Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Born into Brothels

Watched this amazing movie last night. A photographer from NY spends some time with the children in the streets of Sonagachi, Calcutta. The movie potrays the helplessness of the kids that are born to these sex workers, especially the girls who are marked to become a part of this ever consuming flesh trade. The conditions these kids live in is something that cannot be put into words, I think only experience can make you aware of their incapacity to get out of this world and the pain such resignation brings with it.

And very enderingly it bring out the fact that all kids are equals, they have the same squabbles, the same laughter, the same sense of comraderie and above all the same innocence. Why is then that they are born into such situations so that there is no freedom from their shackles? Why is it that they are doomed for life? These children need more care and attention than the prostitutes themselves, still the society turns a blind eye to their existence. It does not provide any means of escape from such a shithole... Can such a cold and heartless society even justify its existence?

The lady, Zana Briski, teaches the kids how to take photographs and I was REALLY AMAZED at some of their compositions. Some of them were the most beautiful pictures I had ever seen, the line, the shapes and the tones were all just perfect. It was wonderful to see the way their creativty was given a vent to grow and enrich. The movie in itself is really well made and beautifully shot. And ultimately the impact that the movie has on these children's life is great.

But its really sad that this movie had to be directed by a foreigner. Sometimes it takes someone from outside to show you whats ailing within you...

Would I have ever gone to Sonagachi to do something like this for the kids? Maybe not... But yeah maybe some time in the future.

Friday, December 16, 2005

An Ode...

... to love

Life is as purposeless when u are in the embrace of your lover, your bodies clasped together as it is when you are standing alone staring out at the city, waiting forever to feel her warm breath on your skin.

Only in the former situation your senses are too saturated to realize...

FOR: Dear Misty and Tess >D<

Monday, December 05, 2005

Suicides @ the IITs

About a couple of days back all national newspapers where resounding with the shocking news that 3 students at the IITs took their lives due to the extreme stress they were under. I think there is much more to the matter than meets the eye.

The IIT system as such is extremely flexible and it gives you as much freedom as you could ever wish for. Sadly that freedom sometimes translates into a myopic utopia, where students hardly go to classes, drink excessively and when they are not able to perform end up taking their lives. Well sometimes really hard working students also undertake such drastic steps but I can not think of any reason they might have to do so. Someone who is regular with his studies should not face too much problem managing the course work. At times there is stress, but that is nothing that people should take their lives for. That prepares them for the world they would face once they are out of college. And TOI's claim that "...And there are questions reverberating through India's 'techno Ivy Leagues' about our academic cream being put in harm's way. " is pure crap.

Why someone would take away his life is not a question that I can answer, but I think there are/were ways such incidents could have been prevented.

1. Ragging: I know its a very controversial issue and not many might agree with it but I would like to share my experience on the matter. We used to call them introductions and not ragging at Kanpur. It would normally start off with the fresher introducting himself and go on with the seniors grilling you with gruelling questions. Mind you there would never be anything physical, but facing them would be harder than solving the JEE paper. Once wrong answer and they would take u for a long ride, torturing you mentally for hours. But at least all seniors I was ragged by were extremely considerate seniors and I guess that was the normal case. They were not saddists to say the least. It was just a breaking in session where you would learn how to handle stress and a whole lot of humility. Something that prepared you for your 4 years at IIT. And once they were satisfied, they would be your best friends for the years to come. Advising and helping you through your years at school and later. You could always turn them for any help you needed and they would generally be more helpful than you peers, at least in the first few years. This camaraderie that forms can help you through any problem you face in life.

Sadly even this form of constructive ragging is looked upon badly in these institutes. What the faculty, the freshers and their parents do not realise is that it used to make us better personalities, and helped us come out of our shells. This was one way of passing down the traditions of a great insititution called the IIT. It is this interaction that makes the IITs great and not so much so as what you learn in the classrooms.

2. For once the people of this country have to realise that children that go to IITs are normal kids, they DO NOT metamorphise into Einstein the day they enter college. They are students who work hard during their school, some of them were smart but most of them were very average students or maybe a little above. So please do not burden them with the resposibility of chaning the world. Eventually they might do so, but it is terribly unreasonable to expect that a 16-17 year old can carry the responsibility of so many expectations. They are kids, let them have a normal carefree growth, I think only then they would be able to realise their potential.

Somehow I have felt that the standard of the students in the IITs declined during my stay there. When I entered college there were these seniors we could really look upto. Fantastic individuals capable of taking the world through the next revolution, but sadly there were very few of them as we moved down the years.

And making the enterance eaiser would not in any way solve any problem. It might escalate things in the worng direction as far as I can see.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Antheen Yatri

A poem by Dharmvir Bharti I came across today, and feel so in love with. You keep running around all the time, taking life as it comes, too busy to sit back and ponder. But sometimes when you do, your entire life passes in a jiffy. You do not even realize that so much time has gone by. The only thing that connects you to the real work is the numbers changing on the calendar, everything else looks like a dream. Yellow tinted, motion blurred. You travel to so many places but you cannot connect with any place in particular. You move away before it is time for the roots to penetrate the earth and get a firm grounding. There is no place you can call home. Wandering forever, without meaning, without a destination, like a gypsy...

Thats what I have been feeling like today :-(

I guess this too shall pass.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Happy Deepawali

May this diwali take away all your sorrow and anguises and fill it with eternal joy :-)

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

What's kept me busy...

My product is going to come out in some time :D

And yeah I know I work with for the Devil but somehow I don't feel any regrets. Not as of now at least...

Read more about it here. It def looks like something out of those si-fi movies ;-) The first time I saw portions of it I thought it was a new version of Google Earth. Well its "better" and truly r0x0r !! A pity its for gov use :'-(

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

WOW !!

Jamshedpur selected for the UN Global Compact Cities Pilot project

"Jamshedpur: Jamshedpur will be among the six cities chosen to participate in the UN Global Compact Cities Pilot Programme. The other five being Melbourne (Australia), Porto Alegre (Brazil), Tianjin (People's Republic of China), Nairobi (Kenya) and San Francisco (USA). Jamshedpur will represent South Asia."

How come I didn't didn't know this earlier :-? Well maybe becoz I haven't been home in such a long time. I am all excited to hear this though :D

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Jelly Fish in the sky

Once in a while you see nature in all its magnificance, which makes you stop and observe normal commonplace things with awe and amazement. The other night there was this wonderful ring in the sky around the moon and it looked so beautiful. To me it looked like a jelly fish spreading out its tentacles in the sky. I was anxiosuly waiting for the diaphanous structure to start puslating and swim across the sky. Such an amazing sight !!

Friday, September 02, 2005

Night view someone ??

The military objectives of the US Air Force Defense Meteorological Satellite Program have created an aesthetic byproduct — a composite photo of the planet, taken during nighttime hours. More than 99% of these representations of actual light sources are indications of human activity on the planet. For example, this image includes more than a million man-made fires, most of them in the Third World, chiefly propagated for agricultural purposes. Population centers are easily identified; however, the amount of light represented here is not necessarily proportional to the population size. Imbalances arise due to unequal electrical consumption. Japanese consume 15 times as much electricity as Chinese per capita, and Americans consume 21/2 times more than Japanese do.

Monday, August 29, 2005


What if God was one of us

If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him
In all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

*And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that
you would have to believe
in things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints
and all the prophets (*)

Trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome(*)

Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

Joan Osborne

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Apun ka naam aaj se pakia ;-)

Monica di suggested this name for me, and I quite like the sound of it. So from now on you can call me "Pakia" :D

And since I have been christened again, here is a matrimonail in keeping with the times...

“Apun Pakia!!!
umar chaubis saal,
wajan sattar killo
aur 6 phoot height ..............kya! abhi who bole to.. kya hai na.........
apun ko bhi life me settle hone ka maangta , isiliye yeah
advertisement apun blog par chaap re la hai...
Maanta hai apun Tapori hai bahut log ka pungi bajayela hai magar
kya hai naa apun ka bhi izzat hai baaaaap markit mei!!! apun ko
bhi public shaadi bya mei bolati hai... who bhi izzat se! Saaal
ka 5/6 peti to apun aaram se kama leta hai...
buri aadat bole to daaru aur bidi, ab who kon nahi pita yaar
akkha bada bada log apun log se jaasti chada leta hai...
Ab chokiri apun ko aisi chahiye ke saath me nikele to public ki
tho jal ke raakh hojaye! bole to aik dam jhakas , patakha aik dam patakha...
thoda padi likhi hogi to chale ga kion ke saala yeah kabhi kabhi
form bharne ke liye saala apun ko 25 log ka haat pair jodna padta hai..
Apun jo hai na shaadi ki baad aik dam sudhar jaayinga imaan se...
apun ka baccha log ko padalikha-tapori banayinga... bole to
Tapori Doctor, Tapori computer waala aur bohat kuch...
Maa kasam shadi ke baad apun aik bhi chikni ko line nahi dega...
Dekho baap apun shadi ke baad me koi chokri ki phamily ka lafda
nahi chahiye haaan ........
bole to.... kabab me haddi nahi ban ne ka kya!
abhi yeah sub accha lage to apun ko contact karne ka ...kya!
Munna Mobile……
Pappu Pager Ka Right Hand
ShanPatti Nagar, Hairan Gali No. 420 Pareshan Road, Bhai Ka Area."

Anyone interested ;-) ??

Tuesday, August 09, 2005


Walking into the mist

One of my favourite pics I found out while going through my harddisk which is close to a "Terrabyte" now ;)

Neways since I have nothing profound to write like most other times here is some trivia from my life over the few days.
1. Met an accident, some bruises. Worst of all my baby took a bad fall and was squished in one corner. No internal damages though. Apple r0x0r :D
2. I am working on a product that goes into Baghdad in November. [Did I see some eyebrows being raised ;) ]
3. You can spot me on Brigade Rd these days taking images for my personal project ;)
4. Read "of no fixed address" by Kaziad Gustad. I can so relate to the book. *sobs*
5. Planning to start a book bar at my place :D U get the booze, I'll get the book and then things would r0x0r !!
6. KG - THE DICKHEAD was here over the weekend. He also happens to be my ex-roommate :D
7. I feel so jobless :p

Friday, July 22, 2005

Hamari Dilli on Google Maps

Spent a long time going through this map at maps.google.com Go EXPLORE !!

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

The messenger is dead. Long live the messenger.

... at least for me it is.

Instant coffee, instant karma, instant information. We live in a world of instant gratification. And some of it freaks me out. I would rather live in a world when people sent letters when they wanted to communicate with someone. Yeah I know I am one of those old world types ;) So I have decided to give up instant messeging. Nothing profound, just some timepass experiment of mine :D

I was ROFL when I sent out this messege to all people in my buddy list. In a matter of 5 secs some 20 people pinged me back saying wtf, whats wrong, yada yada... LOL !!! Seriously it was hilarious. And then the phone starting ringing. C00l d00d called me all the way from Princeton to ask wht was wrong. sashib5 also called up and the calls keep coming at the day progresses... Before I hurt their sentiments - its was really nice of you to be concerned :)

Hey guys, there is nuthing wrong. And definitely there is no "bandi" problem !!! To even think of it =)) I wouldn't really stop mssging if there was. I would rather go out, give her two nice whacks till she saw the reason and get her back :p And chillax , no one is dead or anything. I am always there on mail and my cell phone which again i am planning to dump but it stays for the time being.

So long...

(LOL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

Thursday, June 30, 2005


Just got Natalie Imbruglia's latest collection Counting Down the Days Hmmm, this album seems to be worst of all her three albums, the best one definitely was Left of the Middle. Though the lyrics of some songs are pretty good. I had this MAJOR crush on her when I was in school *blushes*. I used to come home and wait for her songs to play on MTV/V. Those were the days ;;) And I am so in luv with her again... This too shall pass :D Dosen't she look amazing. What eyes !!!


When I say it doesn't matter
It matters most of all
You're not up for conversation
So I'm blinded by it all

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall
Every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release
All the nights
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now makes no sense to me
But it seems that when we fall
That's when we land

Can't see what's before me
And I cannot feel the ground
This place that we exist in
Is the sweetest thing I've found

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall
Every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release
All the nights
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now makes no sense to me
But it seems that when we fall
That's when we land

The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you

Every fall
Every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I can't release
All the nights
Everytime we were just about to leave
Now makes no sense to me
But it seems that when we fall
That's when we land


I missed gym today and I am feeling so guilty :(( Will go listen to some more of her songs...

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


Whenever I used to think of Bombay I had these sepia toned images of old cloth mills churing out yards and yards of creamy colored fabric. Of workers moving like drones. Of old business houses like the Tatas, and whole parsee feeling. But above all this a feeling of warmth. Of joy that comes out of a hard day's work. Somehow the fast moving traffice on Marine Drive was never a part of my imagination, nor the Queen's necklace. For me Bombay symbolized something like NY, a city of dreams. A place where hard work is appreciated, a place where people do not have time for useless banter. Driving engines of economy.

I had the same feeling when I visited Bombay a few days back. The air itself seemed to resonate with this feeling. The city seemed so vibrant and alive even in the late hours of the night. I was staying somewhere on Napean Sea road, and had a lovely view of the sea, frothing and foaming during the rains. WOW !!!

My sis took me to her office in Fort and since it was on a Sunday there was no crowd at all. That place resembeled one of those quaint Victorian towns, with paved roads and stone building. In fact I saw lot of these victorian looking building throuought the city. Hmmm... I had the feeling that I was in Edinburgh, albeit a much much bigger and crowded one.

Somehow I have really started liking the city :-) Should I move to Bombay :-? Hmmm...

This trip to Bombay was also a time to think and interospect. I was able to reach the lucid clarity which generally tends to allude me becoz I am doing so many things at the same time. Something had been troubling me of late, but now I am at peace :D I think the sea also has something to do with it. It generally tends to make me calmer...

PS:I asked my driver Ganesh to take me to the place where the old mills once stood. All of them stand in ruins. Most of them have been closed down and the workers disbanded :-(
And the sea in Bombay is REALLY FILTHY !!!

Thursday, June 23, 2005

The Art Of The Start

Read this article by Guy Kawasaki . Can't stop lauffing after reading this :D

"And I have one more recommendation about business models. It is one of the more controversial things in the book. This theory is that when you are developing your business model, what you should do is ask women what they think of the business model. Specifically women. Don't ask men. The reason is that I believe men, deep in their DNA, have this code, this desire, to kill things. Men want to kill plants, they want to kill animals, they want to kill other people, they want to kill a lot of things. By and large, society has repressed this genetic need to kill things. By contrast, women do not have this DNA, do not have this need to kill things. So one of the problems with asking men about a business model is that men will always say, "That's a great business model" because men are trained or genetically inclined to want to kill things - no matter how stupid your business model is, they will always say, "This is a good way to kill the competition, that's a good business model". Women, by contrast, don't have this flaw. So ask women about your business model."

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Time - PF

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or a half page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought i'd something more to say

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


Everything that's broken presents a new prospect in itself. It presents an chance to undo what was erstwhile wrong, to mould and shape the future as you would like it to be. The more the destruction, the more you should rejoice at the opportunities that lay before you.

Rise, O' my fellow beings, the time to grieve we have not. Every passing moment is calling out to us, to conquer the miseries, to achieve greatness. We shall rise, out of this rubble, and become the architects of our world. Brick by brick we shall reconstruct our land, a land where peace and happiness prevails.

Rise. For the morning has come...

Saturday, June 11, 2005

Monday, June 06, 2005


It seemed like I was buried under tonnes of rocks. My body felt stiff, crushed and lifeless. There was no sensation in my arms, my legs, my fingers. Nothing, all of it felt alien, something that was not a part of me. It was just there, immobile, unresponsive. My body was no longer mine. I tried to figure out the parts of me that would still obey my dictates. I started tracing the stream of conscious from my toes upwards, and all of it culminated in a void. It was just a singularity in space that I could call mine, myself, my ego. Everything else had deserted me.

After several moments, I do not know whether they were seconds, years or eons I tried to open my eyes. Time seems to lose its character when the consciousness itself has become extinct. Even though my body was shackled by the forces of the dark my mind was floating. It was floating through space as if in a trans, incoherent, erratic, unmeaning fully towards an ever changing destination. It would not have been very different from a bacterium in a primordial soup, wandering aimlessly with the tide of life. My eyelids parted, magnanimously like the gates of some old French chateau being thrown open. But they opened from darkness unto darkness. As far as I could see I could but nothingness. The all powerful and mighty that consumes everything that comes under its spell.

Suddenly a spell of cold came over me and with the cold came back my body. I could feel every part of me, every iota reeking with pain. It seemed like needles were being pierced into every inch of me. Every part of me shouting for mercy, a maddening shriek that would wake up the dead. I wanted to scream, to let out my agony but the voice never came out. It died long before it was born.

The pain faded away a little, not because the suffering was less but more for the fact that the body was tired of wailing for it. It had already accepted defeat and succumbed like a fallen army to insurmountable pain. During this state of semi-conscious existence I could see stars materializing above in the sky, if that was a sky. They appeared one by one, slowly, fanning out from the centre in a disc till they completely filled my visual field. Beyond that I could not see anything, or even if I could it escaped my comprehension. I was lying somewhere out in the open was all I could comprehend. I tried to turn my neck, but the pain the attempt caused squashed any intentions I had of exploring my surroundings. I laid their still, motionless till I passed out again.

I felt warmth emanate all over my body and the sunshine on my face. When I opened my eyes I discovered that I was sleeping in someone's lap which was more comfortable and softer that anything I would have ever touched in the course of my existence. Her long yellow hair caressed my face gently as it danced in the breeze. All around me was a carpet of green which extended till it rose to kiss the sky. Daffodils fluttered in the wind as if they were singing a song. The song seemed distant but through feelings unknown it welled up emotions which I was unable to comprehend. The sky was the most azure, unbroken, unwavering from one end to the other. Like a seamstress’s hem, making a perfect circle.

All I could see of the lady was her long white dress and her slender arms resting over mine. Her dress was the most exquisite piece of work I had seen in my life. It appeared as if someone has stitched together the story of the entire universe in her dress. All the patterns of the world were there, all the notes of songs sung and those that were left unsung. So elaborate yet so simple, woven in the strands of white. Her hands were the most exquisite, smooth like silk of the orient. Her long and shapely fingers extruding the beauty and the warmth their owner would have possessed. And all this while her tresses played a game of hopscotch on my face.

I where I was, who that lady was or my own identity for that matter. But all this did not intrigue me. All that was of any consequence was that moment. That moment lasting from here till eternity even though eternity was fleeting. I totally wanted to annihilate myself into the surroundings, to become one with it. I felt helpless but it aroused not a feeling of anxiety but one of bliss. Overcome by my joy I fell again in the lap of sleep.

Sleep is like an inn where people find recluse when they are sad. But it also is an interval between the mirthful state of people. It acts like a delimiter to the amount of sorrow or joy one feels. It lessens the pain when people come under its aegis as well as decreases the happiness of one lest the cup runneth over. Sleep separates the world from what the reality it and what one would like it to be. In our dreams we are the lord and master of our creations, adding a dab of paint here and there . But in reality we are the slaves of the unknown. Most of all we are enslaved by ourselves. Us is the only hurdle that prevents us from becoming what we want to be, to create a universe we envision. Sleep is like a unifier where everyone rules over his kingdom whether he sleeps in a lavish mansion or out on the street.

When I opened my eyes again I was on a beach. The white beach spread out in an arch like a necklace embracing the sea. The trees lining the beach looks like emeralds set out in the necklace. I could hear peals of laugher of kids playing and when I turned around I saw two kids playing with the waves. Their clothes fluttered madly in the wind like some invisible spirit had manifested itself in them and was dancing wildly. They seemed carefree, not concerned for the future, not loathing in the past. Just living their present.

Just then something happened...

A huge wave appeared and dragged one of the kids along with it. The girl unable to swim flayed her arms wildly in the air while the unforgiving sea tried to consume her. I had to save that girl, somehow, anyhow. I lunged into the water fully aware that I did not how to swim, but at that moment all that mattered was that little girl's life. I managed to get a hold on that girl's arm but it kept slipping away. Eventually I was able to get a firm grip on her. She already seemed lifeless and limp. I had to save her.

Another huge came in and I lost my foothold. The ground had disappeared from beneath my feet. And I had lost the kid again. Suddenly asphyxia overcame me. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were filling with water. I started losing sight of the beach, then the sky disappeared. Finally I was completely submerged, groping for a support which failed to materialize. I was going down, slowly towards an abyss to be lost for ever.

The stinging droplets of rain brought me back to the real world. The rain was beating heavily on the ground below. It looked like it was avenging itself on the ground for the wrong it had done, for the girl that had drowned. I was soaking wet, cold and shivering. The darkness had intensified after the rain started. I was unable to see anything and the constant pattering of the drops did no good to the tumulus state of my mind. I though I would lose my sanity very soon. When I was on the verge of the cliff of saneness the rain stopped and the clouds vanished. The stars shown out again, brightly as if they were keeping an eye on everything that came under their purview.

I was able to get up now, but walking came with intense pain searing through my body like a bull charging at a matador. As far as I could run my gaze all that ran up to meet my eye was darkness and barrenness under the canopy of the stars. The monotonous flatness of the land seemed to engulf everything that came in contact with it. The silence of the place had a language of its own, its constant din getting ever stronger with the passing moment. The silence filled up the darkness, chanting the prayer of death and destruction. It swelled within my head till my head could no longer contain it. The silence throbbed in my veins, strangling me till I could not breathe. I started shouting, but it was drowned by silence. I kept yelling till I fell down again, devoid of any senses, for the last time, never to rise again.

Friday, June 03, 2005


Varazdin - Doctors had to be called to separate the bride and the best man after they were caught in the act during a wedding in Croatia.

The couple were trapped together because of a muscle spasm, which was brought on after a friend of the groom walked in on them having sex in the toilets.

Unable to be pulled apart, the couple had to endure a procession of wedding guests who came to see what they had been doing before doctors arrived.

Unable to help, they had to transport the pair on a stretcher to the local hospital, where the bride was given an injection to relax her muscles, allowing the best man to get free.

The wedding party in Varazdin, Croatia, continued after the groom announced the celebrations were to mark his divorce rather than his wedding, reported daily Slobodna Dalmacija. - Ananova.com


In the words of NerdyTM

Systems admin gyaan:

* ps -ef | grep <> is good for detecting malpractice.

* When you realise that your "process" has been detected you should send SIGTERM.

* At the least you should unmount the FAT23 partition quickly to further minimize the damage.

* You should make sure it should not wait for a system call to finish.

* Else an audit comitte will do a post portem before death.

You r0x0r d00d !!!

[Tech] Apple's Newton

"We've all heard of Apple's Newton, the portable handheld device under John Sculley's rule at Apple that debuted to big media attention and much fanfare but never managed to take a strong footing in the marketplace -- only to be "Steve'd" when Mr. RDF killed the project after taking control of Apple. That's the extent of knowledge most of us have with regard to Apple's first handheld device."

more here

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Bunty aur Babli

Went to watch B&B yesterday, and man it was a RIOT :D I thouroughly enjoyed the movie. The setting was totally cool. Lucknow set the right tone to the movie and then they landed up in Kanpur of all places. KANPUR !!!!!!! It was reminiscent of the old times, HBTI, Landmark, Thaggu ke Laddu, and of course the Kanpur railways station. I do not remeber how many nights I would have spent there waiting for the trains I was supposed to board. But apart from all the nostalgia, I found it a really well made timepass movie. It didn't have a heavy loaded message, not was it some cheap pron flick like Nazar. Everything was just ok, and Abhishek did a pretty good job of potraying a UP wale bhaiya :)) Rani was decent. Amitabh's role was also just right. The whole thing fitted well together. Well it was a dream run after all and everything is acceptable, hence :p The only part I disliked was the Ash part, but even she blended into the roal, the brainless bimbo that she is. And Rani Mukherjee in skimpy clothes. She looks better fully clad. Period. And notice I said better not good :p Everything looked so natural [Sidenote: Well natural for me is generally weird ;-)] I would recommend it to anyone who wants to have a nice time and not be too critical of the movie.

My Rating: ****
My Rating after a day of gruelling work: *****

Now, GO WATCH !!!

My utterly cluttered desktop :D

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Goldfishes and the like...

Ok, after the long hiatus here I am :D

So what have I been doing in the past few days. Well I am trying to babysit my cousin's fishes while he is in Delhi... Looking after fishes is no small deal, esp if you do not know whats their feed like. Hmmm, so I ended up giving them much much more food than was required for them. I thought the more they eat the healthier they would become. Alas. As a result of this benevolent feeding the tank got really murky. I came back from work and opened up the cover to give them YET more food and I was aghast to see the condition of the fishes. One was dead already. The others that were alive were at the surface gasping for breath. Looked like a scene out of a Stephen King movie. I felt so much pity for these poor creatures. Really felt strange. *all that emotinal crap*.

[Sidenote: I am really really particular abt not touching slimy things, especially things that look dirty, and more so if they move]

So I was in a fix, I couldn't call the aquarium guy in the middle of the night. The only resort that presented itself was that I get involved in the matter. Hmmm then began frantically looking for buckets. There was no time to spare, every moment was of essence *tries to make it sound melodramatic* Ultimately after 10 mins I could locate 2 buckts, one of which had a crack in them. I put the fishes that were still breathing or trying to breathe into the tub of fresh water, and then I sheepishly removed the dead fish. I didn't know whether the fishes would survive in the cold water or not, i am no Ichthyologist. So I ended up fitting the tub with all kinds of gizmos that adorned the tank, lest the fishes die.

All this was proceeded by the tank cleaning, one of the buckets cracking into two, the fishes ending up in the bath tub.... MAD night, CRAZY !!! One friday night I wouldn't forget ever :D Eventually all the six that were alive at the time the rescue started are still alive, swimming away peacefully :-) Now I know what doctors in the ER room feel like. Well sorta..

Make me aware that there are certain things abt me that I still have to discover. I wouldn't never have imagined that I would actually have anything to do with these fishes. What prompted me? I do not know. But at the end of it I felt peaceful :-)

Tuesday, May 24, 2005


something i painted a while back...

Monday, May 23, 2005

Dilli Callin

I think I should stop apologizing for being such a jerk at posting...

So last tuesday my HR tells me I need to attend my visa interview on Tuesday. *dumb stare* What happened to my not getting the date till sometime in august, I was so overjoyed that I won't be leaving anytime soon. Anyways then began the frantic search for documents I didnt even know existed. My tax form, certificates, yada yada yada. I am really bad at paper work and being stuck with it while half my mind is coaxing me to get back to work lest my manager hangs me for missing the deadline, is definitely not my idea of fun.

So I headed out to hamari dilli. [Sidenote: just realised, the blogger shortcuts do not work in safari ;-(] Somehow I just love the city much to the chagrin of everyone I know. Well the city seems really uninviting when you step onto the station/airport/bus-stand with the auto-wallahs ready to shread you to bits, well at least ur wallets. The worst part of the city is the people, they seem so cold, it even shows on their faces. Their eyes sewing hatred, heat, disgust that become one with the formidable temeperature. But you must probe deeper to find out the real Delhites. Most of the ones I know are genuinly nice people. Its just that the mad rush of the city has left them little time to deal with other peoples' idiosyncracies.

Anyways apart from that the city is bliss. The roads are amaaaaaaazing... You can zip across them, a pleasure that I seem to miss in Bangalore. I am so in love with the Delhi roads. The infrastructure rulez anyday. There are infinitely many places to hang around and note most of them are not swarming with people like Forum or M.G.Road. The weather is at its extremes but 4 years at Kanpur and another in Delhi has made me immune to the changes. Well I like Bangalore weather, but I wouldn't mind Delhi weather too ;-) There is so much to explore in the city. Every weekend I was there I came across a new place, that had its own hues and philosophy... You can spend days going through the streets of old Delhi and discovering what its bowels holds. Time unfolds every moment revealing a new story waiting to be explored. Bookstores !!! Any bookstore in CP has a better connection that most bookstores here. Well I kind of like Blossoms, and they generally have a great collection, but not as good as Bookworms...

Well the city is not safe... for girls. I am not one :D

This post makes me sound like a Bangalore hater, but I really am not. I feel in love with the city the first time I came here in 7th standard, and that generally dosent happen. The only other city would be Copenhagen. The city was so green, no crowd at all, way too cool :) But sadly it has not grown with the times. Roads are chock-a-block filled with cars, bikes fuming away. Ugly building have replaces the trees and the lakes that made this city a heaven to live in. Sadly all that is gone. All that remains is traffic, congestion, inflated prices and software engineers...

Coming back to Delhi, take a ride on the DND flyway around evening from NOIDA to Delhi. You will get this view of the Humayun's tomb in the distance, the sun setting in the background, the sky a tint of orange, the blue minaret of the tomb in a sharp contrast to it. Ethereal, something out from one of Coolridge's poems. Welcome to the City of Djinns.

And, would it not be wrong to forget the Delhi gals :-))

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Sarnoff... not smirnoff ;) hic...

There is this guy who is visiting us from the Princeton office. He is supposed to have worked on the first ever 4-bit micro-processor at Rockwell. He told us they thought it was just some another circuit when they developed it the first time. They never imagined it would reach the heights it has reached now... WOAH !!! Thats what I call cool technology :D

I got to know some really cool things from him about my company that even I didn't know abt.

When the WWI broke out, the axis forces has access to the radio, much thanks to Marconi, which meant they could easy transmit information. A VERY BIG advantage in war if you can make communication at the speed of sound... :) The US desperately wanted this technology. So they started the Radio Corporation of America under David Sarnoff. But once the war was over it was not leagal to have a publically funded company, so it became a private company. And their first product was apple syrup that they made from the tree in their back yard :)) David Sarnoff invented the idea of broadcasting (YEAH !!!) and brought radio into people home. People at that time lauded the idea saying who would like to listen to the orchestra in Europe sitting at him home in the US :-? Well times tells us that they very much liked the idea...

For me this stands out like the single most important contribution that RCA made to the world. Imagine the world that didn't belive in sharing knowledge, no radio, no television, no net !!!

Then they did the same with TV. They added sound to movies, Color Television, HDTV... the list continues. Ever heard of the RCA jack ?? Wait till my thing comes out ;) LOL !!!

It feels nice to be part of such a company that has such an old and illustrious history. Wanna join us?

Friday, May 13, 2005


Just the thing I was thinking of writing. Very similar to the MindManager tool that I use, tho this is web based, so much better :D

Thursday, May 12, 2005

मैने आहुति बनकर देखा है

मैं कब कहता हूँ जग मेरी दुर्धर गति के अनुकूल बने ,
मैं कब कहता हूँ जीवन मेरी नंदन कानन का फूल बने ?
कांटा कठोर है, तीखा है, उसमे उसकी मर्यादा है ,
मैं कब कहता हूँ वह घचकर प्रांतर का ओछा फूल बने ?
मैं कब कहता हूँ मुझे युद्ध में कहीं न तीखी चोट मिले ?
मैं कब कहता हूँ प्यार करूँ तो प्राप्ति की ओट मिले ?
मैं कब कहता हूँ विजय करूँ मेरा ऊँचा प्रासाद बने ?
या पात्र जगत की श्रद्धा की धुंधली सी याद बने ?
पथ मेरा रहे प्रशस्त सदा क्यूँ विकल करे यह चाह मुझे ?
नेत्रित्व न मेरी छिन जावे क्यूँ इसकी है परवाह मुझे ?
मैं प्रस्तुत हूँ चाहे मिट्टी जनपद का धूल बने
फिर उसी धूली का कण कण भी मेरा गति रोधक शूल बने !
अपने जीवन का रस देकर जिसको यत्नों से पाला है
क्या वह केवल अस्वाद मलिन झरते आँसू की माला है ?
वे रोगी होंगे प्रेम जिन्हें अनुभव रस का कटु प्याला है
वे मुर्दे होंगे प्रेम जिन्हें सम्मोहन कारी हाला है
मैंने आहुति बन कर देखा यह प्रेम यग्य की ज्वाला है !
मैं कहता हूं मैं बढ़ता हूं, मैं नभ की चोटी चढ़ता हूँ
कुचला जाकर भी धूली सा आंधी और उमड़ता हूं
मेरा जीवन ललकार बने, असफलता ही असि धार बने
इस निर्मम रण में पग पग का रुकना ही वार बने !
भव सारा तुझको है स्वाहा सब कुछ तप कर अंगार बने
तेरी पुकार सा दुर्निवार मेरा यह नीरव प्यार बने


My 2nd most favourite poem. Thanks sups

Tuesday, May 10, 2005


I have been sooooooooooo busy with work off late that I couldn't spare time to post anything. I can take out sometime now becoz I am waiting for the experiment to get over. Argggggggggghh...

Neways some interesting conversation I have been having with my friends of late

Frnd 1: You have this facade around yourself, wherein nuthing ever happen. How can you be OK all the time??? How come you never break down??? It ok for people to break down... Something is majorly wrong with ya... X-(

Frnd 2: Its really nice when you tell me something (which you normally don't). You are always so guarded abt yourself...

Hmmmmm these words came back to my mind whike I was coming back from Chennai. Well I think they are mostly right. I hardly talk about myself, even with my closest of friends. Anywaya thats not the reason for this post.

I just wanted to THANK YOU for being such wonderful and caring friends :D
(I hope you dopeheads read this :p )

I would rather have thanked them personally, but both of the are not around right now. And I really dread their response. Most probably they would be in a state of shock for some 5 mins and then they would arise from their stupor and give me weird looks *read grin from ear to ear as if they have met the craziest person on earth* and jeer at me for the rest of my life...

Yeah A, I can see you grinning right now :p

Ok experiment over. Need to get back to work...

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Shot on the bank of Benaras

Friday, April 29, 2005

Lonliness and Ulsoor Lake

"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes."

Last night I was out with a friend of mine, and we ended up at Ulsoor Lake for the dirth of any better place to go to. The lake in the night is a sight to marvel given the commotion that has become synonymous with Bangalore. The Philips building in the background and the moon's reflection on the shimmering lake. The peace and the quiet. The sound of the waves, mild and sweet. You do not need to go down to Coorg to experience all this. Just drive down to Ulsoor lake :D I wish I had my camera with me...

Tranquility !!

[Suggestion: If you happen to be in the vicinity just take a drive around the lake to understand what i mean] All the gates were closed but we found a small opening and squeezed our way in. We went down to the pier that juts out into the lake, and we sat there, mesmerized by the sight. After we had recovered from the trans we started talking, mostly useless stuff that we generally talk about. And then I had another of these i am a spectator experience... I could hear her talking and her lips move but her voice failed to register in my consciousness. Anyways I got back to reality pretty soon. Had she realized that I wasn't listening to her, she would have promptly pushed me into the water... :-)

I felt really nice and peaceful after a looooooong time...

UPDATE: Taken from EnJay

"...They're sharing a drink they call loneliness,
But it's better than drinkin' alone..."

- Billy Joel, The Piano Man

Thursday, April 28, 2005

H. RES. 227


Recognizing and honoring the contributions of Indian Americans to economic innovation and society generally.

APRIL 21, 2005
Mr. TOM DAVIS of Virginia (for himself, Mr. FALEOMAVAEGA, Mr. WILSON of South Carolina, Ms. ROS-LEHTINEN, Mr. JINDAL, Mr. MENENDEZ, Mr. LANTOS, Mr. MCNULTY, Ms. WATSON, Mr. CROWLEY, Mr. PALLONE, Mr. CANNON, Mrs. BLACKBURN, Mrs. CAPITO, Mr. CHOCOLA, Mr. ENGLISH of Pennsylvania, Mr. LEWIS of California, Mr. SWEENEY, Mr. RENZI, Mr. FRANKS of Arizona, Mr. SOUDER, Mrs. MILLER of Michigan, Ms. FOXX, Mr. WAXMAN, Mr. BERMAN, Mr. WYNN, Ms. LORETTA SANCHEZ of California, Mr. HASTINGS of Florida, Mr. RANGEL, Mr. TURNER, Mr. HOLT, Mr. SHAYS, Mr. MORAN of Virginia, Mr. CHANDLER, Ms. ZOE LOFGREN of California, Mr. COX, Mr. PORTER, Mr. NEY,
Mr. SMITH of New Jersey, Mrs. CAPPS, Mr. KNOLLENBERG, Mr. MURPHY, Mr. MCKEON, Mr. DUNCAN, Mr. GIBBONS, Mr. PEARCE, Mr. WELLER, Mrs. BONO, Mr. SHUSTER, Mr. HYDE, Mr. BONILLA, Mr. WALDEN of Oregon, Mr. FOLEY, Mr. PLATTS, and Mr. ISSA) submitted the following resolution; which was referred to the Committee on Government

Recognizing and honoring the contributions of Indian Americans to economic innovation and society generally.

Whereas the United States is deeply enriched by its Indian American residents;

Whereas the Indian American community and the graduates of the Indian Institutes of Technology (IIT) in the United States have made valuable and significant contributions to society in every profession and discipline;


Whereas IIT graduates are highly committed and dedicated to research, innovation, and promotion of trade and international cooperation between India and the United States: Now, therefore, be it

1 Resolved, That the House of Representatives
2 (1) recognizes the valuable and significant con-
3 tributions of Indian Americans to American society;
4 (2) honors the economic innovation attributable
5 to graduates of the Indian Institutes of Technology;
6 and
7 (3) urges all Americans to recognize the con-
8 tributions of Indian Americans and have a greater
9 appreciation of the role Indian Americans have
10 played in helping to advance and enrich American
11 society.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Good is the enemy of great

Thought for the day.

I want to read more of this book.

Friday, April 22, 2005


A pic I shot in Mangalore. I love the blue tint to the pic...


Ever since I remember I have been in love with the liril girl(s). Yeah way back when I was a kid, stumbling to school. I remeber how I used to sit glued to the television to get a glimpse of the swimsuit clad gal swinging away to glory ;) BLISSSSSS !!! I think it was Karen something who was the first liril gal. And I kept falling in love with each of them, over and over again *blushes*. Tho I really did not like Priety Zinta in particular. In one of the commercials they had this girl who played basketball and then took a shower under the waterfall to get fresh... Ahem.... That was NICE, SHE was nice :D

[Sidenote: In the early 70s a market research agency found out that housewives had typical ’needs of fantasizing’ (now we are talking *grins*). The first liril ad was a masterpiece of its own calibre, a product of Alyque Padamsee’s imagination. It was shot in Kodaikanal at a waterfall a little beyond Guna caves.The moment of liberation that Liril provided was well accepted by the women of India and not only the ad became popular; Liril became premium soap overnight.]

Though they have moved away from the waterfall the love affair still continues. Alas Tara Sharma... I saw that god forsaken movie Om.. just for her ;;) And yeah the girl in the orange flavored liril ad happens to be my sister's friend. What a pity, I dont date kiddos :)) *case of calling the grapes sour*

And I totally dig the new female in the new ad. She r0x0r, BIGTIME !!! *goes starry eyed*

la...lala la la... lalalala... la la la

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Adobe and Macromedia...

Had been really piled up with work, so was not able to post...

Anyways the reason I found this so funny was, there were people at Adobe, mind you really senior people who were with the company for 15-20 years who wouldn't see eye to eye with Macromedia. Most of this was centered around SVG (Scalable Vector Graphics), lot of people did lot of work at Adobe and all of it got shelved because the management did not see any point in persuing it. Macromedia had a great install base and another SVG app would not be accepted in the market. (On a sidenot, all of postscript and PDF is mostly vector graphics, the fonts and the lines etc...) So this merger comes as a big surprise. Macromedia was supposed to be one of the few companies who would have given Adobe some competition. And I see macromedia as a very open company, quite unlike Adobe. How do things turn out, we'll have to wait and watch.

But I really think it would be a good merger, if the management doesnt kill macromedia. Adobe has a history of killing products it bought, Pagemaker, Framemaker etc... I hope they havent acquired MACR just to kill it. I see MACR as a company with a lot of josh. Hope Adobe dosent sap away all that...

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Monday, April 18, 2005

Adobe acquires Macromedia

LOL !!!! I cant stop lauffing =))

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Bangalore and the rains...

Today was one of those perfect days...

Submitted my proposal on multi-point...*blah* so no more work on that front. I need to start working on some other project, so was reading some papers on that. Whole lot of music, some dumb papers and coffee. BLISS ;-) *the thing with reading papers is that people around u think you are doing some high tech stuff, while most of the time u might actually be dreaming abt the zexy babe you met last night... LOL !!!*

Then I decided to go out for a walk, had to grab a couple of magzines. Picked up another totally useless bum liek me who goes by the name of swaroop... Walked down to K.C.Das. There is this amazing magazine store there. They have a really good collection of books. Ahem, as swaroop rightly pointed out they DO have playboy and stuff.

(Note to self: Check out the collection when I visit there next. *Evil Grin*)

Bought couple of photography mags and then walked into K.C.Das for some nice grub.

It started raining when we decided to come back. Ah how I love walks in the rain :D Got completely drenched while coming back, and right now I am shivering... But "walks in the rain" r0x0r !!!!

Wednesday, April 13, 2005


WTF ???

What am I doin in office at this hour??

Trying to solve the Multi point correspondance problem =))

Monday, April 11, 2005

Friday, April 08, 2005

Sony patents brain controller

"Sony has been awarded a patent for a technology that could conjure up smells, tastes and other sensations in the brains of movie-goers. Specifically, the patent (US Patent 6,729,337) covers "a method for generating sensory data onto the human neural cortex". - the register

I for one am really really scared.

On the face of it this technology seems very benine, but the far reaching implications of such a method are really monstrous. Firstly the human brain is unexplored territory, neuroscientists have just started charting the vast expanse of our brain. There is a LOT that has yet to be learned. How you such a technology affect our overtly complicated minds/brain? I do not think someone can ascertain the answer. Forget humans, its not even known for simple inscets like the fly. Are we willing to take a chance here?

Another thing that has a even bigger repurcussion is the fact that it allows someone else to enter you mind, create sensations and change your feeling. Who knows whether such a technology would be used against someone. Make you buy stuff you dont want to. It would be the ultimate propaganda machine. Goverments can use it to strike panic amongst the citizens of the enemy state. Remeber 1984. Much much worse than that.

Then comes the question of accountability. If you have a mind changing machine like this and if it instructs you to commit a crime who is responsible for it? How do they figure out who brainwashed you? Wouldn't this lead to complete anarchy?

How would you like others toying around with your mind. Feeding impulses and feeling into them without your conscious agreement. I definitely wouldn't. Would you?

Welcome to the "BRAVE NEW WORLD"

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Nightmare II

for those who missed the first part

One night, back in 1995, this dream reocurred after a long time. And I distinctly remeber it till this day.

I am standing on that very bridge, the same hum drum all around me. A very light breeze prevailed which I think was calming me down. I was no longer scared of my surrounding. Somehow I felt all this confidence well up in me. Well it wasn't exactly confidence, I really can't put a word to it, but I felt nice. Just the kind of feeling you when you have when you think you can achieve anything you want, but you are kind of disinterested in doing anything :))

Then I started walking. On that precarious girder !!! And I am really scared of heights. I kept walking, without even looking where I was stepping. Walking just for the sake of it, with no destination in mind. Like walking in the rain.

After walking for sometime I reached the end of the bridge where it intersected with a huge road. I have something with roads and its was one of the neatest I have ever seen.

But what struck me first was not the road itself but the view on the other side of the road. After the road was a sheer drop to a valley. There was a lush green hill that encompassed the valley, the greenest you would ever see. A sparkling river meandered through the base of the valley. Shimmering as if made of silver. And then there was the setting sun, adding to the aura of the entire scene. The setting rays of the sun bathed the vista in an orangish glow, so soothing and relaxing to the eyes. The valley was littered with small hutments with red tiled roofs. It seemed as if a story by Hans Christian Anderson had come to life. I sat down mesmerised by the landscape, losing track of the world around me.

I do not remeber how long this state of blissful forgetfullness lasted (well I am not supposed to...?? right ;) ) I was woken up from this slumber by someone giving me a hard shove. When I turned around I saw a whole lot of my friends waiting in a car. So away I went with them...

And what a ride it was.

We started climbing a mountain and the road went in circles around the peak...

more latez ( i am too bored to write further =)) LOL !! )

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

The corridor of K. How I miss them :'-(

An evening in Aalborg

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

ROFL !!!

Nightmare update would come later, if I find time in the day *sighs*

On a light note:

Concrete Mathematics - Donald E. Knuth

"The ultimate goal of mathematics is to eliminate all need for intelligent thought"

Q. Prove Lagrange's identity.
Note in the margin - "Its hard to prove the identity of someone who's been dead for 175 years"

As funny as C&H :D Highly recommended !!!!

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Friday, April 01, 2005

Now that I have broken up with my girl I think this would do me some good. I just need someone to carry this baby for me from Princeton to Bangalore... :-?


I used to have this recurrent nightmare when I was a kid...

I am standing on a metallic girder and all I can see is dirty murky water down below me. It spans as far as my eyes can see. Its a sheer drop to the ocean, just nothingness seperating me from the emrace of the water. One imbalanced step and I would be diddled away by the unfathomable expanse of the sea. I used to feel so small and helpless. And so SCARED !!!

They my focus would shift and I would realize I was standing on a bridge. There is a rucus of vehicles, cars, buses, trams all zooming away. Comfortably, with ease. I seemed to be the only one ill at ease on this pricarious bridge. And surprisingly none of them even touched me. Like I was made up of smoke, untouchable, fleeting.

I was like a little kid surrounded by this metallic bridge, endless expanse of the sea and a world that didn't seem to take notice. Intimidating, VERY intimidating.

I was too scared to move, so I remained rooted at the place. All the din around me driving crazy and when I couldn't take it any longer I would wake up in a pool of sweat.

First time I remember seeing this dream was back in the first standard. At least that how far my memories goes back to. And I kept having this recurrent nightmare till the 9th standard. Sometimes it would be sporadic but at other it would wake me up every night.

And then one day all this changed...

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Where should the minds go?

This post was prompted by Supriyo's comment

What are the areas of study that human minds should direct their attention to? A pretty loaded question I must say. But I really think its a matter of personal choice, whether I study geography or literature. I believe you should do whatever interests you the most.

From a point of view of exploration any field is as important. People are able to predict a lot about earthquakes and all just becoz there are so many satellites in the space. Things are too intertwined to be segregated so it would be be wrong to say i should focus on biotechnology and not quantum physics. Its a big fuckin chaos out there so it really dosen't matter what you start exploring. Its all related in the end.

Though when it comes to funding research and allocating budget for different disciplines it really boils down to what is important for the industries and the corporations. So they would fund space research becoz there is a lot of cutting edge technology to be developed there and lot of big bucks to be made, but not sesimology. People lives are at stake, but for capitalism the welfare of people is never an issue. They would focus on such issues ONLY when they see it translating into some SHORT TERM PROFIT. Maybe once they see some capital gain from pursuing research in geography then they would invest in it, but not otherwise.

And tell me one thing, does it really matter to the US, "the research capital of the world" whether people die in INDONESIA? They killed 4,000,000 people in Indochina during the Vietnam war? For what joy? Nuthing, becoz they wanted to spend on the military. There was no need for THAT WAR !!

Though for the day: Is the nature more cruel or the human beings that inhabit it?

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Three-metre tsunami hit island: reports

At a glance

  • Magnitude 8.7 quake struck at 2.15am AEST
  • Epicentre 10km below seabed 250km from Banda Aceh
  • Death toll unknown but may be in thousands on Nias
  • Two killed in Sri Lanka amid widespread panic in region
  • Indonesian president cancels state visit to Australia
  • Australia gives immediate relief package of $1m
  • 'High profile' surfers safe and well
Read more

What is going wrong with this world??


An employee at the Indonesian Meteorology and Geophysics' office in Jakarta points to a computer monitor showing a graph of the 8.7 magnitude earthquake off the main island of Sumatra on March 29, 2005.

Monday, March 28, 2005

How Yahoo got its Mojo back

A really interesting article about how Y! went about changing its images, all the good things it has done in the last year, all things that makes it score cookie points over G00gle. Wonderful read...

"A handful of blog-evangelists, a couple of key buys and some libertarian friendly moves have turned Yahoo from a dot.has.been to the new darling of the chattering classes. It is only a matter of time when mainstream media rediscovers Yahoo, and a stock market resurgence follows…." more

Zeremy's response to the post. "(Mental Note: Meet Om in person one of these days... Buy him a drink!)"
LOL !!!! I so love this guy :D


As the brief spring warms the landscape, northern India cuts loose for a day of hijinx and general hilarity.

The festival of Holi is celebrated on the day after the full moon in early March every year.

Originally a festival to celebrate good harvests and fertility of the land, Holi is now a symbolic commemmoration of a legend from Hindu Mythology. The story centres around an arrogant king who resents his son Prahlada worshipping Lord Vishnu. He attempts to kill his son but fails each time. Finally, the king's sister Holika who is said to be immune to burning, sits with the boy in a huge fire. However, the prince Prahlada emerges unscathed, while his aunt burns to death. Holi commemorates this event from mythology, and huge bonfires are burnt on the eve of Holi as its symbolic representation.

This exuberant festival is also associated with the immortal love of Krishna and Radha, and hence, Holi is spread over 16 days in Vrindavan as well as Mathura - the two cities with which Lord Krishna shared a deep affiliation. Apart from the usual fun with coloured powder and water, Holi is marked by vibrant processions which are accompanied by folk songs, dances and a general sense of abandoned vitality.

Holi is one festive in India where people forget their inhibitions and lay aside differences to rejoice in the warmth of the spring sun. Passions flow like colored water which gently embraces eyeryone, the old and the young alike. Its India's way of celebrating love, passion and life. The new harvest and the procreation - the centre of pagan belief.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Books today

Went on a book buying spree:

The Numrod Flipout - Edgar Keret
blink - Malcom Gladwell (of the Tipping Point fame)
52 Weekend breaks from Bangalore - Outlook Traveller
The Great Indian Novel - Sashi Tharoor

Life is a play :: in Real Color

I was talking to a friend of mine the otherday and she asked me this "have you ever looked at you life in a third person perspective. Trying to analyze whats happening coldly with out any emtions?"

I did say yes, and actually I do it all the time. But then a related thought came to mind.

Once we had been working pretty late in the robotics lab when we suddenly felt hungry. Most of the places on campus would have closed down so we decided to go out and grab dinner at a new joint.

Now this place is on NH1, aka Grant Trunk (GT) Road, and is one of the bussiest roads by nighttime.

I was sitting inside and having dinner with him, some tasteless pasta with was way too cheezy (pun intended) and discussing the problem at hand. And at the same time I was looking outside their glass wall. Though there was a lot of noise outside barely anything filtered through the wall.

And then I had this strnage feeling come over me. It was like I was so disjoint from everything going on. The trucks, their blaring horns. I even couldnt hear what my friend was telling, (didn't hear/didn't feel like hearing). I felt like I was sitting in the midst of a 360 theater while a play is going on. Just a mere spectator, do disjoint, do disconnected. I think it was the first time I had that really wierd feeling.

It was like floating in space, I could see people speaking, but their voices were being sucked by some black hole, unable to reach me. Normally I would have just freaked out, but somehow it felt so soothing. Everything going dim and mild, all the influx of information just going down to a dribble. (The human body receives info at the rate of 1032 bps. ) Somehow it felt really COOL !! Well I am wierd but then it was gr8 for me too :p

That was the first time I had that experience. Now when I am thinking hard about something/one I tend to relapse into the same mode. I really lose track of what people are saying or whats going on around me.

Pretty dangerous I must say, but its damn addictive. Try it out sometime :D

Plane Speaking

At a recent software engineering management conference, the keynote speaker wanted to make a point about thorough testing. "Our industry is plagued by public perception that our products are unreliable." He looked around the room. "If you had just boarded an airliner and discovered that your programming team was responsible for the flight control software on the plane, how many of you would disembark immediately?"

Slowly hands began to rise until only one man sat with hands in his lap. When asked what he would do, he replied that he would be quite content to stay onboard.

"You're really that confident in your team's work?" asked the speaker.

"With my team's software," the man said, "the plane is unlikely to even reach the runway, let alone take off."

Monday, March 21, 2005

Gandhi :: Telecom Italia Ad

UPDATE: follow the given link for this ad

Taken from Epica Award

another one from "naini TAAL"


Yahoo actually does acquire Flickr

"Holy smokes, SOMEBODY out there is bad at keeping secrets!! Yes! We can finally confirm that Yahoo has made a definitive agreement to acquire Flickr and us, Ludicorp. Smack the tattlers and pop the champagne corks!"

OMFG !!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, March 18, 2005


"We're very happy to be launching code.google.com today. To begin, we're releasing some developer-oriented libraries and tools. A number of engineers have used their 20% time to ready these tools for release, and will also help build the communities we hope will form around them."

Can wait to start experimenting with PyGoogle. I had been waiting for the so long for Google to expose some code. I guess they had to do it becoz of the Y! move sometime back. Whatever it might be I am mighty pleased :D

Lets see what cool products people can come up with around these APIs etc.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

White Noise

Well made movie. And it has the ravishing Keol Puri. Couldn't place her when I saw her the first time. Then it came in an instant. "Everybody says I am fine" She is the lead actress in that movie.

The story is about the Gauri who is writer and has a relation with a married man. The story starts with the lover's wife coming over to Gauri's place and announcing that there would be no relation between her and her lover.

The story unfolds to reveal the character of Gauri, the way she is has wrapped herself in her own world, becoz of her past and of her present betrayal. It looks as if she has woven a cucoon around herself and would not let anyone close to her.

Gauri then goes and joins Pavitra Aarti, one of those Kyoni like serial. There she meets Rahul Bose (Karan) who is a film editor who helps her unfold and come to terms with herself. One movie I was really able to relate to. Quite unlike black (hope sheets is not reading this :-? )

I really liked the end. One the banks of Ganges in Rishikesh.

Every happiness has a life...

Ah Gauri ;-)


There are something that people who inteact with me should be aware of:

1. I shall bite you if I dont like you. If I already know you and I am friendly with you this will not happen, but if you are someone new you might reconsider. READ: STAY AWAY !!

2. I love living in my own imagination. This makes people around me very uncomfortable. Well I have the ability to translate my thinking into reality. Reality is what I think and what I can do for me. The "Real World" is far too fictitious and pretentious for me. If you feel otherwise keep you views to your self.

3. I am VERY open-minded to criticsm. In fact I revel in the cynicism of people. BUT the ones offering advice should be open to a dose of their own medicine. If you wish to discuss I am game, but I do not believe in sermons.

4. I hate hypocracy. Being confused is OK, not being a hypocrite.

5. I dont adhere to any rules and norms except of my own. And I NEVER EVER break any of mine.

6. I do not compromise !!

7. I may sound like a masochist but I really luv my life , but I live it my way.

8. DO NOT INTRUDE in my life. If I want to tell you I would without your coaxing. But if I do not wish to please do not bug me.

9. I do not like people touching me.

I hope I shall share a wonderful relation with you :D

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Blogger Rulez :D

I had tried out blogger sometime back when I was contemplating my move from LJ. It SUCKED bigtime them. But with Picasa and Hello it works GREAT !!!!!!!!! I would have liked a free typepad account but this rules too.

THE best beer in the world. HIC !!

My Pictures Folder :D