Planet Manipal

July 18, 2008

Wants Have No Limits

With requests of features exclusive to the Macbook Pro (shared with the Air) to be included with the entry level Macbook as well, these people will soon be asking for a standalone GPU with their Macbooks as well. I’m all for uniformity in the lineup, but let’s get real people.

Microsoft Guy Picks Up Last iPhone

The very last iPhone 3G at the Stonestown store in south San Francisco was just sold to a guy in a Microsoft shirt!

Perfect!

Motorola Sues Apple

Good luck with that …

Amen!

Vista for Indian Railways

What, like trains in India don’t get delayed enough?

Nishant Jain (BE-2k6)

Oh You Cynic You...

I AM THE WINNAH!! THE WINNAH!! Of something. But seriously now, I won.

Aditya Mukherjee (ICAS-2k5)

Twitter Jackass

People have to stop behaving like Twitter “owes” them their service.

Ragamalika Karthikeyan

Aarushi ne phir se hamara show kha liya!

One fine day at a news channel in Mumbai, an intern was sitting and sipping her coffee, quietly amused about how a producer was complaining. “Aarushi ne phir se hamara show kha liya!” (Aarushi ate up our show again.) There were some new developments in the case, and love it or hate it, you just couldn’t ignore it. The crime reporters in Mumbai were discussing what might have happened at the Talwar residence that night – they were so sure, sitting in far away Mumbai, that this definitely could not have happened in this particular way, and it must have happened in that way. Speculations, speculations, speculations…


“Raga!”
Ouch! I burnt my tongue! “Yes sir?”
“Take this number; this is Tanu. Go to her house.”
“Oh ok. But…”
Yes?”
“Um, what is the story?”
You don’t know Kahani Tanu? Get her byte. She’s going to play Aarushi. You know about the twist in Kahani right?”
“Oh… but…”
“Go fast! There’s no time to waste!”


She’s gonna play Aarushi? Isn’t Kahani one of the longest running serials? What does he mean she’s playing Aarushi? Did they create a new character who’ll die??? The intern had a lot of questions in her mind. Obviously the boss wasn’t gonna answer them… Oh well, she decided to find out once she met the girl…
“My character resembles Aarushi a lot; she, the character, is a battameez girl, who parties a lot and never listens to her family. Because of her behaviour, the family is very angry and very unhappy. This is also honour killing.”
What?!! The entire country is still speculating as to what happened, and a production house has concluded that it was honour killing, and that Aarushi was a battameez girl whose family was angry with her??? What do they know about Aarushi?
“Well, my clothes have been designed along the lines of what Aarushi was wearing in those photos, and my new hairstyle is also exactly like hers. Research? No… Everyone knows… The news channels have been telling us what she was like…”
The intern came back to office that day, half-disgusted at what she had heard. But the girl speaking it was only a little older than Aarushi herself, and was excited to be on her ‘first time on news!’
You can’t blame the kid – neither kid. One was dead and the other was a dummy. Who do you blame? Definitely NOT our responsible police force and our respectable media!
The Police did such a great job – they declared the murdered within days of the crime without proper evidence. Speaking of evidence, they were so careful to let the entire world trample all over it, especially the media. They were so careful to not block off the scene of crime, the neighbour saw great scenes of the relatives performing puja and the media celebrating Diwali. How can anyone blame the police? They did a great job of messing up everything!
They messed it up so well infact that the CBI had to step in. Our Investigators decided to go against the police’s decision of letting kids play hop-scotch on the Talwar terrace and warded off the scene of crime for some reason the police couldn’t comprehend. They caught some more people and made the media-diwali even grander. Aarushi had become so famous that our intern was a little anxious. Her seniors in the office weren’t very happy with Aarushi. Oh no. If Aarushi hadn’t died, it would be us going around all over Mumbai for Neeraj Grover!
And then one fine day in Chennai, a college student who had just returned from a month’s internship in Mumbai, was sipping a cup of coffee and watching TV when CBI gave a press conference and told the media that they had ‘narcotically’ found the murderers. The case would be solved as soon as they found tangible evidence, as the narco tests were not going to be accepted in a court of law.
She was half-disgusted to see the reporters pound the father who was not even allowed to grieve for his only daughter; they announced that he had murdered her; they tarnished his image – from being called a man who had an illicit relationship with his colleague, to a man who had killed his daughter who possibly had an affair with her 42 year old household help… The Talwars, Father, Mother, Daughter all, became ‘famous’ quite suddenly, thanks to the media…
At least the Daughter is dead. May the Father and Mother rest in peace!

Aditya Mukherjee (ICAS-2k5)

Twitter Design Change

I haven’t seen the new design yet, but it does look a little unfamiliar. It however does offer more integration points for search, which is always a good thing.

Mac OS Continues to Gain Share

… is Windows the new cheapskate strategy? Do people only buy it if they’re looking for something cheap and “good enough”?

Barring a few people, I have never met anyone who has picked Windows over another operating system “by choice”. I would love to see some numbers for copies sold via. retail against OEM copies under use. That should give a very good idea of how many people “pick” staying with their Windows system. This is taking into consideration that a blatant majority of users don’t know how to switch, scared of “breaking” something, so they choose to stick with the “good enough” system that works.

Shubhendra Singh (BE-2k5)

Last Day at Qualcomm :(

When i am leaving Qualcomm now i am realizing what am i loosing. Two months which were like dream come true period. Best review i can get from my mentor( Mr. Uttam Patanayak) in which he says that i am "Hard working and sincere person. I had done good job in developing Tool", that will be further used by Qualcomm and "Best wishes for life ahead" Thanks Sir, a mentor like you is very rarely seen.

We went for lunch at a grand hotel, food was delicious and team outing was the thing which showed how everyone enjoyed their job. I enjoyed like anything.

Returned from there got Intern's T-Shirt from Madam Shilpi Singh, who was so friendly with us all the time, everyone wished Best Luck for future and really I want to do my final sem Internship at Qualcomm, Hyderabad.

Bye Qualcomm for now hope to see u soon.

July 16, 2008

Open Source’s New Hypocrite

The solution is simple. If you truly believe in open standards, open source and the good that it has created, then don’t accept it.

Cubrilovic sounds more jealous than upset, about the fact that Apple is using what the open source community has given out, and created a revenue model based on it.

Update: On retrospect, any statement made against a propreitary model based company by an open source developer sounds hypocritical and misguided. It’s like trying to speak to the Apple “fanboys” that the world loves to hate, or an evolutionist talking to a creationist. Neither will truly understand the other’s point.

Inside the Twitter-Summize Deal

Om Malik takes a closer look at the hottest (yes, it’s debatable) deal in the news this week. At least, one that went through without setbacks.

Android Not So Open After All

Start the “Do no evil” chant now.

Lawsuit in Detail

The Apple lawsuit against Psystar in more detail.

Empire Strikes Back

Apple filed suit against Florida-based computer maker Psystar on July 3rd, alleging copyright infringement, inducement of copyright infringement, trademark infringement and other legal claims. It seeks any profits earned by Psystar from sales of its Open Computer, triple damages for willful acts, a permanent injunction against the sale of the product and a recall of units already sold.

I’m surprised it took them so long. They were probably trying to get the iPhone launch out of their way to focus completely on this now. I don’t see any way Psystar can actually defend itself, but I’m no lawyer.

Nishant Jain (BE-2k6)

An Ode On The Loss Of A Beloved Friend

We learn, as the elders say, with age. For with age comes wisdom, is it not? Age brings journeys to completion. Age brings years and years of simple, everyday being. Years bring experiences. Experiences we never thought we would have. Experiences whose effect on us is something we can never know, until they occur. So, we must continue to breathe. To breathe is to continue to live. To live is

Nirav Sinha (BE-2k5)

Why David stands alone?


Scanning through the "objectively carved" pages of The Hindu, my eyes almost subconsciously caught a piece of news, blame it on the keywords, titled: U.K. Indian jailed for “biggest” bank fraud. Sooner I had lines ringing my head: "These are the people who give a bad name to our country... a roadblock for our aspiring, skilled, talented, young working force... The bad blood etc etc...”. So cliché at that, so not my words and certainly none of the business of my thoughts. But still I was left lingering with an aching doubt: Is origin its man or man its origin?

Reason needs its evidences too, to fight its doubt. At complete loss of it, it cried out "God give me a sign".

Scene:
In a moment I found myself disconnecting from the waging doubts half-hearted, half-consoled the control being taken away from me, God taking care of it. Fingers on the keyboard typing in yahoomail ctrl+enter. Signed in to my account and disappointment creeps in with the doubt to my mailbox too: you have zero unread mail, one spam, so routine. Everybody just forgot to mail me on yahoo, my erstwhile raging mailbox, since the Gmail happened to me. Sigh! And as fast I found myself logged in so did I, logged out. Yahoo homepage... Eyes, scanning the page again almost involuntarily... The mouse pointer closing in on the cross-button of the browser window and dart, hand freezes. Another piece of news with the exact same keywords the Britains the Indians the Laws etc... Wait there's a woman on the thumbnail picture, a very different one at that. A confident, determined glow on the face, and the title read: Indian-origin woman among Britain's top 10 powerful lawyers. Click. And you get more than a peek of her day old feat. A string of achievements and honours that bestow this epitome of power and inspiration named Shami Chakrabarti. She features in an informal list of 50 most powerful people of the U.K. holds the royal honour of being recently knighted by the Queen. A Graduate from the London School of Economics she started working as a barrister in 1996 from a home office. In a decade she garnered enough flare and political influence to make it to the BBC list of top 10 people to run Britain featuring at the 2nd position giving Tony Blair a run for his money while he actually ran the office.

All this and more not only holds my faith in God even higher but brings me even closer to my belief of individualism. Not only do I lean on it for strength but for consistent judgments, of people and situations. For it’s much above any prejudices of origin, religious faith or the worst the sex, by its very nature. I can only dare support all of what I just said with a pinch of common sense, if a piece of automobile coming off an assembly line can vary in its performance how in the hell's name can a human born to different mothers won't differ, let alone their experiences, in their perceptions, notions, their belief, fears, their strengths, weaknesses, thus their fundamentals. To rub some solace in places where you find it easier said than done, nobody's a pro at it anyway but all of us can do decent as beginners. As there's never a bad time to say it: Today is the first day of my good life, my individual life. It can be yours too and forever.

Introduction to Shami Chakarbarty's persona made my day, hope it does for you too.

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Related links:

Jagmeet Channa- Man linked with bank fraud.
http://www.thehindu.com/2008/07/14/stories/2008071455561300.htm

Shami Chakrabarti - U.K lawyer.
http://in.news.yahoo.com/43/20080714/890/twl-indian-origin-woman-among-britain-s_1.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shami_Chakrabarti

July 15, 2008

Love's labour earned..



Love is in the air, so it is on the TV, the obsession for the silver screen for the past century, brisk business for gift shops and restaurants alike etc etc. So why am I still holding back, to make my share off it. No longer, as I let my writing soul muse and spin a piece around it and put it on my blog, and thus set off to a blogger-ego satisfying voyage.

As it would have taken much toll, on my naive mind, to write a sweet cuddly romantic tale. I chose something better suited - a third person account on the realizations of these much coveted and mystical bondings, which takes form into three broad distinctions:


• Through fun, candid conversations, ability to keep each other happy, entertained, interested and satisfied. For people who can be overtly charming, light headed and fun loving or to speak the other way round, not very serious, demanding, expecting and generally content. They are also seen comfortable and confiding with almost everybody. This relationship deals with stressful situations in the most easy and outgoing manner with least friction.
P.S: For people least expected to read this.


• Through friendship by building bonds one after other. Devoting a lot of time (quality as well as general). Going phase by phase. To exemplify: it goes from mere acquaintance to knowing likes, dislikes, appreciating each other through every small effort, through honesty, till knowing each other to bare. Requires highest levels of communications to be achieved, a lot of thought to be spared. This can sustain lasting relations as both partners keep discovering each other each day through their lives. Inherent with maximum amounts of stability even when the partners are distant. Trust keeps their love fragrant and blooming. This suits best for the people who desire to confide their personal feelings, be it trivial or deep, in only one and not even their family or best of friends. It turns out to be a relation very fulfilling, enriching and a treat for the senses.


• Through intense mutual physical and personal attractions, the ability to catch vibes flowing between each other almost instantly. The one which we gaily refer to as "love at first sight". Things move at lightning speeds, with both partners making manipulations and creating conditions to achieve it. People with big, open hearts not very anxious for a relation are likely to fall for it. Naturally rewarding and satisfying to its core. Vibrant, energetic and a fragrance never lost.


Afterword: This piece stated as above may still be short on covering all aspects of such relations coming to existence. But is a brief log of conclusions formed off my novice experiences and observations. A valuable and valid observation may point to the lack of attention to weaknesses of these bonds. To quell such apprehensions it should be appreciated that the strength of these ties lie in the levels of honesty granted and the nature of intentions that eventually led to them. Also the article does not amount as a tip to sustain relations but to identify with them. As my belief rests in the notion that love is not about adjustments but acceptance. So it fits best to say at last to follow your heart (it rhymes too).


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This piece of my blog is a dedication made out to my friends who fell in the laps of sweet love at the most spirited period of their lives and have been committed to each other since. To a point this article also draws both strength and inspiration from their relationships.

Akshay Kothari (BE-2k7)

My moment of glory


So,I uploaded my new DP on Orkut some time ago,and all of a sudden,some of my friends started sommenting on how different I looked from about a year ago (I did lose about 15kgs,so I was bound to look a bit different).But,my moment of glory came when I got this:

 

July 14, 2008

Official Story by Sunkara, Sudhir Kumar, Senior Engineer Qualcomm HYD

The beauty of sport lies in its unpredictability and the challenge of

sport lies in rising up to the situation. And this is what one

witnessed in our match with IBM on saturday.

IBM won the toss and chose to bat. Our captain Satyam Borah and

strike bowler Shiva were not available for the match. Rajasekhar

Gandhi captained the team for this match.

And the situation was totally not favorable to the "new" new ball

pair of Shubendra and Nickle... well, the bashing was a little too

harsh on us too. IBM went upto 80 runs in 4 overs! A bowling change

did the trick - well not exactly the bowling change, but a nice run

out by the wicket keeper Santhana alias Sandy ;-), ensured that we

get the first breakthrough.

The next over saw a wonderful catch being taken by Chandra. Running

all the way from long on to mid on, he pulled off what many would

have dismissed as something impossible. And the very next ball, Sandy

stumped their 3rd batsmen. Gandhi was bowler. Gandhi soon took their

4th wicket and IBM was suddenly reeling at 90-4. Talk about

unpredictability in sport!

The next bowling pair of Chandra and Vaidya were just not satisfied

with maintaining the tempo, so they upped it!! Chandra took 2 wickets

for 12 runs in 4 overs, and Vaidya took 3 wickets 16 runs in his 4

overs. A catch by Rajeev ended the IBM innings in 16.4 overs at 132 runs!

Special mention has to be made about our fielding here. The agility

of the players clearly helped in controlling the scoring rate all

through the innings. Brilliant catches by Chandra, Sumit and Gandhi

surely inspired the others to live up to the high standards thus set.

Catches, after all, do win matches :-)

Our opening batsmen Vaidya was in no mood to wait for a long time to

complete the match. His 48 runs came in 25 balls and this included

four 6's too. And ohh btw, twice the ball was lost outside the

stadium! By the time he got out, we were comfortably placed at 75 for

1 in 8 overs. And then a small mid-order collapse of 4 more wickets

did create tension though.

With 6 overs left and about 35 runs required. Shubendra Singh and

Gandhi steadied the innings. When Gandhi eventually got out, we

needed 12 runs off 9 balls. And the last over required us to score 7

runs. Sandy and Shubendra completed the job with 3 balls left! The

challenge of beating IBM was thus accomplished in a thriller!

Surely, the entire match was a totally perfect team effort, with the

captain truly leading from the front and all players complimenting

each other superbly. To beat a big team like IBM is no mean

achievement, and to accomplish this without some key players just

makes the achievement more worthwhile :-) Kudos to the team, and good

luck for the future!

Aditya Mukherjee (ICAS-2k5)

The Cult of the Mac, and Apple’s Little Puppets

The announcement of iPhone 3G caused the uproar in the cult of the Mac that was expected. I find myself defending the cheaper, better and much more attractive phone from Apple more and more often now from people who say it’s just a marketing ploy and Jobs’ reality distortion field makes us think that the phone is superior when it’s actually not.

I had almost but given up debating Apple vs. the World about a year back, choosing to take the high road and just sit back and watch people argue their hearts out on a topic that will not put a scar on the bigger picture — that it doesn’t matter.

I defend the iPhone from sceptics because I believe that Apple is doing an excellent job of promoting a device that has true potential to change the way we work with phones today. Sure, the iPhone has spawned many clones, and pushed the competition to add whatever they saw in the device to their own devices (like every Apple competitor does at some point). But Apple has a knack of getting things “mostly” right the first time out. I really don’t care what people say about Apple’s prices or limitations. If the product is good enough, who cares if you can break it open and fiddle around with the internals. Or if the features and usability are high enough, how does it matter if the service provider lock down charges you a little more money. Apple has always been higher on the cost, but they’ve more than balanced it out with excellent support and performance of their products and software. If you’re not willing to pay a premium for superiority, maybe you’re better off not owning a superior device.

The debate isn’t for or against Apple. The debate is for what the particular device in question brings to the table. It’s not co-incidence that many award winning and people popular devices come out of the one company most people love to hate. And people love to hate Apple on the case that they don’t have the freedom to do what they want with it once they own it. They believe that if they’ve paid for it, it is theirs to do whatever they want. They hate the fanboy-ism that follows Apple around everywhere, and some have even admitted to not making the switch to avoid being stereotyped as a fanboy just because they use an Apple. They would be right, but that’s not how Apple works, is it?

Apple’s lock down is to protect their work, their intellectual property, and the secrets that keep them ahead of the game. Apple is a small company, that has to squeeze out revenue from every little corner that they can muster. It is not a luxury, it is a survival tactic. If Apple opened itself up, their maintenance and development costs would shoot up. Not to mention customer support. Being closed has worked for Apple all these years, and probably will way into the future.

As SwitchingToMac clearly puts it:

It’s mostly about control, Apple has control of the entire computing experience, Hardware, Operating System and much of the core Software. Windows PCs are a conglomeration of a bunch of companies working independently all competing against each other but trying to make product that are harmonious at the same time.

Does Apple use its loyalists?

Apple thrives off the loyalists, the ‘cult of the Mac’ as they’re called. They depend on this small but extremely loyal group for their revenue. While the market leaders like Microsoft bank on the long tail to get their money, Apple does the exact opposite. In fact, you could say that Apple actually uses this “cult”, fuelling their emotions and egging them on by doing things like presenting the Mac vs. PC ads that have become so notoriously popular. Tom Krazit at One More Thing traces this back to an active strategy by Apple and Guy Kawasaki:

Kawasaki recalled signing up 44,000 hardcore Mac users in 1995 on a listserv named, quite appropriately, “EvangeList.” “All I would do is disseminate good news,” Kawasaki said. He wanted his listserv to be a counterpoint to the torrents of bad news about the Mac, exemplified by a 1996 BusinessWeek cover story about Apple titled, “The Fall of an American Icon.” For its cover art, the magazine placed an Apple icon in front of a black, funereal background.

If you’ve read any book on Steve Jobs or watched any of the documentaries, you would have seen how he treats the entire company as one big family1. The same feeling resonates among the Apple enthusiasts. If any blogger/journalist makes the slightest mistake of saying anything remotely bad about an Apple product, or Apple in general, you can almost foresee the impending reaction. The wrath of the cult is ruthless. It’s almost like every Apple enthusiast takes it as a personal attack whenever the company is spoken ill of.

And that is what Apple wants. That is what they need. Because these are the people who will buy the next product to come out their doors without question. These are the people that through repeated persuasion and coaxing, “convert” others and make them switch. I myself have converted about 7 to 8 people over to Macs ever since I began to take interest in this sort of thing, and I’m proud of that. It is my little contribution to the company I’ve come to appreciate and respect. And I know, that the people who’ve switched, are happy they did so. So happy, that soon they will be showing their Macs to their friends, asking them to give it a shot. And that’s how Apple has grown, and will continue to grow.

How's this for Mac vs. PC?

So argue and debate all you want. If you’re not a part of the “cult”, you don’t have anything to win. Apple-ers will never listen to your attempts to sway them away, but they’ve gotten better and more efficient at turning people from your side to theirs. It’s like getting soldiers to defect by promising them more vacations. What will you pick?


  1. One of which he’s the dictator head, but a family nonetheless; which works, plays and creates together. 

✓ gOS Space: OSX Like Operating System Without Apple

On January 7, 2008 gOS released the beta version of Space - their latest iteration of gOS. It’s different for sure. It’s like OS X with an added bit of fun. gOS Space is truly a social network fans’ dream come true.

So there are more than one “OS X like” system out there?

Shubhendra Singh (BE-2k5)

Awesome cricket match against IBM, we won, summer internship rox at qualcomm....

Cricket tournament going here at Hyderabad between different Company's like TCS, Kotak Mahindra, IBM, Wipro etc. and off course Qualcomm is participating in it.

Match was in a Ground with good turf but it was pretty dried up wicket so no mercy for bowler's. But if the bowler like me bowling after 5 years with new ball, the situation can be pretty bad to worse like 1st over 35 runs for no loss, with 2 boundaries in the over.

Situation was handled by Gandhi our truly deserving captain, Nitin the level headed bowler, Kaustubh Vaidya who can spin bowl like anything and last but not least Chandra who is perfectionist. IBM made 132 in 16 overs all out.

My situation was pathetic, i thought i will never play cricket anymore. But the guys were awesome they understood my situation and cheered me up Chandra, Sumit, Arun, Rajeev, Gandhi and Sandy esp.

I thought just one thing if we lost today its just because of me. But destiny had some good moments reserved for me later in the game.

Vaidya and Sumit are left hander batsmen that resemble Jaysuriya and Gambhir in their style of cricket. These guys made 72 in 8 overs, obviously in this situation we were winning very easily.
But situation changed and we were 97/4 in 14 overs, Sandy had pushed me up the order before him, now i knew this was my moment.

I and Gandhi played for another 4 overs with bringing the situation to 12 runs needed in 2 overs. I was trying to be a pinch hitter but then ball wasn't really coming, I just took singles and then Gandhi was given out as LBW but it wasn't right decision at all, "umpires decision is last decision" and we honour it.

So situation was 7 runs needed in an over, Sandy a fast runner between the wickets took a double on 1st bowl, single on second and i hit a four over the covers to lead Qualcomm to win over IBM by 5 wickets.

Ya Destiny always shows you the position where you have to take a decision, i took and got best memories of my life. A very happy ending to a very happy summer internship at Qualcomm.

July 13, 2008

Love all

I shook off the little beads of sweat from my wrist and looked at my opponent. I held the badminton racket, with all the familiarity and comfort of a loved one’s warm hands in mine. I smiled and tilted my head a little, indicating I was going to serve. “Love all.” The game had begun.

Ashok was about three to four years older than me, with the grace of a deer on the badminton court and all the clumsiness of a hippopotamus off it. He would move his wrist just about an inch and the shuttlecock would fly gracefully to the other end of the court. He was equally capable of dropping whatever he was holding or trip over his own feet with the utmost ease otherwise. It was nature’s idea of a joke, I always mused.

“Fourteen, Five”
Damn, he scored again.
She could’ve easily finished me off on that serve. That was my worst serve ever!
“Gotcha!”
Grinning good-naturedly, I pretended to bash him up from the other side of the net. His next serve cut through the air and came dangerously close to my face after which I lashed out, more to defend myself. I had learnt from experience that being hit with one of his shots would sting for some time after.
“Good shot!”
“Arrey, it was only a fluke. I can’t beat you!”
“Bullshit. You just don’t try hard enough.”
“Never mind. This high roof is echoing your voice. If you scream the next time you score, I swear I shall be deaf very soon.”
“Haha. You’re the shrieky monkey, you know.”
“No. I go (shriek). You can shriek at levels so high only dogs can hear it. See? There you go again”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You can’t hear it, dear. Only dogs can.”
“Hmm, then how do you?”
“Oh, me? Err...”
“Gotcha. Hahaha!”
Famous in our badminton court, Ashok possessed a killer serve, an amazing back-hand attack and tricky movements round the court. In short, he was always impossible to defeat, and the rest of us would judge one another by the number of points we scored against him.
“Smash it!”
“Huh?”
Snapping out of my day-dream, I wildly hit out and the shuttlecock zoomed at full speed and got lodged in the net. It remained stuck, looking like an oddly shaped flower with white, pointed petals. Ashok removed it, shaking his head ruefully. “You shouldn’t have let that point go, you know.”
“Oh, well… you won! Why’re you complaining?”
“Because you’re an idiot and can play better if you concentrate a little.”
“Oh, fine. I get blamed for you being a better player than I?”
“Anyway, I have to go now. Bye”
“Huh? Listen…”
But Ashok had already gone away. The high asbestos roof echoed his heavy footsteps. Sighing, I tightened the laces of my canvas shoes and walked over to Smith Sir.
He had been watching us intently. He looked thoughtful and a little worried crease appeared on his face as I neared him. “Sir, I have exams next week. I’ll come for practice after they are over. Bye!” I said and slung the bag with the racket over my shoulder and walked home.

“Hiya Ashok!”
“Hey. Good to see you. Where’ve you been? It’s been ages.”
“It’s only been a week, silly. I had exams. Ready for a game?”
“Yup, let me have a sip of water before, though.”

Spotting Smith Sir, I stretched and did a few half-hearted exercises, knowing I’d have to listen to a tirade about lazy people getting cramps, suffering gruesome consequences and all that. Keeping my racket down, I began some basic wrist exercises, the one that only involved moving my wrists and took least effort.
“Hello, Sir”
“Hi. Readying for a game with Ashok?
“Yes, sir. He just went to drink some water. Should I call him?”
“No, no. I’m surprised he came to play at all.”
“Why? Something wrong?”
“He’s been having this weird ankle pain and doesn’t want to accept it’s affecting his game. In fact, I told him to not come for a few days, but he didn’t agree.”
“That’s weird. I’ll tell him to take rest, the stupid fellow.”
“No, don’t. He’ll only play like one possessed to prove he’s fine and hurt himself all the more.”
“Tsk. Ok, then. I’ll finish the game soon and persuade him to leave with me.”

“Hello, Sir”
“Hi, Ashok. Begin, I shan’t disturb you.”

I remember that game vividly-the speed with which the shuttlecock buzzed past my ears and the ominous sound my racket made every time it came in contact with the shuttlecock. It seemed to tell the opponent, “There’s no way you’re going to hit this back…,” Ashok’s puzzled face as I suddenly seemed to expand and cover every edge of the court, my fellow players’ hoots, my own mad yells of joy… That day marked a new beginning, not in badminton, but in my life, as I made a new discovery about myself. Like a lot of things in life, I didn’t know it then…

I won game after game. I was unstoppable. Ashok was still a challenge, but with concentration and effort, I was able to win often. Coming to think of it, he had not defeated me for quite some time. Dizzy with success, I lay down on my bed and recounted the previous days’ events. Try as I might, I could not recall which singular event had caused my game to improve so drastically. It didn’t matter. One never needs reasons for things going well. I was a winner. I snuggled into my bedclothes and went to sleep.

A new day dawned and I returned to the badminton court, full of zest. Ashok waved to me and I readied myself for a good game. “Love all”
“Wait”
“Smith Sir? Good evening!”
I chatted with him for a few minutes until Ashok got impatient. “Alright, alright, I’m coming”, I said and walked over to my end of the court.
I won the first half of the set with much difficulty. He aced the second half; sweeping out serves that seemed like lightning, making me run in circles around the court when he hardly seemed to move from one place.
“It’s a tie.”
“So it is. Another to call it a game or we leave it at a tie?”
“Oh. Let’s finish it.”
The game began. I was flabbergasted. I lost. Only by two points at first and by more as we continued playing. I had been granted a magical power for a few days and was now stripped of it. I was a common player again, making sure I remembered the number of points I had scored against Ashok. It was deadly disappointing, but over all, a huge mystery.
“So, Ashok rules again, huh?”
“Oh, it’s my day, I suppose.”
I was not one to smile in the face of defeat. I possessed not the sporting spirit or the confidence that Ashok did. “Probably because of years of winning,” I thought savagely. I shook off the ugly thought and smiled at him. With a huge effort, I managed a watery smile. “Maybe it was a bad day for you,” my mind comfortingly suggested an excuse.
“See you tomorrow, then?”
“I guess so. See you.”

I slumped as I walked past the other players, cringing every time someone turned towards me, fearing I would have to lie about being ill if they seemed surprised at my defeat.
“So, you have ankle pain today?” said Smith Sir and winked.
“Huh? No, I am quite fine, thank you.”
“Then why did you lose?”
“Hm, it was his day, I guess,” I said, echoing Ashok.
“You remember what I told you about Ashok being ill a few days back?”
“Oh, ya. I’m so glad Ashok is fine again. It is very obvious from his game.”
“Well?”
“Err, well what?”
“Silly, he never had pain of any sort. I just knew the Ashok fame was intimidating you.”
“You mean…”
“Yes. You won because you were capable of defeating him. Always. And it used to make me really angry that you expected every shot of his to be excellent, every serve to be top notch. He’s good, but not perfect, you know. Even the best can be defeated.”
“Accha, hmm. This is surprising news for me.”
“Ok, you’ve played enough for today. See you tomorrow.”

I played many games after, represented my school in numerous tournaments-won some, lost some. But I never forgot the lesson I learnt that day- never to be intimidated by another person, that a Nadal existed for every Federer. I saw surprising outcomes on the badminton court- a tiny kid outplaying a taller, known-to-be-better player with ease, a slim player mistaking his fat opponent to be slow, and a guy regretting placing a bet on winning a game with all the girls on the court. There was always a surprise element in the game. That little twist at the end of the novel you certainly did not expect. “A lot like life,” I mused
I heard a shout. A new game had begun. “Love all…”

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I want to write a few more sentences for the sake of nostalgia. The friendly banter pretty much follows conversations between my old badminton partner and me. Though we have lost touch completely and hardly talk anymore, I still have fond memories of the many months of badminton, with rain pattering on the (asbestos?) roof, making us shout to hear each other across the court.
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After I finished the story, I realised I had drawn inspiration from a similar incident in my life. I was in the 7th standard and was an avid player of badminton. A boy, better at the game than I, challenged me to a game, and won it. Slightly sour about being defeated by someone younger, I murmured something about ankle pain and not having been at my best. The next day, he was told that I was captain of my school’s badminton team.

Ayyo, you had ankle pain yesterday? That’s why you lost…”

He never won a game against me after that.

Ramnathan Subramanian

Southward Bound...

I decided to write this post as I saw the text plate on CNN IBN read “Spanish Jallikattu” when the channel was running a story on Spain’s bullfight. For those who don’t know what Jallikattu is, it is the Tamilian (Madurai-based, to be specific) version of bullfight, and for sure, a much better version when compared to its Spanish version.

Anyways, let’s compare the Tamilian and Spanish danger-spirits later and get to my observation here. How many times have you noticed a famous English news channel give a south Indian vernacular headline to their story, and use a word like Jallikattu? Think. I am sure you would not remember any instance. Not that this proves anything, but it does indicate one thing, English news channel are moving southward. You think the observation is senseless and out of the blue? Well, not really.

Sometimes, you come to conclusions due to a thought process which has been induced into you. You hear someone more authoritative say something else, and based on their opinion you develop one. This conclusive observation might be one like that. However, I have quite few reasons to think that the English news channels have started giving more value to the South.

For one, I realized that it is a known thing among news channel marketers that English news has more takers down south than the North. All the people up there, surprised? You should be. While you always thought that the average Madrasi has a funny English accent, he seemed to have moved closer to English news channels than you are. And this is a statistical observation, TRPs prove this. It is not the Bangalore effect alone. Hyderabad and Chennai are not far behind either. The average south-Indian, being more educated than an average north-Indian, has more affinity to English news channels.

It is not very difficult to notice the shift. IBN ran Dasavataram for weeks together before it was released. Special hour-long shows, special interviews, covering the music launch, interviewing make-up artists and choreographers... the list goes on. KS Ravikumar is probably the first director to have got such unprecedented coverage from the English medium, both for himself and his film. So much so, that even Hindi news channels wanted to be safe and covered south-Indian event even if they didn’t run it later. I met one very senior entertainment reporter from Star News (Hindi news), and he told me he had been to Chennai for the music launch of Dasavataram. Now, that is not something that happens all the time.

There were two episodes of ‘Being SP Balasubramanyam” on IBN. Not that he deserves less, he is a blessed prodigy. But it does come at a time when everyone seems to be running south. And as I write this, Times Now is running a special show on the South-Filmfare awards, and surprisingly, Times Now is a highly visible media partner for the event. Even if the fact that a special show for a completely south-based event can be called as business because Times Now is a media partner, it is worth noticing that an English news channel like Times actually took special interest in partnering with the organizers of the show.

Moreover, I have also heard a lot of Mumbai entertainment-reporters rant about too much of South news being covered on their news channels. But then the rule is clear, isn’t it? Go where you get the maximum money. People down south watch you more, then you have to give more importance to them.

It is not entertainment alone that seems to be bringing more stuff from down south, but also lifestyle. Times Now has always covered more of the south compared to others, but NDTV and IBN too have started running human-interest feature stories based in cities like Bangalore, Chennai and Hyderabad. More of citizen journalism, sports, business news and even politics have been seen in TV now. I guess TV9 is starting an English news channel based on the south alone. They clearly seem to have discovered a new highly potential market to sell news. It is quite clear, the Indian English media is southward bound!

July 12, 2008

Guessing the Teacher’s Password

This is why there are “written” examinations (which include regular monthly tests as well) and not verbals. But schools today are more about rote repitition rather than actual understanding of concepts. That’s the way our teachers have been conditioned, and that’s how things will continue unless the people in the big chairs realise that there is something wrong.

Ankur Shrivastava (BE-2k7)

Dell XPS 1530

Fedora 9 on Dell XPS M1530

Finally after waiting for a long time my Dell XPS 1530 arrived yesterday and it really rockss, i was supposed to get it on 3rd July but continuous delay were caused by curfew in Indore and some other factors.

The Config is
Processor : Intel C2D T8100 - 2.1GHz
RAM : 3GB 667MHz Dual Channel
Graphics Card : GeForce 8600GT 256 MB
Screen : 15.4" WXGA+ ( 1440x900 )
WiFI card : Intel 4965 802.11n
OS : Windows Vista Home Preminum ( removed after an hour )

It looks gr8 far better then what i previously owned, HP 6515b which was given by my college MIT, Manipal.
As soon as i received my Dell first think i did was to run Windows Performance Index and the score came out to be 5.0 with 5.0 being the lowest score because of my 3GB RAM!!!
Vista Index of 5.0 for my laptop
I tried some Windows Media Centre and then it was time to say vista good bye and say hello to Fedora 9, the install went without a hitch but when i booted i that my mouse was not working, a quick search on forums and i had the solution add i8042.nomux=1 as a kernel parameter and every thing was working, WiFi, LAN all worked out of the box, some yum install and my new notebook was ready to rock and roll

Dell XPS 1530 Vs HP 6515b
so here they are x144 and x121

PS - i will be heading back to manipal on 16th, waiting for a really rocking sem……….

July 11, 2008

Hands on Vector Graphics

For last 24 hours I have been trying my hands on Scalable Vector Graphics(SVG). Its a surely kick-ass format for playing around with Vector Graphics. Now you might be thinking how I bumped into it. By chance I was just browsing the Mozilla Developer Center when I fell across a page in which they explained their stand and implementation of SVG in Firefox. It had some references about this format. The second thing which caught my mind was that Inkscape supports SVG (I didnt knew this). I had used Inkscape before so thought of giving a try, read some basic tutorials and its entry on Wikipedia and then set down to work.

After 24 hours its done! First is the image which gave me the idea how to draw.

I am going to contribute a lot on Inkscape Wiki and Forums. Wait for more graphics of the sort…

Dhananjay (BE-2k7)

Enable / Waking Devices from Sleep ( like ethernet and usb )


Does your ethernet become disabled when you remove your laptop from power (Win XP),

windows does this to save power .

First put back power> got to that devices property >configure>Power Management> Deselect “Allow Computer to turn off this device to save power”

Then go to run>type cmd>powercfg /DEVICEQUERY ALL_DEVICES

(Actually wake_programmable is all u need)

see the name of the device

then

powercfg /DEVICEENABLEWAKE <name>

Thats ALL !!!!

(PS if you are using vista open cmd in administrator mode /UAC mode)

Jayashree Bhat

Five weeks

Little did I think this summer internship would bring with it a numbing shower of experiences. I suppose you would expect the earlier sentence to end with ‘both good and bad’. But nope, it’s been all good. I swear. I don’t have a single complaint.

I am sad to go. I have grown attached to this place. To the people I work with. To Binesh Sir(who once pointed at the daily email I had to send him and said, 'Ahem, Jayashree, I think there's a small mistake.' My email began thus-'Hell Sir' and Johnson Sir who made work seem fun (honest). This is the place where one of my worst fears was laid to rest- that I would hate work, that I would reprimand myself for choosing engineering.

Sigh. I shall miss sprawling in random places with a book and read, licking ice-cream cones while looking at the road dreamily and writing stuff… Double sigh.
I shall miss having a play to watch whenever I wish (and not having to wait for Dramanon (which’s once a semester. Hmph) or go to Mangalore on a bumpy road), and the shopping. (Wail!)

I could write pages on the jam-packed weekends which passed by in a flash, where I had so many things to do, but couldn’t manage to fit them all in at times…Chatting on everything under the sun with Shrikant (my God, he can talk almost as much as I. Scary.) Working on the latesht Google Android has been amazing. To dive into a software and program whilst it’s so new that not even a book has been written for it, curse Google for not giving enough documentation, wade through numerous forums for information…It has been a breathtaking experience.(Wail, again!)

My lovely, lovely little niece who I met for the first time. You’re the single, most beautiful thing God ever made on the face of this earth. You have an Aunt to spoil you silly. Always.

Aravind, my cousin. Dude, chill. Life and girls are not so bad. I am old enough to say, ‘It happens at that age. You’ll get over her. Or them. Etc. etc. Life’s good!’

The four girls I shared a house with. What shall I say about you all? I have been the court jester of the house, making the most ridiculous jokes without caring about making a complete fool of myself. Sensible Suvarna, Anu, with all her fire (though, she was a sucker for senti movies. Something highly contrary to her nature.), ‘I believe the world has no bad people’ Kali and ‘I can handle any situation with finesse and am fun’ Shruthi. Sigh. I wish we had more of those power cuts in which we sat around and laughed like idiots, sang kahi deep jale kahi dil. Oooooooo! I wish I could go to Jayanagar 4th block with you all and shop till I dropped. I wish…oh, too many things.

Enough said. It has been a great stay. And just like IIT Saarang08, (a much postponed, yet to be written article) I have no pictures to show. Like Ishaan said, (though he vehemently denies/ want me to believe it’s a drunken remark) some memories needn’t be caught on camera. They’re just there.

Aditya Mukherjee (ICAS-2k5)

Twitter Killer? Right

If this is all it took to dethrone Twitter from whatever place it holds in our lives, we would have passed on the service a very long time ago.

Uh Oh!

Hell hath no fury like an Apple fan waiting in line scorned.

A Better Argument

“We have more applications and more phones in the hands of people and that’s what matters at the end of the day,” he said.

Microsoft really needs a better punch line than that. They sound more and more like a wounded cat every day.

Nishant Jain (BE-2k6)

Ulysses

I feel its a hidden bonus, if you haven't read everything that's great too early. Or have it handed to you as a course requirement. It's nice to make a 'discovery' once in a while, by yourself. ------------------------------------------------------------- It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws

Ragamalika Karthikeyan

Deliberate Self Harm

My 'interest' in this 'subject' was roused again when I attended a lecture a couple of days back. That was about DSH in South Asian Women in London. Which is a research topic. An the definition of DSH itself is vast.

I'm talking about one aspect of it. Self immolation. A simpler, more recognised term would be 'cutting'.

I was first introduced to this act, of inflicting physical pain upon oneself for various reasons, when I was 12. Pretty young, you say? They start earlier than that is the tragedy. I have seen girls using blades over the years. They start with the finger tip. It moves from there to various other parts.

I'm ashamed to admit I was fascinated with this myself, at one point. But I'm happy to say the fascination was very short lived - that I came to my senses pretty early, and have never done anything major.

Sad part is, most people don't get over it. "I had a fight with my mom". "My friends don't like me". "I don't look good". "I got bad marks". The reasons are too trivial and too many. And, I feel, they have something to do with the person's perception of "self".

If all schools had counsellors, I feel kids won't take to this 'habit'. They need someone to talk to, someone who will probably understand what they feel. Someone who doesn't shrug off anything they have to say as too kiddish, which is what parents tend to do sometimes. Kids as young as 10 and 12 don't need to 'learn' that 'pain is good'!!!

I have seen my friends doing it. When it became a habit, they started doing it for fun. Which I didn't understand many a time. I was too young. They were my age.

I see a classmate doing it. The whole class knows. She doesn't make any efforts to hide anything now.

And they shrug it off; they say she's 'seeking attention'.

Give her some! It is our fault too, if she's that desparate!

And what am I doing about it? I dedicate this post to her. She doesn't know this blog exists, I'm sure. We're not friends, and this doesn't change that. We hardly know each other, and I wonder why... Will I try to help her in some way, when I go back this week? Or will I, too, behave like 'any other college student', and get on 'with my life', and ignore it like I did the past year?

I hate myself sometimes.

Lets kill, just because we can

An 'elite' private school in an Indian suburb. Three teenage boys, recently shifted to the suburb from nearby villages. One of them allegedly bullies the other two. The two boys decide to get rid of the bullying - by getting rid of their classmate. One of the boys' father has a gun, which he easily smuggles into school. After a class got over, the two boys take it in turns to shoot the third one down. And they admitted to the crime , "without a trace of remorse or hesitation", the media reports.

What stands out in this case is that its not an impulsive move. The boys had planned it properly. And they seem to have had full knowledge of the consequences. And they accepted these consequences before they even committed the crime I suppose. The supposedly went back into their classroom and waited quietly for the police to come.

Also, the ease with which the boys got the gun... I read somewhere that in Gurgaon, owning a gun is a status symbol.

What was going on in the boys' minds when they did what they did? What did the victim do that affected them so much that they decided to kill him? Was it just that they've seen it done in movies and, well, the weapon was there, and they could just use it. Did they consider themselves heroes, RDB style? Fighting injustice done to them?

I believe that children, especially young teens, have this urge to use things just because: the internet is there, so lets use it. The phone is there, so lets use it. The TV is there, lets use it... The gun is there, lets use it... Stems from the same philosophy. Its not that 13-14 year olds don't have anything to do other than watching TV; its just the availability...

TV, car, A/C... everything for a dual purpose - usability and status symbol.

What's the 'usability' of a gun? Is your life going to be threatened every day? Are we living in a society which is that insecure?

Evolving culture cannot be stagnant


Culture is things that one identifies with a particular community or ethnic group at a given period. Stress on the 'at a given period' part.

I don't understand people who keep screaming on and on about 'they are destroying our culture'. What do you mean by destroying? Are you trying to say that culture is something stagnant? That culture remains, or should remain, the same forever?

Culture evolves as we evolve. Culture evolves as the world moves forward in time, and as different communities from all over the world mingle with each other, and give and take 'cultural elements'.

No one can expect everything to remain the same forever. To say that you're forgetting your identity as an Indian if you wear 'western clothes', is stupid. Clothes don't define your nationality. I'm not in support of people who say wearing salwar-kameez makes you 'behenji', but I don't think wearing jeans is 'anti-India' either.

What you wear changes with time, and you just have to accept it. Why, if the whole world stuck to what was done from the beginning, we wouldn't be wearing anything at all! We must respect change. I understand it if it is your choice to not change the way you dress, that's perfectly fine with me. Just accept it that you can't force your views on others.

And coming to the discussion on this blog, which inspired this post...

The Indian culture and sex. Parents are not ready to communicate with their kids about sex. It is taboo, and it is not to be talked about. The result? The kids get all the wrong ideas from various 'sources' - movies, internet, 'more experienced' friends...

The movies tell you that the bad guy makes the girl cry by raping her. Our young man is very taken by the idea of being a bad guy at one point in his life. So he starts trying to do the things that were done on screen. Congratulations - we have a society full of guys trying to molest women. If parents were ready to talk to their children, and tell them what its all about, the hype would be off, and things would be slightly better. I'm not saying sexual harassment will vanish, but it will definitely reduce.

When the biology teacher can talk in a perfectly normal way about respiration, digestion, excretion, why is it that when the reproduction chapter comes, she just simply glosses over it, and does not bother to explain in detail? Any questions? Stop trying to disrupt the class!

And anyway, virgin birth happens only in scriptures, not in real life.

And where in our 'culture', our history, is it said that sex is taboo? that its is a sin? Birthplace of Kamasutra, home land of Khajuraho...

Now, the whole 'don't celebrate Valentine's day or you'll get killed' thing... RSS and VHP claim that they're against Valentine's day because it is alien, because out 'culture' is not like that...

Hmmm.... Let me think.... Krishna had girlfriends (in the plural), Rama and Sita fell in love with each other at 'first sight', Kamadev is the Indian equivalent of Cupid, one of the avatars of Vishnu is Mohini the Enchantress....

And talking of Krishna, he's called Radhakrishna, and never Rukmini Krishna, even if he never married Radha...

Sounds.. Perceptions.. Images.. Truth (?)


This post is probably quite personal. Not in the mushy-awwww!-comecrywithme way, but still quite personal, yea. Now that you've been warned, go ahead if you still feel like it.

I've been procrastinating for sometime now as to what I should blog about. It aint like there's nothing to blog about - quite the opposite actually! There's so much to write and discuss... And it all fills up my whole existence, if i can be a bit melodramatic. There is so much going on around which involves so much attention to all the little details... Do I get carried away!

These past few weeks have taught me one thing - what I know is very little. No, I'm not on some path to 'self-realisation'... That's a bit too melodramatic, even for me! It's just that, when you hear people talk - argue - about certain things, and then while they're doing so, record it, and then play it again... It sort of reinforces 2 things. One, the importance of visuals to what you want to convey, and two, how these very visuals are misleading.

I've heard my 'recorded voice without visuals' quite a few times for my own comfort in the past few weeks. I've heard other people's voices too. When they were discussing a very important issue, it sounded fine... Everyone seemed to know what they were talking about... But when it was played back, I realised just how hollow everyone sounded.

Maybe because you have the time to think, maybe because visuals are not there to cloud your sttention span... You think about what everyone is saying, and you just realise how stupid it all is - they don't make any sense at all! Damn, I thought they knew hat they were talking about, but what the hell, they DO NOT!!!

That discovery is very nice and bright till I realised I was on the same boat. What radio practical classes and video stories for TMJ have done to me is this - every time I talk, for the first ever time in my life, I am conscious of my own voice. Every time I finish a sentence, I have a feeling I just made a complete fool of myself. Every time I hear my own voice, I try to relate it to the image I have of myself in my head - and for some reason, it doesn't match.

Am I sounding 'girly' all of a sudden today? Wasn't I just too loud? Ok, that sounded gross, right? Uh... I don't talk like that, do I?

Ragamalika has NEVER had to ask these 'reassuring' questions in her life, ever! She gave a damn about what she sounded like - she used to talk, talk, and talk till she just HAD to stop. Didn't matter if what she said made sense...

Suddenly, it does.

July 10, 2008

Microsoft Offers Free Downgrade Help

On one end they’re going to start marketing Vista, and on the other they’re offering free downgrade support. I guess I’ve been too long out of Microsoft land to actually make sense of it.

Can There Be ‘Wow’ In Vista Marketing?

There has been nobody out there saying how good is Windows Vista. But there are plenty of voices, including Apple’s “Get a Mac” ads, shouting about how bad is the operating system. It’s disgusting that Microsoft showed so little Vista marketing concern for so long. Any ad would be better than none.

I like his suggestions at the end, maybe Microsoft should hire him.

Jayashree Bhat

On diyas

Diyas have fascinated me since forever. There is something infinitely Indian about a diya. It speaks of a dark prayer room divinely lit with its warmth, of light emanating from a humble combination of clay and cotton wick, and of diwali where hundreds of them join together to form golden threads of brightness. The glowing droplet of light shivers in excitement as a breeze caresses it, making it move with all the grace of an elegantly draped sari. The wind and the diya playfully dance, and the pointed light laughs as the wind tickles it. Nay, the coldness of a stiff, white candle cannot replace the earthy warmth that a diya is. There is no oil left to throw away, unlike the little stub of hardened candle wax that cannot produce any more light. Every drop of oil is greedily consumed by the wick to keep the light alive, brightening many seconds of gloomy darkness.

The night grows weary, but the diya continues to brighten the threshold. The night blows harder, but the light merely bends, without breaking. Patiently, the night waits for the diya to tire. You can feel the diya’s reluctance in dying out, as it begins to alternatively blink and glow. It aches for a hand to feed it, while the night giggles and coughs up stars. Its time has come, its day is over. But wait; there is no ‘the end’ for a diya. All you have to do is call upon it, and it shall encircle you with the same light and comfort as it always did. And it is this fact that brings light to our life, in knowing that there are some things which can be renewed even after ‘the end’, that even when the cold night has extinguished all signs of light ever having existed, a thin, weak wick and a drop of oil are all that are needed…

Dinkar (BE-2k7)

What the hell is this !!

I didnt complete even half the task that i had decided to accomplish in this sem break of approx 50 days … yet i m happy with whatever i did this time . for though i failed to do the tasks i had planned still  i managed to set other important things in perspective . [...]

Aditya Mukherjee (ICAS-2k5)

Free and Proprietary

[Free Software Foundation] just seem a little too rabid, their methods too extreme (insulting the Gates foundation’s work is equivalent to tossing paint at people wearing fur coats, except not hilarious) and their overall goals too ambitious and unrealistic.

New Macbook Pro Casings

I don’t link to rumours too often, but these seem legit. On the other hand, making Pros more curvy doesn’t make aesthetic sense because they’re, well, Pros. They’re supposed to have well defined edges and an overall smart feel to them. I hope something changes between now and the refresh.

Vista Compatibility Center Still MIA

I wouldn’t hold my breath.

I Don’t Get It

If you call this a step backwards (apart from the fact that us tech geeks are finally getting the same treatment regular people do), what is exactly a step “forward”?

Ragamalika Karthikeyan

The long post - Part II


But it was an oral confirmation one month before the stipulated internship was supposed to begin, and I got the scare of my life when they told me later that it wasn’t like fixed fixed. I had to go to Mumbai for an interview and only then…


This was, of course, pretty logical. What was not very was travelling from the west coast of India to the east coast, dump some luggage and carry some, and come all the way back to the west coast, all the time knowing that it was still in the maybe stage. Well, we did it anyway, me and Ram. And no, they didn’t ‘reject’ us. Phew!

This is the part which I call ‘bursting the bubble’. I learnt a lot of things – not all ideal, not all happy-happy. I saw and experienced what I had earlier only heard or read about. It’s not like I didn’t believe people when they told me that it’s like this, but when you actually see it for yourself, it hits you full in the face.

It hits you hard. Imagine a fist with some constrained veins and pointed knuckles, coming at the speed of sound… Imagine it in slow motion, Bollywood style, with some Kollywood style gold rings on those big, big, fingers… and it reaches your face and SMACK!

Ouch! Yea, it hits you that hard.

On a more serious note – everybody was a little surprised that their two new interns were both from Manipal, were classmates, were Tamilians, and were both from Chennai. For some people, this was immensely amusing!

But for two people who are so ‘similar’ (and as Anadi puts it, pun intended.), I don’t think we ‘experienced’ the same things. Every shoot is different, every day in the edit-room is different, every train journey is different, and every chai-outing is different. People are different, and so are their ‘response to stimuli’ ;)

There was a point, somewhere in the middle of the internship, where I seriously thought nothing was right. I was whining, and believe me, I sound ridiculous when I do that. I was behaving differently from how I usually behave – symptoms include talking very very little, drinking too much coffee, and, yes, whining. (To be very very honest, it wasn’t the drinking too much coffee part, or the whining part that worried me :P )

And at the end of one very ridiculous whining session, I realised something. It was my multiple personality disorder. And the only person who chooses which one of the multiple comes up and shows her head is, well, me.

Sounds very filmy no? No? Sounds like serials? Whatever!

I like coffee, and there’s no use whining unless that gives you a brainwave. Use what you have to get what you want, but never over-do it in a very obvious way. Lesson learnt in the latter part of the internship, and voila! It’s time to go home. Of course I learnt a lot about the media too – but I aint gonna list ‘em out here, cos I’m incapable of separating the good, the bad and the ugly; so I’ll just leave that for my other blog, for some other time, eh?

But Mumbai is a crazy, crazy place. My last few hours there, I saw the city truly flooded and I saw the selfish people. But I also saw the good ones coming forward to help the taxi-guy when his front brake went pop. I saw the people on the roads telling him which direction to not go in, without him asking them, for that road is really flooded. And there was the taxi guy who, through all that, somehow got me to Bombay Central and didn’t ask for anything more than what the meter read.

Only, Bombay Central was not the station I was supposed to go to. It was 12:30 in the afternoon when I checked my ticket to see that my train left from CST at 2:00 pm. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t!

Thank you, Anadi and Niranjan, for getting me to CST on time. Thank you, Indian Railways, for delaying my train by an hour and not cancelling it. Thank you to the 47 people who cancelled their tickets on that train and my RAC became a berth. Thank you, old lady, for being old and not wanting the upper berth, and trading it for my lower.
And I’m back home

Ami Mishra

Food is Good

When man and woman first ate,

I am not quite sure if they were on a date.

Or if there was even a plate!

They just ate – by some chance of fate.


Did they know that food came in variety then?

Did they know they could fry a hen?

Did they even live out of a den?

Maybe they lived in a fen even!


Did they imagine they would have to diet!

And food they would have to fight?

And that food with carbs and wasn’t right?

Sinful was anything cooked in sauce white!


Fat equaling to ugly was a result of multiplied food?

Did the first-man-to-eat-food know that dude!

Did he know that to binge could depend on one’s mood?

He didn’t know what he had started was to obesity, a prelude!


The first-woman-to-eat-food didn’t know,

That food would make her grow and grow!

And leave her on an eternal low!

Also that she would have to cook some more, and more!


Neither of them knew the trap of the food! Sigh!

What a break in the high!

But, if they didn’t eat then, they would die!

And the Earth would just say Bye-Bye!


So good,

That they ate some food!

July 09, 2008

Using qemu on Windows (Basics)


Have you ever felt an urge to use Linux in your office but you are not allowed to install it without permission. Additionally you are not allowed the partition the Hard Disk. What could be a solution? Very simple, get a Virtual Machine. Now again a new problem comes up- Virtualizing softwares are quite big and take for example VMWare are too big itself to be handled and cant be kept hidden on your computer.

This is my experience what I did when faced these problems. I downloaded qemu for Windows and also the ISO of the Linux I wanted to use. In my case it was Xubuntu as I wanted a lightweight distro. First of all you dont need to install qemu at all, just unzip it and keep it in any folder of you choice. Neither do you have to add any Product key or anythin of the sort. Here it the step by step proceedure what needs to be done to make a Virtual copy of Linux running on yor system.

1. Get a copy of the ISO of your Operating System

I wanted to install Linux - Xubuntu and download a copy of it from the main website. You can get any OS, doesnt need to be Xubuntu. It can be OpenSolaris, OpenBSD, FreeBSD or Windows itself

2. Create a virtual Hard Disk

This step is useful only if you want to install the OS, if you intend just to run LIVE without installing, you can skip this stage.

qemu-img.exe create filename 4000M

Where filename is the name of the file you are intending to use as a Hard Disk and 4000M means the size of the file is 4000MB. To create files of size more than 4GB you need to be on NTFS Filesystem as older ones cant handle such large files.

3. Start the OS in Live Mode

In this case you dont need to have a Hard Disk, just an ISO required. Boot from it using the command

qemu.exe -cdrom isoimage.iso -boot d

In this case isoimage.iso is the file which contains the ISO and is to tell that you want to boot from CD. In this case you have chosen to make CDROM as an ISO.

4. Install the OS on the Disk you created

In this you need to have the Disc created along with the ISO, use this command

qemu.exe -cdrom isoimage.iso -hda filename -boot d

The above command means that you chosen ISO as the CDROM, filename as First Hard Disk (hda) and you wanted to boot from CDROM ( -boot d )

Install from the ISO, when it is complete, just exit from qemu.

5. Starting an installed OS

This case is when you have installed from the ISO and want to use it regularly. In this case just issue the command

qemu.exe -hda filename -boot c

Here -boot c tells to boot from the first Hard Disk, you dont need -cdrom option as you have already installed the OS. You can have more than one hard disk, by specifying the -hdb ,-hdc and -hdd option, but you can only boot from -hda.

Tips:

  • I was not able to connect to network even after specifying a lots of options. If your network doesn’t work and you want to  have some files on the guest OS, then download it on host OS, make an ISO from all those files using some tool like MagicISO. Then before starting the Virtual Machine, specify this ISO in the -cdrom options but use -boot c option itself to boot from the hard disk. Now when you are inside the OS, just mount the ISO using the command

mount /dev/scd0 /media/cdrom

  • Dont ever close the running Host OS using the close button of available in windows. Maybe you might not understand why at the first glance, but you can corrupt your data or installation. Dont even try to open two instances of the Guest OS using the command two times using the same Hard Disk file. You can badly screw up your installation.
  • -boot option can be used to control the boot priority as you did in BIOS settings. ‘a’ means floppy drive, ‘c’ means Hard Disk and ‘d’ means CD Drive.
  • Since you can have more than one Hard Disk you may be tempted to use the Hard Disk images in any order you want. This is highly unrecommended because MBR is only on the first Hard Disk. If you have Second Hard Disk on hdb when installing, swapping them too may lead to unbootable state as the Second Hard Disk doesnt have a MBR.
  • You can even start the Guest OS in full screen mode using the -full-screen option
  • Lastly, qemu can even access your Host OS’s hardware itself. You can install Linux/OpenSolaris etc on the physical partitons itself. You can directly access the physical CD Drive inside the Guest OS. All these would be covered in the next Tutorial.

Aditya Mukherjee (ICAS-2k5)

Extending Firebug

Bunch of links to tutorials about extending the excellent Firefox extension.

Sonali Sen

Chetan Bhagat.. 3 mistakes of my life.

I dont what is about that man that makes me think every time. His writing style is nothing short of brilliant and I love the way he makes every thing sound so ordinary as he builds up to something extra ordinary. His books are about the young and it is those moments of fun that makes the friendship memorable. It is never like that everything is perfect in friendship or that there is never a boring moment. There are tonnes of boring hours and many fights, followed by tears and whining but at night when I go back to my room I will be the one hugging my friend and sleeping at night. Trust me I have lived with my friends for the past year now, WOW!! Cant believe a year has gone by actually.
Anyway another post will deal with life in Room 108 but till then I will return to what I wanted to write. I just finished reading 3 mistakes of my life, the journey of three friends centered in Gujrat tried and tested by the times so harsh and yet they move on. What I thought after reading the book is It does not matter what you do, but what you do it for. It does not matter if you earn millions but what do u do with the millions. I always wonder whenever I read a report of a star having gifted a celebrity a million dollar car, well did the other guy need it. It's the thought that counts right? Maybe not!! but why not give that million dollars to the charitable institute struggling to stay afoat and feed the people.
I know of such an institute. This NGO is not as popular as Mother Teresa Institutes or other grand organizations but the people working there adopted a couple of children personally just so that they could get them out of the hell hole the kids were living in and legally the NGO did not have enough funds to legally take those children in.
Struggling, hitting the bottom and surfacing, standing up for something, fighting for someone else just because it's the right thing to do and accepting one's mistakes. I think everybody is flawed and ambition and being selfish among the most common. I am selfish to a certain extent and ambitious also to a certain extent but then a time to test of what is more important to me me or what is right has not yet come. And I hope it comes soon. I know its scary to know oneself but still want to...

July 08, 2008

Another Night

Another night has gone by and sleep did not greet me. After the last post contrary to my intentions I kept browsing online, little bit of this and little bit of that and downloaded many movie songs. I wanted to make a collection of the new Hindi Movie songs and now hopefully I have enough. A long journey awaits me.
Another thing which I failed to mention, I dont know how I finished reading Street Lawyers. I quite liked it. It is about how a lawyer breaks the chains of attachment towards a comfortable job with lots of money to enter a world where all he can do is barely keep himself alive and yet fight for lives of others with a vehemance that he never used before to fight for his life before. When I earlier wanted to study law I was discouraged on the notion that the profession is crowded and that it is far too riske for a " Girl " whatever that means.. Journalism is not?? I ask them today but they refuse to give me a concrete reply. However then I was considering which kind of practice I would have liked to join and the answer I finally found, Public Interest Litigation.
I wanted to make a difference and I wanted to change certain set norms for better and saw the world through rose tinted glasses. Then my bubbles broke and I realised that the changes I want to make has to be slow and within the set norms specified by the editor. My hints should be subtle. But were these norms not the same norms that I wanted to get out off, and then again the answer so simple yet so hard to find, I will have to chose, a decent amount of fame and money or be a part of one of those neglected media houses with barely ten clients who report the truth and never ever compromise their ideals.
I know I am not strong enough yet to wilfully chose the later. I know I am not that idealistic either but someday I will be. When money wont matter and the head strong attitude to prove all those who looked down upon me for having selected this career wrong, I will perhaps turn to idealism and not be practical but now i need to be real, my family needs me to be real but then I never said that I was selfless and duty minded enought to unsee the dreams and needs of my family.
My sister says that she sees me as one of those celebrity journalists who covers parties and launches and award functions and fashion shows. I dont see myself fitting in some how.
My dad has bought an excellent camera for me. I will take some good shots and upload them perhaps. For now I will stop writing. Enought thoughts for this early in the morning.

In My Bed

Every night when I go to bed, sleep evades me for a while and then I travel into the realms of imagination or worry about the day that has gone past or about the day that is yet to dawn. Have I dotted my I's and crossed my T's. As the day to depart comes nearer I feel the same excitement and anxiety I did almost a year ago. I am about to leave the safe haven of my parents into a world where I have to fend for myself and look after myself and stand up for what I believe. I can do these things and I do it quite well, Kim will agree but I dont want to. I like being a baby and being cuddled by mom at night and at the face of even the hint of a problem I can safely say, Dad will handle it.
The past year has taught me many a meaningful lessons among which the most valuable would be that on avoiding a problem it does not go away, it just sits, gathers interest and comes back to bite yo larger than ever before. It is easier in the long run to just stand up and face it. At home Dad or Mum faces it for me.
By the way this city is crazy and crazier are the people and craziest of them all is the government. I just dont understand them and have almost given up the effort of trying to. The people I will still try but the rest, Gimme a break.
These thoughts assault me as randomly as I wrote them but something that hits me every night before I sleep is how lucky I am and what a wonderful sister I have.
Sometimes thoughts of passionately being in love also makes good food for thought, currently my single status is not helping but at the end of the day I think it is best not to go looking for anything in life. Things have a tendency to work out and reach you when you least expect them to or even after you have given up hope. But then it's one thing to say it and quite the other to live it because no matter how mu