"They must have a lot of time on their hands." is an oft heard remark made about people in the Open Source industry. Ah, that is so true. What are we doing with all that spare time?

I have a new aim these days. Write at least one cool program, it should be new, and innovative each day.

I'm trying to extend the scope beyond OOP to ALP these days. Some of the greatest geeks started out with ALP, they've become so comfortable with it, that they're not too worried about what domain of programming they're working in. They find ALP so easy that high-level just simplifies their programming task. Another level of abstraction.

Some day, I too will be able to face an ALP program and not be overwhelmed by it's completely overwhelming straightforwardness.

Download the file NMBRKUP.CPP over at my SkyDrive on Live.com:

Really simple, and quite self-explanatory. Compile using C++ and inject executable code into memory.

keep your windows open.

So tired now.
My right eye's sunken in. That's right.

"No woman no cry" croons Boney M(an?) in my left ear. Through what's left of my headphones.

After three days and three nights of continuous cramming, one does get tired.

"Everything's gonna be alright now... No woman no cry"

My neighbour - Surya aunty - celebrated 45 years of living. She threw together a little celebration, for which the kiddies next door were invited, viz. siblings and me. I never asked myself: am I grown-up now, viz. no longer kid. Can you be a mature kid? Is a mature kid a grown-up?

I've seen grown-ups do some pretty silly things. So, are they still kids? Doing silly things, not realizing the fact? Are kids better off staying kids? So, they can do the things they do, and not be wrongly branded grown-ups?

Am I grown-up? Does my week-long-under-jaw-facial-hair growth make me one of them?

After the pani puri and ice cream were consumed, I was playing blind man's bluff today. My sister had tied a piece of cloth around my head, covering my eyes. She tied it so tight that the aforementioned eye was affected in the manner mentioned. Red. Itchy. Not an improvement on the 'before' appearance. You don't know, people are hitting you everywhere. "Getting your ass whipped" was something that a person subjected to this treatment came up with! Often, you don't know what you're grabbing at, but someone's yelps, groans, squeals and other noises are enough to make you let go. And then it's the same thing all over again. Danger! danger! Yell they, just to scare you into thinking that you stepped into your neighbour's TV!

Please play this game in a wide open space. That's all.

It is serious fun! I'm actually going to get round to playing this game. Kiddish? Yeah! I'm a kid, after all.

I'm not a grown-up.

I realised that the woman who covers all, but leaves her windows open, I find her... fascinating.
Please keep it that way.
The world is a better place with you.

And anyone who thinks Chicken Soup for the sole (sic) is over-rated may let me know. If you disagree, you know what to do. (let me know!)

The world is a better place with you too.


Something's wrong with Or-cut!

I can't post any wit on the message boards!

Damn, what will people think of me, if they don't see a 10-page essay in response to a two-word comment they made?

Update: I had NoScript turned on.

Looks like a misdirected page link to what should have been a pointer to a javascript function called submitForm()!

How clever of me.

What is a DP?

A friend of mine commented on how a community we'd created on orkut had failed to 'unite' a group of friends. In that same post, he went on to create a poll asking people whether they felt the community had achieved the purpose it had set out to achieve.
He also said that the people on the DP of the community weren't there with us.
Having nothing but two tests tomorrow, and plenty of time, that set me thinking about possible expansions of the simple and humble 'DP' and so:

Death Parade?
Deadly Prada?
Dragon Piss!!
Deewana Pagal?
Daulat Palghat?
Dil-eee Plate-form?
Digjig Panga?
Dance/Disco Pants?
Danda Padna?
Dandi Parched?
Driving Pie-sense?
Driving Pilot?
Dilshot Pisschance?
Distance Package?
Dipshit Punk?
Departmental Premises?
Dog Punter?
Dope Peddler?
Damned Pebble?
Damned P.?
Dam Pee?
Dam P.s?
Director of Posts?

(Have I exhausted them all...? I think not because I still have a few more... Quite a cocky fella, ain't I?)

Update: My friend says that since in the context of his posting this particular abbreviation on a particular social networking website; it means 'Display Pic'. End of quest.

De Imp. f nt cntin ur scrps

Doesn't it seem like we all place too much importance on scraps? I for one (and I have stopped telling falsh-hoods too...) , have stopped checking because nobody cares enough to post, and the ones who are an exception to this, don't care enough to imagine the crushing that blow that a
"Hi! What are you doing?" brings.

That, my dear, is a sure sign, that something in the grand scheme of things has gone awry and you're beginning to see little cracks on the soles of your feet, that you were sure, were never there before.

Didn't I tell you there were no colours?

Think about it.

[Note: The above is an excerpt (unabriged) from an email I'd written to my friend earlier today in response to some problem with the communication facilities provided by a certain popular social networking site, run by a certain groups of ultra-cool nerds that certain people refer to as "the reason Ballmer's acting Ballmy."]


Woke up @ 5:30 AM (0000 hrs GMT) - feverish, a little.

Kriya, a nice bath, to file structures. Fell asleep reading buffer class implementations.

College: 8 AM. Waiting around for teachers to show. DBMS teacher shows up.

Waiting to get out. The gates are locked.

Really feverish now. Home: had some lunch.


Siblings home. "I want icecreeeeam!" proclaims Diya.

Spoke to amma for a few minutes. Spoke to Sid too. Get a call from a unknown number. No replies to text messages. Attempted call does not return results.

"Go buy some Crocin," amma advised, "and while you're at it, get Deedoy a nice icecream."

Acchan still not back yet.

I will not be going to college tomorrow. Neither is anyone else for that matter.

Comments on jaiku, check email - oh! there's a surprise, ah, and I'm off to sleep.

Movie-goers, Think!

Here are two very good, slightly biased, and fairly expressive reviews of the movies that seem to have taken over the deaths in Iraq and President Musharaff's roller-coaster reign.

Referred to by herself as t2, she's given you all the reasons to reconsider plunking down all that money on OhSoOhhhh and Saaaaw(be)wary-yaaaa!

Okay, I must admit, I wasn't going to see them anyway, but her reviews do confirm my 'suckiness-is-directly-proportional-to-hype' theory.

A hype-oh-this-is, in every sense.

Alright, I'm going to be baby-sitting Nitty and Deedoy for a few days. I have lost my time-balance. I have no idea how it seems to fly by. Diwali just came and went.

No boom-boom-bang-bang pictures this time. Everything seemed to be low-key with amma departing for Chennai. I felt so sad, I even talked to myself about it.

PK burnt herself. And I couldn't help her with typing. Sid is probably going to need dental surgery. I think I might be needing one of those too. Sid had a minor accident on the way to my house. He's hopping around his aunt's house now. The whole week's plans have been bombed. Bhu came down for Diwali, gave me a couple of shocks, and made me realise that people will do what they want to do, and nothing can stop them. It all follows a pattern, and as you might know, I take an active interest in patterns - especially patterns.

The cryst-all-ball(zzz) told me that there would be an elusive romantic interest on Saturday. Why are my friends making fun of me! Sid's c.b. told him that he'd have a "encounter with fate that would delay travel plans". (He's going on Friday, one day later to his prior planned departure). PK is going to see a plastic surgeon about her hand, I must go and visit her.

B. makes it sound like girls are nice: nice to run around trees with, nice to text message, to talk to, to meet and greet at will.

Yes, he also suggested that I get myself a partner, if I wanted to survive college.

Do you think he was right? Do I sound that desperate? Must everybody go through break-ups and make-ups(/outs!)... Must they suffer, and make others suffer as well...

Or am I just paranoid! Gawd, help me!

Internals start in a few days.


Would you send out an invite?

Imagine this:






Think about it.

Talking to myself.

Good conversation is often found in the most unexpected of places:

Sometimes when you really can't wait for someone to talk to, there's always somebody you're leaving out. You.

Talk to yourself. You'll find yourself actually having fun. Create an imaginary friend, or better still, a friend. There's always room for possibilities.

So, don't worry when you don't find anybody online. Just think of them as a bunch of nerdy losers who don't deserve the wisdom that you have to offer. (too freely for comfort!)
(Note: This could actually be a reason why they don't show up online, it may not be just co-incidence. Self-inflicted wounds.)

Ah, ah, ah, but where was I? yes, I was scrapping myself, quite happily, blissfully unaware of the fact that I'd find myself in somewhat of a doodah (yes, I like Wodehouse, I read a lot of his books most of the time, not quite the right thing to do. Ah, ah, ah.)

I had a bit of avilose podi this evening and I'm finding myself a bit stuffed. Stuffed -that would be the word. So, I think I shall have a bit of water and repair thence to mine study whence I shall conjure the shank of knowledge and don the "Mask of the Nerdithia".


"I'm playing with an iPod!"

What is the world coming to? What is progress doing to us? Why an iPod!

An iPod! "I'm playing with my floormat!" would have been really nice, but who has the time? I ask them, and they're off making their living, or aiming for glory and life-partners and jobs and careers and whatnot.

Thank you Preeti. The iPod is a very nice device.


Two 'seminars' to deliver tomorrow. Nothing seminal or innovative, sadly.

I have nothing to offer the world. A murky perspective on it. Very murky. I have a lot of work to do be doing.

Diya pushed me off to the shop to make a few purchases to stuff herself with. I was pissed off with her. I fumed along. A few steps from my front gate just before the main road, I passed a little girl who might have been about seven or eight years of age, dressed in what might have been a blue t-shirt which somebody discarded for one of those blue tube tops. She might have filled it out if she'd been 5 times her size. It clearly wasn't meant to keep her warm.

A cold wind blew.

She was no match for the bag of rubbish on her back. She carried it so well. And as I walked by, I glanced at her. Time slowing down. And I heard her sing a merry tune. Something she'd been lucky enough to hear on the radio (while they weren't playing ad jingles.)

Bliss can be found in the most unexpected of places.

It could be just around the corner.

And I just turned the corner and walked on to the shop much calmer.

I'm obliged to that little girl.

On vacation

Arrivederci, I say to all those who don't read anything that I write.
Arrivederci, I say to all those who do manage a few lines.
Arrivederci to one and all.

The grass may be greener on the other side.
But then again, there's always enough envy to go around. And hey, it's free!


Voul: kannada islaang; n. an untruth, lie, something that is not true, falshhhood
Munde: generic n. any other person
Voulmunde: kannada/hybrid (cognitive reverie language - a product of a twisted and idle mind); n. a person who leaves off vouls incessantly.

Okay, here is a conversation that amma, me and Nitya shared one rainy evening.

Not very clear, not very relevant to anything at all, staying true to the content on this blaaahg!

A lot of weird voice-mod-you-lay-shun, and hahahahahaaas, and besides, you can learn malayalam as well. Just listen, and you'll be amazed by a few truths that are put out in the conversation. Besides, you'll learn to love my voice. It's an awk-wired taste.

Don't think for the next 14 minutes and 35 seconds. Promise yourself this.

Download it here.

We appreciate the kindness of the people behind the Internet Archive for hosting this. Go there to see what Google looked like when it first came out in 1998. And other sites way, way back in the past, before AJAX, or Flash, or JavaScript, or HTML! (last one not to be taken seriously!)

Untitled 1

Blogger seems to be strangely put off by my posts... It's not even giving me the complete menus.

I often question myself: why am I putting all this out? And who gives a shit! The truth be told, I think a lot of people just visited because I happen to be one of the few who's blogged about Handbrake. And the more posts in which I mention the word "Handbrake" the more hits I get thatnks to Google! Whoo hoo!

Amazing profits, those guys have made 46% quarter-on-quarter!

Ah, life, goes on.

I need a little notebook to put all those thoughts down. Not this one that I'm using!

Nitya has been weeping from 4:30 onwards. Because I didn't take her to tuition.

I recorded a conversation between me, amma and Nitya earlier in the week. It made no sense and those two had no idea we were being eavesdropped upon by that little white matchbox on the table.

If you can understand Malayalam, or even if you can't it'll be a great opportunity to learn.

I'll upload it once I can find the free bandwidth. I mean, somebody's gotta host it, right? If there's something you didn't understand. Which is most likely going to be the case, let me know.


CRACK! The ball flies off the bat, parting from it with a kiss that I heard 50 feet away at the boundary line. The ball soars high in space. It soars. It soars some more. And then yanked down by gravitational force, it comes down lower and lower. And with a dull-heavy-cushioned sound, it lands into my outstretched palms. Cheers!

After 5 years, it feels good to be playing.

I'm not cricket crazy. I like the game, I think it's quite a nice game. (Redundant, I know, but I like the game!) I've never been to a single match in the stadium (very rarely happens these days), I've never been an "Boys In Blue Must Crush the Other Team" type person. I believe that like any other game, the more my heart races and BP rises during a game, the more fun it is. It doesn't matter if India wins or loses, (like that Dhoni guy says!) if it is a game I can remember till two days after its been played, then I think it is a good game, worth losing a few hours of unproductivity (actually, I don't get how sitting in front of a TV watching Mr. Sreesanth emulating my bowling style, is makes it otherwise!).

Any game takes a lot of spirit to be playing, if you're good at it, good, go out there and play your heart out. But don't play to win. It defeats the purpose of the game, and is an insult to its inventors. (They had nothing better to do on a lazy weekend, so they took a piece of wood and a nice smooth stone and that was the beginning of broken windows, and of course, Fevi Kwik!) They who played the game for fun didn't play for trophies, or cups, they played it for the heck of it. Since when did swinging a piece of wood at a sphere covered in leather, or hitting wooden sticks with the sphere become such a great thing? Yuvi might have scored 6 out of 6. But I'm pretty sure he didn't do it because he saw that nice fat cheque waiting for him back home. The Ozzies sure enjoy mercilessly crushing the other teams, they know they're going to win and they're having fun while at it. I'm not saying that you should slacken your approach to the game, instead, play because you like to have fun! There is no way you can say, "Ah, if I'd done things differently...": no regrets.

Even if you're not into sports, (I know a few people who consider surfing the web for no apparent reason aka whiffling a sport. "Hey I dugg x articles today! So cool, can you download the entire Steve Jobs keynote collection from 1980 for me, please."

The game. That's what we're there for. The game.

So, pass out the snacks and enjoy the game. If you're thrilled and discussing it long after it's over, I've got a sure hunch that you enjoyed it.

One Week Later:

Ah, amma's back home and so are the siblings. It's nice having somebody in the house. For one it's company when you get back home. Fights aplenty, and noise that accompanies it. But then one feels at home. Otherwise, it's this empty and purposeless existence till dad comes home at late at night. Ah, and suddenly, all friends seem to have no reason to drop in and break the monotony.

Dandiya day tomorrow - wonder what's going down at Cosmos. It should be fun. I shall try and check it out.

Ever wondered why the senior girls are so so so... nice? ah, I can't stem the flow of italics. I even thinbk in italics when I see the senior gurls. (Yes, typos are very very very nice...) But then when they go by and you stop thinking about them till you see them again, it is so nice. Why wouldn't I want to marry her? I can take her home to amma. She's not a bad girl, she's so nice!

might be about the most worn-out adjective in my lexicon, as of now. Maybe lexicon is going too far, but vocabulary should do it. The boys (or should I say, the men) I know only indulge in a number of activities when it comes to females (preferably of the homo sapien variety): look. drool. hyperventilate. point out excesses/criticize shortcomings. drool some more over the excesses. fantasize; fan. some more; generally, this is the routine. And it really makes me wonder, is this what I should be doing? Am I any different, or do I indulge in the very same activities myself in the privacy of my cerebral cortex. Are my friends in admiration of beauty or are they just relishing the fact that guys will be guys. Are the CDs and Cassettes people right? Are they?

BSNL finally thought it was time to give me my first telephone bill, nice! :0
They'll be delivering the connection by the end of the month, so I'll be casting pods all over the place before you know it.
Give me some review units please! :-) I would like to put something in on the podcast.

I've made some new friends, they don't appear to be too worse for the wear after 20+ years of living, infact, I might even learn something, and there's never a bad time for that. You of all people should know that.

I've not been able to think of a single name for the podcast that I'm thinking of starting. Infact, nothing has been thought through yet, I was planning to get some voices from people I know to see how I can put things together. You need someone backing you up for things like this. And, I need a nice headset to communicate effectively as well, the fan noise in the background doesn't really help clear things up. Clarity in static - that would be more like it.

The Zune was selling for USD 99 on Woot. Amazing. These things are so cool. Looking at the currency conversion rates, you have a really nice 30 GB model for about INR 4000! Hell, that's cheaper than the Shuffle! And best part, you can squirt! (:-))

Ah, when will Microsoft wake up and realise that people here want to listen to music? Start marketing it here, you idiots. Leopard launches in a few days. Ubuntu's Gutsy Gibbon is launching today. Lots happening in the tech world. Ah, but nobody's covering anything here in India. Sadly, I find myself wishing there was a weekly podcast on stuff that's relevant to the Indian subcontinent. Because nobody's even heard of Ubuntu here. They're still filching old copies of Red Hat (v. 7.x) and thinking Linux doesn't get better than this! Oh, for shame! Pre-ordered Gutsy, it'll be arriving in two months. Ah, ah, ah, I wait and wait.

Girls | Stocks | Whine...

Where were they all this time when I was scouring the internet, knowing not what I did?

Love their FlickR photostream. They've used some nice B&W to bring out the shades.

Scott Bourne's a happy man, and he's making all those geeks out there happy too.

Top 100 in the iTunes podcast list. The first episode is out. Go get it and get wired.

Can girls be trusted with tech? Yeah...

Drool drool.

What is wrong with me?

I know it's been a while, but then what can be done, I've not slept for nights. I feel a bit whiny. And there's not enough interesting conversations for most of the day till dad comes in at night. The stock market is just rising and I'm still in two minds: hold or buy? We just started tracking the markets using financial parameters, well, maybe one of those - P/E Ratio. It's at a pretty high level right now and it's not safe to buy, but then the more we wait, the more it goes up. The Sensex just hit 19 with three zeros today. Nifty up by 4% today. I don't get it, when will it end, when will I finally start breathing? When will I finally stop feeling like a fool for cashing in two days ago? Ah, ah, I am in whino mode!

SO, it's GirlsGoneGeek.TV
from Scott Bourne's Podango productions. Scott Bourne is a regular member of the MacBreak panel. Check it out. Worth a listen. You get to hear girls talking geeky, not something heard everyday here. And they've got a bunch of lovely desaturated (tech speak for B&W) up on FlickR.
Killed a creature.




It mustn't happen again.

Funny, I'm handbraking 'A Beautiful Mind' now. Exporting at:
  • very high bitrates 1 mbps or more.
  • Anamorphic - so it'll fill up the screen
  • 192 kbps AAC
  • 2-pass encoding, it's going to take a few more hours to mux
  • Ouch! This thing is hot hot hot!
Ah, yes I reverted back to the default Waste-ah theme. What to do, so many choices, so many choices.

Opened up my PC today. Screenshots coming tomorrow.

Internals are done. College tomorrow.

Handbraked! | CRTs are not worth it

If you haven't noticed yet, I use Feedburner to keep tabs on how many people and how many people subscribe to the feed on this site, and there I found that many visitors from places like Oslo, Winnipeg, Chihuahua, Nice, and a bunch of other places were coming down to visit.

A lot of people seem to be wondering how long the muxing process in Handbrake would take.

I thought that just bringing them here and not giving them a solution to their problem was unfair, so if you guys are looking for a figure on how long Handbrake's muxing process takes, a ballpark figure would be about 3 hours. That's how long it took to mux the 192 kbps audio with the film. The used my laptop.

The film was about 2 hours long. Handbrake gives very high detail regarding the video encoding, if only it would do the same for the muxing of audio and video as well.

So, depending on your configuration and the length of the video, it could take anywhere between 2 to 4 hours. Pretty long process, so if you have something else to do in those 4 hours, then go ahead and do it. Because the progress indicator which is stuck at 0.00% most of the time is not going to be of much help. So, my advice: if you are encoding a full-length feature film, running time about 2 hrs, then just leave your PC running and leave the room. There's one thing you can do to speed things up, create an ISO of the disc from (DVD Decrypter is good, I don't use anything else, except Nero for a change) which you're encoding the movie and then, mount that ISO using virtual drive software onto a virtual drive. Use Daemon Tools for this. Then Handbrake it. This works and you'll find that it may speed things up a bit. And your disc is less likely to get scratched will safely in its case.

Here's an extract from the Handbrake FAQ on their site:


Stuck at 100%? Try these tips.

Here's the deal with getting stuck at 100%...

It isn't stuck. (Usually)

It's still working on the conversion. Those comfortable in Terminal can use "top -o cpu" to see that HandBrake is probably the top item, and still using a large portion of your processor(s) speed.

Canceling the conversion at this point is virtually guaranteed to result in a broken file. (It's possible to get lucky, but if you've spent hours converting so far, why risk throwing it all away?)

Give it time, and it will almost always finish.

Many people have reported various voodoo actions to prevent this from happening. Waving a dead chicken about is probably just as good, and really now—couldn't you put that chicken to better use, by making a yummy sandwich?

From my own experience, tempered by what I've been seeing reported here in the forums, all I can say is that the pause is usually associated with particular discs, and that lower-end machines are more likely to be delayed at the end like this. (My PowerBook G4 1Ghz with 1GB of memory was delayed often, but my PowerMac dual 2Ghz with 2GB of memory rarely is.)

There have been times when I've returned to my faster machine and found it paused at the end of a conversion, and "top -o cpu" didn't list HandBrake at the top. In this case, all I needed to do was access the drive the converted movie was being saved to, and the process completed. This has happened maybe twice out of hundreds of conversions.

The only magic bullet here is time. Patience will be rewarded.

The most costly bullet is to get a better machine/more memory... But that's not a guaranteed solution - it just worked for me.

So generally, HandBrake really isn't "stuck", it just isn't displaying the last step(s) it needs to finish before the conversion is complete.


Don't handbrake Handbrake! They know what they're saying.

Note, I've found that most people don't realise that computers do actually consume a lot of power, especially if you use a CRT monitor (those big bulky ones that weigh a ton!). So, turn off the monitor if you don't have to look at the screen that frequently. Only leave the monitor on while you are using the machine. And by using I mean, sitting at the keyboard, typing out a blog post, or a recipe for chicken biriyani (I have one that my grandmother gave my mother, who in turn gave it to me, I'll put it up later). So, remember if you can, get LCDs - they cost a little more, but the savings on power will be enough to make up for that little extra expense.

So remember, turn off your monitor when you're not using it. Go for LCDs, they're less power-hungry and they look cooler on your desk. Or go for a laptop. But even with those, there are issues. There was an article in the recent PC Magazine (Reduce, Reuse, That's It by Sascha Seagan) about how even laptops are becoming power-hungry these days. So, if you're trying to convert that gaming rig of yours into a notebook, please don't. Visit Good Clean Tech for more info.

And remember, with handbraking - patience is virtue, and nicely encoded movies for which people the world over will thank you. :-)



How am I?|I'm good?
Good who?|Good for a few minutes.
Why?|Because -
Because?|Don't because for my stretch in Bangalore Central.

This was the caption for reasons unknown, of the blog mainpage, right under that neat little heading.

I still don't know why.

Idiotic Quantum Box


Listening to TWiT a couple of weeks back, I heard Leo mention this.

I know of Schrodinger's Wave Equation. But I had to think really really hard, to get to the reasons why I found this funny.

Maybe I still don't get it.


All cat fans, including batty old cat ladies of the future (especially you t2!) are advised to check these out!

Lolcats and ICANHASCHEEZEBURGER are huge collections of these, maybe it's because I don't have a cat, but I still don't get it! Wahawah!

Ah, there's a link on Wikipedia relating to Schrodinger's Cat! It's a thought experiment (meaning, you can imagine performing the experiment, but not actually perform it. Just like explaining the Einsteins Twin paradox!).

So, think about it.

Cheque De India!

This has to be the pun of the day! A newschannel was carrying it proudly today.

Hockey players are enraged that their reward, and special bonus for bringing home the Asia Cup didn't have enough zeros in it. Funny, people should realise how important zeros are in everyday life. Zeros are not only nice looking numbers, but their presence is often associated with the quantity of the sum - the more the better.

Not the first time players of one sport have complained of 'step-' treatment.

Ah, I made a nice tidy sum when the markets rallied the day-before.

I want to share it with the hockey team, but I'm afraid it's not even close to what they got.

Maybe next time.

Meanwhile the ToI had a ball with Dhoni's mug on most pages. The only pages he didn't have a full-page-congratulations-for-bringing-it-home-from-some-money-grubbing corporation looking for some nice publicity were in the newspapers that I didn't care to even glance through because I was so Dhonied by what I had seen. Or was it because I didn't read those?

Noisy at home. I have a sample of what it sounds like most of the time. Poor amma. I pity her. I even give up the wonderful educational facilities (that DO NOT include the internet access) at my college library and come home to keep her company, so that she grab a few winks while I watch over the homestead. I feel sad, she's been cooped up for two months, ever since the bathroom redoing work began. She needs a break. Let's hope Mr. Jet Airways relents and delivers those tickets they bloody well should be delivering! These big cos. are always looking for a way to screw you over! I wonder if the guys who started these corporations know how we see their operation.

Ah. Sad, but true.


Funny, the workings of the world are such a mystery, aren't they?

I find everything funny, don't I?

Am I what others perceive me to be?

Or are others what I perceive them to be?

Can I perceive the world the way I want to perceive it?

Why is everybody keyed to such base aims?

Sometimes, I wonder, why do I lack the energy to make a change?
I want to change, but I find it very difficult, don't I?

Why do people whom you'd expect to be rational, do things that don't appear to be so?

Obscurity tends lend it's own charm to things, I think.
Maybe we should all be charming, viz. obscure.

Obscurity coats the commonplace with a veil which one must peer through to see what's behind it all.

Obscurity is nice, in certain ways, not so in others.

I like being obscure.

I was chatting (I'm planning to drop this activity soon btw) with a friend of mine via IM. She is telling me that I said too many things that didn't seem to make sense rightaway, and left her curious about what was behind it; I make the previous statement in reply. I told her that some things don't make sense, and obscure statements were a good way to begin a conversation, much much better that the usual "Whatcha doing?" which is commonplace, and really unimaginative, if only we had more people who began their conversations with statements like "I ate brown rice today, but usually, I eat red, but then again, I find the whitest the prettiest rice of all."
For all you know, that could be the beginning of a very interesting conversation, which needn't last too long, but right after which you feel that there was a lot more you could have spoken, and you don't even remember where it all started, and feel sad that it's now ended.(the rarest of them all)

Ah, I miss those.

We have our first internal tests on Monday (henceforth 'internals') and I have not made much progress at all with my subjects. I must begin, and see to it that something comes of my efforts. I have to check with HP about their 3-year extended warranty plan.

I haven't been to RD Dental Clinic in a while. I am getting tired of my braces. Hopefully I shall have cast them off before I graduate.

The workers will hopefully be making a 'sweeping' exit for the last time on Saturday. Mr. Shankar was bricking mad that they hadn't exited the refugee camp that is my room in 2 months, and not 10 days like they had promised.

Things will get better, won't it? Define better. Better late than never.
Arrivederci. I love this, I read up the meaning somewhere - till we meet again.


How I wish I was there again...

People are there, always reminding you, "You were so cute once!"

I don't know whether I should feel happy of sad in these moments, uncanny and suddenly they come along, as quietly as the moonlight steals over the bulb-lit city.

It seems as if those cutepics were placed there for some devious purpose! Nobody's fault really, I'm sorry if I've given that impression.

Internals coming up.

I know what I must do - the right thing.

IN(dia) playing right now.

They're off.

I've got a ton of stuff to do.

What's wrong with me!!!

I need somebody! Help!
Not just anybody!

The phone's not working btw.

IN(dia) the FINALS!

I'm sure you'd have heard the fireworks and the whoohoos!
Who thought it would work out this way?
India is in the finals of the ICC Twenty20 World Cup! Yahoo!
Check out this link for more info.
Cricket: India see off Aussies in thriller

One hell of a thriller. Even thought Shave-wogg tried his hardest to prove yet again, that he wasn't really worth the trouble of printing a t-shirt for! Damn the guy, 20 runs in one over! and bloody hell! what was he limping around after one over for!



happened today!

I go into college, a little tardy maybe. I'm locked outta class with a few others.
We spend an hour talking in a free classroom, (513) and then attend the second period.
Then, the teacher decides to impress us with her pro-noun-see-ay-shun and phonetics, and linguistics and before you know it, holey moley! Half the class ends up with fits, and body-in-hits. So, the teacher is pissed and announces she's given up the teaching duties of this class, as she found it too much to handle. (I feel that she over-reacted a bit, but come on! all this could have been avoided with a little tact and a little delicacy of speech.)

She approaches the Head-of-Department, and files a grievance notice. She wants him to come down dhamaaal on us; vengeance is so sweet, and yes, best enjoyed while having convinced every other faculty member that we're the meanest bunch of creeps that sprang up at 2 AM from the coconut grove behind the college. Yes! we're the people who were thrown up from Hooligans Hell, not because it was full! NO! Because Cosmos is air-conditioned and so much more posh! Now, our HOD is new and he doesn't want to get the unpopular vote so soon. (I think, we think, this is what he's thinking.) So, he says that this is a bit too silly. If we make sure she won't press charges, then he's okay with it.

So, right now, it's a deadlock. She wants him to vent his alleged displeasure, and he doesn't want to be too hard. He wants her to forgive and forget, she doesn't want to. So, what are we to do in the middle of all this? Raise a whole galatta, viz. hue and cry? Nah! like any other set of powerless students raised on tayeer shaaadam (!!) and peeekle, we just wait it out. So, we ended up waiting two hours (nearly) in the classroom waiting it all to blow over. Then it was lunch, there was no slack in the tension line even after. So, we decided to call it a day and headed home. We'll have to see what happens tomorrow.

So, I didn't attend any classes today. Not because I bunked, but because I'm just one in a bunch of nearly 80 thugs. Of which about 10 are paaavam paaapas and the rest are, well just looking for free periods.


All this fighting and bickering
Begs the question
All this smallness
Begs the question
All that makes one weary of the day
Begs the question
All that makes life unpleasant;
And the mind torment itself,
Begs the question
All the times you wish you could change something,
Begs the question
All the times you closed your eyes and wished they'd disappear,
And they'd be forgotten,
All the times you were clouded by strong emotion,
Unpleasant, and a distorted
World sprang up before your eyes,
And you saw the people you knew,
Doing strange and wonderful things
And you asked a question.

There are hidden depths to a person,
(What they say is true, you agree)
But every time you are confronted by strangers,
What are you supposed to do,
Repaint that potrait,
And try looking at it differently.
And above all, ask questions,
(Realise the changes)
They go with answers,(some of them)

You realise that there is only one question,
Many answers, a picture might be of help.
Just one question.

My My, Aren't They Beautiful!

"You're bea-yoo-ti-ful...", it insisted.

James Blunt wasn't singing. He's not a great singer. There's nothing great about a high-pitched, whisper-quiet, and slightly whispy voice when you listen to it in say, just-checking-out-this-song kind-of-mood. Or maybe, I'm just making excuses: I'm not that perceptive, or sensitive.

"It's true..."

It takes on a whole new dimension in the middle of the college ground. Nothing could prepare me for what happened. It felt so real. I felt as if, I'd seen it as JB saw it, her. The song was real, the words actually meant something, and I knew.

Why did he write that song?

I think we know:
It's for every girl that a boy sees, but cannot see
Every girl that a boy sees, but cannot see
Her scent as she passes by him in life, but that too fades away,
Just like her memory,
Till he sees her again.
She is a person too, he knows, but he doesn't know how to reach out,
And take her hand.
Tell her that he understands,
Life is a long walk, some company would be nice.

Mandal's brand new shiny metal-backed Philips portable media player really helped. I sat there and forgot that 'You're Beautiful' was actually a song. It's an entire lifetime of emotions. I completely forgot that I'd not eaten lunch. People jabbered around me, as I faded away. And as "she caught my eye, as she walked on by..." I just let her know what I thought.

So, don't hesitate. People come in all forms. Bea-yoo-tiful. Just let them know that you think so. And who knows, you might just be making their day.

"How much ya' got?"

It's not a simple "Hello Sir, how are we doing today? How's that girl you're seeing? How does your outlook on life affect the weather? How does you willingness to make the world a better place make life better for the people living BPL? (They really must make the best of things!) Lalalalalalala..."

I don't know why but I get so annoyed when that's the question people ask me first thing in the morning! Well, maybe if I'd pulled off an eat-my-inkblots-losers sort of performance, maybe then, yes, I'd have stopped to think before I yelled at them! But since that wasn't the case, and it wasn't one of my best mornings, that's exactly what I didn't do (yes, not even the maybe).

Being the class topper must be quite an experience. People either goggle (maybe even google!), and ohgosh, and ohgollytheymusthavesomethingupthere, and do all sorts of things to make you feel you just pulled off something nobody's ever done before. (even if you did it the last time!)
"It's nothing, but it should feel like something," said a friend of all the above. Each teacher who took class today made it a point to ask who was that special person, and each time, that s. p. was vaulted to the throne of FCDLand. (For those of you, who don't know, that's VTUspeak for "Well done, ole' boy/smart girl!")

I actually heard some muttering in the last bench... :-) (And you know what, I was a last bencher too!)

Very cold day today, something of the joy that there were no more results to be awaited that day, and there was nothing in the world now that could stop me from putting on my best performance in the whole of my fledgling academic career (spanning 19 years. Yes, there are times when I feel that the less you speak, the more you listen, the more you learn. Gaaagaagoogoo (sh-looo-nort!)).

Diya's off again, on her jet plane.

Both sissies are attending auditions everyday. Which reminds me, I must go to where I learnt that you can piss people off, and that aunties are nice people. So, if you're a Sishu Gri-hite/hian who hasn't heard about this yet, here's the sad news. Anila aunty's husband passed away the day before. He was 73. She actually asked Nitty (who is a student in her class) about me, when she went to visit. I must do what I must do.

Sad. Ah, everybody's changing and I don't feel the same.

Who is that special person? You ask, well some secrets must be kept.
Put her away in your special place, and maybe some day,
When its raining, and you have some time,
Take her out, and tell her how you feel.

7:07 PM

At this time, I realised that two years of engineering is behind me.

This thought didn't come without some grief.

Congratulations, to all whose efforts bore fruit.

Now, I'm free.

HANG in there!

Seriously, you just gotta do what they tell you. Sons of guns!

When will it be over? When can I start living life? When can I stop prefixing every thought with 'after my results'? When can I look for the one, without wondering whether I'll find her before I find my results? When can I read a book and not wonder as to whether my fate will be similar to the tragic hero's? When will I do the things I've been holding back till 'after the r.'? When will I stop snapping at Deedoy when she renders the 10 year-old-lonesome-I-could-die line from 'Leaving On A Jet Plane'?

Funny, two months and still nothing but squat. It feels like a constipation that has lasted two months, and no amount of Hajmola or anything else will take care of it. Maybe we ought to try that Magic Marks Card idea...

And Deedoy is still singing...

More sleepless nights, I think not, I'm done, let it come when it wants, VTU will NOT hold my life back?

Did I hear Nitty say she was jealous?

Dear Sysadmin@VTU, I don't have much to say, so I'll be brief.


And a prayer:
"Our father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
Lead us through these dark days,
Even when BESCOM decides to cut the supply.
And the generators don't work in college,
Keep the weather like this,
And occasionally let me pass those long walks in
Pleasant solitude.
Come what may, Thy will be done."

And another prayer...

Diya actually sounds good.

VTU needs some time-outs

Okay, this is nothing unsual. VTU.ac.in during results is as good as orkut, during most weekday evenings. Well, actually worse. So, what can we do to speed things up when you're two minutes away from a blood vessel (or two) bursting, unable to handle the pressure of impending results? You try to get through but time-outs and blank screens are obstacles at every path. Here are some lessons that I learned over two years of VTU result-checking.

So, if you've just come online to check your results, read before proceeding thenceforth.
Don't be daunted by the length of the post. It's not much and can be skimmed through if you're familiar with most of it.

Note: Do NOT go to the main page. Directly to http://results.vtu.ac.in/ will help marginally.

1. Once you get there, stay there. Don't move. Don't pass go, don't collect $200, nothing is worth closing the window, giving up the treasured seat reserved for only a few users at a time. The VTU Results Page:

2. Don't wait for time-outs to appear. If you've been seeing that 'Connecting to results.vtu.ac.in' message (at the bottom of your window, the status bar) for a time period between 30 seconds and a minute (during peak traffic), then hit the 'Stop' button which will stop pinging the server (or hit 'Esc') and press F5 or the refresh button.

Remember: your request has gone through IF and ONLY IF the message 'waiting for results.vtu.ac.in' or 'read vtu.ac.in' message appears at the bottom. But there is no guarantee of something happening.

3.Sometimes, they do use white-out! You enter your USN number, the request goes through and the page begins to load, but then you're stuck with a pretty pointless white-screen and nothing happens. This is the worst case! So, what do you do? Give up? Nah, you go back and enter your USN number again. (Hitting 'Refresh' or F5 doesn't help here! If it helped you then let me know.)

The best (read quickest) way to do that is very simply, just hit 'Backspace' on your keyboard. You're back to the results page and enter your number again if you've entered it wrongly. Or the browser usually caches the request so, all you have to do is press the 'Enter' key on your keyboard again. This saves time, as many people hit the 'Click here to go back' link on the page which tells you 'Oh sorry, you've entered a wrong USN number'.

Next, if you've go NoScript turn off scripts, keep it that way, a lot of CSS is on that page which makes it even slower.

So, here's wishing all you jacks the best. A few precautions and your life will be that much painless.

NOTE: This info may not be accurate and is subject to change, just like the HODs of some departments in some colleges...

2:34 AM - think about it

Bedshaped? Oh yeah, totally. What am I doing at this ungodly hour? I should be sleeping right?

I suffer from something they call 'Computer Addiction Syndrome'. Coincidentally, I was watching a news snippted on NDTV 24x7 which dealt with this who issue of too many youngsters being rooted to a spot in front of their PCs and not able to get away, no matter how hard they (never) tried. Re-arrange that and you get tired. Being mentally tired and physically not has its disadvantages.

Look at it this way, your brain wants you to go and sleep. It's the logical choice among all possible choices, it says. But then, you wanna go outside for a round of - hmm, what games would you like to play? Dude, you could run naked throughout the streets and noone would complain! Wouldn't that be wild! I mean, think about it, how many people you know have done the nakedguydoingearlymorningjogat3AM routine? I know people who might do something like that, but as to whether they've got a fait accompli, I know not. I shall speak with them tomorrow. You do that! Let's see if we can blog on the joys of running free of the shackles of civilization. But! but! what about those Hoysala jeeps going around the colony, wouldn't they be a bit peeved if they found me doing something like that? Hm, it is a risk you'll have to take... But think about it, how many of your friends have been in the slammer? You could be the first...! Oi, you're really sleepy, aren't ya! Off with you now. Shutdown maadi, you're getting more and more reckless as the minutes tick by.

They say that a bad back, dry eyes, and a lot of other stuff are symptoms of comp. add. Maybe they're right and I should check in with the local deaddiction center for a month. Or there's always the above alternative, which even though sounds less pleasant, (not to mention adventurous; think about it - you could do a Shawshank... SHUT UP!) gives me an opportunity to spend a month in jail, (they may go easy on me, taking into account the fact that allegedly I didn't intend to offend anybody because nobody but c. a.s and ghouls are awake at 3 AM) and blog about it when I get out. Think about it, you're spending a month and coming away with a wealth of material, enough for a bestselling book, eh? Why not.

My eyes are dry. I think I'd better go.

But, before I do, here's promising that I'll be back. I'll have to tell you all about my results, mustn't I? Still not recovered from that fever, and yes am coughing things up. I think it's going to be quite a while before I do. Spoke to PK and she chided me about not taking 'some pills' (pills! pills!). B. sounded happy to be exchanging cellphones with his lady love. (Rings to phones, now that's progress!) Sidmeister did not show up. Jackass!

Time to go.
BG Score: Keane - Bedshaped
via FoxyTunes

Today: Grey Dawn

  1. "The Wall has cracked" was touted as the most popular (and clichéd thanks to Mr. N. S. Sidhu) caption all news channels carried on their feeds. In a very "dramatic turn of events" (one more in a list) the current (or wait, now that he's resigned, how do we looking at things in hindsight refer to him?) handed in his papers (but "not his boots" as one newscaster put it) to the BCCI Chairman.
  2. M$'s OOXML or ODF? Which is better? My advice: choose what comes at a lower price if you just don't care. Or if you're a die hard M$ fan, you might already be using the former, unknowingly, of course. As M$ says, "There's more choice if we offer translators for ODF."(!)
3. I am currently recovering from a serious blow to my nervous system. I need to have a bath. But as my olfactory thingies don't seem to be functioning the way He made them out to function, I have no way of telling how bad I smell.

More on no. 2 later. There's a lot of groundwork to be done. BSNL's shut shop today and they're whooping it up. So, there's obviously not going to be any bb deliveries this weekend. I'm feeling slightly better after all the "sleeping around (the house)" I did today. The workers did not troop in for once.

Woke up to my "Wake Up Call" again, and was greeted by a grey cheerless dawn. I felt shitty. I don't know whether I should sleep or catch up on college work, or I should bite my tongue and set about submitting that assignment for Monday.

Ow! just sprained an ankle. Tomorrow is a holiday. Hail to Thee, Vinayaka.

They're Out Again

Looks like we'll be getting em' like we wanted.

Results on Monday - "Eh, how much you got yaaaaaaa?" on the following day.

For those of you who are surprised by this:

September 14, 2007


B.E./ B.Tech. III and IV semester result announced for all Belgaum and Gulbarga regions. Mysore region results will be announced tommorow i.e. 14 Sep. 2007.
Bangalore region results will be announced on 17th Sep. 2007.

MCA V semester results announced.

And the link.

Wake Up Call

Yes, that's what I woke up to, at 5:15 AM! This is brilliant.

I've always struggled to wake up early. But now, I've cracked the code and shall be a early-to-rise, if not early-to-bed case!

More on this later. Right now, I've got things to do. No people to see.


That should put a lid on things:

[The scene is a go-karting track somewhere in the City. There is the sound of revving engines, the screech of tyres and three go-karts come zooming around a bend.
The trio are best friends - such bestbuddiesclosefriendslifelongpals that they refer to themselves collectively instead of the generic 'Thisone's Gang'.
They call themselves CheKaGo. Now, before you reach for your Dummies Guide to Cliques, note that this is closely linked to their names.

So, they are zooming along the course, whee-ing doing the girls just wanna have fun routine. Viz. proving that they're crazier than guys when it comes to having fun.

I happen to be the local incharger (where do we come up with these crazy words!).]

Naanu TrafficKaap. Neevela erring go-karters, who've knocked me down.

Naanu:Lie-sense elli madam?

CheKaGo (all at once):Dey! kothi, bai muchkondi hogi...

N. (a little perplexed at all this animosity):Pleesu, nannage kannada nadina makala chanda, jaya bharatiya taraniya tanujate!

CKG:Yay, getu lostu!

[The three transgressors speed away raising the dust.]

Me(coughing):Basavagowda lagilee, nannage nodu, kannada naadina makala chanda!

[The dust envelopes TrafficKaap. And the curtains fall.]


I feel like TK right now. Dusty and slightly basavagowda-ed.
I have a cold that started yesterday. Thank you Mr. Sniffy "Sneeze Up Your Windpipe" Knows! I'm eternally grateful for this token of your friendship. And as a sign of my gratitude, I shall put you on the IIt.

And now, we observe a moment's silence for the recently departed.

I've been listening to 'Maroon 5's new single -'Wake Up Call' - continuously. It helps during sit-choo-ay-shuns like these. If it's not a ballad about infidelity and revenge, it's one heck of a tune about it. It really caught me in the morning, today.

Deedoy, one of my siblings came home looking like she'd flunked one of her subjects. Amma put forth that theory, and as it turned out (after the Spanish inquisition by Nitty), she had! Ouch! D's usually yelling at everybody. Ah, now she's had her first flunked test. Don't worry di, things will get better. We all went through it and came out okay. Well, almost. I remember getting those marks. I remember that the first thought that crossed my mind upon seeing the number would be, "How do I tell them?"

Ah, if only I'd get my results in a reasonable span of time... I was on the phone yesternight with a friend of mine who is in Manipal - Mr. Seed. And he said that I sounded like I needed something to take my mind off the results. Pity, that wouldn't work either.

"MG Road Girl, who is she, hmmm?" inquired the pretty maiden across the aisle.
It was in the middle of Data Communications, I think. The very idea of that entity whose identity was veiled by a lot of obscurity, and a bit of memory loss, and the fact that I have no knowledge of who she is drawing the same question from many who've seen her picture.
It is a pity. I don't know who she is.

Will the real "MG Road Girl Please Come Forth and Take Me To A Better Place" is going to be the #1 single on the charts. Actually, I think I hear the song now.

"It was raining that day,
I don't know my thoughts were astray,
Hit the button for the ground floor,
Waited for that slit in the door,
As I descended into madness,
Also gladdddddddddddness,
Maybe sadddddddddddddness..."

Okay, maybe I should be working on something else.

I'd better go.


  1. R. is not getting his comp with immediate effect. Damn, where am I going to rip and encode all those non-Region 5 DVDs!! He insists that I deserve a Core 2 Duo. And yes, a 8600 GT, so that h/w (that's hardware and not homework!) benchmarks can be performed.
  2. The land of Hyderabadi biriyani - nuvu nenu Hyderabadu - is going through a rough patch: a flyover in a busy commercial area has collapsed killing about 4 and injuring 30. The flyover was still under construction. Of course, these are early figures, the death toll is suspected to be higher.
  3. India has 'chak-de'd Korea all the way 7-2 in the finals of some major tourney today.
  4. VTU is not going to give us our results tomorrow. Apparently, a bunch of 1st and 2nd sem with a much lower BP are getting theirs. We'll have to just wait till we burst a couple of those blood vessels, and take a liedown with a packet of strokes.
  5. I will not be getting my ADSL2+ connection soon. BSNL has been kind enough to provide me with unprogrammed ports. I must wait for a few more 15-day spells.I am a self-centered, selfish, double-crossing, always-looking-out-for-my-end-of-the-deal type person. Viz. a person you wouldn't really associate with a louse of the first water.
  6. The desktop is in for an upgrade, pictures later. It lies now disembowelled and cold. The shell of what was once a great computing machine.
  7. I have college tomorrow. Monday morning blues. Wait, I have college today, M. m. b.
  8. P.K. wanted to borrow my p. but was unable to because I didn't and still don't have a c.c.
  9. No. 8. sounds a lil' shady but what is apparent isn't, what it appears to be.
  10. Ten is good, nice one to round things off.
So, another week has begun. A new day has come.
Will my road cross with another Gabalagooba-Road girl? Will it be you?

I think I should stop checking that bloody website.

So, what do we call our podcast? Who's interested?

Face/Off Book | Drain | Handbrake | R.'s SP Heist | Podacst (sic) | Umbererella

I love looking at webpages this way... No images. I've turned off images to speed up load times on the dial up.

So, I found increased speeds of upto 50%. Orkut loads immediately like on broadband without any of those bea-yootiful mugs on my friends list. (I miss them already... :)

Unusual day, things are draining too fast, battery power being one of them. I find that my music player is not as fast as it used to be. And the funny thing, all plans have been upset, I was supposed to meet a friend of mine this weekend. Of course, I assumed that the results would be coming out and I would not have the Damocles of VTU over my head. Pffft!!! if I may borrow from an expression oft expressed in online chat by that very friend I was to meet.

Ah, postponing things seems to be the order of the day. I have been waiting for Handbrake to convert two DVDs of mine for the past few hours. The bar is stuck at 100% and the mixing of the audio and the video streams seems to be taking place. Unfortunately, the progress indicator for the 'muxing' process as it is called seems to be taking quite some time. And I haven't gotten any error messages or BSODs yet. So, fingers crossed and hopefully, all those SSE instructions weren't pipelined in vain...

This thing is burning through my shorts. I must place it on some surface capable of bearing the exothermic output.

Developments are in order. I was speaking to S. over the phone about my ideas, (well, actually its more like an idea). He thought it would be a great thing to do. And that's when the network interrupted with a "yanking-the-vocal-chords-through-your-ass" routine. [Exeunt] viz. that was the end of conv. Just hope that doesn't happen when the idea is being implemented. But once we have really superfast connections, all we'll need to reallyh worry about is the power supply. Maybe, but will that be all?

R. spoke about getting a new motherboard for his dream machine (read comput-ahhh) today. He was actually going to SP road when I called him at about 6 in the evening.

Here's what I imagined would have gone down there:

The scene is SP road, narrow, cramped and smelling mostly of silicon and soldering lead. And there's also that nice, synthetic cleanroom smell, millions of processors may be born every day, but this is where they are adopted and history is made. And this is where the BT Junkies hang out too. The shops are pulling down their shutters. It looks like the end of another long day of haggling with schoolboys and people in baggy pants with bags slung over their shoulders, red puffy eyes and showing all the signs of never having known a good night's sleep.

A commotion. R. rushes in.

He runs into the nearest shop and starts making inquiries. Shakes his head, runs to the next one. And repeats the procedure. He does this repeatedly till there remains one unexplored.

He enters the shop, only to find the s.k. giving him the look of a man who doesn't care whether you're about to make him richer by a few k's that minute.

R. :Dude! I need a motherboard! ASROCK #U*#@$#$^@#$^#@$^#@$!!
----A permutation of all the alphabets of the English language---------
What price?

[The keeper gives him the numbers.]

R. :
Come on, I can get it for much cheaper on eBay! Swalpa discount kodi!

[The keeper grunts. Hufff pufff and names a revised price.]

R. : Come on, I've come all the way from Holebalahalalalalallahalli a few kilometres away through Bangalore traffic. On the way, I was picked up for driving without a license, I had to give that bugger something, and now I have only so much. [Holding out some money]

[The keeper gives him an eye. And shakes his head.
R. slams his fist into the counter.]

R.: Oho, too much masti for you jacks! alright, I'll give. But you have to let me open the package here, set up a demo system and then when I'm satisfied, I'll give you your money!

[The keeper looks at him wearily and mutters. Then he looks at the clock. And says something.]

R.: That's better. But I want phifty rupees less as I had to bribe traffic cop. And I gave my petrol money.

[The keeper nods. Hands over the packages.]

R.:Okay, [handing over money] see ya! [Exit right]

[Keeper gazes at him. Mutters. Turns off the light.]

[Shutters going down.]

Back to the real world-----------------------

Which reminds me, dad said that the desktop was due for an update and asked me to find out what could be done now that it wasn't working. TT game was terrible today. I feel out-of-sorts.

If I may have your attention once again, we will be doing a podcast of sorts. 'We': being me and a bunch of my friends. I am hoping to convince them that it's worth spending a little extra bandwith on, and it's a good way to get your thoughts out. Dump it on me. Wait!! DOM. It's something a little different on the lines of popular talk podcasts. (Dude, that's an oxymoron, you'll say.) But then, it's a lot of things from the perspective of a lot of students, which means the goal will be to unify all these different views and come out with no conclusion whatsoever except for the fact that life is not a one-way street with one lane, it's a one-way-street with multiple lanes - just like the Chennai-Bangalore highway that's come up (with toll booths on the way), except that its one way and there are plenty of people to keep you company. So, till we put something together, watch this space.

Update: One rip is done. Time is 1:54 AM. Go to sleep.

"It's raining... Ooh baby! it's raining..."
(Prithee, may I stand under your umbrella, my fair maid?)

Looks like I'm in for one hell of a night... It's raining like whoo-ey!
Rihanna dear, stay indoors!

I Don't Drive Alone

A friend of mine said that.

Everybody is still here, and the results are not out yet. People are still talking about plans to visit a faraway place.

And no, I will not bring the car. I absolutely refuse to.

I must wait for some more time.

She Is:I am.

I saw her on MG Road.
It was raining.
Very hard.
I didn't turn around for fear of appearing rude.
So, I walked on,
I must not let anything intrude.
As I walked out, she followed.
I feel hollowed.
But as I walked on,
I heard a voice close beside me,
It told me: "All you need in life, is one moment of joy each day,"
(Aside: "I'd like two better!")
"Apples can keep doctors away,"
"But, if you don't like apples,"
"This is surely the thing."
Did she have one earring,
I could not see.
For I saw that she had turned away.
And was walking into the murky,
Inky black cloud.
I'd rather she turned around
Cold wet, footsteps,
And a memory.
That's all I am left with.

Note: The pictorial representation is for illustrative purposes only. Not to scale.
Specifications subject to change to change without notice.
Note:B&W and optimized for low-bandwidth connections.
Note:I made this baby.
Note:Okay, you can't be too accurate with a fuzzy month old picture in your head.
Note:She wore black, but while capturing it, I did it in blue.
Note:Too many notes, spoil the post.

Bill of Vrongs | Windows Waste ah

Mr. Bill Gates,
I have been a Windows user for as long as I can remember. I have used most versions, right from 3.1 onwards. I thought Windows was the best OS for personal computing. Till I realised, I was living in a dream world. I am not happy.

I am using Windows Vista Basic because I didn't have a choice when I bought my notebook. Believe me, if there was a choice, it would have been Windows XP anyday. I have a couple of bones to pick with this:

Eye candy is nice, but then you also have better things to do than bask in the festivistas. Using the high quality settings is a major no-no when you need stuff to perform at its optimum levels. I used the Performance Measurement tool to rate my machine. I got a modest score of 2.4.(well, for lack of a more-cushion-the-blow kind of adj.) My graphics performance gave me the lowest score. So, I turn off the eye-candy and presto, the score is still 2.4! But there were some minor improvements in the response time of the desktop. You really should take a look at what the open source universe is doing with programs like Beryl and Compiz... Now, that's eye-candy and the best thing, it actually works better than Aero with lower config reqs.

There are a lot of compatibility issues. This is extremely funny, I had to run a demo version of NFS Carbon (released 2007) in Windows 95 compatibility mode, because it just refused to work any other way! I wasn't that lucky with many other programs (3d Mark '03) is an example (Maybe Windows 3.1 should be an option in the list!)

The disk defragmentation tool is a terribly contrived and obscure tool. It doesn't seem to be showing any information regarding the fragmentation on the disk and doesn't display the time remaining for the defrag process to complete. So, I'm using free 3rd party software for my defragmentation. It may not work as well as the one you provided me with, but then I'd still like to see the defrag program pretend to be doing something.

The hibernate option seems to disappear each time I perform a disk cleanup. My friend who also is stuck with Vista has told me that this is due to the Hibernation file being part of the cleanup. But where do I enable hibernation. Another bunch of hoops to jump through. There is no option which lets me customize what happens when I close the lid of my portable computer, and when I search for it, (the new search box at the top-right is really fancy...), I see it there, but clicking on the option doesn't take me there either. So, what do I do? (Ah, I fancy another fix.)

The total lack of sensitivity about running processes astounds me. I had just started encoding a video which would be burned to a DVD after encoding. The entire process would take about 2 hours. So, I just left my computer on (lid up). I return later to find that Windows seems to have put the machine in sleep mode while the DVD was burning! So, what do I have, a frisbee that could have stored 4.7 GB! How can you say that the computer is idle if there is a DVD burning! A continuous I/O process that hasn't exactly completed yet. And it wasn't as if it wasn't plugged in! It was, I assure you. So, I lost So, what if a crucial file is being burned and windows decides to sleep on the job! Will you compensate?

I was given no installation media for Vista when I bought the machine. And also, no explainations accounting for its absence. I only realised it when I needed to install Linux. I had to make my own 'Restore DVDs' and according to their description, they erase everything on the drive (including personal data!!) and restores the machine to it's factory state. Now, why would anybody want to do that unless they had nothing to lose, which is not the case here. I'm a student in college and I have a course on UNIX this semester, you really can't expect me to use only Windows, can you? So, I had to ask for help and then use your partition shrink tool to work around the absence of unallocated disk space (everything was allocated to Windows by default). Are you making sure that I don't use anything else? Is there no way I can do a fresh install of Windows without any of the OEM software? Must I go out and get a new copy, spending INR 5000+ (which I might have already paid for)? I have a license key I have never had to enter so far? Will I be able to use it at all?

I've come to expect certain things from each new version you make us pay for, and I'm sorry to say that nothing has even come close to my experience Linux and Open Source software. I'm only depending on windows because I don't have the bandwith to download open drivers for my devices. Windows Vista has only been a crushing disappointment so far and it is a terrible thing that people are only buying your software just to be held up by the unavailability of a service pack. And yes, installing updates must be my most favourite activity. I don't seem to be doing much else! These things take ages to install... Why? And there's no progress indicator on these things...

And yes, UAC is the probably the worst feature Vista has got. It doesn't do anything for you, nor does it let you run these really simple programs without an extra mouseclick! I've disabled it and am doing fine, thank you.

These may seem like small things, but trust me, it is the small things that really count.
Right now, all I'm looking for is a window out.

Feeling most wasted,
M. Ullas

Headbanging | Change of office | Onam - cold desktop | Burned | Bay-bee Me | Hairkut

There's been a lot of that lately. Especially in the past two weeks. I can't seem to get enough of it, wherever I am. In college or back at home, it's the same thing. The bathrooms are in quite a state right now. There was a leak that was visible in the dining room. I mean, the water started seeping through the walls from some break in the plumbing and showing up near the dining room, so we had to do something about it.

"We'll wait a bit and see how things shape out." was acchan's comment.
After a year or so of "w. a bit and s. h. t. shaped o." we went for it.

The principal of CMRIT, the esteemed Prof. S. handed in his papers and today was his last day in college. Apparently, this was something that had been dealyed for a long time till a replacement was found. And according to hearsay, I've learnt that Prof. LSR will be taking his place in the office, handing out suspensions and yelling at the "shortage" cases! He was the HOD of the Mathematics Department and is, I think quite the man for the job. I only hope that this new opportunity will not interfere in his popularity ratings.

I still have to pay the college fees. Let's wait till Wednesday, the money from the mutual funds should come in by then.

Many friends are heading south for the onam. R. and a couple of others as well are taking a few days off (and in some cases, even more few-days are being taken off) to revel in Onasamshagal. Let's see what amma will be preparing this year. R. will be back in college next Wednesday and I hope to get his assistance with fixing the desktop. Apparently, it's overheating and there's a lot of stuff that I pulled out right, but didn't put back in correctly. So, it's lying there cold and useless right now. R.'s comp is down too. I'm sure he'll sympathise. :-)

There's a Entrepreneurship workshop in college this Monday, the 27th, and I hope to be there, in any case, once I get out of college, I would like to be able to think like one, if not be one among the N. Murthys and Jobs of today. (I'd prefer Steve Jobs though. That guy is way cooler! And he gets all the iMacs he wants!)

This blog has now been "burned", via the FeedBurner service. I've not thought about promoting this content. And I don't really see the commercial value in it, but it would be nice to know that there is someone out there reading all these posts of mine. Come to think of it, why do people blog? Do they want to reach out and tell the world that they're special too; that their life is not as ordinary as it appears to be; that they have lofty and ambitious dreams; that they feel for something or someone; that they are like the oandh(u) they have a reason to be alive, something to justify their existence. More on this later.

Thinking about it all makes my head feel full. I've updated my picture on Orkut. And there was this picture taken of me when I was 14 and just breaking into a nice pimply teen. I think I stopped taking singing lessons about 2 years back because I found that with my voice breaking, I started feeling embarrassed about singing in front of the others. And yes, that "new feeling" didn't help either. But then, people have responded: "Cho chweeeet" and "baby Manu" are some samples of scraps that people have left, ah, to be young and adored again!

I really must cut my hair, it's growing into Amazonia again. Acchan's gotten home.

Time to start prefetching tomorrow. I've begun to slacken. And then again, there's a project to finish.


Very tiring day. Just got back after an hour of table tennis. Out of the several matches that dad and I fought over, (I think I'm bit out of form over here) I managed to squeeeeze one little victory. Quite a good day for me, I should say after all the matches that I've managed to lose! So far, I've only gotten worse and worse, and what with all the pressure I'm under! :-) Maybe it's not that bad, but still I find that I could do with a little change of air. So, starting today, no, make that tomorrow, I shall head out for a little walk every evening, instead of sitting in the bean bag and ending up emulating just that. Of course, if I were doing something great for the world, things would be different, but since I'm not, hehe!

So, walky walky walk. Leo Laporte and friends are discussing the iPhone bill boxes on Twit 109. Time to download on my dial-up!(great set of geeky podcasts BTW, http://twit.tv/ )

Just waiting for that broadband connection to come in so that I can go wireless finally. Damn BSNL. Can't they ever deliver on time. 15 days is what I got from our friendly neighbourhood lineman. I mean, it's just one connection. What the hell does a powerplant have to do with broadband connections? Ridiculous stories and even more ridiculous waiting times, BSNL better pull up its socks, or else I'm going piggybacking. Which is not something I like to do too often. Best hai mere liye! (sorry to be borrowing that... I'll revoke this once you give me my c.)

P.S. I'm on 'default' now. It has got to be one of my neighbours! Sometimes you wish you could help the world create more secure wireless networks. But then, who has the energy? Now, I'm really thinking that my lethargy actually pays off in free bandwidth!

College organised a symposium of some sort. There were a couple of interesting lectures lined up, none of which we could attend as we had classes. Damn, that lecture on shell programming could have really helped me out this semester. Ah well, talk about being progressive on educational needs. They'd rather we sat and dozed in class taking down notes rather half-heartedly rather than be enthralled by the possibilities of learning something new.)

Fortune favours the MIT-tens...

Long time no post

It has been quite a while. I've got NoScript on, so I don't even know how this post will look. The text looks pretty small.

Things have changed around here. Though all my close acquaintances might be aware of this already, I will not hesitate to repeat it! I've got a notebook! Wahoo!

I've not attended guitar classes in quite a while. And, I've not gotten my teeth fixed. Also need to buy my books. So, what I shall do now, is. Call up S. Bookhouse in In. and check the availability of a few textbooks, the purchase of which has been long overdue. Acchan's already breathing down my neck.

Here we go... Just called them, "All books are available Sir!" they report. Time to pay a visit.

Oandh Celebrity.

"I've observed a long long time,
Life has moved through me,
Quarrels over time and space are nothing to me.

Joy or sorrow, I have not tasted,
Though it may appear that,
I derive no pleasure in just existing,

I ask for nothing more than just a chance
To justify a carefree existence,
So, I've seen the workings of the universe,
Subtle caveats, in abudance,
From my rock, I saw them all."
- Oandhu

I am an oandhu. A chameleon, that boy calls me. His mother named me, Mr. Oandhu. Very apt, she thought. Hm, not very descriptive, but heck, there's my picture above. What can you convey in a handle that you can't in a picture. I appear a little colourless to me, but I'm sure you see the world differently, tell me what you see. That nice boy tells me I'm yellow. But he can't tell me what yellow is like though. I guess everybody has their limits to expressing themselves.

That's a picture of me. Taken by that boy who I think used to live next wall to me. I occasionally caught a glimpses of him watching me through those square apertures they call windows. I think I occasionally caught glimpses of myself on those windows. I didn't know I had a twin. But these twins weren't there too often. (That boy and his fellows left the windows open too often.)

I'm not as bad as I think. Pretty colourful, ain't I? And how many like me do you know who have a blog.

That nice boy, felt generous and asked me a couple of questions. He said, he'd show me the world. Since, I'd often felt as if I was the one doing all the world-watching. Thought it was time to do the opposite, show the world me. Make me a little celebrity of sorts. So, he decided to share his blog with me. That sure was swell of him.

I'll go and catch a little something for lunch. Wait, it's teatime. Meanwhile you can tell your friends about me.


The Piggyback

Cousin brought his laptop home.

So, we decided to find an open wireless network.

And found ourselves home:

Neat eh?

A big thank-you to all the guys at 'home', who unknowingly, or intentionally set this up for broadband-starved individuals like us.

May there be more homes' for us all.

Hogenekkal: Where I was not destined to be.

"I was never destined to be there,
Never, ever, ever.
Not on that day,
That day, when everything seemed
To us, wonderful and full of possibility,
Every sunbeam set us ROTFLing,
Till overwhelmed with our pleasures,
Quiet settled on all of us,
And we sat reminiscing every moment of that day."

Circumstances did not permit my accompanying my friends on a trip to Hoganekkal: a quiet little hamlet about 100 kms from Bengaluru. It is known for its waterfalls which are quite a sight, after a long journey. Full of energy the currents cut channels in the rocks. And the river level rises 100 ft during the monsoons. I went earlier there during the summer. Most of the rivulets were gentle streams flowing gently on the hot rocks.

Damn. I need a life. My friends went there yesterday, and when I saw the pictures, I could hardly believe that it was the same place. Most of the water had submerged the valleys and all we could see for miles around were rocky islands and water. And I believe the hanging bridge was submerged.