I type this post after going through the biggest ordeal of my life. It all started after I started from college this afternoon. After finishing some work which my dad had given, I started home with my bag. I reached the railway station and walked back home. I was in my own thoughts while walking back home. I saw a couple of children playing street cricket from a distance and was walking towards them to cross them. Recollecting how I had broken the glasses near my house and ran into the house when I were like them and also remembering my friend Hari who did the same even a few months back after breaking a window, I walked towards them. I waited for them to bowl a ball. I thought myself to be a Samaritan and was seeing them. The batter was out and the other boy did not accept. Then this wicked thing happened. I should not have stood there. Of course, I do not blame them. The boy who was claimed out called out, "uncle, neenga kooda paathinga illa? naan out a?"(uncle, even you saw, am I out?)
They say, "kuzhandaiyum Dheivamum onnu"(child is equivalent to god)
For the first time in my life I missed Hari. If he was with me, they would have called him so, and spared me.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Bheema - The Batchprocessor
Batch processing the mainframe jargon is what could be associated with Bheema- The Batchprocessor.
Got a chance to watch this movie yesterday with my school-mate. I and my friend were the only souls standing in the counter. We waited for some more people to join us as we were skeptical if they would play the movie for just two people. The first-class counter of Vetri theatre is a dungeon. It's a narrow passage.
I suspected the environment. The usual pan smell near the counter and something was stinking badly. We then saw a dog standing in the lane with no one to occupy the lane. What it really wanted was not the movie, but a shady place to relieve itself. Now we are stuck. We can't leave the counter from the side we entered. If we did, it would have meant, we either didn't mind stepping over dog's piss or we knew to walk on the wall. We hated Physics for it's theory of the liquid's capability to flow. In this case a meter long.
So we waited impatiently for the ticket issuer to give away the tickets and open the counter on the other side. Then came the issuer, we asked him if they would play only for us. He told, around fifty balcony tickets were sold. We wondered what would be the logic behind people buying balcony tickets when even the first class counter was free.
Coming to the movie, I would say, I enjoyed the movie thoroughly. The BGM whenever Vikram appeared was superb. But it gave me a feeling of Desperado. Trisha's looks convey that she is fighting for the Grand Old Heroine of Kollywood with Snake aa. Story has shades of Thalapathi.
The batchprocessing can be seen during the fight sequence. Though it's a propitiatory technique of Indian cinema, it is visible clearly in bheema.
I could even construct a process diagram as in Operating systems
When one batch is fighting with vikram the other batch is lying on the ground or just dancing on the same place as if ready to pounce on vikram but doing it only when he turns back to see them. Height of Heroic Stupidity.
When did the express trains started running with only three bogie as shown in the film?
The movie starts with director speaking in the background with words like kastam,malai etc... It is irritating to hear someone introduce a film with such a filthy tongue.
The song Rangu rangamma was superb. Sherin rocked in the song.
The pathetic part is the heroine's name is not known until the climax.
Overall, the movie was good. It would be a hit only if we stop believing in stereotype climax of LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Flirting with NDE
I write this post as I sit next to an indomitable spirit. More about identity of the spirit is for the later part of the post.
In the recent times I find myself torn between love and duty. I am in the course of making judgments as to which would come first. The judgments warrant a careful analysis of the situation I am thrown into. Sometimes, it's the love which takes a backseat, but mostly it's the duty that moves back. Sometimes I even think that it's only love which has given rise to the duty.
Ok. Enough with the euphemism, as some would think. It's actually a dysphemism of the ordeal(only for me) and fun for others(including my family) that I have been undergoing.
It all started with my dad being given a laptop a couple of years back for his official duties which include,
1.switching on the laptop,
2.remembering the password which the MIS changes too often for a 55yr old to remember,
3.monotonous and mugged-up button clicks which are my dad's way to connect to the internet and eventually to the VPN,
4.again remembering the password for the lotus notes.
5.checking mails.
6.using the index fingers alone to type on the keyboard.
7.usually using a lot of effort for, shift+anything or ctrl+anything.
8.calling me repeatedly for anything and everything.
9.checking if others use a different way to do things other than the way taught to him by someone from his office.
This happened when I used alt+F4 to close the window when he was very new to computers. He shouted at me instantly to reopen the window and close it properly, which according to his tutor was File + exit. Of course, he is ok with it now.
10. Careless words like, "It's you who made the computer to act this way." What actually would have happen would be, I would have added a shortcut to the quick launch. So, not finding the icon on the desktop, after tumbling on the desktop for sometime, he would find a similar icon but smaller in size in the quick launch, which to his surprise would open with a single click, or sometimes would open twice with his usual double-click. So, I am to be blamed for that.
11. Printing a document from his laptop would be an absolute nightmare. I should literally beg him, the bad print has nothing to do with me not keeping my computer table clean.
12. Waiting for the internet connection to be transferred to my PC while he carelessly types with his two fingers. I have not longed for anything that worse in my life. Those moments are the moments of progressive madness, I would call.
Above all, he is learning and learning really fast for someone who had spoken only to screw compressors and pressure gauges for the past 35 years.
So, you know my ordeal, my love and my duty. The indomitable spirit, though could be my father, is always the spirit of the laptop(if it had any) to endure me and my dad.
PS: NDE stands for Near Death Experience.
In the recent times I find myself torn between love and duty. I am in the course of making judgments as to which would come first. The judgments warrant a careful analysis of the situation I am thrown into. Sometimes, it's the love which takes a backseat, but mostly it's the duty that moves back. Sometimes I even think that it's only love which has given rise to the duty.
Ok. Enough with the euphemism, as some would think. It's actually a dysphemism of the ordeal(only for me) and fun for others(including my family) that I have been undergoing.
It all started with my dad being given a laptop a couple of years back for his official duties which include,
1.switching on the laptop,
2.remembering the password which the MIS changes too often for a 55yr old to remember,
3.monotonous and mugged-up button clicks which are my dad's way to connect to the internet and eventually to the VPN,
4.again remembering the password for the lotus notes.
5.checking mails.
6.using the index fingers alone to type on the keyboard.
7.usually using a lot of effort for, shift+anything or ctrl+anything.
8.calling me repeatedly for anything and everything.
9.checking if others use a different way to do things other than the way taught to him by someone from his office.
This happened when I used alt+F4 to close the window when he was very new to computers. He shouted at me instantly to reopen the window and close it properly, which according to his tutor was File + exit. Of course, he is ok with it now.
10. Careless words like, "It's you who made the computer to act this way." What actually would have happen would be, I would have added a shortcut to the quick launch. So, not finding the icon on the desktop, after tumbling on the desktop for sometime, he would find a similar icon but smaller in size in the quick launch, which to his surprise would open with a single click, or sometimes would open twice with his usual double-click. So, I am to be blamed for that.
11. Printing a document from his laptop would be an absolute nightmare. I should literally beg him, the bad print has nothing to do with me not keeping my computer table clean.
12. Waiting for the internet connection to be transferred to my PC while he carelessly types with his two fingers. I have not longed for anything that worse in my life. Those moments are the moments of progressive madness, I would call.
Above all, he is learning and learning really fast for someone who had spoken only to screw compressors and pressure gauges for the past 35 years.
So, you know my ordeal, my love and my duty. The indomitable spirit, though could be my father, is always the spirit of the laptop(if it had any) to endure me and my dad.
PS: NDE stands for Near Death Experience.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Shantaram - the reason why I am not god
I chose to spend my holidays away from the thoughts which are obvious to set in when there is nothing to think about or worry about. I got this book Shantaram, written by Gregory David Roberts. I started with the most challenging and unsure journey spanning 936 pages. I was not sure because, I have never really completed many books except a few. I found it challenging because I was desperate to complete this book.
I will not give the outline of the story here. I have attached five videos by the author himself. It's from him, which is worth for a plot outline.
When I started with the book, I thought, the last full-stop on page numbered 936, would be an achievement. But After completing the book; spending effectively around 93 hours spanning through roughly 15 days, I believe, there is no bigger achievement than the respect one develops for oneself. Thats what the book teaches you.
Though I got the book from the library, I persuaded the librarian to sell the book to me. Because, this is the only book which had brought out the emotions, which I had thought, I had lost for ever. I literally made the expressions on my face according to the descriptions and would run for the mirror to check out how it looked like.
I have the pics of the book which gave this experience. I could have got better pics of the book cover from the internet, but it's the result of the childishness born form the book that had made me display the same book which I used.
The movie version of Shantaram is in the making. I don't want to watch it, how ever good it may be. I don't want to loose the identity of the faces from the book which I had developed and started to love. I don't want to hear the voices which would be very different from the voices, the book gave for those characters. I don't want to loose the Shantaram I love.
These are the videos from an interview by Roberts. You shouldn't miss the last video, where he humbles everybody with his humbleness.
Get your hands on it. You will never regret for spending your time on it. I assure, you will also put your heart into it as I did.
I will not give the outline of the story here. I have attached five videos by the author himself. It's from him, which is worth for a plot outline.
When I started with the book, I thought, the last full-stop on page numbered 936, would be an achievement. But After completing the book; spending effectively around 93 hours spanning through roughly 15 days, I believe, there is no bigger achievement than the respect one develops for oneself. Thats what the book teaches you.
Though I got the book from the library, I persuaded the librarian to sell the book to me. Because, this is the only book which had brought out the emotions, which I had thought, I had lost for ever. I literally made the expressions on my face according to the descriptions and would run for the mirror to check out how it looked like.
I have the pics of the book which gave this experience. I could have got better pics of the book cover from the internet, but it's the result of the childishness born form the book that had made me display the same book which I used.
The movie version of Shantaram is in the making. I don't want to watch it, how ever good it may be. I don't want to loose the identity of the faces from the book which I had developed and started to love. I don't want to hear the voices which would be very different from the voices, the book gave for those characters. I don't want to loose the Shantaram I love.
These are the videos from an interview by Roberts. You shouldn't miss the last video, where he humbles everybody with his humbleness.
Get your hands on it. You will never regret for spending your time on it. I assure, you will also put your heart into it as I did.
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