Monday, October 30, 2006

Tag again

Thanks to another tag from Mathangi!

Three smells I love:
1. Scent of a woman
2. Scented Candles
3. Babies

Three smells I hate:
1. Stagnant water
2. Dishwasher
3. Stale Food

Three jobs that I have had in my life:
1. Salesman in a book shop
2. Credit card salesman on Phone
3. Software Engineer

Three movies that I could watch over and over:
1. Matrix
2. Speed
3. Nuvu Naaku Nachav

Three fond memories:
1. My first Love
2. My second Love
3. My Third Love ..... :D

Three jobs I would love to have:
1. Scientist
2. President of US
3. Pope

Three things I like to do:
1. Space Travel
2. Race in Mountain Bikes
3. Climb Mt Everest

Three of my favorite foods:
1. Biriyani
2. Idli/Dosa
3. Ice cream

Three places I would like to be right now:
1. Hubble Telescope
2. Mt Everest Base Camp
3. Moon

Three things that make me cry:
1. Stupidity of others
2. Feeling of helplessness
3. Rejection

Whew!
And as usual, I tag KP, Nas and anybody who wants to keep this going.

Monday, October 09, 2006

1:03 PM

There are few things which irritate me more than anything else. I get obsessed with them. They are the features which can never be switched off once enabled. How incompetent? How foolish were the designers?

There is no option to turn off the photo on Orkut profile once we enable it. There is just a choice to replace it but no choice to disable it. The best choice that we have is to upload a blank photo. But there is no going back to "no photo". I can live with this but not the one below.

My Timex watch irritates me every day at 1:03 PM. I just cannot take it anymore. One fine day, I will kill it. I will just pull the plug. Just to keep it quiet. Just to stop it from going off in the shrillest alarms in alarm clock history everyday at 1:03 PM. That's the problem with machines. They just don’t understand. They just cannot be made to waver from the routine. Once they are taught what to do, they will do it religiously everyday till they die. Till the last milli-watt of power is left in their batteries, they will not stop. When will they learn that if they have any illusions of replacing the human beings on earth, they should understand chaos. The pure beauty of randomness. The pure fun in unpredictability.

It all started like this. I had to get up at 6 AM one day and I set up the alarm in my watch. It went off at 6 AM sharp and I was happy. The trouble started next day and continuing for 6 months now. It just went off every day at 6 Am. My heroic efforts to switch off this feature have gone waste. My watch has 4 buttons, 2 on each side. I am pretty sure that one of them is just to switch on the light and has no other feature associated with it. So I am left with 3 buttons to accomplish my goal. Let go by the combinations. Each of them can be pressed individually, together and for varying amounts of time. So the number of combinations are 3 (individual) + 3 (2 at a time) + 1 (all three together) + 3 (individually press and hold for longer time) + 3 (press and hold 2 at a time) + 1 (press and hold all 3 together) + 3 (press and release 1 while holding other button. 2 at a time) + 3 (press and release 1 while holding other 2) and so on and so forth. Approximately, there were almost 30 possible combinations. And I tried all of them to switch off the alarm. Nothing worked!

Then I thought of a simple way out. I know it is blasphemy for any Electronics Engineer to read the manual. But I was far more irritated for that. So I tried to commit sacrilege. But it did not help. I had misplaced the manual.

But one thing I could do was to change the time. I moved it to 9 AM and found that it was still irritating me. Obviously I cannot set it anything after 9 PM and before 8 AM. So I was just left with the lunch time. Somehow 1:03 has held on. So every day my watch performs its duty. Exactly the way it was programmed. To shout at the top of its voice for 30 seconds at 1:03 PM.

Now I won’t believe that its 1:03 PM even if all the atomic clocks in the world come together and provide testimony. I will believe it only if my watch says so. Yes, at the top of its voice to wake up all those lazy people who are in for a siesta after an intoxicating lunch. Long live 1:03 PM. Long live the battery!

Did you note the time of this post? Do you understand my frustration?

Friday, September 29, 2006

Tag

Math has tagged me.

I am thinking about… everything yet nothing.
I said…"Just let go"
I want to… find things to keep me occupied for 2 weeks
I wish…that I have no more wishes
I hear… unrestrained laughter
I wonder… why?
I regret… to be alive when 3 of my siblings died
I am ..what I am.
I dance… when I am alone
I sing…when I listen to my favorite song
I cry… very rarely
I am not always… in the mood.
I make with my hands… food, love and joy.
I write… junk
I confuse… dreams and reality
I need… peace
And finally… I tag…N, Prathiba and Nas

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Dear Sister...

Dear Sister,

It feels odd to write a letter to you. It always feels so. It’s weird that I am doing this. I am sure that you will not read this. But there is a distant possibility. I know no other medium which has a remote possibility of reaching you. This one has. The other day I read that some of the data on the net is sent over space as part of the search for life beyond earth.

I love you.

I don’t think I will ever be able to tell you this in person. But I have to. From the time that I knew you, I am fascinated. I have asked a million questions about you. I have tried different places to have a glimpse of you. You did not leave any traces behind. I don’t think you had enough time.

I know 3 months is a very short time. Did you know who your Mom and Dad were? I know you were in a lot of pain from when you were born. Did Earth give you at least one moment of joy in your short stay?

Did you know that you had a brother who was blissfully playing when you were struggling with death? May be you will know.

It was fun being the youngest. If you were there, I could have passed on some of the fun.

Why were you born if you had to just die?

The meaning of life is life itself. If that was not achieved, why were you born?

But I know that you tried. You tried hard.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Tag

Tagged by Kp

My mood right now: Nothing. I am neither happy nor sad. I neither feel bored nor excited. The time seems to be standing still but yet moving so fast.

Book am reading currently : Robert Ludlums Altman code
I am trying to complete it for a long time now.

The last thing I ate :
Chicken Sandwich at the Office Cafetaria. It was bad even for my liberal standards.

Want to eat: Tirupati Laddoo. My family in India went to Tirupati and have been teasing me about the laddoos for a while now.

What I did last weekend : Roamed around in the Mall, Had a lot of ice cream, had 2 tiring sessions in the gym, took a driving class, slept a lot, cooked fish curry

Plan for the next weekend: Will make them on Friday Evening.

Recent blunder :None. My Razr did a blunder. When I save a new phone book entry with an existing name, it does not overwrite. It quietly allows the new transaction and ends up doing nothing. I ended up calling my roomie and placed a voice message about my official stuff. The poor guy did not have any idea why the SPI src clock bit did not get set in the latest SPI initialization sequnce for the new revision processor.

Colour I am wearing today: White and Black

Am listening to: Omkara and Kadhalar Dhinam

I have to:
Complete some stuff in office
Get Driving license
Sleep
Get those last extra 4 pounds off
Get in touch with friends before they forget me
Get that special someone
Copy all data from my old laptop to the new one
Calm myself and be focussed on the task at hand

I wish:

I can travel to and from India in 2 hours flat. Or max 12 hours. Thats the freaking time difference. How come it is taking 22 hours?
The girl whom I will love, will love me back
My family is with me
For a world without countries or religion. A one nation state "Earth"is the best. One currency, one government, one tax regime. No visas :)

I hope:
I hope I am the way I am, all my life.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Waning Heart Beats

A distant smell of burning tar under the scorching heat of the summer Sun in Chennai evoked a familiar feeling. A street side hawker and his mobile eatery were busy serving the hungry customers. The rush hour traffic of Chennai was rushing by. The heat was terrible. The sweat was drenching the freshly ironed shirt. The familiar blue Maruti 800 had not shown up yet.

A torn banner of a newly released movie was wrapped around a homeless man. He was lying next to the mobile eatery. The last strand of life was hanging on to his decaying body. He was a human sidelined by the civilization. The heat was unforgiving. The hunger was not far behind. His life would quit living soon in the full view of the thousands of people rushing by. Yet he will be invisible. He will be forgotten as another aberration in the urban chaos.

A bread crumb from the eatery would have saved his life. A phone call to those untiring NGOs would have saved his life. A small gesture of love would have brought the lost hope into his waning heart beats.

Not getting the ironed shirt dirty is the top priority. He was too dirty to touch before another presentation on how to improve human life by innovation. He was too unimportant an entity to be bothered about on that day compared to that all important assignment to be submitted. What is Government for?


Human mind rationalizes the most unforgivable acts.

The blue Maruti 800 made its way through the traffic. I jumped in and closed the door behind. The Air conditioning was on. The man was lost in the cool breeze.

I don’t remember what those presentations and assignments were. I do remember that the banner was there when I came back in the evening. It was still torn. The eatery had not closed yet. The traffic was still at its peak. I was alive too. The life rushed by. Nobody noticed that the man was not there.