tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51008632011-11-15T02:49:48.392+05:30Reflections....Somshubhrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10226217171813642107noreply@blogger.comBlogger1241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100863.post-53114678221940904592011-11-15T02:46:00.001+05:302011-11-15T02:47:36.906+05:30

The old template was no longer supported by Google - the unique image on the top-left corner long gone missing - and it being impossible to edit the look or feel of the page anymore - it was time for a change - overdue in fact - for years! 'Why bother?' you ask - 'It is not as if you will post anything here!' And you are right of course! But then, a change just felt right too! So here's 'Free

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What did the gun-toting Delay Capacitor say to the 0-ohm Resistor? :) "Resistance is useless!"

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My bi-cycling ordeals - chapter N! I borrowed the Texins bicycle to go home yesterday. Cycling 8 KMs felt good & was fun, albeit a little tiring for the Quadriceps & Hamstrings. However it would have been a bit more fun, if:The cycle had any brakes to speak off! The gears changed… when I wanted them to!! The cycle hadn’t made me miss the bus the day before!!! Folks around didn’t

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30 - beat that!!!

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Some simple games to pass time - Beware, they can be addictive!!http://www.discover-brain-games.com/

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The SecretType out your thoughtsIn Snatches! A word here, a phrase there,Even whole lines that may rhyme, or not!Abstract, it must be.Play with the orderof words - Verbs afore, Subjects behind!Jumbled up, all, as you wish them to be!Coin a few new words.A fewmind you!Not too many that the gist be missed!A rhythm, divine or otherwise,Helps!Try to think as have many before you!You will find out it

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What colour are you inside?Satin Pink & Turquoise Blue,Bloody Red & Plain White too!Purple, Beige, Grey, Yellow, Green,Is that the colour you are within?A - B - C - D - E - F - G - Even None with that thick, black T!Nylon Nets & Crimson Lace,Black & Blue - in the Book of Face!Be bold & reveal your innermost hue,And ne'er an ailment may befall you!!

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poor she says.but how poor can she be...a poet with words so richand pure as the ones that i read here.struggling - that may be as it is.one struggles in life many a time,more often so when one ispursuing the search for knowledge.it's an eternal thirst, difficult to quench.well, happy am i with the wordsthat she has for me - prize enough.i don't ask for more.for, i am no poet. just an amateur

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Drill - Scrape - File - Cut - and so on and so forth!A couple of jabs to start with. Not effective enough. One more jab. Start chipping. Ouch! A couple of more jabs now, inside! Chip away. "I have reached the roots! Now I am removing these sensor heads here!" She did, quite painfully, but not completely I guess! "Now my colleague will do the filing."The much younger colleague evidently took her

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With no promise to be punctual in updating, I started on a new blog, which can be found here... All are welcome to visit & comment.It's all about me being... "A" wannabe movie-maker trying out the different tricks of the trade, attempting to learn a little bit through first hand experience, and have some fun along the way..."

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A new Blogger in the Blocks... She's witty, she's charming, newly venturing into the realm of writing... Ladies & Gentlemen... Please Welcome my dear wife... Swapna!

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YouTube links:A Short Experimental Movie with a camera on a tripod used as a steadicam: The ChaseAnupam Roy in a Preview Concert, a short "YouTube" version: Right Here

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Full clutch, shift to first, inch ahead slowly, turn the wheel all the way to the right, carefully ease out of the slot. Stay in first, move ahead slowly crossing the bumps, one, two, three, then up the slope, slow left out of the gates, shift to second, accelerate as you turn right and straighten back on to the main road. This is where you floor the gas pedal. 20 to 40 in two seconds, shift up,

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United Champions Trophy 2006 - A Report Day 1 - Report by Somshubhra PaulWith HTMT pulling out of the tournament, TI had to play 3 matches in the group leagues, against HSBC, GE Healthcare & Times of India . All matches for TI were scheduled for day One. Two of the four teams were to qualify for the knock-out stages. Match 1: Against HSBCFielding Clifford, Gavin, Mahit, Sujoy and Ashwani (Goalie)

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Fanaa......Stay clear of it! If you are a hopeless Kajol fan, put an extra pin-up on your desktop instead. If you like to marvel at Amir Khan's acting skills, go see those re-runs once again.And if you have to watch the movie, just because everyone else is, go watch it on a monday night 10:30PM show. At least that will give me the pleasure of knowing, I ain't the only sucker around!!

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I'll reserve my comments and merely point to this.

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Sonu turned to her left and put her hand around the pillow. There was a smile on her lips and a content expression on her face. Life was good, at least in the dream that she was dreaming. Suddenly the shrill tone of the alarm bell pierced through her slumber, and brought her out into groggy wakefulness. She looked around surprised and at the alarm clock. Six AM only. Why had she put the alarm so

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I had posted a blog on the day Rajkumar passed away, but on further reflection, I found the post unsuitable for publication, so I removed it a day after publishing. Given the number of hits on the website in the 24 hours since I posted this article and before I removed it, several people must have read the post. So here is a brief explanation on why I removed it.The whole incident where one

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People still ask me, “How?”I still reply, in one word, “Football!”They smile, grin, laugh out loud or stare incredulously. I smile back.It has been four long weeks. Earlier, on an average fifty people used to ask me everyday. Then it became twenty. Now it is one or two per day. And I still smile and reply. I never knew I had so much patience with people!It was four weeks ago. After a long day at

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RainOn the walk back, it started to rain.It was not a heavy deluge, as we usually encounter in our part of the world during the monsoons, it was not a light drizzle either, that one could care to not pay any attention to. The steady stream of water soaked us to the skin in a matter of minutes. Wet, shivering, teeth chattering, we trudged back along the hilly terrain, clutching each other's arms,

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ManipalI had intended to write a detailed account of our trip to Manipal, in the form of a novel. As always, I gave up soon after starting. Browsing through the old files and folders, I came upon the first chapter that I had written sometime in Dec '03! I am publishing it as it is here.As usual we were late. We were supposed to be in front of Manipal Hospital by 9 pm sharp. We didn't have any

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"ACHTUNG!wrik may actually be a spider-human hybridUsername:From Go-Quiz.comApparently I have arachnidan traits! Don't know about that, but since I haven't posted anything for a long time, I thought I will post this!!

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The high ball landed a few feet in front of Anant and the defender. A few quick steps, Anant reached the ball first. There was no time to control the ball, a small jump, Anant headed it towards the center. The ball bounced high, another defender made his way towards it. I jumped up and tapped it with my head, downwards, towards Anant, who was now some distance away from the guy marking him. A

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Idiocracy. Or is it Indiocracy?* This story is based on real life, and is perfectly possible. However, some of the incidents mentioned below haven't happened yet! *The clerk sitting behind the table with a pile of folders with A4 sheets of paper bursting out of them looked at me through his thick glasses and blinked twice. My brain somehow started believing that I was an alien from Jupiter, or

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With the innumerable "forwards" being forwarded all over hyper-space thanks to people superstitious by virtue of birth, upbringing, estrangement and jilting, or people who just want their associates to also have a quick laugh as they did, the word chain-mail (if it can be treated as a single word) takes a new meaning with every passing moment. Forwarding through short messaging services had to

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A lot of interest is shown in what is known as multiple personality in a person. Many stories have been written on the topic, there have been many movies, and both, of course, quote from real life, the examples of multiple personalities in the past. Having multiple personalities is considered to be unusual. But is it really so much out of the ordinary?It is my theory that all people do have

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If you want to kill an earthworm by asphynxation, pinching its nose is not going to help. Or so the girl-on-the-train told me. Which revealed to me a mystery which has haunted me for long ... more than 8 years actually.The first thing that every normal, decent guy with the right mind (and no girlfriend or wife tagging along) does when he is getting on a train, is check the list of passengers next

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I know that I don't have a bigger "Haoos" of Cards but I am definitely catching up. Now, about everyone who is anyone, and almost anyone who is not (just wanted to say that!!) has 2 or more credit cards. I have 2 personal and one business AMEX. Plus (only) one debit card. But when you add the Lufthansa Frequent Flyer, the TI Badge (which has the perfect size and shape to qualify as a 'card'! Now,

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Don't PanicThe likelihood of being the first to do something often makes a person go out of his way to do what he normally wouldn’t. Imagine me, typing out a blog entry within a day of posting the last one!!I had to watch The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy here, before leaving this country. Otherwise, the ‘Universe’ only knows how long I would have had to wait before they released the movie in

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Paid 65 cents in exact change. Pressed E, then pressed 4. 4 did not appear on the screen, so pressed 4 again.Two Herchey's bars came out!!!Gave one to a friend here, had the other.

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Haradhan and his Ten Kids It started with 10 kids that some guy called Haradhan had. Interestingly, Haradhan never appears in the tale. The first kid probably gets eaten up by a fish, while fishing! Of the remaining nine, the second kid gets cut by a hacksaw or something. (Ya, pretty grim!) And so on and so forth, till there are none left.The above is the gist of a Bengali poetry for kids going

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From the very beginning, it was an un-planned excursion. We decided on Friday, during lunch time, that we should go somewhere over the long weekend. When I suggested that we go to Mysore, Anant agreed at once. He would probably have suggested the same.We made a few attempts to rope in a few other people. Prasenjit was invited, and accepted after some discussion. He later pulled out at the last

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So much to catch up on ... so little time to do so. And to top that, I waste so much time....

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I find the laws of gravitation fairly attractive. I believe that all others share my point of view. Because, gravitation treats everyone, big or small, equally. However high and mighty one is, gravitation has this tendency to bring him down to earth.

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Following is a discussion on The Da Vinci Code. Although I have not revealed the ending of the story, those who have not read the book yet, but intend to do so, are advised to read it first to keep all suspenses intact! The first time I heard about The Da Vince Code was when a couple of friends were talking about it. They were praising the book, and one of them went to the extent of declaring

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Came to office on cycle today! When I bought the bike, it was my idea that I shall continue to cycle to office and use the bike for going elsewhere. Not only does cycling give the regular exercise, otherwise lacking now that I do not play in the evenings any more, but also, I used to enjoy cycling. Accordingly, I had actually cycled to office for about a month even after buying the bike. Then,

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One does not find much to say when there is nothing happening in one's life, or when there is too much happening. And as I swing to and fro between the 'too much' and the 'too little' phases of life what is affected most is my blog, and the regularity with which I post. Okay, okay, so much for excuses. To update on my last few months, it'll suffice to say that I have been really really lucky. And

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More about ants... What do you call an ant who runs away with his girl friend?? ;)

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"Is General Paul in?" "Yes, but Saab has some guests." He stares at me. Why the hell are you disturbing me in whatever I was doing? I stare back at him. "What do you want?" "I work in Texas Instruments. I have some work with General Paul." "But Saab has guests." Please go away. "I shall take only a couple of minutes of his time." He shrugs, walks back a couple of paces. "Saab, some saab

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Whenever I see a large group of ants gathering up somewhere around some small piece of eatable junk, or dead insect, the anticidal tendencies in me resurface and I feel an urge to stomp on the quivering black or red mass of antity. I don't have anything personal against ants. I believe that individually, they are all very nice pleasant characters, capable of really hard work. In fact I respect

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If winners of tournaments / sports competitions were decided based on the amount of enthusiasm the participants have, I would have won each and every tournament that I ever participated in. As it is, I manage to lose every one in the first round! Yesterday it was the turn for Intra-TII Badminton singles tournament. It was not that my opponent was particularly good or anything. In fact he was

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Walking along the course of life, one occassionally comes upon a stage, where every thing around him starts to change. People start behaving differently, topics of conversation change. The way one looks at life changes. That's when one realises that one is not young any more, that it is time to step into another stage of life, a stage which demands more maturity, capability to handle complex

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Does the USA have lots ot astropolitan cities? When Russians play hockey, do they play on cosmoturf? Why do we feel this over-bearing urge to post 'PJ's, whenever we think up some?

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No, I do not belong to the league of unfortunate bloggers, who, poor souls, lost all their old comments, when they enabled the new commenting system that blogger has introduced. Yes, I have also enabled the blogger commenting system. No, I have not yet been able to format the new comments page properly, so please bear with me as I try to enhance the visual appeal of my comments page. As for my

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Have tried to add the new blogger commenting system. Now trying to check if that works!

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Back in Bangalore....(for quite a few days now!)

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They say you are bound to get jet lag. They say the culture shock is BI-IG! They say it is difficult to get used to the accent or understand conversations easily, at least for the first few days. They say a lot of things. Not one is correct! Of course everything is quite impressive. The fast cars, the clean roads, the use of technology (!) everywhere. But somehow, it doesn't appear to be alien,

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Lack of inspiration, and at the same time, a feeling of guilt at not posting any entries for a long time...what is a man to do? Answer - He is to give a dull account of what he has been doing lately, and what he will be doing in the near future. Updates of my whereabouts for the past few days: Bangalore. Updates on my what-have-I-been-up-to for the past few days: Nothing. The same old life

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I am not a big fan of F1 racing. I don't understand the technicalities involved, and don't share the passion as do so many of my friends and associates. But once in a while, while surfing through the 'n' channels that we get nowadays thanks to Cable-TV, if I come across Start Sports or ESPN or TEN Sports showing some F1 race, I do occasionally stick around and egg Michael Schumacher on. Such was

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It's been some time since we went somewhere on a trip. The last trip was of course to Pondicherry in the second week of Jan. I had enjoyed the trip more than the ones to Koorg and Madikeri, probably because I prefer the sea to the mountains. Hills rather, since I haven't been to any proper mountains as far as I remember. One thing I do not like about hilly terrain is the winding roads, which

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She is the most beautiful person I have ever known. I look into her eyes and that is the only thing that I can think off. She is the most beautiful person I have ever known. I look into her eyes and I see love. I see faith and affection. I see a heart of gold, a mind so pure as the clouds in the sky. A person who cares not about herself but all around her. A person who is always ready to help

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Unlike some of my more talented friends like Anant, Koushik, Prerna, Swapna, and a load of others, I am not a very creative person. I admire creativity, I like being creative to the best of my abilities, but unfortunately I am not very good at it. I am also not very good at singing, playing football, and a host of other stuff. But that is beside the point. Being not-so-creative, when on some

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A Bug's Life It was born through the carelessness of two people, two engineers. It was born because they didn't make the best use of modern preventive measures that are easily available. The two concerned people were not professional in their approach, in their interaction and communication. They made a slip and it was born. It spent its early infancy in the confines of the virtual world. It

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Anant was complaining that my blog posts were taking the form of cryptic one-liners by the day. So I have decided to post a cryptic multi-liner instead. *** The child sat quietly looking condescendingly at all that was happening down below. He was in no hurry. The people down there were scurrying about making their clumsy attempts at putting things together, and were failing half the time.

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If you do not say, how will I know? And I know that you are not going to read this, but I wanted to ask anyway.

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No news is good news. At least as far as work is concerned. Doesn't hold in other fronts of life though.

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More sleepless hours...more tension...chips are supposed to be tasty, why are these particular ones leaving a bad taste in the mouth?

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Brief weekend update: Went to a bowling alley for the first time in my life on Friday. It was part of a small celebration in our office work group, at the end of the last project. Amassed an impressive debut score of 133, which ended up third highest in the group of 27. Incidentally, the second highest scorer (135) was also making his debut, and was in my team only. Our team won. Went over to

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Was it as simple as it sounded? Or was there an inner meaning to those few apparently simple words? Why can't I just accept them at their face value and try to be happy? Why do I keep reading hidden thoughts among those words? Why do I imagine to find hope where there is none? Am I being paranoid?

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Welcome Ayesha, Koushik, Ashish and Candy!

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Over the last few days, whatever I have been writing (published or unpublished) seems to have a sombre touch associated with it. It's not that I don't know why. I know perfectly well. Over the past few days, I have been thinking a lot. Thinking seriously, if you know what I mean, thinking on the lines of what do I want from life, am I happy, the way I am, and where will I be a few years down the

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It takes all kinds of people to make the world. Some people are satisfied with whatever they get. They don't need a lot. A little is enough to make them happy. They do not generally have a strong opinion about anything. They are easy-going, and like to lead a peaceful and calm life. Some people on the other hand know exactly what they want. They plan out their lives, and live accordingly. They

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The darkness of early dawn. The sun was yet to rise. The moon was there bright and shining up in the sky. The desolate roads, with an occasional human soul here and there, one or two shop-keepers, trying to make an early buck, and five weary travellers walking along, joking and talking to themselves. There was no specific topic of conversation. Pulling each other's legs, praising each other's

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GOD IS BACK!!

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Wishing a Happy New Year to One and All.

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THIS POST HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO CERTAIN TECHNICALITIES....APOLOGIES FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE CAUSED.

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The suspense is killing.

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Wishing all ye mere mortals who chance upon this page today, a merry, merry christmas. Enjoy!

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Bangalore traffic is rather painful. The drivers don't just care about what happens to the public and other drivers...everyone has only one motto, 'Do as you please'! Indiscriminate use of high beams on the city roads with the sole purpose of blinding the drivers in the opposite lane is their favourite passtime. Specially menacing are the auto-rickshaws.Autos-drivers believe in treating the road

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It gives one this nice smug patronizing feeling when one introduces a friends' blog to bloganity. Few people have the priviledge, fewer still have it more than once. She was among the first few friends I made when I came to Bangalore. She is among the closest of my friends now. She was the board topper in the Secondary exams. She was an accomplished badminton player, who used to play in the

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I sometimes wonder, do I really love to write? There seem to be plenty of evidence indicating otherwise. For those who take up writing as a passion, there can be no break. Whatever other engagements they might have, they always manage to find out time for writing. I, on the other hand, have abstained myself from writing because I was finding it difficult to manage all my different interests and

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I hate to say this. I really really hate to say this. But it seems that things are not falling into their slots all that easily. I am talking about my time, my appointments schedule, or calendar, or whatever you chose to call it. I always try to do too many things at the same time. As a result, I end up not giving any of those enough time. The same holds right now. Blogging has taken a back seat

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There is a Technical Conference going on in Jerry Junkins Hall in our main office in Wind Tunnel Road. It started yesterday, and finishes today in the evening. All sorts of technical papers are being presented, and people are attending in large numbers. I somehow never find attending conferences enjoyable, or valuable. The topics discussed in these general conferences are too varied, to be of

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People often talk about their culinary pursuits. How their first attempts went wrong. How the first omlette they cooked was scorched, and didn't have salt and yet tasted wonderful.I cooked my first omlette this sunday. It tasted great. But surprisingly, it was neither scorched, nor did it have too much or too less salt. Okay, for the salt part of it, the credit goes to Anant, it was he who put

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They know. You know. They know that you know. You know that they know. But they don't say so. So you don't either. And they go on acting natural. So you do the same. Nothing unnatural in the whole thing. As if nothing is different. But what's wrong if things are different? Different is not wrong. Different is not something to hide. So why all this play-acting? Why can't I declare aloud that I

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Firstly, I apologise to my readers for posting no posts for the past few days! I have been rather busy with work and a few extra-curricular activities. Secondly, I again apologise to my readers, because I anticipate the irregularity in the posts to continue for some more time. Apologies done, a brief update on the past week. We lost the first match in the tournament. Our opponents were arguably

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Cricket is my favourite game. I started my cricketing career when I was about ten. For the first few years, my cricketing exploits have been limitted to what is known as 'Gali Cricket', 'Para cricket', et al, where the rules of the game are strikingly different from the normal form of the game which we watch on tv. The rules include dismissals like 'one drop one hand', which signifies that if the

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There are busy days, and then there are days that are not so busy. I don't know what today was. I mean I have been doing something or other since morning. I have completed a lot of those small tasks, that you keep till the end, and then you don't find time for them, because you had thought that they would not take any time. Which was probably a correct assumption, except for the fact that there

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I like to reach the Examination Hall at least an hour in advance for the examinations. It leaves me with enough time to take in the surroundings, be calm and comfortable, and get the feel of the place, before I start writing. I have always found the policy fruitful in all my school and college days. But everyone doesn't share my opinion. Some people reach the Examination Hall just in time. They

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I am not the greatest of footballers the world has ever seen. Or India has ever seen. Or Bangalore. Or my friends. Ok, ok, I am a pretty bad footballer. I can defend up to a certain extent, even give a few passes to teammates lurking around the opponents' goal, but I can never hit a straight shot into the goal, execpt when I manage to hit straight at the goalkeeper. That is, I can never score

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Wanted to post a post yesterday, but was going through what is popularly known as a writer's block! I never thought I would face such a problem...you have to be a writer to face a writer's block. Who knew there is even a thing called blogger's block!Even now that I am typing, I don't know how to proceed with the article! I always thought that free-wheeling on a piece of paper (or a 108 key

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Pride comes before the fall.

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Didn't imagine it could tell me that I was thinking about a rock, and then a notebook!

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Sumeet's back!

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Somshubhra's Law of Design Simulation: "Whenever something goes drastically wrong with your simulation results all of a sudden, look for careless mistakes in your testbench, do not doubt your design."

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It feels great when you are walking down the thronging crowds of M.G.Road with her. You don't have eyes for anyone else, but her. You don't notice when your close friend comes next to you, stops, looks at you enquiringly, and seeing no response or signs of recognition in your eyes, heads away, not wanting to interrupt your te^te-a`-te^te. Nor did my friend!I don't have a girlfriend. I have many

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Love is in the air.The days of sweltering heat are gone. The gods have at last shown mercy and blessed the mortals with cool showers of rain. The moist earth, the cool breeze, the smell of rain build up an air of romance. Couples with starlit eyes are thronging the parkside benches and taking strolls, hand in hand, down ill-lit alleys. Occasional shy sidelong glances at each other. Giggles with

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Went to watch Jhankar Beats yesterday. Good movie, I liked it pretty much. Wanted to write about it. But then I changed my mind. Looking at the last few entries, the page was looking like a movie critics' site! Gives the wrong impression about my priorities...I hardly consider myself a passionate movie lover.Sumeet remarked this morning that everyone should be passionate about something! In his

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I do not believe in fate. It is my firm belief that you can make your own luck. If you want to do something real badly, you can do it. But sometimes, some things, some occurances make me wonder. I remember reading some post on similar lines in someone's blog a few days back. I declared among the comments that there is no providence. But occasionally, I also have my doubts.When we first came to

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The last post was probably one of the biggest I have posted. Unfortunately, most of it (except for the few lines of introduction) is someone else's writing. All credits go to that person (I don't know who he/she is) for doing such a detailed analysis. As I mentioned, I received the mail as a forward from Sumeet. Somehow, I can't picture myself analyzing any issue in such details. I feel, I have a

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Read previous two posts before proceeding!Part - IIIWhat's so special about Neo's avatar?Neo is a skilled hacker, and his avatar in the Matrix is based on the person that founded the AI of the original machines that eventually took over the world... How? Take a look at the disc he gave to the bloke at the door at the beginning of Matrix 1. It said "DISC AI" on it. The hollowed book Neo takes the

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Read previous post before proceeding!Part - IIAgent Smith explainedAgent Smith is the only "human" in this world. He's the one spreading himself like a virus replicating himself over and over until the Matrix will finally get overloaded and fail. Smith is the one who wants to get out of the Matrix for good. He said so in the first Matrix, "I must get out of here, I must get free! And in this mind

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Couldn't post the whole thing together, posting in parts.Part - IA few days back, I had posted an article divulging my views of the Matrix Reloaded. My opinions were not in general in favour of the movie. I got several comments, all except one agreed with me.And now I am ready to take back my words.I should start with a warning. Those who have not yet watched Reloaded, and intend to watch, stop

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Had to share the beautiful Hoganekkal with my readers. I have uploaded some of the photos along with several others on the web. You can find them by clicking here.By the way, the hit counter (at the bottom of the page) tells me the name of the referrer to my page for every hit. Just found that someone has chanced upon the page from a search for "free photos of bajaj pulsar" on google! Don't

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I wanted to write about this sunday's expedition to the Hoganekkal Falls, but it seems Anant beat me to the post! Anyway, that will not deter me from posting my views also! The place is about 180 Kilometers away from Bangalore (according to Qualis odometer reading) if you travel by National Highway 7 upto Dharmapuri on the way to Salem, before taking a right turn. Some websites however mention

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An observation:It is not profitable, nor advisable, for those people who reside in brittle abodes made of silica to take pleasure in hurling solid chunks of hardened silica at fellow human beings!Wotsay?

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Most of my readers must have surely found mentions of him in quite a few of my posts. I have variously referred to him as Anant, Anant I and my roomie. He is the football pro I was talking about. He is also a great writer (also mentioned in one of my earlier posts). His short stories have been published in magazines, some editted, some intact! And he is my partner in cooking up the story, of

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Last post was too morbid! Have been feeling great since posting it!!Watched Matrix Reloaded yesternight. Didn't like it. Some parts are good, but overall, it is no where close to its popular predecessor.The enjoyable parts are the fight sequences. And there is plenty of that. May even be said that there is only that! The mind-boggling concepts and common-sense defying logic that enthralled the

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Have been feeling rather misanthropic since yesterday evening.Is it because time and again my ideas are rejected because people are too indolent to move out of their inertia of rest?Or is it because of the widespread 'herd' mentality which prevents people from giving an honest opinion of their own?Or does it have something to do with the hidden deals which lurk out of every corner, any time you

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We are having some technical training everyday from 10 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon. It started last monday and will go on for whole of this and next week. What with the new project about to start, it eats away a lot useful working time. Specially so because, I am in no mood to work beyond office hours right now, but would like to get started with the new designs before the official

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