A different specie new comer had been to our office. Moreover he/she is a top performer!!!!

As though it appears the burning clouds.

I twisted the accelerator of my motor bike until it reached its peak, in order to get through the green signal. At full throttle and accelerating, the needle was shivering around 75 Kms/hr, amidst busy lazy traffic mostly four wheelers. Two wheelers get the privilege of sneaking in between the non two wheelers. My hope was still awake, when the green signal turned orange and my hope slept hopelessly when signal turned red. In simple, i could not get through the green signal. The idea was to take an alternate route by taking a U - turn. Once I took a U -turn, I found a man popping in middle of the road, waving both his hands wide open like human ancestral animal, realized he was trying to stop me, more closely to know he was a policeman. A Bald policeman, who had some sort of self satisfaction after he had caught a fresh scape goat which was me :(.  Unlike my previous experience, this bald policeman had some respectful words. I was formally introduced to a large moustached, pig faced, police inspector by this bald inspector.

( The ticket ..... )

Thinking about Life and Unlife in my idle time, jotting down some meekly leaked thoughts out of my think tank. An invisible unknown occults as antagonist between life and unlife. So called modern world has kept this unknown to be wellknown secret. There are few extensive research in Hindu mythology, but hard to understand.

( Coding Life :) ...... )
TalksOfLife
06 - Nov - 09

Deepawali has just passed, capturing the memories before they fade away. I have been keeping busy with my work for the past couple of months. I missed the first day ritual of NarakaChaturdashi, as I reached home only in the afternoon. The road to Mysore was crowded with heavy traffic making a longer drive. Every Deepavali, there is insane usage of crackers. You never know when you get hit by a cracker. This gradually has built a hatred towards crackers, hence no crackers at home this year. Though our home was well decorated with traditional lamps.

( More Update )

Every Weekend I am home, after home came back to Mysore again. Its Dasara, in particular for Mysore. Massive excited crowd has barged in for the Event. Every street around Mysore Palace enlightened with "Mysore bulbs".

( Reviving Fading Glory.... )

Over desert ridge,
It blooms, wide n glad,
Bundled with beads,
Dews and dreams.
Between Whimsical,
And wicked, World.
Pinned and pricked,
Burnt against test
of time,a day's fame.
An Amazing, painful,
Experiment!!!

--TalksOfLife
25/09/09

 RakshaBandan is a hindu festival which celebrates  relationship and bond of protection between brothers and sisters. To be precise RakshaBandhan is as given in Wiki
"The festival is marked by the tying of a rakhi, or holy thread by the sister on the wrist of her brother. The brother in return offers a gift to his sister and vows to look after her while presents sweets to her brother."
It's RakshaaBandhan and I realized it this morning only at office.  Right to the point, I had no gifts for any of my sisters. As I have a minimal count of rakhis, here goes the gift coupon plan. I asked my sisters to choose their favorite color among a set of colors given by me. Then each of them got a gift coupon,  inside it had a currency note(bill) which matched their favorite color. It was risk for me, I had mentioned a color which matched 1000bucks too.  Thanks for INR being so colorful, it is difficult with dollar.
Though it is a trick, I hope they won't forget it and I will me more satisfied to give an unforgettable gift!

-TalksOfLife!

A Common sense is sidelined against rules, ending up unwanted effort. A rule has it's own life time. A rule is born, grown, matured and always with time it grows old to become feeble and weak. Considering the metrics, a rule should evolve, and the task would be to groom it and keep it young. Intention of rule is always forgotten, in general.  Whilst submerged among rules, the threat is for existence of common sense, which directly diminishes the sparsely glowing thing called "creativity" in current times. I am perturbed by non acceptance of my ideas by the biased rule followers.

-TalksOfLife

It was yet another day, two days back,  to measure my existence on this planet :)

( Behind the cut! )

It's been a while, away from Livejournal, all because of upcoming book "Reflectionz". A collection of abstractism and much for the reviewers - absurdism :). This weekend happened to be amazing, as I had planned to experience heavy rainfall. The expectation turned fruitful. Yes, Coastal Karnataka has been tested with heavy rainfall. It has been a record rainfall in Mangalore after 39 years. I was welcomed at puttur by gusty winds in the early hours of saturday.    Whole day was pitch dark with roaring rain. It is like someone is pouring water using big bucket, hiding behind dark clouds.
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Last post was thought upon Mistakes, Errors or whatever. After a long day coding,  I was supposed to compile and "Check-In" the file. The "Makefile" which compiles has a problem, though not self-induced. It does not remove the object files, if the compilation fails. Instead of fixing this problem, I calmly removed the object file and re-compile. The problem has already propagated, I am spending time to remove the file. There are two windows, one does the compilation and other fixes the problems of compilation. Now this how it goes

$ rm file.o        #Remove the file
$ gcc ..... file.c #Compile it
$ rm file.o        # Remove the file
.
.
$rm file.c        

Grrrrrr...a blunder. Instead of removing object file, I had deleted my long day's hard work. No backup of the file and just I can say "what the hell". Identifying another problem in the course, "Always keep source directory different from compilation directory". Anyway we do not learn from some mistakes. Coding at the rate of 70 wpm, I am not comfortable with numericals keys and their shift counterparts. I have this problem of saving the file with different names, because of another mistake. Command to save ":w!" sometimes will be typed as ":w 1" or ":w ~", thus saving the file as 1 or ~. Luckily I had done this mistake. The file was saved as 1. A boon which saved my day because of this mistake.

Postulating the entire things,  and comments by inspirethoughts  on Murphy's law.
"A right must always go wrong"

"To err is human", people say this, so do I agree.  Extending this a bit "To Err is to learn, and to repeat an Err is SIN". Contrasting to this serious statement,  here are my events below.

There are lot of pigeons around my home.  I like to watch them sitting on my compound wall.  As days passed by, the number increased gradually. So did they liked me, or not, I do not know. But they definitely liked my drying clothes to pee on. The interesting thing I came to know while talking to my neighbor is that pigeons do not pee on his clothes. I could not reason but I definitely thought  "This guy does not give you food,  but how can you pee on your master's clothes?".  There the problem lies, it is the pot of cereals which I keep for them. They flock in for the pot, and do whatever they want with my drying clothes.  I am not willing to take the pot off. I have to dwell with the problem, by adjusting myself to the issues which comes up. The problem propagates and we live and learn.

Two days back, I had a swollen left palm due to some freak accident at home. It was very difficult for me to grip using left hand. Though I got my motor bike to commute to office mostly driving in one hand. On way back home, I was supposed to apply sudden break, but ended up breaking left mirror of my motor bike. The problem propagated when I dropped vessel containing milk. Adding more problems to the list.  It is not necessary that we have to err and learn. Most errors are because of negligence and over confidence.

Whenever I forget to close a window, It rains heavily and next morning, my room is a swimming pool. Whenever I start cooking, I get a call. After answering a long call, it is a havoc at kitchen. Whenever I wash my motor bike and keep it clean, it rains the next day, to make sure that my bike is a dirt bike.

Now it is "To Err is Sin". Propagation of error is everywhere not to mention about our own softwares. It is a crazy world where people are paid to err, propagate the error.

It's been 2 years in my current company.

( Behind the Cover )

Saagaradantaha anubandhadinda horatu,
.............................................Aagasada kutiladalli raajisi,
Aatavo, vidhiyo, jaari bhuvige biddu,
.....................................Manada raga, dweshadalli siluki,
Maretu Muthadeyo, Begeya Neegisideyo,
..........................Matte sagarisuvude antarangada bale!!!

-TalksOfLife

A Philo in Kannada.

I am obsessed with playing Travian.

My vote was registered today, my left index fingure is dirtied by Mysore Ink. I feel somewhat like a citizen now. Lets see whether people can make a right choice.

I fight with faithless time,
        An ironical trade for peace;
Surplus face the surface,
        Though solitude is I face;
Harder to trust obvious,
        I frown to miserable takes;
Every second I earn,
        Is every second mistake;
Amalgamated, sorrow & Joy,
        Faithful faithless ticking toy;       
Thy my soul twitters,
        Deciphering dimension four;
Stretching un-miled smile,
        Alas time be a-last-time!
Hmmmmm.............Faithless Time.

--TalksOfLife
15/04/2009
( Philo.. )

Now it is my journey to land of rising Sun, after my last visit to probably land of last Sun!.


( Week in Tokyo... )( Week in Tokyo... )( Week in Tokyo... )

Desire is not satisfied by enjoyment of a desire, rather it is like pouring some more butter to fire!

I am thoroughly confused with this!