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!

--TalksOfLife
20/02/2009

( Philo...... )

Kannada Sahitya Sammelana is a summit held yearly to encourage, improve, preserve, our third oldest original language in the world and prestigious regional language, Kannada. Ideally this began as a platform for the literary crowns to present their work. Preserve, encourage were alarming words used in a media, they might be right as Kannada speaking people are much influenced by English and it is hard for me to find people speaking strictly in Kannada language. I had heard about this summit just in my school day text books. This year I had an opportunity to realize much because of my friend, colleague GURU who had plans to go to Chitradurga, where the summit was held, which is about 200 KMS from Bangalore.

Angel in Woods




On a surpriseful morning,
             Radiant aura blows in woods.
There she is gorgeous glory,
             I am blind and deaf to reality.

Zephyr zings to koel's song,
             A symphony of strange artists.   
Flora blooms, colors disperse,
             Decoration for celebration!!!!

Propagating beauty between,
             Tall verticals of awesome green.
As she moves, I fickle for
            Whims of unparalleled dream.   

Desperate for her friendship,
            Untamed hope, brink-less emotions.
All I can do is to throw peeper,
            To fill her in limpid pool of my eyes.         

She stops with closed eyes,
            Arched arms, upon her toes.
Listening to words in swish,
            Distant ardent words of my silence.
           

--TalksOfLife
26/01/2009

The lazy weekend turned out to a bike trip to devarayana durga.  A historic place around 80kms[50 miles] far from Bangalore.

 

-TalksOfLife
16/01/2009

Delusion of reprieve is a psychiatric phenomenon where one believes in positive outcome, though the result is out against the expected outcome.

A well known fact that result is like a gift of any problem. There can be only one result of any problem. But yeah .. there can not be any gift without facing any problem. I have problems with this fact.In my world a problem has multiple results.I am dismayed with this software world, sometimes i am not able to keep up my words.

Today Morning having some conversation with one of my colleague.
 

Colleague : The thing which bothers me is that "I am growing Older".

Me : Growing old seems logical. Is there anything which grows young??

 

I hope i did not mess up with her morning. But is there anything which can grow young?  Though Why would one think of getting younger. We need progress, progress is through growth, growth is not young. Young think of getting older, old wants to be younger. Does not match. This comes to "Rail theory" by me an year ago.

 

Every year is with new experience, new learnings. Lot of memories to be archived. It's been a busiest year ever i had. First thing which added a new cap, completion of MS program, other than regular course, it taught me a lot about time management which i would ever had bothered. Staying away from parents is the next biggest challenge to me. I had never cooked before, now i cook for my survival. Chapters of memoirs from the North India trip along with my parents. Couple of official foreign trips, which brought me recognition, appreciation. Added two more racks of books, of some i have not found space in time to turn left pages.

 

Few from the list of previous year resolution came to life. Resolutions are there to be cornered. Wind takes me in it's direction, but still hoping I can change the direction of wind. Resolutions for this year would be : 1. Time is precious.

 

Life is all about Winnings, Passion, Looses, Ardors, a swim across all of these. Wish you a very happy New Year.

Engraved Inscribed is my existence ,
                  Primitive among primitive hues.
Oceans coloured world blue,
                  Blue holes in whole blue world.
Heavens painted royal blue,
                  Walls, eyes of angels blue.
Place to flap for blue jay,
                  Brinkless presence in blue sky.
Throbbing heart to flower blue,
                  Guide for opposites to rule
Zeus cried feeling blue,
                  Spewing dark burning blue.
Consumed by all beauty blue,
                   For far ocean and heaven, a glue.
Everything isn't mine,
                  I am hidden in every mine.
Prodigious is my existence,
                  Known to the world as "BLUE".
-Silent, Engraved, Inscribed, painted.-

-- TalksOfLife --
28/12/2008

 

Ah...all about blue Abstracticity. Exploring hidden tentacles of blue.

I hate past and it's people.

Today's dim sun, I am made to remember this story again and again. A classical story told by my grandmother decades ago.

Once upon a time there lived a theist named "Manka". Manka had profound belief in God and God's miracles. One day the boat he was rowing to cross the village river, got punctured by sharp rock, resulting the boat to sink. Manka got thrown in furiously gusty river. Manka cried for God to help. About a while soon a white boat arrived and asked,

White Boat : Do you need any help?

Manka : No, Thank you. My God is on his way to help me.

Manka had burnt almost all his energy. He was about to drown, whilst a Red Boat arrived and asked,

Red Boat : Hurry up .. let me help you out, get over.

Manka : No, Thank you.  My God is on his way.

Few hours later a Black boat arrives to carry the floating soul of Manka to heaven. Manka wakes up in heaven to see God and yells at him.

Manka : I believed you throughout my life. How can you do this to me? Why din't you come to help me?

God : You Crap .. I sent you two boats!!!

Yes .. a beautiful story, which has lot to say. Opportunity, Faith, Dedication, Ignorance, Foolishness, Color Schema of boats spins of multiple threads of thoughts. I kept wondering for better opportunity while loosing "great opportunities". But it is difficult to listen to whisper in the winds. Past is law and it can not be eluded so is present and future. Clouds swell silently to white -- red -- black,  bright -- dim -- dark,  opportunity -- chance -- grief.