HTC Sensation XE ICS Update Chennai, India

I report HTC Sensation XE ICS update at Chennai, India

Google still not effective !!

Take "travels" for example, particularly travels in Chennai. My perception is that Parveen travels is one of the best and big player. When I search for travels in Chennai i don't receive it in my search result at all. The fav restos - the fav places to hangout - the best theatre !! feel i could write a story on this.

fReAky dAy First "100" Call (911 equivalent in INDIA)

Today when on the way to office at 3:00 PM - i get chased by two in a Royal Enfield ! 350 CC Beast ! (I was in a 150 CC kid - Sure - even the hardest try couldn't have succeeded in keeping myself away from them) They stop me.. in the SIPCOT road - Just near the Arch - No police - No one to help - Fully deserted ! They say - "nillu da - Enna un paattukku periyavara tallittu vandhuttea.. andha aalla hospital kutittu poganum.. " they claim i hit him near satyabama.. and that i come with them back to the place of accident.. One of them tries to pick the keys out of the bike and other tries to snatch my ID - i manage to save them both ! I say - I never even crossed Sathyabama.. because i was coming from my room(which was so true !).. and there were a lot of other talks.. He started to behave rude.. The alarm rings and I get to ACTION !! : I dialed "100" !! (India Emergency Help Line - Equivalent to "911" for the US) : The IVRS asked me to press "1" to continue.. after a brief wait.. a lady picks up and asks me who i am, where i was and what was the emergency about... i explain them my plight... they say the jurisdiction belongs to Kanchepuram district.. and that I have to call another number ! (W!F). I go mad at the help line while trying to bark at these people about "IT WAS NOT ME" thing ! Then the person over the help line over hearing what i was talking, says that those should be the guys who are really drunk and that i just take my bike and leave ! They were so not ready to leave me.. they demanded address ... i tell them do what you want.. i work for TCS (because they saw my ID - so not a self disclosure - Remember one of them even tried to snatch it - Sure never ever will I wear ID again during drive) and that I stay in Navalur (Well yeah.. i dont stay in Navalur.. but i pass that place everyday - god save me) ! Then goes the filmy dialogue session : "enna thaan irunndaalum nee inga thane da irruke paathukurean" ! "police kitta inda bike thaan idichadunu solurean ! avanga kitta peasiko.. whose ever bike it is ask them to be prepared as well ! Then suddenly - one of the two says that they go and hand over the bike number to the cops so that the cops could do the rest ! Damn... LESSONS LEARNT : "NEVER COME TO OFFICE ON HOLIDAYS - AT LEAST NEVER EVER IN A BIKE WITH TCS ID HANGING LOUD AND BRIGHT" PS : 100 % Genuine : AGMARK : Real Experience : Drafted FRESH within 30 mins of this nightmarish happening ! PS2 : Do pass to others - so the world could be made SAFE---R !! PS3 : Thosand periyaar vandakuda maatha mudiyaathu !! (even 1000 periyar cannot change the world - picked from tamil comedy) fReAky,

Dr. Salim Ali Bird Club

Birds gave me a LUCKY off !!

It was in tenth standard at school when in the last period I got a call from the office boy announcing my name, requiring me to meet the principal immediately. When the staff said that I would do so after school, the office boy overrided it saying it was "urgent". I was shocked at first and quite scared as to "why would the principal need me so urgently ?" I was thinking if "I had done anything wrong or if I had committed any crime/mistake" and likewise. Sure shocked and pissed I was, because such a thing was not common or atleast "such an urgent call" !!.

I went to the adminstration block and was in front of the principal's room waiting for the attender to let me in. While standing there I was rehersing on how to greet her in my mind and before I could finish rehersing the principal called me in - shouting my name. I went in, scared and pale, she enquired about me and told me to meet the Biology teacher and that she has spoken about something with her (the bio teacher) which the teacher would explain to me. She had also refered to take another person (ronald) with me. I could only thank the principal(Mrs. Malaiammal) and bid her bye and hoped for a relief at the biology lab.

I zoomed back to class. Bearing the surprise of my classmates I murmured to the staff to let Ronald as well, out with me. We both ran to the biology lab thinking on what to expect from kalpana madam (the Bio teacher) on the way. There we were at the entrance of the big Hall (our Biology lab) located in the farthest part of the lab arm of the stunningly designed school building.

The Skeleton that was in the corner welcomed us with a smile, which appeared to smile more than it ever did. The microscopes with one and two eyes, plant and animal samples in the shelf all appeared to gaze at us. Before we were getting gulped by the gazes, Kalpana madam wished us back with her sweet voice as a response to ronald's afternoon greetings.  She got acquinted with us as she had not taken classes for us till then, but to our seniors (11th and 12th std students). She instantly recognised me as Nandhini's(her student and my only elder sis.) brother, I admitted with a smile, may be her knowledge on my sister was deep enough to trace me.

After getting convinced by both, she surprised us about the surprise trip the next day, organised by Lion's Club, for which every school in the city represented four members and that we were lucky to be among them. I was more than happy and in rejoice. She had asked us to report the next day in front of CAG pride (a star hotel - sad that it wasn't inside..!!) and that the Lion's club members shall pick us up from there.

With the advices of my parents and pat from my pestering sister, I left the home to enjoy, to pleasure, to freek, while all my other friends were busy going to school doing their usuals. I waited in the place I was supposed to well before I was required to report. The mini mordern van bearing Lion's club banner which appeared already full was visible faintly before it jerked and stopped right in front of us. A moderately aged person came down and after verifying our identity and greetings he asked us to get in and find places that comforted us. We were left with no choices, me and ronald had to be parted as one of the empty seats was in the back and the other empty one was in the front.

After hours of travel in that van that played music, tamil music, we were stopped by two gaurds who had rifles in their hands, they asked us to maintain silence and that the van driver shunt his vehicle in the corner to let way to vehicles coming along the completly dead and freekingly silent road that had only solar lights installed. I had a feeling as if on a forest trek / adventure. Sooner or latter the escort with us managed to get clearence from the department. Some security officier, in uniform which was impressive, came in, to give instructions as, not to make any noise or throw plastics and other non biodegradible substances and make to make no acts that could attract the wild elephants and other dangerous animals. This freeked us all till the van trottled to a place from where distant buildings, which we latter learnt as the Salim Ali Institute, faintly started to become visible.

We all were more than releaved that the journey got over and all the bird watchers/scientists/biologists in us started to prop up. More than the impressive buildings that were very mordern the surroundings which was fully green and gave a sensation of being in the mid of forest caught our thoughts. In the middle of a valley formed by three small hills was this beautiful institute, beautiful enough to capture every heart that sees it. 

We visited small museum and other study labs at the institute before getting commanded to sit in a hall at where we were told that scientists and profesors would give lectures and describe about the birds for which the entire trip was commenced. Ultra mordern slides that worked at a click of a remote had already started to make us get convinced that this place was rather a haven of mordern teaching aids. 

The mesmerising stories of birds and explaination of various features, like beak shape, foot , wings etc. was making everybody to consider bird watching their only aim of life. After Lunch, which was one of the very different food I had tasted ever, biriyani, made of vegtables and fruits (shock), the classes continued that ended with a note of thanks.

As the sun started to get down, We bid bye for both the awesome institute and the Spectacular pleasant sun that had lit the sky with colors.

Dr. Salim Ali  Bird Watching Club was a memorable trip. 

I ain't a customer !!

Is the market for me ??

am I a direct customer for "a lotta things" ???

Sometimes I wonder if I am, by chance "ever", the target for products around.

The Movie produced with a budget of 100 crore (Oh!! would support a man's lifetime requirments), The 5 crore Car (isn't tata's nana 1 lakh ??), BlackBerry (25000/- willn't 1108 which is 1/25th of the cost be sufficient ? or is it that I will become busy someday so much that i might have to check my mails in mobile rather at my desk ?? - forget it.. i might sound weird at times - most of the times.. ), All the 5 star hotels (heard of the Taj, the Chola, the Denken...ofcourse I can go access it ? but always ?? not yet..), The Remote Resorts in the mid of forest for which one pays in thousands of thousands per hour. The Grand watches whose spelling I am not sure of ?? - (the price ofcourse few thousands to lakhs.. one can even get a watch at 50 rupees in the market). The expensive pens, 10 KG Platinum jewellery (three times cost of GOLD ?? Uuuufffff... ). The Hi-Fi Exhibition for industrialists - (companies spend crores of rupees to just establish as a brand ? I aint concerned directly with it - nor it is targetted at me as such). The Techy Workshops/Launches that go around(???).

are we living ever in the present ??

I always wonder if there is any thing called "the present" (I mean the Present/Past/Future)

Vaigai Karai

Madurai My Native Madurai and its surroundings - a pleasure

Sourastra marriage

Sourastrains Marry! Ceremonious ! !

An insight into Typical Sourastra Marriage -Quite different !!

Sourastrians have come all the way from Gujarat and have almost gulped Madurai and surroundings as their Native. soon

@ The Auto Show 2008 – Tata Motors

We almost missed Nano in Nano time !

Say u went to a place for a purpose, latter to discover it is sliping out of hands !!

It was a sensation in the news channels – The TATA’s NANO. Right from BBC to NDTV to Sun News had nothing else as interesting as the world’s cheapest car. It was launched in the Delhi auto show 2008, when we had camped in the capital for our project.

It was a day when we had nothing to do after our usual session at the training establishment of AIR/DD (Ministry of I & B). We luckily happened to find a ticket center in the premises of Delhi university metro rail station, where they sold the entrance for the Auto show. With time constraints that the exhibition will be open only till 7:00PM, We had to rush to Pragati Maidaan (where the show happened). We threw open an invitation to Sunil, who was busy in his toilet (diarrhea) at his home, he declined the offer and “preferred to stay back watching the same old discovery and rather be bored at the show”.

We sped our steps and reached the destination around 5:30 – 6:00 PM. We entered through the main entrance crossing all the vendors who appeared to sell the worlds most delicacies – we were Damn Hungry!! . The ticket collector let us in – we felt relieved that we could make to the entrance before the gates closed (which we believed will happen at 7:00 PM). We entered the main hall where there were numerous stalls of world renowned companies and many Indian manufacturers as well. Right from the small nuts and bolt manufacturing company to the Giant Hydraulic systems, there were stalls of all possible kind of Auto and Mechanical gadget one can imagine. There were stalls of next generation speedometers made of special Colored display devices by Pricol which boasted that it designs the display units for even Mercedes.

I had been to lots of exhibitions before in my life, never ever I had seen in an exhibition an escalator. We went to the first floor latter to discover that this hall was a permanent structure, on scanning the floor from here we could find no science of Tata’s nano or any other big car/s they showed in the television. I felt for a minute if the entrance was too expensive (150/-) for just seeing the parts that made these cars and not those cars as such (which we had hoped). We spent quite a time on this main hall and were told by a watch man that there was lot more to see beyond this hall. We exited through a wooden bridge to a place where a Ford sports car was on display; right opposite to it was the Suzuki House.

We walked into the Suzuki house, which felt like entering a disco, there were lights and music, loud enough to pull anyone into it. We walked in, to discover the New Concept Car – much awaited as well, the “SUZUKI – A Star”. This car looked like a blend of Swift and conventional sedan. There were quite a few models posing for the car, we pitied their state; they just had to smile at the audience who never seemed to take eye from them, if not the car.

There were few more cars on the display – a few sports cars in which people tried to sit and pose for the photo, biggies was on display which looked stunning. Then there was a surprise, a dance group started their performance right when we had passed their counter (well we were VIPs u see). We enjoyed the dance, which was breathtaking with music blowing our ears. We then came out of that house and marched towards the Tata’s hall.

On the way to Tatas we found the Volks Wagon (a German company) which appeared appealing. I told my partner Arindom to visit this first and gave him idea of covering the rest as it comes after the hall, so that we need not walk back again to see these halls, my ultimate plan was not to miss any of the companies on display. We went inside and were wondering on what all is possible with four wheels; there were a few lush and sleek designs. We had almost done with this hall and were about to find our way to NANO – We heard an alarm/ a siren and then people asking us to vacate the hall.

We were puzzled; the time was sharp 7:00PM and had least expected that they will be so strict, and another thing is that we thought the entrance (from outside) will close at 7:00 and they will permit us within the halls inside the campus as long as we wish. We then hurried, and were seeing our way out, I went running towards the exit and my partner was right behind, they stopped him and wanted him to exit through the longer route, latter he allowed us both through the way which was closer to Tata’s entrance. We tried to rush through the back entrance, but the guards were not showing any mercy, they directed us to the main entrance. We ran towards the direction and found lots of people stranded and wanting to get into the Tata’s hall like us, they had shut the door, even people with valid identity cards found it difficult to enter.

Arindom had a serious Stare at me, he was very angry and I was as usual apologizing for my mistake/s. Then I told him why not try to peep into the hall and at least see the car from far. He was not sure of the guards letting us even have a look at it and disappointedly shouted at me to get back to house. I literally dragged him towards the entrance from where we were driven some time ago by the guard/s who showed the way for main entrance.

We went closer to the door to hear a roar from somebody asking us not to enter. We told them that we will just peep in and not go inside. Looking at us one of them said that we were students and had come so expectedly hence we go. I couldn’t believe what he said for a moment and we both were more than joyful we thanked them more than once before entering the hall.

There was the machine, that was most talked about. We made a complete review of the new Tata Nano Prototype. Something that we saw only in TV channels was at live. We saw the car for quite some time till we got bored, and tried to capture the car in my camera which was broken then, (though functioned) till the battery fully drained. We had a look at other models, The Sumo Grande which was again a debut and tata’s AC bus to compete with Volvo and a weird car with a boat(don’t know what that is called, a thin catamaran like boat, Olympics can tell u what it is) over the roof- (probably the next generation water sport car at least to India).

Thanks to the guard who understood us, especially ME. Else back at home I could not imagine my state (Arindom would have eaten me alive – well if he was in my state, I would have). I forgot to mention one thing, we had a hall full of OLD / classy cars as well, those 1900 and 1800 cars, that was fun to watch. We could not see a lot of other models also. One advice, incase u have plans for auto show or anything of that sort, make sure u land there well before time, I mean real well before time, one can spend even a full day and find it insufficient to cover all the halls.

Mom - Dad - Sis - where are you ??

Lost (as) in Space !!

Ride "Tora Tora" was very New back then!

I was in 1st standard or so, that day was highly awaited by both me and my sister. We had plans to visit the Exhibition. Lights and fancies in the entrance blew out my mind. I could not believe "Tamukkam maidanam / Summer Palace grounds (Madurai - my native) " - which is usually a very dry and plain ground be turned to such a wonder and marvel !!

I had already lost in dreams even before entering the exhibition; we waited for the tickets in the queue. First few steps were too exciting; right from the water blower, (the kind one finds in marriage halls) to the buffoons and Mickeys – all were very interesting. We entered the hall were there were stalls. We passed the usual stalls of homeneeds, electronics, vacuum cleaners (new those days) to reach the purpose of the day – Games and Fun!!

There were specially designed halls and display stalls by the government, upon the public awareness (and children things!!). I enjoyed all those photos and explanation given by my father. From those halls, we exited to a place were the Giant Wheel invited us, there was a never ending queue for it, we proceeded. We purchased Ice creams and were dumb stuck at the new arrival for the exhibition – “TORA TORA”, one could have identified us as the “Ice Cream Family” (everybody had one in their hand). I was too much taken away by TORA TORA – it swiveled, rotated, and dizzied all those who were in it. I went closer to the rims near the ride, leaving my family behind and enjoying that ice cone. I saw the thing for almost 10 minutes – the screams that people made kept echoing in my ears – the fear and excitement on everybody’s face was very enjoyable. I too wanted to be in that, though that was too scary (would have got pissed for sure).

I was too much duped at it, after a long interval I looked behind to ensure my parents were waiting, SHOCK!! They were not there! Small boy I was – I was searching them near the ride, the place where we waited – no sign of them, I thought they could have gone to some eateries – I searched all the food counters, there were everybody except my parents and my sister. I ran in search of them, the entire stretch that we had crossed. I ran to all those Governments stalls, all those home needs, and all those electronics and was even recalled of “cotton candy I had with them” – while passing that counter. I had a feeling of being in an unknown world.

Then the Edison in me clicked – I got an idea of going to the scooter parking area, the then reasoning:”my father cannot go home unless he takes the scooter! ” -Eureka. I ran towards the exit like a mad dog, I ran grabbing everybodys attention. I just prayed only one thing "my father shouldn’t have fled the place with scooter" (of course in search of me!) – I feared I am lost and my photo will come in Doordarshan- the national broadcaster (heard of those “kaanamal ponavargal patriya arivippu” (tamil) – “those who are lost list”(English) – in TVs?). I was thinking of all unwanted possibilities of "what could happen if i lost them forever"(which ofcourse was too much of thinking - at that age u can't help).

I almost made to the exit, I saw those at the gates were taking back the tickets (probably checking) – scared one I was, had no tickets with me. I tried to become smart, I tried to exit the way from where people enter, guessing I could be spared of ticketless enterer and thrown out, which I wanted. I slowly went behind a few people marching towards the entrance. I heard somebody shout “thambi!.. thambi!…(hey boy !!.. hey boy!!)” I didn’t give a damn to it and was running away, then chased by the person who was shouting – it was the COP!! He asked me who I was and where my parents were? I was explaining him all that was possible by me. He was making note on my statements. Suddenly I ran, I ran from that place, the police who was making note on my statement ran behind, presuming I am trying to escape. I ran very fast, towards the direction from where I sensed a group of three was walking fast. I ran towards my mother who was marching as fast as she could, I ran towards my father who appeared worried of lost son, I ran towards my sister who was spying all around. I had a big hug from all three and could reach my parents well before the police could even near me.

Uuufffhhh ! A big sigh of relief!! I got a pat for the decision of going towards the parking!!! My father spoke to the police (I felt I am rescued from misery).

Incase u get lost in an exhibition, sure the idea of parking will be of use to you !!!!

Sunrise Glass !!

Street cricket - shop the target !

It was My bat and the oponents Ball !! I won - but why the shop lost ??

It was a fine afternoon during those usual summer vacation at school. Break from routine, break from waking up early in the morning and break from the homework that occupied most of our minds. Guess I had even completed the assignment they gave us to torture during the days we took granted for enjoyment. I heeded out for some fun now.

Cricket was into my mind, as the street cricket that most know it. I never intended to become any professional player, though a few times I had fantasized of being one. The team was set, guess the number of players?? There were only three - including me. Of the three, two by default became opponents and one was to field for both the teams, and bat for both the teams, he was a kid.

We tossed by the time tested way of tossing, wait! Not the usual coin toss, one keeps a small grain of sand in between the thumb and the index finger and rotates the hand well enough in the air for the other person to only guess if the grain existed or not, though the control of the toss is with the person who has the grain in his hand, the probability of winning the toss is almost equal.

He had the grain in his hand and did the ritual, I won the toss!! He annoyed me by asking me to repeat the same, I being elder to him agreed for it. The same was repeated, I won again and this time I was stubborn and made him accept that the luck favored me. It was a fashion those days for the person who wins the toss to opt for batting, and so was I interested. I played for quite some time, almost for an hour or so, and that game was played with partial test match rules, with field restrictions only on one side, and lost to his ball with a simple catch.

It was his turn now, he wasn’t tall as to his age (sure dwarf he was). For every ball that I put he managed to bring his entire body to rescue the stumps. I had in fact caught him more than twice, which he never accepted, even after prolonged debate on the same he never gave up. Again being generous I left him enjoy the bat, though he was “out” for more than 5-6 times before. Then I put the master ball, which hit the stumps right in the center, I felt relieved that I took his wicket, but that little erratum was not ready to accept his defeat, he claimed the ball was a throw, which was actually a twister that was too slow. I slammed him and was irritated to the core, and demanded that the ball which made me out was of the same kind. He readily gave up his batting and told me that he would repeat his bowling session; I then resumed the play from the score that was his target till before then. I was at the hell of my mind. I hit continuous “fours” and raised my score to good numbers, though a six was “out” in our street rules.

May be those “fours” and the dissatisfaction in the eyes of the losing opponent encouraged me to hit more of them, He put a slow ball, which I miss judged and hit hard, Alarm it was, a THUD sound, then a glass breaking sound, very loud, loud enough to wake the neighbors. There came out the shop keeper to find no one at all at the place where there was debates/noise/screams just before a few seconds. (Ref: we were playing right in front of the newly opened shop – he never objected us because that was our usual play ground – and the shop had survived almost 10 day till that day). I could hear him shout “who were playing?? Who were playing here? Come here, come here”, from the small grass herd that was opposite to my house where I had hidden. This time as if a Thief, as if a robber, I made small and quite moves and counting down “3 2 1” ran towards my home, that was in first floor in Coimbatore. I was very scared I told my mother the entire story, I found my sister more than happy to see her always troubling brother in trouble. I then wrote a letter of apology before my dad came home and as soon as he entered I gave him the letter and ran away. He read the letter and just gave an advice of being careful the next time while playing. Things settle more than easily than what I had expected at home.

Latter my mother settled with the shopkeeper and paid for the damages. Play area was sealed, they never let us play cricket in there again. Then changed the season from Cricketing to Shuttle!!

Thrill - Shock - Success alaast !!

School Project !!

I have a lot to speak on.. Was fun/adventure/experience of lifetime !!

Say the night before your scheduled demo, the main part of your project betrays you ?? and you go out with other two in the team- in rain - at night - without telling your guide, who had gone out somewhere leaving you behind at school- to search for not so common shop - "The aquarium" - to get the pump -in the evening beyond 8:00PM !!

Did I really make it ??

Sooon...

I call it difficult or fun ??

Early days in Bombay(Mumbai)

Hindi - I knew little - Tamil they knew the least - English "broken" !!

Sure My living in Bombay for over five years, had a big effect on me !! but in the beginning it was just horrible, till before being to bombay I was in madurai - a conservative, tamil city in southern tamil nadu - also known as The temple city of India.

soon..

pitiable state of colleges

The Cellular Ban

-stop exams - give up cloths, vehicles : to cellular phones in college.

Almost Everybody is against the ban of not using cellular phones in colleges. Yes ofcourse even I am against, the person who has put the rule is Dumb/is so subdued or pathetically bound to a myth that they could be misused, this is

1. As if, there can be suicides because of failing in examinations and hence exam and education be dropped !!

2. As if, the vehicles makes humans week causes polution and hence ban their use.

3. As if, to ban reproducing because the population of India is too much.

4. As if, to ban wearing cloths because certain materials are harmful.

5. As if, to ban talking to other gender which could have disturbing effects on a few.

6. As if, to give up computer - it harms the eyes and strains one.

.. and a lot more stupidity can be attached to it. Every technology has its good and bad sides, it is upto the people involved to use the good side and make rules and manage out the bad side/s.

=There can be ban of not using cell phones when class is being taken, but not its use in the campus.

=There can be ban of not taking photo without the permission of object(people), but not the ban on same.

=There can be warning on sharing unwanted files.

One has to think and go global !! Atleast use the national university as an example such as the IITs and decide accordingly - though the university sites the IITs as benchmark in many other fields it has failed to onlook them, at a technology that it teaches (Electronics and Communication).

I highly condemn the act of previous Vice Chancellor's(VC) decision of banning the cell phones and appreciate the current VC's use of cell phones with conditions of not operating them during class hours.

The university here refers to Anna University !!

well..... not inspired from Malice !!

Do I have GOD complex ??

- I dont deny completely !!

"God Complex - a state of mindset wherein one feels like GOD "

(nothing supernatural or concerned with religious and typical form of God nor about a state wherin one is mentally disturbed or thinks superior, as a few definitions claim - in 2nd stanza I elborate)

I believe there is no one in this world who is Great (Exclaim "!") - who is beyond - who is exceptionally "exceptional ". [GOD should be feeling like this... he is the creator if you believe in him, he is controlling you and every thing else in this world] I have a weird mind frame which does not let me appreciate the effort undertaken by someone to reach a stand in his/her life, instead I just feel they have done it because they have spent time on it, they have worked for it, or the situations had demanded it, so could anyone else do, if they did/wished. Though my general conceptual thoughts alert me on my thinking - I am helpless. It helps me and also ruins me. At the same time it doesn't mean that I totally neglect or ignore or underplay what one has achieved- I am not saying what they have done is stupid, just that anybody can do it (more importantly "I" can do it (god can do anything everything) ).One has to get what they deserve for what they have achieved - I am not against this. I also dont mean that I can do something miraculous like say, "a heart operation to someone tomorrow morning and after operation the patient survives !!" (though to some extent I believe I can - ha ha)

Whenever situations demand like say, a quarrel or a state where one is acting insensibly or when an action needs justification which is unacceptable etc., I take my reign of reference beyond humans, beyond their usual social rules and laws, beyond emotions and human sense of mind to a meticulously formulated state of reference, where I put myself in the state of God or more specifically to a state of very wide frame of onlook. What I mean is, I look at the situation keeping in mind the world, the nature and all other things. I think of animals, all other living beings and keep in mind their behaviour and outcomes, afterall Man(well even women.. he he) is an Animal, At this mind state/mind frame every thing appears small, every thing appears silly and every thing looks like stupid.

I doubt if I have conveyed this properly. Like for example, say somebody is behaving unruly, I dont go against them unruly just because it is offending me at that moment(no tit for tat I mean), Even if the person is dumb/weak/someone unimportant/someone who sounds too stupid or even be big/great/important - irrespective of what they are, I justify in me, their behaviour by relating it to the factual co-incidence that made him/her react in that sense- What I simply mean is that -a person goes unruly because the person feels going unruly is a requisite - at the same time I dont mean that I would go on and support a person doing wrong and keep justifying it, but I develop a mind state to that that height, to that extent to forgive the person even if his behaviour is highly unacceptible - Like a GOD !! I get a feeling that I surpass all such stupid, silly and at times idiotic issues - (though many take it serious) "I am Beyond the Bounds of all these"

I didn't mean that if someone is molesting a girl I will forgive him or justify the fact that his molesting is because of certain reasons, but rather use the four factor - "request(please)->question(why not do that?)->demand/warning(I want u to do)->force(attack)" - I know at situations like that, it looks highly justifiable to enter the state of force- something that an animal does - not a social animal(and not god), the only difference between an animal and social animal is the ability to think. Though he has the mind to think, he is sometimes overshadowed by the inner animal instinct. once u give a chance for the social part of him/her to let think - he/she would change - if not get to the second of the four factor and go on..I dont express or jump to a state of questioning right in the begining (as most do) nor lose hope in my request as 'I believe I cannot be wrong(unless someone disproves me), my thoughts cannot be wrong unless the person is adamant or illiterate to understand or I fail to convey him/her in a way they would understand' I am not like a few more short tempered people who go to the state of demand or warning and a few highly short tempered who go to the state of attack directly.

At times I disregard a whole group - a whole community- a whole society and think what I am is what it is. I have this God like - superlative character -It encourages me, gives me confidence and make me fear nothing - nothing at all in this world - including deamons, ghosts and gods for that matter. Sometimes this discourages by making me consider nothing worthwhile that can drag me to work toward it.

"Am empty mind is devil's workshop" - I have not formulated this when I am empty minded but has been in me from long. In a dilema of whether to change or change not.

Breaking my Brand new Camera

Cyber Shot - Shot !!! Brand New Sony CyberShot DSC - S650 Cracks !!!:(

It was probably the second use of a brand new digital camera that I had purchased, after a manual camera with which I had struggled till then.

With parents warning and advice on how to handle, I had carried the 7.2 Mega Pixels Digital camera, with me to Delhi. It was all PhotoShoot on the way in train, we tried to experiment the effect of light on to all possible crap, right from a dirty chappels to crowded station, trying to zoom into the vendor selling guava(may be Discovery's documentary was in our minds) to ailing old lady in remote village, we even tried to capture the speeding train on other tracks and had plans of making a full lenght movie of our journey.

Successfully we reached Delhi, had the camera used to its full potential, may be only a little less than maximum possible potent. It was time to get back to Chennai. We had just reached the New Delhi Railway station. I clicked the Last Snap on the Camera in its original Condition, Sunil Posing with his Family. The train started, we were in our seats. It was quite late in the evening, just a few minutes for the sun to set, we decided to buy a drink and snack, all three started towards the canteen (the pantry), while getting up from the seats, I had a thought of keeping it in the Zip (of bag), fearing Theft or may be lazyness or dont know what, I carried the camera with me. We went to the pantry, only to be driven away by those personnels - who were busy packing food, claiming it was dinner time and they would open the shop latter. In a hurry we were marching towards our berth, may be the speeding train changed tracks or may be some Electromagnetic force attracted me or may be my mind was captured by somebody or may be i lost balance due to mis balance in air pressure of the atmosphere.. weird.. some reason, i dashed the side berth of the pantry car, to hear a "creek", I guessed it right. It was My New Camera. I didn't investigate the camera but had made enough signs of the camera breaking to both my partners, until I reached the berth. I removed the camera, the metal portion of it which kissed my thigh was intact a sigh of relief (i was not aware of what i would see behind), I turned the camera to see exactly what I didn't want to see. The Glass of the screen was broken, I switched on the Camera to get the second shock, the LCD of the camera too was broken. (NOTE: the Digital camera has a covering glass and inside it the LCD.). I tried clicking the camera, lucky I was, the camera flashed, I tried that two to three times, and latter even It stopped functioning. With the Dead Camera with me, I quitely kept it back on the box, We were discussing on what to be done further. We were planning to Fix the camera without telling my Parents or atleast accessing the damage costs, within minutes I changed my mind, I realised It was an Accident and I need not fear to tell anything to my most loved ones in this world.

Well things were smooth at home, far smoother than what I had expected, I realised My parents understand me better. I enquired Sony Service for repair, I had those Service coupons, they calculated and brought a total cost of around 8000/- Rupees with one month service time.(Guys the cost of the Camera I Had purchased was 10,000/-) This was another Shock.

Then I had no option but to keep that camera as a showcase piece - something that my father had suggested in anger. I took the piece (DSC=S650) to Delhi on our second journey we made (for our Final year project). There I managed finding a Digital Camera service shop in Cannaught Place. They fixed my camera from parts of other broken camera/s - and charged me a sum of 2,400 /- and to replace the front glass cover of the model (DSC - s650 or DSC-s659) they charged me another 400/- rupees. A Total Sum of 2,800/- I spent - I paid - I wasted, Just because I ignored the shopkeepers advice of getting a cover, Just because I carried the camera without keeping it in its proper place (in the bag), Just because I was careless.

Atleast You Be !!

Jetsons - packup my Jet !!

Smart Materials- promising Future !! A car that at a press of a button gets packed in a suitcase and more..!!

Nothing that is imaginable by humans can be not possible...

I was introduced to a fantastic material at the Indian Institutes, Madras - the Smart Materials. I was dumb stuck at what the Future would be with such materials. Though such a revolution is Far away.. real far away.. could even be hundreds of years away.. One can be lucky to have a glimpse of even the prototype of such a marvel in their life..

yes.. the materials that are going to change the life we live - the materials that have memory. they are called the SMART MATERIALS - sure.. correctly named.

Man can imagine anything and everything. The feasibility is always possible - long long ago when Edison proposed that he was to invent an electrical lamp, everybody laughed at him looked at him as a fool, but then he proved all those people wrong.

I had felt the Newspaper, that they show in Harry potter series (movies), in which the characters in the picture appear to move (as in a video), as something impossible or atleast some big revolution to happen to bring such a thing to reality. The Plastic transistors which were proposed long before Harry potter series came out, are already being investigated to make such a thing possible. Such transistors will have high degree of flexibility and the newspaper or device of those things such as a keyboard will be highly flexible ie bendable/foldable etc.

Likewise, It was an Imagination of the artist/s (dont know the maker of Jetsons or could be any other person's idea before Jetsons (atleast I saw it first in Jetsons - so many Jet-sons.. huh ! )), in which the main character (Jetsons) lives in far future. He has his flying ship that gets packed as a briefcase at a touch of a button. I have always fantasied such ships. I have fantasied even flying cars.

Well how far is Such a thing ?? not far away:

The memory materials, which have the ability to retain the shape injected on them by certain methods like say intense heating, will remember those shapes for ever. Even if one disturbs the original shape, it can be brought back to how it was (originally) by partially heating or presurising or by chemicals or any appropriate method depending upon the alloy/s. The next advancement is the discovery of Dual memory devices, ie it can retain two shapes and would toggle between those two states depending upon the method of shape revival, for example, say a memory device has state 1 and state 2. Now say, it is deformed in such a way that it is neither in state 1 nor in state2. Now there could be a method of cooling that will drag the material to state 1, and method of heating that will drag the material to state 2(duality). Newer materials with more than two states are also being investigted that can act as more that one device !!!

Now what does this mean ? It means that something that I/We saw in Jetsons about that briefcase flying ship, is very much possible not only that, there are lot more advantages as well. Say, a Car meets with an accident, the shape of the car can be brought back to how it was before the accident (ofcourse the simpler and better solution would be to discover/invent hard material that will never deform in an accident - Until then..ahem).

Imagine! Even if it is wild! Imagine !

One day the world would see Your Imagination to reality - you get a chance to brag, whether u live in this world or may be in heaven/hell(it is okie if you don't believe in life after death.). !!

Imagination at WORK - Really !!

It is high time i say about my 10: 10 maniac

10: 10 - TEN TEN

some force trying to communicate from the unknown world ???? - errr

How many times have u come accross "10:10" in your life ?? well well.. ofcourse all the watches stand still at "10:10" (a few exceptions though). but what if time is "10:10" to you so often !! - *sometimes u enter the station - and happen to look at the digital clock displayed there-- the time changes from "10:09:59" to "10:10:00" - ?? *and say you ask your friend what the time is.. and he/she replys with a "10:10"?? * say you look at your watch, the time is just ticking "10:10"?? *what if you are watching your favourite news channel and accidentally u happen to see the time to be "10:10"?? *what if you are scraping or posting something in a public networking site and see the time of posting be at "10:10" ??????? these were just a few - i mean real few examples i gave that happens to me !! the TEN TEN maniac !!! dont know where it is gonna lead !!!!!

Though many times i have tried to convince myself that it is just a mere co-incedence - i cannot be convinced !! Could that be some STRANGE FORCE TRYING TO HINT ME ON THE IMPORTANCE OF "10:10" - it keeps me occupaid at times...

Surprise Surprising us !!!

"Dehradun Surprise" - Surprised US !! It was almost afternoon when we took a bus from Delhi Bus Terminus, to Reach Dehradun !! I was told that we would be in Dehradun by around 7hrs (I dont remember the exact duration). It was Me and Arindom rottening in the bus, almost the last seat. He told me that we could have boarded a better bus that could have been more comfortable - which made me presume that the journey will not be as good as I expected it to be. We had a plan - a prank(the Mission) We had not informed any thing about our arrival to Arindom's family(to give them a Surprise!!!).

On the way - there were fields, fields and more fields... I guess they were all Wheat or sugarcane or.. who knows - I am not that good in farming.. - well then, the main thing is that it was cold.. terribly cold.. I had never ever in my life of 20 years experienced such a harsh climate..(no wonder why North Indians are fair)..even the hottest summer is bearable - not such nerve breaking cold !!!

The site of most villages enrouting Dehradun appeared difficult, they differ a lot from a typical village in the south. There were quite a number of small towns that we had to cross, a thought of how my life would have been if I were to be a citizen of such a town/village, made me realise that I am blessed and gifted to what I really am.

We managed hearing a few hindi tracks on the radio channels of Delhi for around 1 or 2 hours. I was getting bored - couldn't sleep, I think I over slept before the journey. I passed my time exploring the unfamiliar engine that runs on Natural gas(ofcourse not literally - was experiencing vibration less journey of the clean fuel) - believe me people all the Autos(rikshaws) and buses run on natural gas in the capital (which came as a surprise to me), gazing at all people who got in and out of the bus regularly.

At one point of the journey, (a drama) - The Ticket checking inspector boarded the Bus and started checking the tickets from all the passengers - he caught around 5-6 people without tickets(ofcourse we had purchased our tickets) , who claimed that they had paid the money to the conductor and it was the conductor who didn't give them the tickets. The Bus was stranded for around 30 mins, all the passengers demanded the bus be not stoped any more. The Inspector had no choise but to let the bus go, He took the Details of conductor and reprimanded him.

It was mostly plains and a little of ghat road in the end(which I didn't like - I love mountains but not travelling in a bus on the curves). We had to cross few(around 1 or 2) tunnels as well. I had felt that the destination would be atleast 1 hour away, to my surprise the bus ceased and I got releaved of tiring bus journey, Arindom reacted late and recognised the bus stand. I was at shock, I had a feeling that I was in some Hilly tourist place. I was smoking frosty air (fumes in my breath - ha).

[For those who want to get to fact directly- READ HERE]

It was quite late, around may be 10:00 PM (not sure of time, but late at night). We were thinking of what to do for dinner, Arindom invited me to dine at home, but I insisted that his parents didn't know of our arrival and it would become difficult for his mother to cook at night and at such a harsh climate. We then searched for a toilet, for which one had to walk a few hundred meters in to the bus stand shed, the freezing temperature was so harsh that I felt It(censored) will turn to ice, the bus journey kept us warm all the way(the engine heat) - while travelling I even had the feeling of sitting on the engine to warm myself up - ha ha.

After refreshing ourselves, we heeded to a Tandoor shop, near the bus stand, we had hot roti's and some dal (Arindom should know the name) - already I was hungry, and the good hot food was the cure. We were now prepared to make the march. I asked Arindom to call his parents and tell them that we would reach their home the next day afternoon, he spoke to his brother (who seemed to laugh). Arindom predicted that his brother has come to know about the plan. We then called Sunil to know more, he told us that he has revealed every thing to Arindoms parents - err.... er... all the plan that we had made was in vein. We hired a Share Auto (they call it - "some crazy name i dont remember-- yeah yeah.. VIKRAM - (not tamil actor anyway)"), to reach a bus stop, and from there we took a bus to reach the mighty FRI (Forest Research Institute) campus. There Arindom's brother was waiting with his machine, we were two in number, he took all the luggage with him (I have faint rememberence of what happened then) and we ran behind- to reach the home (I think I was in the scooter.. what ever...), Arindom's parents received us.. it was such a happy moment for Arindom and me too, to get into home and save myself from frosting my fingers due to scooter ride (most daring thing is to ride a scooter in winter at dehradun). There was fire place were there were coal (charcoal). It warmed us, I had a sigh of relief and enjoyed the hot glass of milk that Arindom's mother made. And retired that day under lots of rugs and sheets over me on the bed(forgot to mention the water bag).

Not exactly caught by the Cops - that night !!

Riding the Police Bike !! Movie at night - ride unwanted - destination beach - cops chase (ofcourse not literally) they stopped - and then............ (soon)

We had been to a Night Show Cinema at Ega Theatre, Kilpauk, Chennai. After enjoying the movie named Jannat (which is romantic - Blackmail), We were out discussing our plans for rest of the night, well actually morning (after 23:59 - it becomes 00:00hrs next day). We rode in bikes over the bridge opposite Ega and on the way decided to hit the beach, we hoped we could enjoy cool breeze in the shore. It was me, Bharani and Sunil as the pilots in three bikes that were roaring fast, no no Flying Slow (sorry - copied from a car). We had just passed the Ayykar Bhavan, where I was warning Sunil of riding bike without license, which he ofcourse never bothered and sped up under the Anna Flyover (Also known as Gemini Flyover). Shock was waiting right after the flyover, something made us slow, dead slow, we sited a police check point, Sunil was enquiring if we were to turn and fled the place, Which We decided to drop and surrender. The police made us get down and demanded License, RC and Insurance etc., Of the three jets two had all the papers including the . The third vehicle had none of them - The person Who had neglected my worry sometime before, Sunil was the victim. The police had found their pray for the night. They were asking us to surrender the vehicle to the police station and asked us to bring all the documents (which were resting in the room) and claim the same with an apology letter latter. We were running behind them and were getting used to their usual shift. The two cops who had caught us, kept us waiting, while they were doing their routine checks on alcohol/suspision to all the vehicles that were passing by the deserted Mount Road.

They had also managed catching an IT professional, riding a Car who was under moderate alcohol. He too was begging the police the way we were trying to, and somehow he managed to convince one of the police to be with him on the car ride, to show that he was alert enough to ride back home without an accident.

Taking advantage of our situation the police made us to move the barracks(the separators) away from the main road, to ease the traffic flow for the busy day to follow and wanted us to ride a Bike of theirs(of the person who had gone with the IT guy) back to the police station.

He asked Sunil to get into the Police Jeep, but latter made Arindom to get into the Police jeep(which he must have surely disliked - though he latter bragged to be the Real DON), this was because he had told the police that he does not know to ride the bike which he actually does (and even has a license) to avoid further trap by the police of letting Sunil to drive though we had one with proper license with us. He made me to ride the COPS BIKE - YELLOW in color (Model CENSORED - he he), What a Feeling it was - We all were enjoying every moment of that time - FUN ULTIMANTUM, I must say - A POLICE FOR A SHORT RIDE. Sure Arindom should have felt too bad to be in the Police Jeep like an Arrested Culprit, he too made himself confortable, and was posing as SRK from inside the jeep, which we were following, this time four bikes following the jeep. Three were ours and one was the inspector's, who had gone with that IT professional, which I was riding and on the other bikes were Lokesh, Sunil and Bharani.

We reached the police station and parked our vehicles outside. It was probably the second time I was to enter a Police station (the first time it was for Passport verification). There was an ATE (not the past tense of eat - dont know the exact spelling - but in films it sounds "ate" -just now Dad said it is Head constable (head ayya becomes "ate"ayya in tamil.. ha haa)), in the station. We were made to wait inside the change room near the Culprit's Cell (the Jail), on a long dining bench. Nobody could believe that we are inside a police station. The constable asked us to feel comfortable and switched on the television kept there for entertainment ["we VIPs"], well latter the constable regreted that the cable feed was not available (we did forgive him for the betraying TV !! he hee - did we guys ?)!! Then the "ASK" rocked again with photo session and laughter challenge (well refer my project blog titled "the ASK phobia") in front of the police station (we dare the most daring things - we were never sad at such a pathetic condition and still enjoyed).

Later the Inspector visited the station, He sure was surprised to find his station crowded, and after knowning us he begged us for an interview. Questions were never bounded, right from interesting questions about our residence which gave the ambience - the atmosphere that made, these brilliant talented engineers - to - EVERY THING..There was never an adultly interview of revealing the colour of our briefs anyway (the known will understand better!! ha ha isnt Guys ??).

Should say the Police station was quite active. There was a vigilance personnel visiting the station, who was some superior officer. I felt the Tamil nadu Police department was good enough (a few claim they near scotland yard - ha ha)!!

We soon became friend of a constable, who narrated his story of why he couldn't become an engineer like us (which we were not in a mood to listen- and were bored). He cracked a few jokes which was soothing. He adviced us not to travel at night because it becomes risky with all the trucks and other heavy vehicles owning the road at such times. He tried to explain the way back to our home - which I hardly understood, I just nodded my head, and bid him good bye.

It was ultimately a pleasurable experience and I guess a never forgettable one. If one would ask me 'whether I would go to a police station for filing a complaint ?' my answer would be Yes - atleast the police station were I had gone was friendly and co-operative.

The way back home was memorable - with blank roads all over, the bikes thronged fast. It was sunil with me and others in other bikes, we split in anna nagar, they took other route. We spent some time searching them and then decided to get back home as soon as possible to avoid any further confrontation with police.

We Zooooooooooooomed ........