Flashback

Yestday had a long phone conversation with a friend who is in a foregin country.This friend is one of them whom I can always declare that has same taste as I have "Birds of same feather" and "we flok together".We were taken back down the memory lane....

Flashback

Engineering second semester holidays and after every even semesters we have a long vacation.So me and my friend planned our vacation.First half of the vacation, we both will spend at my place and rest few days at her place.As we both belong to two different cities which are very contrast.We enjoy a lot at my place,every evening visit to beach,learning car driving which am still not very confident in.Days past by then it was time to go her place.Its a semi Metropoliton city crowded and all time busy...we were enjoying every moment of the holiday.One day her mom asked both of us to come with her for a concert.We were all excited by the mere word "Concert".But then she suffixed the word with "Carnatic Music Concert".This made us frown as we could not even say NO....The singer was my friends aunt.I went with a hope that aunty would sing more songs rather than spending more time for elaborate exposition of a raga, which is the done thing in Classical music concerts. My reasoning was here the audience would be more diverse ranging from swines like me & my friend to savants of Carnatic music and she'd aim to please us all. To my mild surprise, the audience were knowledgeable (not counting myself and my friend) and demanding as well. They wanted the detailed rendition of a raaga more than once.
Per audience demand, my friend's aunt did a detailed rendition of two raagas and added to them, some kritis, bhajans and before one knew the concert went for 4 hours.To my big surprise I enjoyed the entire concert. I can't recognize a raaga for the life of me. Still I was in thrall to the divine music.Aunty brought the concert to a close with a very moving song.

It was my friends aunt's birthday. So at the end, the audience in one voice (very strong voice) sang "Happy Birthday" to her and also provided a strong proof as to why she is the singer and the audience are , well, the audience.LOL......

Book Review

Sometime back, on a boring weekend I strolled in Crossword and bought a book on impulse. And ever since then I had a struggle finishing it. It is a book on Riemann Hypothesis, one of the seven unsolved problems which carry a prize tag by the Clay Institute of Mathematics.

Wait, before I go any further, I anticipate the question what the heck I'm doing reading a book on mathematics and that too a book on one of the unresolved problems. Also, people who know me would wonder what in this world made me, a dunce when it comes to mathematics, take up this book.

The book by Karl Sabbagh gives a layman level intro to the Riemann hypothesis. Don't ask me to explain the hypothesis. I've read it but I cannot lecture on it. It's all for intelligent nodding, remember? I am not supposed to spout formulae. Well, the reason I purchased it because, three years back, I chanced upon a book on Fermat's theorem and how the Fermat Theorem was proved by Andrew Wiles. That book by Simon Singh (if I remember correctly, I am not sure) went at a blistering pace, the narrative similar to a thriller fiction. That made me buy this book and I then found that this book doesn't have the same pace, but still okay. Actually this book narrates the history behind the hypothesis and the ongoing struggle to prove or disprove the hypothesis interestingly.

The Riemann Hypothesis, if true, proves that there is a rule for generating the prime numbers, the building blocks of all other numbers. At the moment it cannot be proved that such a rule operates. The distribution of prime numbers in the long list of whole numbers do not fit to any pattern and look random.

But Bernhard Riemann identified a mathematical function, now called the Riemann zeta function which is a sum of series whose expression involves complex numbers. This Riemann zeta function generates an infinite set of numbers called the zeroes of the function which describe the prime number distribution. Too abstract, atleast for me.The book assumes that the reader is pretty ignorant about Mathematics, which is fine by me for the most part.

But at times the author takes this too far when he explains what a numerator and a denominator are! I recommend this book for readers like me, once badly bitten (by mathematics) but not shy.

Title: The Riemann Hypothesis-The Greatest Unsolved problem in Mathematics

Author: Karl Sabbagh

Publishers: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, NY.

PS:- one more reason for picking this book was the movie "The Beautiful Mind" (on mathematics)

Metallica.....

"He tries to please them all

This bitter man he is

Throughout his life the same

He's battled constantly

This fight he cannot win

A tired man they see no longer cares

The old man then prepares

To die regretfully

That old man here is me

What I've felt What I've known

Never shined through in what I've shown

Never be Never see

Won't see what might have been

What I've felt What I've known

Never shined through in what I've shown

Never free Never me

So I dub thee unforgiven "

- Metallica

Jai Hind.......

Jai Hind.
So, if you are Indian, and still wondering what the 'Jai Hind' is for, shame on ya! Look at the calendar, exclaim "Oh, its republic day" and then hang your head in shame. Boo!
If you did remember the occasion, good on ya!
If you not only remembered the occasion, but also woke up early enough to sing the anthem during the flag hoisting, and partake of free breakfast, extra brownie points for you. (Allow me to digress here, but *what* is the kannada equivalent for 'brownie points'? Baksheesh!:)

I am thinking about....

When,Where and Which master's degree I should do.To do or not to,is no longer a question.I agree that I use to complain about studies all through my student life.. but I think I enjoyed studying.And you can call me a geek for that LoL :)
Yea.....the direct result theory which i explained in my previous post "Redefining".

There is a lots to write.I have been away from my scribble pad for the whole week,so there is loads to fill on you....
This week was hectic..... spending more than 10 hrs in office is not something very exciting I must say....At the beginging of this year I had decided on something which always was a dilemma.
Study or Work????
I got my answer..or I must say I myself answered my question with some help ofcourse...
I have decided to do both...this will teach me something valuable....
Yea...Time Management Ofcourse.....
I have decided to begin with something, which will be less hectic as studying was something which was bid farewell after my graduation...Have planned to do some certification which will give me confidence to go ahead....
Now I guess, you people gotta know why I said...

"Save the congratulations, wish me luck instead"
in my earlier post....

Accomplishment..(Mission 2 yrs)

Today, I complete 2 years at my job. Dont bother with questions on where and what I work as. Details are not important. Suffices to say I am a Oracle Apps consultant, and I am happy right now, that I chose this job in the Jan of 2006, when I could have taken up a very tempting offer in the System Side Domain.
When I had made the decision, I wondered if I would ever look back and wonder... or regret. But regardless of other regrets in life, I can very comfortably say, this was one of the best decisions I made. At times, I have loved my work. At times, I've hated it. But surprisingly, work isnt the first thing that comes to mind when I think of this Company(it will never be) and my 2 years here. It is undoubtedly, the people.
The friends I made at our month-long training sessions. Some I am still in touch with, some I am not. But that doesnt take away from the wonderful 2 months spent in their company. Some of them have appeared at strange places and strage situations in my life, and I am thankful for that. I worked under many managers and projects. And I wont comment on them or their way of work. All I am thankful for them, is the opportunities they gave me. The things they let me do. The places they let me go. Some were one of the shrewdest people I know, I have learnt more about diplomacy from them than anyone else. My colleagues here. And as cheesy as it sounds, some of them are my very close friends now, rather than just colleagues. 2 years in this team, learning, knowing, working. Meeting people. Seeing them come, seeing them go.
Change of colleagues. Change of bosses. Change of projects. Change in me.

Well, it is time, to move on.

Save the congratulations, wish me luck instead :)

Being Lazy...The Luxury

Whatever I do, these days, I find an undercurrent of thought always,meandering about the topics i could blog on.

I lay down half-awake, half-asleep today morning, and I realised there's nothing like lying in the bed. I snuggled inside the blanket.

oh, what a luxury!!!!!!

However deep you sleep, it's nothing compared to lying inside the blanket awake. And if it's a bit cold it's all the more better. Then I'd curl up inside the blanket covering me like a cocoon. Come weekends and there's nothing like rolling in bed till say 11 A.M. Semi-awake, muffled outside sounds filtering in, but not loud enough to disturb my dreams....aaAh...This is bliss! Not everybody gets to enjoy, the luxury of waddling in bed wrapped by a blanket, I know.

Few of my friends,hav to catch thier office cab early morning for work and has to start at 6 AM or 7 AM everyday, five days a week.I easily irritate them by just mentioning, "I awake up only at 9AM".

Hmm... Hope I don't cause such emotions inpeople reading my blog!

Speaking Tree!!!!

"Many people believe love is a sensation that magically generates when Mr. or Ms. Right appears.
No wonder so many people are single."
LoL....

Hmmmm...

I said...

I want Change,and I did something about it.Whether it will turn out for the better or worse,I dont know.But I know I am ready for it.

Scribbling....

A scream rises
from the depths of my inside,
gathering steam on the way
and yet
when it reaches
its moment of fulfilment
I cant find the voice
to shout it out.To let it out.
Or the will, perhaps,
to lend a word to it?
Disappointed,
it quietens
and waits within me
for another time,
another day,
when it will rise again.
Perhaps.


They tell me
my life is in my hands.
In the lines
of my palm maybe?
The mish-mash of them.
Like a web
they hold my future
and apparently,
my past.
My secrets, my history.
I clench my palms
even tighter,
trying hard to hold on to
my life.
Yet when I open them
the lines have escaped.
Like the steam that escapes
a scream, before it becomes
A scream.

Trifle Yet Important........

I believe that the right make-up and dazzling ear studs can always compensate for a bad-hair day.Hehehehe

I believe that balck and white is and will always be the most sexiest colors.

I believe that being good looking and looking good are two seperate things and are never inter-dependent

I believe that people who tell me that I think too much are actually fooling themselves.Ignoring your thoughts does not make it disappear.

I believe that you can be jolted into reality only by people who are not close to you.Because this reality check is accompanied by hurting of ego and between good friends,you never really give much thought to your ego.

I believe my true friends are the one who can hurt me,upset me but not anger me.

I believe that I lied when I said we must contribute to our society by paying tax.I did my first big contribution today and honestly I did not feel happy,at all. :)

Somewhere............

Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would be nicer to me.

Not because you would be a better person,

but because you would realise that goodness deserves goodness.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would not push me.

Not because you would be less stubborn,

but because you would realise you have already pushed me far enough.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would not hurt me.

Not because you would care for me more,

but because you would realise that I dont deserve the pain.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, you would be a more mature person.

Not because your immaturity bothers me,

but because you would be a happier person being mature.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, you might begin to value people.

Not because they will be there for you,

but because you will miss them when they arent.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will be a stronger person.

Not because I regret being sensitive,

but because I realise they arent mutually exclusive.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will not get pushed.

Not because I am weak today,

but because you mistake my softness for naivity.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will still get hurt.

Not because I cant remedy that,

but because I dont want to change my heart.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will not take maturity for granted.

Not because I have too much of it,

but because I know you have too little.

Somewhere, in a parallel world, I will value those who value me.

Not because the others dont deserve the care,

but because they dont know what it is to care back.

And all I can hope for, is that some time, in this world, we can still be who we are, and still be happy.

Never run out of frends....

Thought of writing about this a week before..but some other posts took the priority...

There were days when I used to run away from my friends to stay alone(Well scary days).

But things have changed in the recent past...I have become a complete social animal...its scray again....LoL...

Christmas is a festival which is the occassion to count blessings..And it is a blessing, isnt it,when you thought you would be alone on christmas eve because all your friends are travelling and all of a sudden a friend called up to make dinner and movie plans. I like this life-where you never run out of friends.Thanks G and A for awesome company over dinner and movie.

Safari of Thoughts....

Recently am blogging too much,these posts have pushed me on the walk down the memory lane.Huge quantity of memory have been taken from the cold storage of my brain and placed on the counter of the thaw.Random memories,random thoughts I picked whatever came into my hands.Without looking,without thinking....coz i never knew what my appetite right now demands...

Experiences from past fried and served.Crisp.Garam Garam....

Guess what am still hungry...For more....

Bas Yaadein

Yaadein Yaadein reha jaathi hai...

kuch chhoti baatein,

Baatein reha jaathi hai...

Bas Yaadein...

A New Begining....

Like everyone else, let me begin this year with wishing all of you...

"A very happy new year".

One more thing I have to do is thank a few of my frends for being with me through all my ups-n-downs of the past year....

Thanks a ton buddies.....muuuaaahhhh...Love u all...

I don't do new year resolutions.I don't set goals.In a way,new year for me,is just another excuse to have fun,a time to change the calender.But this time its a little different.

This time,I want to start afresh.This time,I want new beginings.

'2007' passed away on the stroke of 31st December.2007 will be greatly missed for all the joys it gave me.12 months...12 memories and many more.Eye-openers,good or bad still eye-openers.

I regret to inform you that some parts of me have left us forever.They have left their siblings for me to keep for-time-being.I hope those parts rest in peace.

Some trust was lost.Some faith was gone.Some traits were dead.Some 'me' I left.

Some griefs were chased.Some friends were made.Some dreams died.

And so did I.

Some clarity I got.And in the process,some innocence I lost.

Somethings I realised.Somewhere.I was.Starry-eyed.

Sometimes I cry.

I want...my piece of sky.