<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:18:16.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pot Pourri</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit of "this" and a little bit of "that" makes the perfect pot pourri</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-8107667214107748610</id><published>2008-12-02T22:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:20:30.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Capital punishment (no change in perspective)</title><content type='html'>It has been more than two years since I made my last posting on this strong subject. Today, reviving this back after a long spell has been nothing less than a satire on the human race. Capital punishment for those harbingers  of terror needs no empathy from even the Almighty. Such simians are either wrong creations or right creations tread into the wrong path. They are weeds in the garden of life that needs to be ripped out out from time to time. Failing to do so would only mean to watch the fauna and flora of human life fade into a mirage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly feel that unless we put our foot down and prove it to the world that excercising capital punishment will not be debated under compelling circumstances, such incidents tend to rise up. We should not be reticent to crack the whip if push comes to shove. This is a time where we have not been just shoved, but quite literally jettisoned our peaceful and harmonious life out of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-8107667214107748610?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/8107667214107748610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=8107667214107748610&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/8107667214107748610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/8107667214107748610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2008/12/capital-punishment-no-change-in.html' title='Capital punishment (no change in perspective)'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115607294147226847</id><published>2006-08-20T16:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:52:21.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Capital Punishment</title><content type='html'>I was reading yesterday's newspaper and one of the "small" time news was about some village where the punishment for a rapist was to be beaten with shoes and apologize to the victim and their family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time, the whole concept of rape is being underplayed in our country. There were and are scores of such cases where the issue is not even considered an act of wrong-doing, leave alone a sin. I wonder, if cruel treatment and hard core harsh punishments to the guilty would make a difference in our society. And increasingly, I feel this is the only way to go in order to put an end to the hardships that women face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital punishment is the ONLY way to go. It should not be something as simple as putting the guilty individual to a permanent rest. The way to his death should not be any less painful than what he had inflicted on a woman. For example, stripping the guilty naked, smearing honey on him and lettin big red ants to kill him in a slow and painful way wood be a good punishment. Every scream and shout, plead for mercy should be shown LIVE in all the leading channels and everyone should watch and read about the punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instilling FEAR is the best way to curb such criminal activities. Human rights have no room here. In fact, it is for the very protection of such human rights, that we will have to have these punishments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone feels that the punishment is quite harsh, the choice is theirs. You don't rape, you don't face the axe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115607294147226847?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115607294147226847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115607294147226847&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115607294147226847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115607294147226847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/08/capital-punishment.html' title='Capital Punishment'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115598424923373612</id><published>2006-08-19T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:14:09.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten bucks and me</title><content type='html'>Bearing the non-summer heat and commuting the usual jam packed roads of Bangalore on a Saturday morning wasn't making the weekend look any pleasant. But when one has the Hobson's choice, it is best to stop fretting and fuming about it and try to wrap up the task at hand at the earliest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the way to office and in one of the rare occasions, riding, meandering through the thick smoke and blaring horns. While waiting in one of the numerous traffic lights, I noticed a old man on the opposite side of the road, standing (rather trying to stand) in the pavement, seeking alms from the passersby. It is not a rare phenomena to find people begging, but something about this man drew my attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sorry state of his lifeless legs and his constant struggle to maintain his stability would beg for sympathy from anyone and everyone. Probably in his early 60's, life was refusing to go easy on him. I don't know if he has a family, food, shelter or anything worth calling a possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to help him, but wasn't sure how. I never am sure when it comes to such things and before I think more, I ward of such thoughts saying, there isn't much I can do about such things. The traffic light turned green and it was time for me to take the 'U' turn. I did that and started moving towards the man. He sensed the fact that I was slowing down and quickly limped to the edge of the pavement, hoping to get a rupee or two. There was lot of expectation, hope and despair in his eyes. I picked up a ten rupee note from my purse, gave him a warm smile and told him to take this. He was not just happy, but jubilant. A moment, I was happy for him. He thanked me and got back to his job and I just moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 rupees will not even fetch a square meal today, but it was something that I wanted to do and I did. I thought about the man for a while, but the more I did, the more frustrating it was.  I didn't want to think anymore. I can't make a difference to him or many others like him. This is me and I shall be one in the crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115598424923373612?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115598424923373612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115598424923373612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115598424923373612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115598424923373612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/08/ten-bucks-and-me.html' title='Ten bucks and me'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115472295971104727</id><published>2006-08-05T01:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:52:39.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Topics which have more meat!</title><content type='html'>One of my friends recently commented on my blog saying that it was too dry and there aren't any topics that has some substantial stuff to chew on (like meat?). So I was wondering what could be topics that would evoke interest or arouse the curiosity of a person to read more from a blog. Some of the points that came from the top of my head are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Controversial topics (definitely a sure shot way of evoking interest in reading and responding)&lt;br /&gt;2) Funny topics (quite a broad category, but anything that can tickle the funny bone)&lt;br /&gt;3) Disparaging topics (I don't think I will ever get into this space though!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Introspective/Questionable topics (like my friend in his recent past made a post, "What is the purpose of life"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ordered them in a priority fashion, but just jotted down as they came to my mind. If someone can provide more specific topics, those are most welcome to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, if the stuff we write has the correct verbiage, it  will definitely make an impression on the reader. More than "what" we write, it is probably "how" we write matters the most (I for instance, definitely have a long way to get there!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115472295971104727?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115472295971104727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115472295971104727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115472295971104727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115472295971104727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/08/topics-which-have-more-meat.html' title='Topics which have more meat!'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115439331403128955</id><published>2006-08-01T06:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:18:34.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Savor this!</title><content type='html'>Bisibelle bhat with fried cashews and ghee drippig all over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate pancakes dipped in chocolate sauce with lots and lots of whipped cream and chocolate chips on the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badam Kheer prepared ONLY with almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey dipped oats and deep fried almonds, pistachio and cashew toppings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot Halwa with excessive ghee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortillas filled with baked potatoes and cheese sauce on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghee and Cheese Masala Dosa with Sambar prepared in ghee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crispy doughnuts filled with strawberry creme, sugar glazed and chocolate toppings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what is common amongst all this and why I am mentioning it here, there is only one reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE these items and could kill to get hold of one or many. Anything with the words, cheese, ghee, butter or chocolate would be no less inviting to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the dessert, it is Tiramasu and Dark chocolate with dripping honey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115439331403128955?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115439331403128955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115439331403128955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115439331403128955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115439331403128955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/08/savor-this.html' title='Savor this!'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115379669918013892</id><published>2006-07-25T08:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:34:59.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Livermore Temple, California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1420/383/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1420/383/320/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to visit this temple for a long time (4 years!) and finally got a chance to do that (thanks to my buddies). The temple is located in a very quite residential area in Livermore, 40 odd miles from San Jose, California. The temple houses most of the Hindu Gods under a single roof. This is the first time I am inside an air-conditioned temple! It was quite a scene inside with all kind of folks offering various prayers to the residing deities. There were all the young Indian kids learning the Indian/Hindu culture, practicing the hymns and a lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line for me; it felt really good to be in a temple. Had some good home made food (as 'prasadam') and finally hit back home in the burning summer of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the temple view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115379669918013892?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115379669918013892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115379669918013892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115379669918013892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115379669918013892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/07/livermore-temple-california.html' title='Livermore Temple, California'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115359323532862526</id><published>2006-07-23T00:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:03:55.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being the lesser mortal</title><content type='html'>How does it really feel to be the lesser mortal? Honestly, it sucks! It is just plain unfortunate that some one has to go through such a situation, but when it is forced on you, it becomes really horrible. I can't go more on this for certain resaons, but truly wish that incidents where one has to feel so, remains to be a thing of past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115359323532862526?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115359323532862526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115359323532862526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115359323532862526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115359323532862526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-lesser-mortal.html' title='Being the lesser mortal'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115346829830542049</id><published>2006-07-21T13:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:21:38.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trespassers will be recruited</title><content type='html'>I used to ridicule &lt;a href="http://memorylanes.blogspot.com"&gt;Sai&lt;/a&gt; that his company is one that takes in folks in such huge numbers that it is only possible if you have a placard in front of the gate reading, "Trespassers will be recruited"! The state of affairs just a year back was that there were just a handful of companies who were recruiting in masses. In the recent past, I am seeing almost every company seems to be in a recruitment spree, hiring folks left, right and centre, that I started wondering if it has really become true today that if you are trespassing within a company's territory, they just pull you and make you an employee. The veracity of this statement can probably be validated by some on who is hunting for a job, or being hunted for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, X is ready to offer a salary of N with some kick ass work. It sure sounds interesting! Was there a calendar invite asking for a one-on-one? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115346829830542049?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115346829830542049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115346829830542049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115346829830542049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115346829830542049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/07/trespassers-will-be-recruited.html' title='Trespassers will be recruited'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115343627246672190</id><published>2006-07-21T04:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:27:52.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the "world" of America</title><content type='html'>This is just my third visit to the so called "land of opportunities" (no denyin that) and I am already too tired and bored of this place. I am sure half the world will scorn at me for saying this, but honestly, I don't feel the radiating presence of life and energy here. Things are just so artificial here, right from a "Good Morning" to the "Good Day"! Thankfully, I am not a loner stuck in this place, have enough and more friends and less time to catch up with everyone, but still I am unable to connect myself to this place. I have been having this feeling not just about this time (I know folks would love to associate different rationale behind my feelings here), but this is how it has been for me since the first time. I agreed to give my self the benefit of doubt and gave me a couple of more chances, but the feeling or intensity of being the fish out of the water has only grown ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I love it back in my place where there are folks to take care of all if not most of your needs. There are lot of dependencies but still it is not easy to not lose your independence there (something that is considered a priced possession here)&lt;br /&gt;I could go on with an endless list of why things are better back home and I could get more than one counter list for each of mine, but that's a topic I would be willing to fight when I am more in control of my senses (5 rounds of vodka?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will listen to a few more "Hail Mary" statements and look forward to go back and hear "Kadavulee Ithu Enna Soothanai"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115343627246672190?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115343627246672190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115343627246672190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115343627246672190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115343627246672190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-world-of-america.html' title='In the &quot;world&quot; of America'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115343492106818382</id><published>2006-07-21T04:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:05:21.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Film scores on Yahoo</title><content type='html'>Off late I've been listening to a lot of film scores on Yahoo music. It is definitely wonderful to see Yahoo including such a channel as part of the music offerings. There are wonderful scores of music that you never hear mainly because it is a background music or more often than not, it is the one that is played towards the end of any movie (predominantly International ones) where if you are watching a movie in a theatre, you just walk out ones the cast of appearance starts on the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many a big hits from Jurassic Park, LoTR, MI-II and the more recent ones like Memoirs of Geisha that are constantly played in this channel and each of them are definitely worth a ear(two if you like :) ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115343492106818382?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115343492106818382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115343492106818382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115343492106818382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115343492106818382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/07/film-scores-on-yahoo.html' title='Film scores on Yahoo'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-115029477300476245</id><published>2006-06-14T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:33:22.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An alternative to Indian Cricket</title><content type='html'>The hoopla around Indian cricket, especially about the cricketer has been so much that many of the folks today have forgotten our great national game-Hockey.  Hockey appears nowhere in the discussion of sports within India. I will not be surprised if a 5 year old kid talks about Sachin Tendulkar's batting prowess or the number of wickets Anil Kumble has been piling up in his career. The kids will probably start believing that our national game is Cricket! What a shame! Honestly how many of the folks know Dhanraj Pillai? With the exception of the knowledgeable few, others will ask, Dhanraj who? That is unfortunately the sorry state of affairs.Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the brighter side of things, there is equal if not more hoopla about soccer in the recent days. Looks like the whole country is getting excited about soccer, everyone wants to watch it, play it, talk about it all the time and definitely yearn be part of the world cup one way or the other. If we can take any cue from all the passion and enthusiasm, maybe it is high time we start thinking about a serious soccer team representing India. Gone or the days when we were rejected a place in the soccer because we couldn't play with our shoes on. Given the right focus and the coaching, we can form quite a strong team to find a place for ourselves in the near future world cup soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we achieve such a great task, will soccer turn out to be an alternative to Indian cricket? I can't wait for the alternative to take shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-115029477300476245?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/115029477300476245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=115029477300476245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115029477300476245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/115029477300476245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/06/alternative-to-indian-cricket.html' title='An alternative to Indian Cricket'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-114983635916645678</id><published>2006-06-09T10:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:29:19.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do you know the purpose of your life?</title><content type='html'>If you do, then take a minute off to explain it to my friend &lt;a href="http://xavierroy.com/journal/2006/06/purpose-of-life"&gt;Xavier &lt;/a&gt;who is being haunted with this question in the last 24 hours :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we just had a small discussion on this over chat, the excerpt of which I have pasted below(my two cents worth of what I feel can be found in here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: See my recent post&lt;br /&gt;Srini: hang on&lt;br /&gt;Srini: holy freak&lt;br /&gt;Srini: such questions are considered sacrilegious in our lives &lt;br /&gt;Srini: certain things are too be consumed not confronted with!&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: so Can you link to that post asking your readers to post their views at my site &lt;br /&gt;Srini: ooh yes..I can..will do it&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: Many people just live life without asking what is the purpose of life.&lt;br /&gt;Srini: I don't think thatz true&lt;br /&gt;Srini: everyone does ask the question..but hardly does one find a convincing answer&lt;br /&gt;Srini: and just because folks don't get a convincing answer, no one wants to think too deeply about it&lt;br /&gt;Srini: btw, a purpose need not be a very high level complicated stuff and sth that should be world renowned and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: But waht is it you are aiming for&lt;br /&gt;Srini: it can be as simple as fulfilling our duties as a son, as a father, as a good employee, as a good citizen and above all as a good devotee!&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: so can it be simpleified as lead a good life&lt;br /&gt;Srini: yes..it definitely can be&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: I am looking for personal experiences&lt;br /&gt;Srini: but it can be equally a subjective opinion&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: it is a kind of self-examining question&lt;br /&gt;Srini: if I may call it "introspection" &lt;br /&gt;Xavier: yes, that is a right word, 'personal introspection'&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: Actaully this post is the first of many on these lines&lt;br /&gt;Srini: ok..so u've got more comin huh?&lt;br /&gt;Srini: I don't mean to discourage you or sth, but if you don't seem to find an answer after a while, it can lead to quite a bit of frustation&lt;br /&gt;Srini: so beware!&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: yep. it will be following up this idea.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: i am not actually looking for answers, I am looking for solutions&lt;br /&gt;Srini: isn't solution close to gettin an answer? &lt;br /&gt;Xavier: 'personal growth' to be precise&lt;br /&gt;Srini: how do u say growth translates to purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: answers are close-ended, solutions will be recursive&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: you'll have to wait for the future posts for that ans&lt;br /&gt;Srini: need not be all the time. Sometimes a solution can lead to the ultimate answer.&lt;br /&gt;Srini: I can wait..I have been waitin for 26 years now to find that answer. Not sure if I will find it in this life...but I will keep my fingers crossed and see if I can see the "signs" &lt;br /&gt;Xavier: So you think there will be an ultimate answer&lt;br /&gt;Srini: I don't think..I know for a good fact that there is an ultimate answer&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Srini: this is the biggest treasure hunt of our lives..we just have to watch the signs, follow the white rabbit that can lead us to the answer!&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: following the signs alone will not help&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: acting upon them will&lt;br /&gt;Srini: thatz true..once u notice the signs, u will now what to do and how to do&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: true&lt;br /&gt;Srini: so maybe u shld now have an eye for the signs! &lt;br /&gt;Xavier: i am learnign 'semiotics'. I guess that should help &lt;br /&gt;Srini: what is that?&lt;br /&gt;Srini: some Da Vinci kinda stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Xavier: study of signs&lt;br /&gt;Srini: aah ok..all the best..learn it well and grab the signs&lt;br /&gt;Srini: lest the quest for the purpose of life go on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-114983635916645678?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/114983635916645678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=114983635916645678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114983635916645678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114983635916645678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-know-purpose-of-your-life.html' title='Do you know the purpose of your life?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-114974338936021807</id><published>2006-06-08T09:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:40:32.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Title change</title><content type='html'>After some thoughtful consideration, I decided to change the title of my blog from its existing "Far from the madding crowd" to a more relevant one viz., "Pot Pourri".&lt;br /&gt;When I started blogging in the early days, I did want to stick to topics that are more isolated in nature and does not talk about our daily wonts, but more and more I started blogging, I could not stay aloof from lot of mainstream activities in day to day life. Having digressed so much from the intended purpose, I decided to change the purpose itself! Pot pourri (suggested by my alter ego) seems to be the best fit that will be the 'uber' title for all the applauds and praises, rants and ramblings, facts and fictions and sometimes thoughts stemming out of my non-creative mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my blog posts will find at least a thread of relevancy going forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-114974338936021807?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/114974338936021807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=114974338936021807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114974338936021807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114974338936021807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/06/title-change.html' title='Title change'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-114898867402270906</id><published>2006-05-30T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:01:14.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Programmer's reply</title><content type='html'>I got the below contents as part of a forwarded mail. Definitely worth reading it and of course having a check on how many of the answers we have given so far! Btw, I have said almost everything at some point of time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 20 replies by Programmers to QA when their programs don't work: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. "That's weird..."&lt;br /&gt;19. "It's never done that before."&lt;br /&gt;18. "It worked yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;17. "How is that possible?"&lt;br /&gt;16. "It must be a hardware problem."&lt;br /&gt;15. "What did you type in wrong to get it to crash?"&lt;br /&gt;14. "There is something funky in your data."&lt;br /&gt;13. "I haven't touched that module in weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;12. "You must have the wrong version."&lt;br /&gt;11. "It's just some unlucky coincidence."&lt;br /&gt;10. "I can't test everything!"&lt;br /&gt;9. "THIS can't be the source of THAT."&lt;br /&gt;8. "It works, but it hasn't been tested."&lt;br /&gt;7. "Somebody must have changed my code."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Did you check for a virus on your system?"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Even though it doesn't work, how does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;4. "You can't use that version on your system."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Why do you want to do it that way?"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Where were you when the program blew up?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And the Number One Reply by Programmers when their programs don't work would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It works on my machine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-114898867402270906?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/114898867402270906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=114898867402270906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114898867402270906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114898867402270906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/05/programmers-reply.html' title='Programmer&apos;s reply'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-114864358079466823</id><published>2006-05-26T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:09:40.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So howz life after marriage?</title><content type='html'>I had to create an exclusive post on this as I have been confronted with this question atleast close to a thousand odd times over these past three months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to hear what other married folks would answer when thrown this question at them. In the initial days, it used to be fun to answer this question and I tried to give different answers(sometimes funny ones) to folks. But after a while, I really ran out of options and just started saying "Itz fine!".  The first few seconds of exchanging your handshakes when running into any of my friends, acquaintances, relatives or colleagues has resulted so much in a stereo typed conversation that I sometimes do pre-preempt their question; "Marriage life is good". And now, I am thinking my answer should be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married life does not leave one to grapple with the Herculean task of becoming a couple. If left to its own way, I guess life should not be any different from what it was pre marriage. Yes, you have another person sharing everything(or should I say almost everything?) in your life, but you still get to do things you have always been doing and living life in the way that you have always been living. Marriage has its one fringe benefits but does not take away your existing ones at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after beating around the bush for a while, my answer to the question will henceforth be "Life after marriage is as good as it had always been" I am sure all married folks will concur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-114864358079466823?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/114864358079466823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=114864358079466823&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114864358079466823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114864358079466823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-howz-life-after-marriage.html' title='So howz life after marriage?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-114821151138279720</id><published>2006-05-21T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:08:31.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reaching the magic number of 100 days</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I don't know what is magical about 100, but most seem to celebarate the mark of 100 days, the most notable being the Indian movie industry. Recently, even our chief minister Mr. Kuamarswamy celebarated his 100 days of being the CM! Celebaration for what joy is something to be questioned, but I will eschew such thoughts lest it should steer me away from the point of this posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 days into my marriage, I feel good about a lot of things that has transpired over these days since the day I tied the knot. The occasion has been a thing of unending joy for my kith and kin and even today, there are folks who are as excited about it as they were on the so called 'D-Day'. Expanding your relative circle to accomodate a whole set of new folks, visiting them and knowing them better, participating in more family and social occasions have all been a great experience and most importantly of the lot is setting up a new family in a new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride has been good so far and I am optimistic about the remaining n-100 days for the ship to be sailing in a smooth course.  Now, who is going to tell me what the exact value for 'n' is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-114821151138279720?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/114821151138279720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=114821151138279720&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114821151138279720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114821151138279720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/05/reaching-magic-number-of-100-days.html' title='Reaching the magic number of 100 days'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-114648134824157647</id><published>2006-05-01T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:32:28.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rise of the Phoenix</title><content type='html'>Is it appropriate to compare my blogging activity with that of a Phoenix? Well, time can only be the answer for that, but attempting to emualate the characterisitic of a Phoenix is fun! Call it cunctation or hibernation; my long silence over these past many months has finally been broken. I am glad today to be filling up this space once again and there will be more to come as the clock ticks. Gone through an ocean of transformation in my life both officially and personally, I have been experiencing a tumble down roller coaster ride comparable to the one from the tower of Stratosphere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I will start filling up all the details in my future postings, I will also need to fill up myself with all the othe postings by fellow bloggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-114648134824157647?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/114648134824157647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=114648134824157647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114648134824157647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/114648134824157647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2006/05/rise-of-phoenix.html' title='Rise of the Phoenix'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112912349612970720</id><published>2005-10-12T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:54:56.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Grand Exodus?</title><content type='html'>I was feeding the old adage, "Oh! its just a stone's throw away" for the past 26 years of my life (that is right from the day I was born) whether I had to shuttle between home and school, my hostel room and college or from my current apartment to office. Many have nursed a grudge against my vantage position of having both my place of abode and place of work in earshot distance and some have even shown explicit pangs of jealousy (more so because of their plight of not enjoying what I've been enjoying for all these years). But then, any good thing has to come to an end. Isn't that the name of the game? I am happy my good times lasted for 26 years and though it does give me the creeps of commuting long distance in the days and months to come, I am only hoping it gives me a new set of experience that I start nourishing and not become a victim of excessive traveling (now whatz that phobia called?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for all this very post is the fact that today is the last day I am enjoying the fact of staying close to office. Itz a new ball game when I come back on Monday (wow..long hols are always fun:)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying close for ALL these years and now moving away, does deserve a Grand Exodus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later,&lt;br /&gt;On the move....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112912349612970720?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112912349612970720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112912349612970720&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112912349612970720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112912349612970720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/10/grand-exodus.html' title='A Grand Exodus?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112641681287926365</id><published>2005-09-11T10:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-11T11:03:32.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Message to the future</title><content type='html'>I happened to stumble upon this site called "&lt;a href="http://www.futureme.org/index.php"&gt;F u t u r e M e. o r g&lt;/a&gt;" where one can actually leave any kinda message in their website and decide when the message needs to be delivered back to the mail id. I thought this was quite kewl and I actually went and left a message there to be delivered to me 10 years down the line! (hopefully I retain my yahoo id till or vice-versa). Ain't it fun to read about something that I had written 10 years back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112641681287926365?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112641681287926365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112641681287926365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112641681287926365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112641681287926365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/09/message-to-future.html' title='Message to the future'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112542822536202763</id><published>2005-08-31T00:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:57:15.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Collage</title><content type='html'>I felt that this would be the best way to put some of the most prominent thoughts running in my mind over the past three weeks. Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my close friends got married and I had a chance to visit Guntur and Vijayawada having some amazing fun out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a very adventurous journey from Coimbatore to Bangalore traveling in one of the most inhuman conditions that reminded me of my early shuttles between Delhi and Pilani (some 7 years back!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking for a while about the havoc caused by the abundance of rain (or lack of infrastructure) in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy listening to music from the latest gadget that I own (which sports an in-build mp3 player, flash drive, FM radio, FM recording and a digital voice recorder). I hope to start an audio blog soon (fingers crossed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with the "voracious readers" of Bangalore by joining &lt;a href="http://easylib.com/"&gt;EasyLib&lt;/a&gt; (thanks to &lt;a href="http://xavierroy.com/"&gt;Xavier&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but definitely not the least, I am looking forward to September 5th (with loads of mixed feelings)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are in no particular order (no I don't want to use the word "random" here!), and maybe that is why I felt calling it a "collage".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112542822536202763?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112542822536202763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112542822536202763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112542822536202763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112542822536202763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/08/collage.html' title='Collage'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112310105796076715</id><published>2005-08-04T01:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:00:57.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and..</title><content type='html'>Bangalore suddenly seemed hot and humid&lt;br /&gt;Friday didn't bring in the chorus cheers of TGIF (I vaguely remember someone calling it OGIF - Oh! God, itz Friday)&lt;br /&gt;The couch potato in me was whining about the programs or lack of in the numerous channels.&lt;br /&gt;The mouse potato in me was frowning at the very look of the computer&lt;br /&gt;Friends looked liked strangers and strangers looked like aliens (I didn't want to think how aliens would've looked like!)&lt;br /&gt;The traffic looked like leeches and earthworms climbing on each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've gone further, but the mind had to be controlled lest it would wander astray with more preposterous thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board/6/messages/909.html"&gt;Waking up on the wrong side of the bed&lt;/a&gt; is definitely not a good idea, but doesn't one have to sleep first to wake up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112310105796076715?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112310105796076715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112310105796076715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112310105796076715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112310105796076715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-woke-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed-and.html' title='I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and..'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112236662231760000</id><published>2005-07-26T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:38:13.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SNAFU</title><content type='html'>I was scouting the various newspapers at office after having lunch. My eyes caught this word "&lt;a href="http://www.webster.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?sourceid=Mozilla-search&amp;va=snafu"&gt;SNAFU&lt;/a&gt;" mentioned in one of the articles. The word looked a bit familiar to me and I remembered coming across this word somewhere and it wasn't a normal word. As the adage goes, curiosity kills the cat, I came back to my cubicle and googled for the word. The moment I saw its expansion, I knew where I heard it, but what surprised me was the etymology of the word. The below two links give interesting and hilarious information about the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.snafu.com/Snafu/SnafuStory.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pahrahdiseonline.com/SNAFU.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how many would feel SNAFU everyday in their life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112236662231760000?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112236662231760000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112236662231760000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112236662231760000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112236662231760000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/07/snafu.html' title='SNAFU'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112203036334362932</id><published>2005-07-22T16:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-22T16:36:03.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Google Earth and Moon</title><content type='html'>If you thought all those GPS technology that was extensively used in "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120660/"&gt;Enemy of the State&lt;/a&gt;" was all smoke and mirror, its time you change that opinion. Check out the latest of the releases from Google's Beta programs, the &lt;a href="http://earth.google.com/"&gt;Google Earth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://moon.google.com/"&gt;Google Moon&lt;/a&gt;. Seeing is believing. So see'em all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112203036334362932?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112203036334362932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112203036334362932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112203036334362932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112203036334362932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/07/google-earth-and-moon.html' title='Google Earth and Moon'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112180259805348564</id><published>2005-07-20T00:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-20T01:20:07.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On a positive note</title><content type='html'>The mind is already racing and in its peak while the body is just stirring up to face another day. Commands and controls are fired all over. The list is made and re-made and re-sorted. Priorities are assigned and re-assigned. It all ends up in one big conundrum, but clarity in chaos is still sought. The plan is walked through a million times, before the show begins. But as the show starts, more chaos sets in. Mr. Murphy lurking around the corner, waiting for the perfect opportunity, sees it coming all the time, always his way. Things go haphazard and desperate attempts are made to set things right. The dust appears to settle down, while the sun already starts to set in. The day has just gone by and those precious hours of the day spill well over into the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? The task was no Herculean one. It was all there, the sequence and the steps. It would've been a walk in the park to blindly follow the steps. Appeared to be a no-brainer, till it actually ate the very brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Maawli looked lost. He had it all ready and it was well executed in his mind, but things got out of his hand when the show started. It wasn't like Maawli was just fooling away. He has his reasons; there were unexpected and unprecedented stymies that had to be crossed to accomplish the task. For no fault of his, apart from the fact that he was responsible for the task, he bore the brunt of one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the brighter side of the gloomy turn of events is always bound to ensue. Maawli did pull off a decent show inspite of the hurdles. And it is this end result that casts a shadow of satisfaction and hope removing the darkness of errors. Today could've been a day that did not go well, but the lessons learnt will save another such day, lest it should go astray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Maawli lets his mind slip into the silence of the night, the back of his mind already preps up for the sprint starting again at the dawn of the next day. The mind is convinced that the next day would be a positive day (just like today).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112180259805348564?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112180259805348564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112180259805348564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112180259805348564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112180259805348564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-positive-note.html' title='On a positive note'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-112179330677358885</id><published>2005-07-19T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:45:06.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>While I am waiting...</title><content type='html'>..I game on yahoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I "Stumble Upon" on interesting websites (and sometimes blog about them too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I clean my Inbox and organize my mails (sometimes the Thrash too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I stare at the monitor and wonder, "How did calligraphy became more popular? Was it because of really writing rolls of scripts or was it the fonts I see on my monitor? Maybe, Steve Jobs would be able to tell better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I start dreaming about watching a cool movie in the night (thankz to my excellent ability to day dream!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I blog (Gosh that shld've been on top of the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I don't do any of these things, I end up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAITING.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-112179330677358885?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/112179330677358885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=112179330677358885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112179330677358885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/112179330677358885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/07/while-i-am-waiting.html' title='While I am waiting...'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111988535497510019</id><published>2005-06-27T19:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:45:55.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hooked (again)</title><content type='html'>I am back again, but this time will keep my emotions a bit low and surely save the trouble of keying another Oscar speech, with the only hope that I don't come back after a month and say "I am back again..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of being connected from all my co-ordinates had to be short lived when I saw the computer from my Bangalore apartment gone. I felt handicapped, deprived of an essential element that made many a things easier in my life (both professionally and personally). My morning routine had to skip the task of checking my mails the first thing, sometimes before brushing and sometimes after. I had to keep my fingers crossed to see if there were any surprises, pleasant or otherwise waiting in my inbox, until I got to the office. AOE, Midtown Madness and Quake had to go into a state of dormancy and I had a strong feeling that the Macedonians were really getting impatient because of not taking them on a death troll. Reading documents had to be done during office hours and my blogging rate took a big hit because I couldn't do it like the old times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a void in my environment when I did not hear the constant low humming of the CPU fan in my apartment. The humming that I was so used to hearing at office, at Chennai (my aunt's place) and my home was missing in the apartment where I stay. I tried to delay the option of equipping myself with a new computer and simultaneously dilly dallying between getting a laptop versus a desktop. My resistance to temptation hit an all time low and I did not want to keep fighting with it. I made up my mind to buy a system and buy it real soon. Laptops were turning out to be quite expensive and the idea of waiting for someone to buy one from U.S did not sound appealing. The waiting period really turned me off.  I did it eventually on a Tuesday evening buying a cool assembled PC, the eye-catcher being the 15'inch BenQ TFT monitor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, when I get back home, I happily sit in front of the computer and spend a useful hour or two before I call it a day and joyfully brought back the routine of checking my mails the first thing I get up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am fully connected and completely hooked on to the world wide web, once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111988535497510019?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111988535497510019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111988535497510019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111988535497510019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111988535497510019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/06/hooked-again.html' title='Hooked (again)'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111748281533831718</id><published>2005-05-31T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:23:37.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Green (a)  Mile</title><content type='html'>A common phenomena that all of us notice on our day to day lives is the unbelievable traffic on the roads. And to make matters worse, all the n-wheelers, and the "tour a pied" groups always seem to be on a mad rush, all the time. I keep wondering that maybe I am the only one who is not able to spot the Mackenna's Gold that everyone seems to be after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the signals, especially the "red light (and not the area), it is always meant for the "other" person on the road, not the "one" who sees it. And this is how the rest of the commuting clan thinks so. The fact has been drilled so deeply in their minds, that all they see is the green linoleum in front of their eyes. Once this attitude is set, moving around is a smooth sail from then on. Nothing stops them; not the signals, not the cops, not the simputers and not the yet to come traffic cameras. After all, those few seconds are so precious that wasting them would mean missing out the formula for the instant cure of AIDS or completing the batch process on the mainframe which would otherwise take a mere 14 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the change of mind (and gears) during the last few seconds of a 180 second long wait between signals at the junctions. Some folks are quite fuel conscious and stop their vehicles, but the last few seconds would mean different things. Why bother to waste the 10 seconds meant for pedestrians to cross? They can always wiggle themselves between the bikes and cars and sometimes let those bikes or the buses smooch them to death if not kiss them to a few scars. I am not being prejudiced towards the pedestrians. They are no less daring when it comes to crossing the roads (spare the chickens). The world's fastest runner could clock 6.3 seconds to cover 100 meters (now, spare the stats), but that is a hop skip and jump for those who cross the roads on a daily basis. Whether it is a speeding car or the mammoth buses, it only takes some guts and a few strides to land up on the other side. Well, if you don't make it, you still land up, maybe outside this earth or inside a hospital (if you are lucky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a handful who genuinely try to respect and adhere to the rules and wait till the green says "GO". Such law abiding citizens are simply honked to death by those sticking right behind them. For a second, one is not sure what the signals actually mean. Whatever they are, the idea is to keep moving if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, this is the right way to interpret it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED and say this to your self... "Go if you are fast and don't get caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE and say this to yourself.. "Dude, thatz as good as a go. So keep movin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN and the phrase to say out loud is.. "Move, Move Move! Move your busted ass outta this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all in the game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111748281533831718?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111748281533831718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111748281533831718&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111748281533831718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111748281533831718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/05/green-mile.html' title='Green (a)  Mile'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111659333301419116</id><published>2005-05-20T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:36:38.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Compulsive circumnavigation of the black hole called ****</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Oh!, I am back! My voice is quivering, my knees are shaking, no, not out of fear or hard pressed by pressure, but because of abundant joy of filling up this white space as I type here (once again). Do I feel like re-born? Not yet! I still have life trickling in me and by the time I finish this post, the graphic equalizers of my varying energy levels will find its peak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of things have transpired during my dormancy. Plenty in my life, more outside. There could've been much more, but thanks to the centrifugal force throwing me out of reach of the black hole. My entire recounter would take two(more)sleepless nights. But I ain't gonna rattle them all here. A round of scrubbing definitely precedes it. What do I scrub? All the references of my association with the madding crowd. After all, my blog is all about being far from the madding crowd while my life off late has been one BIG madding crowd in itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I come back in a more aggressive fashion, I would like to make a note in my blog about two things that I have started to believe more strongly than ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ..in God&lt;br /&gt;2) ..in seeing the light at the end of every dark tunnel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111659333301419116?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111659333301419116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111659333301419116&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111659333301419116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111659333301419116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/05/compulsive-circumnavigation-of-black.html' title='Compulsive circumnavigation of the black hole called ****'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111487623713302272</id><published>2005-04-30T21:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:20:37.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of  bugs, music and ping pong</title><content type='html'>It had been almost 6 months since I spent a whole Saturday in the office. I am surely not fretting and fuming about it, just musing on it. One of my friends pinged me and said, "Oh! looks like your honeymoon period in the new company is over and now you have started working on a weekend". Well, it is over for a sure fact and if I don't get my acts together and start delivering, I can surely see my a** on the line of fire soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thoughts of bearing the brunt of work pressure still did not impact my schedule for the day(in a big way). Before, I left home in the morning this was my plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete the bug fixing by 11.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Work on some other enhancements till 1.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Have lunch&lt;br /&gt;Read docs and familiarize myself with the products - a solid 2 hours in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Write my first draft on a functional spec - finish by 5.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Go home at 6.00 pm and enjoy the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached office at 11.00 am and start working on the bug.&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch at 12 noon&lt;br /&gt;On the bug.. 1.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Played TT (played after almost an year and it was so much fun) - 1.20 pm&lt;br /&gt;Came back to work on the bug...1.45 pm&lt;br /&gt;Played TT - till 4.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed with some music and light reading&lt;br /&gt;Played TT&lt;br /&gt;Finally fixed bug by 8.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Played TT&lt;br /&gt;Blog at 9.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much matched with my initial schedule.:) Glad atleast I was able to fix the bug! So much for a work filled Saturday, I am looking towards having a fun filled Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;Happy rest of the weekend ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111487623713302272?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111487623713302272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111487623713302272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111487623713302272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111487623713302272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-bugs-music-and-ping-pong.html' title='Of  bugs, music and ping pong'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111461180236993047</id><published>2005-04-27T17:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:53:22.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brain (less) fallacy</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I stumbled upon something interesting. So I decided to put my "&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com"&gt;Stumble Upon&lt;/a&gt;" tool to use. Since I had around 20 minutes to wait for my build to get over (successfully), I thought it will be good to surf the net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found just the "interesting" site on my third hit. The page runs into a decent length expatiating on the myth or lack of it about the percentage of brain usage on an average human being. It is quite interesting to read about the facts and to realize that I wasn't even aware of the fact that such a myth(or fact) exists about the average percentage of brain usage (my ignorance is probably attributed to the fact that I was using my brain even less than 10%-sigh!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not sure if I have to believe what the site claims, but nevertheless it is real cool to read it. Get a brain dump of it &lt;a href="http://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/tenper.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. While reading about brains, take a sip of &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/googlegulp/"&gt;Google Gulp&lt;/a&gt;. If anyone needs a Gulp cap, lemme know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111461180236993047?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111461180236993047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111461180236993047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111461180236993047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111461180236993047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/brain-less-fallacy.html' title='Brain (less) fallacy'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111444459404593205</id><published>2005-04-25T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:29:05.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On the water front</title><content type='html'>If some one would ask me about the idea of taking off on a Thursday and Friday to spend two days in a resort that over looks the lovely Cauvery, I would answer definitely in affirmative unless I was already in such a place and spending two lovely weekdays. Thankfully, I did not have to yearn for such a break because my company decided it was time for everyone to have this break and spend some real quality time outside work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place called &lt;a href="http://www.jaladhama.net/"&gt;Jaladhama&lt;/a&gt; on the Mysore road (about 120 kms from Bangalore) was where around 70 of us from the company spend a royal two days. The resort is located in a secluded place surrounded by water on its three sides and secretly connected to land on one side. (You will know why the land connection is a secret only when you see the place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the place on Thursday afternoon and from then on till Friday afternoon, the time we had was simply amazing. Right from, taking a so called water therapy to beating the heat in the swimming pool, every single activity was simply spelled only in one way-"FUN". In the night we had a bonfire (though this might make many twitch their eyes-bonfire on a hot summer night?). There was amazing music and a great dance floor. Many danced to the tunes of the favorite numbers and drinks was being served liberally. I just let myself loose and treated myself to all the goodies. The party went well into the night and it was a wonderful night to spend. I broke a few of my own records, the details of course will remain outside the pages of this blog ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not only a wonderful break for me, but I had this golden opportunity to know a lot of folks in the company. Some of the folks have already become good friends and today this is really helping me create my comfort zone in my new work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I muse over the past week, my head turns to the left to watch the status of the build on the laptop  and I see this message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[javamake] Compiling 6181 source files...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111444459404593205?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111444459404593205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111444459404593205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111444459404593205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111444459404593205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-water-front.html' title='On the water front'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111400079270277928</id><published>2005-04-20T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:09:52.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As high as the 13th</title><content type='html'>On sunday night, I met with a bunch of my school friends on the 13th floor restuarant -Ebony. The last time we met at a place called "Shiok"  which was also the first time, we went berserk, thanks to all the flammers and slammers that went down our food pipe. This time, we decided to play a softer tune but at the same time keep the enthusiasm high and running (PJ: thatz why we choose the 13th floor!:) ). The pleasant surpise for me was meeting two of my school mates literally after 8 years. Kept me wondering about how time moves real fast. It is only during such occasions that we really come to know how much time has passed by in our lives. Reminds me of Pink Floy's ultra famous song "Time". Just a small snippet of the lyrics for the readers to muse about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"...You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked about things we did and did not, in school, about the school teachers, the stupid ones, the ugly ones and rarely about the good ones (coz, they were rarities in themselves). Spent a good 3 hours with all the folks and chatted on a wide variety of subjects. We decided to do more of this in the coming days and also try and pull in as many folks as possible. As the phrase goes, its always "More, the merrier". Until next time, it is the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jax/9755395/in/set-20868/"&gt;snap&lt;/a&gt; that will be the daffodils of good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111400079270277928?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111400079270277928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111400079270277928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111400079270277928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111400079270277928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-high-as-13th.html' title='As high as the 13th'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111399825762973553</id><published>2005-04-20T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:27:37.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Religious retreat -II</title><content type='html'>My dad had decided that it was time again to do a round of circumabulations in a bunch of temples. The last time we did something similar was almost 8 months back. This time it was decided that we will visit a bunch of temples in and around Trichy. My folks left from Coimbatore on Friday and reached Trichy that evening. I left for Trichy on Friday night from Bangalore and reached there on the wee hours of Saturday morning (4.40 am). My uncle and dad were waiting at the railway station to pick me up and we headed to my uncle's place. From there we took a Quallis and started from Trichy at 5.45 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first destination was a place called Tirunageshwaram. The place is a 2 hours and 30 minutes drive from Trichy going via Thanjavur and Kumbakkonam. This place is predominantly for the Rahu (planet) God. After doing a set of "religious procedures" to please the God (I am going to eschew the nitty gritty details here), we left the place at 10.30 am. Our next temple was called the "Uppaliyappan" temple. This is a 5 kms ride  and it was a really nice temple to visit. The residing deity is one of the many incarnations of Lord Vishnu. From there, we got back to Kumbakonam where we visited two more temples. The first one was called "Naachiyar Kovil" with the residing deity of Goddess Lakshmi (referred to as Komala valli thaayaar). From there, we headed to the next temple, "Ramaswamy Temple". We headed back from there to Trichy and reached the place at 3 pm. We took rest for the rest of the afternoon and then around 6 pm, headed to Srirangam. The temple diety Lord Ranganatha, in his majestic "Annantha Sayanam(sleeping posture)" is always a sight of awe. We headed back to Trichy at 7.45 pm. I had to catch my train back to Bangalore that night. Reached Bangalore on Sunday morning while my family went back to Coimbatore on Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part about this trip was that I learnt some very interesting facts and legends about each of these temples and also got some wonderful insight about the  greatness of Hinduism. It was quite a refreshing experience  and what could be more enriching than spending time with family on such trips. Hope I do this more often than not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111399825762973553?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111399825762973553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111399825762973553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111399825762973553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111399825762973553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/religious-retreat-ii.html' title='Religious retreat -II'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111340423484444212</id><published>2005-04-13T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:29:21.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It is 4/13  again</title><content type='html'>This might sound funny.  4/13 occurs every year. It is more of an ecumenical fact. So what is the big deal about it? Well, it is for sure a big deal for me as it marks a milestone in my blogging era . And the milestone is that,  it was exactly last year on the 13th of April, I did my &lt;a href="http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/04/to-do-or-not-to-do.html"&gt;first posting&lt;/a&gt; in this area. All I had in my mind that time, was that the concept of blogging was catching up a lot and I had to somehow be in this bandwagon. I went ahead and created a nice space for myself &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (more of an impulsive act and some coaxing from a few friends!). I wasn't regular at all after my first few posts and  almost till the end of 2004, blogging  used to be quite a rarity. It was only in the recent past that I had  started taking some "real" interest to blogging and I am glad to have stood the sands of time. I now do it quite enthusiastically, the "enthu" fuelling my interest towards this wonderful activity of reflecting a lot of musings to myself as well as to a larger community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the day, blogspot has been the quintessential launch pad for not only me, but for millions of bloggers all around the globe (no offence meant to the other blog sites!). Blogging, blog sites and the millions of bloggers deserve huge appreciations for starting and continuing this really wonderful revolution. And as for me, I deserve a special round of appreciation for walking this revolutionary path for a year now!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111340423484444212?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111340423484444212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111340423484444212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111340423484444212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111340423484444212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-is-413-again.html' title='It is 4/13  again'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111331870660221248</id><published>2005-04-12T20:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:41:46.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A to-do list that is never empty</title><content type='html'>No, I am not in a complaining mode here, but just thinking aloud as to how life has changed over these years. I never used to maintain a "to-do" list during the early days of my professional life and always used to think that folks who maintain it were either trying to be smart or funny. Over time,I've got myself into the habit of maintaining my to-do list. Initially, it used to be another additional (and painful) task to update the to-do list in itself, but then I forced myself to do it and now it has become a daily wont. The interesting aspect to this is that,  somehow my list never seems to get empty. I've made some decent attempts to clean it up (not by deleting them) and have a blank list stare at me so that I smile back at it with satiation, but my list always has had the whip hand till date. I wrap up my existing tasks, but the end of the day sees new ones being added making it more like a vicious cycle (if I may call it one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I was saying I wasn't complaining! True, there is nothing to fret and fume here. Imaging life where there is nothing to do and no tasks on your to-do list. The  initial pleasure could be immense but surely ephemeral. So it is after all good to have a to-do list that is never empty! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111331870660221248?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111331870660221248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111331870660221248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111331870660221248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111331870660221248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-do-list-that-is-never-empty.html' title='A to-do list that is never empty'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111312297023380339</id><published>2005-04-10T13:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-12T20:43:45.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>One of those rare weekends I ended up staying in Bangalore. I had decided to do some "office" work on Saturday and read a lot of documents. But all my plans for the work was washed out, thanks to the intermittent rain over the afternoon and of course my laziness. I ended up in my friend's place for lunch and what ensued after that was watching a string of movies (the India-Pak match wasn't worth watching anyways). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first movie I watched was "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111161/"&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/a&gt;".  This happened at my friend's place. An amazing story, excellent cast of characters and quite a thrilling movie. I know this one is quite old and had hit the charts big time, but somehow I never got to watch it till yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home in the evening and after dinner, went to my channel surfing and in one of the local cables, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0121765/"&gt;Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones&lt;/a&gt; was being shown. Lucky for me, the movie was just starting and I ended up watching it fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close to 1 am when the movie got over, but I wasn't feeling anywhere close to sleepy. So I took out the VCD I had rented from "Cheers Club" and that was my third movie. It was a Tom Hanks movie called "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117887/"&gt;That Thing You Do&lt;/a&gt;". I liked this movie a lot because it was lot about music and stuff and the best part is the band called "Wonders" whose claim to fame was the song "That Thing You Do"(the one that comes as a title song in "&lt;a href="http://www.friends-tv.org/friends.html"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/a&gt;" episode). The movie got over at 3 am. After that, I decided sleeping was a good idea after all and hit the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a marathon watching movies like this. Never done this before, and it was real cool and I hope to do this more often than not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111312297023380339?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111312297023380339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111312297023380339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111312297023380339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111312297023380339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-movie-marathon.html' title='Saturday Movie Marathon'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111311995610006275</id><published>2005-04-10T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:29:16.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Snapshot of my Bulk Mail folder</title><content type='html'>Getting a score of bulk mail everyday has become more of a regular phenomena for years now and I really don't bother looking at them. Click on the "Empty" link and they are all thrashed. If an important mail gets there and I delete it, I will surely get another one. People who are important to me, will surely write again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the past two weeks, I've noticed my mails in the bulk folder running into hundreds of mails. In fact on Friday evening, I saw around 200 mails, when I had actually cleaned up my Bulk mail on Thursday evening. A little annoyed, I just checked my spam filters and then checked my folder to see if mail box was under attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out if it was under attack, but made some interesting and funny observations. I realized that my spammers apparently are good Samaritan in this world always trying to help me out in many ways, be it giving me free credit cards, high interests on mortgages, loans, help me find singles in MY area and best of all, they are the doctors who know my libido inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a snapshot of my spam mails and did a small analysis on how well my spammers know me. And this is what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living in abject poverty and therefore "eDealsDaily" have send me a mail that says "Finally, Health Care You Can Afford".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a game freak and can't live life without games. "Special Promotions" are offering me a Free XBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely SINGLE soul lost in the battle of finding my better half and that is when "Find Love" comes to my rescue. They can help me find my soul mate in 7 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "CYC Diet Patch" has no clue about how emaciated I am. They have programs to accelerate the results of my weight loss. And part of the offer, they give you FREE endoscopy to make sure acids don't eat my health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are folks who can enlarge the minute one's, give the energy of an horse and teach you the five fist heart pounding technique so that all the "HOT" women can be at one's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally not to forget, some one always buys new webcams and yearns the world to look at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, these mails can be contradicting too. Like, I got this mail which says that my desperate financial situation can be resurfaced my mortgaging my home in a bank in Wisconsin (while I live in Bangalore!). The other one says that I can add another $100,000,000 dollars to my existing account, if I fill up a form that says "FREE Smilie T-shirt" and send it to at least five people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is surely not exhaustive, but I'll stop here coz I am really tired of these bulk mails. The only way I can stop this, is to camouflage my mail address. Off late, I see lot of folks writing "&lt;mymailid&gt; at yahoo dot com". Now, this is surely going to escape the eyes of the bots. Any better ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111311995610006275?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111311995610006275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111311995610006275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111311995610006275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111311995610006275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/04/snapshot-of-my-bulk-mail-folder.html' title='A Snapshot of my Bulk Mail folder'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111226533439118982</id><published>2005-03-31T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:05:34.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A few hundreds to a few ones</title><content type='html'>Jim Carrey as &lt;a href="www.brucealmighty.com"&gt;Bruce Almighty&lt;/a&gt; played God for a while and one among the many Godly activities was to check e-mails and read and reply to all the prayers he receives. It is quite mind boggling to see the amount of e-mails he gets and once he replies to all his mails and heaves a sigh of relief, he finds another hundred million new ones in his inbox. Well, I will be unreasonably exagerrating if I say, I used to get mails of that order. But scaling down myself to a mundane human and relatively scaling down the number of mails I used to get, I still used to be bogged down by the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning seeing close to 150 odd emails in the inbox used to make me feel quite important,initially but after a while charm was all lost. I really used to hate seeing so many mails in the inbox.  Of course, only 50-60% of them used to be mails that required my reply but the other ones were still important ones in one way or the other-be it technical alias mails, lounge emails and importantly mails mentioning ticket availability for weekend travels. The numbers of emails on ticket availability is  off late  increasing and I will write about it in one of my future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the point, I now have very few emails to read and almost none to reply. It is so good to come in the morning and find out that I have just three or four emails in the inbox. I know it is is just a passing phase before I start getting more mails, this passing phase sure is a pleasure phase for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111226533439118982?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111226533439118982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111226533439118982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111226533439118982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111226533439118982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/few-hundreds-to-few-ones.html' title='A few hundreds to a few ones'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111210866889548858</id><published>2005-03-29T20:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:34:28.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Fish Philosophy</title><content type='html'>I was traveling back to Bangalore on Sunday afternoon. Day time traveling could get quite boring if you did not have a book or a personal stereo and lucky for me, I had both! My brother, who is probably one of the most voracious reader I have ever come across, gave me these two books called "Fish!" and "Fish! Sticks" and told me that they are really worth reading. I wasn't very impressed with the first look of the books, but nevertheless took it along. I started reading the first one called "Fish!" and it immediately had me stick to it like a leech and I went ahead and completed it quite quickly (given that it just runs into 100 odd pages). The book was so impressive, that I did a back-to-back reading of the second book too -"Fish! Sticks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the point, these books are about how one should have a positive attitude towards work, towards changing environment and more than anything a real positive attitude towards LIFE. Both the books have imaginary stories wonderfully inter twining the essence of having a "great attitude" towards life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what has all this to do with Fish at the first place? Well, for all the curious minds, I would very much encourage to go ahead and read the books and it will be quite a pleasant surprise when you find it out.  The best part is, I got to read this book at the exact right time; a time when I have recently taken an altogether different route in my professional life. Moving out of &lt;a href="http://www.sun.com"&gt;Sun Microsystems&lt;/a&gt; and joining &lt;a href="http://www.informatica.com/"&gt;Informatica&lt;/a&gt; was a decision I took a week back.  Such a drastic change, mandates me to have really high energy in a fresh environment and lot of positive attitude and confidence to standing upto new expectations. And I hope to do this by believing in the &lt;a href="http://www.charthouse.com/product_film_fp.asp?"&gt;Fish Philosophy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111210866889548858?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111210866889548858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111210866889548858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111210866889548858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111210866889548858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/fish-philosophy.html' title='The Fish Philosophy'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111201622412666471</id><published>2005-03-28T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:53:44.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Far from the Madding Crowd</title><content type='html'>I had long wanted to do this lonely trip, just for a day, where I transport myself to an almost alien place and spend a day far away from the concrete jungle and free from the clutches of technological encumbrances. I was successfully able to execute my plan on the Friday the 25th and it sure was one very enjoyable and pleasant day I spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boarded the &lt;a href="http://ksrtc.org/"&gt;KSRTC Volvo bus&lt;/a&gt; on Thursday night at 10.30 pm. Well, actually I boarded the bus at 10.35 pm thanks to my indifference towards being on time and of course to &lt;a href="http://www.murphys-laws.com/"&gt;Murphy&lt;/a&gt; for the traffic jam at the 11th hour. If not for Gansal, I wld've definitely missed the bus and I know one person&lt;br /&gt;who will be insanely happy about it. Anyways, having successfully boarded the bus, my journey did start. I was supposed to reach Mangalore at 6 am in the morning, but&lt;br /&gt;some freak accident on NH 48 caused an unprecedented delay of three hours (maybe Murphy was just following me silently!). As soon as I got out of the bus at 9 am, I  caught a local bus that was heading towards &lt;a href="www.udupipages.com/"&gt;Udupi&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted to go to Udupi and pay a visit to the Krishna Temple and the Mutt out there. It was a 90 minute drive on NH 17 and I enjoyed every bit of the drive gazing through the green pastures and the blue backwaters of coastal Mangalore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Udupi at 10.30 am and checked into Udupi Residency-a place I would very much recommend for folks planning a trip to this place. Having completed my morning ablutions, I headed straight for the temple. Lucky for me, the temple was sparsely crowded and I was able to have a good "kidiki" darshan of the residing deity. I spent 15 minutes in the temple, letting the serene environment of the place absorb me.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a tranquil experience and a much needed one for me. After that, I headed back to the room, packed and hit the bus stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into an "Express" bus that was heading to Mangalore and reached there around 1.30 pm. I got the local bus number to go to Ullal-a small hamlet 12 kms from Mangalore. This place has a cool resort called &lt;a href="http://summer-sands.com/"&gt;Summer Sands&lt;/a&gt;. The resort has a private beach and I had planned to spend the rest of the afternoon there. I reached the place around 2.15 pm and immediately checked into the room I had booked. I had a refreshing bath once again to beat the summer heat and immediately ordered some food (as I did not have anything to eat since morning). It was delicious lunch served right in my room and all I knew after eating was that I had dozed off. I woke up to the sound of my ringing mobile (wasn't I supposed to switch it off?) and the time was close to 6 pm. I answered the call, while getting ready to hit the beach. I went to the beach just in time to catch the lovely sunset. The confluence of the sea, the sky&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is a sight that can anytime potray the most beautiful surrealistic backdrop. Having captured it my mind and my camera, I took a nice walk along the coastline which seemed quite endless. I would've walked for about 15 minutes after which I sat down on the sand and once again let nature embrace my mind and soul in its captivating surroundings. It was total bliss and I can't describe the moment of satiation I felt in mere words. As the dusk turned to dark, I headed back to the resort. It was close to 7.45 pm. I ordered a light dinner and then called the cab to drop me at the railway station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The West Coast express left Mangalore at 9.15 pm and reached Coimbatore on Saturday morning 6.30 am. As I was leaving Mangalore that night, I knew my day was made. I felt good, rejuvenated and replenished with energy. I did something different that day, something totally out of my daily wonts.  It was good to meet a very different set of people, it was good to be alone and finally it was best to be far away from the madding crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111201622412666471?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111201622412666471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111201622412666471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111201622412666471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111201622412666471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/far-from-madding-crowd.html' title='Far from the Madding Crowd'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111158156585788451</id><published>2005-03-23T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:09:25.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog-o-mania</title><content type='html'>The blogging fever caught me last April and since then I had been on and off blogging around and reading way too many blogs written by my friends, acquaintances and sometimes total strangers across the globe. The point I am trying to make here is that, my initial enthusiasm to blog has actually spawned from one blog to four blogs today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one you are reading right &lt;a href="http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com"&gt;now&lt;/a&gt; of course is my primary blog (I like to call this my primary blog for the simple reason that I started this one first-no strings attached!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got carried away with my so called photography skills and started off a &lt;a href="http://lenswatch.blogspot.com"&gt;photo blog&lt;/a&gt; with the idea that some day mine will be in the "&lt;a href="http://www.photos-of-the-year.com/"&gt;Photos of the Year&lt;/a&gt;".  Around that time, the &lt;a href="http://camelinthedesert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bitsian Blog&lt;/a&gt; idea was floated across and I immediately jumped into action to be a vivid contributor. These days, I am more of a vivid reader when it comes to this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a few days back, I started of a &lt;a href="http://gsraghavan.tblog.com/"&gt;technical blog&lt;/a&gt; with the intention to write about the various technologies that I come across in my professional life (which from the past few months have been quite a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given all this, one may well ask, where on earth will I find time to do work, if I spend time updating my many blogs? A very valid question, but I prefer to remain taciturn on answering this question (some attitude-huh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111158156585788451?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111158156585788451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111158156585788451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111158156585788451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111158156585788451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-o-mania.html' title='Blog-o-mania'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111140597824544307</id><published>2005-03-21T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:22:58.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mast bhari Maayavi</title><content type='html'>An impromptu decision led me and my roomates to watch this movie called "&lt;a href="http://www.kollywoodcinema.com/movies/maayavi/maayavi.html"&gt;Maayavi&lt;/a&gt;". Surya and Jyothika were the lead role, leading all the other casts in their spins of nonsensical yarns. The very start of the movie indicated that it was nothing short of a pure masala movie with a bunch of belly dancing, display of raw muscle power and lots of so called timely jokes. It was only during half of the movie that it  dawned on me that I have seen a similar movie before. It was a partial deja-vu, but was quite strong. I was thinking to myself, "I've seen this before. It was in Hindi..what was the movie? Aaaah got it! Mast, was the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this ordinary teenager leading a mundane life, but is head over heels about Urmila. He learns about the cold malice of her aunt and decides to rescue her. He does that, goes through a series of adventurous stuff and Urmila kinda falls in love with him but at the end throw some practical shit and they decide to move along in life, separately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maayavi was different from Mast only in the sense that it had to be more suitable for a Tamil crowd. Surya, a local guide and a small time "daada" in Mahabalipuram accidently tries to rob in Jyothika's house only to get caught. He goes through some nasty trouble inspite of not having robbed anything and because of these squabbles, he decides to take revenge. He kindnaps Jyothika (apparently from a movie shooting scene where Jyothika is a herione). Initially she is all pissed off, but later on those few touching moments in the movie melts her heart and the rest is the climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are utterly bored to death in life, this movie will rekindle your spirits.  On the whole, it is an average movie to watch (but just once). Watch out for Jyothika talking her own dialogues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111140597824544307?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111140597824544307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111140597824544307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111140597824544307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111140597824544307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/mast-bhari-maayavi.html' title='Mast bhari Maayavi'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111046414677911159</id><published>2005-03-10T19:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:45:46.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free e-Books</title><content type='html'>I was mentioning in my previous post on how techies would love to get their hands on anything that is FREE. Today, I happened to stumble upon (jeez, I've been using this word a lot!) a site which has lots of technical books available for free reading/downloading. If you think, you need to &lt;a href="http://c2.com/cgi/wiki?SharpenTheSaw"&gt;sharpen the saw&lt;/a&gt;, this is one really good site. Go ahead and increase your technical acumen by picking all the books you want, because these are &lt;a href="http://www.techbooksforfree.com/"&gt;Technical Books for Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111046414677911159?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111046414677911159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111046414677911159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111046414677911159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111046414677911159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/free-e-books_10.html' title='Free e-Books'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111037960373791690</id><published>2005-03-09T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:16:43.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Doodle left but  MyShoutBox arrived</title><content type='html'>I like the idea of having a chat window attached to my blog. Though only a few  folks have left messages out there, the idea of having one always sounded cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past, I noticed that my &lt;a href="http://doodle-board.com/"&gt;Doodle Board&lt;/a&gt; did not show up on my blog. It just had an empty space. I initially thought that it was some refresh problem or probably the site was down. It was only after visiting their home page, I came to know that the service is no longer FREE! Tools or applications that are available as Freeware always entice the developer community. I will talk about this some other day. Coming back to the point, I had no choice but to hunt for another FREE tool and that is when I hit up &lt;a href="http://www.myshoutbox.com"&gt;MyShoutBox&lt;/a&gt;. Its pretty much the same as my previous one, but allows some decent amount of customization. I am yet to explore it fully, but that is my future AI. If some one wants to give it a shot, leave your message in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111037960373791690?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111037960373791690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111037960373791690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111037960373791690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111037960373791690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/doodle-left-but-myshoutbox-arrived.html' title='Doodle left but  MyShoutBox arrived'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111037413856392194</id><published>2005-03-09T18:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:46:20.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thirusanku Swargam</title><content type='html'>I am not aware if there is a translitration for the title, but if I were to offer a translation for it, I would say, "hanging in mid air". For the curious mind, you can find a nice explanation and description of the title &lt;a href="http://www.nilacharal.com/news/specials/puranic_180.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't say more that this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111037413856392194?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111037413856392194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111037413856392194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111037413856392194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111037413856392194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/thirusanku-swargam_09.html' title='Thirusanku Swargam'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111037313713406526</id><published>2005-03-09T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:28:57.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thalai Poola Vaaruma</title><content type='html'>No, I did not say this. This is a forwarded message and I am just passing on the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;Rajnikanth has proved once again that he is the biggest brand in Tamil films with the successful audio launch of Chandramukhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His detractors who had been shouting from the roof-top that the superstar charishma and pull has diminished were shocked by the kind of adultation the actor received at the Chandramukhi audio launch. At Chenna's Ritchie Street the wholesale market for electronic goods, shops that deal in audio cassettes opened at 6 am on Saturday (March 5) as agents took delivery of the audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Sanjay Wadhwa of AnAK Audios who are marketing the Chandramukhi audio: “At a time when audio market is at an all time low, the kind of reception that we got is overwhelming. We had manufactures only 1,50,000 cassettes and 30,000 CD’s, but by Sunday evening all the dealers wanted more stock by Monday!" &lt;br /&gt;It is obvious that the audio is selling like hot cakes on the brand equity of Rajnikanth. At Chennai’s Music World 437 cassettes and 227 CD’s were sold on the first day! Compare this with the number one audio on the chart that has sold only 572 cassettes and 147 CD’s in 32 days after its music launch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajnikanth is truly a phenomenon. He has not lost an iota of his mass fan base and is still the number one by a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thalai pola varuma!&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111037313713406526?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111037313713406526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111037313713406526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111037313713406526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111037313713406526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/thalai-poola-vaaruma.html' title='Thalai Poola Vaaruma'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111028954054305734</id><published>2005-03-08T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:15:40.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meme"&gt;Meme&lt;/a&gt;" was a word coined in the late 70's. The term refers to a unit of information that replicates from brains and inanimate stores of information (books, computers, etc) to other brains or stores of information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme, surely did not unleash its full power when the word was coined then, but today, in the e-world, it has become an almost common scenario. The way information spreads across the world esp through internet is sometimes mind boggling. Collaborative efforts have started to pay off, open sourcing has started a revolution within the developer community (calling all 'eh design architects), e-news has already grabbed us in a big way (think of all the "E-mail this article" every time you read cool things and decide to forward it to your friends). Blogging is another area where "meme" can be very aptly described and defined. Making cross posts, alluding to some one's cool, interesting or informative posts has become a thing of common today.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all the bloggers would agree to this.  The list is surely not exhaustive at this point (but I'll stop here to keep my post small!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to think of all this and of course, thanks to Meme, I got to know about this word through &lt;a href="http://xavierroy.com"&gt;Xavier&lt;/a&gt;. After all, this is about information dissemination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111028954054305734?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111028954054305734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111028954054305734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111028954054305734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111028954054305734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-111018946882540834</id><published>2005-03-07T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-07T15:27:48.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confused with words while playing Cupid ?</title><content type='html'>Not anymore. My friend &lt;a href="http://xavierroy.com/"&gt;Xavier&lt;/a&gt; had made a post last week about a site that will test you on the commonly used but quite confusing words. It is an online test with 40 questions to answer (which I know is a bit lengthy). If you are game for testing your skills, this is a good place to do so.  Go ahead and tap on the Bernard Shaw in you by taking the test &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=14457200288064322170"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-111018946882540834?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/111018946882540834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=111018946882540834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111018946882540834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/111018946882540834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/confused-with-words-while-playing.html' title='Confused with words while playing Cupid ?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110982484714759225</id><published>2005-03-03T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:10:47.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>yahOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>Yahoo has turned 10 and today they have pervaded the cyber world like "ether". To mark this occasion, they have put up a nice netrospective page that is worth a visit.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out at "&lt;a href="http://birthday.yahoo.com/netrospective/"&gt;Yahoo's netrospective&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think of it, I created my first yahoo account 6 years back (not bad)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110982484714759225?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110982484714759225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110982484714759225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110982484714759225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110982484714759225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/yahoooooooooo.html' title='yahOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110973616532409575</id><published>2005-03-02T09:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:32:45.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beat the summer heat tenderly</title><content type='html'>The mercury has been on a steady rise over the past few weeks in Bangalore (where I work), Coimbatore (my hometown) and Chennai (which I visit quite frequently). Well, Chennai being an exception in the sense that the mercury rarely dips! That has seen an increase in intake of more liquid food to keep me cool or should I say, keep my cool? :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had been to my locality Food World to buy some stuff. As I was walking out, I noticed a pile of tender coconuts placed in a nice heap, opposite to the super market. The stock looked quite fresh and I was immediately tempted to go and taste the sweet water. I asked the vendor to pick one that has only water and no kernel. God knows how these guys are able to spot one, but most of the time, they do. As I sipped and slurped the water, I could instantly feel the coolness. It was as if, my body was being immersed in ice. My taste buds were jumping in ecstasy to grab the tiny droplets of the water. The one minute was simply rejuvenating. I paid him and then decided to have one tender coconut every day. The good news is, there is no cess, VAT or fringe service tax attached to the price you pay. Thanks to PC for sparing the coconuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what is the point if you don't understand the benefits of tender coconut? &lt;br /&gt;For those, who want to be aware, read &lt;a href="http://www.mapi.com/en/newsletters/coconut_ayurveda.html"&gt;the benefits of tender coconut&lt;/a&gt; to know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110973616532409575?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110973616532409575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110973616532409575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110973616532409575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110973616532409575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/03/beat-summer-heat-tenderly.html' title='Beat the summer heat tenderly'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110907625092121944</id><published>2005-02-25T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:18:22.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lightning crashes-Where? When? Are you Sure?</title><content type='html'>It was close to 4 am in the morning. I opened my eyes to check on my current  co-ordinates, but an unusual fog seemed to have covered the whole area like a blanket. The incessant humming of the engines became loud once again,  but that did not seem to bother me much. Knowing well, that there were two more hours before hitting my destination, I sulked back into the semi-sleeper seat trying to get more sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't quite sure, but there was an uneasy feeling in me and I could smell some sort of tension in the air. I started realizing that the bus was going at a slower pace than usual. I didn't want things to spoil my sleep, but as much as I tried to eschew it, the feeling kept coming back to me. I rolled myself to the non-window side and wide opened my droopy eyes to see what was going on. I could hear whispers and mumblings from the back of the bus. My co-passenger sitting in the aisle was wide awake and was trying to look outside. There was lot of intense in his ogle. A lady in the diagonally opposite seat was trying to make a call. I was thinking, why would she want to call someone at such wee hours in the morning? I started to become more conscious to my immediate surroundings and was wondering if I was missing something that everyone seemed to be already aware off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to peek outside my window to see what was happening, but the visibility wasn't very good. I managed to figure out that vehicles on the opposite lane too, were going slowly. As I was opening my window to find out more, I heard a distant rumbling in the sky that seemed to come my way (or rather our way). It was followed with a  second rumbling but this time, of a higher magnitude. It doesn't take any more investigation to arrive at the conclusion that nature was unleashing it fury and probably it has already unleashed a bout of it a few miles ahead-the result of the slow moving vehicles seemed to be an indication of it. The wind was strong making the trees sway wildy. I felt the chill wind hit hard on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at that very moment, a sudden burst of energy from the skies above, triggered the panic button in many a heart. A straight streak of lighting stuck the a nearby open field (or atleast that is what I thought it to be) with such force, that it looked like a New Year's welcome where a dimly lit dance floor was suddenly flooded with dazzling lights. Within seconds, there was an ear splitting thunderous clap. For a moment I could feel the bus reverberating in the impact of such an outburst. Some of the inmates in the bus left out shrieks that sounded like tiny aftermath of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;big badaboom&lt;/span&gt;  lightning. I didn't know how to react. I was too stunned. The sight of "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nature unplugged&lt;/span&gt;" was still sinking in me. I was telling myself to remain calm. There wasn't much to be done in such a situation but maintain one's composure. I offered a silent prayer for the well being of everyone and patiently waited to reach to my place. A few more lightnings, followed with heavy thunder echoed across the skies. A few more mumblings were heard and a few more panicked. The situation was clearly becoming worse and I started becoming squeamish and fervently hoping for the dust to settle down. As the bus moved on slowly, I peeped out of the window once again. The admonishing clouds hovering above the bus was no pleasant sight to witness. I shut the window, closed the blinds and sat back. Not having much to do, I shut my eyes too, hoping to get some sleep. Not sure when I slept or how I slept, but I did happen to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard a voice "Madiwala check post". I probably heard it twice or something and woke up with a jolt. I saw a few people wriggling their way out of the bus and getting down. There was a rush of autos and auto drivers flocking the entrance to the bus, hoping to get their day's "bhoni" (if you are not sure about the word, ask anyone from Chennai and they'll tell you). I moved the drape to see the weather outside and I was startled and stunned. The azure sky and a dry and clear outfield threw a surrealistic backdrop. I had to rub my eyes properly to believe what I was seeing. A couple of hours, the sky was painted in a completely different color that would have indicated a wild rage. But now, there was saintly silence outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Now, was it a figment of my imagination or a real vagary of the weather? I didn't have a convincing answer. I very badly wanted to ask my aisle neighbor as to what happened to the menacing storm, but I decided to shy away,  fearing that he could give me a totally confused look, laugh at me and ask me to stop dreaming. But hell no, I wasn't dreaming. I was pretty sure, I saw the lightning, I heard the thunder, I felt the wind. How could all this be a dream? I wasn't convinced but I couldn't get a  second opinion to convince myself. I had to get an answer, an explanation, but whom should I ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same voice came again, "Jhonson Market". Damn! I had to get down. I quickly took my bag, moved out of my seat and walked towards the door. My destination had come and the bus stopped. I got down, but quickly wanted to turn back and ask the driver,"So, how did you weather the storm?". But as soon as I was out of the door's way, it shut and the driver stepped on the accelerator. The bus moved on and soon was out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a minute, and then moved. I went home and just sat for a while, thinking about the whole episode. As much as I raked and ransacked my brain, I couldn't really figure out whether it was true or it was just my imagination that ran amok. I still don't have an answer for this and really doesn't make sense to look for one anymore. What my mind saw as a reality, my eyes refuted it as a fake. I believe it, I don't believe it. I am confused (as always!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110907625092121944?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110907625092121944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110907625092121944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110907625092121944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110907625092121944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/lightning-crashes-where-when-are-you.html' title='Lightning crashes-Where? When? Are you Sure?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110913136423270849</id><published>2005-02-23T09:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-23T09:32:44.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anti-litter law in Bangalore</title><content type='html'>It was a fantastic piece of news to read first thing in the morning. At last, it has dawned on the authorities that taking initiatives in the right direction can go a long way in making this place worth living. The toughest challenge, lies not in coming up with a law but putting the same to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about imposing fines on folks who simply turn a Nelson's eye when it comes to spitting on the road or throwing garbage all over. Now, they will have to be more aware or else part with a nice sum as fine. Hope the authorities are able to aggressively use this law to its complete sense and I pray that it does not go up in smoke like the anti smoking laws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more from &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1029101.cms"&gt;http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1029101.cms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110913136423270849?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110913136423270849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110913136423270849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110913136423270849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110913136423270849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/anti-litter-law-in-bangalore.html' title='Anti-litter law in Bangalore'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110907306458311878</id><published>2005-02-22T17:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:21:04.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life of Pi</title><content type='html'>While I was visually sweeping the exhibition hall of the Strand Book stall, I happen to give a cursory glance on the book titled &lt;a href="http://pi.canongate.net/"&gt;"Life of Pi"&lt;/a&gt;. For a quick moment, I thought this could be some book that explains the history of the Mathematical symbol-"Pi" and as I was thinking, my hand reached out for the book. It turned out to be a 2002 Booker Prize winning novel by Yann Martel. The mere looks of the novel impressed me and I immediately purchased it. That was two months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been reading the novel in bits and pieces since then and finally I had completed it last week. My first Booker Prize novel and I should say it was quite an interesting piece of work. The story unveils in Pondicherry (an erstwhile French colony) in India and moves on to the Pacific Ocean and ends up in Canada. The main character of the story is about the little boy -the lone survivor of a wrecked ship who is thrown into a lifeboat by the crew in the last minute. The boy later learns that he has a co-passenger, a 200 pound Bengal Tiger along with him. The rest of the story is how he survives the ordeal at sea only to be shored after more than 200 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked everything about the novel, the author's style of writing/description, the characters, the storyline except for its ending. I felt that the ending came all of a sudden and kind of cut short. Maybe, the author suddenly became bored or probably was too tired to write further! Of course, it is also possible that I couldn't read between the lines and appreciate the short and crisp ending ;). Whatever it is, a novel worth reading and if you have the will to read, you will (if you have already read the book, this will ring a bell).                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you are still wondering about "Pi", that is the name of our hero, Piscine Molitar Patel, otherwise known as, Pi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110907306458311878?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110907306458311878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110907306458311878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110907306458311878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110907306458311878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-of-pi_22.html' title='Life of Pi'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110904703023325831</id><published>2005-02-22T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:07:10.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Word Power</title><content type='html'>Visit the Reader's Digest word power site and learn 5 new words every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.readersdigest.ca/wordpower.html"&gt;http://www.readersdigest.ca/wordpower.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been visiting this site for almost 2+ years now and I should mention that it has been a very enriching experience in terms of increasing my vocabulary. For all those who are enticed by the charm of the English language, you would surely not to want to miss out on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to have a new word delivered to your inbox every day, then subscribe to &lt;a href="www.m-w.com"&gt;Merriam Webster's&lt;/a&gt; "Word of the Day". This is another useful way to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110904703023325831?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110904703023325831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110904703023325831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110904703023325831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110904703023325831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/word-power.html' title='Word Power'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110858199335873907</id><published>2005-02-17T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:56:33.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ATM Trauma</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to write on this subject for some time, but just did not get some free time. My weekends are usually at home (in Coimbatore) which means I travel most of the weekends. There are a few weekends I end up in Bangalore and that is primarily because of work load at office. This weekend was one such weekend, but there were other things that I had to do and ended up doing less of office work (thanks to a build break too!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for beating around the bush, let me come to the point. I was in and around Majestic, M.G road and Koramangala over the two days catching up with personal stuff. I noticed (have noticed it before too), that most of the time, people make a beeline in front of the ATM's to withdraw cash. The situation is really bad in the weekends, when I have seen meandering lines running into rows and rows. Inspite of the fact that ATM's have mushroomed all over the city, the average waiting time in an ATM is more or less close to five minutes. I am sure the phenomenon occurs in other big cities like Mumbai and Delhi too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times I have been victimized by these long winding queues. To make matters worse, it so happens that a few folks standing in front of me do everything but keep their card ready in hand. When they are in front of the ATM, they start fumbling for it taking up more time. Sometimes it is a mobile that stalls their procedural process or it is just my hard luck that they grope for the menu and try to make sense out of it (as if all the instructions were given in ancient Arabic). I have even seen a &lt;em&gt;nincompooh&lt;/em&gt; who was standing in front of the machine, doing his arithmetic to figure out whether he should be withdrawing Rs 200/- or Rs 300/-. As much as I try to keep my shirt on, there are those &lt;strong&gt;"specimens"&lt;/strong&gt;, out there, testing my patience, with their monkey like activities before the crisp notes pop out of the tray and they take that and walk away. They never seem to understand that there are other folks in the line waiting for their turn, and end up taking their own sweet time. Honestly, in my humble opinion, it doesn't take more than a minute to withdraw cash (however huge the sum is), but again the average time spent in front of these machines is nothing less than two minutes (this is excluding the parallel activities that I had mentioned above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I finally get my chance and withdraw the cash, I end up walking with an air of superiority, satiated by my accomplishment. I have even let the devil in me, give a sly look at the other folks patiently and impatiently waiting for their turn to come and I start thinking, "Won't it be cool if the cash runs out just after I take my money"? "What if the system crashes as I walk out of this place?". The other folks would go wild and throw tantrums and I can enjoy watching them. As much as I silently enjoy the thoughts of my cheap thrills, I know that is the last thing I or anyone would want to happen. Having said so much, what is the solution to escape the painful process of withdrawing cash? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few suggestions that can come handy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you are a prudent person, take a bulk of money once in two weeks and save the trouble of frequent ATM visits. &lt;br /&gt;2) If you are used to burning the midnight oil, take a stroll at 2 in the morning and get the cash out as your community sleeps over. Of course, the precondition is to have an ATM within a permissible distance.&lt;br /&gt;3) Request for an ATM within your office premises/campus and that way you can hop in anytime or atleast when there is a lean crowd.&lt;br /&gt;4) Use your credit card as much and pay the charges over the net.&lt;br /&gt;5) And finally, if you are the HULK, all my ramblings don't mean a thing to you. All ATM's are yours any time, anywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110858199335873907?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110858199335873907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110858199335873907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110858199335873907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110858199335873907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/atm-trauma.html' title='ATM Trauma'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110785472158235142</id><published>2005-02-08T14:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:56:21.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last page of the Internet?</title><content type='html'>I like to keep this short and sweet. So check out the below link for yourself and you'll know the reason for the title in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;br /&gt;http://www.1112.net/lastpage.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.1112.net/lastpage.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110785472158235142?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110785472158235142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110785472158235142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110785472158235142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110785472158235142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-page-of-internet.html' title='Last page of the Internet?'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110783708111036669</id><published>2005-02-08T09:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:01:21.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A fully paid ticketless travel</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening, after checking up on my friend's transferred goods at the K.R Market (Bangalore), we were heading back to our apartment. Not having much luck with the auto rickshaws at rush hour, we walked quite a bit till we reached a major junction (the probability of finding an auto was much higher at this place; or atleast I thought so). As we were trying to lure an auto wala, I saw a bus approaching towards us and it seemed to be going through our place. Half hesitatingly, I enquired, if the bus goes via Shanti Nagar and the bus driver nodded in affirmative and ushered us to board the bus. Me and my friend quickly got into it, inspite of the fact that these local bus commutes never sounded appealing to me. I searched for the conductor in the crowded bus and gave him a 5 rupee coin and said "Eradu Shanti Nagar" (that is Kannada for those who don't know-the only Kannada word being "Eradu which means "two"!). The conductor gave me 2 rupees back and then gave a very sweet smile. I though that the man was really making his tiresome job a pleasurable one by smiling at people and easing out his tension. After all, how many strangers give you a nice smile in such public places? I duly acknowledged his smile. He then turned his head slightly to one side still carrying his grand smile as if his  action when translated would mean, "Ah! Thanks, that is really nice of you". He brushed past me happily and went on issuing tickets to the other passengers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! "Where are my tickets? Why didn't he give me the tickets after taking the money and being very nice in his manners? " I was thinking to myself, confused as to why he did not give me the ticket. It then dawned on me suddenly, that all his nice gestures and warm smile were only to convince me that a ticket was not necessary though I had paid him the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;moolah&lt;/span&gt;. He was in the process of earning his day's share and I was probably the last of his victims for the day. I was tricked and I was the scape goat. I was embarrassed for a moment then angered and immediately calm. I tried to reconcile from my rapidly changing moods. I just exchanged surprised looks with my friend and both of us were hoping that Murphy's laws doesn't come true in the form of checking inspectors while we unboard the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you may ask, "Why didn't I demand for the ticket?", "Why didn't I be more assertive and aggressive when the conductor cloyingly evaded me the tickets?". I must admit, that I simply did fall prey to his mind tricks. That fake genuine smile and the pretense of a cordial gesture, caught me unaware and before I could react, he had closed the unspoken conversation.  He was triumphantly moving ahead and maybe scouting for another knee-jerk passenger. Lucky for us, we did get down unscathed and I did heave a sigh of relief, thinking to myself, now that was quite an adventure for a paid ticketless travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I have been playing innocent to the whole incident, but somehow I could not see myself going upto him and asking for the tickets. If there is a next time and such a thing repeats, I will know how to react and not be tricked. On the contrary, maybe it is because of such things that I prefer to stick to the 3 wheelers, inspite of manipulated meters, unjustified fares or simple apathy towards picking up a "savaari". And the best of all, there are no tickets to be issued in the rickshaws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110783708111036669?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110783708111036669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110783708111036669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110783708111036669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110783708111036669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/fully-paid-ticketless-travel.html' title='A fully paid ticketless travel'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110777521267337563</id><published>2005-02-07T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:50:12.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Front pages</title><content type='html'>Found this interesting site today which lists a bunch of front pages from different countries of the world (claims to be from 34 countries). The nice part of course is,  that the Indian newspaper, India Times is featured in the list. Check it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newseum.org/todaysfrontpages/default.asp?page=5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110777521267337563?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110777521267337563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110777521267337563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110777521267337563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110777521267337563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/front-pages.html' title='Front pages'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110734025043211986</id><published>2005-02-02T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:00:50.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stumble Upon</title><content type='html'>In couple of my earlier posts, I had mentioned about stumbling upon interesting details or web sites. Well, today, I actually stumbled upon what is called "Stumble Upon"! This is a search engine that lets you stumble upon interesting or useful sites based on your preferences. This engine has been around for a quite a while and I remember using it a couple of years back (when it was in its nascent stages). Today, the site has grown really well and has refined its search algorithms to a great extent. The best part is, it can be added as a toolbar in your favorite&lt;br /&gt;browser (I just added it to Firefox). You can set preferences on the categories of your choice and once set, all you have to do, is click on the "Stumble" button and wait for the engine to take you to a whole lot of interesting sites. You can even rank these sites and based on the rankings, the engine will learn (A.I) about the various sites it fetches and if some of them are bad, they will be silently sidelined. It is always fun to stumble upon information and a good time pass if you are bored to death and badly want a break. Check out all this and much more at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;http://www.stumbleupon.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110734025043211986?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110734025043211986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110734025043211986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110734025043211986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110734025043211986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/02/stumble-upon.html' title='Stumble Upon'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110716882313847482</id><published>2005-01-27T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:23:43.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Most of the software designs happens in the corridor.</title><content type='html'>The above title is an anonymous quote (I have no clue who said this :) ) made in the software industry. The sentence just stirred a few thoughts in my mind and the result is this blog post. I really don't know the veracity of this statement, but digging into the details, I am inclined to believe, it is not far away from the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been part of various design level meetings myself. The setup is usually a wooden paneled 6x8 room (but sometimes bigger too) with a table surrounded with ergonomic chairs and the centre of the table holding the proud invention of Graham Bell-the multi conference VoIP enabled telephone, dare I say, far advanced than what Bell conceived? There are all kinds of focus lights to throw the spot on those trying to steal an afternoon fiesta. And finally, the PRD's and FSD's lying all over the table, the fuel material that provides the needed succor to formulate the best possible design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you are thinking this is THE place for the best solutions to take form, then I am afraid I will not be able to jibe in with this assumption. Usually, the discussion starts off in the right direction, seem to be going fine, when suddenly some random thoughts completely steer the talks from its course and before we realize, the discussion will head in all tangential directions. We go back and forth trying to stay on track, but things do tend to go awry. By the time, we think we are seeing some light, our allotted time gets over and some other team knocks on the door, so that they can find their comfort zone in the room. Slightly vexed, we move out of the room and to release the tension, grab a cuppa coffee and slouch into the couches. A sip of coffee rejuvenates our brain cells and we try and jabber for a while. Suddenly, some one shouts, "Hey, I've got an idea! "Why don't we try and do it this way"? And then the other guy says, "Yeah, this sounds good, maybe we can slightly modify this to make it scalable". And before the heat goes down, the third one says, "Awesome!, with this approach, I can fit in my module without much of an hassle". Things suddenly seem to take shape and a rapid discussion shows a limn of the design. With half cup of the coffee still remaining, we run to our cubes to jot down the freshly brewed idea, lest the brainwave gets washed away. What ensues after this, is purely refining the idea further till it looks like a real good design. Now, this &lt;br /&gt;can continue to happen in the couch or get back to the meeting rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not saying that all the designs always happens this way. I have myself sat in meeting rooms and attended really long teleconferences and formulated design level solutions. At the same time, informal discussions in some one's cube, corridor or the cafeteria have proved to be equally conducive surroundings for taking design level decisions. It is hard to conclude which has the whip hand, but off late, the software environment itself being quite informal, such a surrounding helps us think better rather than confine ourselves into the four walls of a meeting room and try to &lt;br /&gt;incubate on the requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two ways of constructing a software design; one way is to make it so simple that there are obviously no deficiencies, and the other way is to make it so complicated that there are no obvious deficiencies. The first method is far more difficult." - C. A. R. Hoare&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to create a relevance point to include this quote, but did not have much luck this time around. So just adding it for the heck of it, coz I found this quote kewl. Now, this is what is probably another incident of going astray from the centre point of this post;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110716882313847482?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110716882313847482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110716882313847482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110716882313847482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110716882313847482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/most-of-software-designs-happens-in.html' title='Most of the software designs happens in the corridor.'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110716300926347298</id><published>2005-01-26T14:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:46:49.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A professional's milestones</title><content type='html'>I recently heard from one of the managers at my company about the various stages of a computer engineer and how it can affect one's career growth. Coming to think of it little more, I realize that the stages are indeed quite pertinent in shaping our professional career. Though I am going to look at this from a software engineer's eye (as I am one myself), it sure does apply to any professional field if viewed in the right perspective. So let me go ahead and elucidate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How technically strong am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my graduation, I entered the software world by making my first job. As I made my first development plan, I sure wasn't thinking that my short term goal and long term goal would be towards becoming a manager. The question I asked myself at that point was, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"How technically strong am I?"&lt;/span&gt;. I was only thinking of various ways of honing my technical skills, bury myself in writing thousands of lines of code and be contended with solving simple to complex problems and providing efficient solutions. An error free compilation or a bug free code was all that satiated me. I wasn't bothered if my manager looked at my code and appreciated me on it. I had a job to do, and I was just getting it done. I was in my own world. My code, books and hundreds of pages of tutorial were my technical comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How many people do I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a couple of years passed, I slowly realized the need to come out of my shell. Yes, I had written reams and reams of code, fixed whole bunch of bugs and taken care of many nitty, gritty technical issues. But, I probably failed to realize that,there were a lot of people who could have written better code than me, provide more effective and efficient solutions, helped me fix my bugs in a better fashion. The question I asked myself at that point was, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"How many people do I know?&lt;/span&gt; I realized, it was important for me, to know more "egg heads" within my organization. Limiting acquaintance to my techlead, manager, architect or director was surely not sufficient. There was a clear need to know people outside my team, outside my department and maybe outside my organization too. Knowing people from various areas can be very beneficial at the need of the hour. If I had not bridged the "stranger gap" with a lot of people, many Easter eggs would have remained in the oblivion. My eagerness to fix a small hardware issue with my machine paid off, because I knew Mr.X, a hardware expert. We ran into each other  sometime back in an office party. My pet project had a good design review because I contacted Mr. Y who has some prior experience working on a similar project. This only emphasizes the fact that it does become important to know many people in the immediate surroundings if one has to grow further in his/her career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How many people know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if I am going to be in the same organization for more than 5 years, then it becomes absolutely important for me to have a good answer for the question, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"How many people know me?"&lt;/span&gt; I was technically sound, have done impressive work, knew a lot of people over the years through various&lt;br /&gt;meetings, interactions and have earned good remarks from a handful of superiors. This is when it becomes important to do some self evaluation and find out how many people in the organization actually know me. Have my efforts helped me gain enough visibility within the organization? Yes, visibility is extremely important if you have to survive and survive successfully in an organization. If I were to go up in the corporate ladder, then lot of higher ups should know me. They need to be aware of my work, my potential, and if I will be an asset to the organization in the longer run. In my opinion, winning the confidence of folks in this stage is probably the toughest. A lot of stymies to cross, lot of tough but smart decisions to be taken and&lt;br /&gt;more than anything, a plastic smile towards everyone is of paramount importance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to say that life after this is simply a walk in the park, but at this stage one would have laid the foundation strong enough to take the career higher and higher. New things remain to be learnt, some mistakes remain to be unlearnt and that is the walk of life everyone needs to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don't end here. There are lot more milestones to cross, but I strongly feel that once the above three stages are the most important ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110716300926347298?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110716300926347298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110716300926347298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110716300926347298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110716300926347298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/professionals-milestones.html' title='A professional&apos;s milestones'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110610952510004276</id><published>2005-01-19T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:08:45.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grammer Humor</title><content type='html'>While googling around yesterday, I stumbled upon this interesting site which has lot of funny statements on incorrect usage of of grammar. I have cut n paste a few ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't use no double negatives. Don't never use no triple negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't obfuscate your theses with extraneous verbiage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the remaining from this site &lt;a href="http://garnet.acns.fsu.edu/~phensel/Teaching/grammar.html"&gt;http://garnet.acns.fsu.edu/~phensel/Teaching/grammar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110610952510004276?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110610952510004276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110610952510004276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110610952510004276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110610952510004276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/grammer-humor.html' title='Grammer Humor'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110597004734335832</id><published>2005-01-17T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:24:07.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India Mapped</title><content type='html'>One of my friends sent this link to me some time back which surprised me quite a bit. I have seen &lt;a href="http://maps.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo Maps&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/"&gt;Map Quest&lt;/a&gt; doing an awesome job when it comes to having digital maps, but this site, is second to none when it comes to digitizing maps. The best part being that this is a site exclusively dedicated for the Indian sub continent. I know, Yahoo tried putting Bangalore on its maps, but I don't think they were very successful (correct me if I am wrong). I was able to successfully locate my office and apartment in Bangalore and also my home in Coimbatore (though I had to admit it did not have the exact information). But the bottom line is, this is cool. It is great to see this site and the information displayed with a difference. Enough of my marketing now! Get on to it and see the features for yourself. It is called "&lt;a href="http://mapmyindia.com/"&gt;Map My India&lt;/a&gt;"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110597004734335832?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110597004734335832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110597004734335832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110597004734335832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110597004734335832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/india-mapped.html' title='India Mapped'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110562201345783936</id><published>2005-01-13T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:43:33.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FUD Factor</title><content type='html'>FUD stands for Fear, Uncertainity, Doubt.  FUD is achieved by attempting to instill a sense of fear, uncertainty or doubt in the minds of consumers regarding a competitor's product. The word or the acronym gained official status, thanks to IBM who's claim to fame was to play a key role in coining this word (Read more to find out how - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FUD"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FUD&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting incident happened in the internet world, when HP's VP tried to create FUD about the newly launched Solaris 10 from Sun. The interesting part is not the FUD from the VP, but a fitting response from a passionate developer from the open source community. I innocently unleash the power of blog by providing the link to the reply. Read on... &lt;a href="http://www.cuddletech.com/sun/fink.shtml"&gt;http://www.cuddletech.com/sun/fink.shtml&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborate information about FUD, its elements and how to recognize and stay away from it, is very well portrayed in this article - &lt;a href="http://www.attrition.org/~jericho/works/security/fud.html"&gt;http://www.attrition.org/~jericho/works/security/fud.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got to know about FUD when my manager recently mentioned it during a meeting. Interesting information and a cool acronym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110562201345783936?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110562201345783936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110562201345783936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110562201345783936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110562201345783936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/fud-factor.html' title='FUD Factor'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110562179853567513</id><published>2005-01-12T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:39:58.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kaadal (Love)</title><content type='html'>Watched this movie called Kaadal-the latest Tamil movie, nth in the list of launching the cupid arrow. The movie is like any other typical failure love stories, but there are bunch of points that has made quite a difference and in my opinion will also make a huge impact in the most covetous "Box Office". I will elucidate them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Except for Bharat (the boy from Boyz and 4 the People - u will know this if you have listened to this "Lajjavathiye" song), all other characters are totally fresh and probably the first time ever facing the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The movie was based out of Madurai and shot in the same place. No song sequences leapt to Tahiti islands or the Honululu. It has no fights and no jazzy settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I heard that the movie was shot in natural lights as much as possible, the director not using much of artificial lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) One of the important points being,  that the movie is an inspiration from a real life incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) And last but not the least, the screen play and the direction was really outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, the directory vividly portrays the negative aspects of letting one's infatuation grow into love. The initial flame of joy in the tunnel of love is extinguished by family and societal circumstances that leaves staggering wounds in the minds of the lovers. Most of them fail to see the light at the end of the tunnel and the veil of such failures leave them disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is not a sin and to be loved is not a curse, but the essence of true love lies is realizing the big dream of oneness by the two. It is upto the involved folks to overcome all stymies and taste the sweetness of love. If they fail, life can take nasty turns ruining people's life -sth well sculpted out in this movie. Watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110562179853567513?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110562179853567513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110562179853567513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110562179853567513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110562179853567513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/kaadal-love.html' title='Kaadal (Love)'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110560513058811109</id><published>2005-01-10T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:02:10.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend call to action</title><content type='html'>It was after a long time, I was staying in Bangy for the weekend. Did not have any specific plans but was planning to play it by the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one thing all S/W engineers want to shout in unison, then it is "Thank God, it's a Friday"! I love Friday evenings and get as enthused about it as I was during my heydays. Came home around 8 pm. Gansal and myself were the only guys around. We did not feel like cooking nor going out. So settled down for our all time favourite - Pizzas! Garlic bread with EXXXTRA cheese and a veggie personal pan did the magic for the evening. We stayed late watching T.V, munching our pizzas and talking worldly matters (no we still do not have plastic teeth!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to office on Saturday and spent the whole day out there. Was reading some documents coding and listening to a whole bunch of my favorite songs. Had lunch &lt;br /&gt;at a new restaurant called Thaali that is quite close to my apartment. Was back to office after lunch and did more of what I was doing in the morning. Around 6pm, I stacked up my work and got on to some surfing and &lt;a href="www.orkut.com"&gt;orkuting &lt;/a&gt;(Is this an official word by now?). I called it a day at 8pm and went home. &lt;br /&gt;Had some good and sumptuous dinner @ home, thanks to my married friends around! :). My immediate consequence of having a good dinner was to crash into the bed and that is exactly what I did. Saturday was drawing to a close over my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gansal and myself decided to check the status of our apartments we purchased a year and a half ago. It was almost 5 months since we had been there and so wanted to take a sneak preview. Commuting the 12.5 kms to Brigade Gardenia is almost a road trip in Bangalore and hence we decided to complete our visit right in the morning. Anjani tagged along with us and we visited the placed. Quite surprised to see the progress these guys had made. Though we were officially warned about entering the construction&lt;br /&gt;area, we sneaked in to check out our apartments in the 3rd floor. It was a good feeling to see the houses morph into a nice home and our minds were suddenly racing about what needs to be done once the houses are handed over to us. Do we move in? Do we stay in the existing apartment and rent this one out? Did Gansal mention about getting married? Boy, sounded quite scary and we quickly realized that there is no point brainstorming about it right now. We will postpone such decisions to the 11th hour and just keep galloping further. Came back to our apartment by lunch time. Gansal and myself went to Nandini for lunch and after that he took off to office, while I hit home. Spent the afternoon at home watching T.V and playing Age of Empires. In the evening, we did a mini shopping, buying a pair of sandals for Gansal and buying two trousers for my brother. Had dinner and headed straight home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was soon over and so was the weekend. I had to prepare a fresh call to action for the week. Was already feeling the Monday morning blues (sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110560513058811109?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110560513058811109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110560513058811109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110560513058811109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110560513058811109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-call-to-action.html' title='Weekend call to action'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110501623998533536</id><published>2005-01-06T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:27:19.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coimbatore gaining visibility</title><content type='html'>In the last couple of days, my friends have been sending me links about Coimbatore and how it is becoming more of a popular and hot spot. Hailing from Coimbatore it makes me real proud to see the city take the limelight and also turn many a curious eye to this otherwise taciturn city. &lt;a href="http://www.teakada.com/archives/is_coimbatore_booming_just_now.html#more"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is what New York Times and other websites have to say about my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IT industry will hopefully start having footprints here and that is when I will make a jump back to Cbe and say "Now it feels like home!:)". After all, who does not want to be in the eye of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, &lt;a href="http://memorylanes.blogspot.com"&gt;Sai&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://xavierroy.com"&gt;Xavier&lt;/a&gt; too have some good things to say about Cbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110501623998533536?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110501623998533536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110501623998533536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110501623998533536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110501623998533536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/coimbatore-gaining-visibility.html' title='Coimbatore gaining visibility'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110493734298615317</id><published>2005-01-05T20:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:33:53.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ice Breaker</title><content type='html'>Public speaking is fun for people who really love it and for me it is becoming a passion. The obvious consequence was to channel this passion in the right direction and that is what I did, by joining the much-awaited &lt;a href="http://toastmasters.org/"&gt;Toast Master's club&lt;/a&gt; @ Sun. Yesterday, I gave my first speech called the "Ice Breaker" speech. I had to talk about myself for 5 minutes. I had prepared for it a day earlier and gave my speech decently well and of course passed the first level too! I have nine more speeches to complete before I earn my CTM (Competent Toast Master), but I know that is a long way to go. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110493734298615317?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110493734298615317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110493734298615317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110493734298615317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110493734298615317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/ice-breaker.html' title='Ice Breaker'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110481320898229406</id><published>2005-01-03T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:03:28.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And the word of the year 2004 is...</title><content type='html'>Before I mention the word, it makes sense to write a few lines about it. The activity caught on like wild fire and spread across engulfing everyone-from a school kid all the way upto CEO's. People love to write, like to read and and crave for&lt;br /&gt;viewers and comments. There are people who stick to writing only technical stuff, while other's like to write about anything under the face of the sun. CEO's love bitching about other companies and avow to themselves and the larger community that their organization is like an unstoppable rebel force heading straight towards the pinnacle of success and glory. Photographers wanted their share too and I've come across some of the best photos in the recent months. This is what is called an e-revolution. Mobile technology is already making waves across and it caught upon the word to to start the m-revolution, if I may say that. After all, the attempt&lt;br /&gt;here is sincere and it only proves to bring the world into a close and well-knit community. The effect of the activity has gone to such extremes that there are professionals available to help you in the efforts if you want the publicity but&lt;br /&gt;don't have the time and patience to sit down and punch in your thoughts, surely makes one agape in wonder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all this, it is time to introduce the word. For those who have already got it, congratulations, you are part of the revolution. And for the others, the word is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Yes, this is the official word of the year 2004. I see so many people caught on to blogging. Each blog site seems to outdo the other in terms of creative presentation and excellent style of writing. So, if you are not into blogging yet, it is time to get into. It is fun to blog, atleast to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110481320898229406?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110481320898229406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110481320898229406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110481320898229406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110481320898229406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-word-of-year-2004-is.html' title='And the word of the year 2004 is...'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110473780280389603</id><published>2005-01-02T00:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-03T13:06:42.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The New Year woke up as I slept through</title><content type='html'>I did not want to loose my mobile phone on a New Year's day and a host of my other possessions over the year. I was convinced and determined about that. No amount of tempation was going to see me yield. My destination was home and that is where I will be as the New Year dawns. I told this to myself a week before the New Year. Everything was planned. Tickets booked for the 30th night. There was no stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home on 31st morning. Did some shopping over the day and played Dungeon Siege for the remaining part. At 9 pm, got into the cozy bed in the living room (with the TV in the front) and started watching 007 movie "Die Another Day". I was half asleep by 10.30 pm and before I could realize, I was sleeping to glory. The clock had stuck 12 and 2005 woke up while I was in deep slumber. Woke up at 7 am, fresh in mind and body. Ate all the good food my mom prepared, watched TV and had occasional chit-chat sessions with my grandpa, brother and parents. So much for the new year day, quiet and as unassuming as any other day and I really loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came by quickly and I packed my bag and headed for Bangalore in the afternoon train (as there were no tickets in the night). Reached Bangalore safe and uneventful. This blog post is the last event for the day (okay after me and Das watched Legally Blonde 2-a pathetic and highly disappointing movie!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110473780280389603?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110473780280389603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110473780280389603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110473780280389603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110473780280389603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-woke-up-as-i-slept-through.html' title='The New Year woke up as I slept through'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110473256181285871</id><published>2004-12-31T19:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:39:21.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ebbing into the past</title><content type='html'>As we wrap up the year 2004 (in the hours to come), there is a mixed feeling (as always). Been though a sea of changes, lot of good things to cherish in my pensive moods and quite a few bad memories that I want to erase as soon as I can. This is the case with a million other soldiers on this earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the welcome of 2005 is not going to be amidst blasts and balloons in many parts of South East Asia due to the recent outburst of Mother Nature, but a quiet one with prayers in silence for the dear departed and the lucky survivors. I could only share this feeling as much as they do and hope that the coming year brings more peace and harmony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to mention this note as the year 2004 speaks (thanks to Vidya for forwarding this to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have news for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving by this month and won't be able to meet u again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u enjoyed being with me .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had done anything wrong that hurt u ,kindly forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping u will always remember me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u all a lot,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With lots of regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours only,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2004  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a GLORIOUS New Year "2005"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110473256181285871?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110473256181285871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110473256181285871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110473256181285871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110473256181285871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/ebbing-into-past.html' title='Ebbing into the past'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110431493419317890</id><published>2004-12-29T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:38:54.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with an Auto-driver</title><content type='html'>I had to go to Koramangala to pick up some stuff. So in the usual manner, I called for an auto and got into it telling him to take me to my destination. After a minute, the guy struck a conversation with me. What ensued during the commute time was awe inspiring to me. I have managed to recollect most of the conversation and am posting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD: Where are you working?&lt;br /&gt;Me: In a computer based company out here.&lt;br /&gt;AD: Hardware or software?&lt;br /&gt;ME: (Surprised!) Software.&lt;br /&gt;AD: Which company and where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: There is this company called Sun and it is there in...&lt;br /&gt;AD: (Interjects)Oh! Sun Microsystems, Divyasree Chambers?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Surprised again). Aaah. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;AD: How long have you been working here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 3 years&lt;br /&gt;AD: Where did you do your college?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm..In the north, in a place called Pilani. There is an engineering college called...&lt;br /&gt;AD: (Interjects again) And says, Bits-Pilani aa?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I showed no attempts to conceal my surprise and said, Yes, that is the college.&lt;br /&gt;AD: You must've got through campus interview right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I did. It is surprising and also interesting to know that you are aware of all these facts. How come you know all this?&lt;br /&gt;AD: Well, I have two sons. The eldest son finished his engineering in Computer Science and is currently working in ITPL in a start up company.&lt;br /&gt;AD: My younger son is in the 2nd year and is also doing his Computer Science. &lt;br /&gt;AD: My first son scored high marks, but since we did not have the money to send him to good colleges, he ended up studying here in Bangalore university.&lt;br /&gt;AD: He is very intelligent and today he has made all of us proud by getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;AD: My second son is also studying well and we are doing everything to provide him good education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sense of pride in him when he made those statements. He was happy and proud of his eldest son's achievements and younger son's progress. I was quite taken aback and was joyously surprised to hear about this man and his family. My curiousity go the better of me and I asked him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So why are you still driving the auto? Don't you want to quit and enjoy the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;AD: (Indignantly)Who says I am not enjoying now? I am very much enjoying my life now. But I don't want to put additional burden on my son right away.&lt;br /&gt;AD: He has come a long way to this position now. He deserves to have a tension free life for some time to come.I will earn to take care of me and my wife. The money he earns is for himself and his future. But, he has already taken the responsibility of providing financial help to his brother.&lt;br /&gt;AD: My father was a day wage labourer who started working from 12 and worked till he was 70. He had saved some money and helped me buy this auto. He felt it was his duty to do that. But after getting the auto, he still worked as a watchman to take care of his expenses till he died. I want to follow his ideals and do the same to my children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was zapped. I couldn't say more. I felt elated. It was awesome to see such high and strong principles in this person. He started his questions again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD: So are you from Chennai?&lt;br /&gt;ME: No, from Coimbatore.&lt;br /&gt;AD: Where is your family?&lt;br /&gt;ME: All in Coimbatore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before he could ask his next question, my destination had come. I got down from the auto and told him that it was such an excellent experience talking to him and if there is anything I can do for his sons, I would be very glad to do so. I left my card with him after paying him the fare and bidding him good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite an exhilarating experience to meet some people in our daily life who radiate so much of motivation. Achieving success is no walk in the park and all over the world there are people doing their best to overcome stymies reach the success milestones. This auto driver is one who has just reached one such milestone. My wishes and prayers for him and his family to see more and everlasting success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110431493419317890?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110431493419317890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110431493419317890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110431493419317890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110431493419317890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/conversation-with-auto-driver.html' title='Conversation with an Auto-driver'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110431388065895935</id><published>2004-12-27T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:21:20.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A good deed for the day</title><content type='html'>A couple of days back when I was getting down from the bus at Cbe, there was this&lt;br /&gt;blind man who got down too. He wanted to cross the road and so I just helped him to reach the other side of the road. He thanked me and said, "Have a good day"! &lt;br /&gt;Today as I was heading towards office, there was this probably 1st standard kid who wanted to get to the other side of the road to get his auto, but the heavy traffic on Langford road was simply too much for the kid to handle. So I offered to help him cross and once in the auto, the kiddo said "Thanks Anna!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not writing this to blow my trumpet here, but just started thinking, "Can I consider this a good deed for the day"?. If yes, then would it hurt to do sth as trivial as helping some one cross the road be a good deed for a day? In our so called "busy" lives, we surely do not have time to spend even an hour doing some sort of social service though many of us yearn and desire to do so. In such cases, helping people in our day to day lives is surely a good deed and the pleasure we can derive out it can make us immensely satisfied. This is very much a doable act and I am sure many of us would've already thought about it and doing it. I am strongly motivated to do ONE good deed everyday in some form or the other. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110431388065895935?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110431388065895935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110431388065895935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110431388065895935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110431388065895935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-deed-for-day.html' title='A good deed for the day'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110204803830445620</id><published>2004-12-03T09:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:14:18.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spelling Bees</title><content type='html'>I was reading an article in Times of India yesterday about how people have become pathetic with their spellings espy in the world of chat and SMS. The interesting part is  that more than 60% of the people fumbled when asked to spell common words like "necessary", "immediate" " , and a few others (I don't remember them). Such people are termed to be "orthogonally challenged" -quite an interesting term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got this forwarded mail which was quite a contradiction to the emphasis on spelling. Research has it that apart from the first and last letter of the word, the remaining letters can be placed in any random order and they would make perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe it, read the below lines for yourself and be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I wz rdanieg&lt;br /&gt;The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at&lt;br /&gt;Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are,&lt;br /&gt;The olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit&lt;br /&gt;pclae. The rset cn be a taotl mses and u cn sitll raed it wouthit a&lt;br /&gt;porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by&lt;br /&gt;istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thaught&lt;br /&gt;slpeling wahs ipmorantt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Lynne Truss reads this, she will surely have an heart-attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I did run this post through the spell check and it PASSED! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110204803830445620?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.randomhouse.com/wotd/index.pperl?date=19991122' title='Spelling Bees'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110204803830445620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110204803830445620&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110204803830445620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110204803830445620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/12/spelling-bees.html' title='Spelling Bees'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110118898632342867</id><published>2004-11-23T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-23T11:22:24.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cornucopia of Acronyms</title><content type='html'>In the past 5 months of work as a software engineer, I would have encountered more than a hundred acronyms of various technologies. The interesting point is that these acronyms I've come across are only in the Java/J2ee world. I don't think that comes to me as a surprise given that I am at Sun Microsytems for the past 3 years. I was wondering how on earth would some ever be aware of all these acronyms at the first place leave alone the next big task of knowing what technology each of these acronyms stood for and what these technologies offer. It is mind boggling to even think of it. Just to give a sneak preview of what I've come across in the past months are, J2EE, J2SE, JAXP, JAXB, JAX-RPC, XML, SOAP, JMS, JMX, EJB, CMP, BMP, MDB, WSDL, UDDI, JXTA, JSR, JCP,JAR, EAR, WAR, etc. Of course, this list is not an exhaustive one (I have my own misgivings if anyone can come up with an exhaustive list). Microsoft needs a mention here as they are no way behind in their abundance for acronyms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not sure convinced about the number, take a look at this website and the information will leave you agape. &lt;a href="http://www.developer.com/lang/article.php/3399521"&gt;http://www.developer.com/lang/article.php/3399521&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this interesting site on acronyms and you will find some interesting trivia there. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acronym"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acronym&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, acronyms have become a common thing in our lives (most relevant in the IT world) and though they have really gone out of our hand, we have to gracefully except them and keep the learning curve going higher and higher. While you are reading this, there are folks growing the list of acronyms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFN &amp; BW ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110118898632342867?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110118898632342867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110118898632342867&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110118898632342867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110118898632342867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/cornucopia-of-acronyms.html' title='Cornucopia of Acronyms'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110110416019292982</id><published>2004-11-22T11:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-22T11:46:00.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheers</title><content type='html'>I'll put this disclaimer right away mentioning that I am no way promoting this place or trying to sound biased towards anything. Now, if you are confused, then I am successful in confusing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, coming to the point, I have recently joined this club called the Cheers club. This is a regular book/VCD library but with a difference. The place is made to look so much like home with great couches around where you can take a book, slouch into the couch and keep reading. If you are feeling hungry or wanting to much sth, you can always order french fries, paneer tikka or whatever is there in their mini menu-they prepare this in their mini kitchen. They also have a home theatre where you could take your family or friends and watch your favorite movie.The best part I like about this whole place is that you get to rent CD's/DVD's that are 100% original (no pirated stuff or "thiruthu" VCD). Of course, all this comes with a price which you can check out at their place. They are located at Koramangala, Hosur Road and Jayanager. My recent movie flicks from this place were Harry Potter's-Chamber of Secrets and Intolerable Cruelty. So is it time to watch a movie and say "Cheers"  ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110110416019292982?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110110416019292982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110110416019292982&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110110416019292982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110110416019292982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-110105990701031831</id><published>2004-11-21T23:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-22T11:38:27.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Religious Retreat</title><content type='html'>The long weekend combining Diwali was quite a memorable one. My parents and my brother visited Bangalore the next day after Diwali. We went on a two day trip to nearby places like Talai Cauvery (Coorg district), Mysore, Melukote and Srirangapattinam. All these places are religious places famous in unique ways. Talai Cauvery-the origin of river Cauvery is considered a religious spot and claimed to be the "Southern Ganges". We hired the Indian oldie Ambassador and started on Saturday morning 6.30 am. We had breakfast at Maddur Tiffany's (which is very famous for its Vadas) at 8.30 am. From then on, it was a non-stop ride to Talai Cauvery which was around 200 kms. The roads were quite bad in lot of places but the skillful driver Jose meandered his way through the hills and valleys and finally reached the spot. A perfect blend of religious santity and nature's display of flora and fauna is a sight that is quite easy to recall but hard to describe. After offering prayers, we headed back to Coorg with an additional 5 liters of the so called pure water of Cauvery. Let us not get into the subject of the purity of the water-of course I still don't question its santity. Our initial plan was to stay in Coorg, but the place kinda looked weird and so we changed our mind and headed straight to Mysore. We halted in Mysore for the night quite tired after the day's drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diwan's residency (where we stayed) was just a refugee camp for the night. We wiggled out of the place by 7 am on Sunday morning and headed straight to Srirangapattinam to see Lord Ranganatha in his famous "Ananthasayanam". I need to mention that the temples here in the South carry some mystical tranquility that all the turmoil in your mind vanishes the moment you step into them (maybe some day I will mention this as a separate topic!). After offering our prayers, we headed towards Melukote. On the way, we say Tipu Sultan's dilapidated fort, and the place near the temple where his body was supposed to be found. History and legend has it that, Tipu was somehow trying to escape by entering the temple so that he can be spared his life. But he was killed just a few hundred yards from the temple walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melukote was a 2 hour ride from Srirangapattinam. The roads were making the drive quite painful but that was a Hobson's choice and we just had to drive through. In Melukote, we visited the Chaluvanarayanaswamy temple which is in the foot hills. After this, we started our ascend to the Narasimhar's temple on top of the rocky hill. After offering our prayers here, we came down and saw the temple tank (usually called Pushkarani).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having completed our agenda, we started our Bangalore journey from there around 12.30 pm. On the way, we stopped at the Kamat hotel for lunch and finally hit home at 4.30 pm. The journey was quite enjoyable and after a long time the four of us were doing such a trip. Thanks to the weather, the two days were very pleasant that kept us fresh and going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and brother stayed in Bangalore for the next two days where we went around Bangalore and did decent shopping, my brother got us all new clothes for Diwali. Their four day stay in Bangalore and my break from work was rejuvenating and the trip just made it even more refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-110105990701031831?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/110105990701031831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=110105990701031831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110105990701031831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/110105990701031831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/religious-retreat.html' title='A Religious Retreat'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109954196207478448</id><published>2004-11-04T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-04T09:52:43.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My file extension type</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://xavierroy.com"&gt;Xavier&lt;/a&gt; had this funny and silly (according to me) post in his blog and I just got curious and tried it for myself and below is the result. Now that looks pleasing to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2004/10/extension_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2004/10/file_extensions/mpg.jpg" alt="You are .mpg You live life like it was a movie.  Constantly in motion, you bring pleasure to many, but are often hidden away." border="0" height="90" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which File Extension are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109954196207478448?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109954196207478448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109954196207478448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109954196207478448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109954196207478448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-file-extension-type.html' title='My file extension type'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109937439799988087</id><published>2004-11-02T11:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-04T16:59:22.063+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It was raining cats and dogs</title><content type='html'>I was in Chennai over the weekend and after some 7-8 years, I witnessed a soaked Chennai-the rain Gods must be pleased with their work in this city that is deprived of one of the most essential things for survival-WATER. The chill sea breezeand the incessant rainfall made the city look quite welcoming. Though the roads were quite messy, you could see the folks enjoying the painful pleasure wading through the water and skating through the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every couple of hours, there was quite a downpour that reminded me of this adage, &lt;br /&gt;"It rained cats and dogs". Oh, btw for the curious minds, I figured out some interesting etymology for this phrase which you can find at "&lt;a href="http://worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-rai1.htm"&gt;raining cats and dogs&lt;/a&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I loved the weekend stay at Chennai, loved the weather, the rain and loved staying indoors playing my favorite computer games. Raindrops stuck the chord well to suit the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just did me some talkin' to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I said I didn't like the way he got things done&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin' on the job&lt;br /&gt;Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red&lt;br /&gt;Cryin's not for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's worryin' me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red&lt;br /&gt;Cryin's not for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's worryin' me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Courtesy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/b-j-thomas-raindrops-keep-&lt;br /&gt;fallin-on-my-head-lyrics.html"&gt;http://www.lyricsdownload.com/b-j-thomas-raindrops-keep-fallin-on-my-head-lyrics.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109937439799988087?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109937439799988087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109937439799988087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109937439799988087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109937439799988087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-was-raining-cats-and-dogs.html' title='It was raining cats and dogs'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109905480995288326</id><published>2004-10-29T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-29T18:30:09.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Sophia da...</title><content type='html'>I wanted to enquire about Anna's betrothal (Anand's sobriquet that can keep you guessing his gender!) that happened last Sunday. So I casually picked up the phone&lt;br /&gt;and dialed his mobile number. The ring tone was quite different than usual but I did not think that it was unusual. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello". I replied back saying, "Hello Anna, this is Srini here. You at office? meeting?" &lt;br /&gt;And his reply really took me off guard. He said, "Dey, I'm in Sophia da. Just landed now". That was quite amazing because I just spoke to that guy a week back and there was no news about his travelling. All of a sudden, the guy was airborne and in a different&lt;br /&gt;part of the world. It was quite thrilling to note that a local call ended up being an international one! Enjoy your stay Anna and drink a lot of buttermilk! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109905480995288326?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109905480995288326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109905480995288326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109905480995288326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109905480995288326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-in-sophia-da.html' title='I&apos;m in Sophia da...'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109877511613074693</id><published>2004-10-26T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:48:36.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flamers and Slammers</title><content type='html'>It was 1997 when we got our 12th results and most of us fanned out to pursue our &lt;br /&gt;grad education at different places. The next 4-5 years most of us were buried in our studies, were in touch with very few friends while the others seemed to have been lost in oblivion. Back to the future, the year is 2004 and by now most of us are buried in fixing bugs, writing code and attending meetings and conference calls. To hell with our work, a couple of us decided to revive our old contacts. We googled in and around Bangalore and were surprised to find around 15 folks all working in different places but not aware of the other's presence. Like someone said, “So near and yet so far”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet up and on this lovely Saturday evening (3 weeks back!) we meet at a restro bar called &lt;a href="http://shiokfood.com"&gt;ShiokFood&lt;/a&gt;.  Mamoo's to Mams to&lt;br /&gt;Machans were the gestures thrown in tantrums when we meet each other after 7 years (yes, it was SEVEN looooooog years). And then the real party started. We were not only catching up with time, but also with the bartender coaxing into making real exotic and wild cocktails, fueling our party spirits with the flamers and slammers. Starting with Illusion Eyes, we went to have Shiok Slammers and finally&lt;br /&gt;ended up with Electric Jumps (which had lot of hot chill pepper sauce in it!). Boy, it was one wild party that we had and all of us were glad to have done this. This is just the beginning and more are yet to come! The Idol show thus began...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109877511613074693?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109877511613074693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109877511613074693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109877511613074693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109877511613074693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/10/flamers-and-slammers.html' title='Flamers and Slammers'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109534346339357640</id><published>2004-09-16T19:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:41:52.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>36 vs 200</title><content type='html'>The Palaghat highway is quite a distance from my place in Coimbatore, but given that Cbe is 1/4th of Chennai, they would hardly call it a distance. I was in no mood to do the spider man act of hopping more than a couple of buses to reach the destination, but it was a Hobson's choice I had with my parents, not budging to any of my gimmicks to take a pleasure ride.Thankfully, the afternoon was quite cool and windy when we started and that was a welcome sign. It was Catch (the) 22 and&lt;br /&gt;get down at the first pit stop which did not take more than 15 minutes. While we were figuring out our next mode of commute the bright red vehicle zoomed right past us and stopped to a screeching halt. Hopped in to secure ourselves a seat and off we zoomed again touching the Palaghat highway. This one has a customized stopping facility and we were glad to get off right where we wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to visit my friend's(Mani's) new house and also wish his father a happy 60th b'day. Having spent some quality time at their house and completing the formalities of munching the sweets and drinking coffee, we started our return journey. The strategy applied was the same. We got hold of the Suryan FM enabled 40 seater and got down at our connecting hub. Another 40 seater honked in and before we could realise, we were at home. My parents were very pleased for not having to part with lot of moolah and I had to accept that it was sure a super-saver. It cost us only Rs 36 for to and fro in the public transport as against Rs 200 to and fro in the famous Indian call-taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My title had an arithmetic error and thankz to Xavier for noticing it. Sometimes things don't add up properly in life do they? I've made the correction anyways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109534346339357640?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109534346339357640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109534346339357640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109534346339357640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109534346339357640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/09/36-vs-200.html' title='36 vs 200'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109534260339043330</id><published>2004-09-16T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:20:03.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The indelible mark of the Indian clan</title><content type='html'>Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;I was Sitting in the auto waiting for the 180 seconds signal to turn green. After a while a black sedan pulls beside me. I lean out to take a look and no doubt it was a Sonata ,glimmering in all grandeur. I was starting to admire the beauty of the black stallion (is it worth calling the car so?) when I was taken aback by what happened in the next few seconds. The power window on the navigator's side rolled down to reveal a person well dressed in a perfect business suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splat! Thoo! Thup! &lt;/strong&gt;was the sound and what an artist was he to have made those markings on the electrical post standing tall and white (now with a red spot in the corner). Immensely satisfied with his act, the person leans back in his seat and the power window goes up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, I was on M.G Road in an auto. The driver would have given the creeps to Schumi exhibiting his perfectly precarious driving skills. As he was maneuvering the 3-wheeler in the  busy traffic, he did a twin act of disposing the ammunition from his mouth. It was with enough dexterity that he shot the ammo from his mouth that I could not stop from admiring it. If he was in any spitting competition, he would have won it hands down. The beauty about his spit time act was&lt;br /&gt;that he was careful enough to save his vehicle from any marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go with more such scenes,but if you want more feast for the eyes, you can see such modern arts in the subways, railway and bus stations, big white walls and just about any other place where one considers is an (in)appropriate place to cleanse his mouth. The "Paan" is a true mark of the common Indian man. Who stops him from spitting it where he likes?, Who warns him, who educates him? Nobody! Maybe it is not part of the civic sense at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a modern art buff, you don't need M.F.Hussain to have you agape with his&lt;br /&gt;paintings. A bunch of our full time pan chewers (more aptly the spitters) will do a wonderful job for you. From the best city to the worst village in India, these marks are pervasive. I even heard that the New York lanes have exuberant displays of such art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we ever realize that we are not only spoiling the beauty of the city landmarks, but also causing a serious threat to the already threatened health and hygiene conditions in our cities and towns? Only a conscious effort from our side and an ethical and moral responsibility towards our immediate surroundings will force people to refrain from such demeaning acts. I am trying to make noise about it through this media. Who else wants to bark louder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109534260339043330?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109534260339043330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109534260339043330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109534260339043330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109534260339043330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/09/indelible-mark-of-indian-clan.html' title='The indelible mark of the Indian clan'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109207667556933809</id><published>2004-08-10T01:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:32:11.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 2 - not an impressive web spin</title><content type='html'>I went to watch Spiderman 2 with lot of excitement (just like that of a kid ready to watch the cartoon) but was quite disappointed to see that it did not stand upto my expectations.The first part was soo good that I was really hoping this would spice it up more (which of course it did inspite of me not liking it! :) ). Spiderman revealing himself to a whole bunch of folks in the train and then expecting them to keep mum about his little (now open)secret was quite hard to digest. MJane had to be told is acceptable because the love storywhich budded in the first, blossomed in the second had to display its grandeur in the next.Harry had to know because he had to avenge his father's death and also we can see a new villan now (maybe junior goblin?). And btw, if so many of the common folks knew spider man,why didn't he reveal himself (explicitly) to his aunt?&lt;br /&gt;Overall, graphics was good, the song Raindrops was good and I just wished that Spider man did not reveal himself to a wider community !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109207667556933809?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109207667556933809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109207667556933809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109207667556933809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109207667556933809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/spiderman-2-not-impressive-web-spin.html' title='Spiderman 2 - not an impressive web spin'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-109195073813945089</id><published>2004-08-08T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-08T13:08:58.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Out of hibernation</title><content type='html'>It has been more than a couple of months since I blogged here. I did not want my initial enthu to blog to fizz out like a cola, but sometimes priorities are different and certain activities take the back seat all the time. Today I decided to do a "priority inversion" and end my hibernation. This could end up being a pretty long blog if I have to write about everything over these months, so I will just summarize the main events (ok you read it,I don't remember half of what I did over these months!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June zoomed past me while I was buried in reading a whole bunch of articles, documentsand technology stuff for my new project (can't put more info as it is an Intellectual Property!). Weekends came by and went and so did my visits to Coimbatore and Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first week of July, the four of us (parents,brother and myself) went to Thirupathi-a long due to visit Venky (our family diety!). We saw a couple of nearby temples around this city and spent a nice weekend out there. The remaining days of the month saw me through with not much of activities (except of course for the work!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a quick jump to the present day and from now on I'll try and make my presence here more often that not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-109195073813945089?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/109195073813945089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=109195073813945089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109195073813945089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/109195073813945089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/08/out-of-hibernation.html' title='Out of hibernation'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-108507444981595156</id><published>2004-05-20T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:18:40.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tete-a-Tete with Dr. James "Java" Gosling</title><content type='html'>This was such a dream come true in my life when I had this excellent oppurtunity to sit with the "Father of Java" and have lunch with him. It was none other than Dr. James Gosling who blessed the Sun India Engineering Centre with his august presence on the 19th of May 2004. I had this once in a lifetime oppurtunity to interact with him on that day, share his views about Java, get an autograph on a book written by him and finally crack some jokes on a dessert of vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (20th of May 2004), I once again has an exclusive oppurtunity to interview him for the newsletter (I am glad I took up the editorial post for the Sun newsletter). Sitting in a S-class Benz Car with him and sailing through the morning traffic of Bangalore saw us through the entire part of the interview. The two days of spending those invaluable time with him is an indelible milestone in my life - some thing that makes me proud of Java, Sun and myself (for being part of this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/640/DSCF0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/320/DSCF0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Dr.James Gosling &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-108507444981595156?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108507444981595156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=108507444981595156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108507444981595156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108507444981595156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/tete-tete-with-dr-james-java-gosling.html' title='Tete-a-Tete with Dr. James &quot;Java&quot; Gosling'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-108421401202316967</id><published>2004-05-10T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-05-11T00:03:32.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Say no to Plastic</title><content type='html'>I was in Ooty a couple of weeks back and I was surprised to see sign boards all over the place saying "NO TO PLASTIC BAGS". It was quite pleasing to see that all the people in this town are quite conscious about using plastic bags which has made quite a difference to the whole place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many of us know that plastic bags are an environmental hazard, non biodegradable, how many of us actually refrain from using them? I was thinking about this a while back and  decided not to accept plastic bags from shops anymore. Also, I strongly feel that supermarket chains like FoodWorld, Monday2Sunday,etc should encourage usage of paper bags as against plastic bags.  If big chains like these discourage plastic usage, it will create more awareness amongst us and make us conscious about our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us try and do a bit to save our environment - SAY NO TO PLASTIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-108421401202316967?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108421401202316967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=108421401202316967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108421401202316967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108421401202316967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/05/say-no-to-plastic.html' title='Say no to Plastic'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-108295731499810128</id><published>2004-04-26T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:02:47.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On a nice sojourn</title><content type='html'>Took off on Friday 23rd and went on a two day trip to Ooty  (a hill station) with my parents. We left Coimbatore on Friday morning at 11 am and reached Ooty at 2 in the afternoon.  Our visit coincided with the Rain God's visit that afternoon. Incessant rains forced us to stay indoors till 6 in the evening. After that we took a nice saunter and visited Charring Cross. Did some window shopping and called it a day.  The next day we hired a cab and visisted the Dodabedda peak, Pykara Dam, Boat house, Brindavan Gardens, Rose Garden and a few picturesque valleys. This took us till almost 3 in the afternoon. We took a lot of snaps and had a real good time visiting these places. The best part of course, being the weather.  It was so much of a relief to get out of the heat wave that grasped most part of  the South and to enjoy the chilly winds of the Western Ghats.  After bidding good bye to our relatives, we started our descend to Cbe the same evening and reached "Home sweet home" by 8 pm on Saturday evening.  Sunday was  a quiet day and we spent most of the time indoors except for a few hours to see the doctor and buy a pair of shoes for Madhu (my brother). Caught the bus at 10 pm and headed straight to Bangalore. The weekend was truly rejuvenating and it was a much needed break!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-108295731499810128?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108295731499810128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=108295731499810128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108295731499810128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108295731499810128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/04/on-nice-sojourn.html' title='On a nice sojourn'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-108254491554849105</id><published>2004-04-21T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:07:03.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new feather to the old bird</title><content type='html'>Today we had our ground floor inauguration at SUN IEC amidst all pompous. Mark and Vijay did the formalities and this is truly a historic milestone in IEC's achievements.  With hi-tech labs, sun standard cubicles and beautiful conference rooms, the place looks really a s/w engineer's haven.  So much for the lucky chaps to work in this new place, while I enjoy my little nook on the 6th floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-108254491554849105?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108254491554849105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=108254491554849105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108254491554849105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108254491554849105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/04/new-feather-to-old-bird.html' title='A new feather to the old bird'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-108252095950397267</id><published>2004-04-21T09:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:08:27.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Treat in the "Gramin" style</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, our gang went to Gramin to celebarate the occasion of Athu getting her H1B  this year. We had a good time squeezing each other in the rat hole place, but the food (an authentic North Indian sytle) was really good and that simmerred our frustations a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;Though the place was qutie claustrophobic, people were pouring in all the time. So much to please the taste buds, that people preferred to hang on till they got their little nook. JB and Athu had to put up with some curd spilling on them, thanks to the waiters, but that did not let our fun be washed away. Quite a fun evening it was overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-108252095950397267?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108252095950397267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=108252095950397267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108252095950397267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108252095950397267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/04/treat-in-gramin-style.html' title='Treat in the &quot;Gramin&quot; style'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769176.post-108184136224038129</id><published>2004-04-13T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:17:48.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To do or not to do</title><content type='html'>In feb 2000, Rob Pike published a white paper "System Software Research is Irrelevant".  This is more than a truth now and people who have realised this are silently admitting to the statement. Today, we are all concerned/bothered about creating new applications with existring technology or coming up with a technology that is actually an amalagamation of existing technologies. Where has all the thinking gone in coming up with a new OS with a new architecture..not a Windows based or a unix based one..something which is different?? &lt;br /&gt;does all this make any sense???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769176-108184136224038129?l=gsraghavan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/feeds/108184136224038129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769176&amp;postID=108184136224038129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108184136224038129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769176/posts/default/108184136224038129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gsraghavan.blogspot.com/2004/04/to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title='To do or not to do'/><author><name>Srini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05084280847116380238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1451/1024/Srini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
