Shifting To Wordpress

I thought of trying out wordpress for some time for blogging. So I'll be posting on http://iwantsoma.wordpress.com.

315 to 216

Only an engineer can understand the happiness of completing the B.Tech. project peacefully. I did mine too, that too without any issues. The panel seemed reasonably satisfied and my mentor was considerate enough and hence I got an A. But trust me I had never done such sloppy work ever before in my life. The reason was that I knew that at the end of it all, it all depended on how I would present my work(no-work in my case). So all I did was prepare well for the presentation and crap so much in the presentation to the panel that they would be compelled to believe that I did a lot of work.
In retrospect, when I think of all this, I cannot help but smile and feel that strong nostalgic feeling that I guess all the students have towards their Alma-mater. It was this feeling that propelled me to continue my education in the hope of reliving some of those days again. So now I am in XLRI pursuing a diploma in business management. What I did not know when I joined this place is that the things that I did in my BTP presentation would become my core work(that includes crapping a lot too)! The importance of presentations is of utmost importance in a B-School(ya, we do have a prof. that insists on wearing suit, yes a complete suit with tie, to all his classes. How much I hated wearing formals :( and how much they have become part of my life). These are still the initial days in this new life and am enjoying some parts of it and missing a lot of DA-IICT, especially that totally unpretentious life that one could live there. And of course that room, C-315 where I probably spent the most time per unit area ever in my life. For the next two years, room 216 of The Father Enright Men's Residence is my abode. Let's see where this journey of mine from 315 to 216 takes me.

Ubuntu Fiesty Fawn

The coolest Linux that I have had on my box as yet. Cool enough for a 512 MB ram comp. I guess! Here are the snapshots, with Beryl running.
The first image is when of the desktop when I was rotating it to shift from one workspace to another. The second one is of all the tasks that I was doing. This comes when taking your mouse to the top-right corner of the screen. I find this functionality very useful.
Apart from these cool looks, there a some very good animations during minimization and maximization of windows. But unfortunately, I cannot take a screenshot of them!
Besides, thanks to Bokaro for his help in setting up this.

BTP, Mafia and an Utterly Confused, Senti Guy

I never imagined that being in the fourth year could be such a testing experience. In fact, I thought just the reverse. After all, there is just the BTP to do, I thought. Well, as it turns out, the freedom offered by the final semester is deceptive. One believes in his/her abilities and relies on completing the project sometime. The problem is that this elusive "time" never comes. Towards the end, all you have is an utterly anxious student. Add to this anxiety the pain of leaving a very blissful life. Life without any cares, the protection of parents and most importantly, all the time in the world to do anything one wishes. The result is a person who is on the verge of an emotional breakdown(By the way, that's me).
So when a few days back my roommate suggested that we play mafia at 1:00 in the night, I thought he had gone mad. But then, I had nothing better to do(my computer had crashed so I could not watch movies. The BTP does not count.) so I agreed. Somehow(With some help from the almighty), we were able to gather enough people, and more importantly, explain the rules of the game to them. The next four hours were some of the most relaxed ones I had spent in a long time. For once, I did not have BTP on my mind or the apprehensions about my future or this whole question about weather I was going to die of some fatal disease before the girl of my dream finds out that I love her.
I don't know why but it was after a long time that I felt alive again. I wanted to take on this world, just like a few months ago when I believed in certian principles, when I had certain heroes and that infinite amount of energy to rise after every fall. I don't know what the game did to me but even with those fallen heroes, those unclear principles and the realisation of the fact that I am a mere mortal, I want to rejuvinate myself. I want to live with hope and not hoplessness. I want to enjoy both victories and failures. I want to live every moment that I have, even if it is one of the last that I spend as an undergaduate. I think that its all about hope. And none captures the virtues of hope better than "Shawshank Redemption" which says that "Hope is a good thing and no good thing ever dies".

हिन्दी

यार, गूगल मस्त है ! अब हिन्दी में लिखना कितना आसान हो गया है । लेकिन अफ़सोस मेरे कंप्यूटर पर हिन्दी फोंट्स अच्छे से नही दिखते :-(.

Altruistic Thoughts

Since the last few days, I have been bugged by thoughts of changing the things around me. Everything ranging from my room to the world. As a citizen of an information age, I feel empowered by the amount of freedom and visibility Internet(especially blogs) have given. It might seem childish but its true that I want to voice my opinions on anything that I do not like and I expect to be heard and followed. I want to use the tool of technology that I have been taught to operate. But alas, my thoughts remain with me and there is no effect.
This has put me into an introspective mode. I mean why would one wish to change things and how should one go about it(given that my day-dreams have resulted into nothing for so long)?
The answer to the why part is that change is required for the betterment of the things around. I guess everybody would accept this. Then, I wonder, why is there so much friction when change takes place? I think that it is in large part due to the fact that while striving for some change, we presume that the makers of the present orders were incompetent. The folly here lies in ignoring that our perception of a "better" order might have been the result of some new perspective gained over time.
However, it is not the why that is so disturbing. It is the how? How must one go about changing things? In my endeavor to revolutionize the world I guess I lost the picture close to home. I have started lagging in my project and have become lazy, not doing anything but just thinking(blessed are those who are paid just to think! Oh ya, I'd like to become a prof.). Only recently did it strike me that all that I had to change was me. Only if I could do the things I could perfectly, I would make hell lot of difference. Believe me, I hated when oldies talked like this but somehow now I feel that they were right! I then wonder if extreme egotism is the real form of altruism.

Nation of Rebels

iPod's are cool. So is hanging out at CCD and Barista. Watching F1 is for the knowledgeable and different and if you watch cricket, you are just a conformist, being manipulated by the media and the sponsors of the game.
It is this kind of "counter-culture" thinking that Heath and Potter question in their book titled "Nation of Rebels". They take you though the arguments given by the counter-culture activists(like hippies etc.) for using organic food, environmentally friendly cars etc. Then they very lucidly explain how these arguments are not what they are put out to be. That is to say that the very desire of humans to be different is the cause of consumerism.
Let's take F1 and cricket, for instance. People watch F1 because they think that cricket is too much sponsors and too little fun. So, to be different, let's watch F1. Whereas the matter of fact is that F1 is so highly dependent of sponsors that the chances of that being manipulated is much higher. However, such arguments are never put against F1 purely because it is different.
Nation of Rebels is like the blue pill in this matrix of too many ideas. For once, one is put face to face with plausible explanations for the way things are. Why people watch totally non-sensical soap operas and why fashion comes and goes? How are we being manipulated not just by the big corporations but also by activist organisations(and probably more so)? These are some questions that we all probably never think of but when faced with the explanations, the answers seem so glaring and the questions so important that none of them can be ignored. So I suggest to anyone who has the will to learn about the bitter realities of this world to read this book.

Corridor Cricket

The exact date of the conceptualization of Corridor Cricket is hazy but it happened sometime in January 2007. Ujjwal and Ady(Uncle) are the pioneers of this game.

The Setting

A "Nilkamal" plastic chair is used as the wicket. The chair is placed in the center of the corridor. Just a few paces from it must be a perpendicular aisle where an optional fielder(sometimes two) stands. Here the audiences may also sit and watch the exciting game.

The Rules

Gully cricket players might find the rules familiar but there are certain differences.

• A batsman is out only by the following ways:-
• Bold
• Catch Out
• One-Tip-One-Hand: Note here that any fumbling of ball whereby the catch is not caught directly after the tip without the use of any other thing than a hand is counted as not out.
• If the ball hits the wall directly
• If the ball hits the player below the waist three times(not necessarily in succession).
• For every successful hit, the batsman gets a run.
• The team making higher number of runs wins the game.
• The game must be played under corridor lights only. Any game during the day is strictly prohibited.

I'll post some pictures to make things clear, but I hope you get the general idea(oops, I hope Aakash does not read this ;).

Winning is Not an Option out Here!

It is a necessity. India is not a country where one can say that "at least I tried" or "I have found 10000 ways of not making a bulb". Nope! The kind of stigma associated with defeat and the desperate necessity of success in everything that one does ensures that the only those who tread the beaten path are rewarded. The world is so ruthless for the one who makes his own way that sometimes I wonder if its worth at all. I am sure that this question nags many other people. And the most apparent solution is to go somewhere where such an attitude(that of doing something new and innovative) is praised. I think that this is the main reason for the exodus of talented people from India. They say that nowadays things are changing. With booming economy, there are a lot of opportunities. I ask is there any room for innovation anywhere? The answer is a simple no. For all the big corporates that exist in India, none really is involved in any form of innovation. The reason? Well pursuing innovation is a risky business. And in this land of the conventional, such a thing is totally taboo.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if Thomas Edison was born in India. Would he have emigrated and become a great scientist or would he have remained here and become a trader in lanterns?(Oh, I am sure he would not have invented the bulb because that required 10,000 failures!)

Sunscreen

Sunscreen by Baz Luhrmann is probably one of the best songs that I have heard. It is more of a lecture on what one should and should not do, but don't get deviated by my language to describe the song. It is a wonderful song to listen to and more so if one has the opportunity of hearing it with video. The song has a very somaish effect on the person who is listening. Hear it to believe it! Besides my thanks to Gunjan for making me hear this song for the first time.

Have Fun!

Now that's a message! Especially so if it comes from one of the most respected(and feared) professors around. The idea is simple, one cannot be best in something until he enjoys what he is doing. But when such a message comes from an experienced professor at his farewell, it makes one think. At least it did that to me after the farewell of Prof. R.N. Biswas, who I would call a perfectionist(how many 70 year old profs. have gutsto ask students for mistakes they make so that they can improve upon them?). I mean, for the first time I understood the importance of enjoying things that you do and doing things that you enjoy. I realised the amount of perfection it can bring and the amount of energy it can make one have. And after all, isn't life about being happy?

My Letter to HR & Dean Against Signatures of TA for Salary

Dear Sirs,
This is with reference to the your mail regarding "no signature no stipend". I would like to request you to reconsider and abolish this demeaning practice. Allow me to put forth my argument against it.

1)We, as TA's, are not full time employees of DA-IICT. In this respect, it is illogical to ask each TA to sign everyday. It would be better to penalize the TA's in case they are not present for their duties.
2)The TA's are chosen on the basis of merit and the reason for that is sincerity. By asking the TA's to sign, you are questioning their sincerity thereby questioning your selection procedure itself.
3)This practice does not give the right message to the TA's. In this system, one can get away with performing below par and putting proxy each day. Not only that, the TA's who are honest find it demeaning.
4)The practice of signing not only wastes the time of the TA's, it eats up valuable human resource of DA-IICT whereby one person has to take care of entering the attendance of the TA's everyday.

Hence, I just do not understand the rationale behind the practice. It is not just socially undesirable but also economically useless(unless you consider the amount of money saved by not paying for the absentees a profit).
In the light of this, I would request you to abolish this practice and send a healthy message to the TA's.
Thanks.

-Chintan Agarwal
(200301066)

The Rational Behind Reservation

The intelligentsia commonly opposes the politicians of today questioning their ability to manage the affairs of a country, and in a country like India it is more so. The reservation bill and its effect thereon has been a classic example of this. The reservation bill was passed by the government almost unanimously. Public questioned the motives behind passing such a bill and labelled the move as one for getting votes. I wonder if it is just that.
Surely the politicians need votes and the reservation bill did them no harm in that terms. To think of it, I think that the reservation bill is an act of genius. The idea is that government has established institutes of national and international repute. Now how do you use them to aid in equal development, given that these institutes have not contributed to the extent one would have thought they would given their potential? Well, the idea is simple, let there be some seats allocated for people who have traditionally been backward. Amazing, isn't it. These people would, no matter what, reach somewhere riding on the brand name developed by the institutes and their next generation would be no longer backward! In this term, I think that reservation has been an amazing enabler. However, there are certain repercussions of the bill which I think need to be analyzed before it can be called a success.

Right to Equality

A recent article carried news about a renowned author, Shiv Khera, going to court challenging the recently passes bill of reservation for OBC in all government funded institutions. This comes as a ray of hope for many across the country. The ease with which the reservation bill was passed is something that is amazing. Rarely do you get all political parties agreeing to something, and that too so fast!
However, this incident brings a lot of issues that I think are important and need to be looked into in detail. First is that what is the rational behind reservation and is it justified to such a large extent? Secondly, what are its implications to the social and economical situation of India? I think that the implication of reservation bill in terms of societal effects is very important and has conveniently been ignored in front of the adverse economic effects that it might have in the future. In subsequent posts I will write my opinions on the matter.