Born anew

And how do you think this init is triggered ?

This is not mentioned in the arch doc , But i suppose(now the look on the face is like - oh i am more resource-ful than the arch doc) , It should be triggered from one of the rc scripts.

A good silence. Its the start of a presentation and I am floating that I have things under control. contrary to all expectations before the presentation.

And then some body says " But this is VxWorks."

somebody else "rc scripts are more a unix concept."

somebody else "in Vxworks, you probably get a starting trigger when user processes can start"

mmm. I come back to senses.

I continue. I drag on and on in a monotone. Its about to end. A discussion shaped up. I have left myself out. Why in heavens ask me to present on a topic on which you claim you now have four experts in your team.

And then suddenly i get this flash. I open a notepad and start noting down the open questions. Methodical compensation for technical incompetence.

I have missed one of them. I ask the crowd for it. And who is this new beautiful thing that answers ? you blink and ask again. She frames the question into a sentence. you make a note in the notepad and another in your mind that you should smile at this girl the next time you cross in the corridor. Damn, they should have told me yday that this thing is attending.

And then somebody thinks there should have been a presentation. read presentation as ppt. My temper is gone. My voice is a bit angry when it answers.

I think that i feel naked. technical nudity. unfortunately not beautiful. Its vulgar. Its disgusting.

I come back. to ph 7.

There is a another thought. I am a new born since i am naked.

I cut the thoughts out and attempt to make a funny post out of it. It turns out to be a over dramatised, cynical view of a small thing. Thats what you have been reading so far.

P.S :
Kutty, I know.

clothes are pressed - 3

His phone started ringing. He continued to look at her without picking it up. She continued to pack. The phone was still ringing. Somebody was determined to make siddhu pick up. She turned towards him again. He let it ring and kept looking at her.
This was all too much for kavitha. She couldn't bear all this drama. Only she knew that there was no drama.

She was the one who couldn't keep it inside this time. She asked
"Why?"

Just then the phone started ringing again. Siddhu looked at her for a few seconds thoughtfully. And then he picked up the phone.

"Yes. yes sweetheart. you come over. come over with your things. no cleaning. The house is ready.right now i have an old friend with me. ok. i will call you once i am done here."

Kavitha smiled at him, turned and picked up her things and started walking out.


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Sid's phone rang again.

Yes Vinodh.

What were you blabbering when i called you last?

Nothing much. Just trying to make my girl friend J. Did you call for something or was it a casual call ?

It was casual. How is kavitha ?

good. Of-late great infact.

mmm...

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clothes are pressed - 2

She kept looking at the poster above his bed. It read "today is the tomorrow i promised you yesterday." boldly and then in a corner there was a scribbling "but where is the you?"

She hadn't realised Sid coming in. he was also looking at the poster.

She silently continued to pick up her things. He just chose a corner and sat in and sunk into a paper. He was running his fingers through his hair as a matter of habit. It had been cut short. she drifted back.

The only good thing about your long hair is that no stupid girl on earth would think that you are attractive.

Thats why i sometimes wonder if you were originally from heavens.

She was looking at him and smiling. She realised that he was also looking at her.

Clothes are pressed

Siddhus phone rang. It was an unknown number. But he had a premonition. He picked up.

Hello ...

Hi Sid

The Sid was a strain. It was painstakenly made devoid of love or enthusiasm. It was kavitha. She had called him from a booth. It pained him, that she should have wanted to hide her new number from him. He thought about times when he was her protector against anon calls made to her. He thought "hero turned villian". His face finally showed a smile even as he thought that he could think about catch phrases even in such situations.

"Hi Kavi" . The voice had love.

I want to pick up a few things from home

Sure. you still have a key.

Yeah.

...

I just wanted to inform you.

Not a problem.

Bye

take care.

Kavitha had a strange feeling as she stood in front of the house. That it might engulf her in and never let her out. But she had to get out. She knew she will. She had already decided that her relationship with Sid was over. The cons had outweighed the pros. She thought that had she been Sid she would have said "Done and over" to the gate now. Sid had to tell everything out. to someone. He said it kept him light. "damn your lightness" she said aloud this time.

She went in. First thing was the dresses. She had always kept her clothes neatly pressed. While Sid had always kept his' in a pile. out of which he never chose one out of choice but only because something was on top of the mound. They had fought a hundred times over this. He never did it. He had a way of talking her out of it. She was the neat angel. He was the ugly angel. And then he would say "ugly angel, oh yes, still an angel" and he would hug her.

She opened the cupboard. All the dresses were neatly folded and pressed.

trial, together.

we went to this clothes shop. me and my friend. We were the only customers in this small shop.

we chose a sweatshirt. my friend wanted to try it. So he took it and went into the trial room. And then before closing the door he called me in.

Now, I know this guy. He as usual had impeccable logic on his side. If he goes in alone, he has to go in, latch the door, try it, unlatch, come out and show me, and then go back in, latch again , unlatch again and come out. If i go in, the latch-unlatch is only once.

Anyways i also realised the implications of a guy calling another into a trial room. I anyways went in with him.

From now on,

not well. pressing other commitments. tough conference call.
All ye battered souls, have hope. There's a point beyond where things can only get better. (So is it better to reach the point faster ?)

My name was girish

There are a few moments which you know. You realise something about yourself at these moments. These feel like fleeting, but then you go back and feel,if not live, the moment.

It was one such moment.

Box box box

As arun says, this blog is my punching bag.

am feeling good now.

Good luck guys

I have this two young friends - one is slightly younger than me, and the other is a real kiddo. These guys talk to me about some issues now and then. By virtue of having faced my share of quarter life crises, i sometimes give free gyaan to these guys.
The kid has the worst of the problems. The classic "I like a girl, but things are not proceeding" thing. I listen to him, and when he asks something, i sometimes can't resist giving a piece of my mind. I mean at 26, I have come across a few likable girls . But then i realize that any advice would only be just that - advice.
So conclusion is people in love don't talk to you about it for anything. They just want to talk about it. I mean i have known this all my life, but the realization dawned only recently.
So even when he is really down like " my life is a waste without her" , i don't comment on it and i ask something off-context like about the girl, or the times they spent etc. It actually puts a smile on his face.
I sincerely wish these guys good luck in their current concerns.

tamil link - dont follow if you cant read tamil.

http://starmakerstudio.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html

I dont care who copies from who. just thought the right hand side list could be useful.

random

Random #1 - yeva ava ?

we went to lunch with a north indian friend. After lunch, we were generally talking, when he excalimed whether south india was more affected by the films. I dint refute big time. Infact none of the three of us tamils did.
Later in the evening we were going in an auto. The auto was playing "pettai rap" telugu version. The song starts with this "aa aaah, aa--aa-aa--aah" (you must say it like a crow). The young auto driver started doing the crow along with the song.
Now my north Indian friend substantiated his claim with a "look, i told you". I dint want to refute that either. Such kind of topics are interesting debates but only if you have some passion left in you. I really dint. Not for a topic like "which part of india is most affected by films".
So i started giving some history. "Its a kinda cult song you know. There is this bharatnatyam class going on and the hero and his friends do this mass dance in front of it to irritate the heroine who is in the bharatnatyam class. I think you know nagma, you know right ?. she is the heroine. ,,,"
I noticed that the girl sitting in the other corner of the share auto was listening intently. I realised that she might know the context. anybody in tamilnadu or andhra does. I stopped abruptly. My friend should have thought "Duh, Is this a reason for a cult song ?"
I dint complete the story after we got down from the auto.

random #2 - Where is my plan ?

cheta says I dont have short term plans/goals. he must know. he is a first choice for professional rants. And we have put up with each other professionally, personally, boozilly, smokily. He must know. othukiran cheta.

random #3 - The Blue churidhar effect :

A few minutes has effects. A few hours is , err.. , whats the positive equivalent of traumatic ?

random #4 - my way of choice

I am totally clueless when it comes to finding (as in discovering) a good song. I generally leave it to others to analyse and come to a decision about good songs and then i just hear these.

i got addicted to this real slutty tune, thanks to rizi.


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The video is equally slutty. Oh, i do like rani mukherjee. Recently(i guess it was oct2) and somewhere " raghupathi raghav raja ram" was playing. And i was reminded of rani.

On the same lines, this one, once on g3s blog, is a good one -


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this is one song i always intended to play on this blog, but never did? or did I ? anyways -


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random #5 - from the net

somebody's signature (loosely quoted) -

You got to do a lot of mistakes before you become perfect. I think i must be very close to perfection.

random #6 =

The whole worlds blurred when your eyes have an issue with blurring :P
The better blur -
http://sankarshan-sen.blogspot.com/2008/09/blur.html

the three mistakes of my life

absolute page turner.
climax was childishly cinematic, but thats just the last five pages - so thats excusable. Probably chetan bhagath hopes to get a film made out of this one too.

The silence

not sure if it is by scheme
not sure I like the theme

But
I am not feeling like breaking it

Let It sap all my might
Still it feels right

But
I am not feeling like not breaking it

It is raking in my mind
It is loud in my mind
I would like the noice when it is broken

But
I am not feeling like breaking it