tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78573072024-03-07T04:43:35.029-05:00Passion for Life"A glamor to life, a completeness, a perfection, a symmetry; like Carnatic Music"rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-8194312158130900982007-04-02T18:11:00.000-04:002007-04-02T18:29:47.579-04:00Re: My resumeHi,I am his resume. I have been getting almost everyday now. For that matter, I have been getting edited every hour of the last three years, roughly the time I got christened or corporated should we say?Sometimes entire parts of me get deleted, to be replaced by something completely new. Sometimes I run for up to five pages. But right now after all the things he did, I am only four fifths of rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-87457275813162882962007-03-13T21:52:00.000-04:002007-03-13T22:52:54.144-04:00The thing about "cowards"There is this definition of cowardice:"The past is for cowards. You live in the past, you die in the past"At least thats what Coach Ditka says in a Coors' Light advertisement.There are a lot of famous cowards that fit this definition. Like a lot of southerners in the American Classic "Gone with the Wind". People who sink into themselves and slowly implode unable to adapt to a new world, that is rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-39702690492262837852007-03-03T00:37:00.000-05:002007-03-04T18:53:43.547-05:00Comparison between India and ChinaWell the age old comparison goes on.. and I do not want to add my drop of fuel to that fire.Here is a quick ironic snapshot of THE comparisionFirstly you will be surprised to see that the comparision between the big I and the big C is one of the most popular in the world. Rubbing shoulders with other great 'rivalries' likexbox - ps3 - wiichristianity - islam (unfortunately)Intel - AMDpointers - rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-72985817074464066232007-02-24T15:44:00.000-05:002007-03-03T00:50:25.337-05:00Women in Love: The Cloud AnalogyWell I decided I include the word 'women' in all the titles of my posts, may be that way i will get some readership.prolouge: I was talking to this very knowledgeable friend of mine a few days ago; the kind that has read everything there is to read about philosophy from Socrates to Jung from Sankaracharya to Tagore. Who gave me the analogy of the cloud (with respect to what I do not remember rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-46926958530655789472007-01-22T00:57:00.000-05:002007-01-22T01:16:59.070-05:00Back to womenWas going trough the previous post. Or poem should we say? "Not bad" I think in retrospect "especially for a bunch of short lines that sound like a nursery rhyme".Right now I am in Chicago. Pretty darn good here. The snow and all. Something always told me that snow would be beautiful but I did not know it would be so beautiful. Its the kind of thing that can make you say "Thats all honey, you, rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-73800135783937937542006-12-04T00:48:00.000-05:002006-12-04T01:13:47.224-05:00Show Me The SnowShow me the SnowShow me the SnowShow me the skatesShow me the skisShow me the flakesDropping from the skiesShow me the mountain topShow me the pristine white slopeLet me on the snow-boardAnd let me slideGive me the gravityGive me the velocityGive me the pullDown the hill as I rollSpare me the ManSpare me the MachineSpare me for the WeekendLemme free my mindSpare me the CO2Spare me the hornSpare rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-3295546147136110302006-11-09T22:36:00.000-05:002006-11-09T23:02:06.376-05:00A couple of things1) I am not after all as funny as I think I am or, or not as funny as I used to be ! This I realized after reading some other people's blogs. I am too obsessed with serious things these days to be of any real good with humor.2) I wonder what the point of this blog is. Except that it contributes to my typing speed, and that it keep a friend of mine updated, there is nothing else. Basically rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-81376906359817686852006-10-29T13:27:00.000-05:002006-11-08T10:52:06.912-05:00BeautyWhat is the most important thing in life?Beauty.And once again; a glamor to life, a completeness, a symmetry, a perfection; like Carnatic Music.rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1160887635341582942006-10-15T00:24:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:25.501-04:00The Problem With MeThe fucking problem with me is that I think I am a really great person. I think I am the saviour; that I am here to make a difference in the lives of all those around me. I am here to live the lives of a hundred men, when all I do is stare at screen coated with phosphoric material which illuminate when an electron hits it.I think, I am here to save a whole bunch of pathetic losers from themselvesrākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1159889398950937572006-10-03T11:22:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:25.441-04:00Why I did not apply for the JobHere are the qualifications required for a job I was looking at on a 'good' company's website. My status on each of the requirement is in red.Qualifications B.S. in Electrical Engineering or Computer Science, or equivalent required. MS preferredMS in EE from great school with great GPA. Cool Three or more years of C programming and DSP assembly language programming rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1156355535687376862006-08-23T13:23:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:25.378-04:00Forgetting NamesOne of the most embarassing situations can be when you forget the name of someone who remembers yours (or at least who you are afraid remembers yours).There is this guy who I meet regularly in college who comes and talks to me I never remember getting introduced to him, and the first time I remember talking to him, he was all so jovial as if he knew me from a long time. May be he mistook somerākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1153114586581518362006-07-17T00:35:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:25.313-04:00Destiny to MakeThese days it pisses me off to read some 'great' person's life story that begins 'Ever since my childhood I always wanted to be an X', where the X happens to be the 'great' thing they are now.Well how do people who do not know the difference between beer and lager know what in the big wide world they want to end up as? Come on, spare me the loose talk. When has being nerdishly mono-minded rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1152246079315898892006-07-06T23:04:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:25.241-04:00Basic Need To BlogWell I have ditched four drafts in the last as many days. So I thought I will write some of it today.As my friend Smitha was saying in one of her earlier blogs, in those good old days when she had less work at office and more time to contribute to the literature of the blogdom, blogging could be an addictive thing. Once you start a blog of your own, your thought process gets a new nagger. rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1150944440339941652006-06-21T22:33:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:25.115-04:00After Three YearsProlouge: This post is a letter I wrote to six of my friends a while ago. The six of us joined the same company after college three years ago. We had a blast in the initial training days, which lasted for 10 weeks. Now we are scattered all over the globe! We were a great gang except for things like only one person read my mail! etc. I would blame the self-centred-blog nature of the mail instead rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1150431326279431352006-06-16T00:14:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:25.056-04:00The milestones you do not see comingAlong the path of life, there come milestones.Well it is beaten-to-death sentences like the above that make me hate metaphors. Well but then for every million attempts of mankind at metaphor, there comes one that makes all the mediocre oft repeated crap worth it. Well I should not be complaining about metaphors, my name is one after all. Thanks to the ingenuity of the Sanskrith language at rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1149481558095049002006-06-04T23:26:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:24.993-04:00Quarter Life BlissAbout me: I used to grab life by the horns.First things first, I am not in requited Love or on Marijuana, so I am not the best qualified person to speak about Bliss; but then when has 'not being qualified' started being a reason not to do things? George Bush for example.Right from the day my birth was complete five years ago, I wanted to excel. My birth started about eight years ago, when I was rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1149287657456514672006-06-02T18:30:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:24.935-04:00Techie Found Dead in CodeClient machines Sita and Gita are suspected of killing their patron Raka.Raka, a 6 year exp programmer from C-Land has been found dead in code at the return of function dbgLog(). Raka uses this function frequently in his code while working on computers Sita and Gita. "But in that Run of the unfortunate program, it was not mandatory for Raka to be single stepping trough dbgLog", friends lament. "rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1147923502540605532006-05-17T22:53:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:24.878-04:00The Chic Life : Episode II - Me Loves This GameWell not very much, but I do like the game (it should be sport actually) a lot. For those people still in the dark, "I love this game" is the tag line of NBA. They also use this ultra cool quote of Ralph Waldo Emerson in their ads: "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail".For the 100th time, I miss life in India a lot; but there are some rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1147150097819517602006-05-08T23:56:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:24.810-04:00The Chic Life: Episode I - In Love, It's ok to FallWell it is one of those childish titles. All I mean to do is blog about my four to five days in Chicago. There are only a couple of things I will write about . This is the first one; the second will be about basketball.I went Ice skating. Well I came to Chicago promising myself that I will go to ice skating every other day. It was not a promise well kept. I had my limitations, transportation, rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1144684926627530932006-04-10T11:50:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:22:24.694-04:00The death of Average JoeWhen Joe ceases to be Average.He ceases to be himself.The suspense is over. Average Joe is dead! Wait! Is he really dead or is he just laying dormant to strike back with vengance. No! That is too scary a thought to contemplate the possibility of. He better be gone for good. This is not an obituary! It is more like an opposite to an obituary. Yes, given the life of Average Joe, the things he did rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1143781159584861952006-03-30T22:25:00.000-05:002006-10-16T23:22:24.636-04:00The way we loveI have promised in a couple of posts ago that I will be blogging on a couple of things. Like any movie-director worth his salt, me the aspiring movie-maker is keeping my promises in the increasing order of the interest it can generate in the audience, well readers, ok reader, ok ok (what the heck lets face it) me, the only reader.Now I thought I will post on the way we love changes over the rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1141189360759100722006-02-28T23:45:00.000-05:002006-10-16T23:22:24.580-04:00Vanity StallI thought I will write a small post on good things that happen in my life. Trust me, though for the most part of it my blog sounds cynical, I have what most people would call a very successful life. However, remeber that most people are wrong most of the times about things that matter the most to you.I had this interview for a summer internship today. It was telephonic, within two hours of the rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1141187579360000842006-02-28T22:21:00.000-05:002006-10-16T23:22:24.523-04:00Passion RiverIf there is one thing that needs to be mentioned in a blog titled 'anything passion anything', it is the olympics. The winter olympics just got over and I feeling like a kid who is weeping when the prosession is over. I am not sure if it is the NBC coverage or just the love for the sport, but I miss the olympics a lot.Passion is a word that is used very loosely. Ambitious marketers just throw it rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1139848188166886732006-02-13T11:28:00.000-05:002006-10-16T23:22:24.468-04:00Soul Sellers Inc.Regulars at this blog know that the lines they read are from the finger tips of this very talented software engineer who hates technology and hence computers and hence software. A lot of people say that I am very difficult to understand. A 'successful' person who is dissatisfied. A tech-hater at one of the world's best tech schools.Neway, software giant Microsoft thought I am in computer science rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857307.post-1138652440189440742006-01-30T15:10:00.000-05:002006-10-16T23:22:24.413-04:00Road to Dumb-itionA lot of thoughts come to you when you are on the road, or when you are in the shower. You will think to your self, Hmmm.. I need to blog these. But by the time, you can pull your self to the nearest computer and get yourself to logon to blogger, the wave of thought ebbs away. But sometimes when a computer is at hand, and you get a thought, (well, it is highly improbable that you get a good rākeśvarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04820055582046424574noreply@blogger.com1