I suddenly felt very happy reading Intel's claim that only 5 p.c of the world's 1.3 bn school kids had access to PC or the net. I felt sorry for the 5 pc - a weird feeling since I am working with computers. I would really love to see statistics on how many adult lives have been affected by computers. Maybe overexposure to computers made me feel like this, or maybe I always did feel this way. Or maybe this is brought on by the fact that after a very long time I finished a book straight out - reading from 1 am to 7 am in the night, not caring about sleep. Its a weird feeling, nevertheless one that I felt I missed for quite sometime. When I was young, I was one of those children who didnt have access to the PC or the net and I used to read a lot of story books, play a lot outside, have fun with friends and people. For these 5 pc of the children, I fear they would be missing the books, the people and rather get used to ordering pizza on the net and the notion that everything would be available instantly - not always a good thing!! Sometimes imagination and creativity may be curtailed by readily available google search on the web. Creativity fills voids in your understanding and is often an useful tool for driving innovation. Less information is a good thing and the journey of slower search and the delay in acquiring knowledge is a process in itself. Which is better - we would never find out, since we would adapt to the current situation; but being a generation that knew books existed and imagination of a land far far away was not gathered from a google image search, we are going to miss the drive to imagine more as time goes by.

I changed my blog name - felt that the earlier name didnt quite reflect my current thoughts... I created a blog years ago when blogging started out - I was scared to let people in on my thoughts then on account of privacy concerns - that feeling slowly evolved into questioning whether it mattered at all to let people in on your thoughts. But recently I am finding that some of my friends are going through similar questions and it feels nice to chat about those questions. I question a lot, and dont look for an exact answer (I dont believe in "absolutes"). I am like the sage who drank sake - blurt out stuff, question stuff I blurt out, question other people's statements, which leads to a question that I have been trying to answer for a long time - "does it matter at all?". This is an overarching question - in the sense that we believe we do stuff for a reason, but at different points in our life we do different things for different reasons. Given that there is no consistency in our thoughts and actions throughout life, what distinguishes person A (lets assume hypothetically that he is rich, successful) and person B (lets assume he is poor and contented). Both of them went through life pursuing what they presumably wanted, but then at the end of it all, what mattered to them? The money, the happiness, the success? I might look like I am deriving a convergence theorem here - that the sum of the series and the answer to the most important question of all is 42 - but hey - perhaps you could tell me what the answer is!!

If at the end of reading all this, you have a feeling of listening to a person who discourses after taking in quite a quantity of intoxicating liquids, you might have a good idea about the 'sake' :)

A renewed interest in blogging? You would think, but nooo - a very good friend of mine wanted to read my blog - she shudnt feel that there isnt enuf to read - and hence this post. Happy Birthday if u r reading this - and even if the USPS delivery is not wat it is famed to be, you cant deny that I wished you.. (muhahahah - evil laugh) :0

The land of Far Far Away!!

Travel through cyberspace seems endless and I am away from my own blog home - reflects my current position so adequately... So much personal information, so many people, so many blogs, so many profiles, so many thoughts, but little me... humbled; never took to the blogs when it first came and never found the interest to do so, cos I aint sharing anything private and there is enough public information and thoughts out there that no one would be interested in mine [:)]... And an yearly update seems really pathetic!! what to blog ... what not to blog - my million dollar question; only if I had a million dollars, why would I need a question... random thoughts; random blog... dont you read further, for I am myself bored!!!

Ha.. long time since I came back to my own blog - life continues with no hint of upheavel or turbulence watsoever.. the cry goes around all blog land that I am not upto date with my blog and all those hearts out there suffer on account of it - say no more - I feel it, but professional duties and perennial laziness are a potent combination that would stay you forever from entertaining the wide audience that is awaiting!! ah - so now that I am gonna leave my employment to pursue something which I wanted to (me gonna go back to school to do an MS), shud be having quite a lot of time on my hands and I promise to keep my blog updated - so look out !! FOR THE FORTHCOMING BLOGS ;-)

A warm hello to my dear reader,


Technoczar - This is a name that had become synonymous with our technical event at college and it lends a cruel twist to the technical part of the name... So here goes - Let me not bore my dear readers with " so here I am writing my first post (blah blah blah which I see in every other usual blog)", rather lets travel down my memory lane and browse through smudged pages of over used memory - the brain being a storage & processing medium gets really tired when I use it for producing some brilliant masterpieces of code for my company and making its MD even more richer, though he pays me handsomely (his earnings : mine ratio ranges in the magnitude of > 10000 ), so lets not comment on it further, and get back to turning backwards the pages of my life book.

I was born as all little babies are "borned" nowadays - in a not so clean hospital (no hospital is ever clean, what with the duty nurse having a bad cold and the cleaning lady not clean enough before entering the room) - let me not dwell into the hospital horror stories as of now and.. so there I was - a sweet little baby ready to take my place in this nasty world with energetic zeal.. If u have observed young babies (pardon my stressing the fact that even babies shud be a little young - for there are older babies too you know; I know a few who are older than u and me) u will know that they have a great deal of enthusiasm and a good sense of humour though the humor part of it not always pleases the nurse who has to change the sheets or the mother who has to rock the baby endlessly in its cradle till it feels dizzy enough to sleep. And I should add that it was quite a enjoyable period of time for the young baby, though I do not remember how well I enjoyed my baby days, I can assure you that this is true, for I have seen lots of cousins and lately second cousins come into this world to take their share of bliss and kiss (young babies, my dear reader, you being enlightened enough, shud know that they are kissed and people fight for giving them noisy kisses. Though it may not be entirely the same with you now, since you are of a readable age and not that young, let me add that if u are of a dreamable age dont go dreaming off somewhere, but continue reading on)

Let me now get back to my baby days.. Passing on the age where the poor babies cry if they are hungry or if they just feel like it, let me progress into the blossoming of my intelligence.. My mother tells me that I could identify a fridge as a fridge (it is really tough for a 8 month old baby, I tell u - I shud know), and that by the age of one year and a quarter i could make intelligible sounds good enough to create a nicely formed, semantically correct though not syntactically correct sentences. And around that age I had a peculiar liking for water running in small waterways. I should give you some background information. My childhood was in my native place, a pleasant little village with its usual collection of nice fields, groves and huts, with of course irrigation waterways for the fields. It is the latter construction that hogged my undivided attention during those years, when, if I should have been let free to express my desire for the water, I should have become a great swimmer, or on the other hand drowned prematurely, thereby sparing you from reading this interesting blog. However, since I was not allowed to go near those waterways, I am here, turning the next page of my formative years.

I presume that barring a child from its likes and desires rouses the energetic spirit that people around, try to smother and douse till the child becomes a young adult. I dont like looking at the young children nowadays. They go to preparative classes even before they join their first grade, thereby laying the foundation for becoming a doctor or engineer even at the age of 3. Thus the society keeps losing its share of young children to this competitive world. So going back to 'rousing the spirit' part, I should say that I quite had a robust spirit then. I would catch hold of whatever hair that was on the person's head who was withholding me from the water and try to wring it out of their person. I guess I had some old trait of an Red Indian ancestor, somewhere ages before as detailed by Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution, for they collected scalps; and if I had started collecting trophies of my energetic action, then I would have had so many to fill houses. Let us not affect our delicate sentiments by describing what the numerous people who tried to stop me from water, suffered. Suffice to say that once my spirit is awoken, it seldom sleeps without accomplishing its mission, sometimes if it cant, then it chooses one that can be done, finishes it as quick as possible and goes back to sleep.

Ah, been a long narrative, let me continue turning the pages of "My Life Book" in the next post. Till then, my good readers, you, who have been patient enough to read through all this, should necessarily wait,

adieu then,
S.