I'm back

It's been a while since I last wrote about what I'm working on. My work at Amazon has been taking most of my time, especially over the past year. Other than that, I branched out into mind-hacking for a while which was fun, albeit a bit dangerous at times if you don't "mark the trees" to retrace your path back.

I've been really getting back into programming in C and server-side Javascript, which happen to be my two favorite languages, so I'm happy to get back the focus of being able to sit for, say, 6 straight hours and just write code and design things. You lose that a bit working at big companies where there's a lot of randomization, and less opportunities to write multiple versions of the same thing to pick the best approach, due to shipping dates committed to by a much larger group of people. But you accomplish way more because you can move faster without necessarily sacrificing quality. My biggest learning from Amazon as a developer I'd say would be the use of libraries for not writing everything from scratch. BTW on the topic of server-side Javascript - NodeJS, npm and CommonJS have really matured a great deal since I last lurked in the CommonJS mailing lists in 2009, and that's a great step ahead for Javascript becoming a language of preferred choice.

In terms of personal projects, I've been playing around with writing a neural network (to use the term loosely) that spans multiple EC2 instances, where nodes run as individual processes that can probabilistically fork and communicate with each other. I stumbled upon the Oculus Rift while working on that, since I needed a set of VR glasses to visualize the neural network in 3D, and it was insane! I haven't used VR glasses before, but if you look past the lens-magnified pixels and blur, the feeling of being present elsewhere was very very good. At $300 for the developer kit, I think it is well worth the money. I don't care too much for the Facebook acquisition, since I highly doubt Mark Zuckerberg sees Facebook as just a social network and would be surprised if the social aspects get kludged into a VR headset. The raw number of possibilities with the Rift is so immense that there is interesting stuff for everyone, beyond just repurposing a social network to work in 3D with head-tracking. Good protection against Sony's muscle, is my best guess.

I've restarted my study of Physics, and I hope to research alternatives to rocket propulsion this year in my spare time. I still don't have the money required to make this more than a hobby, but I'm an optimist and hope I can fund this interest at some point in my life. I'm currently taking classes for Muay Thai and Boxing, which is the hardest I've pushed my body and is really fun. I think I should learn driving at some point too, which is ironic for a guy with dreams of traveling to space. I spent many months last year teaching myself improvisational guitar playing, especially with scales and modes for playing solos, and combining different influences from a really wide range of bands from the world. It's a really good way to relax, and I continue to believe that everyone in the world should learn an instrument to play music on.

I hope to post more frequently in the coming months with what I'm working on.

Until next time

The Curse of the Gravel Machine

Trudging through college life, we come across several obnoxious myths, stories and legends belonging to our college. One such legend I came across is that my college is a cursed one. The curse is that the moment it stops constructing something new, building a new annexe block, pulling down a perfectly nice place and building another... the moment it stops constructing... It will cease to exist! Just like that. God's WILL.

Obviously its obnoxious and untrue, or so we'd hope as long as we're here. But the construction bug has bitten my college since before the guards were toddlers (or so they say), and you're bound to collect different proportions of sand, cement and pebbles in your slippers depending on which path you take across the hostel campus.

Oh and I'm on a break from blogging, which is an odd statement to make since I blog in intervals of decades anyway. I'm also on a break from nosy-technical-fun-&-games since there are a couple of exciting new projects I and my friends have embarked upon which is taking up all my time.

Cheers
Shashank

Of the Elusive Breakfast Syndrome

I really have a problem, or rather had one. It is an uninteresting topic for anyone but me, but I haven't managed to have breakfast on any weekend this ENTIRE semester i.e. in the past 4 months. I have never managed to wake up before the closing hours (9 am) of the hostel mess (often I directly wake up for evening snacks on weekends, let alone breakfast and lunch). I have even attempted, several times, to stay awake the entire night, till the golden moment when the clock struck 6:45 am, and each time some odd conspiracy of Nature conspired against me. Once I watched a movie till 6:35 am, and then pondered over how to pass the intermediate 10 minutes, and then continued pondering as I next regained conciousness at 10:30 am. Then once I managed to sleep off on the floor of my room, beside my door, while trying to open it to leave for the mess, again at 6:35 am.

Today, however, I grabbed Fate by the wrist and bent it to my will! I left my room at 6:30 am, as I was sure I wouldn't manage to survive any longer after watching Lord of the Rings III (for the 5th time), and also figured that I probably wouldn't sleep off in the corridor beside the mess, though I'm not sure I'd put that past my capabilities. Anyhow, here I was - unshaven, unkempt, with a haggardly-desperate look, sitting outside the stairs of the mess waiting for it to open. Then I tried walking around the area a bit, and I discovered I didn't like the cold air too much, and again returned to my patient look-out post. And then, the Gates of Destiny opened! And I had wonderful breakfast, and Tea! One of the greatest battles of will and destiny in my life had been fought, and I had emerged the victor - a fed victor at that. :-)

Shashank
PS: I haven't gone loopy. Food breaks the best of men, I'm just a mere, humble mortal.

I had hair...

Don't mistake me. I still have hair, albeit, 8 inches shorter. Farewell my dear long locks. At my prime, I had hair till my shoulder-blades. Now they barely are an inch long. Two and a half years without paying a visit to a barber; feels like I've lost an arm or something. But anyway, why am I boring you with my story of locks lost behind?

I've been studying. No really, I finally have been studying new stuff. Not academic stuff related to what's taught at University (who cares?!) but new interesting stuff. More specifically, I've been enjoying myself by playing around with Mandelbrot sets, Julia sets etc. With the result that I've started manufacturing a sequence of rather spectacular wallpapers by applying various color filters and mapping different parts of the above mentioned sets.

The other things include a compulsary mini-project as a part of our 5th semester curriculum, and we're working on simulation of artificial personality in software bots. You can poke, hit, pat, feed bones etc to an artificial dog and view its responses according to the selected personality, and it will vary over time depending on the past interactions. I'll post on some demos once we have a decent build ready. This time, as it is compulsary and there is a strict deadline, I will finally actually complete something rather than touching it and leaving it to bide time once the interesting parts are done.

Oh, and I finally got iPodLinux installed on my ancient iPod Mini 2G, and it is really great and Awful. Great because it is Linux running on an iPod, and all the cool demos and stuff that can be done with it. Awful because the input method is limited to a dumb touch-wheel, so to input text, I have to circle through a list of alphabets each time. Use it, and you'll know how painful that extra-sensitive touch-wheel is. Another reason it is awful is because it is difficult to program for it as I have to use ARM6-gcc for it. And there is no Java on it. And arm6-gcc is hard to install correctly on my openSUSE machine back at the hostel because I have no internet which effectively makes installing any package with millions and zillions of cross-linking dependencies a nightmare.

Finally, I'm planning to take an internet connection at my hostel room, which will make life "normal" for me again. I have been selected as the Campus Ambassador for Sun Microsystems, which means that I represent Sun in our University, and had to go through a rigorous process of interviews etc. Anyhow, I am supposed to promote Open Source and Sun stuff in our campus, which should be fun I guess. And I get a stipend for it too! :-)

Shashank
PS: The image at the start of the post is from a specific region of a Julia set.

World Domination... and beyond!

This one is for all the Doom gamers, old or new. The Official Union Aerospace Corporation (UAC) website made by iD software's web designing team:

http://www.doomrpg.com/n.x/UAC/Home

Enjoy!
Shashank

Crazy World Saving Idea #312

Hand everyone in the world a music instrument, and make it compulsory for them to play some instrument or the other. Playing music helps relax, and would make the world a more peaceful place.

Of course, my first action would be to purchase the finest set of sound-absorbing earphones I can get hold of, to drown out the cacophony of the world. :-)

Shashank

This is how I look when I'm forcibly woken up...

Dee Snider, from "Twisted Sister".

An awesome heavy-metal band of the 80s, never-mind their make-up. ;-)

(That's a guy in the picture, BTW. That's Dee Snider).

The Creativity-Killer : Office life

Don't get me wrong. Its not because I'm really unhappy at the fact that my vacations are getting ruined as I have to "WORK" in the office 10 hrs a day everyday (read) but truly a realisation that I came about due to this effort.

The "office life" destroys your creativity, forcing you to do continually work piecemeal on mostly dumb projects that you know will never revolutionize anyone's life, but basically does the routine that people need. Yes, this kind of routine work has to be done by someone, but if you're like me, you will not be the one to get stuck in this zombie culture of waking up in the morning, slaving for 10 hours, and then returning towards late evening, too tired to do anything but slouch on a chair drinking tea and writing about how dumb you feel. One simply doesn't have the time or energy to think about ANYTHING else after returning from office. All one seeks to do is to relax and sleep soon. Gotta sleep early.. office in the morning remember? In short, even if you are good, the routine office life will bring you down to its levels of mundaneness and dumbness and make you feel generally really stupid and out of touch.

This is the typical routine every office worker follows, and my statements are meant for those select few who desire to break away from the system and be different. If you are fine with serving people's routine needs, that is perfectly genuine too. Do not mistake me. I am talking about those people who can be intensely creative, know that they can do better things for people, have confidence in themselves that they can create things that will make better and revolutionize the life of others as well as theirs. The first casualty when you get stuck in the drill of conventional life is your sense of Independent thinking.

A matter of bread and butter, some would say. True. You've gotta do what you've gotta do. However, when there is an opportunity, grab it. Risks are meant to be taken, some big and some small. When you have the chance to some radically better stuff, do it. I have been in IEEE Students' Chapter for the past two years, and was the Secretary at last count. But I felt that it was time to move on and do other things, even though I appeared to have a very good chance at the top job. However, it was a risk nevertheless, leaving IEEE to get back the time to do bigger things, develop new ideas that could potentially be the next big things. I feel I can do it. So risk I must. Risk the general "social standing", risk the chance of not having any work to channel one's energies. This is an example of a small risk, almost negligible. But the basic point does not change. If you want to be different, don't get stuck in any kind of routine. One must follow for a while, and move on to other things to remain fresh and dynamic.

9 hr 45 minutes a day. 6 days a week. 33 days.

That's the duration of my summer internship. There goes my vacation, can see it fleeing away while I sit in the office.

Have a confidentiality agreement with them, don't want to talk about them anyway. My poor vacation...

Yet another 'Airport Blues' saga

This time around, hanging around Bangalore's Great Airport, I discovered some harsh truths of life. Life is like the Cafe Coffee Day Espresso that you get at the Bangalore Airport. You do not ever get what you wanted, its hideously expensive, it has no sugar, is black and really awful. Stirring it up makes no difference really, ultimately you end up with the same old stuff and its better to drink it up in one quick gulp than one prolonged struggle and bitter taste. And it always tasted better in the good ol' days.

I can say without doubt that THAT was simply the worst coffee I ever had in my life, and saying that would be a gross understatement. I was waiting to pick up my mom, and due to a series of (un)fortunate events ended up reaching the Airport really quickly, and an hour and half early. Bangalore Airport is seriously not the best place to hang out, and they take great pains to maintain and further that reputation. No chairs or waiting lounges at the Arrivals gate. Just one Cafe Coffee Day outlet with smirking faces serving you bad coffee. So I managed to find a seat in the Departures section, and then was sprayed all over with insecticide. The stupid bugger chose to make his grand entry right at the moment I sat down, and sprayed those fumigated kerosene-like smelling fumes all over me, and the people all around me too. Luckily its meant only for mosquitoes and small insects, not animals.

Oh, and I am alive, kicking and have finally returned back to this blog.
Auf Weidersehen!

PS: I speak German now.

PPS: I simply cannot understand how people manage to drink Black Coffee! My theory is that people find themselves awakened by sipping Black Coffee because each sip is so horrible and bitter that it shocks them awake. That's how I stayed awake for 1.5 hours at the airport, and just managed to finish half of my coffee (which was originally half a cup anyway). Gruesome really.

All I wish is “A Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down”…

Ahh.. what a wish, I really wish I could do that for a couple of days more, like I’ve been doing for the past 12 days of my vacation.

I just hit upon this site (nicecupofteaandasitdown.com). I really like their mission statement, really can relate spiritually to them:

Our Mission Statement:

Well I think we should all sit down and have a nice cup of tea, and some biscuits, nice ones mind you. Oh and some cake would be nice as well. Lovely.

What a beautiful concept! This is the reason why the Internet still remains sane today…

Take a look at the site: OPEN SESAME!

Shashank

PS: This might make you hungry.

I love keyboards… I hate people

God bless keyboards, especially at times when the mice decide to go on a hunger strike. I’m sick and tired of wireless mice, and am half inclined to walk right tomorrow and purchase an ordinary optical mouse. The problem is that its far and I’m too lazy to do that as such. :-/

Its been exactly just a week since I replaced the old mouse batteries with brand new ones, and bam! they’re already dead! My mouse has stopped working right in the middle of the night at 12:29 am, when there is no chance that I can go around the house and humbly beg someone to lend me a battery, nor run out of the house and purchase some. And I was just beginning to get cosy with my work.

Damn! Today’s been a miserable day, loads of work planned, and almost none achieved. Overslept as usual.. had planned to wake up at atleast 10am for a change, woke up at 12:30pm. So then I thought, “Such is life”, and started up my system and began designing the new website of my college’s IEEE chapter (I’m its Secretary BTW), and Bang! at 1pm the power fails. With no signs of it returning anytime soon, I grumbled at the interruption of my once-in-a-lifetime, finally-sat-down-to-do-it, just-when-I-was-getting-warmed-into-the-subject initiative of my website, and decided to sit down and paint something instead! Yeah, as in real paint and paintbrush etc, which is something I managed to do atleast for a while, before I dropped off to sleep right there holding the paintbrush.

When I woke up a few hours later, I discovered that the power had returned, and therefore sat down to work again (after removing those wierd paint daubs on my clothes from that paintbrush I took to sleep with), when that stupid UPS repair fellow came. Another 2 hours wasted on that. Clock struck 8pm, and I desperately sat down to do some work atleast, when my sis called up and asked me to help her fix her system via phone and Yahoo chat. Grrr.. it was 9.30 before both of us ran out of patience and went off our own respective ways. Next, dinner and the usual running around the house insanely, before I finally managed to sit peacefully at 11pm (while that UPS fellow, and my sister, and the rest of humanity slept cosily in their respective homes) and worked for an hour or so, before my MOUSE IN A SUPREME BURST OF IRRITATING GAS……. DIED! Bah!

I’m going off to sleep like the rest of the the irritating world.
Good night.

GOing in Boeing...

Just recounting some experiences of yesterday morning.. when I was fooling around inside the New Delhi Indira Gandhi International Airport, and I ran into some unexpected expected trouble. :-)

Before anything, I must complain about the names that our airlines have been taking.. we started out with Indian Airlines and Air India. Now we have Spice, Deccan Airlines, Indian, Jet Airways, Kingfisher airways, Go Airlines, IndiGo Airlines, and whatnot.

Predictions for the next few airlines: Jet -> AirJet, TailJet, Jet-on-the-left-wing, Jet-on-the-right-wing, Cinnamnon Airlines, RedChilli, GreenChilli, Go -> GetLost, Exit Airlines, Jump-out-of-the-plane Airlines, and what not..

Anyway.. First of all, I "unconciously" skipped the luggage X-Ray, and full credit to our Indian Government that I did not get lynched by CIA-lookalike Men in Blacks. I was politely told by the check-in staff to get the X-ray done and then return. Great! It already felt wierd.. everybody was polite to the point of exhaustion... all these guys were really out to please everyone, can't figure out what everybody was so happy about. Anyway, X-ray done (needless to mention that it was inside a small cramped enclosure inside a HUGE HUGE hall [with those wierd Police DO-NOT-CROSS tapes enclosing the four sides] ), and I obviously found it hard to steer the trolley outside that HUGE 8x8 ft enclosure-inside-the-HUGE-HUGE-hall. So I was trying to exit when the X-ray guy caught my eye (or my hair which nowadays protects my eyes), and asked my to X-ray my bag (very politely of course). I said, "I have to Go to get my check-in done", and he politely shouted above the din, "You travelling by "Go Airlines"? This is not the X-ray for Go Airlines!".. and I tried to convince him that I wasn't travelling by "Go" airlines, I was merely GOing to the check-in counter. Only me pulling out my SpiceJet ticket convinced him of my honesty.. which left him wondering why I claimed to be travelling by Go Airlines earlier. Honestly...

Delhi being Delhi, I had to wait in a very LONG queues, find space in the lobby just to exist, and then catch the Bus to the plane a.l.a. DTC city buses.. stamping on others and trying to find space, yet again, just to exist.

Plane was uneventful, except that I accidentally kept pressing the "Assistance required" button each time I wanted to switch on the Light switch.. which led to the airhostesses finally giving up on me, tired of walking upto me and politely asking me for the nth time if I needed help, only to found out that I had a bad sense of button-direction. :-) I must mention though, the AirHostesses could do with a little less make-up.. they look so 'white' that they remind me of Ozzy Osbourne in his concerts.

Rest of the journey from Bangalore to Vellore (in train now) passed uneventfully too, except I kept getting woken up in the train that by adventurous cockroaches that crawled up my sleeve or worse, my pant. Lots of fun...

I know, the worst sort of thing to keep the blog active is to post the description of a journey, rather than some philosophical Point-of-View which will cause even serene white-haired wise old men to jump out of their skins uttering "Blasphemy!". Really cheap trick I know..

So here I pronounce my philosophical, anatomical and spiritual Point-of-View: Michael Jackson is a man.

About suspension threats and selections..

Been a while since my previous post, and for general information, the raiding party of CAM exams are here again.. :-( Start on the coming Tuesday.

As the title suggests, suspension threats are not related to the engineering suspension mechanisms, but basically administrative suspensions, where you're chucked out of the hostel/college etc.. :-) So me and 15 guys got one hostel-suspension threat for an "extended" birthday party which was held at 3 in the morning.. story goes something like this:

A guy had his birthday (obviously), and it started around 8 PM in quite a subdued manner i.e. an SMS message chain through the hostel about getting free ladoos etc to whoever give him birthday bumps at 12 midnight. That was sort of started in my room, with me having a substantial role in its creation and spreading.. :-) That guy could only watch helplessly as message after message poured into his cell regarding confirmations. Heh. Basically we all get a special Airtel Students' Pack with 100 SMSes free *everyday*, so the messages spread really fast. Now at 12 midnight, we all landed at his room, and he got his share of birthday bumps, which for some inexplicable reason ended up with giving him friendly kicks on the butt, while hanging in mid-air him with two guys holding his arms and legs. This wasn't really anything "hooliganistic", and something even the Birthday Boy enjoyed. But since it had rained really heavily that night, and we had given the bday bumps in the badminton court and ensured that he landed perfectly in the slime and puddles, we all later decided that he had to be given a bath. This means that the victim is locked inside the shower cubicles with his clothes on, and water is thrown from the other cubicles in calculated projectile motions. :-) This was where things began to spin out of control, since nearly 15 guys cramped inside a small 12 cubicle bathroom and naturally the din and noise wasn't small. The trouble came with the fact that the shower cubicle-room is right next to the Warden's room, and in the spur of the moment when the warden-room's light came on, in anxiety that bday boy also ran back to his room like the rest of us, the only difference being that he was dripping wet and wet the entire ground floor as he ran. This provided a natural trail to his room, and the warden is no fool. Soon he was being asked to "prove" that it was his birthday (haha), and demands of how his friends came to know of his bday (sheesh!) etc. That was indeed quite a lot of foolish questions on the part of the warden, but anyway, we were all called out and threatened with suspension from the hostel.

Story would have ended, but the fools we are, we resumed his bday party after coming back from classes at 1 PM the next day! Started with a very simple cake-cutting "Happy Birthday to you" chanting ceremony, turned into a cake-smearing fight, and soon another water-fight which started with one guy launching an entire bucket of water on me in front of my room . I retaliated with a bottle of chilled water, and soon World War III was on with the rest joining in. The guard obviously caught us all.. all unrecognizable in our cream-smeared faces and dripping bodies, and threatened to inform the warden. But he was sort of enjoying our party, so he told us to do the water fights only in the bathrooms, and not outside the rooms in the corridors, and we finally decided to end the really memorable "extended" birthday party before we all got kicked out of VIT. :-)

Whew... as for the second thing, I got selected to the IEEE Executive Board.. one of the 7 people who made it through the interview of about 100 odd. The sad part was that I had to quit ISTE to do so, because of clashing domains and difficulty in attention-management.

Now I must scramble back to my, now dry, room and prepare for the CAMs.. this time I'm really screwed. Started preparing just 3 days ago.

And... one more post!

I really must change the pattern of naming my posts I've started developing... one more, and yet another, and another.. sheesh!

Ahem, it appears that *trumpets sound*, my CAM exam results are out. Well, almost, since our History paper, which I think went quite well, has been neglected in the hustle of other papers, and no-one finally got their History marks. The others... ah.

I need to start a new paragraph to describe them. Maths was devastated, English quite catastrophic, Chemistry measures 100 on the Richter scale.. total devastation, and Physics apparently good... atleast topped the class in physics. Need I give my marks? Let me start with what gives me some relief, Physics with 43/50, which makes me the topper in Physics. Don't get too many ideas, take a look at the other papers... Chemistry is 34/50, English 33/50 (a low scoring paper, I think I have the 5th highest or something in a class of 130), Maths is 42/50 (devastated, as I previously mentioned). The overall total puts me probably in the contention for the top 15, if I'm lucky in the top 10 out of 130. The top 10 guys get some good cash as a reward, which might allow me to go and splurge something on the excellent coffee I can get around here. But that's like a distant dream.. not sure. None of us know our exact standings, and History marks will be the deciding factor. I did the paper fine, but so were the rest. F**king!

So now that I have "wasted" a paragraph on CAM results, I have nothing much to say. Life is as such boring and hectic. Same old jobs to be done for getting the events up and running, except unlike the earlier times in school when I used to allot jobs to people and coordinate the event, here in college, as the first year, I'm given jobs to be done, and mostly the routine mundane stuff like making the brochures, banners, sticking them around the campus, getting more recruits, etc.... all stuff that event administrators love to give.. (I used to take sadistic pleasure in giving them to hapless juniors in my days.. hehehe). Talking of a full circle eh?!

The real interesting thing that I used to do, The Band, is currently not reachable, because all my "band-mates" have gone off since its TechWeek and therefore one week devoted to competitions without any classes or attendance. Infact, 90% of first years are off, and my hostel block is like a graveyard. I'm therefore going to get an experience of staying in a 6-bed room converted to a single bed for one whole week. Ah.. the whole room to my will! The hostel is really empty now, infact no-one screamed and threw dustbins from the 5th floor when the power went off, which proves that this hostel seriously needs more people.
Cya, more later..

Here I am, with a post again

So here I am, with yet another post.

"Just to inform you, I have a chemistry exam tomorrow and have got quite a substantial portion left, and the time as of now is 10:20 PM, and if I start working on it now, I'll probably finish at 3 AM, and the exam is at 8 AM. We have 5 exams in a row, from Monday to Friday, and tomorrow's the second last, and though I have been sleeping at 2:30 AM - 3 AM for the past three days, this neglect of studies to waste time due to sheer boredom is a first for me in VIT. Have done this before, but... "

and so my mind goes back to the beginning of the loop. *Beep* I'm damn bored. I never liked studying for exams.

Basically, I've been busy studying, trying to fit in ISTE and Phreak 2006 work when I can, and jamming with a *band-mate* in his room with an acoustic guitar. I recently hit on to a cool guitar riff (progression of chords that can form the backbone of the song and are repeated through the song) while messing around with the guitar, and soon I wrote an entire song based on the tune along with the lyrics. The song's called "Bogeyman/The Devil's all I got". Its a nice, slow and depressing song about an outlaw, though it might be time before we actually set about practising it seriously. Presently, its just a personal item. :-) We're planning to start practising "We Rule the Night" by Bon Jovi soon, infact within a few days once these bloody exams finish.

I think I really need to study how Municipal Water is treated, so will write more soon.

Finally another post..

Alright, its been quite a while since my last post, but I had warned you of these "disappearing acts" in my very first blog post. :-) Though this time, it wasn't really a disappearing act which occurs due to boredom, but I have been really busy getting adjusted to the new college life. For information, I have joined Vellore Institute of Technoloy (site) with Comp. Sci and Engg., which is quite a good institute in terms of infrastructure and facilities. The campus is really big and nice, though that means that there is an enormous amount of walking to do to just get from the classrooms to the labs. The library is one entire 4-floor building, and it has something called a Digital Library also along with paper books, you can figure out the meaning of that.

We're going to have our first round of exams in just a week now, from 21st August to 26th, to be more precise.

I've been busy studying, designing sites for the various student-chapters of prominent organizations (Check out ISTE. Open the board members' page), and trying to find members for my rock band. This is the real interesting part. I have found most of the required members for a basic band, and we'll begin jamming together after 1st semester when we all go back to our homes and get our instruments. There are some really great student bands here in VIT, really talented ones. You can hear them jamming really hard every evening-night from 5:30 PM to 11:30 PM in the music room.

This is all for now, will blog more later, and try to pick up the threads of the blog again. I just don't get the time to blog anymore.. never did anyway, but now its even less.

Interesting observations..

I was just poking around my webstat interface, and I found this script that tells me the search engines people have used to reach my blog directly, and the keywords they used. I was quite surprised to note that nearly 30% of the traffic I get is because people land up on my blog while searching for variants of the keyword: "BITSAT 2006 cutoff". Its surprising because my blog contains absolutely no information about BITSAT cut offs or anything. Then I remembered my post about my experience of giving the BITSAT-06 in Noida (Remember the post: Marooned with a computer in Noida?). Quite funny, the search engines of today still have a long way to go before achieving decent relevance-rating. Oh and the Webstat interface also confirmed one thing: Google is the No. 1 search engine, since people have used only Google to reach to my site.
Now, I'll be a little smart. Since it is driving traffic to this blog, I'll actually put up the real cut-offs for BITS and some info. ;-)

The First-Iteration cut-off mark for 2006 is 317. The people above 280 are in the first-iteration waiting list. So this year the cut-offs appear to have gone higher. I have heard that last year's first-iteration cut-off mark was 290 or something. The next three iterations went at 260, 250 and 245.

The last seat at BITS Pilani last year went at 252 (MSc. Bio) and in BITS Goa at 245 (MSc. Bio), and Computer Science at Pilani went at 351. Engineering finished in Pilani at 301 (Civil) and in Goa at 289 (Chem).

Of internet communities and hair..

Browsing around the 'net, I found some really wierd community websites/boards. Though now it makes perfect logical sense, but I really found this particular board pretty interesting: Link


I find amazing comradeship among long hairs. Walk into a bus, you'll immediately be noticed by another ponytail, not that I'm making one yet. Though of course, I find the "super groomed", "super silky" hair that kids try to emulate really gross. Hair should be allowed to grow as it wants to, what's the kick in spending 45 mins a day trying to get your hair silky smooth and steady?

PS: That guy in the picture is, unfortunately, not me. :-)
PPS: I know this sort of breaks the tradition of semi-technical posts that I have set with the last few ones.. Its unlikely I will post anything this idiotic in the near future.. :-)
PPPS: I really had nothing to post about, and was feeling generally bored. :-)

Swim-lessons Saga: Part I

I planned to write a post about how I almost drowned in the deep end yesterday, but then thought it something too trivial and stupid to post, but then decided that since this was sorta like a personal blog, and since I didn't care if people read my swimming sagas and giggle, here it is.


Scene: Swimming Pool
Time: 4:45 PM
Location: 6 feet end of the pool

I bloody well drowned yesterday.. not just the first time fear of the deep end, but really. We were starting that part of the pool yesterday.. diving in from the sidewalks one by one, and the trainer was supposed to be in the pool, watching us and pulling us out after we exhausted our air supply. I know, an experienced swimmer can go across the pool in one gulp of air, but I'm hardly a swimmer yet. Anyhow, when my turn came, the trainer suddenly got distracted and went off somewhere when I dived, and unfortunately in that very dive from the sidewalks, I sort of made a bad jump and lost my so-called balance in water and starting going 'into' the 6 feet deep water head first and rotating along the body axis, instead of floating flat. And the stupid Goggles get yanked off my head each time I dive in because of the sheer force of the water hitting the face. So I somehow managed to push myself up against the floor and barely managed to float to the top somehow. And then that guy comes over and 'pulls' me out again. I drank a bit of that dirty (chemical) water, as I was out of breath by the time I came out, I was at the bottom for almost 5-6 seconds, swinging my hands and legs to and fro like a madman. ;-) Hand and leg movements take a lot of your breath away.

As for my progress in swimming, today was my 5th day, because I was down with some fever and cold for 2 days.. possibly due to the pool. As of now I can sort of swim and get to the other end of the shallows in one breath.. I've finally begun to float across the pool quite decently, though my swimming style presently is more like a crazy ballet of a mad-man. If I did it outside the pool, I'd probably get lynched and taken to a mental asylum.

I'm really bad at talking about my experiences etc, so sorry if I've disappointed anyone reading this blog with some hopes of a nice post. I enjoy writing technical posts and talking about technical stuff or music. :-) I'm planning to start a series of 'Interesting Projects' that I'm currently doing once my DCE paper gets over on the 30th... so that might be something that is worth reading, rather than stupid banters of a lousy beginner in swimming. Don't worry, its not going to be too technical.