Kathleen Parker on the importance of touch:
The tactile experience of reading is also crucial to my reading pleasure. Holding a book compares to nothing short of a baby’s contact with his favorite blankie. Consistent with Ackerman’s findings, a hardback is superior to a paperback precisely because it is more solid, weightier and, therefore, more permanent, more important, better.
Excerpt from a Forbes interview with Steven Levy
Q: You’ve watched some characters in your book gain wealth and power while others kind of disappeared. What’s your advice for hackers who want to become Bill Gates instead of Richard Greenblatt or Bill Gosper?
A: You mean how do you become rich? Greenblatt doesn’t consider himself a failure. Just like in anything, if you spend your life doing something you love, that’s success.
It’s bad policy to start by comparing yourself to Bill Gates. The real lesson is that you should try to do the impossible. We’re at the best time ever in history to do the impossible, and we have amazing tools to do it. We’ve created a technological platform where imagination is your only boundary.
Q: So imagination is still more important than politics or marketing or business plans?
A: Absolutely. The best laid business models are overturned by a kid in a dorm room, more now than ever.
One of the things I am not proud of but still keep doing all the time is how I speak with Customer Service representatives if I feel I have had a raw deal. Sometimes I feel smug about the comments that I make. This morning served up one such instance.
Customer Service Rep: Good morning, Mr. Narayanan. Thank you for calling Delta’s Corporate Customer Service; how may I help you today?
Me: I need to file a complaint.
CSR: Sure, I can help with that. May I know what you would like to complain about.
Me: Sure. My flight to Detroit this morning was delayed by almost 3 hours. This isn’t the first time this is happening; I am not sure if anyone is telling Delta, or even if you guys need to be told. But this is unacceptable, and you Delta needs to do something to fix it.
CSR: I am sorry about that. Please give me a minute so I can find out why the flight was delayed.
Me: Sorry to interrupt, but I am not interested in the reason. There is a new reason every week anyway, but the point is I am always late to work on Mondays.
CSR: But, Sir, I still need to look into why the flight was delayed.
Me: In that case, Ma’am, you can do it on your own time...
Incidentally, Delta was rated the fourth worst airline of 2009. I flew Comair, a Delta partner, this morning, and it placed third in that rating. I didn’t even participate in the study / survey / rating.
A true story.
On the phone with a manager earlier today…
Him: “So what plans for the weekend? I’m sure you could do with a change of environment.”
Me: “Well, the only change I’m considering is moving from the DEV environment to the QA environment.”
Recounted this to a team member today:
A programmer has died recently. At his funeral, a friend of the programmer approaches his widow: “Dear, I know it is an inappropriate moment to ask you this question, but do you know where he has saved all the source code?”
As the epitome of motherly love (vaatsalyam) in Hindu mythology, Yashoda has been immortalized by saints, storytellers, poets and singers. While comparisons are mere exercises in futility, it is hard to think of anyone who has expounded Yashoda’s love better or more elaborately than Periyaazhwaar. And the following lines (from the decad வெண்ணையளைந்த) is probably the best of them all.
"கறந்த நற்பாலும் தயிரும் கடைந்து உறிமேல் வைத்த வெண்ணெய்*பிறந்ததுவே முதலாகப் பெற்றறியேன் எம்பிரானே!*சிறந்த நற்றாய்அலர்தூற்றும் என்பதனால் பிறர்முன்னே*மறந்தும்உரையாட மாட்டேன் மஞ்சன மாட நீவாராய்."
(The decad is very popular, and it is recited in temples during thirumanjanam (sacred ablution). Krishna is a playful, troublesome child, who refuses to take bath. But Yashoda is insistent that he must, and in this decad, entreats him to bathe.)
The verse quoted above roughly translates to “O Krishna, since the day you were born, I have observed that the milk, curds and butter that I store safely in this house vanish mysteriously. Since I know that you’re fond of these, I can understand what became of those. Your real mother (Devaki) will not be very pleased to know about your pranks. Worry not, as I will not reveal this to her. Now, please come and take bath.”
Brilliant!
Tags: Krishna, Periyaazhwaar, Yashoda
Here’s why.
Ezhezhu thalaimuraikkum from Goa (2010). Composer: Yuvan Shankar Raja.
Tags: Bhavatharini, Gangai Amaran, Goa, Ilaiyaraja, Karthik Raja, Premji Amaran, Venkat Prabhu, Yuvan Shankar Raja
At a recent dinner party, I was surveying the menu to find out acceptable options. Unable to decide with confidence (there were no labels), I asked the Mexican behind the counter, “I am a vegetarian. What can I have?”
Pat came the reply: “Roast beef, and ham.”
Every time I drive past this, I ask myself, “Is the proprietor Gundappa Vishwanath?”
Tags: Fat Daddy, Gundappa Vishwanath
A co-worker and I had gone out to dinner last night, to a Middle Eastern restaurant. (Incidentally, the cuisine is growing on me.) The owner of the restaurant turned out to be an excellent conversationalist. One topic led to another, and we found out that his family was from Lebanon. My co-worker asked about to Hezbollah, and the man tried to convey his side of the story. Then, my co-worker let him know that his uncle, a professor at a university in Beirut had been held hostage by Hezbollah for close to a decade. The restaurateur offered his apologies, and the conversation tapered off.
It was then that I made a funny, but insensitive (but funny) comment to my co-worker:
“Small world, eh… your uncle was kidnapped by his uncle.”
Tags: Hezbollah
What kept me laughing all weekend:
உஷா: “அண்ணா, நாம ‘ஷோலே’ படம் போகலாம்.’
உப்பிலி: “ஆமாம், ஷோலே. ரொம்ப நன்னா இருக்காம். மலையாளம்.”
அத்திம்பேர்: “உப்பிலி, ஷோலே மலையாள படமாடா? இந்தி டா!”
உப்பிலி: “இந்தி-யா? அதைக்கூட தமிழ்ல எடுக்கறதா இருந்தாங்களாம். தேவர் பிலிம்ஸ்-ல தான் எடுக்கறதா இருந்தாங்க. கே.பி. சுந்தராம்பாள் கூட நடிக்கறதா இருந்தாங்க.”
அத்திம்பேர்: “அப்படியா?”
உப்பிலி: “படம் பேரு தெரியுமா? பழமுதிர் ஷோலே!”
(from Crazy Thieves in Palavakkam)
Tags: Crazy Mohan, S.Ve. Sekar
The Times has an article that captures the biggest sports stories of 2009 in numbers. Good read. My favorite from the list was:
3: Iron used by Elin Nordegren in the incident with her husband, Tiger Woods
Tags: Elin Nordegren, Tiger Woods
Listening to one’s entire song collection in shuffle mode has many advantages — for one, it enables me to remain lazy. More importantly though, I love the feeling of anticipating the next song — அடுத்த வினாடி ஒளித்து வைத்திருக்கும் ஆச்சர்யங்கள்! Today, two songs that the music player served up one after another caught my attention. In an earlier life, one of my favorite lines of thought was how, as time flies by, we have regressed as a society. While I do not intend this post as a social commentary, I cannot help wondering if that is indeed true.
The first song was an old classic, Chithiram Pesudhadi from the 1958 Sivaji Ganesan movie Sabaash Meena. I love the simple construction of the song, the unobtrusive music, and the civil choice of words to express passionate longing. Sample the first two stanzas:
சித்திரம் பேசுதடி; எந்தன் சிந்தை மயங்குதடி
முத்துச் சரங்களைப் போல் மோகன புன்னகை மின்னுதடிதாவும் கோடி மேலே ஒளிர் தங்கக்குடம் போலே
பாவை உன் பேரெழிலே எந்தன் ஆவலைத் தூண்டுதடி
The last line is a personal favorite because of its subtlety. It probably would have just been ordinary in another age, when subtlety was a given in popular culture. But somewhere along the way, I think we lost that sense, and as a populace, decided that crude — even senseless — lyrics were OK, so long as it gels with the tune.
For long, creators have blamed this on the audience. Their comfortable excuse is that “this” is what their audience craves for. And that is plain stupidity. As Henry Ford once said, “If I had asked my customers what they wanted, they would have told me ‘Give us faster horses!’“. It is therefore the creator’s burden to uplift society’s appreciation. However, popular culture is a volume game, and so, pecuniary considerations demand that society be dumbed down.
For which reason, while I enjoyed the song that followed (Kalloori Saalai, from the movie Kaadhal Desam) , I will never be able to reconcile how Vaali — one of my favorite lyricists — penned the lines:
கண்கள் silicon graphics
Girls வந்தாலே jam ஆகும் traffic
V-channel choice உன் Dolby voice
Lightning கன்னங்கள் LASER
நம்ம love matter சொல்லாது pager
நான் காதல் computer நீதானே software
Tags: a.r. rahman, creator's burden, Henry Ford, Sivaji Ganesan, Tamil
(Much ado about something trivial. The section titles are inspired from The Day of the Jackal.)
Anatomy of a plot
I was going over Google Analytics after a long time this weekend, and I found that I was getting a few hits from Bing for the search term “Koundamani”. A closer look revealed that VKpedia was the fourth result on Bing for Koundamani. A friend in India told me that he found that my blog was placed first for the same search term on Bing for Sweden. (Wow!)
While I was still celebrating this high note, my friend Shankar posed me a trivia question. Anyone who has listened to FM radio in Chennai would know that some RJs (especially Blade Shankar and Speed Dheena) play a clip from Koundamani when the caller is a woman — “Ai.. ladies!” The poser was “Which movie is this dialogue from?” To someone like me who considers Koundamani the equal of Kamal Hassan and Tom Hanks, the lack of a ready answer was an affront.
Anatomy of a manhunt
Anyone who has cheated by using Google to find an answer, and then promoted the answer as if it was the result of one’s own mental faculties, would know that this is not one of those problems. Because the search terms are generic, but the intended result is super-specific, Google is not an ideal tool for such a search operation. (Marissa Mayer, are you listening?)
Twitter is indeed the right tool, for one can tap into the collective intelligence of the masses. This route was pursued, but to little avail, so I was forced to resort my own mental faculties.
The immediate tool of choice was the process of elimination. This is ideal because when someone tries to whittle down to a few options from a filmography as daunting as Kounder’s, selection does not work well. One could eliminate movies from the 80s and from 2000 onwards with confidence. So the movie must be from the 90s. Obviously, the movie must be reasonably popular, and therefore it could not have starred an also-ran actor as the leading man. And obviously, the leading man could not have been Rajnikanth or Kamal Hassan, for I know the combinations well.
Also, the movie is probably not a rural movie. Of course, the term “ladies” is not restricted to the vocabulary of just those who graduated from Ivy League schools, but still I went ahead with this assumption. (Case in point: Gounder tells Sarath Kumar in Suriyan, “Side-la yeng [sic] ladies ellaam varraanga…”) This rules out actors like Vijayakanth, Sathyaraj and Ramarajan, in whose movies, our man plays meaty roles.
So that leaves us with the few actors who play predominantly urban roles, and who generally allow Goundamani a free ride in their movies. In short, Karthik and Arjun.
Anatomy of a kill
We know Karthik-Kounder combos like the back of our hand. So, it is probably an Arjun movie.
Not Gentleman, because we know every single scene from the comedy track. So, it must be Jai Hind or Karna. I could have sworn that the movie was Karna; but then, I started watching scenes from Jai Hind in fast-forward mode. And then, I heard it – boom! Koundamani tells Ranjitha, “Oh, ladies… sorry!” when they are traveling by boat to a terrorist hideout. The previous sentence turned out to be a false alarm. The dialogue in question appears a while later. Arjun and his team reach the terrorist’s basecamp. They are looking out for an ideal moment to strike, when a group of women with guns walk past a guard. And this is the precise moment when the magic happens!
So there you go, the most definitive answer is Jai Hind!
Tags: Arjun, FM radio, Google, Jai Hind, Kamal Hassan, Karna, Karthik, Koundamani, Oh ladies, Rajnikanth, Suryan FM, The Day of the Jackal, Twitter
Yet another series of long nights this week, and I had, for some reason, decided that I will listen only to Tamil kritis. I think it all started with a desire to listen to the song “enna thavam seidhanai, yashOdA“. One led to another, and I chanced to listen to Madurai Mani Iyer’s rendition of Subramanya Bharatiyaar’s “veLLai thaamarai poovil iruppaaL” after a long time. And it set off a train of thoughts, and I have been feeling nostalgic ever since. To say nothing of the many dozen times I have listened to the song in the past two nights.
First the lines.
வெள்ளைத் தாமரைப் பூவில் இருப்பாள்!
வீணை செய்யும் ஒலியில் இருப்பாள்;
கொள்ளை இன்பம் குலவு கவிதை
கூறும் பாவலர் உள்ளத்திருப்பாள்!உள்ளதாம் பொருள் தேடியுணர்ந்தேன்!
ஓதும் வேதத்தின் உள்நின்று ஒளிர்வாள்;
கள்ள மற்ற முனிவர்கள் கூறும்
கருணை வாசகத்துட்பொருளாவாள்.மாதர் தீங்குரல் பாட்டில் இருப்பாள்;
மக்கள் பேசும் மழலையில் உள்ளாள்;
கீதம் பாடும் குயிலின் குரலைக்
கிளியின் நாவை இருப்பிடம் கொண்டாள்;
கோதகன்ற தொழிலுடைடைத் தாகிக்
குலவு சித்திரம் கோபுரம் கோயில்
ஈதனைத்தின் எழிலுடை யுற்றாள்
இன்பமே வடிவாகிடப் பெற்றாள்.
The song is etched in my memory because it was the prayer song back in school. But that used to be lifeless – of course, if you assemble 2000 teenagers in the open sun and ask them to blurt out a few lines, it won’t produce the same effect as Mani Iyer rendering it in glorious Bhimplas, flanked by Chowdiah (methinks).
But I swore to myself that I have listened to Vellai Thaamarai in Bhimplas, and it wasn’t by Mani Iyer. In fact, I could attest that the memory was even before I started listening to Carnatic music seriously. And then it all came to mind. And my eyes welled up with tears.
My grandmother took a keen interest in Carnatic music. (My grandfather too, and I know for a fact that my veneration for Ariyakudi Ramanuja Iyengar stems from him.) Apart from being a avid listener, she was a good singer too. When I was 5, we bought a tape recorder, and my hobby was to use the record function a little too much. So much so that I have upset my father so many times for having overwritten tapes of his favorite songs.
The one enduring memory is that of my recording my grandmother singing Vellai Thaamarai. I cannot be held guilty for overstatement when I say that, as a kid, I found it every bit as delectable as I find Mani Iyer’s version today. It is quite possible she had listened to his records many, many times, and had, as result, internalized it. It was so good that when I transferred to this school, my first reaction to the prayer song was “No, this is not how it must be sung.”
That red tape recorder is no more. The Meltrack audio cassette which contained my grandmother’s voice was probably cast aside when our house was repainted or remodeled, and is now lost forever. My grandmother passed away a year ago this very week. As Marcel Pagnol says in Le Château de ma Mère (which incidentally is the greatest movie ever), “Telle est la vie des hommes. Quelques joies, très vite effacées par d’inoubliables chagrins.” (Such is the life of man. Some joys, quickly erased by unforgettable sorrows.)
Tags: Ariyakudi Ramanuja Iyengar, Bharati, Carnatic, le chateau de ma mere, Madurai Mani Iyer, Vellai Thaamarai
Dimitar Berbatov has been a near-tragic failure since he moved to Manchester United from Spurs in the summer of 2008. The player who came in for over 30 million pounds has only scored four goals in 18 games this season, and apart from the one wondergoal against Sunderland(?), he hasn’t wow-ed me at all.
But he did have this to say in a stout self-defence:
Berbatov has scored only four goals in 18 matches in all competitions for United this season and missed two inviting chances late on against Villa, but the Bulgaria forward has defended his form. “I try not to pay attention [to what some people say] because you’re always going to get people who say white is black,” he said.
“I read a book recently and it started by saying, ‘Unless they have beauty and grace in them, they’re powerless to act’, so that stuck in mind because I like to play with beauty, with grace … I don’t like to show emotion sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the game.”
Well, what else can I say other than “பெயில் ஆகறதுக்கு இப்புடி ஒரு பிட்டா?”
I was listening to a Bloomberg News podcast this weekend, and the topic of discussion was outsourcing. Prof. Jagdish Bhagwati was one of the guests. The discussion was on familiar lines, centering largely around the politics and the economics of outsourcing.
What set me thinking was an rather interesting point raised by Prof. Bhagwati. He alluded to the fact that the system of higher education in India was superior to that in China, and that this is one attribute in which China cannot surpass India in a generation. He said something like, “It is not like putting up a factory; an education system is developed over many decades.” My own experiences made me resonate with that point.
Maybe I am being very biased here; but the first thing that comes to mind when I think about outsourcing to China is cheap labor. Huge factories employing thousands of people who learn a skill, do as instructed and ask few questions, if any. In fact, I cannot think of China without the name Wal-Mart flashing across my mind.
India evokes a different set of associations. Probably because I owe my daily bread / rice to it, software comes to mind. A highly skilled labor force that produces high quality work. While in Indian terms, the cost of employing such a labor force is high, favorable exchange rates ensure a win-win-win for all parties involved (the outsourcer, the vendor and the employee).
The above comparison is definitely skewed. It seems to imply that there are 1 billion Indians who are kick-ass programmers, while there are an equal number of laborers in China who toil everyday under inhuman conditions. That is not the intention of the comparison. However, most people would agree that, a comparison of the labor force in both countries that are involved in an outsourcing relationship would reveal that the average Indian is more a knowledge worker than the average Chinese.
That doesn’t convey much either. Knowledge workers in India tend to gather in the big cities. The top 20 urban agglomerations in India together hold about 130 million people. Even assuming that one in twenty people from these places works in an outsourced IT relationship, we are looking at around 6 million knowledge workers. I think that the actual numbers would be much lesser. Various sources on the Internet peg this number close to 2 million (directly) and another 3 million (indirectly).
So, as a percentage of the population, less than 1% (more like 0.5%) are knowledge workers. I didn’t look up or estimate the number of Chinese workers (semi-skilled, factory workers) as a percentage of the country’s population, but it would be much higher than India’s 0.5% as per the above estimate.
These numbers make very interesting reading, from a variety of perspectives. Firstly, social inequality. There are a large number of people in China who earn moderate wages as a result of outsourcing. So, in theory, the inequality in not as pronounced as in India’s case where a small number of people earn much higher when compared against the average.
Secondly, India’s edge is in the services sector, while China’s is in manufacturing. The former can be replaced more easily than the latter. As other countries gain ground on India, the chances of jobs involving skilled labor moving away from her shores is much higher compared to the chances of a big manufacturing unit shutting down in China.
The only conclusions that I can draw from this half-baked analysis are these: India’s tremendous lead in offshored services pales in comparison against China’s lead in manufacturing. So, the question India is faced with is, do we compete against a tightly regulated China on her strengths, or do we use our knowledge leadership to diversify to an extent where we force China to constantly play catch-up?
Here’s what I found when signing up for a discounted copy of Windows 7 (for anyone with a .edu email address):
Sloppy typo on Windows 7 landing page
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