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An oft-repeated line from a 60s Tamil song roughly translates to “there are crores of people who are worse off; consider that, and seek solace.” This is a part of those solace-seeking measures. There are 5,139,715,394 people in the world who draw a salary that is lesser than mine. Here’s where I stand (according to The Global Rich List).

I’m the 860,284,606 richest person on earth, which puts me in top 14.33%.

However, the way the site calculates one’s position is flawed. It converts salaries into exchange rate dollars. I would be better off if it were considered in real terms i.e PPP-converted terms. That would put my rank at around 430 million, pushing me into the top 8%. Damn, I say, what self-conceit!

I’m only reminded of this classic sonnet by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Ozymandias of Egypt

I MET a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

[This post is a blatant boast... an expression of my conceit... a vent to my vanity]

Yesterday, we had a team meeting – a kick-off meeting for a really crucial release that is coming up in a few months’ time – so critical, it is considered a make or break. After the initial formalities like context setting, appraising members of the criticality of the release, and some introductions, the project plan was dished out.

To my surprise, I found that I had been made an anchor for one part of the project!!! Easily the best thing that has happened to me in quite some time… considering that this is my first job, and I haven’t completed one year in the company! I can now command – nay – work with two other people who will constitute my team.

Life is such a great balancer. It gives you something to brag about, but always rolls it up with lots of responsibilities. Spare a thought for God, the Omnipotent. I wonder how he manages the infinite power which brings along with it infinite responsibilities. Surely at least for that, we must salute the Almighty!

To my regular readers: I might not post frequently in the coming days and weeks. After all, an anchor like me has so much work to do. Gotcha! -:)

 

Let me start by stating some facts and opinions. Microsoft is a phenomenon. I use Windows; though I’m quite comfortable with Linux, I won’t use a Linux-only PC for many years to come. Microsoft Office is just too good. Let me accept that I live in a Microsoft universe. I respect Microsoft for bringing the PC to the common man.

But Microsoft has been (probably has always been) sluggish. Be it the fact that they realised the potential of GUIs only after seeing the Mac, or the fact that they realised the potential of the Internet only after Netscape… or that they have just realised that their cranky one-tab only browser is on the way down, Microsoft has not been the first mover in most good things.

But somehow they have managed to retain their place as the top software behemoth… sometimes by fault and sometimes by default. But with the coming of Google, Microsoft has lots to fear. Google has been churning one new technology after another, most of it winning public support. Some industry watchers predict that Google could come up with its own PC, a dumb terminal which could directly connect to the Internet and run Google software. Microsoft, thou 800-pound behemoth, are you all deadweight?

Google’s popularity has been such that the site should be receiving at least one on every four clicks on the Net. Nobody uses the term search these days, they always “google” for something! I don’t think MSN Search can compare with Google; the only way Microsoft can prevent people from googling is to release service packs for Windows and IE, which would redirect the browser to MSN Search, if the user types in google.com. Microsoft might even put in an alert box saying “Don’t try Google – MSN Search is best for you!!!”

Blogging, being one of the world’s favorite pastimes, Microsoft didn’t want to lose out on this space. So they seem to have come out with their own version of a blogging tool. Given the fact that Microsoft could have studied so many popular blog sites before developing Spaces, I’m amazed that they haven’t really improved much.

That same old cluttered interface à la Hotmail is enough to drive away any potential blogger. And then there is the 30 MB storage limit. When Google is increasing mail storage by the second, Hotmail is still touting its 250 MB mailbox as il fenome. And even that is applicable only for residents of North America! In a world sans barriers, that sounds ridiculously ridiculous! Same applies to Spaces. I’m not saying that I’ll write 100 pages everyday and exhaust the 30 MB limit inside a month. But Blogger says you write, we host… however huge! Who wins, you decide!

The commenting system in Spaces makes me red with anger. One must log in using his Passport to place a comment. To put in one line “Nice post, dude!”, I’ll have to do that? Surely, they must be easier ways to make people get a Passport! As one friend remarked, “… for a narrowly read blogger like me costs too much in terms of visits. Obviously, we need some one to read and comment.”

Spaces has three good features that Blogger doesn’t offer. There is an inbuilt trackback system, a hit counter, and photo albums. But all these features can be installed on Blogger using third-party offerings. And this is where Blogger triumphs. You get the basic framework, and innumerable tweaks and add-ons.

One of my Computer Science professors used to remark that Unix was built for engineers, and Windows for clerks! In an era where everyone is becoming tech-savvy, plain user-friendliness just won’t sell! If Microsoft realises this, we’ve got a real game on our hands. Else, let us roll out the carpet for Google!

 

Joe Anderson is essaying a history of Google right from its days as a fledgling. Makes for some interesting reading.

 

Britain’s numero uno, Tim Henman, was knocked out of Wimbledon on Thrusday. Personally, I could never have thought of him as a champion – not an addition to names like Connors, McEnroe, Becker or Sampras. Probably he was never meant to be.

A dejected Henman leaves Centre Court Posted by Hello

Some news channel commented that it was time for Henman to concentrate on coaching and assisting younger talents, so that Britain could produce a champion tennis player in the future. Given the fact that I have been under the tutelage of some really inspiring teachers, I consider the saying “Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach” a travesty. But Henman can forget all that and inspire a clutch of conquerors. Maybe we already have one in Andrew Murray.

 

Just like everyone else, I’m a music freak. On the road, at home, at work, I keep humming some tune; if not, I keep tapping my fingers (thanks to two years of formal training in percussion). I love almost any music that is rhythmic and not noisy; melodies, I adore! My favourite genre is Tamil film music.

However my music listening is kinda strange. Unlike many I know, I don’t listen to entire playlists or even albums. I listen to something; if I like it, I repeat it over and over and over again. Almost as if I am beholding a phenomenon – as if that piece were the anthem, the final word in music. I’ve observed that this habit of mine hasn’t changed – only the songs keep changing, maybe once a month.

The phenomenon I’m currently beholding is Konjam Konjam from the Tamil movie, Arindhum Ariyaamalum. I don’t know when I started listening to this solo piece; neither do I know when I’ll stop. My friends and colleagues have grown sick of the publicity I’ve been giving to this song, composed by Yuvan Shankar Raja.

Solo love songs are common in Tamil movies, but they are always sung by the hero. He craves and he croons. I’ve often wondered how insensitive moviemakers are to the emotions of the leading lady. Don’t they long for their hero? Or aren’t they creative enough to express their outpourings? Why should they been depicted as haughty? Are only men lovesick? In recent times, the one music composer who changed the trend by doling out melodious love solos is Harris Jeyaraj. He is a real trend-setter. Vaseegara (from Minnale), Poove Vaai Pesum (12 B) and Ondra Renda (Kaakha Kaakha) come to the mind almost immediately.

Konjam Konjam is a fitting addition to this oft-overlooked genre. It is set on the beach where the girl is observing her beau who is playing volleyball. They have been friends for some time, and love is blossoming between them. One needn’t see the visuals to guess that the song has some beach sequences. Except for the opening, I haven’t seen them myself. The tune and the beats are set in a way that evokes memories of sea shanties – a rare fusion of the African and Mediterranean (or say Carribean and South American) variety, interspersed with a qawwali-style chorus.

One must hand it over to the singer. Her lovely rendering of this song strikes us with awe, more so when we are told that this is her debut song! I haven’t heard of the name Maheeva Kammat before; I don’t even know if the spelling is correct – but this is the one Google agrees upon. Various music reviews misspell her name ad nauseum, with one claiming that he has done a great job!

The song starts in a very casual, nonchalant even careless way. But twenty seconds into it, we realise that the subdued nature of feminine passion is going to explode. The transition happens, but not fully. Maheeva delights us with her seamless movement from one pitch to another, those neat inflections, and a voice that conveys a longing, that passion. In fact to call it feminine passion is wrong – those girlish notions of romance, pride even in love, are brought out superbly. That passion remains subdued, and lingers till the very end.

That she isn’t a Tamilian is evident; her accent and pronuniciation reveal it amply (she says kolluppam for doubt). But given that one is used to hearing bad Tamil from gen-next females, on screen, on TV and in real life, it seems natural, and hence pardonable. But Maheeva wins it with her impeccable style – it compensates for any shortcomings. Her adorable voice makes the song drip with passion. And for that reason, she wins my vote for the Best Debutante Singer award for this year! Maheeva Kammat (if that’s the right spelling), I congratulate you for this magnificent effort!

 

A friend mourns the demise of one of the most important inventors of all time.

 

I received a simple two-line forwarded mail yesterday.

In olden days, if people wanted to become hermits, they used to leave behind their homes, their friends and relatives, and such other things and go to the Himalayas.

These days, they join a software company!

I was on leave today… for two reasons: I had some work to attend to in the morning, and an exam in the afternoon. That both things fell on the same day was lucky indeed, else I would have had to bunk one more day. Mother Nature however provided a third, more compelling reason for a holiday – today was the best day yet of the summer of 2005!

Only now do I realise that it is the 21st of June, supposed to be longest day of the year. But we could hardly spot the sun, thanks to the thick cloud cover. It is nice to know that my blog gets read in worlds other than ours (only I can’t find many takers in this world!). My veiled wails of yesterday have been justly answered.

The morning’s work was over sooner than expected, so I had lots of time to enjoy the charming weather. Afternoon was even better. As I was riding, there were those ever so tiny droplets of rain threatening to break out in full flow. I wonder when last a breeze so enjoyable floated around the city. I wish I had some poetic sense to describe my thoughts. Such a weather brings out the artist in us all.

The exam I was supposed to take this afternoon is the first part of a four-part exam leading to a Diploma in the French language (Diplôme d’études en langue française). Though I didn’t have any doubts of breezing past the exam, the fact that I had to converse in French was giving me the creeps. It turned out to be easier than I thought.

I was supposed the play a prospective buyer of mobile phones, who enters a shop and inquires about different models and finally settles down on one. I threw in some extempore phrases here and there, in a mood to impress la vendeuse, who happened to be the most experienced professor of French in Chennai! The written exam was so simple, it makes one think that it is directed at people who don’t know anything of French…

Now that I’ve said so many demeaning statements about the exam, I should keep my fingers crossed hoping to pass!

 

This past weekend, some of my project members went to Vishakapatnam to attend the marriage of a colleague. As they returned to work yesterday, most of them were sporting an undesirable tan! At more than 45 degrees C (113 F), the sun was merciless. On an average they should have imbibed 10 litres of fluids each day! Even the nights were no less tortuous.

Not that we’re complaining of incessant snowfall in Chennai, but to know that other places are suffering much worse under the heat wave brings mixed reactions – I pity the people who have to toil under such searing heat, while feeling happy that I’m better off here. I remember reading in some book (maybe Word Power) a pithy line under the title Classroom Classics, a collection of common goof-ups because of the misuse of vocabulary: “The climate in Bombay is such that its people have to live elsewhere”. I think such a statement can be applied to 80% of places in India.

Last evening provided some much needed relief. A week of 100F days seems to have disturbed even the rain-god and woken him up from his deep slumber. Chennai was screened by some lusty-looking cumulonimbus clouds and was lashed by — nay, sprinkled with — some showers. The much excitable Chennai population, and the trigger-happy media (Radio Mirchi, for one) declared celebrations… and since then, there hasn’t been one droplet!

I’m certain that young children are spoilt big-time in schools. One of the first rhymes the tiny tots are taught is “Rain rain go away! Little Johnny wants to play!” It is one of the examples of how pathetic and mindless the teaching system is in our country. Kids should be taught something meaningful, practical and relevant. Whenever there are dark clouds, these toddlers sing in unison and drive the rain away. The power of prayers? Public opinion?

If you live in Chennai or some such rain-forsaken place and want to do something about it, I suggest you talk to the authorities in the schools in your area! After all, it is time to revamp the education system…

 

There is an old anecdote (possibly even apocryphal) about how a woman proposed to George Bernard Shaw telling him that if they married, their progeny would be blessed with her beauty and his brains. The inimitable GBS is known to have shot back, “But what if he inherits my uncomely countenance and your stupid intellect?”

Who doesn’t want all the wealth of Bill Gates, the genius of Albert Einstein and the come-get-me looks of Tom Cruise (or Pitt or Depp)? Yes, all of it! You know you won’t refuse it. But what if you can’t refuse it? What if you don’t have the power to refuse it? If it is beyond your control?

There is a theory that if a person has too much pent-up emotions courtesy of incidents, accidents, even tragedies he has faced in his life, his mind can conjure up a totally different personality – an all-conquering ideal, through which the person releases those emotions, sometimes even in violent ways. That is the basis of a split personality. Or so opines director Shankar. And that opinion forms the storyline of the most eagerly awaited Tamil film of 2005 – Anniyan (the stranger).

The theme is not new. A man whose docile nature sheaths his anger at society, its corrupt and devious elements is a recurrent theme in Shankar’s movies like Gentleman and Indian which were roaring successes both with the critics and at the BO. However, unlike Krishnamurthy or Senapathi, Ramanujam Iyengar is not Dr. Jekyll by day and Mr. Hyde by night. He is Doctor er… Lawyer Jekyll all the while. A righteous person, he cannot tolerate those who break or bend rules. But “Rules” Ramanujam is a typical Brahmin, he can complain endlessly, but he cannot act against an erring society. He comes across a website which accepts his grievances and promises to punish sinners.

Lo and behold, Anniyan barges on to the scene. Unknown to the world, unknown to Ramanujam, this omnipotent stranger guillotines the guilty, leaving behind only a jumble of letters. Who is he? Why does he look like Ramanujam? And who’s Remo, the ramp-walk model? These are some of the many questions raised in an otherwise boring first half. The riveting second half provides not only the answers but is the saving grace too.

A movie of three hours cannot be without downsides. As already stated, the theme is not new. The storyline seems like a collage of a dozen movies – Indian, Gentleman, Ramana, A Beautiful Mind, The Matrix, Spiderman, Aalavandhaan, For the People (Four Students), Mudhalvan, even Chandramukhi! But Shankar’s inevitable touch, technical wizardry and taut screenplay make this breakneck-speed movie very enjoyable . But hey, isn’t it unpardonable that a director of Shankar’s class should also stoop down to Matrix- and Spidey-style stunts?

For once, a leading lady has some part to play, beyond the usual dance sequences. Sadha grabs her role with both hands and has perfomed well enough for us to remark that she is not saadha. Prakash Raj is his usual self, adding another feather to his already heavy cap. After a long time, Vivek also shines in a role sans dialogues with sexual undertones.

If you thought the soundtrack was great, check them out on screen. Each song has been shot with such taste and to such perfection that the producers could have released music videos separately. Kannum Kannum Nokia is the pick of the music videos! You can miss the initial titles sequence, and still guess that the dialogues have been penned by Sujatha. Savour this… in one scene, Ramanujam is beaten black and blue by some rogues. After some time, in comes Anniyan. One of the rogues asks, “Avana ivan?” Anniyan replies, “Avan illada, Yaman da!”

A couple of days ago, someone raised a question if Anniyan would be Shankar’s magnum opus. My answer is NO! But it is certainly Vikram’s magnum opus. Yet again, Vikram has proved that he can deliver to the weight of expectations. Though his mannerisms as a typical (?) Tam-Brahm seem like an aping of Poornam Viswanathan, his portrayal of three different roles with such elan is stupefying. His role in the climax where he shifts from Anniyan to Ramanujan to Anniyan to Rama… is a treat. In such cases, there is only a thin line that separates perfection and over-acting. For having tread that line with care, Vikram deserves to be honoured.

Is Anniyan good? Yes! Is it a great movie? Probably. Is it unforgettable? Well, only Oscar Ravichandran, the producer who has splashed 25+ crores, can answer!

 


Created by Siddhartha Elangovan Posted by Hello

 


Created by Siddhartha Elangovan Posted by Hello

 

The following strip was created by a colleague. I liked it because I found it down-to-earth, direct and simple. If you liked it too, you may post your comments here, or mail him directly.

The Ring Series… by Siddhartha Elangovan Posted by Hello

 

Right out of the blue, Sun Microsystems decided to send me a mail today announcing the “opening” of Solaris. Wow, that was so nice of them do it – both the “opening” and the mail.

Such promo mails stay in my inbox only for a few seconds. They are then lost into cyberspace forever. But this mail was special. There was this cool image of a T-shirt and below it were the words “Free T-shirt”.

You’ve guessed the rest of the story by now, but it has a few twists.

The folks who were so kind to send me a mail probably forgot to add a link to the T-shirt image. There were some other links on the page – get the source code, read the blogs, participate in the community etc. But hey, where’s the T-shirt?

I immediately followed one of the links, it took me OpenSolaris.com. One more form on the web, and my lone password (and I have only one password for everything) was shared with yet another server. Some checking, validation and verification through email – all the while I was pegging the probability of wearing that cool T up by one percentage every second.

The formalities completed, and Sun getting enough proof that Vijay Krishna was indeed Vijay Krishna, the same old screens were brought up. Read the blogs, participate, get the source… Hey, where’s the T-shirt?

I even used the search on Solaris’s website, and the results were pathetic – more blogs, more promos, more useless links… Finally I decided to drink the milk from the cow itself. I went to Sun’s website, and ran a search for “T-shirt”!

All the while I was thinking that I was the only Indian on the planet (as in scurrying and scouring for the meanest of freebies). Relief was at hand. Someone had already posted this stuff on the bulletin board. Five replies down the line, I got the link, but it warned the prospective beneficiary that there were only 5000 in stock and stcoks would run out soon, if not already.

To stop your mouth from watering too much, here is the link to the free T-shirt – and your guess is as good as mine.

I say, let boys be boys! Who wants it anyway?After all, you see, I don’t run after freebies…

 

This is one of the worst PJs I’ve received in quite some time. Crappy but it makes you smile anyway!

Presenting the real Bun, Tea aur Bubbly… Posted by Hello

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