<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980</id><updated>2012-01-14T11:50:12.432+05:30</updated><category term='firefox ie twitter christmas comics'/><category term='animals'/><category term='crib'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='orkut'/><category term='review'/><category term='funny'/><category term='experiment google gtalk kwippy twitter'/><category term='books'/><category term='misc'/><category term='google'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>narvTimes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-6486948459718512349</id><published>2012-01-14T11:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:50:12.449+05:30</updated><title type='text'>QR codes and predictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was reading this post by Joel way back in Sep 2000 (&lt;a href="http://www.joelonsoftware.com/articles/fog0000000037.html"&gt;http://www.joelonsoftware.com/articles/fog0000000037.html&lt;/a&gt;) &amp;nbsp;and this particular paragraph was very interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About two months ago, Wired magazine had a &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; technology for going to a URL automatically from an ad. It was some kind of weird thing where you held up the page to your digital camera, took a digital picture, and ran this wacked out software that navigated your browser to the Altoids home page. So now instead of typing 7 letters I have to find my digital camera, turn it on, wait for it to boot up, take a picture of the page, turn off the camera, wait for it to flush its memory to flash, remove the flash card from the camera, take the network card out of the PCMCIA slot, put the compact flash into it's holder, plug it into the PCMCIA slot, find the picture, run the software which I previously installed, oh, don't get me started. It would be a half-hour trauma just to go to the damn Altoids web site, where you can't even buy an Altoids, for heaven's sake. Curious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what smart phones and QR codes (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QR_code"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QR_code&lt;/a&gt;) do today? Ideas may not always fail because they are stupid. They could fail just because the conditions weren't right at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-6486948459718512349?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/6486948459718512349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=6486948459718512349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6486948459718512349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6486948459718512349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2012/01/qr-codes-and-predictions.html' title='QR codes and predictions'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-5513977847656225934</id><published>2011-02-22T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:01:38.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Linked In metrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looked at my linked in metrics and I see that I have appeared in search results 43 times in the last 90 days and there are 40 visits to my profile. My initial thought was that a 93% conversion from search results to profile views. However, looking at the data again, I realized that this is not a case of direct conversion. Of the 43 searches in which my profile appeared as a result, I am not sure of the ones where folks clicked on my profile. There are chances of folks who are already connected to me or 1/2 level of connections who have clicked on other links on the site and arrived at my profile. Now, I need to look at the referrer metrics if available for free accounts and figure out what the traffic sources are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, I've thought about adding my linked in profile to the blog and realized that I'd like to keep my writing and professional work separate. It is the same person doing it. However, the motivations in both places are very different. Folks who want to connect both will just have to spend some more time looking for my resume. I figure that a lot of people are not going to be interested in making the connection in the first place. Surfers on the web suffer from a high level of ADD and that should lower the probability of people who are trying to make the connection even further (I was thinking of saying reduce the chance, but lower the probability just has a better 'ring' to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-5513977847656225934?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5513977847656225934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=5513977847656225934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5513977847656225934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5513977847656225934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/linked-in-metrics.html' title='Linked In metrics'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-5370958409189188593</id><published>2011-02-13T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:56:59.407+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Just watched the movie yesterday and I gotta say that it hit the spot someplace. I've always wondered what I am really doing with my life. I am sure a lot of us are asking ourselves the question all the time. If you are not, good luck to you since you either know what you are up to or clueless about your ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many things about the characters in the movie that was touching. A woman who has lost herself in her marriage and when she gets out of it, is not sure what she is; the snarky Richard from Texas; Ketut the Balinese medicine man; her lovely friend Sofi. As the landlady in Italy says, in the end the most important thing is "familia". Liz is touched by this diverse set of people and in turn touches their lives and becomes a part of their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the protagonist's path to self-discovery, she has suddenly touched something in me. It's not an emptiness, nor is it a sudden awareness of what I want. It could just be that I was able to identify with a lot of things in the movie. This one quote was the highlight of the movie for me - "When you set out in the world to help yourself, sometimes you end up helping... Tutti", where Tutti in Italian is "everyone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: YMMV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-5370958409189188593?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5370958409189188593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=5370958409189188593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5370958409189188593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5370958409189188593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2011/02/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat Pray Love'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-6570329890705815039</id><published>2009-02-17T18:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:40:04.505+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review: 34 Bubblegums and Candies</title><content type='html'>Weird that I couldn't find this title on Amazon! There were no reviews and I didn't hear about the book before I bought it. That makes it an abnormal purchase for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that the book's &lt;hints id="hah_hints"&gt;&lt;/hints&gt;cover art plays a part in a purchase decision. I've never personally done that before. Things that normally matter to me are the author, any reviews I've already had from trusted people (read as people who's taste match mine) and the summary behind books. Yes!! I normally read the summary. This one was an exception. Two things that made me get the book - the funny/weird title and the cover art. An impulse buy at Landmark that was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author has done a great job with the stories. They are funny. Enough to have me laughing in the cab and the other folks pooling with me give a quizzical look. Overall a very thought provoking collection of short (at times, really short) stories that I enjoyed reading. If someone's reading my blog, you can catch the author's writing at her &lt;a href="http://justamotheroftwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-6570329890705815039?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/6570329890705815039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=6570329890705815039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6570329890705815039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6570329890705815039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-34-bubblegums-and-candies.html' title='Review: 34 Bubblegums and Candies'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-6112635516229209531</id><published>2009-02-02T00:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:25:56.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Human Effect on the Environment</title><content type='html'>It's past 12 in the night and I am still sitting awake. Just doing some random browsing when I hear a noise. It took me a couple of minutes before I realized that it was cawing of crows - at 12 in the night. I guess our effect on how and why do things is not just on us, it is directly affecting with the sleep and hunting patterns of birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-6112635516229209531?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/6112635516229209531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=6112635516229209531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6112635516229209531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6112635516229209531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/human-effect-on-environment.html' title='Human Effect on the Environment'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-5892424151031093970</id><published>2008-12-24T19:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:06:05.155+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefox ie twitter christmas comics'/><title type='text'>Twitter gadget - IE 7 - Blogger = Not working</title><content type='html'>Just noticed that my twitter updates on Blogger are working fine on Firefox and Opera but not on IE7. IE7 just shows a link to my profile on Twitter but not the live updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas (http://xkcd.com/521/). That link is courtesy Vyshnavi. That just shows that I really need to catch up on my comics RSS feed.&lt;hints id="hah_hints"&gt;&lt;/hints&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-5892424151031093970?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5892424151031093970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=5892424151031093970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5892424151031093970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5892424151031093970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/12/twitter-gadget-ie-7-blogger-not-working.html' title='Twitter gadget - IE 7 - Blogger = Not working'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-7188839294368577856</id><published>2008-12-16T10:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:41:56.178+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment google gtalk kwippy twitter'/><title type='text'>My experiment with status message... *FAIL*</title><content type='html'>I tried an experiment with my Google Talk status reading "I'm in love!!". It was based on this post on &lt;a href="http://blog.kwippy.com/2008/08/04/the-status/"&gt;kwippy.com&lt;/a&gt; that such IM statuses are good conversation starters and people who haven't been in touch over a long period may respond to such statuses. I had the status message on for nearly a couple of hours. My verdict of the experiment: FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one person pinging me asking what I was in love with. Duh! This makes me wonder if it is the experiment or is it just ME? As a side note, I thought no one reads this blog. A friend of mine told me a couple of weeks back that she decided to try out &lt;a href="http://twitter.com"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; after reading my tweets in the blog.&lt;hints id="hah_hints"&gt;&lt;/hints&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-7188839294368577856?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7188839294368577856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=7188839294368577856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/7188839294368577856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/7188839294368577856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-experiment-with-status-message-fail.html' title='My experiment with status message... *FAIL*'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-6203107849134975527</id><published>2008-10-14T23:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:17:42.983+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>2 Komodo dragons fighting</title><content type='html'>I happened to see a YouTube video of two Komodo dragons fighting that was sent to me by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOF4YPdYELg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOF4YPdYELg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Reminds me of 2 Sumo wrestlers grappling. Remind me not to tangle with these animals, esp when they have a poisonous bite too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-6203107849134975527?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/6203107849134975527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=6203107849134975527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6203107849134975527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/6203107849134975527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-komodo-dragons-fighting.html' title='2 Komodo dragons fighting'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-7712001407756697357</id><published>2008-10-13T21:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:36:39.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The last instant</title><content type='html'>I've just been reading Seth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Godin's&lt;/span&gt; post called &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2008/10/waiting-until-t.html"&gt;"Waiting until the last hour"&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty interesting notion on how our notion of time has been getting more accurate relatively. Soon, we'll start measuring time in an &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/instant"&gt;instant&lt;/a&gt;, giving it some new measurable value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've started reading David Allen's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Getting-Things-Done-Stress-Free-Productivity/dp/0142000280/"&gt;"Getting Things Done"&lt;/a&gt;. I've read a lot about the system and I am really looking forward to pick up some new stuff that will let me do more, and do it better. I've tried stuff like to-do lists, mind mapping and just randomly jotting things down with a pen and paper. The think that really hurt was that there wasn't much of a price difference from the US edition ($10.20/- in Amazon when I last checked) and what I bought at Landmark (Rs 453/-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also messing around with &lt;a href="http://www.autohotkey.com/"&gt;Auto Hot Key&lt;/a&gt;. Nifty tool for auto completes and creating keyboard short cuts. I've got a new new auto completes set up. Weird that I see only a Windows based utility, though it's released with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GPL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-7712001407756697357?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7712001407756697357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=7712001407756697357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/7712001407756697357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/7712001407756697357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-instant.html' title='The last instant'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-2659620922302885238</id><published>2008-10-11T22:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:28:25.007+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awesome features in Airtel site</title><content type='html'>I just had the "pleasure" of using the Airtel website to pay my phone bills. It's not that I don't do this every month. I somehow don't like having ECS for any of my payments. It's been a pleasure using the site when I tried exploring the features available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the whole look and feel, which was pretty nice to start with. There were a ton of features - from easy bill payment to looking up my bill plan. I was really blown away with setting the personal phone numbers and analyzing the total usage and the percentage of usage for personal and professional calls. It's not really hard to do, but it was really a nice thing that they did it. I would love it if they'd have graphs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I spent nearly 20 hours last month on calling people. This doesn't include the calls that I receive. That's a *lot* of time on the phone. I really need to cut back on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-2659620922302885238?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2659620922302885238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=2659620922302885238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/2659620922302885238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/2659620922302885238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome-features-in-airtel-site.html' title='Awesome features in Airtel site'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-3368252328459038612</id><published>2008-10-03T12:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:49:36.429+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>No themes for Orkut outside India?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Weird that Orkut has no themes when viewed from office network. I am sure that Google thinks that the page is accessed from some place in US/EU and gives me the same, bland old Orkut theme when I access it from office. Pretty annoying when I expect to see my customized theme that is hardly readable normally. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-3368252328459038612?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/3368252328459038612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=3368252328459038612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/3368252328459038612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/3368252328459038612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-themes-for-orkut-outside-india.html' title='No themes for Orkut outside India?'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-5099323559751284869</id><published>2008-10-02T21:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:23:58.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Very interesting ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Watched a very interesting ad on TV from Max New York Life Insurance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ll5yaLbZ6VQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ll5yaLbZ6VQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loved the part when the kid goes "bfffft" when dad says "Czechoslovakia". I had to get that spell checked once... LOL. A couple of things to note in the ad - Dads are more demanding from their kids, and kids today are much more intelligent (assuming this kid is representative of the normal kid nowadays) than what I was. Guess evolution sorta balances stuff in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-5099323559751284869?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5099323559751284869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=5099323559751284869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5099323559751284869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/5099323559751284869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-interesting-ad.html' title='Very interesting ad'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-3951282071226345836</id><published>2008-07-05T23:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:27:01.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Broadband at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got a BSNL broadband connection today. Yaaay!! That is so cool. No more relying on the Reliance wi max which is good while it lasts. After being around for quite some time, Reliance has still not ironed out the DHCP server issues. There are times when it gets really difficult to get an IP address. Think of a critical issue at work that needs to be solved and you can't get online. Sucks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No more cribbing about these issues. I now have BSNL broadband. Let's hope it works well. If not, I have one more sob story for the blog. I am writing this post on the BSNL connection actually. Speedtest.net gave it a 256kbps score. The Reliance one I guess was a little faster at 300kbps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movies I watched in the last 24 hours: The Holiday (now on HBO) and Velli thirai (saw most of it, need to finish).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading: Finished the Inuyasha manga series. Also the Tsuki no Shippo series. I should soon add a link to onemanga.com on the blog. The least that I can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-3951282071226345836?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/3951282071226345836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=3951282071226345836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/3951282071226345836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/3951282071226345836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/07/broadband-at-last.html' title='Broadband at last'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-1255945105438939281</id><published>2008-06-29T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:01:41.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Back!! Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've decided to start blogging again.... again!! Some things that I noticed about the blog being that I have over a "thousand" impressions. Guess it must be google doing all the visiting, or friends just checking in to see if I have anything interesting to say. Like I ever did!! Another thing I've noticed is that I have this ad sense account attached to this blog alone that's made 55 cents in the past year or so. Thank god I don't have to pay to maintain this account. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently reading Inuyasha at &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Inuyasha/"&gt;onemanga.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Head-First-Design-Patterns/dp/0596007124"&gt;Head First Design Patterns&lt;/a&gt;. Waiting eagerly for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conn_Iggulden"&gt;Conn Iggulden's&lt;/a&gt; next book on Genghis Khan - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Genghis-Lords-Bow-Conn-Iggulden/dp/0385339526/"&gt;"Genghis - Lord of the Bows"&lt;/a&gt;. And working on something very interesting at office. For folks who haven't been in touch with me, I now work for Amazon.com. And yeah, the book links point to Amazon. ;). And no, I don't make a cent from these links. Just that finding any book on the site is easy as I work on it all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-1255945105438939281?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1255945105438939281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=1255945105438939281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/1255945105438939281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/1255945105438939281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-again.html' title='Back!! Again!'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-4066365033567176574</id><published>2007-09-10T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:57:50.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am "The One"</title><content type='html'>It's been over a year since I have blogged. I am really thinking of starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day. I am feeling like "The One". No, not the one having &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0267804/"&gt;Jet Li&lt;/a&gt;. I feel like Neo in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/"&gt;Matrix&lt;/a&gt;. I can feel the whole day going past me in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nope. We are not living in a world like the Matrix. It's just that I am feeling the effect of an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incid-L&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corex&lt;/span&gt; that I had yesterday night. I guess I had too much of Corex. Was watching TV, and kept drinking it without realizing what I was doing. They must have a warning not to have cough syrups when you are watching TV, like this &lt;a href="http://www.rinkworks.com/said/warnings.shtml"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt;. And make it taste horrible, so that I don't take that second swig. Or the third and the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in cloud 7.5 feels nice. Any way, feels nice to be back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-4066365033567176574?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/4066365033567176574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=4066365033567176574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/4066365033567176574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/4066365033567176574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-one.html' title='I am &quot;The One&quot;'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-115064356981120801</id><published>2006-06-18T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:42:51.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HOMGKGWAGAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;It's been a long time since I have blogged. A real long time. It's&lt;br /&gt;just that I came across a copy of HOMGKGWAGAL. Ok, I've just finished&lt;br /&gt;reading it, and that might be the reason I'm talking in acronyms. How&lt;br /&gt;Opal Mehta Got Kissed Got Wild And Got A Life describes the life of&lt;br /&gt;many Indian kids in America, working hard, excelling in academics, and&lt;br /&gt;yeah, missing out on a life in general. The book was funny, atleast&lt;br /&gt;most of the time. With all this talk of plagiarism etc, I had a lot of&lt;br /&gt;expectations when I started reading the book. Not a big disappointment&lt;br /&gt;over all. Opal's parents were really cool people, with a "get a life"&lt;br /&gt;plan(HOWGAL) including Opal kissing a guy.. Wow, are her parents&lt;br /&gt;"progressive" or what? The part where her dad starts listening to&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris n co and greeting folks with "what's up dawg?" was funny. I&lt;br /&gt;don't listen to Beyonce, nor did I get the stuff where the author&lt;br /&gt;throws around brands ,cosmetics and high heels. But it was a good&lt;br /&gt;read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;P.S: Posting by e-mail. WOW! It works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-115064356981120801?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/115064356981120801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=115064356981120801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/115064356981120801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/115064356981120801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2006/06/homgkgwagal.html' title='HOMGKGWAGAL'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-114374385966737873</id><published>2006-03-30T23:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:58:38.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bengaluru, a traffic nightmare!!!</title><content type='html'>Bengaluru, better known as the IT capital and the Silicon valley of India now has a new tag. It now holds the title of a traffic nightmare too. Yesterday night, at around the same time (i.e. around 11), I was running for all my life was worth from one side of the Majestic bus terminus to the other. But before I tell the climax, let's go to the beginning of the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to come to Chennai by the Guwahati express. The train leaves at 11.30 pm from the Bangalore Central. Normally, it would take an hour from the Electronics City (where the hostel is) to the station. Being the soul of cautiousness that I am, I estimated a buffer of an hour and a half and decided to take a bus by 9. It must have been good enough to go, and possible come back (a tight squeeze). And we were (Vyshnavi and I) in a bus to the Town Hall at 9 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us an hour and fifteen minutes to get to Madivala. The roads were so packed that if you stick a rat in there, and there would be no more space. Traffic at its best!!! At this rate, companies will have to start asking employees to stay over in the night and go back home once a while (better halves be warned)!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of the journey got even more interesting. We got off at Madivala and took an auto. He charged a ton (at this rate, he can set up his own company). As part of the tour package, he was supposed to bundle us into the station in half an hour flat. He decided to throw in an unguided tour of the back alleys and the gallis of Bengaluru. Under all that glitz and charm , the old city still thrives on. The autowala made a valiant effort; but to no effect. After all the fast (read as rash) driving, and my requests in Hindi (passable at its best), I came to know that he knows tamil when he told me.. "Saar, eppo vena erangi poidunga. Fulla jaam aagi irukkku"  (Sir, get down now and walk from here. Fully jammed from here onwards). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got down with Vyshnavi and started running/walking carrying nearly 10kgs of luggage, like as if it was doomsday, and I was getting away someplace else. It was nearly 3 kms (give or take half a km), and I made it in fifteen minutes. Given the fact that I am in the typical &lt;a href="http://narvi.blogspot.com/2006/03/chronicles-of-indian-softw_114314014214207389.html"&gt;ISP&lt;/a&gt; physical shape, I am still not sure how I made it. Even tried some of that Rambo stuff of "No pain! No pain!" when my legs started giving out with all that running. I never boasted of being a chivalrous soul. That, combined with the fact that I might miss my train, I left behind Vyshnavi near the over-bridge in Majestic and poured in new speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the train at 11.17 pm, 13 minutes before the departure time. I never knew I could do this. I was totally exhausted by this time. To rub it in, the train started some ten minutes late. Why does this happen to me?!? Why was the traffic this bad? Why did I have to run? Why did the train have to start late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Logging out! Can't stand reliving the whole thing again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-114374385966737873?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/114374385966737873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=114374385966737873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/114374385966737873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/114374385966737873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2006/03/bengaluru-traffic-nightmare.html' title='Bengaluru, a traffic nightmare!!!'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-114314014214207389</id><published>2006-03-23T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-01T10:56:28.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of an Indian Software Professional (ISP)</title><content type='html'>I am a software professional, one of those elite(!) people who claim to understand computers and act like it too. I get a ton of money as compensation for staring at the computer screen for hours. I speak many languages including assembly, C, Java, Perl and Ruby (No. That's not my (girl friend/wife)'s name). I usually speak in acronyms like FYI, ROFL, ASAP and WTF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my daily life is concerned, it is very structured, just like the code I write. I work, then browse, read news, cartoons etc online. I am very proud that my 'offline' life is nonexistent. I am young and smart. However, I am not exactly in a great physical shape. Climbing up a couple of stairs leaves me winded. Grandpa in the flat opposite can surely walk for a longer distance. And after hours of listening to music on my beloved iPod (I can't imagine how I managed to live without it), my mom has to call me a dozen times for dinner before I respond. I am really trying to get into shape. I now walk all the way to the cab, cut down on junk food ( twice a day), and have reduced caffeine consumption to just 2 ltrs/day. I just don't want to fall sick and miss work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my work. It usually involves managing code written by other people (though I am not sure if I would classify them as people after seeing their code). I am a very dedicated person. I dream of debugging code and test cases, not Aishwarya Rai or Catherine Zeta Jones. I have a wonderful bunch of team mates. We share many common passions - procrastinating till the deadline, sucking up to the boss, and having a gala time all weekend by partying, sleeping and sleeping some more. I manage to blow a wad of cash in the weekend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of money, my dad feels that IT people are responsible for the increasing prices. Since we earn more, we can afford to pay more for less, driving up the prices. He feels they are evil, even though his kid belongs to this unique species. &lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly disagree with the prices thing, but not to his face. You see, I am not supposed to agree with my father. Ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am job hopping this month, as the other company is offering an extra 1k a month. Not that I need the money. But someone else might end up snapping the post (and the extra cash), so I decided to pick it up. The fact that the other office has more number of single women was also in favor of the other company. This is because of my total lack of dating life. There is something about being an IT professional that repels girls like mortien with mosquitoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, I belong to a very unique species of creatures of modern India. I prefer jet setting all over the world, talk in dollars and dinars, eat pizza and coke, and still come back home to a simple dinner cooked by mom. I understand that I am full of contradictions. But then, why shouldn't I be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BTW, the wh0l3 po5t is in English for the no0bs and n0n-IT muggl3s, 4nd no7 1n l33t. C0de on f0lk5, and may th3 s0urc3 b3 w1th y0u.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This thing is added later after some friends asked me about some details. THIS PIECE IS FICTION. It doesn't actually reflect life..]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-114314014214207389?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/114314014214207389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=114314014214207389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/114314014214207389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/114314014214207389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2006/03/chronicles-of-indian-softw_114314014214207389.html' title='Chronicles of an Indian Software Professional (ISP)'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-114277246205405773</id><published>2006-03-19T18:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:17:42.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why write such testimonials?</title><content type='html'>I know.. It has been a long time since I have blogged. But, I just couldn't stop when I went to &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com"&gt;orkut&lt;/a&gt; today.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do most people write such "loser" testimonials? When you write about some "ABC", it usually starts as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do I say about ABC? (or) Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what to say, please stop there. Why make an attempt and write really dumb stuff. Start somewhere for heavens sake. Just don't write out what you are thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every alternate person in orkut is defined as crazy. They can't stop being funny, and are always the greatest people on earth. They are always helpful. They are sweet. They are colorful. Even the one testimonial that I managed to coax out of a friend about me is like that. I really hope that this utopian state can be reached some time on planet earth (we can leave the "crazy" part out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better stop myself before I go overboard..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-114277246205405773?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/114277246205405773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=114277246205405773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/114277246205405773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/114277246205405773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-write-such-testimonials.html' title='Why write such testimonials?'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-113475487398129151</id><published>2005-12-16T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:11:14.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A ray of hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:#f22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was happy. There was finally some hope in the end of a long dark tunnel. Her children would eat well from tomorrow. There is a chance that they might even get to go to school, and become someone important. Her spirits were high. Her husband, a bulldozer driver, will get some work from tomorrow. She silently thanked the gods for all the new demolition work on the Cooum bank and the extra people needed to do it. In any case, there would be food in the plate tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-113475487398129151?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/113475487398129151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=113475487398129151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/113475487398129151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/113475487398129151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/12/ray-of-hope.html' title='A ray of hope'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-113466694168766319</id><published>2005-12-15T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:45:41.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Down the drain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:#583;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his dream. He had put in a lot of effort to realize it. He had pledged every material possession he had, taken a loan and borrowed some more. It was his own house. It was small, lovely and at the wrong place. He had been sold the land saying that all the documents were in order. And now, the government order to clear encroachments around the Cooum river endangered his house. Cooum in the outlet for sewage in Chennai. There was nothing he could do. His dreams were going down the drain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-113466694168766319?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/113466694168766319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=113466694168766319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/113466694168766319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/113466694168766319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/12/down-drain.html' title='Down the drain'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-113052189106699334</id><published>2005-11-04T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:36:33.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny poem @ Railway counter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:brown"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since I made a post. But today, I saw something that I really, really had to post. This thing that I read was funny. First, let me give you people an idea of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, at the Koramangala BDA complex waiting for cancelling my ticket to Chennai Express on Sunday. I was in a really irritated mood, since I had been standing for nearly 5 hours. First, from 12.30 to 2 I was at the Electronics City reservation counter, where the guy promptly closed at 2 pm &lt;i&gt;(I would love to see if he opens the counter precisely at 8am, and yeah, I know I am whining)&lt;/i&gt;. Then, I was standing in the BDA complex, again in a long queue. I saw this poem neatly framed on one of the pillars inside the room having the counters. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Read at your own caution. No damages can be claimed if you hurt yourself laughing. Posted as accurately as possible.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment Ur in &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tension&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;U will lose Ur &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Attention&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Then U r in &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Total Confusion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And you will spoil personal &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Relation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, you won't get &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Co-operation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Then u will make things &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Complication&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Then Ur BP may also rise, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caution&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And you may have to take &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Medication&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And try to think about &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solution&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Instead understand the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It is only for Ur &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prevention&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;If u understand my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Intention&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You will never come again to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tension&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I couldn't stop laughing for some time. Not many people care to read notices. People write some weird stuff, like this notice that I found th eother day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People should not seat the first floor after 6 pm.. By Order xxxx.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That is some statement folks.. I am not saying that I am perfect. I know I am not, but people need to read what they are writing before they put it up in public places. Well, I am off for a holiday for a week at Chennai (&lt;i&gt;come tide or high water, which the case in Chennai now =))&lt;/i&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-113052189106699334?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/113052189106699334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=113052189106699334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/113052189106699334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/113052189106699334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-poem-railway-counter.html' title='Funny poem @ Railway counter'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112751083828905363</id><published>2005-09-24T02:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-24T02:57:18.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Common Cold &amp; its cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:brown"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the symptoms of the &lt;b&gt;common cold&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;* Runny nose&lt;br /&gt;* Nasal Congestion&lt;br /&gt;* Sneezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry starts out like some medical journal. I am telling you all this because I am suffering from all of them, to a certain degree. Actually, I have been suffering from cold for the past few days. There is an adage "Feed the fever, starve the cold".  However, I am having bouts of fever too.. so do I hog on food, or do I starve myself? Modifying Shakespeare a bit, "To eat or not to eat, that is the question". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment on &lt;a href="http://www.perl.org"&gt;Perl&lt;/a&gt; is killing me. Every time I come up with a solution, Gurmeet or &lt;a href="http://sids.in"&gt;Sids&lt;/a&gt; keep plugging holes into my algorithm. I have already re-coded it twice. But today was wonderful. I have managed to sleep nearly 13 hours in a single day. A normal person needs around 6-8 hours of sleep.. so does this make me doubly normal?? [lol]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to waste one more day of my life doing nothing. Isn't that amazing? There are so many people who waste time without realizing it. Atleast I realize that I am wasting time. Any way, after dinner, I was playing &lt;a href="http://www.frisbee.com"&gt;frisbee&lt;/a&gt; with the guys in the grass. Some how, I didn't feel like going back to the room. I have already deviated a lot from the actual topic of the blog.. my common cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this quote that I found in &lt;b&gt;Erich Segal's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0553278118?v=glance"&gt;Doctors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; where the dean comments that he hopes that he can turn out some good doctors, cure some diseases and maybe, even find a cure for the &lt;a href="http://commoncoldcure.com/"&gt;common cold&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112751083828905363?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112751083828905363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112751083828905363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112751083828905363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112751083828905363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/09/common-cold-its-cure.html' title='Common Cold &amp; its cure'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112665039715868000</id><published>2005-09-14T03:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:56:37.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gotta watch what I type ! @#!$##</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:brown"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.freedom-to-tinker.com/?p=893"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;. If such things really come out, I am going to stop typing. Already, my passwords give pretty good insights into what I think and what I do. If such tech. actually start working with high accuracy, we might as well give take of the traditional security techniques using passwords and dump them in the bottom of the 'C'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop reading &lt;a href="http://slashdot.org"&gt;./&lt;/a&gt; , it is making me paranoid &lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112665039715868000?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112665039715868000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112665039715868000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112665039715868000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112665039715868000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/09/gotta-watch-what-i-type.html' title='Gotta watch what I type ! @#!$##'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112629868126491855</id><published>2005-09-10T02:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:14:41.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Clear as mud! These M$ guys are crazy</title><content type='html'>This article that I found must be the joke of the year. I don't know who played this joke on the M$ hiring guy... and if these guys had any sense at all, they wouldn't have gone on to offer a job to &lt;a href="www.catb.org/~esr/"&gt;Eric S Raymond&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Clear as mud! These M$ guys are crazy!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://esr.ibiblio.org/index.php?p=208"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the blog by ESR on the mail and his reply. AFAIK, this is the joke of the year (atleast till now). &lt;u&gt;The joke on Micro$oft HR guys was in real poor spirit&lt;/u&gt;. I do feel sorry for them, and I am not a Micro$oft basher. But they must have done some background check before they offer jobs. Hope the lesson is drilled into them the next time around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112629868126491855?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112629868126491855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112629868126491855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112629868126491855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112629868126491855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/09/clear-as-mud-these-m-guys-are-crazy.html' title='Clear as mud! These M$ guys are crazy'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112551742253482541</id><published>2005-09-01T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:13:42.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vows and wows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this post on making and keeping &lt;a href="http://jikku.blogspot.com/2005/08/quick-tale-60.html"&gt;vows&lt;/a&gt;. This story made me say, "Wow, I never thought of this". I had made one vow to myself saying that I would blog as frequently &lt;i&gt;(read everyday)&lt;/i&gt; as possible. But then, I did not blog for nearly a month. I find this blog to be a really good emotional outlet and writing an entry always leaves me feeling better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel that a blog is &lt;a href="http://www.businessblogconsulting.com/dangers_of_blogging/"&gt;not the place&lt;/a&gt; to bare your inner most secrets and leave it for the world to read. It could land a person  in some serious trouble. I feel good about myself &lt;b&gt;[:)]&lt;/b&gt;, cos this is my second entry for the day (my day goes on till 3 in the morning). I hope to keep my vows and wow you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112551742253482541?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112551742253482541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112551742253482541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112551742253482541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112551742253482541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/09/vows-and-wows.html' title='Vows and wows'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112546952273140225</id><published>2005-08-31T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:55:22.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ah.. Long time no post</title><content type='html'>Life was wonderful. That was my previous starting. I end up typing a whole blog entry, and then, do something stupid and screw it up. Now, I have to start all over again :(. Except for the strategy classes, life is still wonderful. My hate-this-phrase now reads as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "So what?"&lt;br /&gt;2. "So what?"&lt;br /&gt;3. "So what?"&lt;br /&gt;4. "So what?"&lt;br /&gt;5. "So what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That basically sums it up. This TA thing is also getting pretty weird. But a seperate post about that later. It has been a long time since I posted. Good to be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112546952273140225?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112546952273140225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112546952273140225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112546952273140225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112546952273140225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/08/ah-long-time-no-post_31.html' title='Ah.. Long time no post'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112309410562803415</id><published>2005-08-03T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:05:05.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a blur, as usual &lt;b&gt;[:))]&lt;/b&gt;. I managed to go to sleep at 5 in the morning. The worst thing that can happen is being disturbed when you manage to go to sleep after suffering from &lt;i&gt;"partial insomnia"&lt;/i&gt;. First, dad called up, then a friend wanted to borrow a book, and finally, my team mates kept messaging me for a team discussion. What a night (nope, a day actually)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to college, slog all morning for a class in the evening with a paper in which I don't understand much. At 3, guys told me that we are going to have a placement meeting. Everyone was having real fun as the class was supposed to be cancelled. We go to class to find that prof is not coming and we have a &lt;b&gt;surprise quiz&lt;/b&gt;. What a day? &lt;b&gt;[:((]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bright part of the day is that Prof Dinesha called me to tell me that I have been chosen as a teaching assistant for Principles of Programming Languages course. Wow, $$$ and some good work experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am stuck with my management assignment team discussion. I still don't understand. What am I going to do with these courses? &lt;b&gt;The truth is that I will realize that these courses help me in the long run, but they are just a pain in the neck now.&lt;/b&gt; My conscience speak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112309410562803415?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112309410562803415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112309410562803415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112309410562803415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112309410562803415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing??'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112300485737917068</id><published>2005-08-02T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:17:37.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back 2 class</title><content type='html'>Tis been a long and boring wait!! Classes have finally began. I had my first class on adv Databases today. Class was wonderful. No more boredom. The juniors have also arrived. Let's see how things develop.. will keep posting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112300485737917068?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112300485737917068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112300485737917068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112300485737917068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112300485737917068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-2-class.html' title='Back 2 class'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112141037229465511</id><published>2005-07-15T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:31:56.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Casa Piccola @ Koramangala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was wonderful. We went out the whole day and had some major 'phun'. The day started with Sids banging on my door to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sids: Wake up. Monty has gone to buy tickets at PVR&lt;br /&gt;Me  : hmmm [read it like a grunt of a guy who hasn't woken up yet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bang, bang, bang. Sids persists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Wait a minute. I will be out.&lt;br /&gt;I go out and he tells me that we will be leaving in an hour, and I wasn't even fully awake (all this at around 10.30 in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach PVR just in the nick of time. &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/reviews?cid=bd3f69aeb9e2f5d0&amp;fq=movie:+war+of+the+worlds"&gt;'War of the worlds'&lt;/a&gt; was a good movie. But the problem is, from Spielberg, we don't expect good. I expected a great movie. The movie seems to have borrowed visuals from other movies like Independence day, ET etc. The ending was not as powerful as expected. We knew the aliens were going to be vanquished, but couldn't it have been done a bit better. The movie also sparked a huge debate between Ashish and Karthik, with the others pitching in with their opinions. The movie was ok, just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry and ready to hog, we reached Casa Piccola at around 3. We managed to order something, but did not have a clue as to how it was going to be. To cut it short, lunch was a disaster. Either we picked all the wrong dishes in the menu, or the cook is not as good as the one at Casa Piccola, Residency Road. As it was my birthday treat (one long overdue), I walked out with a heavy stomach and a lighter wallet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk back to Forum where the bikes were parked did help with the heavy stomach atleast. There were plenty of birds to watch, an "ornithologist's" paradise. I liked one special bird at the Levi's showroom :)). We were delayed at the Levi's showroom as the pants given for alteration was not ready (thank god). The ride back in the rain was just the added bonus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the room. I started on the "Born in Fire" book with vengance, and managed to finish it by 2. Not bad at all. Why can't every day be like this?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112141037229465511?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112141037229465511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112141037229465511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112141037229465511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112141037229465511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/07/casa-piccola-koramangala.html' title='Casa Piccola @ Koramangala'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112048757447096190</id><published>2005-07-04T19:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:02:54.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Got Tagged (a long time ago)</title><content type='html'>Long long ago, so long ago that the guy who tagged me &lt;i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://sidscool.blospot.com"&gt;Sids&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; doesn't remember how long ago, I was tagged into this &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;q=define%3A+meme&amp;meta="&gt;meme&lt;/a&gt; about books I read. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number of books I own:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS! Whenever I go home, I have to clear a place in my room to sit down or take a nap. I heard that my mom managed to clear the mess my books made. I never bothered to count. But I did manage to get a lot of stuff like old volumes of Mahabaratha, Complete works of Shakespeare, O'Henry collection as an inheritance from my grandpa.. and I could never get enough of books. After coming to iiitb, I have to think of other basic needs like sustenance, so I have reduced the number of books that I buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last book I bought:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five point some one... a really cool book. There was something with those characters that I could actually identify with. We were off to birthday treat of Manas, and happened to go to Crossroads(?) by chance. The book is so great that it is still doing the rounds in the hostel (yeah, people actually read it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last book I read:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "Charmed" by Nora Roberts. It is sort of a lovey-dovey book. I can finish one of these books in a hour and a half (an added advantage). It is not serious, no great philosophy or thoughts thrown in. Basically a boy meets girl, they fall in love, are not ready to accept it and finally get married (happily ever after ending). The book is a change from the regular stuff like sci-fi, philosophy and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five books that mean a lot to me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Godfather by Mario Puzo [my personal bible in life, when in doubt, read the Godfather]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho [love that book]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mahabaratha [never read the Sanskrit version, but one of the best political books written]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love Story by Erich Seagal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who moved my Cheese? by Dr. Spencer Johnson [not that I am into self-help books, just that I like this particular one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I decided not to mention my obsession with Star Wars, space and time travel and Space Odysseys series, 'cos it is considered unhealty [;)]. People just don't realize that what is impossible is just something that we can't imagine. Possiblities are as far as we can stretch our mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112048757447096190?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112048757447096190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112048757447096190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112048757447096190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112048757447096190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/07/got-tagged-long-time-ago.html' title='Got Tagged (a long time ago)'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-112048481607842838</id><published>2005-07-04T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:19:48.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free for lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert21046420050704.gif" width=400 height=142&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color:blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilbert's creators have been kind enough to give him his wish... but what about me? &lt;b&gt;Hey, I am free for lunch too... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-112048481607842838?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/112048481607842838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=112048481607842838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112048481607842838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/112048481607842838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/07/free-for-lunch.html' title='Free for lunch'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-111979567947659100</id><published>2005-06-27T08:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:51:19.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wa(l)king dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday! The day that we all look forward to. I personally don't like Sundays, 'cos Mondays are just around the corner. But this Sunday was special. No classes on Monday, less assignment pressure than usual and the fact that I just managed to get hold of 4 movies. Life can not get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to &lt;b&gt;sleep at 5.30&lt;/b&gt; today morning after watching 2 &lt;i&gt;(or was it 3)&lt;/i&gt; movies continuously. I personally never get tired of all this sentimental and action crap that the moviewalas continuously feed us. The best ones are the "love stories". I am one of those people whose entire love life that can fit on one side of a very small grain of knife. It is nice to find that there are other people around the world who find love, and live happily ever after &lt;i&gt;(I wonder why the divorce rates are so high!?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to hit the sack when I couldn't keep my eyelids from coming into close contact. Suddenly, &lt;a href="http://sidscool.blogspot.com"&gt;Sids&lt;/a&gt; is banging at my door, 'cos it is 1.30 pm and high time that we go for lunch. Lunch at Pavitra was great. After the 25 paise episode &lt;i&gt;(I think Sids has an account of it in his blog)&lt;/i&gt;, the service was great. Back to the room, watch another movie, grab a shower, and then off to the volleyball court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here I am, banging my poor keyboard to smithreens, thinking of what to blog today, and writing a really long post. &lt;b&gt;The day passed like a dream, and a nice one at that. Life doesn't get better than this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-111979567947659100?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/111979567947659100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=111979567947659100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111979567947659100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111979567947659100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/06/walking-dreams.html' title='Wa(l)king dreams'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-111971652670516920</id><published>2005-06-25T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:54:00.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nerd level</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=4798" alt="I am nerdier than 99% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was such a "gone" case. Wow, am I a god or what?? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-111971652670516920?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/111971652670516920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=111971652670516920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111971652670516920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111971652670516920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/06/nerd-level.html' title='Nerd level'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-111942330781917589</id><published>2005-06-22T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:25:07.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A ride back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color:blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have written this post yesterday. Guess I was so tired that I put it off till today. I am back in Chennai. Good ol' Chennai, the land of 3 climates: &lt;i&gt;hot, hotter, hottest&lt;/i&gt; [not an original quote, heard from many people describing Chennai :)) ].After the end of finance exam, it felt great to get out of college. There is nothing better than being at home, having so much time to do nothing, and being constantly pampered. But this whole post is not about Chennai at all. It is about the ride back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasanth, Badri and I left iiit-b at around 7.15. After escaping from a few &lt;b&gt;death traps&lt;/b&gt; (those private bus operators between Bangalore and Hosur), we managed to get a nice and comfy ride. Meenakshi Bhavan at Hosur had some nice masala dosas and chola pooris for us to polish off. We reached the bus stand at around 9 and lo! and behold there was a decent looking bus from Hosur to Chennai. The seats looked comfortable and we thought we might just survive the ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warning to all those of you who want to grow tall. Consider the fact that you will be taller than the average Indian, and have your head bumping constantly in the roof of every bus, or auto that you ride. Consider the fact that even seats are not made to fit you in. And consider the fact that you might some be forced to go in a bus and fit your long legs in a very small place. I hope I have managed to scare atleast some of you from growing tall. Life is difficult (though the guys in the volleyball court think otherwise ;) ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats were pretty comfortable, atleast to the other two guys. &lt;i&gt;I really have to thank Vasanth,&lt;/i&gt; 'cos he took care of my laptop and gave me some space to stretch my legs. The bus ride can be summed up in two words - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"bone rattling"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I never knew that I had so many bones in my body that could rattle like that. I felt like people riding a bicycle [or whatever it was called] before an inflated wheel was invented. We were tired, and the rattling did help you to go to sleep, once you were beyond the brink of exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus managed to come into Chennai at unholy hours [4.30 in the morning is a time that most folks wouldn't mind commuting]. Thanks to late night service of the ever-dependable MTC, I am back home. And in one piece! The post is pretty long. I guess I should stop now, and hold my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-111942330781917589?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/111942330781917589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=111942330781917589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111942330781917589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111942330781917589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/06/ride-back-home.html' title='A ride back home'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-111910960629813655</id><published>2005-06-18T21:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:16:46.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bang, crash and a creamy cake!</title><content type='html'>I may be a little late in writing this, but it is not every day that a person gets lifted by a bunch of people (!!!) and kicked till he starts howling, and then let down to be wished "Happy Birthday". For the uninitiated, welcome to the world of colleges and birthday bums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday wasn't my birthday. It was a long time ago (end of may). But my buddies just decided that they wanted to kick me. So, one of them goes and gets a cake. Another suckers me to walk all the way to college telling that we are having "bums" for one of my seniors who just landed a job in Google. And guess what, I drag that poor guy all the way to the college, only to find that I am the &lt;b&gt;"Bakra for the Day"&lt;/b&gt;. It just aint fair. I lost count of the number of kicks after the first dozen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;"best part of the night"&lt;/b&gt; was the cake. I am not sure how it tasted. I managed to get a small piece into my mouth before the guys tore it to pieces and stuffed all the cream on my face. I got more cake on me than inside me. Then came the &lt;b&gt;"worst part of the night"&lt;/b&gt;, I had to take a bath at around 1 in the night. Lucky me, the college has hot water running 24 hours. I go back to the room and find that my t-shirt &lt;i&gt;(the orange one with &lt;a href="http://www.iiitb.ac.in"&gt;iiit-b&lt;/a&gt; logo and &lt;b&gt;let's log out&lt;/b&gt; on it)&lt;/i&gt; covered with cream. And then, I find that I had forgotten to go to the shop to buy some soap. Lightning struck at the same place twice. It was one thirty by the time I finished cleaning myself and my t-shirt. A wonderful night. The problem was that I was on the receiving end of the cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-111910960629813655?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/111910960629813655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=111910960629813655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111910960629813655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111910960629813655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/06/bang-crash-and-creamy-cake.html' title='Bang, crash and a creamy cake!'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13484980.post-111889912043866146</id><published>2005-06-16T10:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:26:04.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it right to hit back?</title><content type='html'>I just came across this post at &lt;a href="http://whurleyvision.blogspot.com/2005/06/self-defending-networks-aggressive.html"&gt;whurleyvision&lt;/a&gt; about networks that can not just monitor threats posed to them, but actively respond with countermeasures. Sounds like a very interesting idea. There is a project called &lt;a href="http://www.opensims.org"&gt;OpenSIMS&lt;/a&gt; that is currently working on it. But is it right to hit back at a network threatening you? What are its future implications in Information Warfare? A pity that I could not read the whole article on newscientist written by William Hurley...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13484980-111889912043866146?l=narvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/feeds/111889912043866146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13484980&amp;postID=111889912043866146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111889912043866146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13484980/posts/default/111889912043866146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narvi.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-it-right-to-hit-back.html' title='Is it right to hit back?'/><author><name>Arvind N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00373997461445296048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
