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Feel So Low

So see how long I can last
You can pretend that I don’t exist for you
And I can laugh about it now
But I hated every minute
I was waiting for your email
And each day that you forgot to call
Just made me feel so low
So low

Christmas 1998
I tried to call
I just couldn’t wait
And your message was out of date
So I left my voice on your machine
But you did not respond
OK OK OK you’ve won
You make me feel so low
So low


A song that moved me very much.

Porcupine Tree – Lightbulb Sun – Feel So Low

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Engineer vs. Mathematician

A thought-provoking short story narrated by my professor in class:

An engineer and a mathematician were asked a question:
“Given a stove, lighter, water and an empty vessel, how would you make hot water?

Both, the engineer and the mathematician gave the same answer:

  1. Fill the vessel with water
  2. Light the stove
  3. Place the vessel on the stove and allow it to heat.

Now the question was slightly twisted:
“The stove is already lighted and the vessel already contains water. Now, how would you make hot water?

The engineer answered, “This is dumb. Just place the vessel on the stove and allow it to heat.”

The mathematician answered:

  1. Empty the vessel by pouring the water out.
  2. Switch off the stove.
  3. Now the problem is reduced to a sub-problem, the solution to which was previously calculated.

Now, are you an engineer or a mathematician ???

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retrospects

மனிதர்கள் சிலநேரம் நிறம் மாறலாம்
மனங்களும் அவர் குணங்களும் தடம் மாறலாம்

இலக்கணம் சில நேரம் பிழை ஆகலாம்
எழுதிய அன்பு இலக்கியம் தவறாகலாம்

விரல்களைத் தாண்டி வளர்ந்ததைக் கண்டு
நகங்களை நாமும் நறுக்குவதுண்டு

இதில் என்ன பாவம்
எதற்கிந்த சோகம்

கிளியே …

Heard the song “நலம் வாழ எந்நாளும்” while travelling in a bus… The above lines are excerpts from the lyrics of that song. And the lines just made me sit back and think….

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google teaches you recursion

Ever tried to search for the term “recursion” in Google Search??? Well, it is worth a try !!

When you search for a term having a typographical error, Google intelligently asks you, “Did you mean: … “. But on searching for “recursion“, Google asks you back, “Did you mean:recursion”, even though you’d have typed the correct spelling.

Google is really intelligent. It not only gives us links on recursion … It literally teaches us what recursion is !!!

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cricket and internet – a comparison

Sounds weird? Probably. I was thinking about cricket. Then my mind forayed into various aspects of internet, God knows why!. And when both these threads of thoughts got entwined in my little brain, I got a new theory. This weird comparison.

There were these olden times, when the red kookaburra balls bounced off the ground for five days before they went to rest. Yes, the test matches, which put the batsmanship and the bowling skills to grueling tests. Cricket lovers had to wait five long days to find out which team won. But it had its own charm. Grab a cup of coffee. Sit down. Watch the match. Repeat the previous steps for five days.

And there was this new technology, called email, which made the normal form of mails to be aptly nicknamed as snail-mails. Fascinating it was. Very fast. Extremely convenient. Easy to convey your feelings. But then the wait for a response  was sometimes annoying. And soon came another trend – personal websites. It took quite some time to create them, and much more time to publicize.

But then, in this fast-paced world, one cannot spend five days watching batsmen playing just too many defensive shots, scoring at under 4 per over. The focus shifted to ODIs. Just one full day. We get to know the results after just 100 overs. Interesting. And more innovation. The ground has become colourful. Teams were recognized by the colour they wear. “Men in blue”. “Men with the black caps”… More following. More money. A single packet of popcorn. But the ball turned white .. !

And then people thought. “I remember there was one guy sitting in the farthest corner of the classroom, when I was in fifth. I guess what his name was…”. A sudden sense of bonding develops between these two persons, who apparently might be in two corners of the world right now. emails are good. But not good enough. Thus came social networking. Orkut. Facebook. Hi5… Find friends. Sometimes it gets so weird that the websites help us to find our long-forgotten friends. But yes, this was much faster. Response time was lesser. And along with it emerged the blogging fashion. A few hundred words helped people to give vent to all their feelings. Quick and efficient. And the whole world was there to read it. But, privacy was hugely compromised .. !

And now to the present. People have only enough time to manage a short movie during office breaks. How can we afford to spend a whole day to watch cricket, where people just hit at about 6 an over with the ball occasionally going over the fence. Cricket got further shortened… From mega to mini to micro. 40 overs. A little above three hours. Fireworks all around. Fiery hitting. Music, Drums and Cheerleaders. A perfect commercial movie. Or a sitcom. No more time to have a full packet of popcorn. Just grab a bite, a glance at the television and off we go…

And no time to edit a blog either. Now we have twitter. After extensive research, someone has discovered that 160 characters [160 - the length of an sms too. twitter offers 140] are more than sufficient to express our feelings to this world. And along with it came all these short forms too… LOL, OMG, ROFLMAO, IMO, G2G, NVM, TTYL… Txtng s gr8. Characters are precious. Cannot afford to waste. Affectionately called micro-blogging. “I had a cup of coffee this morning at 6 am, and guess what, I made it myself”. As if the world cares… Why should i write a whole blog trying to convey that I am sad? Just “:-(” is sufficient enough. So now, twitter rocks. Not because it is good, but because people do not have time to write long emails to friends or to sit and type blogs, and twitter has come to the rescue. And this can be very easy if you put your mobile phones to appropriate use too.

Time is nearing for cricket to be made a sitcom screened during the prime-time, competing with Himym and Heroes for viewership. And time is also nearing for single-character blogging. A – I just woke up. B – I had coffee. H – I am happy. L – I love u.

Test matches have almost become vintage classics. So do emails and personal websites. Sorry, we just do not have time…

In this age of timelessness, if you really did read through this entire article of mine, you deserve special appreciation. Kudos.

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my first b’day cake

My first ever Birthday Cake !!!

And what a nice way to celebrate !! In Bangalore, terrace of Goldman Sachs office building, after sunset. How better could it have been !

“Haven’t you ever cut a birthday cake before??” – Nope. Am a first timer. And probably a long wait for a party like this !

It was a quite unexpected party thrown in by friends, fellow interns and seniors. And special thanks for all, for having wisely decided against giving me bumps.

And the chocolate cake – it was really awesome !!!

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blog number 50

This is the 50th article I am posting under SOLILOQUY. And I consider it to be a great milestone for the blogger in me. And this special article is going to be a blog about blogging, and then about Soliloquy in particular…

The formal definition considers a blog to be an ongoing chronicle of information. But today the concept of blogging has taken a different meaning. A blog has become a replica of the thoughts and emotions of the author. A beautiful imagery formed using the threads of thought that conjure up our minds and painted using the words from a common language. It showcases the character of the blogger. What Wordsworth gave as the definition of poetry can now be aptly used to define blogging – an overflow of emotions recollected in tranquillity.

Thoughts that form inside our mind always crave for an outlet. Happiness, sorrow, anger, frustration, ecstasy, joy…all these emotions look for a way to free themselves from the confines of the small but complex brain of ours. This is why we always look for someone to speak to, to share our feelings, to provide solace.

But there is one other way for the emotions to be let out – the written form. Why did the written form emerge in first place. Knowledge could have been passed on by word of mouth. Views could have been expressed by speech. But why has the world preferred the written form? Why was literature born? Shakespeare could have narrated his works to a group of people. Why pen them down?

The answer is very simple. the human memory has its limitations. It cannot retain for long and it cannot replicate  the input. Had Shakespeare’s works been transferred by word of mouth, we can be very sure that the Merchant of Venice would have been a very different story, and sonnets would have become couplets. This is exactly why most speeches are misinterpreted and most words are mistaken.

There have been many a times when we take a paper, scribble down our feelings and destroy the paper. Well, it is much better than screaming out loud. And yes, the present day blogs help most people in the same way-to let out their emotions, feelings, joy, sorrow, etc.

Most of us hate loneliness. We all long for someone to be with us, to listen to us, to share our thoughts, to care for us. We all long for such a friend in our lives. In modern times, our blogs are our friends. We spend time with our blogs. Our blogs help the world to connect to us, to know about us.

Soliloquy has been a friend of mine. I share all my thoughts with my blog. Be it my opinion about movies or music or my experiences and defining moments in my life – I share them all with my blog.

Blogging is a trend which is going to last for a really long time. And my blog will continue to be a dynamic image of mine – showing the world what exactly is going on in my life. And milestones are meant to be acheived and surpassed. Pleased with 50 and awaiting the next – 100…

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what’s in a name ??

Karthik being my name, I have often wondered what is in my name? It is a name that is very common and is also the name of Lord Muruga. But were they the reasons why my parents christened me Karthik? Or was there any other significance to my name? I asked my dad.

SANKAR – my dad’s name.
SHANTHI – my mom’s name.

The last three letters from both names, when concatenated, gives KARTHI. And thus my name was formed…a part of both my parents’ name!!! I own the last ‘K’ though, and hence own the name KARTHIK.

Nice concept na ?? Probably I must pass on the legacy too…

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exists… but does not exist…

My mathematics teacher at TIME coaching classes was explaining about ancient Indians and their knowledge and skill. He extolled about the Hindus, Jains and Buddhists, about their researches, philosophies and their knowledge about the meaning of life. 

Consider the following statements:

X exists.
X does not exist.

There are two states for X. Existence and non-existence. Now, the question is, 

Is there an excluded middle between the two states, i.e., is there an intermediate state ? Like, X exists but does not exist ???

Well, the research goes thus:

Consider you are sleeping.
In your dreams, you are chased by a tiger. You fear for life. You start running in order to escape.
Suddenly, you wake up from your sleep. You see no tiger. You are not running. You dont have any fear for life.

Now, we see that the tiger existed in dreams, but not in the awake state. It was real in dreams but unreal in reality. X (tiger) exists, but does not exist…

Why so much complexity ? Concept is very simple…

While we wake up every morning, we have a buffer time when we are awake, yet we are sleeping. We tend to live partly in our dreams.

One day, I experienced this. I had a nice dream. Suddenly, I woke up in order to go to class. I locked the room and went out. Apparently, my roommate was still sleeping inside the room. Conclusion : He did not feature in my dream, and I was dreaming when I was locking him inside. So, he did not exist, though he existed…

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if only i knew a bit of english

For the first time I was travelling long distance, out of Tamil Nadu. It was a long journey by train to New Delhi, to attend a training programme. And I don’t know Hindi. I had been of the opinion that since English is an universal language, I can manage without Hindi. But I was wrong.

I found it very difficult to order food. The caterer did not know English. I managed to ask him if he knew Tamil. Fortunately, he understood my question and answered in the negative. All that I had to say was that I did not want dinner. I avoided English because he did not know the universal language. I tried my luck with Hindi but in vain. Finally my co-passenger helped me out and did the translation.

The next time he came for taking orders, I knew it was going to be a tough time, if i do not ask for help. Somehow I managed to convey the message. At the end, the caterer murmured something in Hindi and left. I knew he was abusing me. My neighbour translated it for me … “if only this boy knew a bit of English…”

The icing on the cake is this fact: Another co-passenger was a Japanese girl. I tried to build a conversation with her. When asked why she was in India, she said that she was here to learn Hindi and was attending classes at Benaras. Now here is something I should be ashamed of….

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