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I don't think I will ever be able to narrate school stories quite as well. Must see. Must read. http://schooldresshomedress.blogspot.com/

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The number system consists of the set of real numbers and complex numbers. Complex numbers are imaginary in nature. The real number set however, consists of rational and irrational numbers. This pattern is observable in nearly everything in the universe. The pattern I am referring to is the presence of something that is undefinable, incomplete in a sense and yet, definite, relevant, real and

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On my way to buy a book, the driver of the auto I was travelling in decided he had to explain to me his business plan. And so he went into the details of how his daily wages were earned. The amount he managed to make in a day. And a further breakdown based on time of day. It was further categorized based on the seasons. Their vagaries and their schedule. Then categorized by various festivals.

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The poem I love the most. Read by men whose games stand out for their skill, artistry, power and sheer brilliance. And more importantly, men who handle defeat and victory with equal grace and dignity.

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I never was a big fan of mathematics. It was always a subject to be learnt just for the exam. It was only over the last three years that I have begun to see its application. Even then, my interest was very mild. However, over the last few months I have been reading articles on interesting apps (using math) written by interesting people. And yes. I am seriously trying to revise my fundaes (which

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Shafqat Amanat Ali Khan. Fuzon.

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Another in my favourite song series. Mohit Chauhan. Silk Route.

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The technology involved in making anything invisible is so infinitely complex that nine hundred and ninety nine billion, nine hundred and ninety nine million, nine hundred and ninety nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine times out of a trillion it is much simpler and more effective just to take the thing away and do without it.The Somebody Else's Problem field is much simpler and more

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Went by Sleeper Coach BusRoadside BhelpuriPaav Bhaaji at Sardar'sPineapple juice at Haji Ali (mindnumbing prices)Ice Gola at ChowpattyA walk on Marine DriveRevisited the Boot House (in Malabar Hills)A picnic at Elephanta (did not get to meet my old friends, the monkeys)Appreciated the magnificience of the Taj in person (although I got the same view that NDTV, Headlines Today, Times Now and CNN

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I also came across this square matrix of a poem. Thanks to this slightly crazy blogger for sharing it. :P . Interesting idea. And awesome execution. And we can connect thermodynamics, computer science and black holes using the Bekenstein Bound. Sometimes, stuff is just crazy. The different means of finishing off Life, the Universe and Everything Else. How about Eternal Intelligence? I think it is

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The author of this blog loves to refer to himself in the third person. He supposedly gets an absolute kick out of it (NOT in the backside, he adds). Sometimes, the author of this blog is just plain crazy.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The author is undergoing training in certain technologies for certain purposes (that is

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On a slightly happier note, I like this song too. ;)He is like a kid when he is performing. Like he didn't bother to 'grow' up. :)The next video is of the same song. Used in the movie 'Good Morning Vietnam'. A little satire is intended, I guess.

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This is one of my favourite songs. All time. For a more intriguing arrangement, check out the original album version (with Anoushka Shankar on Sitar) here. Just awesome.Let me watch by the fire and remember my daysAnd it may be a trick of the firelight But the flickering pages that trouble my sightIs a book I'm afraid to write.It's the book of my days, it's the book of my lifeAnd it's cut like a

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Any mass is made up of matter. Right? Anything can be considered as matter. Metals, rocks, sand, trees, enzymes. What is matter made up of? Essentially, molecules. What are molecules? Combinations of atoms. What are atoms? They are the building blocks of matter. They were considered to be the basic unit. Till they were broken. So now, atoms are made up of protons (+vely charged), electrons (-vely

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Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.- Calvin         For some other brilliant lines, go here.To Bill Watterson. 

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The Indian voter kicks ass!We now bring news to you. A little later than TV but before tomorrow's Hindu.Singh is king for another five years, or so sings NDTV. The NDA will 'think' for another five years, along with the other fronts.And I laugh at my stupidity. I thought the 3rd and 4th fronts would get a say. Ha!Some sad news. Was hoping Congress would lose the state elections. What a pity.

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Hit me on the head with a sledgehammer if I ever offer to babysit kids aged anywhere between 6 and 16 (to be on the safe side).In other news, I was wondering why I laughed after reading this (the pj's). Dayumn. :I

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They are all trying to get to the Centre (bad jokes, you will have to live with them).My 2p on the political scene.The elections are nearly over. The media will now go gaga over the 'billion votes' that no other country in the world can cast (I am told it has something to do with population, birth control (or the lack thereof) and the fact that we are a democracy).Political systems (yes, that's

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I'm putting NED for a little while.Another funda,Einmal ist keinmal.P.S. : May we have the grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, courage to change the things that should be changed, and the wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.Liked the prayer. Its history is to be found here.

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Sister MoonWill be my guideIn your blue, blue shadowsI would hideAll good peopleAre asleep tonightI'm all by myselfIn your silver lightI would gazeAt your faceThe whole night throughI'd go out of my mind but for youI'd go out of my mind but for you.Lying inA mother's armsThe primal rootOf a woman's charmsI'm a stranger to the sunMy eyes are too weakHow cold is her heartWhen it is warmth that it

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Jobless as usual. So, another post.An act of kindness from an absolute stranger. That too an officer of a public sector organization. And a job completed in around three hours and just two trips! What is the world coming to?!!In other news, the administration in my college, as most fellow students will concede, is the absolute worst. I mean worse than all the nonsense you get at a government

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Every single lab viva follows the same pattern:And this is how to complete your abstract:I would love to keep to the left of this chart and switch later to the toppish right:P.S. : Sanjay and Praveen will know that it takes less than ten minutes to prepare an abstract. The trick is to use your prof's old one! :D

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Have you ever wondered why we always represent infinity as '8' in repose?I now present to you, dear reader, the Mobius Strip.Take a strip of paper. Preferably rectangular. With l>>b. Like say, a ribbon. Now, give it a half twist. Merge the two ends perfectly. With glue.What you now have is an endless loop. Verily, infinty.For interesting things to do with your mobius strip, go here. The one I

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Quote of the day:"It tastes a lot like biryani." - UK, after ordering a plate of biryani. :DNote to self: It is unwise to roam in the sun after sleeping for just 3 of the last 30 hours.

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You got to learn how to fallBefore you learn to flyAnd mama, mama, it ain't no lieBefore you learn to flyLearn how to fallYou got to drift in the breezeBefore you set your sailsIts an occupation where the wind prevailsBefore you set your sailsDrift in the breezeOh and it's the same old storyEver since the world beganEverybody got the runs for gloryNobody stop and scrutinize the planNobody stop

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The deed is done.

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And for one last time, I will scrawl across an answer booklet provided by JNTU. This is the close.

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Confronted by a question paper, my vocabulary tends to desert me. My answers (when I do know what I am writing) tend to be short and to the point. Although you might think I am bragging, I call it a disastrous state of affairs.You see, I need to be able to write long answers about absolutely nothing. When you are given a paper consisting of eight questions and you are required to answer any five

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I was absolutely jobless a few days back. And so I picked up What Ho! The Best of PG Wodehouse. And chanced upon this piece (you have to read it for a few pages).I can safely assume it takes a lot more than sitting at a typewriter and cursing a bit to come up with that. It is the single most awesome piece of continuous laugh-out-loud humour I have ever read.Gyawd vonly! The man's sheer genius.Was

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I love image processing. And I just added a new tool to my kitty. Still early days. Still perfecting the technique. But the results are instantaneous and remarkable. Welcome to the world of  Tone Mapping.The original image. (Selected for ease of depiction. A pic taken during my Shaastra '08 trip.)The Final image."I'm loving it!".The difference, dear reader, is in the details. The lower image

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Dance like no one's watching.

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Now I am a BIG Dravid fan. And he has shown the opposite to be true this past one week. But I couldn't help laughing when I spotted this one. Am still trying to find the blog where I saw this. Will update the post with the credits soon. ROTFL :DNote: Click on the image for a better view.

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On a lighter note, I also happened to notice that a pessimist alone could have written the three Laws of Robotics. I mean, seriously! Look at them!A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.A robot must protect its own existence as long

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This is a mildly technical post. I considered studying for my end sem exams and settled on Industrial Robotics as a good jump off point. I decided to study the applications of robotics and came across a point which suggested that robots could serve as postmen or clerks in an office or even as manservants. It got me thinking. Now, anyone who has seen I, Robot, the movie, has seen this concept

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A continuation on the theme of food. My father once told me this story.Long long ago, so long ago, I don't know how long ago (ok, I couldn't resist that), there lived a king. He ruled over the region that is now referred to as Tamizh Naad. He loved hunting. And so, one fine day, he went hunting. After a successful but tiring hunt, he returned from the forests, exhausted and hungry. He summoned

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I am a remarkably thin chap. And yet, I love food. Not necessarily all the time. And not in the eat-as-much-as-you-can way. I love the idea of food. Let me explain. I love to read descriptions of food (Have you ever read a really good cookbook (mostly for lack of anything else to read)?). When I happen to eat a dish, I like to have a general idea of how it's made. Boiled? Fried? Microwaved? I

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On my way back from college recently, I was in a seven (no, thirteen) seater, again. A group of four men, masons, were co-passengers. And just like any talkative, outgoing lot, they couldn't help holding a conversation with the two of us. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was travelling with my friend, V.B.Now, B. had voted. He had the scars (Mysore ink) to prove it. And one of the men noticed it.

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So what do you do on the day you end your final year project?You go home. Get dressed (not that you weren't before). And hunt for a decent buffet. The problem with buffets in Hyderabad these days is they seem to start at unearthly hours. The buffet begins at around 11:00 pm. You fill yourself upto your neck to justify the cost. Crash at a friend's place overnight (Try roaming the streets late in

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Each lecturer has his (her) own quirks. Sometimes, they are physical characteristics like walking styles, scratching nonexistent beards, wearing coats while teaching (in sweltering Hyderabad, at that) and other varied tics. And at times, their language boggles. Some of the many recurring dialogues that I can recall from the last four years (without a hint of malice).Engineering Physics (he, of

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The other day, I happened to take a seven seater from ECIL (it turned out to be a thirteen seater, but that's a story for another day) to college. A batchmate from the ECM branch (Electronics and Computers, for the uninitiated) was seated next to me. He had a copy of his project report on his lap and I couldn't help notice a large symbol of a factory with smoke out of its chimneys and various

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Final year, second sem implies one thing and one thing only. Project work. The work of some of my senior batches is part of a permanent display in the labs. My fertile imagination, on percieving these in my very first trip to the labs, conjured images of me working in overalls, dripping in honest sweat, on a cross between the Pushpaka Vimanam and the Airbus 380. The daydreams, for that is what

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Everybody refers to strolling down "Memory Lane". What does your imagination bring to your mind's eye? How do you think it would look? Cubbon Park? Necklace Road, perhaps? Or Mount Road? My imagination conjures a mixture of these lamp posts (well lit, mind you) on either side of a deserted version of this street at evening. And perhaps a bench, to accomodate conversations. My memories range from

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Mr. D is a moderately tall man. He wears spectacles. Sports a moustache. And teaches programming. He is dour. He lectured (in my first year of engineering) on the intricacies of C. "Hello World". You get the drift. He seemed to lack a certain joie de vivre (thanks, Plum). He tended to speak in a monotone and had a singular expression, like a neurosurgeon attending a seminar on "Computations of

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