Thanksgiving sale...

This is the Thanksgiving weekend. Loads of deals are gonna be out.

BUT......

either

1> one must have a car to go to the stores to buy products
2> have a lot of time so that the items bought through the web can arrive and lots of time to follow up the mail in rebates.

Unfortunately, this Thanksgiving I have none of these.

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VHDL assignment.....

2:15Am...feeling drowsy...but there is still so much more to code before the project deadline is reached at 4pm.

Most of my classmates are also awake in the neighbouring lab.

Before it was "Another day in the lab"...now it also is "Another night in the lab".

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Photos in an exhibiton !!!

:) this was the first time hopefully there will be many many more.

In our school the Phi Beta Delta association are holding a week long photograph exhibition. The asked for entries from international candidates. I submitted a few from which 3 were selected for the exhibition.

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VHDL late nights....

Come thursday and the late night sessions start. Its already 12:10am and I dont see any line of code yet in my .vhd file.

Still working on the diagrams. Well, guess if the design is great there wont be much problems in coding, well hope so............

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"What are those drawings on ur website?"

After seeing my newly renovated website, most of my friends are asking me the question:
"What are those drawings on ur website?"

The popular opinion is that they have something to do with Cryptography.

Honestly when I was making them with Gimp I had not much of a theme in mind. Was just creating something which perhaps would look good. But then there is always a theme running in the sub-conscious mind and so perhaps there was something running in common between the first set of images.

Balaji came up with an extended explanation as to what that could be and here are some parts of his analysis:

--whats that pattern on ur page?
--XXYX...
--the next line has alternate horizontal 3 dash and vertical 3 dash patterns
--hmm...looks like u try to extract the hidden "natural beauty(art)" from the paraphernalia used in the area of science.....like in the misc page, it looks like a picture of chromosomes viewed thru a microcope....so guess the first page is also inspired by X and Y chromosomes...
--the other two,,,i could not make out much
-- perhaps the one used for "me" page....that is more abt u...rather than any topic(science)....the brown figues in the picture look like old paper pieces(scroll) ....so maybe u like to read and wite a lot.....u seem to consider urself as more of a creative writer and u like literature...rest of the picture is just some colored patterns....perhaps ur favourite color is blue......Thats all for me


On retrospection I think that there was a Biological theme running in my mind when I made those images. Hope to make better ones.


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Tag: Miscellaneous

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Rennovated my website..

Although, this is the last month of the semester, there are numerous assignments due, life is hectic, just for the heck, took time off and worked on my official web site. Finished with that after some time and now I guess it is ready :)

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Joys of reading...

Reading was fun, yes, those glad afternoons I recall when coiled up cosily in a chair or on the bed, I would be with a book in hands, fighting it every time I had to turn the page, yes, those days were fun. I could pick up any book that caught my fancy, or read the author who had caught my fancy and then hungrily devour the books one after another as fast as possible. Life would come to an end and the only things that would matter would be either the secret seven's latest adventures or Timmy's hurt ear in the Famous Five or some other Enid Blyton work. As time progressed so did the type of books that would enthrall me in my voluminous spare time. Ruskin Bond's hill stations, Ghalib's poetry, Gulzaar's lyrics, a re-re-read of Asterix series or be it the Tintin series, the list changed. A dedicated effort to read Indian writers and especially NON-NRI writers took me down a nice lane with the writings of RK Narayan, Ruskin Bond, Tagore, rediscovering Jim Corbett (NON-NRI ?) among a "few" others. Oh "those were the best days of mine".

We had a Mango tree in the backyard. A nice green backyard that was, always green and always full of life. Even now when I call up home, I am sure to hear a Koel or a Crow in the background, probably singing some new tunes from a perch on that Mango tree. Underneath that Mango tree, though not in complete rustic style as being stretched on the grass, but seated on the cement platform I did read a few good books. But I guess by the time I had come to this house, I had grown up and was some way in the "growth part" when my reading was getting concentrated around a few subjects only. So I need to go back farther in time to be able to really recollect the good old reading days.

And going back so, I go back to the days when I was younger and more voracious in reading. I recollect the afternoons and the evenings spent with books with comics and all the times when I would burst out laughing and my little Sister would come running to me, standing innocently, would wonder why I laughed out like that, remember my Mother shouting something at me from the kitchen to the effect that "there u go again". Remember going to the library and picking up any book that caught my fancy and then spending a good few hours with it. How the evenings would stretch into the nights then!! oh it was marvelous.

Along with age then came the need to read stuff which would be helpful to me in some way. There started a filtering of the books that I spent time with. So starting it got worse and worse. Novels I seldom picked up, classics I did pick up, a few recommended books now and then and nothing much more than that.It was the time when I discovered the joys of Dickens! Went on a buying spree which lasted a few years while it was my endeavour to buy all Dickens' works with the paltry money that I could afford being a student.

Bangalore and the new software job gave me ample ample opportunity to get back to the "long lost" style of picking up any book that caught my fancy. Strand on Dickenson road was a favourite haunt. Go there, browse through the books and "buy" any that seemed good. The new economic freedom was fully made use of. I also around this time discovered the joys of buying books at far far cheaper prices in second hand stores, discovered the joys of getting access to books that only second hand stores would have, like the collection of a few good British poets which somebody in Mysore as was relocating sold to the second hand shop. Again growing up had taken its toll. Though I bought a lot of books, this was the time when I seldom was able to complete the book. A few still to this day haven't seen me getting started with them. I sadly realised that I could buy the books, but could not read them.

Then came US. Its been worse here. Neither can I buy the books nor do I have the time to read them. Reading apart than what I have to, took an exponential decline and is going down and down. At least vicariously I enjoyed others reading books through the Booknut club, but that started hibernating long ago even before the winter had arrived.

Now, on a Saturday morning, the ideal time to think which book to pick up so that the day could be spent with it, I worry about the coming RA meeting on Sunday, worry about technical matters far far away from the innocence of reading just for fun, without any selfish interests attached. Will I ever get that quality back? Will I ever be able to pick up a novel, will I ever be able to read something just because it caught my fancy, will I be able to read widely and enjoy the process without being strained for time, a lot of questions.

Somewhere I grew, somewhere I didn't. The pleasures of reading haunt me sometimes now as a forgotten blurred dream.

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Hi.......

Thought that it would be a nice way to keep in touch through the blog so this attempt !!

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