Perpetually Perplexed

pinterest not only has LOL quotes and lists for quick fixes (drink this and in one week you lose 10 kgs!!). It also has pins of these amazing, wonderful painting and sketches. Bless these individuals for painting them and sharing them with us. When there are beautiful contents, you can expect funny drawings too. Here is one for you. Monolisas can be like us too.

It all started with this song "ಈ ದೋಸೆ ಯೋಳ್ತಿಲ್ಯಲೇ ". My parents sent me this song which is a kind of comic song about making a dosa - or rather unable to make a dosa. At the end of the audio, a voice told me that you can get other songs like this in the app h-fm . Ha, my favorite thing - downloading the apps (thanks to Jio - yug yug jio). The app has some havyaka songs, some havyaka recipes, and other stuff. If you are a Havyak, download the app  and have a look at it.( In fact you find more than 5 apps if you search for "havyaka" in google play. ) Thus my curiosity being triggered, I searched in the wide wide web about havyaka songs. See, these songs are unique. In traditional families, the festivals and pujas should be accompanied by these songs (they are called haadu). There are songs for each step in a puja like "aarati ettiddu", "huu bediddu", "naivedya maadiddu". And there are songs for different Gods and Goddesses. And

This is the name of new TV serial in Z cafe. When I saw the name, I got interested, this should be something about IP addresses. So it will be serial about IT and  should be watched. When there can be so many TV serials about doctors, why can't there be serials about engineers, right? And I am a regular watcher of Silicon Valley, another serial about a start up in - of course, Silicon Valley. Not namma Bengaluru. So coming back 11.22.63, I failed to notice that neither IP4 address, nor IP6 address will have three numbers. Nor does the mac address. The story is about  some plot which takes place in 1963, even before I was born!!! Imagine that. Was there ever such a time? I think it is about Kennedy assassination. Not worth pursuing. In other news, I got 3 different calls from ICICI bank regarding some international travel card - on the same day. The reason could be that I practice some times German, some other times Italian using an app called Duolingo . At home, not

So I was telling you about the problems I faced the other day. What happened was my browser stopped working. Browser would just show blank white screen and I think with white letters. I tried cleaning. I tried reinstalling several times. No, nothing worked. Then I tried installing some software from CD. That too did not work. Next day my development IDE was not working. Upon inspection I realized that several directories were missing. After few days I realized that I was even unable to ping to google. Which means my all traffic was being redirected. I know that all of you come up with the same question. Who do I think I am that people would want to hack my computer? Hillary clinton? Why would any one bother with my computer? I don't have an answer for that. But I am telling you the facts. Not only this. Some one, I don't know who, does not want me to get out of the house. Come on people. Don't you know the phrase MYOB. And leaving me alone. 

I just wanted to stop for the day. Two posts with borrowed images from pinterest. Not much work for mind of the reader nor for the blogger. Then I realized some thing. Watching the news channels 24 hours a day has turned all of us into the people whom we hate publicly. We have become politicians. We hate to work and are lazy. We do not take responsibility for our actions or the lack of them. We always blame others for any problems, and argue in most childish way worse than even a 4 year old. And we love to hate. Sad and dangerous. This time I hope that I am wrong.

I found some beautiful poems and poetic images in pinterest. Let us start with smallest one.   Next one is by none other than the wonderful poet Maya Angelou

When you are in a difficult situation, you need a friend. That's what every one says. And I have one. The books. They talk to me endlessly. In a language I am fond of. They converse in my wavelength. They do not  try to condemn and insult me. On the whole, they make me feel that there is some one who still understands me. So this book by Saul Bellow is about a strange closeness between the narrator and his uncle Benn. Kenneth has a womanizing father. Having put up with this nature for many years Kenneth's mother leaves him and goes to Africa as a volunteer. Rather than a Casanova father, Kenneth feels his unworldly scientist uncle understands him. So he leaves Paris and moves to America to stay close to his maternal uncle. His Uncle is caught in a Maya in the form of a woman. Kenneth wants to save his uncle but is unable. I have realized that I should restrict my reading to few authors whom I really like. And Saul Bellow is certainly one of them. I am still

On the way back home from my journey to the library, I decided "let me the smart one. I will just blog that - I must feel safe even when I step outside the house". But it was not to be. When I came home and ventured into the laptop hours later, there were some serious issues. Very serious ones. Whom do I blame? No one. Really. I tried several different ways and failed. Now I will add one more sentence to my declaration of safety. That it doesn't even matter.... You say it is intimidation technique. No.... You are so wrong. We are talking about good people here. Very good people. Why would they want to intimidate me? A nobody?

All of us agree.

(Vim is a text editor used in Linux)

Real programmers know this

Not 1,2,3..

You have faced this situation more often than you care to admit.

Baby markup language  :)  Great parents!!!!

Land line

वख़्त इंसान पे ऐसा भी कभी आता है Even the "God" closes the door for you. :(

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. But in Kannada we have another proverb which is slightly derogatory. ಒಕ್ಕಣ್ಣು ರಾಜ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಕಣ್ಣು ಮುಚ್ಚಿಕೊಂಡು ಓಡಾಡು. "In a country full of one eyed men, walk with one eye closed." Wikdipedia showed me a list of similar proverbs in so many languages of the world. Which means, this is a universal concept. Why? Why should we conform to the common customs of the people? Or to put it crudely, why should we behave as a sheep in a herd? Is it because people do not like "others". They detest (slightly) others who do not conform to norms. They detest (strongly) who defy norms proudly. Most often their question is "Who does he/she think himself/herself to be? How dare he/she act like this?" OK, ok. If this norm is something "right", something your value system agrees upon, you can follow the norm. But what if you disagree? What if your value system says the path of everyone is wrong? Let me go to the

That is not happening. People Life does not stop harassing me.  And I am running out of both wit and sanity. 

I found this image in pinterest - one of the many things I waste my time on - thinking I am doing something useful. The image is simplistic yet great. Image from:pinterest

He was lying there Next to foot path In front of a bus-stop But was invisible Was he drunk Or doped Simply asleep Feeling safer Among people We don't know He was invisible No one tried to wake him No one tried to chase him No one even looked at him He was invisible Mother might be praying Child might be dreaming Of dolls he may bring Unaware, he was In a bliss Invisible to all No sympathy from anyone No empathy Not even disgust He did not get a glance In a corner Of a busy road He was lying down Invisible to all

For few days I have been thinking about this. OK, now you realize this is going to be one of those I, me and myself posts. So it is. I have been thinking about what are the portions of my 73 kg weight? And I am not talking about scientific blood, muscle, bones etc. I think around 30% of my weight is fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the unknown and of the partially known. Fear of sounds and sights. Fear of future, fear of present and fear from the past. So fear is the major ingradient here. Next comes guilt. Around 20% is guilt. Guilt of missed opportunities, guilt of having wasted my education, and wasting my capabilities. Guilt of not having done anything good for myself. Guilt of not being a good daughter, a good bahu, a good wife, a good mother. The rest is all anger. Anger towards everyone because they are being cruel or at least indifferent to me, anger towards  semi-believed God and anger towards self. But self directed anger might be more because I find myself imagi

I think you will like this video. The channel  why so serious by newslaundry has good and humorous content. And also the channel consti-tution. Try it out. I removed the video. For obvious reasons.

I was happily writing my C programs. Then... Then at some bad moment I took out this. I thought I will make this app "Shataka " better. The app is already good. It is fun, it is good for your brain and is easy. But I only need to get more people to download it. :). Not an easy task. Don't you agree. Especially when I am the only person in the marketing team. Me!! So I thought I will make the app more user friendly and easier in the initial levels. So I started tweaking the app. And gave only 3 numbers to solve in level1. And 4 to solve in next level etc. That was not so tough, once I imported the app. The tougher part was UI. Some thing told me that the background and other colors are not standing out and as this is a game, they should. So I started experimenting. Lot of google image searches, some GIMPs, changes in xml file. Then run in the app on phone and see. Not happy.  Change some background colors, change some xmls and repeat. So this repe