Perpetually Perplexed

Are you happy? Ask this question to hundred people. You may find very few affirmative answers. Why are we unhappy? All of us? Ask these people what makes them happy. You may expect different answers. Like a new mobile (my son is waiting for one after I spoilt the old one with water), a bigger house, a bigger car, a better job etc etc. Ask these same people after they get these things are they happy. Their list will include new objects of desire. But why am I writing this? Am I happy? Yes, as long as I am writing this. So my happiness lies in writing blogs which no one reads, no one knows it exists. But there are other things which make me happy also, like eating something really tasty, reading a very nice book, writing some program which noone has asked me to write etc. After 44 loong years and head full of grey hairs, I have atleast realised that material things do not make me happy. Read somewhere that good people are not necessarily happy, but only happy people can be good....

ಕಬೀರನ ದೋಹ ಗಳು ಎಂದು ಓದುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. ನಿಜವಾಗಿ ಬಹಳ ಸುಂದರ ಮತ್ತು ಅರ್ಥಗರ್ಭಿತವಾಗಿವೆ. http://www.boloji.ಕಂ/ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಅನುವಾದದ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾರೆ. Odi . ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾರಥದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಸ್ಟು ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯದ ಸಂಪತ್ತು ಬಹುಷಃ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಇರಲಿಕ್ಕಿಲ್ಲ. (??) I am loving it ಇನ್ನು ಕೆಲೆವು ಬಿನ್ಜಲಗಳಲ್ಲಿ (ವೆಬ್) ಹಿಂದಿ sms ಗಳು ತುಂಬ ತಮಾಷೆಯಾಗಿರುತ್ತವೆ. Why does this @#@#@# take so much of effort to type our own kannada here.? ಇದರಿಂದ ಕಲಿತ ಮೊರಲ್ ಎಂದರೆ ಇಡಿ ದಿನ ಬೇಡದೆ ಇರುವದನ್ನು ಗೂಗಲ್ ಮಾಡುವದರ ಬದಲು ಇಂತವುಗಳನ್ನು ಓದಿದರೆ ತಲೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸರಿಯಾಡಿತು. ತಪ್ಪು ತಿಳಿಯ ಬೇಡಿ ಸ್ವಾಮಿ. ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಹೇಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಒಂದರ ಭಾವಾನುವಾದ ನನ್ನ crude ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಲಾ. ಎಲೆ ಮನುಜ. ಓಡಬೇಡ. ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಚಿತ್ತನಾಗು. ತೋಟದ ಮಾಲಿಯು ಕೊಡಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ನೀರು ಸುರಿದರೇನು, ಗಿಡ ಕೂಡಲೇ ಹಣ್ಣು ಬಿಟ್ಟಿತೆ ಹ ಹ ನಮ್ಮಂತ ಭಾಷಾಂತರಕಾರರು ಎಲ್ಲೆವನ್ನು ಕೆಡಿಸಿಬಿಡುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಕಾರಣವೆಂದರೆ ಬಹುಶ ಕೆಲೆವು ಭಾಷೆಗಳ ಸೊಗಡು ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲವೇನೋ ? ಮತ್ತೆ ಬೈಯಬೇಡಿ.

ನಿನ್ನ ಕೆನ್ನೆಯ ಗುಳಿ ಚೆನ್ನ ನನ್ನ ಕೆನ್ನೆಯೋ ಎಲ್ಲ ಒಂದೇ ಗುಳಿ ನಿನ್ನಂತೆಯೇ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಯಲ್ಲೂ ಹಲ್ಲಿಗಿಂತ ಗುಲಿಗಳೇ ಹೆಚ್ಚಾದರೂ ನಿನ್ನಂತೆ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಯಿ ಮುದ್ದಲ್ಲ ಭಯಾನಕ ನಿನ್ನ ತೊದಲ ನುಡಿಗೆ ಮನೆಯೆಲ್ಲ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ನನ್ನ ತೊದಲ ಕೇಳುವರಿಲ್ಲ ನಿನ್ನ ಅಳು ನಿಲಿಸಿಲು ಮನೆ ಮಂದಿಯದೆಲ್ಲ ಸರ್ಕಸ್ ನನ್ನ ಅಳು ಕಾಣದು ಯಾರಿಗೂ ನಿನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಪ್ರಾಣ ನೀನು ನನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪ ಅಮ್ಮ , ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಆದರೂ ಬೇಡ ಮಗೂ ಈ ಎಲ್ಲ ಸುಖ ನಿನಗಿರಲಿ ನನಗಲ್ಲ

I opened around 16 windows of 16 different articles of Outlook india site. A habit I had cultivated prior to broadband era, when online time, not the amount of download was billed. One article which I found particularly interesting is about Urdu columnists in Pakistan, who write without verifying any facts and write all kinds of conspiracy theories blaming US, India and Isreal. And the article also says that, English versions of the same columns are saner and do not carry these lies. Is a similar thing happening to local language media and books in India? I take the example of a kannada book by S.L.Bhairappa where it seems he has explained the muslim plunders during Aurangzeb period, obviously exaggerating the facts. He is supposed to have quoted historical dates. So people think that these are all facts. And this gives them another reason to hate muslims. Do we need such writers and media at this time, when the world is already filled with so much violence. Isn't it a moral respo...

I have invented a new time pass when travelling. Reading the phrases written on vehicles especially autos. Well it is really entertaining. Amma i.e mother is the most famous word here followed by bull (gooli). The latter is normally pictorial. But some autos even say in words "gowdru gooli". Beware, this auto will stab you with its horns. Yesterday I saw the combination of both. A bull's picture above which Amma was written. Well, not only this person , even his mother will stab you. Many other people write their childrens' names and wives' names. Again some of them will be very weird. Like Sushmitha on one side and Pakshita on other side. Pakshita????I agree my eyesight is quite bad. But what else it could have been. Unable to guess. One auto had the most harsh truth written. Love is sweet and poijun. Don't we all know it is a poijun!!!! Many devout people, I think people on the wrong side of youth like me, will have god's name written. What names!! I ...

This year, so many people died. Two gentlemen from the neighbourhood, three of the neighbours from parents house and one class-mate. And none of these were aged or seriosly ill. Why? When does our body stop functioning and how and why? Who is in charge of these? Surely not us. We do not understand anything. A person who is talking with us today, is no more suddenly tomorrow. Why? It the body has to fail, won't it show any symptoms earlier? Or if it is all hard coded elsewhere, is there no meaning in us getting treatment? My class-mate. She is 44 years old like me. Why does she have to die at this age leaving behind a small son?

Currently I am trying to write a kind of simulator for ARM processor. So far I have written upto mov, add , branch and cmp instructions. I have taken care of barrel shifting. Well the simulator does not yet have a gui. I plan to put that at the end with either qt or kde. A fortnight ago I was reading and trying out the programs from device driver by rubini. Got stuck at usb drivers and block drivers. Did not know how to test those two. Well the idea is, if it is noted down somewhere, it might help me to come back to all these unfinished projects at a later date.