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Thursday, October 06, 2011

An Ode to the Master Innovator


It was around 415 in the afternoon on a regular office day. I got the call from a friend. Looking at the phone I wondered why was he calling me? We were just chatting a while back! I picked up the call and he said “Did you check the news?
“No! what happened?”
Check it
I turned to my browser and clicked on the Google News link. It was talking about Sarah Pallins statement that she wouldn’t be contesting as a presidential candidate for the next general elections. I don't care! My friend knows that too. It has to be something else!
“What! I don't see anything.”
Then he said “Steve Jobs died!”
“What!!!”
The increase in my pitch didn’t go unnoticed. There were a couple of heads around that turned towards me!
He said “Check abc news!
In a matter of seconds, i was looking at a red flashing banner saying “Breaking News: Apple co-founder Steve Jobs passes away at 56”

Indeed this is a big news! Within minutes everyone in the office was either discussing this or was on the net reading about it.I left my office later and it was drizzling. The news was indeed overwhelming. I am not related to Steve Jobs. I dont work for him. Why was this seem to affect me? While I walked in the rain and pondered about the legend, I noticed something around. Something which I have always noticed. Something which everyone knew. Along the way to my home, I saw myriads of people around walking with a small black device. I also saw some people  with the familiar and trendsetting white colored ear phones. There were some who were rolling their thumbs  on the shiny black screens. I did hear some murmurs around with the words Apple and Steve Jobs.It gave me a smile, a sad smile. This is the impact of Jobs. This is what he gave - connection! If there is a soul who has some interest in technology, he would know who Steve Jobs is. Innovation, Simplified Experience and Leadership - the three pillers that support apple, three aspects of defining a successful technology and three words to describe the legend that is Steve Jobs! He inspired me truly and made me a devoted ‘fanboy’. This is the reason it affects me!! I will miss the thin man, who stood strong (in his blue jeans and black turtleneck) and  changed the world. Steve you will be missed by me very very much.

I returned home to my old faithful “white device” with a illuminated apple at the back!

*****Ankur




Wednesday, September 21, 2011

the reckoning...

Don't you find it annoying when you search for something and you don't find it. And I am not talking about anything deep like the meaning of life. Just something very trivial or very old, something you know you had, something you were once very proud of! Now its nowhere to be found. I do! Just recently I have been looking for a two page writeup I did around 6 years ago. It was pretty important for me at that time and as soon as it fulfilled its purpose, I think I stopped caring about it. Again I am not implying any hidden life lessons here, I am just referring to the lost document I once had!

Now I usually prize all my stupid written works. I keep everything that I write! This makes me think that I don't "really" keep everything I write. I would keep my written memoirs, introspection, my resume and all. Basically what I feel has some value to me or summarizes my values to others!! This lost document also started like any other, on a blank text document. It was also created electronically, reviewed in print and intangible media, edited back electronically and finally sent in print and softcopies. It went through the complete "life cycle of a document". This led to another self realization - I was dawned upon the power of information only after 2005! Else I would have kept a copy of this. This ties in parallel-y with my realization of "identity" as I made my final switch (and unification) to a single email address in 2006. I am sure I can find that document in my old email accounts. But alas! that is long gone, and so is the small 128 MB pen drive I use to carry in 2005 which would have served as a home to that document!

Its funny how at every stride of life, man (or humans) keep learning. From eating habits to studies to friendships, I have learned its importance at about the right time. The learning never ends! Likewise I learned the importance to unified identity and written works in 2005-2006 and as a follow up only in 2010 made a complete switch to the cloud!! I wish I wasn't disillusioned and uninformed back in 2005!!!!!


more later


*****Ankur

Friday, September 16, 2011

an idea...

Recently I had an interesting conversation with one of my old time friends.Being in the overly blown, yet always-in-demand, IT industry we see the young generation in the IT wants to become rich very fast!! Everyone here realizes the tremendous potential IT has and am sure at some point of time (even multiple occasions) have sit in long talks describing the wonderful opportunities it can provide. Even the people who are not working in this sector are very familiar with the names of Zuckerberg, Page et al. Wonderful success stories! More than often I come across people who are talking about “all I need is a killer idea and I’ll develop an app”. Not far from today I can see a world where the word “idea” will be translated literally to a “use case”. People around me want to innovate, they want to sell, they want to “come up with a solution”, they want to develop etc etc... The terms like idea, innovation, simplified user experience, yada yada yada is all that is around. Everyone wants to be an entrepreneur.



I have a couple of ideas too. Unfortunately these cannot be implemented to an app. These ideas cannot integrate with facebook or twitter. I wish there was even a remote way of somehow using the “check-ins” to associate with my ideas. If you are a fellow entrepreneur, I am of no value to you. You do not see an app (for multiple devices) anywhere associated with me. You dont see me as an entrepreneur. This is because of my (seemingly) old school thinking. My ideas are just words and concepts. Well so was facebook initially, not bad!! My ideas also need a lot of development before they are implemented. In this world where software startups are emerging like crazy, everyone has an idea. The success rate of these startups with ideas is low. Around 1-2 % become big ones!! More than 60% just go down unnoticed. The rest fight the dreaded “Survival Mode”. Just imagine the pressure!!!! So with so much unrest and uncertainity (and not to mention the missing integrations with the “winning” ones) maybe the entrepreneur will reject my ideas (or similar ideas of my types).


So what are my ideas? Nothing, just a bunch of stories and memoirs I have gathered, either in shorthand on my pad or somewhere at the back of my mind. I might be very soon called old-school for having such a 90s view of the term idea. But the truth is that it is a better one than most ones outside. My ideas can use the existing social platforms to grow and reach people. My ideas might require less investment. It could be worked upon on weekends too. I agree I do not have great ones but there are scores of writers out there who have . The percentage success of new writers is much higher than startups. Yes the money might not be as much for the successful ones. But the pressure, time and effort is also less. At times its more enjoyable. Easy to do!! And with so many ideas culminating into platforms for writers (of any form), I would say the outrach is more.:) Not everything is about the big bucks. There are so many subtleties that are so soothing. Written works tend to find an audiance somehow! Take a couple of hours off from innovating-and-thinking-about-killer-apps and just pen down about what you see in front of you...maybe the story about how you get that coffee mug you see!! who know this might be a great begining!!


On a lighter note, if everyone out there is developing stuff...who will be there to use it!!! :D


...more later
*****Ankur

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Overdose

Well who doesn't likes a warm, heartfelt and emotionally overpowering story of rags-to-riches? Underdogs bouncing back! Miracles happening! Hard work paying off! That's definitely a time-proven formula for great books and movies. And to be fair, a well executed one is a treat to the eyes, ears, mind and heart. Success stories in real life are meant to be inspirational. They are the indicators of the society that good things still happen to genuine effort makers.

Recently I came across one such real life story. The 'bad' happened, the 'suffering' ensued, the realization and 'rise' started and the 'good' prevailed. Like clockwork, it was fairytale written all over it. As a consequence ( and expected) this was also followed by as an inspirational light to the others out there. What actually transpired was a series of "rising from the ashes" displays. The self hype, the 'I-can-do-anything' attitude, the incessant visions and missions to grandeur and off course the wide spread of these 'achievements' using the social network et al  makes me irritated. Vivid descriptions of the early days of moving out to nowadays of amazing luxury, endless conversations starting with 'I was down below when...' ,it's overwhelming! Will Smith pulled this off in 'Pursuit of Happyness' but let's face it this ain't no Will Smith!

It makes me feel sad that all this media and Oprah-istic behavior from this particular not-recent-anymore success , has shaken my genuine happiness for such stories. I just wish this stops so that I can start believing in 'yes I really can"

P.S. I have nothing against Oprah. I am more than convinced that she is a wonderful lady with a great cause.

More later
*****Ankur

- Posted from my iPad

Sunday, March 13, 2011

140 Characters...


With the advent and outburst of social network, no one can deny that communication as well as expression has reached a new high. This is no longer limited to geeks and litrarians. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is now wired-in (actually wirelessly-in). Platforms like facebook ,twitter are bringing the expressions out from people and that too on-the-go! The smart handhelds and their seamless integration with the networking platforms enables the common-joe to articulate as and when a thought comes to them. And these expressions put in 140 characters (or less) is indeed an art.
For me when it comes to writing a blog, I usually have all my thoughts and observations organized before I start. I pen/type down my observations on a notepad of some sorts and then I start expanding! But since my foray into the world of 'micro-blogging' things have changed for me too. I am still observing and often making mental/actual notes of interesting things around. But the power of connectivity and networking offered by my powerful iPhone tempts me to tweet and update faccebook status as soon as I see/observe/think something interesting (or even mundane most of the times). Once done with this, I feel my obligation to the blog-o-sphere is complete and more often the idea as well as the possible deliberation that could have evolved in my at-length blog is lost. I am even blogging from my phone these days ergo explaining the small length of my posts( which is a relieve for some readers ).
I have been fascinated towards the are of writing. When I started blogging I used to feel so thrilled1 Web 2.0 was a great place to be. I still share the same adrenaline for the art but the web 2.5 (??) is making me lazy! With the increasing workload and my transition to the smarter devices as well as cloud is taking the whatever small "creative writer" one-tweet-at-a-time from me. This doesn't mean I despise the social networking media. It is unfortunately very hard now to get out and frankly I don't want either. Maybe I need to master the art of expression in 140 character of plaintext.
 
more later...
*****Ankur

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Sing for the moment

iPad2 is awesome!! Why are peiple still raving about android tablets? Is it the rebel against the popular-kinds and that too without a cause? Taxes needs to be done...its already march!! Cellphone bill is pending too! chipotle for dinner tonight...Guari will like it. Need to watch the dragon tattoo series on netflix. Also need to download rhe third book to my nook. Tickets for phoenix for May second week. Dada and gang coming hopefully next week. need to plan someting for them. Active directory and outlook integartion. SFTP and automation also in the works. What about cloud?? What shud I start Dr Who or Veronica Mars?? Shud I continue 3rd rock? Thursday night tonight...Big Bang Theory....

All the above just came to my mind whilst I was listening to the song Sing for the Moment......

more later...



*****Ankur
Posted from my iPhone

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Band Baaja Baaraat

I have been completely hooked to a few songs of they movie Band Baaja Baaraat for a while now. The reason being... they are awesome. I usually don't blog about movies here but this movie is a little special. This happens to the first movie I saw with my wife. Now how can I forget this! The other contributing factor that makes this a special movie is that the movie is centered around planning and executing weddings!! There were so many nuances that we could relate to our wedding. The preparations, the planning, the hiccups and the fun. Watching it with my wife,just after the marriage, was like watching your own wedding as a third person!! It was awesome fun and we couldn't stop feeling nice! The crisp dialogs and the situations were here relatable!! I could say that the movie, if not re-living the experience, was a fun and glamourous remix of not only our but any Indian wedding!

About the movie, it has a pretty decent and light story. It'll keep you engage till end. That what I expect from any movie! Two thumbs up!!


more later...

*****Ankur
Posted from my iPhone

Location:Bhopal, India

so far so good...

It all started from Portland airport with a Denver scrambled breakfast. 14 hour trip from SFO to Dubai accompanied by Inception as well as Big Bang Theory as in-flight entertainment. Starbucks to rescue at Dubai international. 3 hour flight to Delhi with awesome Dabangg. Amazing day with great food at Delhi. A slightly delayed trip to Bhopal. Very fast and busy day at Bhopal. Shopping got clothes and wedding ring. Pre engagement evening and meeting Gauri. Cannot forget the moment. Engagement day with some awesome functions and beautiful to-be wife. Post-engagement things...;). 1 week to marriage. House full of relatives. Fun with little brothers. Shopping continues. Decent forex rates helped. 22 baarathis to Nashik. Great train trip. Fun all night. Nashik welcomes all. Great arrangement. Delicious breakfast. Trip to the Shrine. Dressing for the evening begins. All-males trip to the 'beautician' while the women still waiting for the makeup lady! 3 hour later, all dressed to best. All set to dance. Truckload of fun with Band Baaja Baarat. Constant smiling faces at the reception. Photography session with wife. Midnight wedding. Pooja and paath. Stealing of my shoes-success. 11k gone!! Registering marriage at municipal corporation. Dealing with whims of 'Babu'. Back to Bhopal with wife. Preps for the grand reception. More relatives pouring in, more fun. Another reception, much more fun. Much more smiles and much more photography. Grrreat food. New year celebration eve with family,sweets and crackers. Movie day with cousins and wife. Welcome chilly New-Delhi. Early morning scouting outside US consulate. H1B and H4 stamped. CP, Palika Baazar and some great times. Cough and cold! Home remedies and human experiments. Survived and improved. Relaxed last few days with family and wife.

The above would have been my twitter/facebook updates if wi-fi and time would have been on my side.

more later...

*****Ankur
Posted from my iPhone

Friday, January 07, 2011

Tea, Chai etc...

Morning tea, midday tea, afternoon tea, evening tea, tea at random times of the day, tea because someone came in etc etc... If my eventful trip to India is to be put in a book, every page will smell of tea leaves. There hasn't been a single event, big or small,which didn't transpired within or around a cup of tea. Right from waiting for Indian railways at station to waiting for the stations to come in the trains. From planning the wedding to executing those plans. Meeting my fiancé over a cup of tea to taking her out and having the same. Taking some and staring out on a 2 degree weather to having one again as soon as we hit it. Having tea outside the US consulate and getting one as soon as out of it. One on the steps outside Palika Baazar in Delhi while one outside a Shrine in Nasik. One in the midst of cold wave in open night while a few in the comforts of the cozy bed. The list here is endless... Long story short, I enjoyed each and every cup of it and reminded me of the good old days.

I also had two cups in the middle of my marriage ceremony.

*****Ankur
Posted from my iPhone

Friday, September 24, 2010

I have spent a good part of the last two days in flight and airports. Other than my trip being a good and successful experience, the time I spent in the airport during the layovers and waits were nice too. I have heard and seen a lot people not liking the whole concept of reaching of airports early or waiting for their flights. I, for one, do not mind reaching early and waiting. To an extant I kind if enjoy the lone time at the airports. It gives me time and reason to call my friends whose calls I have been missing over time. Also the crowded seclusion gives me a lot of things to observe and notice. A couple of these make to my memory, a couple go my idea-pad and some to the blogs I write. Not to mention the wi-fi connectivity and my hoard of gadgets also keep me occupied. The duty free shops, books stores and the food court are also a couple of things that keep me mused.

My layover at the Denver airport for around 3 hours today was actually a good one. I was at the concourse B which is beautiful. Loads and loads of people with some of the amazing coffee shops (other than Starbucks ). The food court also was amazing yet I still managed to get the worst food from the lot (note to self: never ever try Thai-Mexican food again). Observing people around, as always, was the best part. There was this group of blond German teens who didn't knew a squat of English in my flight. I had a little conversation with them or atleast tried having one (helping them with directions to the bar!!). The waiting area at the gate had people divided not by color, not by race, not by language but by iPhone, Android and BlackBerry. Some old-school pros were reading books and some, like me, were fidgeting with tablets.

As soon as the boarding started I realized again that this time too my boarding zone was the last zone to be boarded. It struck me again for the zillionth time that I need to pour my thoughts out on the coincidence ( or profiling) that I always get the last boarding zone. The thought was as fleeting as the flights at the airport. Soon I boarded the flight only to find out that the (now drunk) Germans chicks were around me;). I was expecting some more material but sadly there wasn't any. The inflight video is showing some random episode of 24. Nothing else to ponder upon and having finished my ginger-ale, I decided to write this seemingly incoherent blog.

More later...

*****Ankur
Posted from my iPhone

Location:The layover...

Monday, August 16, 2010

The Story


I was getting ready for the office and as usual, even though I was not getting late, I was rushing thru it. My cell phone rang. While putting on my belt, I glanced at the phone over the table. it was a '+91-97-something' number. My mind, much like the google keyword search, raced and reach to conclusion that its a call from the Bombay area. Half sure that its my friend calling from her office, I picked up. I heard a very muffled 'hello' in a female voice. The feminine voice confirmed my guess and feeling smug (on my powerful deductive logic), i started my conversation without any pleasantries. A minute into the conversation, I realized that the muffled voice was still there. Cursing the AT&T network and the dead-spot at my appartment. I hung up saying that I will call back from a better coverage spot. I dialed back my friends cell number from my contacts. She picked up the phone and I started talking, continuing from where I left. After a moment, based on her puzzled reaction and laugh, I realized that it wasn't her that I was talking to earlier. As usual I got a small lecture on my lack of social skills. I hung up and looked at the number again. I had no idea who else it could be. I dialed back the number. I sweet and clear voice replied. I asked who she was and she says 'Hi I am Gauri and your father has asked me to talk to you regarding possible alliance for a matrimony?'

This was back in mid March 2010. A few months from now (December 2010) I am going to marry Ms Gauri. Its funny how people say all great couples have a good 'first-meeting-story'. I feel ours is not that bad either :) She still laughs at the very mention of it.She says 'Somehow the incident felt like a good, refreshing and a fun begining'
Amen

more later...


*****Ankur
Posted from my iPhone

Location:SW Greenburg Rd,Beaverton-Hillsboro,United States

Monday, August 09, 2010

The pen and paper approach


As a part of my usual non-busy-sunday-evening routine, I spent a couple of hours in Barnes and Noble.This time instead of being at the fiction/comic/magazine section for most of the time, I was actually at the stationary and journals aisle for a good part. The notebooks/journals there attracted me. I usually carry a small notebook, which I like to call as my idea pad, with myself most of the places. I try to take small notes of the things I notice which might or might not be used for my writing. This make me think how much of pen and paper do we really use these days? Its really nice that the electronic paper (e-paper) concept is doing a lot in saving the trees and 'keeping earth green'. Call me old-school but I still feel that using pen-and-paper is the 'coolest' way to go for writers! It might be hypocritical of me as I myself rely so much on my handheld device for pretty much everything from taking notes, recording voice memos ,writing and even publishing. Yet my idea pad, more so often, plays a pretty significant role to whatever small amount of writing I do. Had my handwriting was better and I could 'understand' what I wrote (with the context) later, my idea pad would be a big success.
Its the things like the cursive black ink on the paper, off-hand diagrams, lots of arrows, the boxes I draw,the sound when I flip the paper and the eternity that lasts with every word I write (unless I trash it) are some of the many reasons I stick with the old fashioned way of collecting ideas. The idea of the idea pad came in from Jerry Sienfeld when he told that thats the way he does it!!

more later...


*****Ankur
Posted from my iPhone

Location:SW Greenburg Rd,Beaverton-Hillsboro,United States

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

The Hunt for Northern Lights

It's 11 PM in the night and I am standing with my roommate in the empty parking lot of the LL Stub Stewart state park Oregon waiting for the phenomenal northern lights to show up. His acute interest in photography and my interest of doing something crazy on a weekday night has brought us here to this vacant state park. With surrounding dark trees, beetle sounds and low light , this place seems just an incident away from a horror movie in the making. Nonetheless we are determined to get the thrill, if not any picture or sighting!! While my roommate works on his camera, the iPhone and the power of my thoughts is helping me to keep my mind off from looking out for Freddy or Jason.
More later...


*****Ankur
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Location:Banks-Vernonia State Trail,Coast Range,United States

Sunday, June 27, 2010

apple a day

I really didn't wanted to write about this in my blogs as I want to keep away the technology/gadget part of my life away from my 'personal space'. But then I realized that my affection (which some people term as craze) for 'Apple' is far bigger and wider than it being placed in the technology/gadget fervor I have. It is very personal to me and seeing what all is being floating around for the past few days, I thought that why not pour in some of my words to it. I would start by warning (rather disclaiming) that this post might sound a little biased to some people (specially those who know me and have dedicated their lives to hating the wonder it is - Apple) but I am going to to be as sincere and rational as I can.

So I woke up at around 5 AM on June 24th and within the next hour I was standing in a queue outside the apple store to get the latest iPhone 4 that was going to be released at 7AM. This might sound a little crazy to some people but then again I dont want to get into the conversation of justifying the fervor. This is a very typical behavior expected from any fanboy. I did the same for the last two Potter books, standing outside the store at 12 at night to get the released copy. What you feel standing in such queues is another topic for blog which I will write soon perhaps. I am not going to enumerate the pros and cons of the device and what-it-has vs what-it-lacks (nothing!! :D). There are posts about it flooding the internet. What I am noticing about the release is that I see a lot of people jibber-ing about certain issues the device has and they are referring to certain response given by Steve Jobs. A good percentage of my facebook updates are from people who are just pointing out the flaws-in-the-plan.

Yes, apple is overrated to some extant. But then face it, which tech-giant isn't? Google?? Lets not get there!! Yes there might be some issues with the device( which FYI I havent seen yet). Yes there marketing and product placement is not really very pocket friendly. And the quintessential of all, yes there are "better" platforms/technologies available outside the apple regime. But then the 600,000 pre-orders, mile long queues etc etc also point out certain faith in the product. Almost all of the people,I know, who have been complaining about the iPhone 4 are software techies. There rationale is very rational and sound.But then it doesnt mean the product is stupid. I do the exact same about Microsoft yet I know , despite its limitations, it serves its purpose pretty well. And again people are entitled to keep and express their opinion via the social net. What triggered me to write this blog is the constant jeering over the device. How the USA supporters feel when they see the Ghana supporters constantly making fun of the match USA lost in FIFA 2010 is something I can relate to. Lets face it - it doesnt stop anything. The echoing social media will fade off and people will find something else to jibe upon very soon.

So whats the purpose of this blog. There are no debates, no comparisons, no conclusions!! This write up is just put my personal stand. Apple rocks. iPhone 4 is amazing. It indeed has changed a lot of things AGAIN!! :D If you ask my engineer-self to justify, maybe I wont be able to.Call it anything - blinded by the superficiality or gimmicks of marketing or following-the-herd mentality etc etc. I love apple products 'cause they work great!! For what its worth, if it takes so, I am ready to go down with this beautiful, amazing and aesthetically designed ship by apple.


*****Ankur
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Sunday, February 21, 2010

We are the World

I still remember it was 1991 and I was in third grade. Probably standing 4 feet and (maybe) 8 inches tall on a big podium with 24 other kids from my school. I think we were a mix from third and fourth grade. We all were divided into groups of five and the group arranged in a semi-circle with a mike in front of each group. If you have the mental picture set, you can very well guess that I might be referring to some sort of choir I was a part of. It was the annual day of our school (1st December, every year) and we were performing the song 'We are the World' in front of a big audience. Each one of the group was supposed to sing a stanza from the song, in cycle and whenever the chorus ( we are the world) came, every one sang together. Each of us kid was also holding a flag for a different country. I was holding Italy. I still have the picture of the entire performance group. I still remember the unending applause from the audience after the performance was over. This was my very first stage performance ever and I shall never forget it. This is also one of the very first songs that I remember completely. I had no idea about what the lyrics meant but I had it word-by-word.


I did hear the song a couple of times later and came to know that it was written by Late Michael Jackson and performed by a group of great singer the world have ever seen. In the year 2005, during my training days in Trivandrum, we had a cultural show put together by the fellow associates – Elektrika. I did gave a rather forgetting performance on stage that day. As a part of group song, there was this group who performed the song. It was so refreshing to listen to the song again after a long time. They were all dressed in black and white, which reminded me of my third grade show where we performed dressed black-and-white. I simply loved the song and to my great surprise, I still remembered it verbatim. It was an awesome feeling. The performance was very well received by the audience (from all who knew it and who didn't). Last week, the 'Class of 2010' presented the cover version of the song at NBC (Winter Olympic 2010) as '25 for Haiti'. Rekindled by the great singers of our generations, the song is dedicated to the Haiti victims.


I have a knack of analyzing the lyrics of any song I hear. The greatness of 'We are the World' just doesn't lie in the music. It has a very simple yet so deeply affecting lyrics. It signifies the unified diversity and world harmony in set of simple words. It also glorifies the aspects like hope, confidence, courage, care and peace that makes a human humane. I don't know if its because of the two live performances I have seen , the visual cortex in my brain registers the song with the color black and white. I would like to attribute this to the one-world-one-view aspect of the song. The beauty and magic of the music and words combined together touches the hearts of the people who hear it for the first time. There are only a few things that you remember even if you come across it after a very very long hiatus. Things like the childhood lullaby, taste of you favorite food, your mother-tounge, prayers you use to enchant, voice of your closed ones,your national anthem...etc etc. You remember these things because they are very close to you heart. Something similar is with this song for me. I dont know why, but I remember this song completely whenever I hear it after however long break. It envisions the world as a single 'entity' without any borders and fronts. This song , as I call it, is the anthem of the entire humanity.


For the original version of the song click here

For the new version (25 for Haiti) of the song click here


*****Ankur


Thursday, February 11, 2010

The catch-and-release success...

Success is nothing more than the mere feeling of a much desired (and worked-out) achievement. Big or small, it doesn't really matters as its the stimulant for the moment, at that moment!! And here is a small, yet so stimulating story of my success!!


Its an half hour past my dinner and I am watching the amazing Tina Fey in '30 Rock'. Its really very hard to notice in the running frame, but my uncanny knack of getting out-of-focus draws my attention to a small can of soda kept at the backdrop. And all of a sudden - I want Coke. I look at my watch. 21:53 and the seconds counter increasing 22, 23, 24... The nearest target: wending machine at the laundry. The laundry auto-locks at 10 PM. Gotta make up my mind...Will I or won't I ?? lets see! All I need is a dollar and 25 cents. Lets search. I know I don't have that in my wallet (Damn the plastic money!!) I start looking on my table. The open box above the stack of Harry-Potters. I can easily spot 3 quarters. No big deal. Then there are like a zillion pennies. Amidst these, I see a small dime. Score!! Thats it - no more luck. The watch says 21:55 and 43,44,45... Next Room - Top of TV. I grab my phone and leave the room. Had I have more time, I would have vowed over my blood that I will not return to the room without a can of Coke Zero. Thanks a lot that there was no time for such stereotype crap!! Over the TV I can see a quarter and two dimes. Thats it!! Now the race is not only to the Shrine but also against the time (how poetic!!)


I get out of my apartment. Guess what. Its also drizzling!! No time to grab my sheeter. I take the stairs down. The drizzle is icey. The glow button on my watch indicates 21:58 and 6,7,8...I just run across the parking space towards the laundry door. At the door, it hits me – is it 10? Should I look at the watch or try the door? A little torque on the door knob and I shall know if it will open. And it does!! I run to the machine. The sound of the coins going in one after other - the machine dispensing the bottle - a small twist on the neck of the bottle - the low sound of the gas release – ohh thats a sweet harmony!! Who cares about the drizzle, about the show, about anything else! As the sugarless aerated drink runs down my throat I get a feeling – I have to write about this!!


*****Ankur

Saturday, February 06, 2010

The Art of Story Telling...

What is story writing? How important is story telling? What constitutes a good story? How does an original story impact the readers over an inspired one? How important is character definition and depth? Are all stories interchangeable between written and visual media?... well there are so many such questions that comes to mind and if you go around asking different people, you will get a good and diverse set of answers. So lets analyze and put what I feel about the “Art of Story Telling”.


Without getting into the complexity of trying to define what a good story is, lets focus on how it is written. I always imagine good stories been written on a wooden desk , under a study lamp with a cup(s) of coffee and littered notes around, usually quite (or a forced aloofness) , a window view etc etc. I am pretty sure this is no longer the case but again this is how I “picture” J K Rowling writing the great Harry Potter. And I still feel that a comfortable ( natural or simulated) environment is very necessary to transit your thoughts perfectly to the word processor (or paper..seriously??). This constitute as a catalyst to the story telling aspect. Ideally you would want the complete story to be clear before you start writing it. But this almost never happens. Most of the time you have a beginning and a list of discreet events that might happen as the story progresses. Often you dont have an end but the very idea of the plot is tempting enough to start. This is the point where the two fundamental aspects of story telling comes into play – Patience and Planning. The concept of “Boy Wizard” struck to Rowling on a train in 1992 but it took 15 years for the story to complete. And we all know how it turned out. Who says creative work cannot be planned?? ask J-Ro!!


A good story need not always be an original one. I have read/seen so many great stories that have been told again and again. Someone once told me that there a only a finite number (say 15) stories ( which I would like to call as fable-framework) known to mankind. All the stories we experience are derivatives from one or many of these frameworks or other derivatives. It the way you package (or encapsulate) the derivative which makes a story good or bad. For instance I cannot even count how many plots (or sub-plots) I have read that is clearly inspired by 'The Godfather'. Yet a lot of them are great and entertaining. Once we have a theme and the story has started, the big question comes in how to keep it gripping till the last page (or the last reel). This is the toughest part. Mathematically this is a cross product of planning and the square of creativity. You might be very creative, but if you rush it, it might not come as expected. On the other hand you can also have great planning skills but if you lack a well defined and completely covered plot, it is bound to bomb. Avid readers, who have read the 'Twilight' series might see this, as the books start getting less and less gripping as the series progresses.


Another important aspect is the character definition. A good and well defined set of characters add so much dimensionality to the story. The consistency in the character is very important. This consistency is directly tied what is happening to him/her in the story. Failing to do so results in what is known as 'cranky' character. I noticed this very clearly in Twilight with Jacob's character which undergoes so many changes (book 2-3) which was not handled very well. Something similar was experienced by Harry Potter but was graciously blended with the story ( book 4-5). Another excellent example of great characters blending with the story is TV series 'Lost' , which also happens to be one of my favorite stories of the contemporary. Then comes the question if all stories interchangeable between written and visual media? The answer is yes/no/maybe. It depends. When you read a story, you are watching it with your contemplative eyes. On the other hand when you are watching a movie ( based on the same material), you are looking at it with the director's vision. If the director's vision is better or same as your, you will like it (like say '300'' ) else it could be another 'Dresdon'. However there are some books that I feel are very hard to put into silver screen like 'Watchmen' ( although kudos to the efforts, it couldn't have come better than what it did) and there are some movies that would be hard to put on book like 'Avatar'. Emotions are something which can be easily expressed in words and action is something that can be best expressed visually. I have a theory that its always easy to write a good drama novel and make a great action movie. Trying to do the reverse with these takes a good skill from the director and writers. But again there are stories that have everything and done great in both medias ( the Star Wars canonical).


The software engineer inside me defines a great story as a design pattern which should be 'open to extension but closed to modification' i.e. it should be a story complete in itself but can also serve as a universe for other spin-offs/fables to thrive. Other can just take something and develop there own complete story. The magical world from Harry Potter, the far-far-away galaxy from Star Wars, the middle earth from LOTR , the multi-verses from DC cosmos and Pandora from Avatar are all examples of such universes. This extensibility makes a good story a great story!!


This post is particularly my viewpoint and as a side note, I can be very well wrong as I am no great story teller. I have tried to explain the art with science and mathematics. But the very fact that I am using logic to explain an art might make the whole premise wrong to start with. Nonetheless, this is how I feel and see the elements of being a good raconteur.


*****Ankur

Monday, June 15, 2009

so what do i write about....?

So its been a while that I haven’t written anything and time-and-again people keep saying to me that I should write something. Times and things have changed for me significantly, if not drastically, over the last few months. My friends, near and far, have always encouraged me to write and have always survived (J) my write-ups. I have no idea how they feel nor how they react, but its always motivating for me to know that whatever I write, there are people on different IPs and machines who will be there to at least read it once! But the question that comes to me, which is the quintessence of writing, is what do I write about?

I usually write about things that I see, ideas that struck me, stories that I make while observing people around and sometimes events that happen to me. I need some kind of connection with the subject to start writing about. Lately, due to my work, I haven’t have a lot of time to realize my observed introspection, felt connection and things around to put down to words. So I am just trying to think of all the various ‘pointers’ that have crossed my mind, for the past few months, that I can pen down.

  • My last day at Houston was a day that I will never forget. Frankly I was never a huge fan of Houston (Ahoy NYC!!) but this was the city that accepted me. I have had some of the most memorable moments of my life in Houston. My early days of getting acquainted, getting used to the American way of studies, earning to meet the expenses, doing crazy things, meeting people and making friends! My last day everything came on to me overwhelmingly. I spent my last night just talking and bidding farewell to the great friends I made. Somewhere I know that I might not be returning back to Houston, but if given a choice, I will surely do.

  • Portland – my new home. The ‘city of roses’. Portland gave me a huge big welcome. Though its less posh than Houston, the weather here is perfect for me. I came here at a time when winters were subsiding. I loved it when I saw those colors blossoming around. New office, new home, new surroundings and new friends. I never knew that you can make good friends at work too. I still cherish the walks to my office amidst those light snowfalls. It just feels wonderful. Not to mention that the city is surrounded with abundant natural and scenic beauty. On a clear sunny day (which is not very often because of the overcast weather), you can actually see snow covered mountains circumference-ing all around the city

  • My road trip to the coastline of Pacific Northwest was an amazing journey. The beaches are so calm and beautiful. Not as crowded as other commercial beaches of the country (and neither as rocky and inhabited as Galveston beach). The Pacific-Highway 101 is a ride on mountains that shore the Pacific Ocean. It reminded me of the island from ‘Lost’. We stayed there till the sunset. It gave me a lot of time to think and ponder by just sitting on the beach and looking at the ocean. I missed those wonderful times that I had spent on Kerala beaches in India. And to watch the sunset on a beach is always a treat to the eyes.

  • My trip back to Houston for my Graduation ceremony is another great ’pointer’ I have in my memory. I returned back to Houston for a weekend to attend my graduation ceremony. It was an awesome moment. It was exactly the same setup as we see in all those college movies. An amazing experience. I walked with a couple of my best friends while the other (though were a little late for the function) cheered us. Its a different feeling altogether. The only thing that I missed a lot was my parents and family. I wish they could have made it for the day. It was a nice and a refreshing 3-day break from work.

  • Another very distinct and unusual observation I have in my mind is what I like to call as the ‘three minute love story’. Everyday I walk from my home to office. On the way, comes a bus stop for a middle school. It takes me approximately three minutes to cross the bus stop. So it all started during my early days. I use to see this teenage guy at the bus stop along with other people waiting for the bus. I had seen him keeping a constant eye over one of the teenage girls standing there and waiting for the bus. Every day, I got the picture for just those three minutes. Over the subsequent days (and weeks), I observed an entire season of a teenage love story in three minute episodes. Spread over a chronicle of three-minute episodes, I saw the two (possible) strangers coming to a friendship and (possibly?) becoming a couple. I know this might not be the real story between them but it gave me an idea to write a story with such a unique space-time frame.

So by just letting out parts from my memoirs, has given rise to a write-up. If you really think about it, subjects for a blog can be found anywhere and everywhere! All you need is to look for that connection. For me the connection was an urge for just writing something, which I just did!!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

You Don't Belong Here

Saturday 2210 Hrs Houston – He was very happy, feeling on the top of the world. The smile on his face was in-concealable. He has put days and night into this and finally his research gave the results.  Two years of hard work was putting colors now. He closed his laptop and walked towards the elevator from his lab. He has just received a text from one of his friends asking him to join for pub. With the heavy burden off his head, it was a called for party event. As he stepped out of the elevator, he looked at the view of MD Anderson Library from PGH (Computer Science department). You just cannot beat the view of the University at night. He thought. He started walking towards Moody Tower where he had parked his car. At the age of 24 he has an almost complete master’s degree with research scholarship, a paycheck that takes care for all his basic needs, an academic advisor that cares, a car and an-almost settled life (as soon as the dissertation goes in).’This is the land of opportunity!!’ he used to tell everybody.

 

Sunday 0840 Hrs India – He looked happy as the ordeal was over. As the train approached to halt, he felt an energy surge in his otherwise tired body. He has prepared for days and night for this day and finally it had come. He took his bag and walked in the throng to get out of the train. ‘Is it always crowded like this?” he wondered. He carried his bag in one hand and small envelope in other which carried a red thread and some rice pellets coated with vermilion (English for Indian Sindoor) and turmeric. This was a blessing from his parents when he boarded the train. As he stepped on the platform, he looked around. Countless head he sees. Each moving in some direction. ‘Exactly like back home!!’ he thought. At the age of 24, he has now the convenience to prove himself. He has dreams. Dreams to support his family, dreams to remove the encumbrances off his parents, dreams to realize his intellect to a meaningful and successful future. This might be the place where it can happen. ‘This is the land of opportunity’ He murmured to himself.

Saturday 2230 Hrs Houston –You don’t see a lot of Indian junta around this hour in the university campus. It wasn’t the first time for him. As he walked towards the car, he passed the basketball court. As usual the ‘American’ students from the dorm were playing there. Been living in Houston for 2 years have made him confident. He knew which places are safe at night and which aren’t. Besides he was inside the university campus. Nothing can and has ever happened there. He saw a couple of guys walking towards his side with the basketball. They were dribbling it and having some fun among themselves. ‘These are the ‘educated’ university students. They know I am also one of them.’ His rationale was clear and deductive.  As they passed by him, there was a cordial ‘Was sup’. He replied back with a smile. The next moment, the basketball hit his face.

Sunday 0900 Hrs India – Even though it’s a Sunday, still such high multitude is very common here. It was actually first time for him as all his life he had been in a small town. As he passed towards the gate, he saw a group of people looking at him. He got a hunch of suspicion and then wavered it off. ‘This is my country. The faces are all so familiar. I bet they have the same warmth and gratitude like back home.’ He thought. He has been out from home before also. It’s the day time and nothing can happen here. After all he was in one of the biggest and diverse city of India. He was ‘These are all ‘responsible’ citizens. As they passed him, there was a cordial exchange of greeting via the eyes. He replied back with smile. The next moment, he got a push and was thrown back.

Saturday 2237 Hrs Houston – “Hey” he retorted back, stunned by the sudden attack. By the time he was in senses, he was being held by his shoulders and back neck. “Please take my money and let me go” He repeated the sentence as he was told to say when in such conditions. A tall and lank American wearing baggy shorts and a baseball cap was standing in front and said “I don’t want no money from ya. You guys take our jobs huh?”  There was a scorn in his tone. “Well I didn’t. I am just a student.” He said. Pat!! He got a straight slap on his face and his nostrils burst. “You think you are intelligent huh. Will come here and take all my money. Take my food and steal my car. You Don’t belong here” It wasn’t making any sense to him. The lank American was high. The other guys held him tightly. He came near his face. He could smell alcohol from American’s breath. The American swore at him. They pushed him down and started kicking him. It was because of his bleeding nose and face, or the pain in his abdomen or due to the fear, but he was not able to hear what they were saying. He lied down there amidst all the kicks and punches. Even though there was a tumult outside, he was thinking about the stupid hatred that came into the picture with India being the major service provide for America. He used to think it was all past and now people are ‘responsible’ enough to accept the reality. When you talk about a land of opportunity, then it comes as being a global village with diversity.

Sunday 0907 Hrs India – “Hey” he said as two people kicked him. “You are not from here? Are you?” A big man with a husky voice asked. He replied “No, I am…” The man with the husky voice slammed him on his face. He was not allowed to give the explanation. “So you have come here to rule over us?”It didn’t make any sense to him. He received a forceful blow with a lathi on his stomach. “I have come here for an exam” He protested. “I don’t even work here.” His supporter held him and stood him up. The man with the husky voice came near his face. Now he can see him clearly. He was wearing a white kurta with an orangish-red scarf across the shoulders. As the man drew his face near him, he smelled sandalwood from his red tika (tilak) on his forehead. “You don’t know our language, you don’t respect our people, you steal from them and take our jobs! You don’t belong here.” With this man with husky voice hit him with knee. He fell down. Then there were series kicks and punches. They were swearing at him. Lying there he saw some other people from the train being mutilated the same way. His nose was bleeding, this knee cap was broken and his face was scarred. Not to add the pain in his stomach. All this and more, yet he was able to listen to the voices of his offenders. Just that he couldn’t understand the language. He thought about all the schooling he did where it was told that India is a secular country. People here welcome everyone with open hands and heart.

Saturday 2330 Hrs Houston – He was sitting on a chair with a cup of coffee at the UHPD (University of Houston Police Department). He was being briefed by the cops. They said. “You look hurt and I guess you need medical help .We have informed the campus medics and they will take care of you.” He asked in a very low voice to the officer “They didn’t took any money from me, what did they want?” “Well they were miscreants. They were probably high, and international students are usually their target. You come from a country which provides so many services to this nation. They all are immature people and don’t worry, they are identified and will be taken care of.”

Sunday 1000 Hrs India – He sat at the police station with a bandage on his knee. He and many others were being briefed by the police. The Sub Inspector said “I have taken the report of what happened to you and have called for a doctor to look at the wound you have.” He asked him in a subtle voice “Sahib, what was our fault? We just came here for the exam which I have missed already.” A tear rolled down his cheek. The Inspector said “Those were the people from a strong organization and have clear and productive thoughts for the development of the country. Sometimes they are not able to rationale the big picture and thus end up doing such things.”

Saturday 2345 Hrs Houston – He just came out of the UHPD office in order to get some fresh air. Then it started to rain. All his notions were starting to dissolve. ’India is a far good place than this mess. At least intellect is respected there.’ He though about his elder brother who had taken so many pains to get him admitted at the university. He wanted him to be successful. But the upturn events had changed his thinking. When we deal with a nation that has opportunities, then there is a respect and culture there. Clearly this was not one of those things in a perfect ‘American Dream’. His cell phone vibrated in his front pocket. It was his brother calling. ‘How will I tell him what happened to me? He will be so worried.’ He picked up the phone with a deep breath.

Hello” said a man with a husky voice from the other end.


*****Ankur


Thursday, October 09, 2008

Over a cup of coffee.....

Coffee: It is a beverage, served both hot and cold with or without milk, consist an infusion of roasted ground (American way) or crushed filter (Indian Way) coffee beans. It has very high level of importance in an IT industry. Coffee is known to contain caffeine, which acts as a stimulant and is addictive by nature. Coffee is usually available free and in plenty in an IT firm. It was initially started as a British (or American) tradition but later on was realized as an important factor in increasing over all productivity of the organization. Having characterized as in impetus to the whole nervous system, coffee helps people in keeping them stimulated in the otherwise sedentary  (and boring!!) work environment. Coffee is a symbol of concentricity within an IT project (read account). It is thing that is common within the entire work hierarchy. Everyone likes having coffee but they differ in the way they intake it.


Entry level / fresherSince they are often free and un-encumbered by load of work and new , they tend to take a lot of coffee in spare times. This is their first step to getting addicted to this drug for the rest of their work-life (unless they leave IT and become something like tiger tamers!).

Senior Developers / ArchitectsOne of the most working people in a development team. Often you can spot them on their desks with a cup of coffee placed right next to keyboard. They are so imbibed in their work that they often forget to drink it. When they emerge from their thoughts (or code) , with their eyes still on computer screen, they lift the coffee cup with their left hand and sip it only to realize that it has gone cold. They still finish it off and get another cup and start a new cycle.

Project Manager - Unlike the other above mentioned people, they do not take coffee in paper cups rather in their ‘coffee mug’. They have a habit of sipping and savoring the coffee, while the cup is in one hand, looking and scrolling the mouse on some excel sheet or project plan. They have a dignified and often very different timing as compared to the above two for refilling coffees.

Account and Sales Manager - With their always formally dressed (even on Casual Fridays), a cup of coffee is not that repetitively seen in their hands. Usually they enter the office in morning with a cup of coffee and probably that’s the only time when they actually palce their coffee mug/cup on the desk. Rest of the time they like sipping coffee sitting, and sometimes even standing, looking on some presentation or report. They also show some pack behavior whence most of their coffee-sipping time are accompined by other managers and discussions.

Group Leader -  Being the head of the whole team, he/she always drink coffee on-the-move. The group leader takes the opportunity (or coffee-break!!) by getting the progress update as well as keeps a vigil on the team. With a cup of coffee in one hand, you can expect the GL to randomly ask anyone about what they are working on. ‘A coffee in GLs hand’ is a code red for the team. as soon as the coffee gets over the GL returns back to the responsiblities he left behind.

 

The coffee is not only restricted within each of the above group. Whenever these groups meet with each other, often they have a cup of coffee. Go to a technical meeting, you can see developers entering the conference rooms with coffee cup in one hand an notepads in other. Go to a management meeting, you can see the managers entering room with a cup of coffee in one hand and their laptops in other. Go to a presentation, you can see the whole team turning in late (trying to avoid the boring presentation) with coffee. For a normal (and mundane) 8-5 job in an IT company, you can see a lot of people on the open terrace of the office,at around 330-4 PM, trying to get some sky with a cup of coffee in their hand. With the an average of 3 cups of coffee a day for an IT professional and looking at the hiring trends in the IT industry, coffee sure is a billion dollor market. Whatever the command protocol be, caffeine acts as a common and a pleasant drug that powers the entire IT industry.


*****Ankur

Thursday, September 18, 2008

It happens......

So the tropical thunderstorm Ike hit Houston hard. So it rained heavily at parts. So Houston is still around 60% without power. So the wind blowing at 120 miles per hour for 4 hours have made damages that will take more than 4 weeks to recover. But the spirit of Houston, the awesome work units and those uncountable good Samaritans are making sure that the fourth largest city of United States comes back to fully functional state as soon as possible.
Life in most part of the city is back to normal. The offices are now operating normally and trying to make up for the lost days of the business. My office, for instance, was closed just for a day (needless to say that I have to make so many efforts to reach my office in the disrupted local transportation service). I usually take bus to commute from home to office and one of the stops on my bus route happens to be a government Point of Distribution (referred here as PODs) for food and drinks for the hurricane affected people. So usually while returning back home from office, my bus is crowded with people as a lot of them get down at POD. Now yesterday while returning home, I was lucky to get a seat in the crowded bus. As the bus reached the next stop, there were many people who were waiting for the bus. Amongst them were three people standing. Two girls and a guy. As the bus approached the stop, one of the girl just hugged the other girl and then the guy and one of the girl (I'd refer to her as the brunet) got on to the bus. The brunet was pretty and the guy (assuming his boyfriend) was also good looking. Usually the people who get on the bus always ask weather the bus will stop at the POD but these two straightly strutted towards the seat. The brunet walked in the bus looking for a seat and due to the crowded place she was deterred by the people around. She just stared the people until they got out of her way. "what an attitude!!" I thought. The pair couldn't find seats together and were forced to sit in different seats. She sat diagonally across me. As soon as the bus moved, her phone rang and she looked past me, outside the window to her friend at the stop. She took out her phone and started text-ing.
After a few stops, the seat in front of me became empty and the pair took it. Now in situation like this when people are fighting such dire circumstances, they tend to develop camaraderie with other folks and have discussions about the storm and the aftermaths. But the "high-flown" pair was totally indifferent and engrossed playing with their hand held devices. Every now and then, the brunet got a buzz (thankfully she silenced it but the noise of opening of her mobile case was annoying). She used to slide open her blackberry phone and text something. Also she used to show that to her boyfriend and he used to nod. The guy was actually listening to music and took savor in the texts her girl was showing her. In this time all she cared about was gossiping and reminded me of the countless brats from so many chick-flicks. She left no opportunity in flaunting her Blackberry handset and always slid it open whenever she was text-ing. Her boyfriend, like any other Gen-X guy, always indulged in the texts and m sure added the spice to the texts she was sending. I was slowly starting to get irritated with their apathic behavior and flaunt they were putting on. I felt the urge to take out my 'iPhone' and flaunt it, but I didn't.
Then something weird happened. All of a sudden in the middle of her "text-ing" she turned back towards me and put her phone in front of me. I couldn't understand what was happening as there she was with the phone screen pointed towards me and looking at me along with his boyfriend. I looked at the phone screen and there was written – "Can you tell us when will the POD come?" I was confused; I said "Two stops from now". Both of them smiled back to me and gestured me to write it down. Then I realized that both of them were deaf and dumb and were using the handheld device to communicate among themselves!! Their actions started to make sense. I was cut down to pieces. I wrote it down on the handheld and they replied back by writing "Thanks". When the stop came, they got up and the brunet looked at me, smiled blissfully and left. Rest throughout the journey back home, I felt the stupidest and dumbest in my life and took that blissful smile with me.

*****Ankur