Saturday, 11 December 2010
Quitting
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Freedom
For some it is the state of mind..........(I feel free, am different, i enjoy my work, am so special, i stand out,i achieved, i proved myself blahblah).
For some it is the state of grind...........(All the above is a self help books generated lie, i live for good health, good company and life is not about winning or losing, it is about making people happy)
For some it is a point somewhere between this hypothetical bimodal curve.
The desire for freedom, which includes freedom from peer pressure, societal norms, the beaten paths, stuff like making a difference, changing the world; in short all the stuff protagonists in academy award winning movies are made of, is just another cage.
The desire to eliminate your desires is just another desire, the proclamation of freedom just another cage and so is the realization of am sooooo special just another way of saying "all in all am just another brick in a different kind of wall".
So what did great people say to this.....Buddha suggested the "middle path", yoga suggests restrained indulgence so on and so forth.
I suggest just remember the second law of thermodynamics......"the amount of disorder keeps increasing(entropy is always positive)".
Every piece of automation generates the desire for more comfort, every patent ends with a section for future research.
All in all, you are not finding the answers , ur just generating more questions.
"Freedom is opening your mind", beyond all judgements........judgements is where freedom ends............don't judge ,be free.
Thursday, 2 September 2010
Defense
1)Down to earth.
2) Nasty and arrogant.
It is almost a bimodal distribution, is what i used to think, now i feel otherwise,the more nasty one is, the more insecure he is, and the more he uses his intellect as a defense mechanism.
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
You have just one life!! really?
So, what exactly was multimedia built for:entertainment. How exactly do we get entertained: escapism. Whether it's the picture of a perfect lover as edward in twilight which women all over adore, whether it's the picture of success after years of struggle in all the oscar winning ones and tonnes of power in every punch kinda ceremony which every man loves, whether it's the arabian nights, avataar or harry potter kinda, "give the user a blood rush" sorta fantasy world's ride, whether itz a virtual meritocratic world,like the role playing games or the books of ayn rand, or some melody engineered for ur eardrums............blah blah ........it takes u away from reality for a while, makin u think that you are thinking, making you feel that you are feeling and for once making you look at a reflection of who you think "you are, you can be".
What could be the greatest form of escapism? Escape the cycle of life birth and death and worldly possesions, and all that surrounds it, Buddha called it nirvana, vivekananda is reported to have gone into days of samadhi(meditation in one difficult position), sexual orgasms make you feel that for a few seconds,so on and so forth. So escapism or pure pleasure is when your mind reaches zero,or the feeling that it can't think or the feeling that it's feeling exactly what it wants to feel. So make his mind numb or put his mind under trance........he's entertained.
Now,the next point. You are born in a certain family, you go to a certain school, go work in a certain place,have a few friends and spouses,so on so forth. Your life is your set of decisions and sadly life has no undo button, no redo task,so we have regrets, intimacy hungers, recognition hungers, structure hungers etc. Your decisions shape you and you end up creating your own universe and live "there", The famous hindi song by raj kapoor "jeena yahaan , marna yahaan, iske siwa jaana kahaan" , which means , am a clown in a circus, this is my life , i shall live here , die here , be here.
BAAM, achilles the soldier, alexander the emperor, ramanujan the math guy, einstein the physics guy...........sounds boring and dull, the messge is better captured by rockstars proclaiming their existence in form of "itz my life , i want no peer pressure, i care not for the world etc.
So whoever you are, you will have a job and some hobbies and your definition of fun and adventure and hence your choice of esacapism varying from slapstick comedy to mind boggling books.What if you could escape your universe, what if someone could tell you the boundaries of your universe, what if tomorrow you could create a new one,what if you could live in it,what if tomorrow i can go live in a lionel messi's(argentina football star) universe and be back without that affecting my life at all. What if i can live multiple lives, what if i can go do the job i wanted to do when i was 3,marry the woman i fancied but who is not compatible with me, what if i can juggle between these universes, what if i always knew what grass is like on the other side, what if " jeena yahhan" song as quoted earlier is proved to be bullshit, many famous people have done that, "super politician quits career to become dog trainer", u think they were full of conviction,maybe, i think they were too pleasure seeking...........
So if i can find out the limits of my universe, dodge it and live in multiple universes in one life, would i need multimedia, or will that be the greatest form of multimedia ever, shutting down hollywood and gaming companies.Now how can this be done, i don't know.It is just a thought an idea, which sounds good in my head. Good Night all, enough blabber.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Totem
Creep
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Binary Search
low = 0
high = N
while (low <>
mid = (low + high) / 2
if (A[mid] <>
low = mid + 1;
else
//can't be high = mid-1: here A[mid] >= value,
//so high can't be <>
high = mid;
}
// high == low, using high or low depends on taste
if ((low <>
return low // found
else
return -1 // not found
It feels perfect, looks perfect even the Prof in your class must have written the same, then why am I talking about it. Well ,it has a major bug which had stayed undetected like for ever and detected sometime very recently. (Google for more details and timeline)
Problem: Well line 4 says, mid=(high+low)/2.Say if "high" is the highest integer your compiler can access and if low is any number greater than zero then mid goes out of range and causes overflow problems. :O :O
Solution: Do (high/2 +low/2) or low+(high-low)/2
Come to think of it: While implementing many other array based divide and conquer algorithms like merge sort etc, we do the same to get to the center of the array.
Caution :Don't take the average.
Friday, 28 May 2010
Romeo and Juliet
Romeo:If the world was to end today and we were the last two people to be consumed into a sea of artificial intelligence, would you still want me?
Juliet:Objectively??
Romeo:Yes , because love, care,longing is just a chemical imbalance,causing a dispersal of electrical signals in our neurons giving us lag periods which provide moods like "i wanna work", "i wanna relax" creating statistical processes which give name to our outcomes like success and failure at the end of the day,you wanting me is you moving towards a greater state of imbalance.
Juliet:I still do, cause that's the only thing that keeps the process random, the fact,that am capable of loving,its what answers the age old question of indeterminacy the debate between free-will and destiny.
Love separates free-will from destiny.Love towards your work ,family,friends or for those few minutes of life left with us.
I don't want a predictable life, I want to love.
Thursday, 20 May 2010
Sufified
Friday, 30 April 2010
The "FRIENDS" Conundrum
Sunday, 7 March 2010
My favorite poem, truly inspirational.
Ulysses
Alfred Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
