Sunday, December 23, 2007

Stirring tale

On a sleepy Monday morning, a bunch of software engineers tired after a morning's work of checking email forwards, catching up on the world news and cricket scores, decided to take a break and thus found themselves in the pantry milling around the multi fauceted vending machine - the dispenser of all things useful and necessary for the preparation of a hot beverage. It can dispense milk, hot water (sometimes one has to put one's gustatory organ to the test to distinguish between the two) and politically incorrect and seemingly racist, black coffee.

After filling one's cup with the liquids of one's choice and after having added requisite powders for flavouring and measured amounts of sugar for sweetening, one can imagine the shock as one discovered that the stirrer - the wonderful invention that can fuse together disparate ingredients into a wholesome cup of joy, the instrument responsible for creating many a storm in a tea cup, the catalyst of an invisible molecular miracle that stuffs solids into the empty spaces within a fluid - was not in its usual resting place of a tumbler half filled with water. As an aside one might also add that it's quite fortunate that the tumbler cannot live up to its name on this own, unless one puts it down with say a swipe of the hand. Now it's not uncommon an occurrence to find the stirrer missing from its resting place; since quite like a migrant worker, the stirrer works away from its watery abode in a cup in a far away hand.

Thus one proceeded to take a look around the room to find the hand that had the stirrer, and the horror, the horror - the stirrer was not to be found in any cup in the room. Then one looked down and found in dustbin, among used tea bags and other things that had reached the end of their usefulness the stirrer. Having never before faced such a predicament in one's coffee making lifetime, one proceeded to face the bitter truth and had one's coffee shaken, not stirred. Coming to think of it, the truth was bitter because one had the coffee shaken, not stirred.

The stirrer was not rescued from its graveyard and thus was destined never again to work its magic in a cup again. In its place stands a poor replacement - a spoon. Even though it is adequate for the job, stirring isn't what it was made for. Sigh!

Monday, November 12, 2007


Vim like other great Free / Open source software has excellent documentation and a brilliant help system. In fact it's so good that it even knows the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. (:help 42)

It even knows about the Holy Grail, just in case you are looking for it (:help holy-grail)

But the one that takes the cake is what you get when you type :help!

Love software with a sense of humour ^_^

Monday, October 22, 2007

Debt deduction

Me: That thing cost 280
GB: Ya
Me: I paid 60 for auto
GB: Ya
Me: (giving him a 100), So I owe you 140 - 60 = 80
GB: Ya
Me: You owe me 20

I know that I don't know Maths, but can't believe GB didn't find anything wrong with it!

Of course, he does know now that I owe him 10 bucks and plans to use my line of thought in future transactions...

Thursday, June 07, 2007


Check this out. I've no idea why they put our picture but I ain't complaining! No, we din't win, we topped the prelims and then got royally whipped in the finals. Nevertheless, it was great fun. Superb questions beautifully put together. Also managed to meet up with lots of old buddies. Had a blast!

Thursday, May 31, 2007

QFI Open Quiz 2007

The QFI Open Quiz is happening on 3rd June. Details are available here. Going by the shows the quizmasters have put up in the past it promises to be loads of fun.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

water, biscuits, chicken, dosa, ice cream, burp!

Some days back a colleague of mine; whom I shall refer to as X to avoid disclosing any details about the person such as name, gender, blood group, shoe size etc.; put up the following GTalk status

Life is like a normal biscuit, if you add love which is butter it becomes a butter biscuit

The above statement is so utterly butterly undelicious that it prompted a slew of GTalk status changes from colleagues

Life is like chicken, if you add butter which is love it becomes butter chicken

Life is like soda, if you add lime which is love, it becomes lime soda

Life is like ice, if you add cream which is love, it becomes ice cream

Life is like Palar water, if you add love, it becomes corporation water

Undeterred by the responses, our friend X cooked up a second status -
Life is like dosa, if you add onions which is love it becomes onion dosa. (Note that this statement is grammatically incorrect and coming to think of it the process of making such a dosa might bring tears to your eyes and after a while you life might stink)

At this point I’m wondering if there is a point to this post, and apart from the 3 that are in this statement, the point is that this is a blog and if I add a post which is like love then it becomes an updated blog

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

La joie de vivre

A crimson backdrop to the green of the cocunut trees - Ah a picture postcard perfect sunrise. The sight I got up to, this morning, was reason enough to get up and get on with life; after pausing to watch the dark red fade to a light red, orange, to merge with the blue and become a part of the infinite expanse.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
-- Leisure by WH Davies