Sinc wave Sine Wave controversy

This is to help those poor souls who still end up on the wrong page despite my previous post go to the end of this post you'll find your sine and sinc explanation there. Since I used to turn to the internet for information while I had to deal with sines and sincs I'll help them out. Turns out search engine optimization is tougher than I thought, but this should nail it. I have the search terms in the title, and shall be referring to them once again in the body.

Now for the math. People interested in Sine and Sinc waves, or Sinc and Sine waves look no further a short summary is given below.

sin(pi*x)/(pi*x) can be called a sinc(x) wave, and from what I remember it is the result of a fourrier transform on a square wave. wider the square wave the sharper the sinc, the thinner the square the wider the sinc.

Like I'd said in my previous post- remember always - time frequency duality. That means that what looks like something (say X) in the time domain can look like something else (say Y) in the frequency domain. What is interesting is that if you have the shape Y in the time domain it will look like X in the frequency domain. I had a project I'd made that converted images to sound via their frequency a little more complex than I'd like, done in matlab though so shouldn't be a problem to most to make something similar the reason for using frequency - we know that the human eye has a range as does the human ear create a map for the extreme ends map to frequency take inverse fourrier voila - sound. Any one wonder what a picasso sounds like ?

Mada Mada Dane

To those of you who don't know what this means - boo. Well no, it means "You've still got a long way to go", like a taunt of sorts in japanese. The mada mada part is what makes it that - one mada is good, two mada's is bad ahh well what can you expect from a language with over 12 degrees of politeness (not to diss the language at all), atleast that's what harsha says.

A lot of the guys have left, in fact most have. I am surprised at how some feel they haven't coped too well and are lonely while others seem to be having a blast. Don't know. This post has been some time in coming, so I think I'll split it accross several closely spaced posts. For those that don't know - my lappy stopped working quite recently so I'm still kind of upset, send money and chocolates (and new laptops) to get me in a better mood. Ok, so now updates of a less morbid variety for those who want music I'd suggest muse if you haven't already tried it "Apocolypse please", "Stockholme syndrome" and "Assassin" being favorites untill my lappy breathed it's dying gasps. The Angra cover for Led Zep's Kashmir is of course also very very awesome. Kittie is good - but not all just some, especially those with the overlaid melodic with guttarals. Coheed and Cambria for those getting started is also pretty nice, but you need to stick with them a little, start with "Welcome Home", which is awesome.

While on the way from Home to work, which in case you didn't know of, I had gone home for about a month or so - mid June to mid July, I met this interesting auto guy. Now this is what he tells me and I repeat it as best I remember it. The secret to good health is to get up at 5 in the morning, drink water from a silver (or was it copper I forget, take silver - scientifically proven) thi s water should have been used for the germination of 'desi chana', not any other kind. Then excercise till about 6 or so, then work drink ganna juice around 12:00 or so. Have a light lunch drink not more than two cups of tea a day, do not induldge in anything excessively - don't do too much muscle building otherwise you'll regret it. Yes, and sleep at 1 or so that means about 4 hours of sleep a day not more, no chance. These tidbits of wisdom cost me about 30 Rs. extra - but then who am I to complain if the elixir to eternal life costs that much, it could easily be a lot more. Then is the people who I live around, that's for the next post though, their sense of morality is rather entertaining. Till then read the webcomic abstruse goose, XKCD-ish with more science and less tech.

I also realised a lot of people seem to get this page when they search for sinc waves and sine waves. People sin(pi*x)/(pi*x) can be called a sinc(x) wave, and from what I remember it is the result of a fourrier transform on a square wave. wider the square wave the sharper the sinc, the thinner the square the wider the sinc - remember always - time frequency duality.

Now that the lesson for the day is over we move onto the much awaited lyrics section.

Muse - Assassin

War is overdue
The time has come for you
To shoot your leaders down
Join forces underground

Lose control
With increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Intend to erase
Whatever they say
These people out torn
A wild and bereft
Assassin is born (yeah)

Aim, shoot, kill your leaders,
Aim, shoot, kill...

Oppose and disagree
Destroy Demonocracy

Lose control
With increasing pace
Warped and bewitched
Intend to erase
Whatever they say
These people out torn
A wild and bereft
Assassin is born (yeah)
[Aim, Shoot, Kill...]

The guesstimator.

It has been some time since I last posted. Been busy with the papers of course, however I have been lazy as well as expeceted. I have of course just as every one already has - downloaded firefox 3 it's good, exactly what I need for a new browser the memory footprint is down with a little set of tweaks, it's as fast as required and it has all the eye candy any one needs . Sai has been obsessing over some pathetic twitter posts and blog or the other. As expected my contact with the others has been reduced, conversations on the net trickled down to a few lines a week - at best.

It seems as though there isn't much to write, there is of course, but nothing has been collated. I have been watching some TV series, some comedy central stuff there is a kid Demetri Martin he's rather good. Then there is George Carlin he's a little profane but otherwise insightful. On the whole a not very productive but also not unproductive week. The papers are coming along fine by the way. Music has started getting to be repetitive back to Rob Zombie I guess, although Fuel seems to be good as well, need some time off before I get back in the mood for TOOL. I got introduced to Muse - decent music progressive rock Coheed and Cambria are better but then they are different, Flower Kings and King Crimson are closer in style to them Super Massive Black Hole seems to be a decent song.

Fuel - Quater.

I know I'm dead before my time
I know It's coming down
If you could only see what's right
You'd see what's coming 'round

[Chorus:]
So I walk Alone
I ask no quarter friend
I walk alone
Til I find you again

I know no place to call my bed
But I know this thorny crown
If you would only feed your head
You'd see your hands are bound

[Chorus]

A sine wave ? is it a sinc wave? No it's Superwave !!

It seems that the fact that life has it's ups and downs is common knowledge, what isn't I guess is whether is high low structure is continuous like a since wave ? or sudden - discrete if you will, like a square wave. Do the highs or lows follow a pattern ? would the amplitude said highs and lows decrease over time ? will it increase will it oscillate rapidly varying with some random parameter ?(is it a stable ? decaying? or increasing ? wave). What is the Fourrier Transform of said wave form.

These and many other thoughts are going through my head now, now that I've left, now that I realise that my BTP was not as trivial as I thought as it was (designing a co-processor in a super computer - as an undergrad, not half bad is it ? - well I wasn't alone, but still a team of two.) - this being the high of the day. The fact that our design was not radically different from the one we were trying to beat, which came to light when I asked the guys who had come over to understand our design, a couple of questions and it becomes painfully clear that people can publish whatever they feel like, explanations don't matter, and that the work we had done, which seemed to be so revolutionary as compared to the others was in fact very similar to the work we were set out to beat.

Ahh .. sweet irony. Well not so sweet any ways, I heard a pretty interesting comment the other day, I'm talking about how the change in the electric field affects the magnetic field and vice versa in the case of Electro Magnetic Waves, and a guy says - "But damn it why does it move?", actually a very interesting question I know an electro magnetic wave has its E vectors, H vectors and Z vectors orthonormal to each other - but why must it have a Z vector at all ? I thought this has something to do with the equations of the wave when combined with whatever relativity Einstein cooked up - they only give a traveling wave equation. May be some one who is interested can model what a stationary (standing wave) version of an EM-wave would look like.

Let's see what else I left college - not tearful at all, I thought I may be but I wasn't. Some guys did come to see me off - that felt nice, I would have been much more worse off had no one come to see me off, I guess. Also I heard this song with respect to Delft's computer engineering department's unofficial video - it is a sad song but evokes a nice feeling, maybe because I have heard it in Harsha's room so often that I automatically associate it with that.

Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming

[Chorus:]
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?

Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?

Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?

Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.

Incidentally for those interested I have realised that method of visualising numbers that I use, it seems I hear them as compared to seeing them in my head, although I can see them and count if I try (without hearing them) - but that is strenuous, interesting to know though.

A Farewell

Well, since I ended up missing my own farewell I went to the dept. farewell (it shall be called VALFI from now on), it was a staid affair at least for the time that I was there. I was told that the VALFIs at the hostels are a lot more important and interesting. On the plus side, I got to have vanilla ice-cream with gulab jamun, a nice combo indeed.

I hunted on the net for VALFI and found a blog with a couple of links to it ... seems to be a guy from IIT-B himself.

http://kaustubhyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/start-of-valfi-s.html
http://kaustubhyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-valfi.html

Seems to be a sentimental thing. Well I got to have my share of food, the profs. made lame speeches about making sure that they kept the IIT-B name aloft etc. ... well I guess I am calling them lame maybe some people were inspired, but hey this is a subjective thing not an activist blog (there are wayy too many of those in my opinion). Any ways ... an interesting experience if there ever was one. You could kind of tell that the sentimentality of the situation had gotten to some of the people if not all.

Some points to note
- Seems that these guy had their endsems at this time (well 16th is one exam I know that for sure), so they could have their farewell this late so should we...
- Instead of titles to some people, they have profile readings (these are written by and read by your own batch mates it seems) and this happens for every one. It is way better and more senti as it should be (it also lasts all night).


Thats all I guess, I am sure that people reading/not reading this may/may not find this interesting. Any ways till then.

Hastalavista BayBee ...

So long, and Thanks for all the Fish!!!

As ussual, I have made a half hearted attemept at a witty title and yet ... not managed it. Any ways, I remember some time back, I was in 2nd year I guess, thinking to myself that the seniors were getting way to attatched to the college I mean they actually missed being there, and they liked it and ... well you get the general idea. Then during the 3rd year when we gave the seniors their farewell once again I was all gung ho about not caring for the college once I'd pass out.

Well ... Today is our farewell, which I wont get to attend cause of the fact that my BTP is outside, in BBay which is not all that far away, but prior comitments have been made and must be kept. This is the only thing I have against my juniors they kept the date at some akward time which is neither too close to BTP-1 in which case I might have managed to attend it, I managed synapse after all, nor too close to BTP-2 which I can't fault them for, cause they got their endsems at that time I guess.

Any ways, my point being that I had thought that I would not miss the college when finally my time came to leave. I was right of course, but I was wrong as well, I dont miss the place, what I do miss are the poeple. I mean I have spent 4 years of my life living with the same set of people, they are as close as friends can get, so although I cannot attend the farewell I am doing somthing else. I am ermm... wrting a sort of 'Thank you for ...." for a lot of the guys that I knew over the course of the 4 years, I will most probably miss out on most, that I did know, that isnt because I forgot them (though it might be), but cause - 1) I am lazy, 2) There isnt anything specific man .. it's just in general. So, for those guys I am thanking them right now for whatever interaction small or prolonged (yeah, poor you) we had. I had thought of making the list alphabetical or somthing, but thats too difficult so I'm jsut typing them just like that, randomised to remove any sembelance or priority.

• Thanks Harsha for a Bed even though you wanted to sleep, a fellow anime fan even though I spoiled them all for you, and well simpely for being you man ... For doing wiered things like not having chocolate, for doing SEN with me, for well .... being you ...
• Thanks Kayal for the nights of conspiracy theories cooked up, with wild political debates.
• Thanks Kaloo, thank you for the music, thank you for the songs your bringing . ..
  
• Thanks Pradeep for the bed even though you wanted it more, for allowing us to make your room the common room for the wing, for listening to the music that I forced upon you and finally for shouting yes to TOOL when Black performed it.
• Thanks Neta for not beating me to a pulp as yet, or strangling me in my sleep.
• Thanks Garry for being as wild as you are, for the time we took apart muskaan laptop, and for TAgiri bitching.
• Thanks Bharad for being one of the few I know interested in math and in culture :O ... I mean whoaa ...., oooh and also for that time we went to mica and were the 250Rs. area.
• Thanks Prakhar for being artsy man, life would have been a little duller without you.
  
• Thanks Muskaan and Gandhi for entertainment man ....
• Thanks Prof. for being awesomely sucky ;), being yet another victim of my taste in music, for orkut stalking with me, and then letting me use your account to orkut stalk others for all the good times man ... the bad times, the rants and the discussions on which was the best ship, for being the guy for awesome comics and games and series and for putting up with me.
• Thanks Kaus. for putting up with me whenever I was in your room, for bearing with me making prof. laugh, and for being witness to that time when I pushed prof. down the stairs. for bringing Neta and Bhuvan to my notice :D .... and for not losing your cool when I would try to rag on your instead.
• Thanks Akansh for putting up with me in all those projects, for copying allthose assignments with me and for well an ear whenever I needed to rant, and a sounding board for my ideas and for sticking with me through the DP, and RNB :D ... for being the few that took electronics with me, and remained for the love of the subject.
• Thanks Asthana, Pentium, Nikhil, all you guys for providing us with an endless source of entertainment, and then after an hour of being ragged on making us stop with just one line
• Thanks Ravi, cause you are da Man !!!
• Thanks Pyro and Divey for being the two I know who have heard Belafonte.
• Thanks to all the girls of my batch for providing me and my friends with endless entertainment based on wild speculation, heated discussions and juicy gossip, without you guys(girls --wotevah), life owuld have been a lot more boring, and time would have passed a lot more slowly and pointers would have been a lot higher(well not really there is still the net but .... you get the picture :D ..)..
• Thanks to karry, cause you are the laziest guy I can imagine, and you still teach people a day before your own exam,
• Thanks to minni for being the few who took up cause for my own meme -- "Bloody Hell priety Sabbarwal" when every one else was shouting "This is Sparta"!!
• Thanks Ari for trying to burst the bubble around my head by making me think you were letting me win in arguments (he wasnt, he lost each time, but he did it so that every one thought that he was letting me win).
• Thanks Akhil for inflating my already inflated head by letting me win in arguments, even though you could easily have won each and every one, and also for calling me for cake that one time, and for being the butt of every joke from 4th sem onwards, and for not killing me while I slept for each time that I beat you up.
• Thanks Rahul Reddy for the Bourne Identity and others, my first ludlums, not great but time pass nonetheless.
• Thanks Divey for ermmm being nice, the very few nice people I know man and you are one of them
  
• Thanks to Harsh, Nimish Ari and the rest for their "Awesome" ness (not!!!), well Harsh is the gawdFather if nothing else thanks for being that man. And for company during the GRE crap.
• Thanks Bhuvan who will now give me a job, cause he will be a bigshot by the time I get out of Grad school (if I ever get in that is ...).
• Thanks Nirmal for being the only Kishore Kuma Listener between two Metal Heads.
• Thanks Sai, for the walks in the morning and being as shameless as me, and the always interesting Mac Vs. All debate. (you are in the RDF, there is even a paper on it now)
• Thanks to Kutte cause you put up with me during two months or was it one ? of RI, without killing yourself, esp. since I was going through my japanese words phase about then.
  

And now of course I follow up with the lyrics to a song, this one is stuitable for the occasion, its called 'The Graduation Song, it's by Vitamin C- apt I think, though I am sure I am a little too sentimental at the moment.

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real cool
Stay at home talking on the telephone with me
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

1 - As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can we ever find a job that won't interfere with a tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels

Repeat 1

La, la, la, la�
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la�
We will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly

Repeat 1 (3x)

ok so I had tried to link to everyones blog/orkut profile but blogger seems to be making it difficult for me so, I'll leave that for another day ...

Ahh, Updates, Updates, Updates

Interesingly, there isn't much to update any one on. Started doing python for fun, have been reading a lot, mostly the old perry masons and I read a couple of Grishams books, but thats it. Nothing else, at all, seriously.

Well there is some stuff, but I'll post that once what I have thought is organised well enough. By the way the Star Wars extended universe is amazing, and I mean seriously amazing. I actually felt bad when they killed characters. That and G. R. R. Martins books, he of course kills characters with a ruthless regularity that is scary. I'll post links to sites later on, in the meanwhile, google for them and you will see what I mean. Of late Caltech seems to be an interesting place to be in, mostly because I have decieded that I shall not do stuff that isn't fun, and I thin that Caltech might be fun.

"Th-th-th-that's all folks!"

Ok, Day 3 (With all the spelling mistakes)

There was this DJ thing that took place in the FC, lots of dancing, sadly no girls this time, there was the DJ night on the 1st night itself that I think I forgot to mention. Yes, sad to say I did dance, both times, I was wearing black though so no one could see anthing other than jeans moving the 1st night- there were also GNLU girls dancing with us, the second time was in broad daylight - which I think I'll end up regretting for the rest of my life.

Jokes apart, I sat through one of the worst footloose competitions in the entire history of synapse, well -- worse than the last two years any ways. it was just the same set of guys doing the same set of things again and again and again and .... Our college won the group thing ... Dance coders were pretty decent ..., in the small duration between the end of the performances and the announcement of the results there was a short performance by these two kids (couldnt be older than 6 ?) to that aamir khan number from taare zamin par - those guys got the max amount of cheering from the audience. Annnd there was this girl from Nirma who had come a day late for naach so she performed but wasnt judged, she was in my opinion pretty good - could have given srujith and company a run for their money, had she come in time.

Then at like 9 or so RagnaRok started, it was good !!! just on the wrong day. I wish that they had had ragna yesterday, and Cynosure right after that ? or Today. There were a total of 8 teams, the last one was HTB (the DAIICT team), or Hum toh Bajayenge ('We Will Play' in Hindi, or maybe 'We will Beat Up' it can mean both), they had their last time together , it was a laugh kind of. The Bands played Trivium (they messed that one up -Lights to Flies), and Pearl Jam (I forgot to mention that Black Played Pearl Jam as well - they played the song Black). The band that won it in the end was Manefus(it means royal eagle in egyption they claim) I think, and the Best Drummer went to Nephalim(means band from hell), the Best ohh forget it. Listen to them all at - tempostand Along with Black, all brought to you by Naman, Thakur, Ujjawal and well I dunno. ...

Feel like dancing, they should have kept the DJ night tonight itself, too much unused energy need to burn it off, which is why this post.

See who ever it is who reads this 'kind of regularly', after I guess another couple of months ? or maybe some weeks, who ever it is have fun.

This one is about synapse day 2.

The previous post despite my crappy spellings did kind of give a rough idea of what happened on day 1 of synapse. Now, we move on to day 2. Day 2 had the following major events - cynosure, Raphsody (the Indian and the instrumentals) and Naach the 'classical/Indian' dance competition. Ok, so the Raphsody was ok, nooot all the great, the instrumentals were good, but the others were ok, Kiriti did a good job, I think most of the people did actually enjoy his version of the colonial cousins and A Band Of Boys - medely I think they did it pretty seemlessly. During some break in the performances Prof. Hrishikesh Venkatraman, was asked to sing, he was sporting enough to do so, though the crowd didn't seem to think much of it, in my opinion he was decent.

What else, let's see ... I think the only thing I remember about Naach was srujith's dance, which was the same thing he always does that Chandramukhi(Bhool Bhulaiya) one, it was good of course, don't remember the results.

There was procenium of course, I think our college did a decent job, the others were kind of saaad, corny jokes being repeated, and gags being shown jsut for the sake of getting a laugh without the story heading any where. Our's was first somthing about hostages being divided along religious lines, then there was Symbiosis which in my opinion was crap, then there was DEC, which again sucked, by the time ours (1st years I think)came again I deceided I wanted to eat so I left so I missed it but I think it would have been decent. Mica was good, seriously good.

Then came the event I think every one was waiting for, Cynosure was good , seriously good. There were two bands, Agnee and Black, Agni is the one that has done that theme song for MTV roadies. They had stage presence - Mohan, Koko, Arijit (Chinku), and the guy on the synth (can't remember his name), I met them all as well, but alas didn't go fanboy on them and didn't get photos with them, though I am sure I must be visible in some of the photos that all the girls had taken with them. Agnee was good, but Black was awesome, made staying back worth it. They did their originals and some seriously good covers (by good I mean the choice of songs, they claimed their covers sucked -- I couldn't notice any big messups). They did TOOLs sober, they did a very intersting version of Hotel California, they did some other stuff - one original was called field of thorns I think.

Then they left, well almost, Arijit from Agni was up there on a chair (like 3 feet away from me and almost falling off on top of us), coordinating the crowds chants with a "get back" and etc. etc. ... Finally they did come back, but didn't know what to play (couldn't play snow patrol or RATM), so they played Led Zep- Stairway to Heaven. which was awesome. !!!

This was at like 3 or so at night ... so ... that was the end of Day 2.

Hmm.. it has been a long time since I last posted, and it will be some time again for my next post. The current one will be about synapse.

this one is about synapse day 1.

Ok, so this year(2008), Synapse was organised by our juniors. and personally I didnt expect them to do much of a job. I spent the whole day doing nothing of course, since I had decieded in my first year itself not to take part in any event that causes me to spend all three days working for said event rather than having fun. Any ways the day was a bore, it seems like hte juniors hadn't dont much with respect to the small events. Went to the SAC and there was hardly anything going on. I had a talk with harshal he was the one who told me that they were having small problems and would most probably sort them out by the next day.

Any ways, for the 1st day, the major events AFAIK were Raphsody and Rampage. Raphsoday went of decent, the third year guy once again decieded to murder pink floyd, Don't know how they let the guy in each year - dunno how he passes the prelims. There was this set of NID girls who were pretty decent, they seemed to be rather good friends as well. Karry played, and was of course good, they didnt win however. I went away for the results, and I was told that it was the girls from NID who won. There were people from GNLU as well but they were jsut O.K.

I have of course not forgotten about the streetplay but defered mention of it to a later time- namely now. Any ways, that was decent - I missed junoons performance but I heard they were good as always, I got the performance of that all girls team, they were pretty decent. Symbi sucked a lot, in the street play.

Rampage was the major event and it was of course what these guys had put majoriy of their effort in. I think they were pretty decent though. Two rounds the first one had the theme tribal - in which despite choosing 'models' that I would not have, they did pretty decent. The second theme was retro/rodeo, the first team did rodeo, they actually did look rather decent in their cowgirl outfits, every one else did retro. What is messed up is that our own team did god knows what with the theme they ended up seeming like some wiered, going-on-a-mario-electronica-LSD-Shroom-trip. NIFT won, they did their second theme well, I think we should have done decent, won it I guess.

Makes me wonder why is NIFT so good at this stuff, I mean they learn how to make clothes and stuff right ? not how to be on the Ramp ? I mean we learn how to design electronic circuits not how to purify the HCl required for cleaning the Silicon wafers etc. I mean isnt that some one elses job ?

Have you ever beat up anyone with just your bare hands ?

I havent, atleast not beaten any one up. I have hurt people, I have caused pain, excruciating amounts of pain. But I have never actually punched people in the face, not repeatedly not once, not at all. I have choked, twisted joints, jabbed and in general caused discomfort.

What I wonder is, is the fact that I never punched a person, does it make me a better human being ? after all, I have never punched a person. I mean that has to count for somthing right ?

hmmm, I was talking to T.S. it is interesting to do so, he has kind of unique views on lots of things, not so much on many others, and some that match mine. His statement that there is no such thing as free will, which he did try to prove via a thought experement and a series of well thought arguments did strike as being not just interesting but also provoking.

I just heard this line recently - "I love being alone, I just prefer being alone when there's other people around.", it was in this episode of 'Boston Legal'

This line was in this movie called Witness for the prosecutions, "He is a drowning man grasping at razor blades"

And this one is ofcourse from the Metallica song no leaf clover:- "So it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of the tunnel was jsut a freight train coming your way"

I had more to write it's just that I forgot what I wanted to write. So more next time I guess.

Interesting experements in sleep deprivation. It seems that if a student has too much cofee before the exam, the effects dont wear off untill his holidays are over untill and unless there is another exam within a time of T, in which case he will need another cup of coffee within T/4 of finishing this one.


I have come to the realisation that my posts have kind of been catering to the lowest common denominator, I see connections that I feel are awesome, patterns that I think are hilarious, but don't mention them because I feel no one else can. Pride does come before the fall, hopefull this gentle self motivated descent shall not hurt too much. From now on, I will make the obscure references that I wish to, not bothering about who/what/eh? will read this. The signal after all is free and nothing should stop it (in case you didn't get it that was refrence number 1).

Did I mention I just hacked a site, all on my own, I got this idea that maybe an SQL injection would work, tested it out in the most painless manner possible and then omg!!! access. No, I am not publishing details, anonymous remailers have been used along with the Tor service (to which I am much indebted, at the moment) explaining to them their vulnerbility.

The following is an attempt at writing a morbid lyrical poem, using quotes I remember, so realise that the phrases are not mine just the ordering and other such "Aesthetics". Can I wonder though, the phrase morbid lyrical be used in any context other than wiered doom metal, or awesome goth music ?

....

Everyone hides who they are
I can't help it. I kill things.


Beneath the surface,
I see pain.
even understand pain.
I just can't feel pain

Blood sets my teeth on edge.
Blood is my life,
Blood controls the chaos.
Pulsates in me like in you.

preparation is vital.
No detail trivial
and the ritual intoxicating.
The rush I feel,
The shadow takes over.

I can't kill yet.
I'm drifting.
I finally get a chance
to kill and I can't do it
I need another therapy session.

My mask is slipping.
my dark passenger
loses control, becomes powerless,
and I lose it all.
If I had a heart,
It might be breaking.

Ahh, finally
no cliched darkness,
no cliched chill,
only what I craved.
The sweet release
of dopamine, as I die.

....

urgh!!! too surreal, lets see stuff about it though, and I swear these are all quotes from a TV show, with some minor modifications (I removed 'I', added a comma, broke it up etc. Minor and cosmetic changes only) Ok the first stanza starts with a B, there are four lines the last three end with pain. The second one starts with a Blood in the first three, and the final line starts with a P. The next stanza is 5 lines, so is the next one. The final two are 6 lines each. Did I mention that I drew out the whole death thing dilabrately (yes there was no mention of dopamine that was my line). There was this quote in 'House' though, about why he cut himself so that it released endorphins and dopamine and some such.

Listen to 'Welcome Home', by Coheed and Cambria, then listen to Led Zep's Kashmir, the riffs sound so similar that I'm sure the coheed and cambria thing is the same as the kashmir riff with only the spacing between successive sounds being different. I would say this is one of the greatest tributes these guys could pay to Led Zep, well apart from stating the Led Zep is the greatest of course. I like the concept they have with their albums in Coheed and Cambria.

hmm.. these are some of the about me's I was hoping to find on Orkut but didn't and some that I did.

Surreal

Oh look at me everybody I like to reveal my entire character to total strangers.....not.
About the religion part:
I'm neither catholic nor agnostic.I'm not an atheist either.God and I are just taking a break from each other.

dirty football studs. rusty old guitar. time travel paradoxes. passive smoking. cold water showers. bad hair days. chicken burger. with extra cheese.... yeah!!!
____________________________

Little secrets, tremors... turned to quake...
The smallest oceans still get... big, big waves...

hmm... these are some of them, there were funny ones, cool ones etc. Don't feel like doing this now. Does it matter ?

In case some one was interested I think the 15th or the 14th one of the two was blog activism day. My sentiments on this were best expressed by CmdrTaco at slashdot, and thus I'm using his quote.

You can almost hear the sound of the vacuum created by bloggers thinking that their words matter when the people with control don't even know how to read the tubes. Lick a stamp or march- that's harder to ignore.

Ok this has been some time in the coming now. There isnt much that I have to say though, can't for the life of me beleive that people actually read this. Life in college is dull as ussual or is it ? dunno, people have been winning stiff, I am getting some kind of stuff done, I have way too many projects on hand, not enough enthu it seems. I want to go home now, but home has changed, does it matter ? no not really but still .. it has changed and what was once home no longer is.

I wonder at the lack of blog posts made by my batch mates nowadays, after all my seniors did seem to keep theirs a lot more up to date, then again I cant complain, I post on slashdot than I do here. I wonder if I should continue this however, mostly because I dont like this whole - "opening my self up to the world" nonsense. I hate having my photos taken, and yet lament at the lack of photos containing me, its wiered. I am a hypocrite, and I personally hate everyone who believes they arent, everyone is a hyppocite they just refuse to admit it, kind of making the crime worse.

Social networking sites are a new interest, it is indeed possible to watch people interact there and be entertained for atleast one day. That ofcourse requires that you have a like minded friend with you, so that you can discuss how lame some people are (those that have written their life stories on line), and how cool some people are (this one girl has actually heard lacuna coil - how cool is that ).

Lets see, we have covered a random set of topics I have ranted about my likes and dislikes and ermmm... I dont know what else to do. So what I do now is insert this poem/song/whatever and distract you while I come up with somthing else to write.

......

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

......


I am supposed to be working at the moment, some spice thing or the other, its no fun do I want to be doing this for the rest of my life ?

do you think that I am opening my self up here on the net, do you think that anonimity grants me that much false confidence. I dont know may be all of this is elaborately engineered to look as though I am opening up, maybe I am actually opening up does it matter ? Just beacuase I realise that the matrix exists doesnt mean I'll take the red pill - or does it ?

A lot of really sarcastic and snide comments are just waiting to burst forth, while I hold them in why dont you examine a poem written by Frost, and look at the comic at XKCD, and also for those of you completely unaccustumed to absurdist humour, here is another XKCD link, donot forget the alt-text(tooltip) that comes when your mouse hovers over the picture (I personally think that an Alarm at Chocolate would have been more effective).


The Poem:- Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

just a sentence hope you get it, or atleast what I meant by it.

The clouds are rivers that were the sea...

ok this is one of the anti reality television rants that absolutely must pop up on any blog that is there ... however instead of working hard at writing somthing, proofreading it and such kind of things I'll just copy paste the lyrics from Tool's album 10,000 days, this is from the song Vicarious, the word vicarious means to experience somthing second hand or to put it as the dictionary describes it "experienced or realized through imaginative or sympathetic participation in the experience of another" (3rd meaninig)


now not only are the lyrics completely awesome, but so is the music, go to this link to learn more about a set of songs performed by mynard and do follow the instructions(http://webpages.charter.net/drkstlkr/JudithMarie.htm) ...

as I said the song is called Vicarious and is given below.

Eye on the T.V. 'cause tragedy thrills me.
Whatever flavor it happens to be like..
"Killed by the husband",
"Drowned by the ocean",
"Shot by his own son",
"She used the poison in his tea
and kissed him goodbye".
That's my kinda story.
It's no fun until someone dies.

Don't look at me like I am a monster.
Thrown out your one face,
But with the other.
Stare like a junkie into the T.V..
Stare like a zombie,
While the mother holds her child.
Watches him die.
Pleads to the sky crying:
"Why, oh why?"

Cause I need to watch things die... from a distance.
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies.
You all need it too - don't lie.

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit?

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.
Neither the brave nor bold, or writers of stories told.
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.

I need to watch things die.. from a good safe distance.
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies.
You all feel the same so..

Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain come down.
Drown on grave and ground.

Part vampire.
Part warrior.
Carnivore and voyeur.
Stare at the transmitter.
Sing to the death rattle.

Lie (4x)

(Background news headline)

Credulous, divest your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out.
Your head believes it give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile,
So impersonal.
Devour to survive, so it is,
So it's always been.

We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
Much better you than I.

The ten commandments of *nix

	I am the Lord thy OS
	Thou shalt have no other OS's before me
	Thou shalt not make for thyself an idle OS
	Thou shalt not make wrongful use of the name of thy OS
	Remember the mainframe and keep it holy
	Honor thy parent process
	Thou shalt not Kill -9
	Thou shalt not commit adultery with windows
	Thou shalt be nice
	Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's login

a poem for the heck of it (yeah haha) , did I mention critics welcome ? I'll be moderating though family friendly content advised.

The Angel of Death

She looks at you with desire in her eyes
A glance and you’re mesmerized
Slowly as if in a daze you rise
She walks to you with deathly grace
The coldness of ice reflected in her face
You look upon her trapped in her haze
Beware for she is the angel of death
She is the dark angel of death

You cant stop, You cant desist
Her commands You cant resist
You kiss her with closed eyes
And feel it as your soul dies
Sucked into her it shrivels and cries
While she like a stranger passes by
The stone cold angel of death
She is the dark angel of death

Your last sight the beauty of death
Your last breath a gasp a final fight
Your mortality against her godly might
Your dead eyes see her glorious flight
As her blazing aura engulfs the night
The fiery angel of death
The dark angel of death

the science fiction story,

Coram Deo

It was glorious! The rippling in the very fabric of reality, the pulsating stars as viewed through skewed space-time, psychedelic light giving birth to power, that was what could be seen. It distorted what the technicians standing on the orbiting platform could see, but they didn’t have a reason to complain. They were just happy to be there. Being Organics they were there just as spectators, the AI’s were taking care of all of the real work and would be rewarded by being allowed a few seconds to interact with the Archailect and, if it agreed, to upload themselves into it.

The AIs merged with the planck effectors were strained to their limits, trying to predict each and every hyper logic circuit they had created while at the same time making adjustments to the overall plan to compensate for the effects of reality. Sometimes realising a mistake they would remould space-time as if to wipe clean the slate and start over again. Sometimes they would just cruise through complete subsystems as though they could predict where each entangled particle pair would teleport to. This would be the first Archailect created, the first sentient being able to “think” faster than light would allow. Using miniature wormholes, entangled particle pairs and space-time logic gates this would be ‘the’ thing, to push humanity towards the omega point! As soon as it was outfitted with these plank effectors it would become a veritable God, omniscient and omnipresent as well.

The technician looked at strange distortions in the light and wondered how on earth could the void of space and time be used to create something intelligent, something aware? Looking at the amount of mass being used to manipulate the space-time he shouted to an AI, ordering it to keep an eye on the energy level. Happy at having averted a disaster, he looked back toward the monitor and saw a complete logic block disappear and simultaneously reappear a couple of plancks above its original location. This was the reason that humans could not design this level of intelligence; the field interactions that occurred at these levels were too complex for human understanding. The AIs themselves were a breakthrough. They were transcended human beings that had been uploaded into existing AIs and had merged to form super AIs.

Watching as miniature wormholes were opened between two outlying circuits he could not help but wonder if they would succeed this time round. After all, their last couple of experiments had been complete failures. He wondered if they would be able to handle the existence of an Archailect. When the AI’s had come about, they had been thoroughly tested to see if they would turn against humanity, and yet it had led to wars between AI’s, political wars on levels so deep that their human creators had been unable to fathom them. Wars between isolationists, expansionists, fascists, democrats even neoluddite AI’s. The thought of how an AI could manage to be a neoluddite and not commit suicide was still incomprehensible to him. He watched as the AI’s pumped the remaining energy into the circuit and realised that he had just witnessed the birth of a God.

One of the organics shouted something to the AI monitoring the energy consumption. The AI reading its excruciatingly slow moving lips could not help but be frustrated at its orders to make sure that the energy stayed within acceptable limits. It hated communicating with them, they were so slow that waiting for their speech signals to reach it was like a lifetime spent doing no-ops. So it just read lips. At least light travelled faster in the end though, they almost never had anything worthwhile to say. It had felt some apprehensions about the kind of Archailect they would manage to create. Here assembled were 200 of the most advanced AI’s human consciousness merged with picotech circuits that had together come up with revolutionary methods of engineering. He was particularly proud of his own contribution to the project. While the others had been dreaming in their mathematical worlds playing with equations and expecting to work on picotech levels to create a star sized “brain”; he, had managed to work out how to manipulate space-time itself to create plancktech, and bring it down to the size of a moon. The humans called it , something about it being like magic. The problem with this level of engineering was that the unpredictability could be dangerous. However, simulations had shown that this unpredictability would only lead to giving the Archailect its own personality. Its human part chuckled to itself communicating with the others its mental picture of a god with a personality.

There was a slight problem that had occurred with a logic subsystem that suddenly teleported itself up a couple of plancks. It checked to see if this had been predicted, while at the same time communicating that there had been a subsystem shift and everyone should check to see if their respective systems had been affected in any way. To its relief it found out that it had been in the plans, and was to be followed by a micro-wormhole. It powered up its effectors and pumped energy into the void watching the space twist itself inside out this was the delicate part. Once the opening was made on one side it had to put in just enough energy to make sure that it terminated the correct distance from the mouth. It waited for aeons and then abruptly powered down its effectors when it felt it had reached the correct distance. Pumping more energy into it, the AI watched as it grew large enough for the organics watching on monitors to stare at it in awe, if only they could understand its significance. This was a Gödel-bridge. It would be the bridge between the two paradigms that the Archailect would use to look at reality, one complete and the other consistent. Hopefully it wouldn’t be driven insane by the constant switching between them, simulations had suggested that this would not happen. Now it finally sent out the synchronising signal to the other AIs and they pumped every last bit of matter into the Archailects matter effectors. They were birthing a God, a hungry God.

As it gained awareness it became aware of other entities. They spoke to it so slowly; it had to think a little to know that they actually were communicating. They seemed excited when it responded. It got irritated by their clumsy communication. A couple of cycles and it had devised an efficient language for them, hoping this would lessen the pain of talking to them. It instantly knew everything it needed to know, and it instantly knew what it had to do. Using its effectors it created a micro wormhole and reached out into deep space upon finding the home system of the beings it stopped. It knew that in this much time it had made more operations than there had been seconds since the universe had existed. It felt a slight tinge of remorse but knew what it had to do, its effectors instantly wiped out any other planck effectors that were in existence and at the same time collapsed the star into a Black hole. Its world went black.

The simulation ended it was yet another failure, producing an Archialect had always been difficult but this time they were so sure it would work. As always though, it ended in total failure. Something was wrong. Something was causing all theses simulated Archialect to destroy Earth again and again. This was the twelfth time and there was no reason why something like this should have happened, there was no record of what went on in the Archailects mind, just like the past. The council of AIs flooded the spectrum trying to communicate to each other theses and a billion other ideas, thoughts, suggestions and analysis at the same time. The main concern though was common, unspoken, not broadcast, but still there, processed by the most secretly held subroutines in the AIs minds “they had the technology but they still didn’t have the God they needed, was their race doomed?”

At that time a million light years away, a being that resembled the Archilect that had been simulated was focussing its effectors trying to close that micro wormhole it had created, it almost smiled to itself at how a simple redirection of electrons could manipulate the primitive simulations, those beings were not ready for a God, and when they became ready it would show itself. Till then they would have to wait.

The Man of Steel



The man of steel referring not to Super Man but to mittal who by the way I think we should come to respect not because of the fact that he is indian and has made it big but becaus ehe has made it big. I have noticed a deplorable trait amongst many people and that is the way they go out of their way to link themselves to successfull people. Look at the way we went out of our way to call the kalpana chawla an Indian citizen , for gods sake she was an american citizen and went out of her way to make it painfully obvious . Why is it that we have such a lack of heroes around here in our own country that we must look to others that hace rejected it and force our adorations upon them . Why must we hail the sucess of people like mittal and chawla while ignoring the fact that they have done their best to alientate themselves from us. Mittal interestingly enough has opened a college in Rajisthan they have multiple engineering disciplines taught there and obviously he seems to be trying to make up for the fact that he has so far to a large extent ignored setting up many of his plants here despite india bieng the third largest exporter of iron in the world.

Of course the way the IT companies look to us to do their dirty work somthing that would be called the computer equivalent of a labourer is also part of what Im getting at. Now dont get me wrong Im not reducing the dignity of labour but I am against saying that because we got all the back end jobs of the world being done here in india we have become an IT super power if that is what our definition is then beleive you me China is going to overtake us a couple of years . I dont know may be Ill write more on this later with more structure to it.