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Tidbits from the wee hours of 2009

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on January 1, 2009
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Snippets of the last two weeks in Roseville, CA!

  • Heard the same old repetitive jokes from my uncle. Plus a few PJs too.
  • Made my aunt the scapegoat for most of my jokes. I still haven’t stopped joking about her driving. Curiously, she was silent whenever I made fun of her.
  • Apart from that, I was subject to the usual blah-blah of my aunt almost every day.
  • Managed to embarrass myself when asked to crack a PJ. Neeraja and Arun came for dinner, and my cousin told them that I say worse PJs than my uncle (which is not actually correct). Then Neeraja asked me to crack a PJ, and I completely chickened out when I was put in the spotlight. PJs are meant to come out spontaneously and naturally. Neeraja called me “Dubakoor” (which only Tamilians will understand), and I grinned sheepishly.
  • Missed Teena and Sathiq again. I was planning to take a train to Santa Clara and meet them. But they have gone to India.
  • Drove through the Sierra Nevada, and saw real snow on the ground. It was unbelievably bright.. almost blinding. And I had forgotten to take my sunglasses. We had to turn back because my cousin started feeling altitude sickness. I was more than happy, nevertheless, because all I wanted was to see snow.
  • Learned to play Golf finally. But I think I’m not that good in Golf. Anyway, I’m gonna practise once I reach university.
  • 2 lunches, 1 dinner. Got to meet a lot of new people.
  • I got confirmation that I’m bloody brilliant. I won’t tell you the context. It would be showing off.
  • My habit of having new hobbies and getting bored of them easily continued. I got bored of changing my blog theme, and created a half-boiled one.
  • Saw “Slumdog Millionaire” twice (once in a theater). It is an awesome movie (Except for a scene which was gross).

It snowed!

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on November 19, 2008
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It seemed a normal enough day today, when I went out to the bus stop just outside my apartment to catch the “Greek Village” bus to my work. It was 12.30pm. The temperature was around 40 F(5 C) when I last checked.

I went out. It was really colder compared to yesterday. I had to wear my gloves to save my palms from getting numb. There was the familiar and boring whoosh sound as cars and trucks sped by.

Then it suddenly turned into a dreamland. A hint of something white! What looked like tiny cotton pieces falling from thin air! It was snowing!

This was the first snowfall I have witnessed in my life; I was beaming, and I could keep my composure well within limits, although I did that Bill Murray-ish strut, which was a visible indication that I was so excited. I have never been happier in several months. So I just decided to share my happiness with my poor blog, which I have been neglecting since I started my grad studies.

I couldn’t take a video of this historic moment, but history will repeat itself, so I’ll take a video and post it the next time it snows.

Now, I have a tag from the one and only Miladysa - a tag called Random & Weirdly Meme. It is a bit weird that I keep getting tags about weird things everytime, but everyone is allowed to be weird once or twice, so it is not really weird to be weird.

The rule is to share 7 facts about yourself - some random, some weird.

#1 - I saw snow for the first time in my life today. (What else were you expecting as first fact?)

#2 - One of my favorite hobbies while in school was inventing nicknames with my cousin to bully my younger brother. I can remember about 20 different names from the top of my head now, but I’m sure there were more. My favorite one must be NKVKMKM, which had a very interesting full form. I won’t disclose it here.

#3 - I used to steal buttermilk from the refrigerator as a kid. The habit hasn’t died till date. Even today, I prefer drinking buttermilk when nobody’s watching.

#4 - I scored an almost high 28 on an online Asperger Syndrome test, but I don’t believe it.

#5 - I am really (unbelievably) bad at Cricket. I can’t play well, and I don’t follow cricket.

#6 - I’ve been using the same wrist watch for 11 years now. And I don’t even like it.

#7 - Weekends in Raleigh are boring because I don’t have a car, and there’s no public transit on weekends.

Now tagging 7 people is the part I don’t like. So I tag everyone who reads this. :P

In the Wolfpack

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on September 10, 2008
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Three weeks in Raleigh and two weeks into classes, and I’m blogging only now. It’s not that I’m too lazy. I’m getting too much of work. Anyway, I’ll try to summarize about all interesting events from my flight from India to present.

Double Trouble

Chris Tucker (Carter) accidentally punches Jackie Chan (Lee) instead of the Chinese goons.
Carter: Sorry man!
Lee: [Holds nose painfully] Carter!
Carter: Y’all look alike, man!
- Rush Hour 2

The flight from Mumbai to San Francisco was uneventful, except for two three facts.

1. There was a lady who sat in the window seat in the same row as me. I chose an aisle seat, as I wanted to walk every now and then. She was trying to talk to me in Telugu. I told her (with a smirk which was brimming with arrogance) that I am a master of 5 languages, listed them and asked her to talk in any one. But she wouldn’t speak in any language other than Telugu. Finally, I had to resort to sign language. But the Jhansi Ki Rani that she was, she wouldn’t give up, and preferred talking in Telugu to sign language. I wondered how this lady was able to travel alone to US, not knowing any language other than Telugu. I gave up and tried to ignore her. But she was hell-bent on talking to me and kept nagging me. I found an easy way out of this. I would sheepishly grin and nod for whatever she said. (without, of course, knowing whether she was asking something, or swearing at me!) How I wished my brother was around, because I’m pretty sure that he understands a bit of Telugu! (for reasons no one knows)

I got the answer about 5 minutes later. She was traveling with her niece, who got transferred to the middle seat from some other seat, as it was empty. They had got two seats far apart and wanted it together. I learnt from the niece that the lady had been asking me if I would switch seats with her niece all along. Now think how stupid you would have looked if you just nodded and grinned for that question!

2. I saw too many face resemblances in the flight and in Shanghai, that my head started spinning. I saw, sitting across the aisle, a guy who looked strikingly similar to Manoj Night Shyamalan, a point which I didn’t hesitate to tell him, as we talked during the layover in Shanghai. I saw a girl who looked like a brunette Mary Pierce. I saw a guy who looked like Masi Oka (The actor who portrays Hiro Nakamura in the series “Heroes”), in Shanghai.

But the surprises were not yet over. I almost lost my balance when I saw someone who looked like ME!!! As I recovered from that shock, I realized that I was looking at my own reflection in the lavatory mirror.

3. I finished another reading of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the only book that I carried to US.

Good Ol’ Roseville

Nothing interesting happened over the course of my 10 day stay at my uncle’s home. Both my uncle and aunt were working overtime because of their workload, so I was all alone at home most of the days. One interesting thing was that I was feeling completely comfortable on this visit to US. It didn’t look awe-inspiring as it did in my first visit. Maybe the novelty had worn off.

In Raleigh

Finally I was in NCSU. The campus looked good. They have a very good transportation system, called the Wolfline. (NCSU folks are called the “Wolfpack”. So most things here have some mention of wolves.) The night time bus service is called “Werewolf”. And there is a dance coaching going on, called “Dances with the wolves”. Nice, huh?

However, Raleigh downtown disappointed me. It looks so sleepy that I don’t wanna visit that place again.

Hike!

One thing I really wanted to do after coming here was learn American Football. Not that I had any intention to increase the number of bones in my body or decrease the number of teeth, but I thought it was cool. I got the chance during our international student welcome dinner. It was fun, except for the dinner! Being a vegetarian, I hardly had any options; all I had were garlic bread, fruit salad, a snack with fried cheese balls with jalapenos inside, and coke! (That’s not too much, by my standards). Each person could register for one “fun game”. I signed up for American Football without even checking other ones.

We set out to the lawn outside after dinner. There were two American students to teach us. It was fun big time. I was in the offense, and unfortunately I was one of the linemen. (or whatever they are called.) So my job was to stop the guy in defense from reaching the quarterback. You couldn’t get a tougher guy for the job, mind you! So there I was, being tackled ruthlessly. I fell down couple of times, and I even tackled one. But he turned out to be one on my team. But it indeed prove that I was strong enough.

After that, we went in, sweating all over, for the next round of sweating, which was called Line Dancing. Let me tell you that I’m a dud at dancing. Singing on stage, and rocking the stage is an art which comes naturally to me. But I can’t dance to save my life. However, the line dancing concept made a dancer out of me, and I really enjoyed it. Don’t ask me to dance now. I forgot.

Carrot Heads and Paisley Eyes

As if we hadn’t had enough, there was this ECE/CSC bash on Tuesday. But unfortunately, the welcome bash was washed away in the rain. It was raining non-stop, killing all the fun. To top it all, the only vegetarian food that was provided was salad. SALAD!!! Why the hell was I wasting my time eating salad? And they had icecream. Yeah! As if I’m crazy enough to have an ice cream during cold weather. Apparently, I am crazy, because I did have ice cream. After that, I quickly escaped from there in a wolfline bus. The only thing worth mentioning is the moment when I was taken aback when I suddenly saw a guy with what looked like grated carrots planted on his head. And I’m not exaggerating. It was orange.

I won’t say much about the paisley eyes. I saw them the next day which was otherwise bland with boring lectures. I think I’m smitten.

Hitch

One day when I was returning from my part-time job, there were a couple of people shooting something with their camera. And they were shooting 5 second videos with students as amateur actors. They would choose the best ones around the country and use it in their ad. And they were giving free T-shirts to whoever agreed to act. All you had to do was say a smooth pickup line. They had a list of lines, including the Hitch dialogue, “I noticed it just now, but you look a lot like my next girlfriend”.Now who wouldn’t want a free T-shirt? So I jumped in.

Here’s what I said, “Is your last name Gillette? Because you are the best a man can get!” How’s that for a pickup line?

That’s about what happened here till now. Oh yeah.. we had another party for Indian students. I’m overwhelmed! A major disappointment was that the release of Half-Blood Prince is postponed to July. Plus, I’m in love with the songs of Rock On. One of these days I will sing “Sindbad the Sailor” with our band.

Behold the new hairdo!

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As the wind was riffling my hair, I thought….

What the hell? I hate wind riffling my hair.

PS: This is what I meant when I told Rain Tree that I experiment with my haircut!

PPS: Someone asked me whether I went to Tirupati when they saw me. I replied that I went to the local barber shop :D

And the reason is…

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on July 4, 2008
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I just remembered about my blog which was gathering dust. It has been more than a month.

Anyway, I wrote in my last post about quitting my job. The reason for that is something which I had been contemplating for more than a year. I am following the footsteps of some of the fellow bloggers in my blogroll and going to get Permanent Head Damage.
Well.. it’s a different field, in Electrical Engineering, but you got the drift.

I will be traveling on 23rd of this month. 10 days at my uncle’s home in Sacramento, CA. Then I’ll be back to academics at North Carolina State University. Wish me luck!

There was a reason I didn’t mention this earlier. I thought I’d better wait until my visa is approved.

Meanwhile, I’m enjoying my 2 month vacation in Palakkad.

Game Over

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on May 13, 2008
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That’s it!
I did it and it’s over!
I am back in the state of being unemployed, after 4 long years.
3 years with Batwings*, and I didn’t feel any “normal” emotion (i.e. sadness or elation or anxiety) when I quit my company.

I could not help myself from posting this video, because this symbolizes my exit really well. Think of my company as the sinking boat and me as Jack Sparrow. (Sorry.. Captain Jack Sparrow)
Sorry if I’m showing this video to some of you for the umpteenth time; I just can’t get it out of my head.
Oh… the company really is a sinking boat, because it has been losing market share for quite some time now.
And I really am indifferent about all that.

Of course, I have other intentions with my career, of which I’ll write in a later post.

* Not the real name of the company. But if you can guess it from the name, good for you!

C’est La Vie

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on April 22, 2008
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I got a topic to blog about (Finally, after more than a month!)
And quite obviously, it is about another round of troubles. For some reason, I often find myself in trouble through the most bizarre ways.

It all started when I went to HDFC Bank to pay the fee for a US Visa Interview (VI). I filled up my name as it should have been (and I thought it was, until 5 seconds later!) in the passport. But the snake eyes of the clerk, who matched it with my passport, found out that I had written my name wrong. According to my passport, I had no Given Name. My entire name was my surname. So I was wrong about my name all along. He told me that if I don’t fill up my name as in passport, there will be a problem in my VI. It was all weird since I have once traveled to USA with this passport, and by giving my name as it should have been. Evidently enough, my B1 visa had my name correct. The Given Name field indeed was Deepak here. It was funny that nobody had noticed that till now. I failed to notice the discrepancy for a whole 9 years.
The clerk suggested that I write my name like in passport in all matters henceforth. I didn’t think so. I didn’t want strangers to call me Mr. Deepak Ranganathan, and my friends to call me “” (I don’t know how to pronounce a nullity of characters)

I told him I’m not paying the fee. He asked me the quintessential question of modern day bankers, “Why Sir?”

Like in
Telephone caller: Hello sir, we are offering an excellent personal loan for you.
Me: Not interested
Caller: Why Sir?

“I’d rather change my name in the passport before scheduling the VI”, I replied.

So I was here in Palakkad, for a vacation of 10 days, one of my mission objectives being the change I have to make in my passport. The lesser objective was to be a couch potato at home, which would have succeeded, if not for the constant power cuts which made sure that I moved around so that I didn’t sweat.

On Tuesday, I set off on my crusade to the passport office - a grueling journey of 3 hours in shaky buses with little padding on the seats and not enough room for your legs. It was close to 10am by the time I reached there. The queue was already a gargantuan slithering python. Slowly it moved until there were about 10 people ahead of me. It was 1pm. Closing time already. We pleaded and cried to the lady at the counter. It was just a matter of 12 more people. She was ruthless when she asked us to come back the next day. After having so many trysts with trouble, I should have seen this coming. I start to wonder if a little optimism is a dangerous thing. It seems like that to me. Murphy’s law is a fundamental principle around which the world revolves.

The next day, I caught the 5am bus, so that I will be in the forefront in the queue. Luckily enough, I was about 20th (!) in the queue at 8 am. The counter opened at 9am, I filed my application by about 10, and I was told I could collect my passport back at 3.30pm. I had to kill time till then. ( Wandering aimlessly in Malappuram was better than a bus journey to and fro) I had my breakfast, then went to an autowallah and asked him to take me to any cinema where a good movie was running. Unfortunately (again!), there was only one where a morning show was there. The movie was “Malabar Wedding”. I hadn’t even heard of it until then. As my luck would always have it, the movie was a bore, except for a few scenes which were humorous. There were like 10 people in the entire theater.

It was about 2pm now. I went back and waited in the passport office. By 4, I was back in the return bus. Later that day, I couldn’t sleep on my back, nor could I stand up. My buttocks hurt because of 12 hours of journey in the last two days. My feet hurt because of hours of standing in the queue. But, as a consolation, I got my passport corrected.

I’m not frustrated by the whole incident. I think I have found an equilibrium with the whole trouble-seeking phenomena. Nowadays, I just blog about the trouble I faced, with an air of a connoisseur carelessly using French terms to philosophize. Sigh! That’s life!

Quarter Century

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on March 4, 2008
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Enough said!

Right is back

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on November 27, 2007
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I am partially back in action. A successful surgery at Hosmat and I am back in Palakkad now, to take rest. But being the internet buff that I am, I couldn’t ignore the call of my PC and the internet. So here I am, typing with one and a half hands, a quarter of a bone less and 13 stitches in my inner elbow.

I had quite some revelations about my conditions as well as about some of my friends through the course of this recent development. First of all, this was not a cyst and was some other “benign lesion”. It was nevertheless harmless, because, well, it was benign. The doctors just removed the head of my radius bone instead of grafting a bone from somewhere else. That spared me another cut in my body. Anyway, I had my surgery on Friday, hand was on cast for one day, I was discharged on Saturday evening and a couple of the nurses were pretty.

I was feeling a little underweight because of the piece of bone which was removed, but it was quickly compensated by the weight of the minuscule facial hair which sprang up in a matter of 3 days. After discharge, I came back to Palakkad, supposedly to take rest, but I’m taking everything but rest here. That includes taking pills, taking occasional punches from my brother for bullying him and taking food with my left hand. I have become adept at eating with left hand of late. Guess it is only a matter of time before I become ambidextrous.

I got bored easily, watching the idiot box, so I decided to clear my backlog with mails and Google Reader. But I was flabbergasted when I saw the number of unread posts in my Google Reader. It was a tad less than 100 in 5 days. Now I have to work hard to read all those. Plus I have a pending tag.

Another important thing that I found out was who really cared about me. I found out that some people who I thought were friends, were not my friends, after all. Honestly, all that would have taken to show some sign of concern, was a phone call. I’m not whining here. I’m just thankful that there was one good thing about my condition - I could separate the wheat from the chaff.

A series of unfortunate events

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Thursday, 8th November - 0600 hrs
So I was taking a break from work for 11 days. Let’s just call it a vacation at my native. My agenda - Diwali on 8th, Kalpathi Ratholsavam over the next week, and a visit to Chelakkara, my mother’s native place, after about 10 years.

This has been my most expensive trip home so far. I had to take a flight to Coimbatore and my dad came about 50km to pick me up. The reason - No train or bus tickets were available as it was peak time. Forget peak time, you won’t get tickets to Kerala even on normal months. I remember seeing 93 seats available on the first day of booking (that is 60 days before the journey date), and it quickly went into wait list in 15 minutes. Traveling from Bangalore to Palakkad (or to any part of Kerala, for that matter) is a pain in the butts, mostly because you have to take a bus (because there are only a couple of direct trains) and your butts will indeed be painful by the time you reach home.

Deprived of all cheaper means of going home, I thought of taking my car. That would be a drive of 7 hours. But my mom thought that was a bad idea (Read: “Forget it! You are not taking your car alone for such a long distance.”) It almost seemed as if she sensed that I was in Diesel Mode of late. Diesel Mode is the term given by my friends to my random rushes of adrenalin wherein I drive my car like a race car driver when I find stretches of road where there is not much traffic and there is no risk of people crossing the road, for instance the Inner Ring Road or the Mysore Road. The name is derived from the role of Vin Diesel in The Fast and the Furious. Anyway, my mom said “No car. Period.” So I took a flight, shelling out about 2000 bucks more than what I’d spend for a train ticket.

The flight duration was 1 hour. I was wondering why it took so long, given that it is not even one third the distance between Bangalore and Delhi. I made up a theory. Coimbatore was so close that the plane would have passed Coimbatore and gone further South by the time it gained altitude. So it had to turn around to land in Coimbatore.

Mathematically speaking,
Optimum Altitude/Rate of altitude gain of the plane < Distance to Coimbatore/2*Ground speed of plane

The flight was supposed to be uneventful, but as it would always be the case with me, it was eventful. The event was that I got two free sandwiches and a coffee from Kingfisher. The “unevent” was that I got those not in the flight, but in the airport, because the flight was delayed by 2 hours, owing to the shortsightedness of the Coimbatore lads. (They said the visibility was only 600 feet and they couldn’t see farther than that. This is called shortsightedness or myopia.)

Thursday, 8th November - 1100 hrs
The 45 minute journey from Coimbatore to Palakkad was uneventful, except for the event that I immediately sensed it when we crossed the state border to Kerala as it started getting bumpy due to potholes in the National Highway. Anyway, the journey was over in a jiffy. All I did was talk. I talked to my brother, talked to my dad. Funnily enough, they didn’t talk to me much. My brother said I didn’t give them a chance to talk. One of the few things that I remember my dad saying was, “Watch out… there’s the bull temple.” There was a Shiva temple with a huge bull statue by the Highway. And my dad and mom always made it a point to say “Watch out… there’s the bull temple,” as we used to pass by. You’d usually get bored having seen it so many times in life. But not my parents. My mom may even ask to turn back to have a look, if she misses it by any chance. (I don’t know whether this has happened any time.)
Thursday, 8th November - 1230 hrs
As I reached home, I had to add something else to my agenda. Designing the system that my brother was doing for his final year project. He didn’t know what the hell a design was. He would say he has done something and I just have to refine it, while in fact he would not have done anything. He would ask me about UML. Don’t ask me what UML is, because I honestly don’t know anything about it. When I tell this to my brother, he’d just ask me to tell him whatever I know. He sounds like a Project Manager at times. I get annoyed, but he gets a backing from mom, “Help him da. Who else does he have to turn to?”
“Oh right.. Engineering is a subject like the Hindi you teach. It is so simple that a Electronics Engineer can solve the doubts of a Computer Engineer.”
“I would help him if only I knew.”
“But I don’t know either”
My brother interrupts, “Look..you just have to draw a component diagram, explain each module and their interactions. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I ask, “What else is left for you to take care of? Correcting grammatical errors?”
My brother says, “No. MS Word will take care of that!”
I roll my eyes.So I was not spared this time either. My brother was bugging me when I wanted to rest in peace. Not inside a coffin, mind you.

Friday, 9th November - 1800 hrs
Diwali went on with some minor attractions like me showing off by lighting crackers in my bare hand and throwing them to burst them in the air. The next day I went to a concert in Kalpathi. I and my mom decided to walk the distance. By the time we reached Grandma’s house, I was really thirsty. No points for guessing the reason. I was talking all the way. You’ve heard “Walk the talk” but I apparently believed in “Talk the walk”. The concert was not very impressive, so we returned home soon.
Saturday, 10th November - 0900 hrs
The next day was a turning point in my vacation and in writing this post. I was not finished with half of my agenda. But as fate would have it, I’m forced to wind up this post midway. I don’t remember what went through my mind when I decided to take a couple of pull-ups in the bedroom loft. That I am not very heavily built, and can take only two pull-ups at most, is a fact which I forgot. (On second thought, this is what was going through my mind when I did that act which can be deemed extremely unnecessary and foolish.) I pulled myself up; when I reached the pinnacle, a piercing pain grew in my right elbow, and I immediately let go. I was literally slithering in the bed due to excruciating pain for the next 2 minutes. After the pain subsided, I noticed that it still was extremely painful whenever I twisted my arm. I was not able to eat with bare hands; I had difficulty in brushing my teeth. I was horrified. What happened to my right arm? I went to the hospital, and found out from the doctor that a cyst has developed in my elbow. It was probably there for some time, but the pain developed when the bone was exerted. I have to get it removed through surgery. I’ll get admitted soon. The doctor advised me not to type, but I wanted to publish this post, although it is incomplete. So I changed the title and am posting it now.I will update after my surgery. This is a very minor surgery, but please pray for me.