Thursday, December 27, 2007

Shopping Cart Software


Ashop Commerce is an ecommerce software that can be used by webmasters to integrate their online transaction stores with a shopping cart. It is based in the US, and provides hosted shopping cart software. Ashop's shopping cart software is an award winning software, and many American online merchants manage their businesses through this one shopping software.

The website has prominent links which you can follow to try out a demo with an online store, or check out the features of the shopping cart software, and also view the pricing plans and choose as per the need of the online store owner. The software is flexible as one can manage it easily, customize the design, update content, accept credit cards, etc. Ashop's software is now regarded as America's most intuitive software. The home page provides a list of six reasons why you should chose Ashop's software, and they are very compelling indeed. It is also very search engine friendly.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Highway to hell



At last I managed to pester my dad to allow me to drive the car on the highway on the way back from Vellore today. It was a few kilometers past Rathnagiri and I took hold of the wheel, and depressed the accelerator and roared down the road, and was nearly doing eighty in the third gear. Dad screamed at me to stop and drive more slowly, and I accelerated slower. Then he gained confidence in me and let me progress up to a 100 kmph. He kept up with a running commentary which was a little irritating, but then one can't have the best of everything. It was just short of Sriperumbudur when he took over from me again.

Please always wear seat-belts while travelling in a car if it is available. People just don't know how useful it is.

Wiyoats.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Boat Angel

Boat Angel is an organisation that works towards providing charity to those who need it in a very unique way. What you have to do is to donate boat. Yes. Donate your boat. It can be in any condition, and they make a serious effort towards picking it up without any hassles to you. They are serious about their charity work, and know that charitable people in this world are few and far in between and so they no enough to treat them with respect. Angel Ministries tries to change the world through innovative partnerships and vehicle processing. It works really simple. All you have to do is to call their toll free number or fill out a form online. They make out a receipt and send it to you via email, and also send a disposable camera so that you can snap pictures of your boat and send it back to them. Then they list it at charityboatsales.org and if your boat does not sell within six to eight business days, they pay to have your boat stored! You even get to chose the charity you wish to be served by the proceeds from the sale of your boat. They also have created a set of Children's Animation DVDS that they distribute absolutely free of charge, shipping included. So, if you wake up at night with an impulse thinking, "I must donate my boat, I really am not a good sailor", you know where to look.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

I found this today

http://www.amigamccc.org/journal/0709cour.htm

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

What's wrong?

Having completed three and a half years of study at my college, I have come to my own conclusions about where we go wrong. It's always been a great place to study in, and it will always be a great place to study in, but there are a few essential points where my college went wrong when they began, and a few points where the affiliating university itself went wrong.

I read somewhere (I think it was in the Hindu Education Plus) that our model of affiliation is based on the affiliation system that was adopted by universities in the UK in the 1880s, and abandoned three years later. However, why we insist on following that model even now, remains to be seen.

My college has a no capitation fee policy. They are very strict about this, they absolutely do NOT charge anyone any extra fees regardless of whether they came in through the single window system or by separate application, they have huge boards proclaiming this policy on the campus, have it running on marquees on websites and stuff. Now such a policy is great if you are a parent wanting to admit your child to a "reputed" engineering college and do not want to end up paying through your nose. Therefore, this policy would have been a great attraction to people whose kids did not have too good marks, but needed to get into an engineering college, when the college was started, some thirteen years ago. However, what they did not realize is the consequent cash loss they'd have to incur.

Since they do not charge capitation fees, they cannot boast of the funds that some other engineering colleges can boast of. This lack of funds results in lower salaries to members of the staff compared to other colleges, and especially in departments like computer science, where the man power fight is against software companies, and colleges, frankly are no match against their lures. Now, to bring about the quality education that engineering colleges boast about in their advertising material, there must be an incentive for people who are knowledgeable in required fields to come and teach. Money is the bet incentive, and in not getting capitation fees and making extra money, my college loses out on gaining that edge. And so, "for greater good" colleges should make accepting capitation fees part of their admission criteria. Of course, it shouldn't be exorbitant, and this is where the government could step in set up a regulatory mechanism.

I would now like to dwell on the affiliation system of our beloved university. All though I am no economics/current affairs/whatever expert, I can tell you for sure that it was globalisation of the Indian economy that has led to the current situation of more than 250 engineering colleges in a single state in the country. When India opened her economy to the world in the 1990s, more and more foreign players realized India's worth as a nation with huge human resources, and many foreign corporations decided to let this huge mass of humanity do their dirty work, leading to the phenomenon we all have come to call outsourcing. Now Indian labour was cheap, skillful, and Indians as a rule spoke better English than did their neighbours the Chinese, which too was a huge manpower reservoir. This lead to a huge demand for technically trained staff to actually sit and do the work. Faced with the problem of losing out on foreign investment to other countries, we hit upon a simple solution. Open a large number of institutions that offer technical training.

Now that you've allowed a quadrillion different engineering colleges to spring up like mushrooms, how do you keep control of all of them, and how do you preserve some semblance of sanity? You bring all those colleges under the control of one university. Now where universities all over the world were autonomous, and worked independently towards achieving their aims, here we had 250 replicas of the same system, each churning out a prescribed amount of graduates every year. Once you have managed to bring about a system where 250 different colleges are pitted against each other, each starts to vie with the other for the cream of the student community, and each college tries to achieve better results, and gain better ranks over and above their counterparts. Once results become primary in importance, out goes other factors such as student life. Students are once again forced to mug up and write exams, with no emphasis whatsoever on the actual learning process. The education system now becomes a knowledge based system, where it is desperately imperative that it be inquiry based. Students are not encouraged to indulge in co-curricular or extra-curricular activities because such activities are perceived by college managements to be a diversion from studies. That education comprises co-curricular and extra-curricular activities too seems to be lost on them. To make students study even better, college managements narrow-mindedly choose to impose a variety of other rules that allegedly free the student mind from distractions. These include unreasonable rules like restricting attire to formals, banning the use of mobile phones, disallowing motor-bikes on campus, not allowing students to go out during class hours, and a whole lot of other quixotic rules.

They have done all that with the sole aim of improving student results, but has it really improved? Are the engineers that are turned out really competent? Are they employable? Sadly that leaves much to be desired. Creative human beings cannot be fostered by stamping out their individuality.

This is the state of affairs that has come about from the primary trigger of globalisation. Globalisation of course has its positive effects, but here I have restricted my scope of discussion to the state of engineering colleges in India. It however is my personal opinion that this is only the first wave, and that things will be a lot better in subsequent waves, which maybe in the 2010s and the 2020s. In the second wave people will collectively come to realize the follies of the preceding wave, and things will turn out to be much better than it is now. (Pardon me if I have started sounding a bit like Hari Seldon)

I have addressed (ranted about on) as many issues as I could think of for now. If I do come up with a lot of concurrent ideas/opinions on any of the issues discussed above, which I will, I shall follow them up on another post. To summarize, this is what in my opinion needs to be done.
* Allow colleges to collect capitation fees. They do need the money for development.
* Get rid of the affiliation system. It has too many responsibilities and has become an unwieldy empire.
* Grade students not on their performance in exams, but on their performance in class rooms. Let the course instructor decide.
* Ensure you have quality course instructors in the first place.
* Realize that you cannot bring about a change for the positive by implementing authoritarian rules.

All this has already been said in a lot literature. I just felt the need to post them and thats what I've done. There are a few opinions that are my personal ones. I am also not sure of most of the facts that I've mentioned. Errors are of course not regretted, because I don't give a damn.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Ashop Commerce

Have you ever seen an online shopping cart? Chances are, you have. If not, just take a look at any online shop and you are bound to find a piece of software that lets you add items you bought to a virtual shopping cart, keep count of your expenditure, lets you remove items, and might even remember the contents of your shopping cart over multiple log in sessions.

Ashop Commerce is one such service that lets you as a webmaster provide a shopping cart feature for your store. Their software is intuitive, easy to use, and has won many awards. They provide the shopping cart feature for thousands of webmasters around the globe, regardless of whether they are professionals, or part timers. Ashop's service is said to be very secure. Ashop Shopping Cart Software accepts payments from many credit cards and also have full integration with third party processors such as paypal.

Their home page provides a list of six options why one should choose Ashop. Check that out. It's cool!

Monday, December 10, 2007

Funny

College is going to become infinitely hilarious. Given recent incidents.

I'm gonna love it.

Friday, December 07, 2007

The Fortnightly News

The Fortnightly news is back once again! In up-keeping our age old tradition of putting out an issue once every six months, we present you with the latest news and happenings of the past fortnight in a concise digest.

November 16

Macrohard wins award

Multinational company Macrohard receives an award for the best shop floor practices in following the Japanese philosophy of the 5S, namely Stupidity, Soporificity, Serendipity, Somnambulism, and Psoriasis. (The last one doesn't start with S, but that's OK. How many of the three Rs of Education actually start with R anyway?)

November 20

Stock Markets Crash

Stock Markets around the world crashed because all of them ran Cascading Style Sheets with the parameter background-repeat: "no-repeat", reminiscent of the Y2K fiasco. Of course this had nothing to with the stock markets actually crashing, but this served as an appropriate scape goat. The crash was extensively covered on all news channels, which actually helped the stock markets recover as everyone lapped up the now cheap stock prices. The real reason for the crash was suspected to be the Tamil Nadu Agricultural board's light green text on a dark green background, but such evidence is only circumstantial, and was dismissed by news channels in favour of yet another wardrobe malfunction of some skinny anorexic super-model.

November 23

Riots in Engineering Colleges.

Riots broke out in Engineering colleges with students demanding that French be introduced as a compulsory subject after reading one Mr. Ali Bahrami expound on how one should speak English for business, German for Engineering, Persian for poetry, and French for seduction. Of course, why they didn't ask for German is anyone's guess. A small faction also demanded that Seduction be included in the 5S philosophy, but no one listened to a demand as outrageous as that. The rioters indulged in the usual disobedient activities of turning up in Jeans pants and fasting between break-fast and lunch.

November 27

Eminent academicians arrested

Eminent academicians Butterworth, Chebychev, and a few others were arrested on charges of conducting an orgy on the streets of the Vatican. Butterworth had this to say to our reporters as he was bundled into the police-car, "The input to the Radix-2 Decimation In Time Fast-Fourier Transform is an 8-Point sequence in Bit-Reversed Order". This was when the charges were amended to "Drunken Orgy".

November 30

Mozart Remembered

Yesteryear's musician of note, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was honoured by displaying one of his most famous sayings in hoardings and billboards worldwide at the stroke of midnight: Hear ye, hear ye, ze fundamental key to masthery over ze grand piano zis thu remember zat ze keys C# and Db are ze zame. Rumours abound that he might have had a hand in the drunken orgy of two days before.

December 4

History reveals itself at last

A surprising new insight into the life of the great Roman Emperor Julius Caesar was gained when archaeologists unearthed his personal diary. An extract:

It is raining outside. Having nothing to do, I invented an ingenious new technique of hiding important secret romantic messages to Cleopatra from the prying eyes of my courtiers. It involves writing down the letters horizontally first. Then all you have to do is to write them back vertically, thereby making it impossible to decipher!

This is an extract from Brutus' diary:

Its raining outside. That eternal fool Caesar thinks he can fool me by writing his letters to Cleopatra vertically rather than horizontally.

A few days later:

Its raining outside. Today, when I went and showed Caesar that I'd managed to decipher all of his messages to that female, all he could manage was a pseudo-grandiloquent "Et tu Brute" before clutching his heart and dying.

A few days later:

Its raining outside. Damn it. That Cleopatra bitch turned out to be a lame-fuck after all!

Thank you for turning into this edition of the fortnightly news. Stay tuned till the next edition. Bye, and take care.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Pro360

The internet has made everyone lazy. Now, with a PC and a modem you can shop from home, book tickets from home, and even work from home. The same goes for gambling. You can even gamble from home, over the anonymity of the internet, and you don't even have to go to the nearest casino to gamble! The most popular gambling pastime on the net I think would be online poker.

A plethora of online gambling sites have sprung up to cash in on people's gambling interests, and we encounter them whenever we log on to the internet, and one often wonders if the site one is clicking on is not a duplicate one. This is where pro360.com comes in. This website has been reviewing online casinos since 1997 and lists out the best online casinos available on the internet.

In the home page itself one can find a list of online casinos, each given a comprehensive rating. Each online casino that makes the list has a screen shot of the home page, the maximum bonus one could receive on the site, the authority that issued their certificate, editor's ratings, and players' ratings. Each site listed is also accompanied by a link to a full review, which lays them all down on the table. Nothing is hidden in these reviews, and every quality, whether good or bad is mentioned.

Don't gamble. But if you are a compulsive online gambler, at least check this site out first.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Yay!


Visitors from every continent!!!

Beverly Hills Plastic Surgery

"We built our offices and surgery center with one goal in mind: superb care for our plastic surgery patients", says the first line of Beverly Hills Plastic surgery website. This speaks loads about their commitment to their patients. So, your search for a plastic surgeon terminates here.

The staff who form the core of the facility are well educated and well-trained, and they know what they are doing. The Plastic Surgeon Medical Director was trained at Stanford and UCLA Medical Center for general surgery as well as plastic surgery. The facilities here have been approved by the Federal Government after careful inspection and testing of equipment, verification on staff credentials and anything else any self-respecting government ought to do before giving away certifications.

The new and innovative way in which The Beverly Hills Plastic Surgery team approaches its problems has come under scrutiny and has gained very good peer reviews, and many have appeared on magazines and newsletters of international repute. The way patients turn up in droves and leave, all feeling satisfied have been covered in great detail and have featured in magazines as well as on television channels across the globe.

They specialize in cosmetic plastic surgery, and provide expert treatment for procedures such as ethnic plastic surgery, Beverly Hills liposuction, Beverly Hills rhinoplasty (sometimes called Beverly Hills nose job), and many other cosmetic surgery procedures.

The home page of their website gives you their phone number as well as their email address in case you want to contact them for clarifications. This is where your search for information about a qualified, experienced cosmetic surgeon ends!

What better way to wrap up your holiday season with some shopping, sight-seeing, and a little face-lift to make permanent that look of joy on your face! This is where Beverly Hills Rodeo Drive Plastic Surgery can come in handy. This is what has now come to be called Plastic Surgery Travel. The advantages of this include a recuperation far away from the pressures that surround home and the work place and a few days of holidaying away from the kids. It also helps speed up the recovery process according to the founder, because healing is sub-consciously linked to positive experiences during the healing period. So, pack your bags and head off for a holiday, and come back feeling younger, healthier, and more refreshed.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Smorty

Smorty is an online service that tries to bridge the gap between advertisers and bloggers who are willing to write reviews of the advertisers' products for payment. This is a good technique to use your blog for money. All you have to do is to review advertisers' products, services, or website, or whatever, and provide links back to their site. How many of us get to earn doing what we enjoy? Get paid to blog!

Blog advertising is now being seen as the next new means of reaching out to the masses, especially since the popularity of opinionated blogs on the internet has risen rapidly. Advertise on blogs if you want your new start-up to get known and achieve quick brand recognition. Blog advertising is not only cheaper and reaches a wider audience than conventional means, it is also an effective feedback technique, as blogs are the first places where products' reviews will get posted and advertisers can always keep track of this to get to know what is being talked about their product.

Smorty is not only an advertisers' haven, but also a resource for bloggers who would like to get paid for blogging. Friends, blog away!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The best forward I've received from orkut

I received this on orkut. Its the "bestest" forward I've gotten on it.

Things to do in an exam when you know you're going to fail it anyway..

1. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"

2. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure that you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.

3. Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.

4. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.

5. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.

6. 15 min. into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every 15 min.

7. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.

8. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.

9. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.

10. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.

11. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.

12. Turn in the exam approx. 30 min. into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.

13. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.

14. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (ie. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.)

15. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).

16. Comment on how sexy the... {I didn't get this point beyond this. You fill it up yourself. You know how to}.

17. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.

18. If the exam is math/sciences related, make up the longest proofs you could possible think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.

19. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.

20. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.

21. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.

22. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.

23. Take 6 packages of rice cakes to the exam. Stuff at least 2 rice cakes into your mouth at once. Chew, then cough. Repeat if necessary.

24. Masturbate.

25. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About 5 min into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"

26. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up!

27. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.

28. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"

29. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.

30. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.

Cash Advance and Payday Loans

I am a college student. I know how hard it sometimes can be whenever one runs out of cash. One always feels that extra few bucks would be very helpful, especially during the month end pinch. That is why one always is on the look out for means to prevent that check from bouncing, or borrowing money from family and friends, or even selling off your possessions.

Payday loans are small short term loans that can be acquired during a financial crisis with the minimum of effort or formalities. A cash advance maybe applied for even over the internet, from the comfort of your home (No one even need to know of your problem. Face-saver isn't it?). One can also apply for short term loans in one of the many cash advance stores that are distributed throughout the USA, if you are a US resident. The loan amount may range up to a maximum of $1500, and is wired to the client over night. Swiftness of service is what has made this feature popular.

So, the next time you face a financial crunch, or find that your wallet consists of nothing but change, consider one of the services listed out here, and you never again need to worry about settling your bills, or getting your daughter a birthday present.

TrustSource.org

TrustSource.org is a website that posts reviews from people who have bought products that have hit the market and used them. The website lists all the reviews for all products under a particular category in order of customer preference. Users can rate products on the site out of a maximum of 5, and this results in a comprehensive online guide of all new products that you might consider using. When I went to the site, I found a list of the best stop smoking products that are making rounds in the general market, ranging from the absolutely fantastic products with no side effects to those that everyone could afford.

Provillus is the product that has gained the best currency among people looking to prevent hair loss. Cash advance is a category that lists and rates services that give you quick online cash advances, and payday loans. In essence, TrustSource.org lets you read reviews from people about the products you might be interested in. So you never have to fret about whether or not you should buy that article you've always wanted. Just log on to TrustSource.org and find out for yourself. Take the wise decision. Never again go wrong in your choice of products.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Sem

Semester 7 exams are around the corner. As usual, I shall not take an hiatus to concentrate on my academics. Rather, as usual, I shall intensify my blogging activities during this time, and so people, brace yourselves.

Wiyoats!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

The Plunge

Why did I take the plunge? I do not know.

WireClub.com

WireClub.com is a website that provides free online chat rooms where you can make new acquaintances, get back in touch with old ones, and in general have loads of fun meeting new people over the internet. The home page is simple, intuitive, and loads fast. The available activities one could pursue on this website are grouped into categories such as Free Chat Rooms, Dating Site, Online Friends, Interest Clubs, Blogs, and Share Photos. The Sign-up process is quick and simple, and within seconds you are ready to go. Your nickname, region and birth date (You have to be above 18) are all necessary, while you don't have to give out your real name or sexual orientation or anything. You might also want to enter an opening line, and a few lines of personal introduction. Once you arrive at your home page, you could go ahead and chat with people at random, who are grouped in the "People to Meet" area, or you could make your profile look snazzier by putting up a photo, create a blog, configure your clubs based on your interests, or send messages out to people. You also can specify what you are looking for in prospective friends, be it just friendship, or activity partners, potential dates, or business networking. There also is an option wherein you can specify which countries you want to meet people from. You can also search for friends if you have a hunch they've already joined up. Sign up and have fun!!

Friday, October 26, 2007

All boats lead to Apraphul

I was reading random wikipedia articles, and soon wandered off a trail of hyperlinks and ended up here.

http://www.huyton.net/rope.html

This is an article that was published in the Scientific American as an April fools joke once.
Tip: Select the text in the page to read it properly.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Sunday, September 30, 2007

A day of catastrophes

The day before yesterday, at 11 PM, Visu, Vinod, Sunil and I at last reached at a consensus and decided to go to Hindustan Engineering college to attend their CSE symposium. The next morning we had two bikes amongst ourselves, and we were four in number, so off we went. Vinod went off on his bike taking Sunil along with him, while I drove Visu on Sunil's bike. This rather complicated arrangement came into being because Sunil does not have a license, and had lost his LLR. Bravo!

And so it was that I found myself on a Pulsar, barreling down the Medavakkam-Sholinganallur connecting road at a 100kmph, when suddenly the machine started making funny noises, Thwack, thwack, thump, clump, kwoing, vrooooom, dzzzz..., pitched back and forth and stalled. Presto, we were left in the middle of nowhere with a bike without petrol, 7kms from any civilization, and 11kms from the nearest petrol bunk. So much for Sunil's promises claiming that the bike had enough petrol to last the distance despite being in reserve. And so, Visu and I started pushing the bike, while Vinod and Sunil went off in search of a petrol bunk ahead. We'd trudged along for nearly three kilometers and the Mohammed Sathak College buildings were just peeping up above the horizon, when Vinod and Sunil returned with a bottle of (life-saving) petrol. We poured it in using our hands as a funnel, and at last the bike started up. Phew.

Again we started off, and the rest of the drive was uneventful, and we managed to reach the place in one piece. There we found that the opening ceremony was only now winding to a close despite a major part of the day having gotten over. We registered, waited out the boring speeches to end, and made our way to the auditorium where the quiz was being held. The prelims involved a powerpoint presentation with 30 questions, and many of the questions had options and stuff like that. Not only that, the prelims were conducted in batches, all of them having the same sets of questions. Brilliant. A couple of teams wrote the prelims twice, and yet only one of them managed to qualify. The other team managed to get into the finals by replacing another team that'd gone off to do the debugging finals. We got into the finals pretty much legally, having written the prelims only once. The finals were crappier than the prelims because we were needed to debug programs, write code, answer questions from documentaries on operating systems, and asnwer rapidfire technical questions. Well, they are perfectly justified in asking questions of their choice, its their show. But there shouldn't have been so much disparity between the type of questions asked in the prelims, and the finals. If we'd known, we'd have forfeited the quiz and walked out, and would have attended the other events, for whose finals we'd qualified without any hassles.

Ultimately the quiz involved a tie for the first place between the Sairam team and the Loyola team, and things nearly broke out into fistfights, what with the Loyola team not understanding the tie-breaker's rules that were being held, and when at last a tie-breaker was held that was acceptable to all parties was held, the Sairam fellow won it, and we had a clear winner, with the Loyola team leaving in a huff. Earlier Visu and I had lost in the finals of the networking challenge, and while I was in the quiz finals with Sunil, he and Vinod lost the debugging. They managed to salvage a third place in the web-designing, for which they received 300Rs worth gift voucher giving you treatment at some beauty salon, and no certificate.

And so we screamed back into Tambaram and gate-crashed into Krishna's home and bugged him till it was pretty late, and then we all went home.

Yours catastrophically,
Sundar.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

I conducted a quiz!!

I just returned home after conducting a quiz at college. It was um... not a success, but an average performance...

17 teams had registered, out of which only 5 turned up. Our college showed its brilliance by sending two classes to an IV on the day of an intra college cultural. Meanwhile we received news that each event should definitely have 6 finalists. We were at a loss as to what to do. We tried going and calling those buggers from their respective classes, but the guys had all common sense and had stayed at home, while an all girls team claimed to be working for the symposium, while all they were doing was staring at the windows desktop.

So, ultimately we ended up calling a few of them furtive second years who'd cut class and were roaming around, gave them answer sheets, and started off with the damn prelims thing. I think I set it a little too easy, having underestimated my college.

We selected six of them buggers and conducted the finals. Raja Deepak and Navneeth and Rafi were among the finalists. Finals went well, except for that part were we forgot to call the staff incharge to the event, and actually called him only halfway through. Luckily he happens to be a really nice and easy going person, and he didnt hold anything against us. This man is an example of a really educated person...

The Mech guys came first, IT second, Raja and Co. third.
A few people said the quiz was good with a grimace. Most others averted their faces.
Not bad for the first time eh?

Credit for my quiz must be given to Krishna, Vinod, Visu, Hari, Harish, Sriram, Seshu, Mahesh, and Vijay, from whose quizzes I stole questions. Well, ordinary artists copy, great artists steal.

Credit must also be given to Prashanth, who was invaluable in his support he rendered to me. We both sat and finished off the quiz without even meeting up once. Hail internet! Sathish also deserves mention for being my faithful powerpoint operator.

May the Force be with you.

Sundar.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Next Stop!!

I found this poem in a blog called Futility Closet that Marc recently posted on.



The Busman's Lord's Prayer, allegedly recited by British bus drivers:

Our Farnham, who art in Hendon
Harrow be Thy name.
Thy Kingston come; thy Wimbledon,
In Erith as it is in Hendon.
Give us this day our daily Brent
And forgive us our Westminster
As we forgive those who Westminster against us.
And lead us not into Thames Ditton
But deliver us from Yeovil.
For Thine is the Kingston, the Purley and the Crawley,
For Esher and Esher.
Crouch End.

Haha...

Wiyoats
Sundar.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Fatal Beating

Krishna introduced me to this series. They are really funny. Here is one of them.



Sundar
Wiyoats.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

New Earworm

Here is my latest earworm. It absolutely sucks. Its downright weird, and completely annoying.

She is crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy cool
She is crazy like a fool. What about it Daddy cool?
I'm crazy like a fool. What about it Daddy Cool?
Daddy Daddy Cool
Daddy Daddy Cool

Daddy Daddy Cool
Daddy Daddy Cool.
She is crazy like a fool. What about it Daddy cool?
Daddy Daddy Cool
Daddy Daddy Cool
. . .

She is crazy about her Daddy
Oh
she believes in him
She loves her Daddy

She is crazy like a fool. What about it Daddy cool?
Daddy Daddy Cool
Daddy Daddy Cool
. . .

I only listened to this old Boney M song a couple of times! Not fair.

Sundar.
Wiyoats.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Is that only me?








I was watching this film called Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, and I felt that one of the characters looked remarkably alike a very popular actor. Wonder whether it was only me or can everyone see it? Of course, a lot depends on hairstyle, facial hair frame etc, and could be coincidental, but yet one can't help but wonder if it wasn't an inspiration. The pictures I have put up here are those screenshots that especially caught my fancy. Oh uploading the images was in itself painstaking. I havent bothered with the alignment or the looks or whatever too much.

At last I have updated my blog. Cool. Back to hibernation.

Sundar
Wiyoats.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Sharp Edges?



Imagine driving along at high speed and encountering this sign on the highway.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Second Life

I heard about this thing called Second Life, an online Role Playing sort of thing, but without winners or losers (apparently). The things you could do on this virtual world included walking around, making friends with total strangers, squish rats, buy and sell virtual land, and even fly (naked if you wanted to), and generally "have fun".

Well, it didn't grab my attention, as I have never felt these games to be of any worth whatsoever. However, I read somewhere else that one could watch online Wimbledon, and that grabbed my attention. Of course there are other places where one can watch Wimbledon, but on a sudden whim I went and signed up. It asked me to download and install a 30 MB file, which I did, configure my avatar, which too I did, and something of this and something of that, accepted the terms and conditions without giving it a second glance, and clicked on "Yes", "OK", "I Accept", and anything that sounded positive and uplifting, and hey presto, I was standing on the orientation island.

They had all super-boring tutorials such as how to walk, run, click, strip, and heaven knows what. I went into one of the tutorial areas at random and was walking around, when suddenly a girl appeared out of nowhere and asked me how to fly, and I spent a happy few minutes putting the proverbial groundnut. She became my friend and later disappeared. After similarly chatting with another person, I became bored and logged off.

I only remembered later that night that my original motivation for joining up was to try and watch Wimbledon. So, next day I found a link to Wimbledon's live streaming second life link, and clicked on it (IBM has sponsored this). It teleported me to the place. Unfortunately, they needed a 786 kbps connection for that, and had to disable the feature. So, I ended watching a live simulation of some Anna Kournikova match from the centre of the court, hanging on to the nets, and watched the virtual ball whizz past my virtual ears with no relish at all.

Today I also saw a reference being made to Second Life as part of a BBC program that talked about the happiness quotient of people. The host set up the usual argument of whether the internet would bring people together on a happy foundation, or would lead people apart from any form of social relations and left it at that, as usual.

So, if you want to play, then play. But I assure you, its downright boring, and horribly slow (256 kbps being the minimum internet configuration needed to play second life), and not worth the effort. But who knows, maybe the mature sections might be better, have yet to try that out.

Wikipedia says this about Second Life. People have also parodied the whole thing at www.getafirstlife.com.

Wiyoats?
Sundar.

What was that again?

Q: What happens when you polymerize wool?
A: You get woolmer.

My brother came up with this recently, and we are all still retching.

Sundar.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

And this is my Friend Bragey



Bragey uploaded his photo to the site and sent it to me.
Sean Connery, Zidane, Michael Owen? My God!
I dont know why this bugger's off to pursue his post graduation at Cornell when he should have been running around with Bond girls in bikinis or eloped with a spice girl or something...

The site is www.myheritage.com. Have fun.

wiyoats
Sundar.

At Last



At Last, I found a photo of myself that the site did not have qualms about. However, are the people around my face even celebrities? Never heard of them. Oh this is so very depressing.

wiyoats
Sundar.

What?



Well, I found this site called myheritage.com with which one can upload a photo of oneself and find out which celebrities he most looks like. I uploaded a few of mine, but was rebuffed with an embarassing "Face not found" error message. So, I uploaded this fellow's, and here goes.

wiyoats.
Sundar.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

What say you?

By my deep philosophical excursions, I have found that nature, or the universe, does not go about its usual business of increasing the entropy of itself in a brute-force fashion. Rather, it goes about this in a highly intelligent manner. The universe seems to have realized that in the long run it could increase its entropy better by restraining small packets, or volumes of itself, from decaying themselves into states of higher entropy. These small packets of retarded entropy incrementation then try to bring about a comprehensive deceleration in the entropy accretion of its surrounding matter, but fail miserably, and end up being counter productive, and actually increase the entropy of all immediately surrounding matter. This inadvertent increase in the entropy of the immediate surrounding universe has empirically shown to be more in magnitude than that would have been achieved by a brute-force technique without involving small packets of restrained entropy incrementation. These small packets, by generic parlance, are called human beings.

wiyoats
Sundar.

Monday, June 04, 2007

I am great, no?

Vijay Krishnan: no.. u arent...
Sundararajan Iyengar: Well...
Sundararajan Iyengar: wht can I say
Vijay Krishnan: u can say nothing...
Sundararajan Iyengar: What is the opposite of God?
Vijay Krishnan: nogod..
Sundararajan Iyengar: what is nogod?
Vijay Krishnan: ok..
Vijay Krishnan: opposite of god is evil...
Vijay Krishnan: cos god is good..
Vijay Krishnan: evil is bad...
Vijay Krishnan: good opposite is bad..
Vijay Krishnan: got it??
Sundararajan Iyengar: exactly. Thats why I am God.
Sundararajan Iyengar: Get it?
Vijay Krishnan: ur good.. u may be god but defnitely not great!!
Sundararajan Iyengar: Well, you wont get it at all da... You need to be God to get it
Vijay Krishnan: dei...
Vijay Krishnan: anbe sivam paathiya saturday???
Sundararajan Iyengar: I am a great God.
Sundararajan Iyengar: Heck that was a film directed by mere mortals.
Vijay Krishnan: being raja deepak's frnd doesnt make u gr8!!
Sundararajan Iyengar: I have known of the film always
Sundararajan Iyengar: Raja Deepak is god too in a way
Vijay Krishnan: excuse me!!
Vijay Krishnan: Is it sundar on the other end???
Sundararajan Iyengar: it might be.
Vijay Krishnan: i thought so..
Sundararajan Iyengar: My memory states my name has akways been Sundar
Vijay Krishnan: i shd hav known...
Vijay Krishnan: tht ur not a god but a dog...
Vijay Krishnan: becos dog is also a god..
Vijay Krishnan: okva??
Sundararajan Iyengar: but how do I know my memory isnt a factitious account to make up for the discrepancies between past and the present?
Vijay Krishnan: okay..
Vijay Krishnan: got it..
Vijay Krishnan: its indeed sundar...
Sundararajan Iyengar: way to go.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The Fortnightly News

In this edition of The Fortnightly News, we bring you all the latest news from the past fortnight in a concise and up-to-date format.


Friday, May 18.

The Wumpus is Dead!

The Wumpus is now dead. He expired at around 10 A.M today in his residence of natural causes after he was attacked by an Artificially Intelligent agent that shot at him after it smelled a "Stench" when prowling around his house in search for gold (Please note that to be killed by an agent is natural in the realm of the Wumpuses). The Wumpsor residence was picketed by a mad rush of artificially intelligent agents shortly after news of his death was confirmed, all of which trying to see if they could execute a "Grab" action to make some easy money (After all AI agents are designed by humans). He is survived by his wife, Mrs Wumpus, and their two sons, Wumpus Jr. and Wumpy. Mr. Wumpy is slated to become the next Wumpus-in-Chief, and will be coronated later this week. Wumpus Jr. was passed over since he lacked the pre-requisite qualification of having hairy fore-arms. (Other non-family contenders included Vijay T.R.Rajendherr and Raja Deepak). This is the biggest tragedy to strike the Wumpus family since the Wumpus was kidnapped by a wrongly programmed AI agent in 1968 after it falsely executed a "Grab" action after it smelled a "Stench", and the killing of Princess Wumpianna, wife of Wumpus Jr., in 1997, after she was chased by a group of erratic AI agents into a pit.

Monday, May 21.

Gargle Announces New Software

Super-Large multinational company Gargle announced a new product called a Peephole Optimizer for home use by the general public. It is a new visual aid for the nosy-neighbour impaired people of the world. Fundamentally it is a hole in the door that allows one to look at people standing outside the door, trying to gain access into your home (or into the door opposite your apartment). Gargle has announced that the basic version will be free, but users will have to pay for the premium, silver, and gold editions. Premium versions come with a glass viewfinder to prevent pranksters from poking your eye when you're lookin through it. The silver edition comes with a bifocal lens to help the elderly, while the gold edition is going to have a cross-hair in case you want help in shooting the person standing outside your door.

Wednesday, May 23.

Riot in Engineering Colleges

Riots broke out in many engineering colleges after students were asked to name any six context free questions in an exam. People felt this was a serious violation of the right to free speech, the right to vote, and the right to play heavy metal in loud volumes to coincide with Kolangal on Sun TV. As a mark of "rebellion", many students purposely took up a disobediance movement, and were found deliberately violating several college rules. Some of the rebels indulged in "anti-social" activities such as talking to members of the opposite sex, talking to first year students, and turning up to college in Jeans pants. One agitator was found to be peeping over the barricade between the men's and women's sections of the auditorium, thereby causing the wildest yet disturbance in the movment. College authorities are as yet unable to control the movement as they are in deep discussions about a completely different issue, where they are trying to reach a consensus on the right pay-rise to give to a member of the teaching staff who gave a first year student a love letter.

Friday, May 25.

New MMS Scandal

A new MMS scandal broke out when an Indian student took photos of people doing things, unaware they were being filmed, and posted them on video streaming websites like youtube and metacafe and gave them an 18+ rating. All major news channels extensively covered this scandal by playing them on TV over and over again without an 18+ rating. The outrage was further exacerbated by the fact that the student had performed modifications to the video such as morphing, three dimensional translation, rotation, and decreased the contrast, thereby making nothing visible anyway.

Monday, May 28.

Thomas Bayes Killed

Thomas Bayes, a 19th century non-conformist English clergyman met a gruesome death after he was swallowed and then regurgitated in disgust by a giant Cubic Spline. Doctors kept his dead body in the ICU for six hours debating whether to issue a statement saying he was strangled, or to issue a statement saying he was poisoned. Finally they couldn't hack the stench anymore and released the body to the bereaved in a large floppy parcel under the condition that they were not to open the package under any circumstances. A fall-out among his sons has been reported. Apparently they broke into a fight over who would inherit his laptop.

Monday, May 30.

Large departmental store Mal-Wart performed an analysis of all the transactions recorded in their databases using their new data mining system and came up with a few associations that ranged from being trivial (People who buy a computer mouse are likely to buy a mouse pad), to important (People who have money are likely to buy objects), to interesting (Men who buy diapers are most likely to buy beer), to the down-right weird (Men who do not buy condoms are most likely to end up buying permbulators). Of course their brand new system was not used for much as an unintimated power cut occurred that crashed the system which was not brought online for the rest of the day despite the best efforts of their computer engineers. Latest reports suggest they were now trying advanced heuristic techniques to get their system back online such as kicking the processor with leather boots and kneeling and praying.

This brings us to the end of this edition of the Fortnightly News. Till we see you next fortnight, thank you very much for joining us, stay tuned, take care and bye-bye.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Man proposes, God indisposes.

Some of the words or jargon that I have learnt since coming to college include words like "mokkai" and "propose". Literally translated, "mokkai" means blunt in Tamil. It however seems to be a derogatory term used to insult boring people or people who have the habit of reciting old jokes from Ananda Vikatan, a popular Tamil weekly. You might wonder how I came up to college without knowing the meaning of "propose". Of course I knew the meaning of propose, as in you propose to build a dam here to provide water for irrigation, or you propose the vote of thanks at a meeting, or the man proposed marriage to the woman. All that is perfectly alright, but young engineering students in Anna University affiliated engineering colleges have way too much free time on their hands and devise new meanings for words and phrases.

Last month, I was reciting a few bits of gossip to a friend of mine, when he stopped me and said, "What did you just say?" I realized I had inadvertently used wrong college-jargon to completely offset the meaning of my conversation. That's when I realized this, and told Marc about it. He said he'd already posted on that long ago, on his old blog.

My first experiences with warped meanings of the word propose came during the time I was "ragged" in my first year. I was asked to "propose" to a girl of my choice. I was taken aback. Talking to or flirting with would have been a feasible task, but proposing marriage(as I understood it then) was too much to be doing the first time I was talking to a girl. I refused, and my seniors called me "mokkai". That was the first time I'd heard of that word either, and was wondering how humans could be mokkai, because only pencils had such tendencies. I said that aloud too, to be further called "mokkai", which was further confusing. In class the next morning, a friend of mine said he'd been taken in by a girl and was wondering whether he should propose to her. Now I was scared bad. Was this college run by nutters?(Yes it is) Was this college full of nutters?(Yes it is) I mean who in their right minds would propose marriage to a girl the first time they ever met her?

A few days later, a classmate was again wondering about proposing to girls. By now, however, I had it figured out. "Proposed" in this language roughly means to "ask someone out". Really gave me a harrowing time. I cautiously refrained from using the same term, but would always be granted with blank looks whenever I suggested someone ask someone else out. Rather than use wrong terminology, I decided to refrain talking about the whole mish-mash of proposing and putting mokkai. But college being what it is, we have a lot of free time on our hands. Lecturers come and go, periods come and go, lunch-hours come and go, days and weeks and months and whole semesters come and go without anything actually happening, leaving the brain devoid of anything to do. It is at dangerous moments like this that the brain desperately wants to see some action, and the only source of relief from boredom in the vicinity seems to be a bunch of classmates sitting around discussing potential girlfriends. The rest, is history, albeit history you wish hadn't happened.

Now after all that, I was recently telling another friend of mine about how I'd heard a rumour of a girl running away with a boy, or a professor, or something like that, when my friend stopped me and said, "What did you just say? How does proposing come in here?" That's when I realized my mistake of too much gossip-mongering with people who always talk about proposing to people. I explained the meaning behind the jargon and continued with the tale, but resolved two things.
1. Never to use propose in the wrong sense.
2. To bring my blog out of hibernation with a post about proposing.

Marc proposed to post on me proposing to post on propositional logic in my blog here.

To hear people expounding on the art of proposing to people(preferrably members of the opposite sex), ask contact this person.
Proposedly yours,
Sundararajan. S

Monday, March 26, 2007

Trick or treat.

Sunday, the 18th of March was not a special day in any way. The sun rose up in the east, I slept late and my PC crashed. It had all the characteristics of a perfectly ordinary day. The only special thing was that I was supposed to treat my classmates for some reason. Well, they had asked, and being the magnanimous person that I am, I decided to. I started off from home and ended up at Raja's house an hour or so later after a journey by T51 feeling completely rotten (In case you didnt know what a T51 is, you'd better not know). Arun got me a lift from Thiruvanmiyur, and so it was Naveen, Navneeth, Praveen, Prashanth, Arun, Raja and me who were to go out. We had four two-wheelers between us. Arun's Nova, which he affectionately calls his girlfriend. He goes on and on about his exploits on it, and drives an inordinate amount of time on it doing God-knows-what. People however tend to privately confess that they feel it is a failure model. Navneeth came on his Scooty, a battered crying-for-mercy vehicle that always leaves a trail of spare parts on the road when you drive it, which I carefully avoided. Naveen and Praveen had vehicles in good condition, and so off we went to Adyar Ananda Bhavan.

Everyone except Praveen had starved themselves like hell and were ravenous as wolves. Praveen had made the huge blunder of stuffing himself with chicken at home and was pretty annoyed about it. Prashanth and Arun ordered something and started eating. Raja started off with his favourites, but later was found digging into adjacent plates. Naveen took a long time in deciding a type of food that didnt contain any of the substances he suppossedly was forbidden from eating. I of course pointed at the menu at random, as I was nonplussed as usual with all these chat items on offer, and ended up eating kachoris of some sort. We were making fools of ourselves in general, when along came Arun's uncle. Arun, breaking the conventional tradition of freezing on the spot when one spots one's relative while in the process of dipping one's hands into curd and squeezing them all over Raja's hair, went straight up to him, shook hands, curd and all, and embarked on a long discussion on the mileage his bike was giving. Then he went off to pat, hug, kiss and do God-knows-what with his uncle's dog. When he returned, his hands were quite clean I noticed.

Next, we set off to some place called "Fruitshop on Greams Road". This turned out to be a posh juice shop. I have never been to such places before, and was quite amazed by the number of people willing to pay exhorbitant amounts to have a glass of tasteless liquid. Well, I prefer Surya Cool Drinks, a shop a couple of streets away from my place where you could treat seven people comfortably with the amount you were expected to tip at this Greams road place. Anyway, we had come in, and sat around a corner table with much difficulty and dragging of chairs from adjacent tables. An oriental looking couple were dating in the corner and I had a tough time taking my eyes off the girl. So did Arun. So did Prashanth. So did Naveen. So did Navneeth. So did Praveen. So did not Raja. He was too obssessed with his drink to have noticed. He however looked in the general direction a couple of times, but I distinctly got the feeling he was looking at the guy. Of course there might be a perfectly logical explaination for that. Only it seems to have escaped my mind.

The next place we went off to was the beach. Arun managed to get one of Raja's sandals off his feet, and we spent a few minutes playing football with it, the only obstacle to our enjoyment being Raja himself, what with his chasing the ball everywhere and picking it up. We walked down to the water, when suddenly everyone started lifting each other up and posing for the photos. I managed to make myself scarce. Raja managed to lift Arun and posed for the camera. Problem was, Naveen was fumbling around with his camera and Raja couldnt take the strain any longer and let him down. Thus we ended up having no photos of a truely amazing spectacle. Arun picked Praveen up from the ground with ease, posed long enough while Naveen searched for the button and snapped a picture, and promptly dropped him three feet to the ground with a dull thud. Praveen spent the rest of the evening limping around cursing at every female in sight.

We spent some time checking out the girl in blue and the girl with the cute hairstyle when Raja said he wanted to have some Bajjis. So we had some bajjis, confused the vendor with our warped mathematics, paid in 100 Rupee notes, that had him cursing, and came out to Navneeth's house with night having long fallen. There we sang a happy birthday for Aparna, Navneeth's love interest so loudly that his parents came out to see what had happened and asked Navneeth who Aparna was. And so we left Navneeth fuming and dropped Raja back at his home. Naveen and Prashanth said bye and took off full speed homeward bound. Arun, Praveen and I went to the Reliance Grocery store, where Arun and Praveen extended their support to Team India's cause at the world cup by buying an India T-Shirt each. Needless to say, the next day Sri Lanka thrashed India by around a hundred runs a couple of days later.

Arun dropped me off at Thiruvanmiyur and zoomed away. I arrived home at 10 in the night feeling exhausted. I had missed a quiz Mahesh was going to host informally at Krishna's house.

Yours Not So Fruitfully,
Sundar.

WIYOATS.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Life's Boring!

Every symposium that I have attended has had the following characteristics:

1. Registration, which is completely unnecessary.

2. Distribution of folders, which is completely unnecessary.

3. Girl students turning up in saris, which is completely unnecessary.

4. Stone Cold Steve Austin’s music played during inauguration, which is completely unnecessary.

This semester so far, I have participated in many symposiums conducted at many places, including College of Engineering, Guindy, Madras Institute of technology, SRM Valliammai, SSN, Hexaware, and Infosys.

I have had many bad experiences in these symposia. I started off wanting to write about these bad experiences, but I am not in the mood just now. What I am driving at here is that I have resolved not to participate in any symposia anymore. By the way, Vinod got his college the rolling shield at Jerusalem college of Engg. He went onstage to receive the prize along with a couple of people we’d decided to call “Made for each other”, and were rolling around in laughter. Raja Deepak is absolutely pissed off with me (Brilliant!). I invited him to SSN to participate in a quiz with me. I however ended up being a team mate of a couple of other guys. Raja couldn’t just take it. He spent the whole day grumbling around about on how he would have rather spent the day in college. He prefers being in college, constantly being accused of being a __________. Strange fellow indeed!

Well, symposia would be a lot better if they would just avoid doing all the four points I have mentioned above. Of course, Point 3 is exempted in certain cases, but that depends on a lot of factors.

Oh yes, Hexaware and Infosys conducted competitions too. They gave the winners employment at their sweatshops. I was selected by Infosys. It was a piece of cake really. The HR manager didn’t even ask me for my resume!

Well, that is that. For more detailed round-ups, call me. Yours Symposially,

Sundar

WIYOATS.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Nice new pet.

Thats my cousin. Thats his new pet.

Well, to clarify things up for you the little green lizard is the pet, while the person in the photo is my cousin.

If you didnt know that creature is an iguana. It lives upto the age of thrity, can grow 30 feet in length. He has decided to name it E.T. or some phonetic variation of that.

All in all, BRILLIANT!!