<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:42:02.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Philosopher - An Inner Travelogue</title><subtitle type='html'>Technical Philosopher??!!!
A Software Engineer technically and a philosopher by heart.A homogeneous blend of the intellect and the heart.
I believe that changes around can be affected only by inner change.I believe in KAIZEN(continously and never endingly improving).Its difficult but still worth a try.
(A NOTE TO VISITORS:PLEASE SIGN THE GUEST BOOK AND/OR LEAVE SOME COMMENTS)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-3988935128750213497</id><published>2012-02-01T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:39:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See No Label !!!</title><content type='html'>Labels in society - I really wonder as to why labels have been so prominent in people's minds.&lt;br /&gt;Labels based on caste, creed, language and religion are the most common labels which I come across in our country and if narrowed down further, labels based on language and religion predominate in most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education does not seem to have had any effect. I guess labeling of some form or the other exists in every human society and in every level of human society.I really wonder why people don't form friends with others based on universal values rather than be influenced by what is the person's religion or language. It is a pity that people do not imbibe that language is nothing but a tool to communicate and religion is  a way to inculcate human values. In fact there is always fear and suspicion when one label interacts with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to proudly say that we are a country united in diversity. But if you just take a simple example like the cafeteria at lunch time, you would most probably see people huddled in groups and these groups invariably seem to be grouped by label. Why do people identify themselves with labels? I have witnessed this in all places ranging from the most erudite of people to the less privileged. In fact the labeling seems to get more complicated depending on the increasing "sophisticated" nature of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labeling is definitely an evil when it is used as a basis for anything in life, be it friendship, networking or assessment. It is an evil when it blinds people and makes them not actually see the real human behind the label. Labels should never be used as a basis for anything in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we be able to  see people as human beings alone? When will we be able to form friendships based on universal values? When will people assess or help another based on the person's merit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it will be if everyone interacts with the other just based on universal human values? Humans sans labels will definitely elevate humanity.Labels add color to our society and it should stop there. After all the dog should wag its tail and not vice versa !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            "See No Label !!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-3988935128750213497?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='See No Label !!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3988935128750213497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=3988935128750213497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/3988935128750213497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/3988935128750213497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2012/02/see-no-label.html' title='See No Label !!!'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-6341752329937188255</id><published>2011-10-11T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:11:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is a Medium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As we walk this earth, we have learnt many lessons, we are learning lessons and there are lessons that are yet to be learnt. As I ponder over the need, the reason as to why I exist, one of the most striking things which has come to my notice is that all of us in some way or the other is a medium. And no matter what the problem, there is always someone who comes to help us. No matter what the means, be it a word, be it an email, there is always that someone who comes to help us and make our situation better. And many a time we are led by some unknown inspiration to serve as a means of help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This has led me to believe that one significant reason of our existence is to be a medium through which help can reach people. I have sometimes wondered as to how I could help some people inspite of myself, and it certainly was not because of my personal strength, it was simply because I allowed myself to act as a medium of help. I am sure all of us have had instances where we have helped or help has come simply because we allowed that "something" to flow through us. Intuitively we feel inspired to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is almost like electricity. Electricity can flow from one point to another, but it requires a medium. The medium might never be as powerful as the electricity, but the medium simply acts as a means to transfer the power. So the medium becomes as important as electricity itself. Call it luck, call it grace, call it by whatever name, it is waiting to flow to us, flow through us and flow with us, only if we allow ourselves to be a medium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I remember my school prayer, which goes like below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make me a channel of your peace:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is hatred, let me bring your love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And where there's doubt true faith in you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make me a channel of your peace:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where there is darkness, only light,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And where there's sadness, ever joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Master, grant that I may never seek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So much to be consoled as to console;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be understood as to understand,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be loved, as to love with all my soul!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make me a channel of your peace:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In giving of ourselves that we receive,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in dying that we are born to eternal life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think once we think ourselves as open channels and mediums and try our best to do what we can, and be humble, we will find our own lives becoming more meaningful. And needless to say what goes around definitely comes around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And on a lighter vein, I have made this small quote "No matter whether you studied English medium, Tamil medium or malayalam medium, you are definitely a medium" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-6341752329937188255?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Everyone is a Medium'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6341752329937188255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=6341752329937188255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/6341752329937188255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/6341752329937188255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2011/10/everyone-is-medium.html' title='Everyone is a Medium'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-6758786342374042118</id><published>2011-05-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:28:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage - the HUMDINGER??? !!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know when I heard this word "HUMDINGER". &lt;div&gt;I think it has been there in my head for as long as I know :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brittanica defines it as below&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definition of HUMDINGER : a striking or extraordinary person or thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example of HUMDINGER: The last storm was a real humdinger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes there has been no event so far in my life to use the word "HUMDINGER".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I would say I have been fortunate to be associated with a lot of remarkable people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The events of the past one month can probably be grouped into one as "HUMDINGER" particularly because so much has happened in so short a time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month back I was this bachelor looking back and wondering if I have been right all along with my decisions, my acquaintances, my friends and as a person. And also looking forward at life wondering if marriage was the next logical or illogical step in my life; and if so will I ever meet such a person who would consider me worthy enough and was willing to take that risk with me :) I had decided sometime back that I am going to leave the process of finding a girl for me to my parents . I was kind of convinced that there are not many girls who think/feel I was worth the risk and say "yes" to me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents had given me the phone number of this person and I was contemplating if and when should I make that call. Then I thought its best to let this person decide and I heard she was teaching and I did not want to interfere in her classes. So I sent her an sms asking for a time when I could chat. And I spoke to her for about an hour or so and I started getting the impression that this person seemed to be more intelligent than me. Now any guy reading this would know how intimidating this is. I did not nurture any hopes that this person would actually want to meet me in person. And I was surprised that she did ask me as to when I am coming home to meet her and she had also added "with family". That was on 30th March. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some consultations and "mutually" convenient time discussions my parents decided to come down to Bangalore on April 3rd a sunday and go to her house on April 4th which happened to be festival of Ugadhi - the new year - a "HUMDINGER" of hope :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met her on April 4th and after the meet I was convinced that I was completely fine with her and I was wondering if she felt the same...may be I did know that she would...and that added more anxiety and to have some peace of mind I decided to be pessimistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my parents "I am fine with her but then....you never know what they will say....". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back home and had a good "troubled" sleep :) much to the annoyance of my parents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her parents had said "We leave the decision to our daughter and we will get back to you by evening".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then that evening her dad called up my dad. I was right next to him and all I could see was my dad saying hmmm....hahh...ok...fine....and I was like ok so that means a thumbs down. May be my dad kept a deliberate poker face to add that extra bit...and after the conversation  he turned to me and said "they are ok". I have never felt my pulse run so fast, my heart was beating close to bursting point and I was choking almost as if I had an attack of asthma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a girl had decided to say "yes" to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elders then met and decided that the engagement is going to be on April 24th and marriage on May 18th considering our horoscopes :) Oops I never expected that my marriage just like other things in life would be amidst tight deadlines and short notices.I never took the engagement seriously and I don't know what people thought when I was keeping a great sense of humor and literally held her trembling fingers when I put the engagement ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been just about 2 weeks now. And next week is my marriage I wonder if I can use the word "HUMDINGER" to define or describe the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about the word "HUMDINGER" is that it can refer to a person and an event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think time will eventually decide if my wife thinks I am the "HUMDINGER" of her life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and whether the marriage itself has been  "The HUMDINGER" for her !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now I am going to assume like all "wise" husbands to be :) that my wife is definitely the "HUMDINGER" and marriage is going to be "The HUMDINGER of the best things"in my life !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-6758786342374042118?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Marriage - the HUMDINGER??? !!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6758786342374042118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=6758786342374042118' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/6758786342374042118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/6758786342374042118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2011/05/marriage-humdinger_11.html' title='Marriage - the HUMDINGER??? !!!!'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-5431336260970084870</id><published>2011-03-13T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:47:41.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Social discipline of the people of Japan</title><content type='html'>The twin attack by Nature on Japan has left all of us reeling wondering if mankind can ever defend against nature's fury. But as I was reading articles, what struck me most was the articles which talked about how the people of Japan showed impeccable social discipline even in the face of perhaps the worst disaster in recent history. One article showed how there was just one grocery store and a single vendor managing the counter. The doors and windows were broken by the earthquake and there was a small makeshift counter put up. The people who came to get rationed groceries stood quietly in the long queue waiting for their turn without the slightest aggression. And there was no authority to control or regulate. People were just being socially disciplined. I really salute the social and personal discipline of the people of Japan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also brought me a painful reminder of what happens in India. While I fully respect my country, what agonizes me is the total lack of social and personal discipline in our country. There is no respect for fellowmen anywhere. Be it traffic, ration shops or even a marriage lunch, there is absolutely no self discipline.If this was in India, I am sure the grocery shop would have been smashed by usurpers, people would have hoarded food, there would have been a stampede, many would have got killed....and so on even if there were policemen watching over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, most evils in our country happens because of this root cause - total lack of personal and social discipline. India was definitely a country known for the virtue of its people, but somewhere down the lane we have misused our freedom. India has to go back to its roots and get back its core values. Unless each person thinks that he/she should be morally and socially disciplined, no matter what there can be no real progress. Discipline and accountability should come from the person and then alone will the entire nation be accountable and disciplined.What we have achieved is just one-sided growth and this will result in social and political turmoil in the long run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayers and salutations to the people of Japan. May they quickly recover from the disaster caused by this unreasonable fury of Nature. I am sure by virtue of their social discipline and work ethic, they will rise again and prosper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-5431336260970084870?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='The Social discipline of the people of Japan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/5431336260970084870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=5431336260970084870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/5431336260970084870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/5431336260970084870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2011/03/social-discipline-of-people-of-japan.html' title='The Social discipline of the people of Japan'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-302332674988336573</id><published>2010-12-26T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:48:01.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Kung-fu !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgZTFZs8OI/AAAAAAAADEw/oXXWzFPp-1Y/s1600/220px-Karate_kid_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgZTFZs8OI/AAAAAAAADEw/oXXWzFPp-1Y/s200/220px-Karate_kid_2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555217956019695842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw a beautiful movie yesterday - "The Karate Kid 2010" which stars Jackie Chan and Will Smith's son-Jaden Smith. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Karate_Kid_(2010_film)"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Karate_Kid_(2010_film)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What captured my imagination was how the movie has managed to capture the subtle intricacies of Kung-Fu. There is an instance in which Jackie Chan says "Everything is Kung-Fu". This one phrase has captured the essence of Taoism,Zen and Hinduism. In Taoism, the only reality that exists is the present moment. And to live fully and focus completely in the present moment is salvation itself. Zen itself means waking up to the present moment. In Hinduism, Karma-Yogam or "yoga through action" elucidates that verily the work or activity we do "now" is worship itself. In other words, whatever we do should be done as worship. It also goes one step further and says that the result is not the ultimate aim.This has also been captured in a beautiful Zen phrase "The reward is not in the destination. The reward is in the journey itself".And to focus one-pointedly on the present moment requires a still and a calm mind. All forms of martial arts and meditation practices ultimately aim to achieve this. Many western self-help books also extol the importance of living completely in the present moment and doing one thing at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There is a beautiful Zen story wherein, a young man finds an old monk picking weeds from a garden. He sees him doing this same "mundane" routine everyday. He grows curious and asks the old monk as to what he is doing. The old monk says " I am picking weeds" and then the young man asks "For how long will you do this"? The old monk replies with a smile " As long as there are weeds in this garden". A simple story with a profound and deep inner meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is also from a very practical perspective: complete attention and love to the task at hand results in perfection.  At the same time results of the action may not always be in our hands.We can only perfect the effort we put in the task at hand. So the only thing to do is to do what we do in the best possible way without worrying about the result. In fact the same principle applies to not just work, but to every action we do and that includes every moment of our existence.If we can live by this principle every moment,then whatever we do and everything we do becomes kung-fu !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-302332674988336573?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Everything is Kung-fu !!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/302332674988336573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=302332674988336573' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/302332674988336573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/302332674988336573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything-is-kung-fu.html' title='Everything is Kung-fu !!!'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgZTFZs8OI/AAAAAAAADEw/oXXWzFPp-1Y/s72-c/220px-Karate_kid_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-139491195158138119</id><published>2010-08-26T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:34:52.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother knows best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/THc-M-doe6I/AAAAAAAAC_o/VnJu_TbUx_A/s1600/mom-dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/THc-M-doe6I/AAAAAAAAC_o/VnJu_TbUx_A/s200/mom-dad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509941061757729698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad told me recently - "I as a father has been mostly concerned with the whats of your life. What to get, where to put you etc. managing finances etc. But it has been entirely your mother who has made you into what you are, cause it is she who made you learn the hows of life. My mom did the same too"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mothers have vision and that is something which has been proved time and again in everybody's life. God created mother as he wanted to make sure he is there to demonstrate His selfless love through a form. And every mother is an epitome of Godly love. Many religions worship God in the motherly aspect as the Divine mother who watches over all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is always a problem, we sometimes never understand that mother knows and does certain things with a reason. I very recently realized my mother's vision. I never knew it was one of the most important things she did. In fact whatever I am today, I realize has been because of her vision and foresight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is an excellent math teacher. She has been teaching students for over 2 decades now. However when I was in school, whenever I used to go ask her help with some problem be it math or science or even tussle with my friends, she will say "Try to figure it out by yourself and if I find time I will help you". Most times she could never find time and I used to sit all by myself trying to solve the problem with a lot of cribbing that my mom could not find time for me. I became and expert at sitting and hitting my head over a problem, even if I could not solve it. Eventually I could solve it.I did score good marks and I sometimes used to boast to my mom that it has all been my effort.  She used to sometimes give me a problem and ask me to solve it. She used to say "I know the answer, but I want to know if there is a better way". It never occurred to me as to why she did all that. I used to crib "You don't help me solve my problem and you give me more though you know the answer also". But then I would sulk and nevertheless try to solve it. I used to play cricket with friends in my colony and there would be bet matches with neighboring colony people and whenever I brought an issue to her, she would say "That's your problem, you must find a way to adjust and play with them. Either do that or you stop playing cricket. All this while my dad used to observe me and keep a studied silence or may be give a knowing smile.I could not keep away from cricket though, so I learnt to adjust with all those bullies". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I came to University and study computer science and there again independent problem solving and the tenacity to sit over a problem was one of the key requisites. I could sit easily(even if I could not solve the problem)and people used to appreciate my tenacity.  Many of my friends used to get irritated that even if they tried to tell me the solution, I would still want to try solving it. A most common phrase they used was "Stop grabbing the keyboard from me". There has been times where I might not get a simple problem but would insist that I solve it rather than look up at a reference or ask a friend. I used to wonder why I was like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in life situations, whenever I told my mom about an issue, she would say "Nobody can deal with your problem, better than yourself. Besides do not repeat the same mistakes. She used to get particularly irritated if I repeat mistakes or if I have not behaved like a gentleman. She used to say "May be others can do the same, but not my son. I don't want you to be like that. If ever I come to know that you have compromised on your integrity, then that will be the last day you will speak to me. And she used to insist that I apologize to people whenever mistake was on my side ". When I used to turn to me dad, he used to give me the same knowing smile or be a silent witness depending on the gravity of the situation. It was like"I could not agree more with your mom". I used to wonder why my mom is being particularly strict with me. In addition to my problem, she used to add this extra bit too. And my dad was giving me that knowing smile or keeping that studied silence always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently my mom posed a math problem to me and said "If you want I will give you the final answer. Just figure out the approach. I said no don't tell me the answer, I will try to figure it out. And then when I called up my mom and told her :"Mom I am not sure but is this the answer,she asked me the steps and then my mom told me:" I knew you would one day become better than me. I am proud of you". And then I realized...All this while she had been nurturing me to grow into an independent problem solver.  Not only that in making me face up alone to life problems, she was teaching me the art of living. Today when I look at whatever little I have accomplished in life, whenever I try to sit that extra hour, try going that extra mile, face up to adversity, or apologize to my friends for mistakes, I realize that it has all been because my mom trained me that way. Tenacity, independent problem solving, perseverance, facing adversity without compromising values are virtues which every management schools talks about. Those are qualities required for any profession. Those are life skills and my mom knew whats best for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now understand the meaning of my dad's "knowing smile or his studied silence". He knew it all along that my mom was teaching me life skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next time you think you mom is saying something which does not make sense to you and your dad simply smiles or becomes a silent witness.Think again. Because "Mother knows best".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud of you mom. Proud of you dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-139491195158138119?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Mother knows best'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/139491195158138119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=139491195158138119' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/139491195158138119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/139491195158138119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/08/mother-knows-best.html' title='Mother knows best'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/THc-M-doe6I/AAAAAAAAC_o/VnJu_TbUx_A/s72-c/mom-dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-495917136491557336</id><published>2010-07-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:02:18.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A life without failures is like a poem without punctuations!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TE-pUc77cAI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/EMgeEApLf7c/s1600/success-failure-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TE-pUc77cAI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/EMgeEApLf7c/s200/success-failure-sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498799838872694786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Failure - now that's a dangerous word sometimes makes us feel chill and we keep running to make sure we avoid failure at all costs. I too like all mortals has been like that. Saari umr ham mar mar ke jee liya har pal tho ab hamen jeene dho jeene dho(that's a lyric from a song in 3 idiots). Implies all our life we die to keep living !!!!In the process we keep accelerating with the brakes clenched tight. We are afraid to let go. We are afraid of losing.Result is burnouts!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Of late I have realized that it is the failures in life which has taught me a lot. Without it I would never know who I actually am rather than mere perceptions about me. It is like a litmus test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Every failure is an opportunity to know oneself better and more importantly correct mistakes. Failures help us evolve into better and stronger beings. Failures help us grow. You cannot be a good singer if you always sing a simple song you know well !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Just like the toss of a coin yields 1/2 sides so does every action yield a success or a failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Success does not matter cause anyway it gives a good feel. But what happens is success is also a loss in one way. A person who has been successful always runs a huge risk. He has not learnt to deal with failure. I found this by my own experiences. Success is definitely an imposter and it makes us chicken out and always play defensive. I guess failure is more honest cause it tell you the truth on your face and whip you.  But only a torn muscle shapes better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;How do we treat failure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Let me share a personal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;========================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When I was in school, we used to play cricket with just a bat and a cricket ball. No guard nothing whatsoever. I used to be a fast bowler and was a pretty good one down batsman as well.There was this guy called yusuf who was one of the fastest and the best of us. I would always look for opportunity to avoid Yusuf more out of mortal fear. I used to make sure that I defend the last ball of the over previous to Yusuf's so that I stay at the other end and every opportunity for a single I used miss for fear of Yousuf. One day it so happened that I had to unfortunately take a single the last ball of the previous over and I did not know Yusuf was to bowl next. A chill ran down my spine when I saw this guy coming to bowl. For some reason grit overcame fear. That moment I clenched my teeth to face him cause either I hit out or get out. What happened was history. I had an estimate of where he pitches and it usually was just short of length. I played it on the up and hit the first six anybody has hit of Yusuf. Everyone was taken aback for nobody had ever hit him for a six. He came back with vengeance with a bouncer. I smashed it for a four. And then on I was always looking forward to face Yousuf. Best is it changed me from being a defend sheet anchor batsman to be a hit out or get out guy :) from Dravid to Veeru in a single six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The most important thing to understand is no success or failure is permanent. And success in something or failure in something does not mean we succeed or we fail in life. Never take it personally. All of us are winners in the final reckoning...always!!!The key is to take every failure as an opportunity to analyse what went wrong and take impersonal logical steps to correct it. We must have the attitude of an impartial witness. I do agree that sometimes we fail due to no fault of ours. Then it is time to just let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Life is a 20-20 match. Instead of sitting in the bench for fear of facing Shoaib Akthar, lets go and bat right in opening. Face the Shoaib akhtar of life, you never know...you might hit a six like Harbhajan, even if you are clean bowled how does it matter anyway....it is better to be bowled for a duck than to never bat at all !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I remember the lyrics of a superb song in "Kal Ho na Ho" by Sonu Nigam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;pre class="genericFont"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Har ghadi badal rahi hai roop zindagi Chhaaon hai kabhi kabhi hai dhoop zindagi Har pal yahan jeebhar jiyo Jo hai sama kal ho naa ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;translates to=&gt; the clocks ticking...life is running and constantly changing...live life to the fullest...you never know if there is a tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-495917136491557336?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='A life without failures is like a poem without punctuations!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/495917136491557336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=495917136491557336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/495917136491557336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/495917136491557336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-without-failures-is-like-poem.html' title='A life without failures is like a poem without punctuations!!!'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TE-pUc77cAI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/EMgeEApLf7c/s72-c/success-failure-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-1759938638345875585</id><published>2010-06-13T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:58:12.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blissful Sweeper</title><content type='html'>Most of us have a lot of complains in our life, and most often it is about the quality of work we do.&lt;div&gt;We crave for 'self-actualization'. It is true that creativity is an inherent potential of the brain and the need for intellectual satisfaction is a basic necessity. But then we go on about our work in a drag drag fashion sometimes wondering if we chose the wrong profession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The below phenomenon which I see everyday really changed my view of life and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully my dear readers too will have a fresh new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday as I go for my morning jog towards the Koramangala park, I see a section of the pavement being swept by a sweeper. He always sweeps only about 10-15 feet.  I jog on the left side of the road and generally avoid him. The reason is I always hear him sing out aloud and took him to be insane. But I used to look casually towards his end and may be give him a glance of pity!!! Yesterday morning, I took the right side of the road, just for a change and I actually forgot I was heading headlong in the direction of the 'insane' sweeper!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I came right to the place where he sweeps. It was too late by the time I realized I had reached right in front of him. I expected a resounding trash from a broom from an insane sweeper. But I was astounded by what I saw.Here was a completely sane man, singing away to glory and sweeping each step with complete bliss. And I think I reached as he was just finishing the section. And when he completed the last stroke, he raised his arms with the broom in hand and claimed glory, as if he was Alexander who had just won a battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget this though, he then looked at me and gave me a beaming smile. I was reminded of a quote by Elizabeth Kubler Ross which says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could definitely see the inner light beaming through his face. I felt ashamed for having thought of him as insane. Here was a saintly sweeper who though he swept just 10-15 feet was doing it blissfully everyday with complete enthusiasm, taking the concept of "work is worship" to a new high. I think he was experiencing "nirvana" in every sweep with no care for tomorrow but with full focus on "now". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This phenomenon shows how we keep complaining about life taking everything for granted and lead a drag-drag existence. The below snippet from lyrics of the title song of the movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dhoom-2" says it all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Dhoom again 'cos all I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;is steal the show somehow&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom again 'cos all i wanna say&lt;br /&gt;is hey the time is now&lt;br /&gt;let nothing get you down&lt;br /&gt;go out and paint the town&lt;br /&gt;let's shout break out&lt;br /&gt;come on once again lets hear it&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets make every act in life an act of celebration, every work a worship...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dhoom machale...dhoom machale dhoom.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-1759938638345875585?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='The Blissful Sweeper'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/1759938638345875585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=1759938638345875585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/1759938638345875585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/1759938638345875585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/06/blissful-sweeper.html' title='The Blissful Sweeper'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-3857726320698371524</id><published>2010-05-07T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T05:01:46.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S-P6r1VzkJI/AAAAAAAAC0c/PITbQxdwgV4/s1600/The-power-of-good-decision-making.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S-P6r1VzkJI/AAAAAAAAC0c/PITbQxdwgV4/s320/The-power-of-good-decision-making.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468490003517771922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decisions, decisions, decisions, something which makes us  really wonder as to why there are so many choices in life, something which reminds us that we are blessed enough to have so many choices in life,something which makes us curse ourselves(bad decisions), something which makes us heave a sigh of relief(good decisions). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us have been at cross roads in life, may it be life decisions or career decisions,&lt;div&gt;decisions certainly shape our future, our life and yes decisions definitely define us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it is because decisions have such impact on our life that we are really really scared about making decisions. But the irony is whether we like it or not, we definitely need to decide no matter how much we procrastinate or run away from it, we have to make decisions in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great leader is one who decides and pursues the path taken to its culmination no matter what the odds are. A leader should first of all have the personal conviction and confidence in his line of decision making and as to why he takes a path. But then endless thinking and thinking too far ahead would lead us nowhere. It is enough to approximately know the height of a peak, endless contemplation would result in a situation where we don't even have the courage to take the first step. Think, decide, act and forget about thinking about the decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotions and decisions are always at war. It is again the heart and brain story. I always think that it is prudent to postpone decisions, and never decide when one is at an emotional high, may it be happiness, sadness,anger or whatever. Leave it and come to it later and think with a clear mind. List down pros and cons impartially and take a decision. There are people who say "listen to your heart", well there are some situations which may seem so, but I would always say, thinking with a clear head always helps avoid embarrassment and regrets later. There is a saying "A spoken word or a shot arrow can never be taken back"I will leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what happens, we must courageously pursue whatever we decide. Doesn't matter if we end up in bitter failure or eternal glory. It is always worthy to have some goal in life and pursue it with all our will. And yes by goals I mean worthwhile goals, which do not compromise integrity and character.  And never ever hurt people. I read this nice quote somewhere "Never say or do things now which would make you regret later". That sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I would like to give a whole new perspective about decision making. In the figure above, I would like my readers to just reverse the image. What we will find is no matter whatever path we take, we all finally reach ourselves. Confused??? We decide and we choose paths in order to find out actually who we are. That's the philosophical and practical view of decision making.  This effectively removes the fear in making decisions and pursuing it, for any decision would just be a journey to understand ourselves better. Life is a learning experience and decisions help us to apply that learning. All outward journeys, finally end up inward, within ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus there is actually no loss or gain in the grand scheme of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are therefore no good or bad decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave it to my dear readers to contemplate and send your views on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-3857726320698371524?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Decision Making'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3857726320698371524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=3857726320698371524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/3857726320698371524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/3857726320698371524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/05/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S-P6r1VzkJI/AAAAAAAAC0c/PITbQxdwgV4/s72-c/The-power-of-good-decision-making.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-7915243410925820877</id><published>2010-04-07T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T04:17:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tintin - My initiation into the world of literature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S7xgu0h7zgI/AAAAAAAACk8/fzUbbHgVxs4/s1600/The_Adventures_of_Tintin_Cast.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457343205957422594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S7xgu0h7zgI/AAAAAAAACk8/fzUbbHgVxs4/s320/The_Adventures_of_Tintin_Cast.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was never fascinated with reading or writing or any kind of literature for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Till about class IV I never read anything except my school homework and textbook and I was always a "night before the exam crammer". In fact the cramming went all the way till class XII and only in my post graduation did I actually "refine ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy called Karan Das in my class who used to bring Tintin books. His vocabulary was very good and his spoken English was outstanding. My entry into the world of reading was actually mere curiosity and may be some child like jealousy that Karan could speak better English. The book called "Tintin and the broken ear" captured my attention and imagination. It is a book with a green cover depicting a red Indian, an American boy and a snow white dog rowing in a canoe. I asked Karan if he could lend me his book and he agreed. One book led to another and I must say he was quite selfless cause he never asked for anything in return from me. "Broken Ear" led to "Red Rackham's Treasure" and so on. I guess he had lent me around 6 books in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those "golden days" of my era, I was called " a whiz kid in class" and on top of it, everything I wished would happen, I would get anything I wanted...all this with absolutely no effort or cost from my side :) Why I say this is because, there was an obscure government library close to my house and the biggest wonder was the only English books they had were Tintin Books. I later came to know it was donated by one of my seniors in the neighbourhood who had out grown Tintin books. Lucky me :) I then went on to read "The Shooting star", "Red Sea Sharks", "Lake of Sharks" etc. and almost all the Tintin books of that era. Believe it or not, the "week magazine " also was running a series on Tintin and I could follow snippets by snippet of a story every week from my school library. I read "The Castafiore Emerald and Flight 714 that way". Thus I read almost all Tintin books without spending a single penny. God and the Universe must have conspired to fulfil the innocent desire of a "not so innocent" boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it "the absent minded Calculus, ever Red-faced Captain Haddock, gullible Thomsons, quick witted Tintin, Snowy- the dog with a conscience and yes the infamous villian Rastapopulous",&lt;br /&gt;the characters of the comic are so very well depicted and each character is etched in memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This craze led me to pick up "Doctor Who books" on which I have already written an article in this very page. Thankfully Doctor Who books also came to me on a platter, I read 86 of them without spending anything. And by the time I got hooked on to Doctor Who books I became a voracious reader. I definitely want to make a collection of all these books and make a good library, but I am not sure cause these days no matter how hard I try or how much time or money I invest, things never seem to go my way...dame fortune seems to have deserted me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit back and cherish those days, I thank my stars and wonder if those days will ever come again when the best things and whatever I wanted in life used to come to me from the ether without any effort and ya free of cost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-7915243410925820877?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Tintin - My initiation into the world of literature'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/7915243410925820877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=7915243410925820877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/7915243410925820877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/7915243410925820877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/04/tintin-my-entry-into-world-of-reading.html' title='Tintin - My initiation into the world of literature'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S7xgu0h7zgI/AAAAAAAACk8/fzUbbHgVxs4/s72-c/The_Adventures_of_Tintin_Cast.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-6715099328202864755</id><published>2010-03-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:22:21.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Mountaineering - (climbing the mountains in life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S5XM7gcDmuI/AAAAAAAACd0/rDV2e9J1MTo/s1600-h/effort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446484647066442466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S5XM7gcDmuI/AAAAAAAACd0/rDV2e9J1MTo/s320/effort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not Edmund Hillary or Tensing Norgay and no I am not talking about climbing up a real mountain. But then everything else in life is a mountain to conquer. Most of us look at the sheer height of the mountains to climb and get overwhelmed so much so that we are so paralysed that we do not even have the courage or will to take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every task/venture/mission we take looks like a mountain first. But an experienced mountaineer knows that every mountain can be broken down to peaks,mounds and steps.Instead of being overwhelmed and numbed by the sheer size of the mountain, he quickly gets to work. He finds out as to what parameters are available and how he can make the most of those. The mountaineer makes calculations of the height, the effort estimate etc. and makes a list of things needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a dialogue in "Lord of the Rings" where the hobbit who has to take the ring to its culmination stops numb thinking about the sheer difficult of the task. He says "its impossible". But his friend says "Yes it looks impossible, but then lets atleast try to reach the next mountain for starters". They then go on and reach the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many unknowns but nevetheless make the first step. Every task starts with the first step, then mound after mound, peak after peak till we reach the final destination. I will not say every mountain can be conquered but then it is better to make an effort and fail rather than attempting at all. This is because failures are the greatest teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tools for mountaineering are 4P's.&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Perseverence is an art,&lt;br /&gt;Persistence is the key,&lt;br /&gt;Know always that perfection is a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, there may be many wars lost but the key is to win the battle. And winning the battle means learning lessons. We may have scars, we may be battered and bruised, we might succeed or fail but the sweet taste of the "salty sweat of effort" is priceless and more satisfying than anything else.Above all make sure to enjoy the journey also. No mountain is beautiful if you have just reached the peak and not enjoyed the beauty of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing heigh ho Sing Heigh ho there is no time to be sorry, this life is jolly !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-6715099328202864755?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='The Art of Mountaineering - (climbing the mountains in life)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/6715099328202864755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=6715099328202864755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/6715099328202864755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/6715099328202864755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-of-mountaineering-climbing.html' title='The Art of Mountaineering - (climbing the mountains in life)'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/S5XM7gcDmuI/AAAAAAAACd0/rDV2e9J1MTo/s72-c/effort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-7795126691227993080</id><published>2010-02-16T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:41:54.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professionalism in life and relationships !!!</title><content type='html'>From my journey so far, I have come to realize that professionalism applies not just when it comes to work, it makes sense in every walk of life. Professionalism is a life style. It is the art of living life and work. Values and ethics punctuate it, the professional gives it life and defines it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like it or not, we are actually alone and each of us have our own paths to carve out of this island we are put in. At the same time, the way we carve our paths is important and finally it is not just whether we carved the path that defines us, it is the way we did it that is going to leave it permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are aware of professionalism in work and so I leave that to you cause companies already speak volumes on it. For me being a professional in work is like being like a commando.&lt;br /&gt;Precise, lethal, independent but works as a team and does a clean job. That's the sum and substance of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionalism in life and relationships is something I would like to focus on. In fact we can apply all professional ethics to relationships also.I have realised that it is very important to respect boundaries in life. In all relationships, give in your best, but with a detached mindset. This is because even among closest friends there are invisible boundaries(unfortunately). In every relationship, always be aware of the limits and boundaries and start respecting it. This is because, a spoken word, or a careless mail is all it takes to hurt people and destroy relationships. And once trust is broken, sometimes it does irrevocable damage. Once relationships are robust, then there is always a trade off cause you have accepted people but then people are complex and so are relationships. And sometimes there is not always the same consensus between people. There is one way traffic in friendships also!!! In relationships also, it should always be on a level field. Mutual respect, mutual commitment and mutual understanding is a must and never take people for granted. We also need to realize that there is nothing called selflessness, atleast in the fast moving material world. A thick skin is therefore a virtue :) Try to be as sincere as possible and don't go out of the way overdoing things.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships take time to nurture and build, so patience and perseverence matters a lot. It is built on trust and make sure to give your best and more importantly leave the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Finally just like in the professional world, sometimes even the best of friendships might have to part ways, and so it is also prudent not to burn bridges or bad mouth people whatever the issue may be. Try your best, cause all conflicts can be resolved by talks but then if it is still a no-go then always part in a friendly note cause you never know :) People are people and every person is a unique individual and worthy just like everyone else :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-7795126691227993080?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Professionalism in life and relationships !!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/7795126691227993080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=7795126691227993080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/7795126691227993080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/7795126691227993080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2010/02/professionalism-in-life.html' title='Professionalism in life and relationships !!!'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-992239805910064840</id><published>2009-11-16T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:00:11.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to "Apples" and "After Apple picking!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/SwH5xio5WuI/AAAAAAAACHo/7z4ydWXcjf8/s1600/AppleOrchard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/SwH5xio5WuI/AAAAAAAACHo/7z4ydWXcjf8/s320/AppleOrchard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404875657328548578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toward heaven still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's a barrel that I didn't fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beside it, and there may be two or three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I am done with apple-picking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essence of winter sleep is on the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got from looking through a pane of glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And held against the world of hoary grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It melted, and I let it fall and break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I was well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upon my way to sleep before it fell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What form my dreaming was about to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magnified apples appear and disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stem end and blossom end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every fleck of russet showing clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My instep arch not only keeps the ache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I keep hearing from the cellar bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rumbling sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of load on load of apples coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I have had too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of apple-picking: I am overtired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the great harvest I myself desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That struck the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went surely to the cider-apple heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As of no worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One can see what will trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were he not gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The woodchuck could say whether it's like his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or just some human sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;===============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems. One of my personal favorites.&lt;br /&gt;In fact this is one poem which inspired me to think in terms of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would pen down a poem :) those days. But I guess in those happy go lucky days in school there was nothing to inspire a poetry!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The poem has so much to contemplate in depth about one's career, the path one chooses, about burn outs and the question of "Is one really happy with what one does?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  "I leave it to my dear readers to contemplate more on that and share your views".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically remember this poem cause we had a section in our exam paper called "Poem Essay" and I loved this poem so much that I wrote in "Apple" flowery words( about the author, and the intent of the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What resulted was unexpected :( My English teacher told me. "I want to see your parents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh so much for Apple picking. I guess I had picked a stale Apple :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English Teacher then told my mom "Your son will not pass his English exam this way". My mom said " But his English is so good and I don't see any problems with his essay". The teacher said " Yes thats precisely the problem!!! Your son writes in such a high language and for every essay he writes, I have to spend an extra half an hour reading his paper and trying to interpret it. He writes at an M.A English Literature level. And people evaluating his paper will never have that patience. Let him write in a simple language so that he gets a pass mark". I was elated in a way but also terrified that I might fail in English :( in my X board(bored) exams .&lt;br /&gt;I was asked by my mom and the teacher to tone down and simplify my language so that people would understand !!!! hmmm it was like asking a Yamaha RX-100 to ride like a Hero Honda...Bajji Bonda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing I like about the poem is because of Pomme(Apples)&lt;br /&gt;See Pomme gave birth to Poem(crazy analogy...but worked in my case).&lt;br /&gt;I love Apples and  hope to do some Apple farming someday :) if not own one.&lt;br /&gt;May be someday as Robert frost puts it in his another famous poem..."Way leads to way..."&lt;br /&gt;I might end up in some farm(or my own)picking apples and when my instep arches pain&lt;br /&gt;I would recite this poem about pommes and I am not sure if I would actually like apples then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Robert Frost and his poem on pommes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go and get a juicy apple to eat(like Tom Sawyer after a "hard day's work" )!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-992239805910064840?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='An ode to &quot;Apples&quot; and &quot;After Apple picking!!!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/992239805910064840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=992239805910064840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/992239805910064840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/992239805910064840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-apples-and-after-apple-picking.html' title='An ode to &quot;Apples&quot; and &quot;After Apple picking!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/SwH5xio5WuI/AAAAAAAACHo/7z4ydWXcjf8/s72-c/AppleOrchard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-2693975074999380458</id><published>2009-04-21T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:03:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer is Blowing in the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Blowin' In The Wind (Bob Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;How many roads must a man walk down&lt;br /&gt;Before you call him a man?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail&lt;br /&gt;Before she sleeps in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly&lt;br /&gt;Before they're forever banned?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years can a mountain exist&lt;br /&gt;Before it's washed to the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist&lt;br /&gt;Before they're allowed to be free?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he just doesn't see?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must a man look up&lt;br /&gt;Before he can see the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have&lt;br /&gt;Before he can hear people cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows&lt;br /&gt;That too many people have died?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above song is a famous piece from Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;It talks about walking the path and what it takes to be unshakable.&lt;br /&gt;A true master piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penned down some of my thoughts about this below:&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;Life is not devoid of disappointments and every disappointment leaves scars.&lt;br /&gt;But it is these scars which turn into stripes and the final question is:&lt;br /&gt;"Have you earned your stripes?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only when the heart tears that it grows stronger.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, truth,tenacity, perseverance,endurance and courage is what we need with us to move forward in life. But there are also times in life when we need to just let go and move on as well. Do your best...leave the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are mere travellers.Everything in life is a learning experience. &lt;br /&gt;So when we fall, when we fail,when we are dissapointed:&lt;br /&gt;we need to stand up, wipe away the dust,clean up the wounds=&gt;allow it to heal,&lt;br /&gt;ignore the scars,imbibe the lessons,grow stronger and move on...&lt;br /&gt;Apply the lessons learnt make sure that mistakes are not repeated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-2693975074999380458?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='The Answer is Blowing in the Wind'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/2693975074999380458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=2693975074999380458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/2693975074999380458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/2693975074999380458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2009/04/answer-is-blowing-in-wind.html' title='The Answer is Blowing in the Wind'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-3563489857029148263</id><published>2008-11-21T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:50:14.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/SSa7tZDKd_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/lDx_CdMUkQA/s1600-h/10dr19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271106802376407026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/SSa7tZDKd_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/lDx_CdMUkQA/s200/10dr19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor Who books were perhaps the only story books available in our school library. When there were other people of our age reading Hardy boys and Nancy drew, we were reading Doctor Who books. In class VI I used to wonder what kind of crap the book would contain and the mere look of those books used to put me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a kind of idle curiosty that made me pick up a book called Doctor Who and the Cave Monsters- my first Doctor Who book. That was in class VII. I then found that it was about time travel across the space-time vortex. And that was the beginning of the race again time :) Others in my class also got hooked on. We were a set of 5 people and every week it was a book a day. We each used to borrow a book and finish one the same day and exchange it amongst us. We aimed to complete 4-5 a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We literally ate,slept,talked and walked Doctor Who through VII,VIII,IX and XI and yes we were not allowed to borrow books in X and XII for obvious reasons. There is a set of 72 Doctor Who books and we used to write down in our school diary whichever book we read. My count was 65 to be precise. And then we left school and I have scourged book shops and the internet in vain for the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fortnight back I went into an old book shop in T.Nagar Pondy Bazar. And wonder of wonders there were a set of Doctor Who books lined up. I rubbed my hands in glee as if they were a meal fit for a monarch. I asked the book shop owner and he said Rs.50 a piece. There were 25 books in all. I told him that I would take all if he gave me a deal. Little did I know that this guy had graduated from Harvard Business school. He said "No way....you know nobody has bought this book for the past 20 yrs". I told him "Well rest assured nobody will buy it for another 40 years if I don't buy it now and walked out with a pain in my heart". He then called out to me and gave me a deal Rs.30 per book. I thought Rs.20 would be fine but then my greed for the book overrode the money and I bought the entire set of 25 books. And yes I read a book a day with the same old relish. I wish I could buy all the 72 and my quest will be to make a collection. Well atlast I have a definite aim in life :-) !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor Who????&lt;/div&gt;============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who survived till this line and are curious about the book and would like to know more. Doctor Who is a an exiled Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. He roams the universe in a space ship which is called TARDIS(Time and Relativistic Dimensions in Space). It looks like a police box though it is designed to adapt to the surroundings. His favorite plabet is Earth. His space ship is defective and will seldom land where he wants to. And so he wanders through space and time and fights the bad guys. The Doctor is a scientist and thats why he is called Doctor and since people don't know his name they ask Doctor Who? The Doctor has the capability to regenerate and so has different avatars :) (see the photo listing 10 faces...its all Doctor Who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor Who-&gt;Dasavatharam :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are a set of links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drwhoguide.com/"&gt;http://www.drwhoguide.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-3563489857029148263?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Doctor Who Books'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/3563489857029148263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=3563489857029148263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/3563489857029148263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/3563489857029148263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2008/11/doctor-who-books.html' title='Doctor Who Books'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/SSa7tZDKd_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/lDx_CdMUkQA/s72-c/10dr19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-5249706403071065986</id><published>2008-09-05T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:05:41.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chennai Ennai poda Vennai Endradhu</title><content type='html'>Chennai....I landed in Chennai(by bus) from coimbatore to take up my next venture.I had already contacted some brokers to find a house for rent and all of them had assured me "Sir just come von or two days in advancu onnum prechanaey ille we can easily get you a house/flat/PG" and the rent they said seemed to be nominal and I thought ok so its just me going there and I get a place in a jiffy. But some gut feeling(which has never failed me) made me go 4 days in advance which included a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already called up a close family friend of ours(whom I address as uncle) and he asked me to come down and stay with him till I found a house. I was greeted by the exorbidant chennai auto fare(and I thought well if Coimbatore is like that then Chennai ought to be more expensive). I said to myself "sappa matter..don't worry once you figure out the place everything will be fine". Uncle and family were hospitality personified and I had a great day because it was Varalakshmi pooja and I also sang some songs(thanks to their patience :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it began....uncle said he will accompany me to the place since I was to meet the broker and I did not know anything about chennai. I knew some places thanks to google maps and I was proud of being the tech savvy guy who had figured out the places,advertised in sulekha and managed everything through the internet. I called up the broker and he said one PG twin ,fully furnished,with AC,fridege and all is available...and just 5 minutes from your company....man very impressive.Now all I have to do is go see the place pay the advance and then shift. So simble you know...Then I reached the place...after travelling for an hour and a half the broker took us by bike along a dusty road and his "justu five minutes" had already exceeded 1o minutes by bike.I thought ok walking for 10-15 minutes will be a good exercise. We reached a house and then we went upstairs. There was no fridge,no AC. He said sir they will fit it soon....and then he showed me the room. It was about 18*10 and there were 2 cots already. And he said sire you can put your cot there. I asked "what about the other two?" Well sir there are 2 people occupying this room and you have to share with them and there is a common bathroom there. I asked him the rent and he said Rs.5000 per head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God this is the limit. I walked out of the place. I called up all the other "contact numbers" I had and all of them replied"already occupied".We decided to get back home and I had this feeling that this was not going to be easy at all. We reached home at night cause we had started late afternoon and the places is quite far off. Then I rummaged through the internet. Found as many numbers as possible. Then we also rummaged the news papers next morning. I had already made 20 calls the previous day and I had around 30 numbers with me today. I called up each number and the response was one of the below:&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry sire aalready aacupied"&lt;br /&gt;"Sire this house is new very big and it is far caarporate use and then rent is Rs.30000"&lt;br /&gt;"vokay family aar bachelor...voh bacheloraaa we don't give to bachelors sire"&lt;br /&gt;(I certainly did not want to get married to get a house...and though it did sound the easiest way out)&lt;br /&gt;And in all I had just 2-3 numbers which said they have a house. I went again and scouted the whole day.The first 2 were absolute waste and then on the way we got one more person who said we could see a house the next day. Uncle had also spoken to his relatives in that area. We then visited all the places...most areas were not good and the houses were worse. And the rent charged was nothing less than Rs.5000....I was willing to pay that but none of the houses semmed worth it.I had one option of moving in with a person in a 1 BHK. I called him up  but then lady fortune deserted me there when he told me that he decided to take in his buddy. Hmmm so much for the promise he gave that he would keep it open till sunday evening. Then we finally reached the last number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was a flat,rent was around Rs.10000 but I could find roommates. And the house was good and the locality was ok.Only thing is I had to walk for about 25 min each day to the place where my company bus would come.That would mean a walk to nearly 1 hr a day. But then I thought thats the best to do considering the situation. And finally on monday I shifted. I have not included some more funny experiences with some really weird people since this has already become very lenghthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the ordeal of finding a roommate. First I advertised in the internet and I was sort of becoming a house broker expert...calling people and showing them the house and explaining this and that 2 BHK bath attached and so on and so forth. Finally a colleague of mine was looking for a roommate to take a house and I told him I have a house and I am looking for a "house mate " and he liked the house. Finally he moved in. I had thus scouted almost a large chunk of chennai to find a house. I thank the internet and our family friend uncle (who accompanied me everytwhere and helped me a lot)with all my heart..cause without them I would have never found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my experiences the real disappointment was when the brokers turned out to be turncourts. Overall coming from Bangalore where there was an air of sophistication, here I was disappointed by the way they interacted with you. But I guess may be thats because I did not have to interact with that many brokers/house owners to get a  house in Bangalore.I had found one in just half a day.I like Bangalore better cause yes the weather is too good. The infrastructure is much better. I do hear that the sub urban trains are  a boon to chennai but you need to get used to it to like it. And above all people TRUST BACHELORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my overall first impression considering that I melted like butter under the sweltering heat of disappointments was "Chennai enney poda vennai endradhu"-thats a famous dialogue by comedian vivek in a movie. And yes he is right. But then my workplace is good and my current bread(sorry idli)is here and perhaps I will learn to like it :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-5249706403071065986?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Chennai Ennai poda Vennai Endradhu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/5249706403071065986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=5249706403071065986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/5249706403071065986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/5249706403071065986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2008/09/chennai-ennai-poda-vennai-endradhu.html' title='Chennai Ennai poda Vennai Endradhu'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-2597539974751865256</id><published>2007-12-10T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:46:10.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/R10viXmlx_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/aPL8yHxCo-M/s1600-h/Kingfisher-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142318617024907250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/R10viXmlx_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/aPL8yHxCo-M/s200/Kingfisher-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never thought traveling by flight could be a great experience, probably I was biased by the fact that I had not traveled by flight at all. That is why I never gave it a thought, in fact I used to say to myself-"well it’s a great technology, but sheer waste of money. I was the only person in my family who had never boarded an aircraft. I had gone home on Nov first week and my mom said next time why don't you fly down to Coimbatore. You are the only one who has not traveled by flight. I told mom-"Verudhe endhina paisa kalayande(Why waste money) besides if I am destined to fly I will".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 15th evening my PM called me and said there is an urgent implementation to be finished and I was to travel to Kochi. I quickly called up "Friends travels Madivala and said Chetta Cochin lekku oru seat urgent aaytu venam-adhey A/c bus thanne".Then my PM said forget the tickets, apply for domestic travel and said the tickets could be collected from K2 (Koramangala Wipro office). On reaching K2 office, I was handed a nice little envelope and inside it was the to and fro FLIGHT ticket by King Fisher Airways. Mind blowing I could not believe I was going to fly the next day morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore Airport 5:30AM my aunt dropped me @the airport. I went inside,did not have a clue as to what to do and thanks to another PM who was also a close friend of mine I managed to reach the plane without problems. I went in not able to make sense of which was my seat number and thanks to the air hostess, I finally managed to find my seat and like most times there was no one sitting next to me!!!Memories of TV shots of Twin tower and other catastrophes came racing, enthusiasm took over fear....5,4,3,2,1 and lift off I was air borne and yep I never once unfastened my seat belt throughout the journey as if that is going to protect me if something happended!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore looked like a gray city with silver nitrate spilled carelessly all over. Then came the sun rise....The sun appeared on the horizon, a pink color and then slow and steady He arose in full glory. A rotating gold ring shimmering and standing out, captured my attention. It was a clear day and there were no clouds and the sun started blinding everything else from my view. So I turned to the breakfast served...did full justice to it though I knew from my historic trips to ooty and shabarimala that I vomit at the slightest twist in the hairpin bend. The plane did swerve at some dizzying angles to the left and I shifted my attention to the newspaper. And then lo the landscape changed to an endearing green-God's own country and why not? The picturesque landscape reminded me of brocolli.It was as if the entire region was filled with broccoli cultivation amidst clear silver streams. Then came the landing....I felt as if I was in a race bike which was in mid air and Then suddenly gravity pulls it down. The tires came down and then I did feel relieved that I was back on earth. It was an experience which brought back my childlike enthusiasm and I felt very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 3 there I was at Nedumbasheri airport after 2 weeks of back breaking work. Now that I knew the process of boarding and checkin, I was pleasantly surprised that I had not noted one of the "other beautiful aspects of Kingfisher”. Vijay mallya says,” The crew is personally selected by me" and why not...the King of good times certainly has an excellent eye for beauty, especially when he chose the customer coordinator at the airport!!! Though I had to wait for half an hour before boarding, I never felt bored!!! I then boarded the flight and I did notice ;-) the airhostess this time. The flight took off again and I did not want to waste time on the mundane attractions of life. I tilted my head towards the window. I could see Bharatha puzha-well I think it was or some other river whatever it is was flowing right through the landscape flanked by lush green "broccoli". It was a cloudy day and it was a wondrous trip. I would say this was much better than the onward journey. I was flying above the clouds. The clouds were like loads and loads of cotton thrown over the mountains. I remembered the serials like Om Namah Shivaya, Mahabharath etc...where in the Kailas and Palaazhi, the abodes of Shiva and Vishnu are filled with clouds and man I did feel like a God. Then came the sun mercilessly blocking my view, but this time the clouds effectively shielded him and it was wondrous to see the cotton clouds turn into shining silver. The landscape shifted to boxes of organized buildings at first and then into utter chaotic boxes.....yes we reached Bangalore.... the flight will land shortly came the announcement. Then the same landing I kept hoping that the wheels don't bounce off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an exciting and exhilarating trip to be cherished forever ad moreover the best part of all of it was that it was sponsored by the company!!!The best things in life do come free sometimes when you least expect it!!! No idea whether I will get such journeys again but I am not looking forward to it cause it is best when it comes unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          "Bhagwan ki Jai Wipro ki Jai!!! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-2597539974751865256?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='My First Flight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/2597539974751865256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=2597539974751865256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/2597539974751865256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/2597539974751865256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-flight.html' title='My First Flight'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/R10viXmlx_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/aPL8yHxCo-M/s72-c/Kingfisher-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-7145235850840715440</id><published>2007-09-08T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:50:37.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles for recognition?</title><content type='html'>http://www.voanews.com/english/2007-09-07-voa53.cfm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above link the article says there is a need for one more case of miracle healing in order for Mother Theresa to be declared a saint.Why do people want "miracles" to declare a person as a saint? Mother Theresa has lived her entire life for humanity and that makes her equal to God.Why should someone do something which is super human in order to get the status of God or Saint?The problem is we believe that God cannot be human and He/She should be someone who is of angelic countenance and does super human things.Why this sort of a mind block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people amidst us who dedicate their entire life selflessly for humanity.Most often we recognize them when they are dead and gone.Mother Theresa deserved to be called a saint when she was living itself.Why wait for someone to be dead and gone or await a case of miracle healing to declare the person as a saint?&lt;br /&gt;Religion is a tool for aiding Humanity and not viceversa.Most of today's problems are because we have used religion as a tool for war.Religions sprang up to guide humanity towards good.If there is no humanity then there is no religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Theresa is such a great human being where in she is helping the poor and needy even after she has left her mortal body through her institution.Her entire life is thus a miracle if that is what people are searching for.To selflesslesly love another human is a miracle in itself.It is the same reason why I adore Mata Amritanandamayi cause I have witnessed with my own eyes how she consoles and helps people sometimes for 24+ hours a stretch for days together.Miracle or no miracle such people are worthy of worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God cannot be someone sitting in an antiseptic corner of the universe.God must be the most human of humans.We keep waiting for the heavens to open up and rain down angelic beings to come down and help us.We even forget our friends and relatives who wish good for us.What happens is that in the process we forget the ordinary mortals amidst our midst who do extraordinary things without expecting anything in return.We must start recognizing them this moment because we are all mortal.Once we start to recognize and start to emulate them then the entire humanity will be redeemed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-7145235850840715440?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Miracles for recognition?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/7145235850840715440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=7145235850840715440' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/7145235850840715440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/7145235850840715440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/09/miracles-for-recognition.html' title='Miracles for recognition?'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-810788929388305153</id><published>2007-03-08T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:26:57.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Defeat</title><content type='html'>In my article "The Chewing Gum analogy" I had written about equianimity and the attitude of a chewing gum.And like everything in life it is always like things are easier said than done.How to stay equianimous and face defeat?Well until I faced a real defeat in life I could not write about it.&lt;br /&gt;So here comes how do we actually manage defeat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that we will see what is defeat actually?&lt;br /&gt;Defeat comes in different forms=&gt;polymorphisms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)There are instances in life where you get defeated no matter how hard you try.For example a friend of mine got excellent marks in the XII entrance but still he could not succeed in getting an MBBS seat because those seats were reserved.With tears of blood he watched people with lesser marks getting admission.But this is also a form of defeat cause you feel dissapointed cause you did not get it though you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this instance we can say it is dissapointing and frustrating but then the attitude towards it can be like this: I did my best and still I did not get it so it means there is something much better awaiting me.We must move forward with the attitude that OK I did not get an opportunity to climb the Kanchenjunga cause I am climber who can conquer the everest.God always reserves the best for the last.So we can move forward with patience,awaiting and working toward a better tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii)Then next comes defeat which you just cannot reason out why&lt;br /&gt;(I am assuming the male gender this is equally applicable for the other sex also)&lt;br /&gt;An amusing example can be that of a guy who gave all his heart for a girl and she chooses somebody else.Let us assume that this guy is of fine character,good breeding and balanced.&lt;br /&gt;But still she did not choose him.Why?Well nature works in strange ways.The girl chooses that guy for reasons which only she knows.Even God cannot mess with free will.So what should be the attitude of this guy?Just because team India lost inspite of Sachin scoring a century does not mean that Sachin is not the best batsman.It is difficult to accept but life has to move forward.There is no use brooding over and breaking your head about what went wrong cause you will not be able to understand no matter how hard you try.&lt;br /&gt;Heard melodies are sweet but those unheard are sweeter.Just like case i)God must have decided hey this guy is just too good for this girl.She will not be able to manage such a guy.I have designed a more compatible person for him.And yes lets not be unjust to the girl cause she got the best one she can manage and is compatible.A Toyota cannot run if it is fitted with a ferrari engine and vice versa.This does not mean Toyota or Ferrari is a bad car.Each is a class apart and serves its own purpose.So he must decide Ok I am a ferrari and let me race forward in life cause I am born to race and win a grand prix and not like the toyota-&gt;ride smoothly and put children to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii)Real Defeat due to lack of planning,purpose and preparation.This is the most serious of the three but easiest to handle cause yes we are the culprits. Here we should have the attitude of a real postmortem.We must unforgivingly and impartially analyse why we went wrong.We must learn from others,adopt effective study and problem solving techniques.A sense of application and purpose is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all no defeat/problem in life is worth losing ones sleep. We must have an attitude of surender to God and a deep sense of acceptance.Only inner change can only help cause we cannot just change the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Chewing gum is over whether it is success or failure.&lt;br /&gt;We must move on in this glorious journey called life looking forward to better,happier,exciting and wonderous journeys ahead.&lt;br /&gt;We deserve the best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-810788929388305153?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Managing Defeat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/810788929388305153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=810788929388305153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/810788929388305153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/810788929388305153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2007/03/managing-defeat_08.html' title='Managing Defeat'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-116262007062888973</id><published>2006-11-03T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:01:10.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Solving</title><content type='html'>Whenever we get a problem,for most of us the problem becomes a part of my psyche and that is the biggest problem.Slowly as I develop some really thick skin in the IT industry I begin to understand that a problem(may it be a bug/life/someone else's problem) is a seperate entity to be tackled and once we dissociate ourself from the problem it becomes easier to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually follow this method when I get a problem I used to move away from myself and observe me from a third person's perspective treating me as an object faced with another object called problem.In this way I am able to take an unbiased view and yes dissociate myself from it.This removes anxiety and personal bias especially when it comes to life problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every problem has a life cycle,the start where the actual problem is pose here it is as big as an unknown godzilla(God's illa-&gt;You feel even God is not there to help)&lt;br /&gt;then is the understanding phase where we actually know the problem,then comes understanding the cause and then root cause and finally when the problems root cause is undertstood its almost solved that is when you get the smile on the face(I knew it look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are better problem solvers that is because they have perfected the art of solving it.I believe it is in the process that the key lies.Each person has got some "best practices" when it comes to problem solving and it will be good if all of you people reading this can put in yours as comments so that i will compile all this and perhaps release it as a book!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-116262007062888973?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Problem Solving'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/116262007062888973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=116262007062888973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/116262007062888973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/116262007062888973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2006/11/problem-solving.html' title='Problem Solving'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-114241192545926825</id><published>2006-03-15T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:38:45.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chewing Gum analogy</title><content type='html'>"Success and Failure are both two great imposters" is a very famous quote....&lt;br /&gt;Life is to live no doubt but the attitude we take towards life is more important.&lt;br /&gt;In Life there is no permanent joy similarly there is no permanent sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be more easy to handle if we consider each instance of life as a chewing gum....where in we chew the gum till the juice remains.Every moment of life is a learning experience.We must take only the happiness/good out of the instance and enjoy it to the fullest.we should at the same time imbibe what it has to give.We should however remain unaffected(thats difficult of course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are either guilty of swallowing it or letting the remnants "stick on"&lt;br /&gt;We tend to forget that the chewing gum was/is/will never be part of us.Most of us are guilty of either resting on laurels or moaning on sorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we consider life like this and disallow any instant to affect us....life will be an interesting game where we look forward to more challenges and put both success and failure behind us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets move ahead lets make life more chewie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-114241192545926825?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='The Chewing Gum analogy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/114241192545926825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=114241192545926825' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/114241192545926825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/114241192545926825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2006/03/chewing-gum-analogy.html' title='The Chewing Gum analogy'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-114222418168344983</id><published>2006-03-12T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:36:47.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EverNew Joy</title><content type='html'>I have always been pondering over the fact that for most of us God is a matter of convenience that is only when we are stuck or are in trouble do we seek God...so if we are happy then there is no need of God at all?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an excellent book - "The Science of Relegion" -Sri Paramahamsa Yogananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an eye-opener to me.If God is not part of our daily life then there is no need for God.So what is God?What is Relegion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever we do the ultimate objective is to remove pain or gain pleasure.This quest of mankind is to acheive permanent bliss i.e a state which is supreme pleasure without an iota of pain.However even sleep is such a state.So the state has to be one of which we are aware.Death is permanent sleep and none of us like to die.So God is this state of Immortal Bliss with complete awareness.That is called Sat-Chit-Ananda This quest towards acheiving that state is called Relegion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever we do is towards fulfilling that ultimate objective.So we can say all scientists,atheletes,people working in any sphere are all highly religious.&lt;br /&gt;So we can say that there are no atheists in this world and very few really relegious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real objective of all Relegions is also the same.Only thing is we have missed the forest for the trees!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God is in every respect omniscient,Omnipresent and Omnipotent cause we are all at every moment engaged in reaching that state.Now I understand Tat Tvam Asi meaning YOU ARE THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we do is in search for happiness then why not be happy this instance itself.&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess every part of Life becomes a celebration,every work a worship and every acheivement an offering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-114222418168344983?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='EverNew Joy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/114222418168344983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=114222418168344983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/114222418168344983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/114222418168344983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2006/03/evernew-joy_12.html' title='EverNew Joy'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-113847940222824784</id><published>2006-01-28T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:16:42.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unheard words</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many people does a man/woman meet in his/her life....well  guess there are generally the following categories....people who we&lt;br /&gt;I)just meet say Hi ....Then Bye&lt;br /&gt;ii)meet,talk about the weather may be general politics get to know each others name's  and yes Bye&lt;br /&gt;iii) ii)+ meet sometime down the line and slowly build acquaintaince&lt;br /&gt;iv)iii) plus an email(usually forwards) once in a while on topics of general interest&lt;br /&gt;v)slowly some acquaintances continue to keep in touch.....&lt;br /&gt;vi)some of v) get into a closer loop &lt;br /&gt;vii)finely filtered and they are friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the 7 doors(strange 7 hills of Shabarimala,7 doors of Vaikundam....hmmm some celestial significance....)are real core friends atleast thats how it is for me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then at each level I find there are people who have made indelible lasting impressions.I have wondered why they never came through the next door!!!Well I guess most people did shut the door on me...ha ha ha ...I did not have to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously analyzing I find I did want a few of them who made these subtle impressions to come to my core group....iam interested in the around 50% of these who shut the door on me....kya hua yahaaan?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people who left me at &lt;=level 4 or 5 never got to know much about me...&lt;br /&gt;so that leaves say around 25% who did get in but got out....why why why?&lt;br /&gt;probably level 5 they understood that they I don't share their interests....fine so may be they found me a bore...since we did not have common interests...ok so that leaves say around 5-10% who did get close to me but then opted out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this 5-10% say a liltle down level 6-7 that Iam baffled....they did know me but then closed the door....so therein lies the question why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego conflicts?Difference of opinion?Fed up of me? hmmmm......no idea cause they never told me the reason....I guess those who came out of level 7 were those who &lt;br /&gt;had differences but sorted it out with me.....perhaps if the others too had done the same I would have been better than what Iam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all said and done...i do wonder why some left with unsaid words which echo somewhere within the closed doors of their hearts....leaving behind them a deafening silence......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be just a minute or two...perhaps a slap would have made that fine difference&lt;br /&gt;and may be they would have been one among my best people...but then Life is Like that&lt;br /&gt;Man Proposes.....God and yes people too dispose............!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-113847940222824784?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Unheard words'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/113847940222824784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=113847940222824784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/113847940222824784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/113847940222824784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2006/01/unheard-words.html' title='Unheard words'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-113739223039559170</id><published>2006-01-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:17:10.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Like This!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am on solid earth...rock solid that is...got some time now...anyway i will satrt blogging regularly from now on...I was just wondering I used to consider life as a what it is...&lt;br /&gt;In school....well go to school,come back home,do homework,get marks.........&lt;br /&gt;In college...a little more serious....get some recognition...only way get marks since I did not have any other "assets" to my credit...still life was fine since everybody was fine with it....there was pressure when I found ok now I have to get placed thru campus and WIPRO was end of the road for me...i got it...of course i had to slog a lot still that was well fine...the came the University rank....fine....then was the thought of PhD....felt emptiness there...then a little pressure but still I knew i will get into WIPRO and then i joined everything as fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I am working i feel endammmooooo work pressure...deadlines is fine no problems..there are teething issues...but then now I have to think what next???&lt;br /&gt;And I have to decide that like a MAN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career...what do i settle for?this itself or should i find someother company or should i go for higher studies??&lt;br /&gt;Life...now I guess I am a pillar in my family for I see that they are a little more comfortable....so what do I do....swaroop shuold get stabilised...2nd year next year for him..I hope he gets serious....hmmm...perhaps after that i will agin go for higher studies???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally marriage...when..how what...I don't want to lend a thought...it makes me scary...I find it difficult to manage myself even.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG difference I feel between college and work now is that now whatever I do there is so much at stake....responsibility...some times I feel I should not have grown up...but then there is a feeling of having reached a stage where u are happy that u are able to contribute....of having become a MAN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is like this...I used to wonder what people meant by saying "Life is not an easy joke"....correction.....&lt;br /&gt;This is Life...nothing is easy and certainly no jokes......&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what God meant when he said Man will have to earn his daily bread and toil....(when he cursed Adam and Eve)&lt;br /&gt;Atleast I won't have 'EVE's' pain..ha ha ha thank God I am a MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I believe Life---&gt;Enjoy Maaaadi!!!!!!!!...Find enjoyment in whatever u do....I don't have a choice here ..ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-113739223039559170?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Life is Like This!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/113739223039559170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=113739223039559170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/113739223039559170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/113739223039559170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-like-this.html' title='Life is Like This!!!!'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-113224505272335992</id><published>2005-11-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:30:52.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me @ WIPRO Technologies</title><content type='html'>I have not posted for long kyon ki Iam busy working at WIPRO Technologies...employed here as project Engineer in Toshiba ODC working on my first project....hmmmm this is perhaps not the first time I am staring as an underdog anyway I have a l;ong way to go before I become a pisthu....all experienced people around me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparom we will be shifting to Sarjapur...before that Electronic City is a beautiful place and wonderful food.My team is cool.Arun San(Sir in japanese) is my Team Lead and Renji San my PM.Team full aaa Tamil thaaaan dhool...pinne edekke mallus fir thoda hindi...a conglomerate of tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I leave at 7:20 AM from my room and reach at 11:30PM wow tahts a lot of work.As of now documentation...not yet into coding its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of professionalism and commitment shown by people to work...even iam amazed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Met all my former project people koteswar Ji Venky san and of course Shalini chechi...all are in heights of management...hoping to be there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-113224505272335992?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Me @ WIPRO Technologies'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-111989782156507390</id><published>2005-06-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:43:41.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Predator</title><content type='html'>We are alone not only in the Universe but also on Earth. We humans are alone with none to challenge, none to be afraid of and without a natural enemy we are loners. Every living thing which walks this Earth has a natural predator to fear, defend and fight in order to survive. Perhaps our ancestors had to struggle and now we are enjoying the fruits of emperorhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we doing now? We will see the child analogy.The first instinct of a child when it is given a toy is to destroy it. That is what we have done. We have managed to tame, hunt, skin and kill mercilessly almost all creatures for some reason or the other and have given them “sancturies”. What does the same child do after it has destroyed all toys? Exactly….. fight with its brother. The child as it grows first starts fighting for attention among its parents. Then it leaves home starts quarelling for want of dominance among friends. Then starts the teen years where it starts fighting for anything and everything. Then marriage and children and the fight is not only for one but for the entire family.Then it matures and fights in a more polished fashion-competition in essence cold wars. And finally once we have won over most of our enemies we realize we are old enough so what do we do, create new “enemies” (doesn’t matter if real or imaginary)for those who are below us . Then we watch in glee(who said old age is not second childhood). Then unknown and out of the blue comes an enemy born out of all misdeeds. The more the misdeeds the more terrible(diseases) it is, one final enemy called death.&lt;br /&gt;Our eventful life becomes quite an uneventful affair when we quietly succumb to this all conquering opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the above analogy we see as that the whole mankind has been traversing the path of a man . The quarell at home boils and we successfully eliminate our own brothers and once we achieve this we carry it  over to the neighbourhood and it is this …for want of a horse shoe nail the country was lost…in other words for want of a toy a country was destroyed. Initially wars were a spill out of the age old struggle for survival where due to lack of resources we started searching for greener pastures. We did find them and instead of sharing it, greed overtook us and we destroyed all our fellow beings. This was during the imperialist days. Then came the age wherein we became “ashamed “ of our fellow beings and established classes and relegions based on skin color and method of worship. We gave it a civilized name- “civilization”. Words like “killed a nigger” became routine. Then we broadened our vision-global  domination by elimination. This was during the world war wherin we killed millions of our brothers for being born under relegions which we created. Then after the world wars we reached into numerous settlements,agreements and we divided the whole world not by one or two classes but using advanced classification techniques and theories which we ourselves do not understand. Then came a more matured war – the cold war . Wars were fought using proxies just for the show of world dominance.Now we have reached a stage where all our misdeeds will come in the form of destruction. Seeds of disaster sown through ages will start coming to get at us (Terrorism in the name of relegion and territory for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a good man is one who has been inculcated with noble values like Love,truth and sacrifice. And such a man dies in glory. Lets use our age old gift-the one which has seperated us from other creatures and given us dominance-our wisdom. Lets inculcate the spirit of universal love and brotherhood. Lets remember what we have forgotten in our ages long struggle. We are all humans above all classifications. Humanity in its pure form is the most precious thing in this universe.Let our sons and daughters grow to be true human beings respecting and believing in only one truth called humanity so that Earth will again be humane and mankind will remain immortal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-111989782156507390?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' title='Lonely Predator'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/111989782156507390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=111989782156507390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/111989782156507390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/111989782156507390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2005/06/lonely-predator.html' title='Lonely Predator'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-110934669081719220</id><published>2005-02-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T07:51:30.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/3441/1024/Sante%20Fe%20meditate.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/3441/320/Sante%20Fe%20meditate.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mata Amritanandamayi Devi,My GURU,my guiding light.To me and millions of people she is the Universal Mother-AMMA&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-110934669081719220?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/110934669081719220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=110934669081719220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110934669081719220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110934669081719220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-mata-amritanandamayi-devimy.html' title=''/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-110934627704803475</id><published>2005-02-25T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T07:44:37.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/3441/1024/DSC03642.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/205/3441/320/DSC03642.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Grandfather,a role model,an inspiration in effect he is my GOD&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-110934627704803475?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/110934627704803475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=110934627704803475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110934627704803475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110934627704803475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-my-grandfathera-role-modelan.html' title=''/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-110906460098262226</id><published>2005-02-22T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:30:00.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservation</title><content type='html'>In a world driven by competition,“quality” is the mantra.Ours is a country led by “paradoxial” ideas.One side we talk of being secular-“equality for all”. But again we have this reservation system where there is “percentage” reservation. I would call it “preferential” reservation because the system has not been able to serve the actual needy. This system was to be valid for a limited period of time to “compensate” those who were downtrodden and had to eat the dust of  the “superior” classes during the British Raj.Though the “idea” was good, the implementation has been dragging along. It is like promoting the continued use of medicines which has lasted its expiry period. The medicine now becomes a poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is/Has the system really done its job? A simple example- say a candidate gets a job by his “rightful” reservation . His family is now able to progress. But the system does not stop there, his son and a multitude of generations to follow(thankfully) get the same treatment meaning the “backward” communities “inherit” their rights.So a seat which has to go to a deserving candidate goes to the son/daughter of a person who is now well to do. That is why I call it “preferential” reservation. “Reserve” for the “deserving” should have been the rule. The bow of law as usual has been bent and  broken  to string the desires of  the “unworthy” . There are always instances of members of a lower community “depromoting”to a further lower level to get extra rights. Moreover they get to “compete” in the “open” category also. Due to this,deserving people who have the quality are often displaced by undeserving and no quality individuals. Reservation for minorities have ensured that the majority have no voice in the country. How do we expect our country to improve in quality when the foundation is made of low grade variety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British Raj was an autocratic rule where classes and social divisions were used cunningly to promote “divide and rule” policy. But now in India which proclaims to bea soverign socialist secular republic, it is high time that such divisions are removed.The system was according to the constitution constituted for a limited period of 10 years.But convenient politics and the so called voice of the downtrodden have been playing “dirty” sorry “political” games to give continued  extensions .All this for the sake of votes. Money,corruption and fights for political gains have fuelled  furthur damage.As I said earlier, the medicine of reservation is long past its expiry date and has begun to poison the very soul of democracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policy of reservation where reservation is given to the poor without basis on caste,creed and relegion will serve the purpose. I do not intend to support the “upper “classes or malign the “lower” classes. Casteism and relegious divide has long since corrupted our minds. Let democracy be democracy in creed ,word and deed. But who is listening? Since I do not have a reservation I did not have the need to  “reserve” my comments .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-110906460098262226?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/110906460098262226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=110906460098262226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110906460098262226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110906460098262226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2005/02/reservation.html' title='Reservation'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-110785156164848542</id><published>2005-02-08T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:58:19.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synthesis of Science and Spirituality</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I read the book "The Da Vinci Code" written by Dan Brown.The book was very interesting however what happened in the aftermath proved more interesting.Iam doing my final semester Msc Software Engg at the Amrita Institute of Technology,Coimbatore.Iam involved in a project work which necessiates me to go to the Amrita School of Business everyday.I heard a heated debate/argument among 2 people-&gt;both had read Da Vinci Code.One was a guy who kept accusing the other for having "belief" and "faith" and that these two had no scientific evidence.The other said "faith" is "beyond reason"...and so on.I saw science pooh pooh'ing relegion and vice versa.I was pondering over it(I wanted to take an impartial view)when I realized that the two who were arguing had not in fact read the mission statement of our college-&gt;the underlying principle is synthesis of science nad spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;So to have a synthesis we must have homogeneous substances...that which can mix.But how can that happen when both are at war with the other. Where in do we find a homogenity?Well it is simple.All we have to do is look at the aim of both.The quest of both Science and Spirituality has always been the same-&gt;finding out what/who we are?I would say the basic problem we find here is that we consider both as different whereas in fact Science and Spirituality are 2 sides of the same coin(the quest to find out the TRUTH about ourselves).Perhaps Dan Browns another book "Angels and Demons" is an eye opener in this respect.&lt;br /&gt;A simple example.Research in science is single minded search+analysis+dedication to a field of study.Tapasya in Spirituality is again single minded search+analysis+dedication to a field of study,here the field of study being GOD.So who/what is GOD?All of us know the phrase "we are made in the image of GOD"."Thou art that"(Tat Tvam Asi)from spirituality(religious texts).Science says the essence of all matter is the same.We are in fact using only 5% of our brain and we will achieve super human feats if we are able to acheive 100%.So we again find that both are in essence trying to explain the same.Mankind has been in its quest for perfection and as he evolves and attains perfection he then perceives the whole world as his own being-&gt; a Universal mind.Again I saw a recent science article which says "The universe is all mind stuff"...and isn't that called MAYA????&lt;br /&gt;So from the above I believe science and spirituality are literally one and the same-&gt;a quest towards TRUTH and perfection and the union of science and spirituality will take place only at its culmination when mankind attains perfection by learning nay understanding the TRUTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-110785156164848542?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/110785156164848542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=110785156164848542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110785156164848542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110785156164848542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2005/02/synthesis-of-science-and-spirituality.html' title='Synthesis of Science and Spirituality'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10637609.post-110785574514441086</id><published>2005-02-08T01:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:42:25.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The inner "Jehad"</title><content type='html'>The whole world has now found a synonym for "Jehadis" -&gt;"Terrorists".&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from a very secular view point we do have to analyse what Jehad is.&lt;br /&gt;Every human being has 2 sides, the good and the bad.It is always an inner struggle &lt;br /&gt;for mankind battling the Mr.Hyde hiding within.We know that the mind is like a monkey&lt;br /&gt;always jumping towards sense objects,but again there is nothing in the universe as powerful &lt;br /&gt;as the mind.To make the mind focussed on "Good" requires alert discrimination or Shraddha.&lt;br /&gt;I believe this inner struggle which began right from the time mankind evolved is called "Jehad".&lt;br /&gt;So all of us are "Jehadis".Just because of a few misguided(comparitively),brainwashed and blinded section who have lost their very identity as humans we cannot blame an entire relegion.In essence every relegion is pure and deserves veneration.It is we the followers who malign them by making convenient "interpretations" and use them for our own ends.So "jehad" is over when we have won victory over our true enemy-&gt;ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10637609-110785574514441086?l=technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/feeds/110785574514441086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10637609&amp;postID=110785574514441086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110785574514441086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10637609/posts/default/110785574514441086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technicalphilosopher.blogspot.com/2005/02/inner-jehad_08.html' title='The inner &quot;Jehad&quot;'/><author><name>Karthik Sankar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00995549408334380645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_caWjb-3XGho/TRgX_-A70kI/AAAAAAAADEQ/5IxUqLJHnmM/S220/Photo%2B33.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
