tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511264561386207762024-02-20T18:14:33.383+05:30Self-ConferenceThoughts, experiments and experiencespManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-31066165354916574992018-01-21T16:55:00.001+05:302018-03-04T15:32:36.966+05:30A honk and its ramifications“You could flash your headlights instead?” I casually said, looking up to her, when she honked in an obvious situation where everyone was aware of her approaching. It was around 6PM, still visible but darkness is embracing the place.
However, my remarks on her honking didn’t go well. She got furious, as if I called her an asshole, or even worse! I was speaking in a tone which cannot be pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-17577596123939413992013-09-05T01:12:00.000+05:302016-08-21T23:07:59.129+05:30I love to see you cry
After a long time, she called me today!!!! Still expects me to talk to her on phone. You know what, this girl managed to get 2000 bucks out of me. To cite the stupidity in that, let me tell you the whole story.
I knew nothing about her, she asked me some bucks and I transferred it to an account that she said her sister's. She never realized I consider myself as a learner -- to be precise, a pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com6Bangalore Urban, Karnataka, India12.972442010578378 77.57446289062512.477229010578379 76.929015890625 13.467655010578378 78.219909890625tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-79389557913566970512012-01-15T21:17:00.001+05:302013-09-03T00:36:47.183+05:30Salutation to the Dawn - wake up with morning Sun!
Morning is the most beautiful moment of my everyday life. So, sometimes, I wake up with Sun, go to my roof top, and held my thin body against the morning Sun and stand still for some time!
Sometimes, even in the winter, I go up there topless! Fortunately, there's nobody in the apartment I live in, who enjoys the beauty of the dawn! The entire flora and fauna in the world can feel it, I wonder pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0Bengaluru, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.594562712.724026199999999 77.2787057 13.2191712 77.910419699999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-41703342914534434822011-12-22T20:02:00.000+05:302011-12-28T10:29:18.650+05:30Some Random BlurtsHow to effectively blurt? Read on.
A sane can point his finger at someone insane, while the insane, as per the self-proclaimed sane, is occupied with his duties, so obediently, so proactively and committed to it... and he has no time, nor willingness to worry about the sane, or to worry about his own fate.
Well, here I am, wishing for the insanity to find solace and eternal happinesspManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-17320266149778226992011-10-13T22:21:00.004+05:302011-11-24T10:56:48.830+05:30Steve Jobs Vs Richard Stallman
I am sure this is not the first time you are reading about Richard
Stallman’s remarks on Steve Jobs – “I’m not glad he’s dead, but I’m glad he’s gone.” But that's not why I am posting this. I have seen and heard a lot of buzz comparing Jobs with Edison and even with Einstein! I'd say Stallman is a philosopher, who often talk about his beliefs, as he
did before and most of the societal, pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com2Bengaluru, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.594562712.724026199999999 77.2787057 13.2191712 77.910419699999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-18916963834321181262011-10-07T19:34:00.001+05:302014-03-05T00:12:24.218+05:30How Annie Sullivan taught Helen Keller as Ayn Rand sees itTry to remember the incommunicable horror of that child[Helen Keller]'s state, communicated by Patty Duke[Actress]: a creature who is neither human nor animal, with all the power of a human potential, but reduced to a sub-animal helplessness; a savage, violent, hostile creature fighting desperately, for self-preservation in an unknowable world, fighting to live somehow with a chronic state of pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-88456281469427750002011-10-04T20:39:00.000+05:302011-11-24T10:58:03.005+05:30How I was fooled by TCS as a job candidate
One fine day in March 2011, I got a call from TCS - Bangalore. Caller introduced herself as Purva Bhalerao, asked me if I'd be interested in TCS. Being the No.1 Indian IT services company, I didn't have specific reasons to say 'No'. After a few calls and mails, I was asked to appear at white-field office on 16th April at 9AM.
With all documents I was asked to carry, I reached there by 9AM and pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com21Bengaluru, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.594562712.724026199999999 77.2787057 13.2191712 77.910419699999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-56096711631402098322011-08-27T22:06:00.000+05:302011-11-24T11:00:24.765+05:30Two HR recruiters in my lifeI had spoken with many recruiters and had some interesting conversations with some of them. It's always interesting for me to talk to a stranger. Let me post two of them here.
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One HR executive, soft-spoken and sweet, asked me lots of information and hung up. As I turned around, my cell was ringing again.
"Yup," I said answering the call.
"Hey, it's me again, pMan. I need pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com1Bengaluru, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.59456269999998312.7518902 77.342821199999989 13.191307199999999 77.846304199999977tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-8250603021548729322011-04-30T18:36:00.003+05:302013-03-03T11:44:38.430+05:30Stuck in the box in chop shopsI had a good conversation with some foreign guys about technology, outsourcing etc. Interestingly they never had something great to talk about India. But, more interestingly, whatever they said did make sense. Mediocrity rocks everywhere. The delay in processing anything. To get anything done by officials, it's a tough job.
An American senator called Infosys chopshop. There must be pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com2Bangalore, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.59456269999998312.4764147 76.949115699999979 13.4667827 78.240009699999987tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-84075550024893526772011-02-05T21:28:00.000+05:302011-10-07T12:36:43.856+05:30Few of my years old sketches found in the bin!It's a good idea to create a profile on flickr for sketches. Well, I did that y'day. And I was surprised to see the error message flickr showed to me that says I already have an account, I must either change my email id or delete the other account and some blah!
I had no clue of my other account and so, thought to log in just to see if anything is in. I had to reset my password after few pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-44506948832963724552011-01-25T20:40:00.003+05:302012-12-19T21:18:36.101+05:30Rijesh is my friendThis is sort of what I'd love to do, I'm satisfied with the sketch and how it looks. And, miserably, it could have been better. :(
The whole sketch is done with a single graphite HB pencil - only one. I tried out all my pencils one by one, most of the faber-castells, nothing worked up to my expectations.
Also, this image is the first one I ever used with GIMP, as a beginner I'd say GIMP ispManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-81593051888594792312011-01-22T17:13:00.000+05:302011-10-07T12:37:54.957+05:30The story of an NGO called ItsMyDutyThe employees and alumni of QBurst have a good virtual hangout, a perfect place for junks and craps!
In late October, a mail which claimed to be 'non-entertainment' in its subject line has proved it was serious once opened. Anooj was asking about helping needies in the city and neighborhood by accumulating cash from those who are interested. Many of us welcomed it and after a couple of days' pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-56602428832850143642011-01-09T15:42:00.001+05:302011-11-24T11:08:47.684+05:30Getting offended as an irrational emotionThis post can be generalized. But narrowing it down to offense and sympathy, for those who think anyone else is offensive and find solace in compassion. Mostly, when one has to choose between confidence and ego(t)ism or self interest/respect and selfishness, its difficult and subjective.
Someone else is always blamed when anyone got offended. The fact is some external elements and influencers pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-8232456710745164562010-12-05T17:01:00.003+05:302011-11-25T11:39:31.741+05:30What The Alchemist and Paulo Coelho told you?Everybody talk about 'The Alchemist' anytime the conversation comes to books. The Alchemist was not a motivating book nor a fascinating story, to me. More of a good time-pass read. Just another fictional work and there may be plenty of such. The author sometimes talks about inner calling and omens. I don't know what the author thinks about it, to follow or not, even after completing the book. ThepManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-42204305960623148912010-11-28T18:54:00.004+05:302012-12-19T21:22:42.440+05:30Pencil Sketch of Josie MaranI am back, in a week, again... Well, I must say I am not happy this time. But I thought to reveal it now, as there is no plan for me to work on this in the future. A perfectly finished drawing has never impressed me so much. All the hours (about 15) spent on this, I was doing it against will to make it that way, so tired now, gave up.
Any time I was in trouble, or if cops were around my way, or pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-30327895851132676492010-11-22T00:18:00.013+05:302012-12-19T21:20:51.762+05:30Charcoal sketch of Edward Cullen
This is my first attempt with charcoal. It was like coding with slate and pencil. :-)
It wasn't so easy, but I always like the high contrast in sketch that I don't usually do with graphite pencils. More of a learning process to me, I'll get better, hopefully.
I did like the vegetarian 'glampire', I'll be sort of one once I'm done here. I mean, the vegetarian part of him. :D
"I dreamed I waspManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-59932848294773818432010-10-02T14:26:00.008+05:302013-09-07T20:42:06.598+05:30My day at AnanthashayiHe was the most happy boy among them. He always says Aaro Vannu (somebody has come) every time somebody passed by, like he by-hearted it from someone else. Kids learn things quickly. He is only three years old and everybody there was happy watching after him. He dances with songs and tunes on others’ mobile phones, they are happy to play it for him. He called me and my friend uncle and got pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-7080255896069320152010-08-28T20:52:00.018+05:302011-10-07T12:42:09.911+05:30How Pman got kissed, got a life and got divorcedAfter a couple of weeks of contemplation, I resigned from my job. It wasn't an end of anything, nor was it a new beginning. As usual I was in the cafe, browsing and checking mails. There was a mail from Vanila, Kochi. They were looking for some one like me, and asked me to appear for online exam. Good, I made a quick search and got no results for sample questions. Less than an hour, done! I pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-90931747503956928592010-08-15T22:44:00.004+05:302011-10-07T12:42:44.341+05:30Kargil martyr remembered by Kupwara girlToday is the Independence Day of India, I just remembered the story of a modern freedom fighter, who sacrificed everything for India. it's a true story...
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He may be no more, but for 16 year old Rukhsana from a remote villege in Kashmir, Vir Chakra recipient and Kargil martyr Captain Vijayant Thapar is still alive. The student of std IX in Kupwara district of pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-9290166391895233842010-02-13T12:44:00.060+05:302011-10-07T12:43:03.424+05:30Some thoughts about absolute Truth and RightI just thought to write about the reality of Truth, after a discussion, where people have different opinion. And that different opinion itself spells the meaning of right is ambiguous, like anything else. The interesting thing is, almost everyone has a feeling of being in righteousness in ourselves.
Crowly, the most dangerous gunman in New York, he killed people at the drop of a feather( as pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-36137595323874769482010-02-07T22:53:00.086+05:302011-10-07T12:43:19.363+05:30The effect of a transcendental music and lyrics of Atma ShatakamI was so tired, since three weeks I had no rest at all. As I joined a new firm at T'puram, shifting to there, getting familiar with new workplace, people, environment. It was interesting and I was excited that I could meet new people and it was nice talk to them. What screwed me up was, last few days I had to stay office till 10 in the night. And last three weekends, I was either traveling to pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351126456138620776.post-21713310127355667172009-10-17T23:02:00.024+05:302011-10-07T12:43:39.838+05:30A journey in the train...
It was 5:30 in the morning. I had to leave, my friend was sleeping inside the room. And morning was cool. I closed the door and started walking down the street slowly, with a humming in my mind..
dawn is breaking its early morn
taxi’s waiting he is blowing his horn
already I’m so lonesome.. I could die.. No. I wasn’t feeling so lonely, anyway.
Well, I was heading home from Bangalore, have to pManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862232784504024575noreply@blogger.com2