Cracked Enigma!!

Hurray!! I cracked the Level 25 - Final Frontier of Enigma - A series of computer puzzles organized by IIT Karagpur.

Those who are interested @ taking this quiz, have a look at the webiste - Enigma

Answers are posted in the comments section.

The Silence of the Lambs - Movie Review

Kart's Rating - 4.5/5

Few weeks back, I watched the movie - 'The Silence of the Lambs', a horror/thriller movie, starring Jodie Foster and Anthony Hopkins, for which they both won Oscar awards for their flawless acting. It is unlike other Tamil/Telugu/Hindi movies in more than one way - there is no hero and the villain is also not an important character in the movie - the villain 'Buffalo Bill' appears in the screen only for few minutes and that too at the fag end of the movie. The movie is well directed and you would find it very interesting till the very end.

The main cast is played by Jodie Foster, the heroine one would want to fall in love at first sight. :-) Her acting was mature and her facial expressions were near perfect. I liked her (acting) to such an extent that the first thing I did when I came to office the next day morning was - I typed 'Jodie Foster' in Google search toolbar. :-) She acted as a FBI Academy student and fitted that role perfectly.
Antony Hopkins acted as 'Hannibal Lecter', a brilliant forensic psychiatrist and a incarcerated serial murderer. His performance remains the shortest lead acting, Oscar-winning performance ever, as Hopkins is on screen for less than 17 minutes throughout the course of the film.


For those who wanna know more on this movie, I would advise them to spend 10-15 bucks, rent a DVD and enjoy watching the excellent movie.

For those who enjoy reading a book than watching a movie have a look at the novel - Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris.

Kart learns to Rock - My first date with Violin.

Ever since my sister started learning carnatic music (that was a decade ago), I wanted to learn a musical instrument - initially it was not because of my overwhelming interest in music but purely because I always wanted to set the parities straight with my sister, who was teasing me for my musical ignorance. Over the years that wish grew stronger and stronger and by the end of last year it was strong enough to seriously think about joining a music class.

Why not Vocal? That wouldn't have been a question in the first place, if you had got a chance to hear my voice before. I am a below average bathroom signer. By saying this I am not trying to be modest. :-)

Now came the tougher question - which instrument to learn - Veena, Keyboard, guitar, violin or drums?

Why not Veena? I am skeptical about learning Veena, as the world 'Veena' sounds feminine to me - may be because I started growing watching 'I-eat-curd-rice' girls playing Veena in Doordharshan or may be because my bed room had a photo of Goddess Saraswathi playing Veena.

Why not Keyboard? Keyboard is an easy instrument to learn. Even if you are a bad musician, the sound from keyboard won't make you look awfully bad. But it can generate only discrete frequencies unlike string instruments which can generate continuous frequencies. It might also be monotonous - especially after spending hours in office typing my computer keyboard.

Why not drums? I recently moved to an apartment and I wanted to stay there for some more time - so don't wanna risk being tagged as nuisance by my neighbors - learning drums can be pleasant feeling to you but not to those around you :-).

Now the real tussle was between learning Violin and guitar. Guitar always sounded a cool thing and I usually envisage it with rock stars. But, Violin is also an equally cool instrument. Then, I asked my friend, who though not a prodigy in the world of music has a profound interest in music, batted for Violin and suggested me to take it up. The icing on the cake was when my school mate gifted his violin to me, definitely not an euphemism for saying that I grabbed it from him. :-), which obviated the need for further analysis on choosing the instrument.

After zeroing in on the instrument, and after a month long search for a good music teacher, I joined kalanjali to learn carnatic violin by Jan first week.

My first day was cool and it lasted only for 30 minutes. I did pooja to Goddess Saraswathi's image @ Kalanjali- not because I am a theist but only because my master is... After completing the rituals, I struggled to play even...Sa...ri...ga...ma.. in my violin for the next 15 minutes. But not any more, after a week long practice and now my apartment mates have also started enjoying my experiments with violin, though they occasionally tease me for the odd sound it generates in between. :-)

Made in Japan - Book review

Kart's rating - 4/5

'Made in Japan' by Akio Morito is arguably one of the best books I have read so far. Yes - It's a book written by the co-founder of SONY, one of the most successful electronics companies in the modern world. It was not only a good book on management but also provided me deep insights on the world affairs and Japanese culture; As and when I read the book, I stood on the shoes of Morito and analyzed how I would have reacted to those situations - it really was an interesting exercise (though you could call it as childish exercise), which helped me to understand how good a manager he is/was.

At a quick glance, one might feel that he was flattering the Japanese - their culture, their management skills, their technology, their work quality, their working style, and what not.... Initially, I got an impression that he was biased and was trying to sell Japan to the rest of the world. But, in retrospect, I am tempted to second his view. Japan, like a Phoenix bird, rose from the shambles after the world war II. The kind of economic growth they had after world war II was really remarkable, given that they are /were neither blessed with rich mineral wealth like Russia or USA, nor oil/natural gas like the Arabian countries. They are just a small island, cursed with active volcanoes and deadly earth-quakes; It was terrible to know that many Japanese were unfortunate enough to see Tokyo rebuilt thrice after destruction - once after world war II and twice after earth quakes, which shook Japan in the last century.

I always believed that attitude determines everything - when Sony was founded by Akio Morito and Ibuka, two creative young and creative engineers, they had no positive atmosphere for starting a company. They found it very difficult even to get a decent work place and the basic raw materials to build their electronics product. But within few months after the world war, Sony and other Japanese were not worrying about the havoc caused during the world war but rather they were looking ahead.

In his book, Akio Morito has expressed a very strong view on almost everything. He openly criticized his fellow company mates, his competitors and infact some of his own decisions. His views on the world economy, the economic development across the world, the management strategies employed by the west vs Japan were all very informative. His decisions in tight situations were spot-on most of the times, though some of them were learning experiences.

In short, 'Made in Japan' was an interesting and informative read.

PS: I wrote a part of the review long back (4-5 months back) when I read the book. But, I didn't find time to continue it until now, so the blog might lack coherence.

A weekend outing to Sivasamudhram, Somanathpur and Thalakadu

Last weekend, I was on a trip with my company mates to a few places in the outskirts of Mysore. It was a wonderful trip, so I thought I should write a travelogue.

It all started when Ashley Noble, ‘a noble person’ (only in his msn login name :-)), an Australian bush-walker who is afraid of walking in Indian roads, a pure vegetarian only when few pages from zoology books are moved to botany books (hmm...he considers fishes as water plants!!), my company-mate from Australia, emailed me on his travel plans to Bangalore. We have few things in common – both of us are weird guys (if you ask me for proof, read the second part of the sentence), fond of photography – not just because we had invested few hundred dollars in our new digital camera, and love traveling to exotic places – probably we both form the complete list of guys in our team who would be happy if our office is built in the middle of a jungle. Both of us were thinking about traveling to Hampi but then we had to change our plans as the train/flight tickets weren’t available for that weekend. After going through a few Geography and History books (hmm…many others call it as a travel planner though they only contain information about the maps, places and some weird Indian Historical facts, which are only found in 10th standard Geography and History books :-)), we decided on the place, only a day before the trip. In the meantime I learnt how to apply permutations and combinations – of places and time slots, how to use distance-time equations and how to apply some of the weirdest graph algorithms to cover maximum places in a 2 day long weekend. Most of you would agree with me that choosing a place from a travel map for a 2 day trip is not an easy exercise though Indian map looks small in those books. :-) At the end, ‘two days trip’ became just ‘a day trip on Saturday’ – Thanks to my workaholic colleague, who suggested that we take a day’s rest on Sunday to make a fresh start @ office on Monday. Finally, we all (7 of us) agreed to start our journey @ 8 AM in front of the office gate.

It was Saturday morning 8 AM. I was standing before the mirror wearing a full hand shirt and a jeans pant- My friend, who stood beside me, was quick to tease me that I lacked dressing sense. I wonder how he said that - I wore a branded shirt, sold by a busy shop, promoted by a famous Indian model, designed by a popular fashion designer and manufactured by a leading mill. If it’s that bad a shirt, why would they design, manufacture, promote and sell it in first place? :-) In a way my friend’s statement is true – whenever I go to a shop to purchase a dress, every dress in the shop would look equally good (or equally bad) and I usually come-up with a random number to pickup the dress, unless I go out with my friend or my sister. You know… the world is so complex for a single person to be good at everything :-). So I chose not to be good at a few things, which includes the so called ‘dressing sense’. :-) When I went past him, he showed a wry smile on his face as if he was indicating that he was a connoisseur @ fashion design and I was a mug to ignore his comments. :-)

Suddenly, a dejavu struck me – 5 years ago, I missed a trip to Ooty by not coming to the boarding place on time. Afraid of making the same mistake once again, I began to act faster - I wore my shoes and ran towards the car, which was waiting for me in front of the company. Finally, I reached the company at 8:20 AM. I was afraid that people would start pulling my legs for coming late. But that wasn’t the case. I read somewhere that “if you have to make a line appear big without redrawing it, then draw a small line next to it”. That is exactly what happened that day…though I came late, the girl (it’s not tough to guess who that girl was) who came at the last became the scapegoat and people started making fun of her.

We all started from office @ 8:30 AM driving straight to Sivasamudhram waterfalls, which was around 150 kms from Bangalore. I had been to that place couple of years ago with my friends, and it took 2 1/2 hours for us to drive there in our bikes. Given that I was not a rash driver, I thought we would reach there in around 2 hours by car. But, the driver had other plans – he had more liking on the brake pad than that of the accelerator. The bad roads were also helping his cause. The car was traveling as slow as a bullock cart and our experience inside the car was also no different – we felt as if we were sitting inside a bullock cart riding on a bumpy road, and we reached Sivasamudhram around 12:15.

First we reached a hillock near the waterfalls. We had a good view of the falls from a distance and we had a mini photo session. The river had plenty of water – Thanks to the monsoon rains. Then we went to another falls – Barachuki, which was around 10 kms from Sivasamudram. I was waiting for a place like this for 3 months ever since I learnt to swim, coz I haven’t tested my swimming skills in the moving water. I wanted to jump into the river and swim against the stream but I know that I was ambitious. When we reached near the falls, 5 of us jumped into the water and 2 other HEY-MY-SHIRT-WILL-GET-WET guys were playing the role of the photographer. First, we had to cross the river by walking on top of the stones and get to the other side. When I was walking on top of the slippery stones, I slipped twice and fell down -somehow I managed not to become a joker. We took bath in the falls - the water was flowing in full speed and it was falling as hard as a rock. We all had enough fun while playing in the water – I was trying to put to use some of my swimming skills and others also had their share of fun. Ash, Ramesh, Veda and I were busy climbing on the rocks and playing in the water. Siva glued himself standing under the falls – in fact he hardly moved. Sudhakar was playing the role of a camera man to perfection and Bindu was playing the role of a care taker of our bags. :-)

It was around 3 PM when we started again to drive towards Somanathpur temple. We had our lunch on the way. The taste of the food was very mean and we had to settle with a few parathas, rice and curries. We then reached Somanathpur temple around 5 PM and we took a few snaps inside the temple. The carvings on the temple weren’t as impressive as the ones in Belur or Halabedu, but still good enough to attract tourists. I had some fun talking to a few school kids who came there to visit the temple as a part of their school excursion. I saw a pattern among the students- Most of those girls were cute, neat, stood in straight lines and looked studious like a typical first-bench-student. Most of those boys were naughty, dirty, running around the temple and looked like typical last-bench-students. Guess it falls in line with a popular view that ‘girls are methodical but boys are creative’. The kids were very eager to shake hands with Ash, even before we introduced him as Steve Waugh’s brother-in-law. :-)

The initial plan was to visit- Sivasamudhram waterfalls, Somanathpur temple and Ranganathithu bird sanctuary. But, the time was 6 PM; so, the bird sanctuary was already out of our agenda. We finally decided to visit Thalakadu, though the driver warned us that it was too late to go there. We convinced him to drive us there – Thanks to the influential skills training that I attended a few months back. :-) On the way, we watched the sun-set and Ash made full use of his camera by clicking a few snaps. When we reached Thalakadu, it was around 8 PM – the driver took 2 long hours to drive 27 kms. It was very dark and we started walking through a half-closed gate. We had no clue on where we were heading to. It looked like a mini jungle with no lightings and there were no signs of any other Homo-Sapiens in the near vicinity. When we saw a dark moving beast at some distance, alarm bells started ringing in our ears. We were preparing ourselves to run. I wasn’t panicking coz I knew that I needn’t be the first person to reach the car; if I wasn’t the last one in the race, I would be safe. :-) Finally, we began to see the glimpse of the face of the animal and it looked like a pale under-fed cow. We continued to walk for some more time, but we had to cut short our walk and come back to the car, when we saw a few dogs staring at us.

We started our journey back to Bangalore @ 8:15 PM and we had some fun on the way by playing Anathakshari – Veda, Siva and I formed a team and Bindu, Ramesh and Sudhakar formed the second, though Veda ended-up singing for both the teams. In the meantime, Ash was enjoying a sound sleep. We had dinner on the way in a hotel @ Mathur and finally reached office around 11 PM, which was just couple of hours more than our planned time of arrival. Sometimes I think that we normally write down the planned time only to know by what margin we are late and it is never meant to be followed. :-)

In short, the trip was very enjoyable and memorable one too.

Trip to Muthathi

I had been to a place called Muthathi, 85 kms from Bangalore with my school mates in bike. Here are some clicks.

Once again - DevBagh

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PS: I haven't posted para sky-ing, water scooter and few other photos.
Few more photos are with my friends and I will post them shortly!!