Archive for May 2005

Whatchu looking at?

Whatchu Looking At?
This and that.

Bombay harbour

Bombay Harbour
Bombay harbour, as seen from Apollo Pier, near the Gateway of India. That spot in the water was actually there. See the picture in full size to get a proper perspective; the small version doesn’t do it justice.

It’s amazing how long a couple of weeks is.

Another wet evening

Another Wet Evening
Rain every evening for a week. I’ve been lucky to escape its fury, but I can’t help but feel reined in every evening. Glorious evenings, spent indoors wishfully staring out. And then pleasant weather all of the next day.

Somehow that caption doesn’t run off the mouth very well. Got a better one?

Death 3.0

My Nokia 6600 is dead. Again. Looks like this time it’s truly given up the ghost. It won’t even boot anymore—crash occurs right after the Nokia logo appears. The four finger salute isn’t working either.

Thank goodness for extended two-year warranty. Time for a trip.

That’s the second BPO recruitment ad I’ve seen today that promises to support further education if you join them. Competition must be heating up.
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And right after that, this fellow squeezes past a bus, and a cop screams at him, in Kannada, “you can explain it to a dog, but not to an auto driver.”

Someone’s realised a business opportunity in holding a sign to your face in a traffic jam.
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Locking down wireless traffic

After years of insecure, passwordless SSH keys (I hate typing passwords every ten minutes), I’m finally on ssh-agent. SSHKeychain is cool. Now if it only did tunnels with the -D (SOCKS) option, I could throw away SSH Tunnel Manager.

Still need to setup OpenVPN for those apps that disregard or do not understand proxy settings. Looks like it can run on a Linksys WRT54G, which is cool, because I’m planning to get one to replace my feeble Belkin. I’ll still need a remote server also providing OpenVPN for when using mobile access (Airtel, Hutch, Reliance).

Vaguely related: here’s a cool way to piggyback someone’s wireless connection by spoofing their identity and tunnelling through OpenVPN, which uses UDP, which is connectionless and hence will not interfere with that person’s network access.

It’s not even a police station. The mind boggles.
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Single word oxymorons are the best.
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Workspace, January 2005

Workspace, January 2005

Sunday’s Bangalore Times featured an ad interview regarding LASIK eye surgery. “Who goes in for this treatment? Anyone who wears spectacles is a potential candidate for [brand name], especially girls of marriageable age…” Good to know where society’s priorities are. Trust marketers to disregard all the fluff about how modern society respects individuality, and make a pitch to the real world.
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Makeshift top hat. Waterproof, too.
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The book meme

Passed on from . It’s been a while, Bala.

Some of this information is available on my book collection page (which sadly doesn’t live up to potential), but I’ll happily re-present. All links lead back to (mostly blank) pages on my site, and from there to various online bookstores.

  1. Total number of books owned:
    About 190. See the list here (some are borrowed).

  2. The last book I bought?
    Two photography books on the last trip:

    The latter is a book of pictures of Kerala.

  3. The last book I’ve read?
    Pageant: The Beauty Contest by Keith Lovegrove. I bought this book primarily for the fashion pictures—it’s hard to learn by looking at a picture unless you can see what’s lacking or unusual, and this book held promise. Reading this book is like ordering an Indian Bread Basket at a fancy restaurant. You get to sample lots, and maybe get a leaflet describing what each is, but don’t get enough of any. In the end, you want more.

    OTOH, the book I’m currently reading is a delight.

  4. Five books that mean a lot to me:
    I’ll sort these into categories, since five books is too few. I’m only counting books I’ve read in the last four years or so (that’s how long I’ve been keeping track).

    1. Travel: Rough Guide to First-Time Around the World by Doug Lansky. Most travel books tell you what’s worth seeing around a place, and where to stay and eat. I find them stifling, and ultimately uninteresting. This book tells it like it’s meant to be experienced. Most will tell you what vaccinations you need and precautions to take when visiting a particular area. This book tells you to carry only one change of clothes, not including that favourite pair of jeans, since if you wash it’ll only take an afternoon to dry, and it is usually cheaper to buy clothes than carry them. I’ve been a happier traveller since reading this book.

    2. Work: Maverick and The Seven-Day Weekend, both by Ricardo Semler, describe the unusual working atmosphere at Semco in Brazil. I’ve been lucky to experience a similarly inspired environment early in my career (which is how I found these books), and aim to reproduce it everywhere I work. It’s too early to say if it works long term, but I have tremendous faith in people’s ability to manage themselves effectively if given the freedom.

      What Should I Do With My Life? by Po Bronson is a collection of true stories of average people who struggled to find purpose in their lives, sometimes trying several times before getting it right. I found this book at a time when I couldn’t make sense of where my life was heading, and am glad I read it.

    3. Science Fiction: Frank Herbert’s Dune deals with prophesy, management, leadership, loneliness, reputation, perception, interpretation, and most of all, the individual worshipped as superhero. The first time I read it, it left me with a buzz that lasted weeks. The second time I read it, it left me with a buzz that lasted weeks. Highly recommended reading.

      Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card deals with authority, trust and individuality. I’m deeply distrustful of all forms of self-declared authority, and this book touched several raw nerves. Reading it left me plain scared. And then, when the story is nowhere near complete but the pages are running suspiciously thin, comes the whopper. The ending grabs you by the hair, slams you against the wall, and makes you rethink everything you thought you had figured out about trust and authority. It left me very shaken up.

      The Forever War by Joe Haldeman. Haldeman was a physicist who got drafted into the Vietnam war and hated every moment of it. And then he was wounded and sent back with a Purple Heart (read his own words). This book is his take on the experience. It describes a war played out across galaxies. Centuries pass on Earth as soldiers regroup and take lightspeed travel to each point of rendezvous. Each separation could mean an age difference of decades at the next meeting. Earth is no longer the society they went to war for. The physics is as detailed as the frustration. In the end it turns out neither side wanted to go to war. The few surviving soldiers are a thousand years from home and trapped in a society that holds them at fault. Forever War is the kind of book that makes you slam your fist and moan at the futility of it all.

    4. India: I grew up being taught a squeaky clean edition of India’s history. We were told all about our great kingdoms and how European aggressors took over the country and reduced it to tatters and how our great freedom fighters brought the country independence and how greatly it has done since. Mind you, these were the early years of economic liberalisation, when the general populace wasn’t feeling it yet, and when my teachers taught us from the books, they themselves were frustrated all the greatness amounted to naught when comparing India to the world. It should have felt suspiciously hollow, but it didn’t. Like everyone else around me, I was happy to blame the British for all our problems and live with the excuse that had India always been independent, it would have been a superpower today. The veneer lasted until I chanced upon Khushwant Singh’s View of India, a book that, in setting the balance straight, upset my applecart. Singh summarily dismissed everything I had been taught as making India great. He was thorough; there was nothing to hide behind. I learnt an important lesson from that book: mistrust anything that paints the world in black and white, for surely it is not that way.

      Nearly a decade later, two books served to fill in my history. India Unbound by Gurcharan Das describes all the missing figures from the freedom struggle. Whoever knew that the leading industrialists of the day, Tata and Birla, were as important figures as Gandhi and Nehru? They didn’t exist in our textbooks. Whoever thought Indira Gandhi’s declaration of Emergency, independent India’s only break from democracy, had little to do with an actual emergency? Das does a wonderful job telling the not-so-pleasant story of India’s post-Independence development.

      The other book is India Discovered by John Keay. It goes back a century and describes how India’s forgotten past was unearthed, how legend was turned back into verified reality, all in the hands of British officials. It did much to erase my belief that the colonists only pillaged. Neither book may seem significant to you if you do not come from a similar background, but for me, these books mean a lot.

    5. Society: In The Mystery of Capital, Hernando De Soto dares suggest that the secret of the West’s success isn’t capitalism but private ownership of property (real estate, not IP). Given clear ownership, property leads a second life as a value that can be traded to raise capital for business. De Soto goes on to estimate that in developing countries like Egypt, if slum dwellers had clear title to the land they lived on, the resulting value created would exceed all foreign aid the country has ever received. If countries cleaned up their property laws, they can lift themselves out their current state without depending on any aid.

      Aramis, Or The Love of Technology by Bruno Latour, translated into English by Catherine Porter, describes a failed subway project in France. Aramis—as the project was called—attempted to marry the automobile with the train, creating a subway where a user could dial a destination and be taken directly there without transfers or intermediate stops. The project dragged on for eighteen years before being terminated in 1987, and even then some thought it was still feasible and should be given another chance. Latour documents the various factors, technological and political, that defined the project, and how they added up to its demise. He presents in the voices of various actors, real and fictional, sometimes even letting Aramis speak for itself. This book is remarkable in that (a) it documents why technology projects fail, for reasons that may or may not be due to the technology itself, and (b) does it in a manner that does not read like a documentary. I consider this book mandatory reading for anyone who manages any kind of technology project.

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How to pass time during a power failure

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For his latest glider project, Kishore’s experimenting with a delta wing design. The material is aircore plastic. It’s the same material that is used to make those yellow STD/ISD/PCO boxes.

Yet another mobile telecom rant

So Hutch sends me this message:

Hi. You will be contacted for an offer from Hutch and Citibank. If you do not wish to be contacted for the same, please SMS DND to 998.

What do you know? An opt-out offer! Since I have no interest in being harassed with junk calls, especially when I’m travelling and paying incoming roaming, I sent “DND” to 998. Prompt came the reply:

Please send a valid response.

How clever. Now that they’re legally banned from making junk calls, they hide behind a dysfunctional opt-out service.

I’ve just about given up on Hutch. Not that there is anything fundamentally wrong with the service—it’s just these little tics all over the place. Their new GPRS pricing is ludicrous (50p for every 10kB), and then it barely works. A megabyte takes an hour or two. Their MMS gateway regularly burps with a bizarre error (invalid multimedia gateway; not authorised to use this gateway; or some other), when in fact transmission was successful. But sometimes it really fails, and other times there’s no error but it fails anyway. (To be fair, MMS service has been getting better, but it’s not good enough.)

Hutch doesn’t have all India coverage like Airtel does, so there’s no GPRS when travelling. I’m frequently in Maharashtra, and occasionally in Tamil Nadu and Goa, and none of these regions are covered. I need backup access.

And then there’s the matter of the notorious Hutch collection agents thugs. [info]mannu’s story has received much coverage, but that is by no means a solitary case. [info]urmila switched to a Hutch-to-Hutch free plan last December and then got billed 6k+, mostly for calls to me. She has email confirmation that she’s on the right plan (before the calls happened), and her bill clearly says so, but Hutch refuses to acknowledge their mistake. They’ve accepted a complaint and claim to be investigating it, but send collection agents to her house anyway. The thugs insist it is not their responsibility to check if they’ve made a mistake, and she had better pay up Or Else. She’s refused to pay until they fix their mistake and send an appropriate bill. They return every few weeks to harass her some more. Nothing else happens, but the trauma of booing the thugs out regularly is bad enough that were this another part of the world, Hutch would be coughing up significant amounts in harassment damages.

Does anybody know where in the corporate hierarchy would some screaming cause meaningful change, if such a thing is possible at all? This isn’t about refusing to pay a hefty bill: I had a 10k bill on those same calls (incoming on roaming) and paid on time. Urmila’s quite willing to pay if they will give her the correct figure, with Hutch to Hutch calls not counted. The problem is, they refuse to respond to her complaint, while the thugs refuse to acknowledge a problem at all.

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Make way for the new

Python is obsolete. Javascript is the new cool.

And now a bike that runs on gas. That’s an LPG tank you see there.
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Zero unread messages! Yay!

† Now to get down to actually replying to them.

In quest of the dimensions

Post-Soup
That line in the corner. Just as you go along the left and then on top. Does it contain? Does it release? The irregularity and fluidity of the drop on the handle—does it try to bring the fluidity to ground, to root the effervescent beauty?

What can I divine? What can I seek? The smooth chiselled bowl. Oceans take years to smooth and to chisel. Will a man chipping away at a stone imitate the ocean? Will he near the perfection of time and natural flow? When he is done, what I divine, what I seek, will it reflect as it would, as I feel the wind and the water at work?

A torrential rain. Then the gentle tap on the window. Like the lover after the rape. To be violated, and then to be calmed. Time. Ground. Flow. The reflections on black. The smoothness that can only be black’s. That cannot be white’s. The perfectness of white is the metallic straight razor edge, the symmetry of everything, the intangibility of everthing. Reality seeps in through the black.

Order. Oceans. Colours. Life.

We try to contain in three, we fail. The dimensions conquer us, and not us, them.


(Words by [info]fus, picture mine.)

Opening enclosures

Opening Enclosures
Entrance to the Comet Media Foundation offices, in the abandoned municipal school building, Lamington road, Bombay.

Since Air Deccan delayed my flight twelve hours (and were courteous enough to inform me well in advance), I spent the evening at Comet discussing new media education with Chandita and Indranil. Maybe this will turn into something interesting.

Says “Operator gone for magazines.” Why does a coin operated machine need an operator? Is it because someone needs to exchange notes for coins, because the machine can’t be trusted unattended, or simply because hiring a human is cheap enough that you might as well throw one in? Anyone noticed that the coin operated two wheeler parking gate at The Forum always had an operator, and eventually they stopped using the machine entirely? Both cases make interesting study on how imported technology and processes may be utterly ineffective out here, despite enthusiastic roll-out.

Adapting global strategy for local culture isn’t just about using local language and characters in your public messages.

In other news, my flight’s been delayed twelve hours, but I’m not the least bit upset. Kudos to Air Deccan for handling this well – they sent a message the previous night that it was going to be delayed and progressively sent updates, so I could make better use of my time. This has been a rather interesting day (and interesting week, for other reasons). Fun times ahead.
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A case of confused identity.
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This bill came with a hand-written appeal to “Do Come Again”. Such a
lovely hand, too. No wonder we keep coming back (it helps that the food
is good too).
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