Kiran Jonnalagadda’s Blog

You know it’s time to move on in search of the next new thing when the book hits the shelf.

Nostalgic network admin?

Rubber, blubber, what’s the difference?

Fever FM launched in Bombay today with a full page ad in the Hindustan Times, replacing words with notes. Must have cost two bombs.

Unfortunately for the channel, as the chap in the photo is carrying a guitar, you’d expect to see guitar chords, not sheet music, which is more closely associated with piano and classical music.

I suspect this is a teenage rock channel.

Now, do the notes actually carry a tune, or are they plain gibberish? Can someone literate in sheet confirm?

The blessed folks at Kingfisher turned their service quality a notch higher. I had joined the queue with the least number of people in it, when this rep approached, confirmed that I was indeed carrying only hand baggage, and issued me a boarding pass right there, off a portable printer slung from her shoulder.

Total time spent in queue: half a minute. Why do I ever bother flying any other airline?

At the end of the second day of the Freemap Workshop, with a few remaining folks powered by pizza and the enthusiasm for a grand finale hack: plotting their path home live on the web, using GPS, GPRS, MapServer and OpenLayers.

The clever chaps at Airtel recently received a request to turn off international roaming on my phone. Now I’m in Bombay and national roaming is gone too. For the second time in under a year, they’ve interpreted a request to turn off international roaming (which carries a service charge) as a request to turn off national roaming too (which has no overhead).

And one only finds out when one needs the phone most. I’m making a weekend trip, and their email support (and they only have email support), won’t bother to respond until next week, when I’m back in the home network.

This is rather annoying.

My Fon wireless router arrived today. I got it free, courtesy the nice folks at Plazes. Notes and review in a later post.

George Soros spoke in Bangalore this evening. The man has a strange accent that I assume is central european, and, despite his advanced age, is remarkably articulate.