What struck as a mental disorder exactly an year ago has now become a way of life. The 'algebraic bowel syndrome', which has a probability of affecting 1 in every 7 billion, is an obsessive compulsive disorder that strikes every morning, and only once, when the pants are down and the bottom is staring down the you-know-what.
What are the symptoms of the disorder? There is only one, actually: the gate just won't open until a particular algebraic equation is solved. Sort of a daily math puzzle. The details:
1/ Consider each day as dd/mm/yy
2/ Now derive a f(dd,mm)=yy such that
a/ Each of dd and mm should be used for equal number of times in the equation
b/ The allowed operators are- +,-,*,/,!
3/ The aim is to solve this using dd and mm the least number of times
Example? Easy one this - 13/09/11
(13+13+9+9)/(13-9)=44/4=11
Aah. Relief.
With mm=yy, November '11 has been quite challenging and frustrating.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Luck
V: Do you believe in luck?
S: You want to know or you know the answer and just want to confirm?
V: I want to know
S: I do. It is my escape route.
V: Hehe. So if some one succeeds, you will call him lucky eh?
S: No. I will consider him talented. But if I fail, I will consider myself unlucky.
V: :-)
S: :-D
S: You want to know or you know the answer and just want to confirm?
V: I want to know
S: I do. It is my escape route.
V: Hehe. So if some one succeeds, you will call him lucky eh?
S: No. I will consider him talented. But if I fail, I will consider myself unlucky.
V: :-)
S: :-D
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Home alone
I will write pretending like I havent been away for a long time.
I have nothing to write actually. Apart from the fact that a flight across few seas and a couple of oceans, to the erstwhile land of dreams, happened a month ago, life has pretty much been the same.
I write today because today is different. I am home alone after a long time. Must admit, life 'home alone' is disturbing. Partly because it brings back some deeply buried memories and largely because I have simply lost touch. Things inside feel 'uncertain'.
I miss my 'mummy' mom..
I miss my 'wifey' mom..
I have nothing to write actually. Apart from the fact that a flight across few seas and a couple of oceans, to the erstwhile land of dreams, happened a month ago, life has pretty much been the same.
I write today because today is different. I am home alone after a long time. Must admit, life 'home alone' is disturbing. Partly because it brings back some deeply buried memories and largely because I have simply lost touch. Things inside feel 'uncertain'.
I miss my 'mummy' mom..
I miss my 'wifey' mom..
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Dilbertesque again
Wifey: I have to work till midnight tonight. Come and pick me up.
Hubby: At what rate do they pay for overtime?
Wifey: I don't get paid for overtime.
Hubby: Well, it must be some important work then.
Wifey: Not really. My boss wants me to change some "PowerPoint" slides for a meeting.
Hubby: Well, atleast you will be prepared for your meeting.
Wifey: It was cancelled. But that's okay because the project isn't funded anyway.
Hubby: So ... you want to stay till midnight to work for free on a presentation for a meeting that won't happen for a project that doesn't exist.
Wifey: Yes. At what time will you come?
Hubby: Ok. I will be there.
Hubby: At what rate do they pay for overtime?
Wifey: I don't get paid for overtime.
Hubby: Well, it must be some important work then.
Wifey: Not really. My boss wants me to change some "PowerPoint" slides for a meeting.
Hubby: Well, atleast you will be prepared for your meeting.
Wifey: It was cancelled. But that's okay because the project isn't funded anyway.
Hubby: So ... you want to stay till midnight to work for free on a presentation for a meeting that won't happen for a project that doesn't exist.
Wifey: Yes. At what time will you come?
Hubby: Ok. I will be there.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Shyness my shield
.."It was impossible for me to speak impromptu. I hesitated whenever I had to face strange audiences and avoided making a speech whenever I could. Even today I do not think I could or would even be inclined to keep a meeting of friends engaged in idle talk.
I must say that, beyond occasionally exposing me to laughter, my constitutional shyness has been no disadvantage whatever. In fact I can see that, on the contrary, it has been all to my advantage. My hesitancy in speech, which was once an annoyance, is now a pleasure. Its greatest benefit has been that it has taught me the economy of words. I have naturally formed the habit of restraining my thoughts. And I can now give myself the certificate that a thoughtless word hardly ever escapes my tongue or pen. I do not recollect ever having had to regret anything in my speech or writing. I have thus been spared many a mishap and waste of time. Experience has taught me that silence is part of the spiritual discipline of a votary of truth. Proneness to exaggerate, to suppress or modify the truth, wittingly or unwittingly, is a natural weakness of man and silence is necessary in order to surmount it. A man of few words will rarely be thoughtless in his speech; he will measure every word. We find so many people impatient to talk. There is no chairman of a meeting who is not pestered with notes for permission to speak. And whenever the permission is given the speaker generally exceeds the time-limit, asks for more time, and keeps on talking without permission. All this talking can hardly be said to be of my benefit to the world. It is so much waste of time. My shyness has been in reality my shield and buckler. It has allowed me to grow. It has helped me in my discernment of truth"..
- MK Gandhi, The story of my experiements with truth
I am not a Gandhi fan. My superficial knowledge has made me conclude that had Gandhi settled for life in Natal, we would have gained independance atleast 20 to 30 years before 1947. But 100 pages into this book and I am amazed at the clarity and resoluteness in thoughts, humility in words and conviction in deeds that one man can show. I still havent stopped believing that he delayed our independance. May be after I am done with the book my belief will stand shattered..
I must say that, beyond occasionally exposing me to laughter, my constitutional shyness has been no disadvantage whatever. In fact I can see that, on the contrary, it has been all to my advantage. My hesitancy in speech, which was once an annoyance, is now a pleasure. Its greatest benefit has been that it has taught me the economy of words. I have naturally formed the habit of restraining my thoughts. And I can now give myself the certificate that a thoughtless word hardly ever escapes my tongue or pen. I do not recollect ever having had to regret anything in my speech or writing. I have thus been spared many a mishap and waste of time. Experience has taught me that silence is part of the spiritual discipline of a votary of truth. Proneness to exaggerate, to suppress or modify the truth, wittingly or unwittingly, is a natural weakness of man and silence is necessary in order to surmount it. A man of few words will rarely be thoughtless in his speech; he will measure every word. We find so many people impatient to talk. There is no chairman of a meeting who is not pestered with notes for permission to speak. And whenever the permission is given the speaker generally exceeds the time-limit, asks for more time, and keeps on talking without permission. All this talking can hardly be said to be of my benefit to the world. It is so much waste of time. My shyness has been in reality my shield and buckler. It has allowed me to grow. It has helped me in my discernment of truth"..
- MK Gandhi, The story of my experiements with truth
I am not a Gandhi fan. My superficial knowledge has made me conclude that had Gandhi settled for life in Natal, we would have gained independance atleast 20 to 30 years before 1947. But 100 pages into this book and I am amazed at the clarity and resoluteness in thoughts, humility in words and conviction in deeds that one man can show. I still havent stopped believing that he delayed our independance. May be after I am done with the book my belief will stand shattered..
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
New sykil
My 4 year old Hero Hawk hurts in the wrong places. After much consideration, thinking and thorough research (all of it lasting for a cumulative 15min), I bought this last Sunday.
A Hero Octane NV with 21 gears : Rs.7500
A ting-tong bell that reminds me of school: Rs.50
A sturdy red lock: Rs.300
A seat that hurts almost as much as the previous cycle and the inability/lack of 'meter' to tell mom the same: Priceless!
The last one is not entirely true actually. Just felt like exaggerating and adopting the MC ad here.
A Hero Octane NV with 21 gears : Rs.7500
A ting-tong bell that reminds me of school: Rs.50
A sturdy red lock: Rs.300
A seat that hurts almost as much as the previous cycle and the inability/lack of 'meter' to tell mom the same: Priceless!
The last one is not entirely true actually. Just felt like exaggerating and adopting the MC ad here.
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