Today I was having this weird thought.
Why are we humans named as "homosapiens"? Didn't the nomenclaturist / the person, who is supposed to give names to the human species, think of something before naming our spieces ? From homo habilus to homo erectus, all the known evolutionary species associated with humans starts with a "homo". Dont take me to homo erectus. Will write about that some other time.
This raises a huge question in my find. Are we all born "homos" and we get conditioned to become "hetero" so that there might be that one lucky couple which gives rise to the "heterosapiens"? So in the future we may have a movie aptly titled "Planet of the Homos".
I seriously wonder what happens when we meet aliens. When they ask us "What is the name of your species?", are we going to reply back to them saying we are HOMO sapiens.
Or have we already been visited by aliens ?
I guess we have already been visited by aliens. No, I am not supporting the Seed of Life on Earth theory but just randomly guessing that this naming issue is the work of those bast#$d aliens. They might have camoflouged themselves as the group of people working on choosing a name for the human species. And they have chosen it as homosapiens.
At the end of it I don't know why the martians or the dumbass scientist named us homos. But I do know for sure I am straight as a "ganna" (sugarcane for those who can't ...).
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
10 years down the line ....
I was having a discussion with Suman (my partner in crime and business) as to what will be the scenario of companies like TCS, Infosys and Wipro. The rate at which these companies are recruiting people and training them in "IT", I guess we will be able to match the strength of Indian Army. From what I observe, year after year, WITS (Wipro Infosys, TCS and Satyam) has been recruiting a record number of graduates. Wipro kicked off with its campus initiative called WASE. Infosys is tying up engineering colleges. This has become a boom for the engineering colleges as the tie up will ensure that the engineers are "employable" when they graduate. But what I see is the loss of quality. I believe that in quality and timeliness of work lies customer satisfaction. A streak of innovativeness goes a long way in building a good relationship with the client. But with the kind of work these companies are taking onto themselves, I sometimes pity the engineer who is supposed to work on them. From what I see, standard maintenance projects for banks and billing and network maintenance projects from telecom companies is the main source of revenue for the IT companies.
WITS is now claiming to provide end to end solutions. They say that they are a partner in business of the client and understand what the client needs exactly. I agree to a certain extent with this view but these companies have no clue at large. There are managers in the system who take a project and execute a project in any manner. These companies claim to be SEI CMM - 5 and a 6 sigma certification. But from what we have seen from the inside, its all a hogwash. There are too many processess and very less of actual engineering. Engineers are meant to solve engineering problems and provide better solutions each time for the same problem. Here I see there are very few real engineers at work in these companies. Freshers who get recruited from engineering colleges are promised some work and are put in something else. I cannot understand how can a person from electrical department of a REC get into embedded software system group and how does a person interested in Operating systems end up doing SAP. But some how the managers are able to execute a project and deliver "production quality code" to a client. I pity the client too.
I have seen many people on the bench, wasting away like vegetables. Instead of that, if these guys are allowed to work on some projects of their own choice and are allowed to interact with professors from IITs and IISc, they can develop something new. Who knows the next Google can come from Infy bench.
Looking 10 years down the line, I see a lot of people having the same exact skillset and balance of power tilting to organizations in the demand and supply game. I believe that every engineer has to read up and get to know about the latest developments in his / her field of interest. 10 years down the line, if you are not distinguishable then you will be a nobody. This article I guess will help you more to understand about the importance of stuff 10 years down the line ..
--Vishal
WITS is now claiming to provide end to end solutions. They say that they are a partner in business of the client and understand what the client needs exactly. I agree to a certain extent with this view but these companies have no clue at large. There are managers in the system who take a project and execute a project in any manner. These companies claim to be SEI CMM - 5 and a 6 sigma certification. But from what we have seen from the inside, its all a hogwash. There are too many processess and very less of actual engineering. Engineers are meant to solve engineering problems and provide better solutions each time for the same problem. Here I see there are very few real engineers at work in these companies. Freshers who get recruited from engineering colleges are promised some work and are put in something else. I cannot understand how can a person from electrical department of a REC get into embedded software system group and how does a person interested in Operating systems end up doing SAP. But some how the managers are able to execute a project and deliver "production quality code" to a client. I pity the client too.
I have seen many people on the bench, wasting away like vegetables. Instead of that, if these guys are allowed to work on some projects of their own choice and are allowed to interact with professors from IITs and IISc, they can develop something new. Who knows the next Google can come from Infy bench.
Looking 10 years down the line, I see a lot of people having the same exact skillset and balance of power tilting to organizations in the demand and supply game. I believe that every engineer has to read up and get to know about the latest developments in his / her field of interest. 10 years down the line, if you are not distinguishable then you will be a nobody. This article I guess will help you more to understand about the importance of stuff 10 years down the line ..
--Vishal
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Restart Blogging
After a long time, I have finally decided to start writing my blog. I have been reading up blogs by Himanshu Bhat Sheth, Guy kawasaki, Scott Adams and Rashmi Bansal. It seems to be interesting. So let me see as to what all can I think and blog about from now on.
Currently I have diverse topics to write on that vary from my personal life, tesch stuff, my readings on the net and about my work life.
I am not able to decide as to what should be the first topic on which I should be writing.
Hey I can write a film review. It shouldn't be that tough. So let me see.. umm...I saw Tararumpum and Namastey London last week with my girl at E-square.
So here it goes.
1> Namastey London : Unforgettable movie (Big pun intended). Plot revolves around discipling a young girl whose thinks she is British by nature. She hates everything that is Indian. Her dad tricks her to India where he gets her married to a Punjabi guy. The girl is unhappy and goes back to UK with her parents and her husband the night of the marriage. The girls parents are happily deciding to hold a grand reception for the newly weds when the girl throws the bomb.
She declares her marriage to be null as there are no legal documents to support it. The guy is devasted. The girl feels sorry for the guy and tells him that she is love with a British guy. And the guy tells her that he will wait till she gets married to this guy. Many incidents happen, the girl and the guy get close to each other. And finally when the girl is at the altar to get married to her prince charming, she realises that her true love is in fact the Indian guy.
Apart from the song "Ye veeraniyan" there was nothing good about the movie. Although the movie experience was great (My girl was sitting close to me arm-in-arm and smiling all the time :) ). Although the movie had some funny scenes like
i> A prospective groom is extremely influenced by "saas bahu" serials and repeats major pharases thrice and turns his head each time he says it.
ii> Vir Das, a standup comedian, (also a prospective groom) tries to make use of statistics to find compatibility between him and the girl.
iii> Rest were not that great but good for one time laugh.
So finally I can say that this was a passable movie. So if you haven't seen this flick, don't worry.
2> Tararumpum : My girl is a Saif and Rani freak. And if the two are there in the same movie, I have to watch it no matter if I was having a heart attack. The movie tickets were booked for the 1215 hrs show. So I woke up at 11 pm (Actually she came and whipped my ass and asked me to get my lazy bum into the bathroom). We reached the theatre at 1205 hrs. Lo behold. The parking was full at the theatre. I managed to find a small parking lot nearby, parked my vehicle and rushed back before her temper got better of me.
We managed to enter the theater in the nick of time. It was the silhoutte of Saif on the screen. The sound was loud. And all the girls were going "OOOOOohh ..Saiff". Even my girl goes weak in the knees for Saif. I wonder if he is actually that good. And so began an ordeal that lasted for 3 hours. Its funny feeling. I usually see Hollywood flicks which don't usually cross the 130 min barrier. But Bollywood!!! They need 180 mins to tell us that one should plan for the future but enjoy the present too. Are we fools or what ? By the time it was intermission, I had the feeling one has when he is drowning and can't swim back. His only hope is that someone pulls him out to safety or the water level recedes before he dies. The movie ended with fianlly and I was happy.
There is nothing more... Oh yes I lost 240 bucks watching this movie।
Useless I say !
Currently I have diverse topics to write on that vary from my personal life, tesch stuff, my readings on the net and about my work life.
I am not able to decide as to what should be the first topic on which I should be writing.
Hey I can write a film review. It shouldn't be that tough. So let me see.. umm...I saw Tararumpum and Namastey London last week with my girl at E-square.
So here it goes.
1> Namastey London : Unforgettable movie (Big pun intended). Plot revolves around discipling a young girl whose thinks she is British by nature. She hates everything that is Indian. Her dad tricks her to India where he gets her married to a Punjabi guy. The girl is unhappy and goes back to UK with her parents and her husband the night of the marriage. The girls parents are happily deciding to hold a grand reception for the newly weds when the girl throws the bomb.
She declares her marriage to be null as there are no legal documents to support it. The guy is devasted. The girl feels sorry for the guy and tells him that she is love with a British guy. And the guy tells her that he will wait till she gets married to this guy. Many incidents happen, the girl and the guy get close to each other. And finally when the girl is at the altar to get married to her prince charming, she realises that her true love is in fact the Indian guy.
Apart from the song "Ye veeraniyan" there was nothing good about the movie. Although the movie experience was great (My girl was sitting close to me arm-in-arm and smiling all the time :) ). Although the movie had some funny scenes like
i> A prospective groom is extremely influenced by "saas bahu" serials and repeats major pharases thrice and turns his head each time he says it.
ii> Vir Das, a standup comedian, (also a prospective groom) tries to make use of statistics to find compatibility between him and the girl.
iii> Rest were not that great but good for one time laugh.
So finally I can say that this was a passable movie. So if you haven't seen this flick, don't worry.
2> Tararumpum : My girl is a Saif and Rani freak. And if the two are there in the same movie, I have to watch it no matter if I was having a heart attack. The movie tickets were booked for the 1215 hrs show. So I woke up at 11 pm (Actually she came and whipped my ass and asked me to get my lazy bum into the bathroom). We reached the theatre at 1205 hrs. Lo behold. The parking was full at the theatre. I managed to find a small parking lot nearby, parked my vehicle and rushed back before her temper got better of me.
We managed to enter the theater in the nick of time. It was the silhoutte of Saif on the screen. The sound was loud. And all the girls were going "OOOOOohh ..Saiff". Even my girl goes weak in the knees for Saif. I wonder if he is actually that good. And so began an ordeal that lasted for 3 hours. Its funny feeling. I usually see Hollywood flicks which don't usually cross the 130 min barrier. But Bollywood!!! They need 180 mins to tell us that one should plan for the future but enjoy the present too. Are we fools or what ? By the time it was intermission, I had the feeling one has when he is drowning and can't swim back. His only hope is that someone pulls him out to safety or the water level recedes before he dies. The movie ended with fianlly and I was happy.
There is nothing more... Oh yes I lost 240 bucks watching this movie।
Useless I say !
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Gym at Office
Yesterday I was pondering over how I utilise / waste my 86400 seconds everyday. After an analysis of the same, I found out that I was not able to do any fruitful activity after I went to the office Gym. So I decided to move its time slot in the morning. I told my girl that I will come and pick her up in the morning sharp at 7:15 am and then we shall both start gymming at 7:30 am.
Cock a doodle doo...Waaah waaaah...Cock a doodle doo... Cock a doodle doo...Cock a doodle doooooooooooooooooooooooo....Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh..
The alternating crescendos between a hen/cock and the wails of a child in the hutments below woke me up. My Tommy watch told me its already 7:30. (I sometimes wear my watch while I sleep... no need to open my eyes very wide to check on time .. anyways who cares.. its my way of sleeping .with a wrist watch).
I got up and immediately my stomach started the Royal Rumble. Knew it was time to make the 10 m dash to the main door, pick up the newspaper (if present) and dash dash back to the Throne! I picked up my copy and settled myself well on the throne. Read the main page to learn that Bush and Blair's conversation had been picked up by a very powerful microphone. Bush was giving his highly intellectual opnions about the Hezbollahs to Mr. Blair, who as always the British have done for the past 55 years, was licking the arse of him master. Anyways after throne time, it was the time to take a bath. Had a nice hot water bath while I was singing "Burn it up". Man was that heavenly.
Suddenly I realised the time was 7:45 am and I called up my gal who told that she wouldnt be joining me to the Gym but I can come and pick her up. So I took off on my noble Japanese steed (A honda 150 Cc) and raced to pick up my gal and headed straight for office. The early morning breeze was great but I could the grey skies looming ahead. I was just about 4 mins away from my destination when it started to drizzle...30 secs later it poured and another 10 secs later I was wet..as wet as a fish in a pond.
Anyways I reached the Gym. saw my other two buddies "Batboy" and "Rajiv Sharma 1" jogging and cycling away to glory. I changed my clothes and got ready to "Burn it up". Early morning the gym had a enthu crowd and the guy to gal ratio was nearly 1 which is good. I looked around ...No one to inspire me..no one to see my muscles (actually my fat) flexed and all .... I said to myself "In times of depression only is your character tested". So after rotating my neck as if there was no spine and a small warm up routine i had lernt dfuring my school days while i played football, i started off with the Jogger machine. To my immediate left was Batboy, jogging and running as if he had screwed something up and Batman was catching him up to kick ass.
I looked over to his calorie meter. It read 250 cals. Thoguht to myself "Come dickhead, u can do better than that" And so started another gruelling test of my mind v/s my body. In my mind I was running like Mr Powell or Mr Lewis.. but when I kept seeing myself in the mirror, it just a blob going up and down and up and down. After 5 mins I started to make it tougher for myself. Increased the incline. Had a look at Batboy's calorie meter again showed 300 calories burnt. "What the fcuk!!!!" was being repeated in my mind for the next 60 odd secs. Then I started to jog really hard. I tried to motivate my self by thinking about the following things
1> Imagine there is J Lo or Angelina Jo jsut ahead and she is calling you to come near her..
2> I am a wild alsation dog in the wild.
3> The police is on my back after I along with my friends have stolen a crate of Pepsi from a pepsi truck.
4> Thinking about my life in Japan and how slim i had become.
"Hufff ... Huff " ...My breaths were short and the first drop of sweat trickeld down my forehead. Suddenly there was surge in my adrenaline and I started to jog harder. "Butter chicken Butter chicken..paneer tikka paneer tikka.." that ad was being played in my head suddenly. I found a new surge of energy through my body.....nahhh just kidding.. I was huffing and puffing like the wolf who tried to huff and puff and blow his way into the 3 piggies house..
After this I started to row... man rowing is difficult. To my right i had some really pretty females...They were ski jogging...or watever that machine makes u do. Well After rowing for around 1000 virtual meters, my shoulder muscles gave in and dropped out of the machine. Still there were 15 mins more. so I thought of pulling down some weights to give shape to my upper body. I did all tht and left for the shower room. On the way I saw "Iqbal" doing yoga. The pose that he into made me think as if he was having fits. Hahahah.. had a nice laugh looking at his discomfiture. Sorry "Iqbal"..... ;)
Anyways on my way out .. I saw some really PYTs doing yoga...
Tomm I will do YOGA >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Cock a doodle doo...Waaah waaaah...Cock a doodle doo... Cock a doodle doo...Cock a doodle doooooooooooooooooooooooo....Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh..
The alternating crescendos between a hen/cock and the wails of a child in the hutments below woke me up. My Tommy watch told me its already 7:30. (I sometimes wear my watch while I sleep... no need to open my eyes very wide to check on time .. anyways who cares.. its my way of sleeping .with a wrist watch).
I got up and immediately my stomach started the Royal Rumble. Knew it was time to make the 10 m dash to the main door, pick up the newspaper (if present) and dash dash back to the Throne! I picked up my copy and settled myself well on the throne. Read the main page to learn that Bush and Blair's conversation had been picked up by a very powerful microphone. Bush was giving his highly intellectual opnions about the Hezbollahs to Mr. Blair, who as always the British have done for the past 55 years, was licking the arse of him master. Anyways after throne time, it was the time to take a bath. Had a nice hot water bath while I was singing "Burn it up". Man was that heavenly.
Suddenly I realised the time was 7:45 am and I called up my gal who told that she wouldnt be joining me to the Gym but I can come and pick her up. So I took off on my noble Japanese steed (A honda 150 Cc) and raced to pick up my gal and headed straight for office. The early morning breeze was great but I could the grey skies looming ahead. I was just about 4 mins away from my destination when it started to drizzle...30 secs later it poured and another 10 secs later I was wet..as wet as a fish in a pond.
Anyways I reached the Gym. saw my other two buddies "Batboy" and "Rajiv Sharma 1" jogging and cycling away to glory. I changed my clothes and got ready to "Burn it up". Early morning the gym had a enthu crowd and the guy to gal ratio was nearly 1 which is good. I looked around ...No one to inspire me..no one to see my muscles (actually my fat) flexed and all .... I said to myself "In times of depression only is your character tested". So after rotating my neck as if there was no spine and a small warm up routine i had lernt dfuring my school days while i played football, i started off with the Jogger machine. To my immediate left was Batboy, jogging and running as if he had screwed something up and Batman was catching him up to kick ass.
I looked over to his calorie meter. It read 250 cals. Thoguht to myself "Come dickhead, u can do better than that" And so started another gruelling test of my mind v/s my body. In my mind I was running like Mr Powell or Mr Lewis.. but when I kept seeing myself in the mirror, it just a blob going up and down and up and down. After 5 mins I started to make it tougher for myself. Increased the incline. Had a look at Batboy's calorie meter again showed 300 calories burnt. "What the fcuk!!!!" was being repeated in my mind for the next 60 odd secs. Then I started to jog really hard. I tried to motivate my self by thinking about the following things
1> Imagine there is J Lo or Angelina Jo jsut ahead and she is calling you to come near her..
2> I am a wild alsation dog in the wild.
3> The police is on my back after I along with my friends have stolen a crate of Pepsi from a pepsi truck.
4> Thinking about my life in Japan and how slim i had become.
"Hufff ... Huff " ...My breaths were short and the first drop of sweat trickeld down my forehead. Suddenly there was surge in my adrenaline and I started to jog harder. "Butter chicken Butter chicken..paneer tikka paneer tikka.." that ad was being played in my head suddenly. I found a new surge of energy through my body.....nahhh just kidding.. I was huffing and puffing like the wolf who tried to huff and puff and blow his way into the 3 piggies house..
After this I started to row... man rowing is difficult. To my right i had some really pretty females...They were ski jogging...or watever that machine makes u do. Well After rowing for around 1000 virtual meters, my shoulder muscles gave in and dropped out of the machine. Still there were 15 mins more. so I thought of pulling down some weights to give shape to my upper body. I did all tht and left for the shower room. On the way I saw "Iqbal" doing yoga. The pose that he into made me think as if he was having fits. Hahahah.. had a nice laugh looking at his discomfiture. Sorry "Iqbal"..... ;)
Anyways on my way out .. I saw some really PYTs doing yoga...
Tomm I will do YOGA >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Life at 23
Some people say life begins at 40 and some say life ends at 40. For me both the sets are filled with idiots.
The set of people who say "Life begins at 40" are nothing but a group of losers who were left behind, people who could not make complete use of their youth and beauty. They are those people who did their studies, joined a firm / started their business, worked hard day in and day out to save for the rainy day. But those days never came and this set of people didn't enjoy. So you see this set of people trying to enjoy life by suddenly inviting people for parties, socialising, trying to gel in with the next generation. Some of them are successful in doing this. I don't deny this fact. But the rest of the people lead a very awkward way of life not knowing how they will they find worldly happiness.
Lets look at the other set of people. This group of persons have had a wild time during their youth. They have gone to the theatres religiously every Friday, know the directions to each and every pub / disc in the city, have travelled abroad for just shopping, etc. These people have done everything that they can do in their prime time . But currently they are an exhausted lot. They are not excited at the prospect of meeting some more new people. They keep on trying to act as if they are young causing much shame among their kids. Instead of looking at the brighter things of life like spending more time with their kids and all, they still want to lead a action filled life.
For me though, life began at 23. This was a year of learning, a time of happiness, a time to serenity, a time for a few hiccups and a time to re think about my life. For me, of all my birthdays, this birthday will remain the most special one as it was on this day I was alone and I realised that life is long but short. Long because you have another 40 years to breathe and make your heart beat. Short because I don't think I have the patience to lead such a long life. It seems that I have stopped dreaming like a kid about my aspirations and I am averse of all the risks that are involved. If I were like this when I was 1, maybe I would not have taken that one step on my two legs. But since I have taken those steps and have come this far, there is also a possiblity that no harm may come to me by walking the path of life. All I fear is that my zest to lead this life should not go away from my conscious self.
(*Raising a toast)So here is to a great life and to the forthcoming good times. Cheers (*tips and drinks and gets sloshed :) )
The set of people who say "Life begins at 40" are nothing but a group of losers who were left behind, people who could not make complete use of their youth and beauty. They are those people who did their studies, joined a firm / started their business, worked hard day in and day out to save for the rainy day. But those days never came and this set of people didn't enjoy. So you see this set of people trying to enjoy life by suddenly inviting people for parties, socialising, trying to gel in with the next generation. Some of them are successful in doing this. I don't deny this fact. But the rest of the people lead a very awkward way of life not knowing how they will they find worldly happiness.
Lets look at the other set of people. This group of persons have had a wild time during their youth. They have gone to the theatres religiously every Friday, know the directions to each and every pub / disc in the city, have travelled abroad for just shopping, etc. These people have done everything that they can do in their prime time . But currently they are an exhausted lot. They are not excited at the prospect of meeting some more new people. They keep on trying to act as if they are young causing much shame among their kids. Instead of looking at the brighter things of life like spending more time with their kids and all, they still want to lead a action filled life.
For me though, life began at 23. This was a year of learning, a time of happiness, a time to serenity, a time for a few hiccups and a time to re think about my life. For me, of all my birthdays, this birthday will remain the most special one as it was on this day I was alone and I realised that life is long but short. Long because you have another 40 years to breathe and make your heart beat. Short because I don't think I have the patience to lead such a long life. It seems that I have stopped dreaming like a kid about my aspirations and I am averse of all the risks that are involved. If I were like this when I was 1, maybe I would not have taken that one step on my two legs. But since I have taken those steps and have come this far, there is also a possiblity that no harm may come to me by walking the path of life. All I fear is that my zest to lead this life should not go away from my conscious self.
(*Raising a toast)So here is to a great life and to the forthcoming good times. Cheers (*tips and drinks and gets sloshed :) )
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Japan blogs
Thinking of starting writing blogs of my life in Japan. What happened in the past two months... my adventures and misadventures (I had some here ..:) ) . Let me think abt it and will post more regarding the same.
Btw my Orkutting is going great. Managed to cross the 100 mark a few days ago. Now I know how stats help. Hehee..
Returning to India on the 29th of April ..Saturday. Till then I think I will write down my experiences and share it with the readers.
More later...
Btw my Orkutting is going great. Managed to cross the 100 mark a few days ago. Now I know how stats help. Hehee..
Returning to India on the 29th of April ..Saturday. Till then I think I will write down my experiences and share it with the readers.
More later...
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