Tuesday, April 29

Of Songs

[Zupdate!] Manic week, busy, pain, rain and mosquitoes. Will be back soon.

Oh and the song, one of it is Def Leppards When Love and Hate Collide. The best travel songs ever...when you open the window and shout...I mean sing your heart out!

A song reminded me that we used to sing on our journeys.
We just sang and forgot all else.
It seems silly now,
but it is a good memory.

Friday, April 25

Formless Memories

i remembered
one day in the rainy seasons
of this balcony at the back of the apartment
a personal space written in my heart
when I was small and seeking life
i stood there looking out
of the fantastical landscapes
and a view over the fallen horizons
where the far end meets the stars
all that I saw with my painfully young eyes

the rain never stopped
centuries upon centuries
when i was figuring out life
in the crazy days of enlightenment
the balcony was still there
with clearer views
of mountains and mists
and far thoughts of beautiful equations
the undulating hills almost speaking
of Maxwellian interpretations
waveforms blind as quantum imaginations

i seek hidden memories
and this balcony
almost certain it was artificial
had not beginning
the ending I don’t know
when it was raining
the mist hanging just outside
and we touched it
it felts like formless water
waves upon waves
cool breezes snatching my soul
for the moments of you and me
were there looking not outside
but at each other
it was the seasons of love
day and night the stars just froze

in my-self your soul slept
your hair rested on my face
your heart beats and
your eyes became mine
we were in love
and during the days
the frangipani forest
dancing in their own mercurial violations
releasing their scents of joy
that drifted through the air
at that moment i realized I was alone
sensing every element out there
nothing of your touch

it was in my imagination
the days on the balcony
as it was there
for occasional visitors
and conjuring displays of day light stars
and night time suns
and playful mists
that my tears


[#] a 15 minutes blurt don't do justice to the heart :)

Wednesday, April 23

YNWA Liam Harker

YNWA Liam Harker
We Walk As One
We Sing As One
We Live as One
God Bless You Liam Harker
You'll Never Walk Alone

[+] Liam Harker; Liverpool Fan dying of cancer.
[+] LFC.tv report
[+] Liverpool drew (1-1) with Chelsea for the 1st leg of the 2008 UCL Semifinals today giving Chelsea an away goal advantage. The 2nd leg Semi's will be at Stamford Bridge on the 30th April, where Liverpool must score a goal to level the advantage aggregate.

Monday, April 21


By now active Facebook users would have found out about their local languages options 'initiative'. Facebook has been recruiting its own users to translate the site for free into local languages. So far according to this Wired article there are about two dozen languages in work. Crowdsourcing seems to be a normal practice of the Web 2.0 business (read: DOTCOM ) community.

This is a stupid act by a company valued at 15 billion dollars to be cheapskate enough to source for free work. Even smaller companies are paying to get Quality translations for their websites. Most of the successful social networking sites choose to PAY and go through tested methods to localize their sites into local languages. I figured that each language would cost less that 40k USD which would include a localization step, QA and DTP work. That is seriously cheap considering the value of these companies and the ad revenue they make in a day, even in an hour!

Please don't volunteer to translate Facebook, this is degrading to the freelancer community as well as shortchanging their users with low quality and often wrong translations. Please don't condone this kind of nonsense by dot com businesses because they don't deserve free work, let alone soliciting it openly in the name of user collaboration. There are many more organizations and NGO's out there who needs free service and make a difference in this world compared to the usual 'waste' of resources that this kind of 'social websites' offers.

If you want to start volunteering your work or skills, make sure you target the organizations or groups who really need the help. Start with your local township orphanages, health/education/legal missions, educationals groups and activist groups. Start with basic website based information disseminations, monthly online newsletters and/or fund drives. It can be fun to organize, will not take much time and there are already thousands of sources online to help you maximize your effort. The only limit is time, never the effort. :)

Here are some sites that source volunteers for important projects:
[+] UNV - United Nations Volunteers
[+] Volunteer Match

Friday, April 18

Oru Kathal Devathai

[#] PC Spring cleaning...or should it be early summer cleaning and Found this gem, a very nice song, superb composition sung by SPB, Chitra. Composer: Shankar Ganesh.
[-] Oru Kadhal Devathai - A love angel (?)
[+] Shankar Ganesh (Music India Online)

[#] Now you can have a nice weekend :D

Tuesday, April 15

Hillsborough Disaster

April 15th 2008 is the 19th anniversary of the 1989 Hillsborough Disaster.

Hillsborough 96
Always remembered
We are one family
And You Will Never Walk Alone

[#] The 1989 Hillsborough tragedy took the lives of 96 Liverpool supporters. In many ways, it marked the decline of Liverpool's dominance as England's most successful football club.
[+] Hillsborough Disaster
[+] Heysel Disaster

Dreamers Anthem

Do you look back at your past scribbles and feel that you're not connected with it anymore? I wrote this poem about 3 years ago, published here in January 2005. Somehow rereading it today didn't give me the same feelings and emotions I felt at that time. I wrote this out of immense anger and sadness towards (my) world. I'm kind off numb now to that feelings, in the process of changing myself. How do I explore the past, regain that spirit? Different motivations and a different world. I fought to keep my mind intact, found friends and hope, got lost in this great big world. That was then and It was a true story. Maybe I should learn to dream again...
as i lie awake,
on this cold wet night,
million of miles from my dream,
the universe slowly passing me by,
expanding further into the void,
of my future,

as i lie awake,
dreaming still of my dream,
the thought of when and where,
will i achieve my dreams,
its more than dreams actually,
it's my passion in life,
my silent and warm antidote,
for my cruel life,

as i run away,
from my crude past,
someday even the cool rain,
won't drive my sorrows away,
someday it gives me hope so high,
even the stars seem to be in touch,

oneday someday,
when i'm fully awake,
from this dying dream,
when my sorrows cease to eat me,
and my feelings cast away my anger,
and i forget all my hate,

that one day,
i know i will reach the stars,
riding high,
all my dreams will come true,
humanity saved,
and everyone old and young,
newborns and dreamers alike,
drifters and legends,
will sleep an innocent slumber,
dream beautiful dreams,
of the garden of the Gods,
for i am there to save you,

when that day comes,
all the questions answered,
and all journeys end,
that day i will say goodbye,
to my blood and to my soul,
to my brothers in arm,
and to my fellow dreamers riding high,
on the back of the enigmatic neutrino,
to the far reaches of the universe,
and to the heavenly garden of the Gods,

and all days,
will be happy days,
when the passion is fulfilled,
and the hatred suppressed,
when the crimson rivers,
turn into crystal manna of life,
and the amber skies cleansed,
mothers breathing pure life,
and the land of the humans,
returned to humans,
and the land of green,
green again in high soul,
and the sea mighty once again with tides,
so high that the dreamers drift course,
towards the water of passion,
and everyone will know,

that one day,
the pain died,
lives not lost and loves not killed,
running on the fields of dreams,
when and where their past generations,
failed and failed again,
before gaining victory,
and that night all over the gifted earth,
the third rock from sol,
vibrates with happy souls,
who sleep with a hope,
and a single dream,
to wake up tomorrow,
and face another day,
to live a new life,
and give birth to a new baby,
who will live her life,
and tell this high tale,
of bravery and courage so true,
its the greatest story ever told,
to her son and daughter,
lying on the lap of God.
I love you.


[#] Don't know if you liked this, but do tell me, because this was from a kid a year old in raw poetic dreams.

Sunday, April 13

தமிழ் புத்தாண்டு


இனிய தமிழ் புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துகள்

[#] Dont sit in front of the TV watching the mindless bs that Sun TV and others spew out for the Tamil New Year. Like how many bloody times do you need to watch star interviews? This is a festival...so celebrate it! Honestly I dont know how we do it, apart from going to Temple which reminds me...this is not a Hindu festival either, today is a vegetarian day :) Miss home food now :(

Saturday, April 12

Stuck II

Blogging in Support of Tibet

The original post by Miladysa.

Stuck, II
Any Olympic protest by the United States would deeply offend a proud Beijing leadership that hopes the games will show China's emergence as a new world power. It also would run the risk of hindering a host of international efforts the Bush administration needs China's help to solve, including efforts to confront Myanmar's military junta and North Korean and apparently Iranian nuclear programs. China holds a veto on the U.N. Security Council, and the U.S. and Chinese economies, as well as many of the countries' political efforts around the world, are increasingly intertwined.
"The problem with a boycott is you end up taking 1.3 billion Chinese — who have different views of democracy, of the U.S., of human rights, but all want the Olympics to be successful — and you turn them all against the U.S.," said Green, an analyst with the Center for Strategic and International Studies think tank. "It's a crude and blunt instrument to just boycott."

[Full Article]
[#] In many languages this would mean 'we're in a fuckin tight position'. Cant say the present American government is the sharpest in the world, when was the last time Bush made up his mind...by himself? What we want is simply for the world leaders to skip the opening ceremony, not the games itself. Send a message by being there, but not for the opening ceremony. Many world leaders already made a decision to skip the opening ceremony.

[+] Tibetan support groups in Asia [Asia], [World]
[+] Friends of Tibet (Mumbai)

[#] Please support the cause of Tibet by Blogging in Support of Tibet. Display the Tibetan flag on you site.

Friday, April 11

xkcd Calvin and Hobbes

A funny C&H entry from xkcd

[*] There has been lots of C&H homages since the strip was ended in 1995, the strip left a lasting inspiration on many fans. Could be one of the greatest strips of all time.
[+] Complete C&H comics
[+] The Last Great Comic Strip
[+] Every freakin site on Calvin and Hobbes! :D


[+] TED
[+] Ted presentation by Jon Harris is too good!
*[+] Be Amazed [We Feel Fine], [Universe], [The Whale Hunt]

Wednesday, April 9

Green Boots and a Life Too Soon

The weekend was a sad affair, with this depression and work and etc. And then a couple of my favourite bloggers posted about issues pertaining to death. I get so worried thinking about death, well the saddest thing of all I get all sorts of dreams of death since I was a kid. Always disguised them by saying I saw a bug flying in the room, that's why I shouted and woke up from sleep and all those too smart for a little kid lies. The truth is, if there is one damn thing I'm afraid of, its death. And its very bad that sometimes I just 'hang', and get numb thinking of it...and just sit there starring at something for hours!

What really hit me hard over the weekend was Keshi's post about Janice who read it felt the same too. For the months and maybe a year after her last post, . I cant get the words I read there out of my mind, its just playing there every day, I felt so sad, I know many bloggers would have felts the same. Keshi kept commenting on her blog and its just unbelievable seeing such an emotion knowing the outcome. Tears don't suffice for this, there is so much more happening here. What we seek in this life knowing the end is all too real and sometimes too soon? So I read the comments on the last post for a few times, still in a state of shock, not believing its really happening. And all this hit me real hard, talk about fate, talk about the end and all I can imagine is the astrologers who spew this words everytime. Come on, life should not be this cruel to good people. [This is Janice's last post, and the comments. If you want just read the post and comments, but also remember the suffering.]

Let the searching soul find its place, to where it had believed in, to where it belongs.

And Green Boots. How did I ever come to read about Green Boots? My likings these days has been 'true stories' movies. Yeh, the movies that parodies true life stories, and somehow most of the times manages to make a huge mockery about it. And you remember the post on Into The Wild, the author (Jon Krakauer) who wrote the story of Christopher McCandless also wrote the bestselling account (Into Thin Air) of the 1996 Mount Everest tragedy.

Mount Everest, for all its glory is also a tragic dead end for climbers. The best and safest way to climb it is to have loads of money, hire the best Sherpa, and get the most supplies and pray that you don't freeze to death. And the cheaper and sure tragic way to summit it is to get a shared permit (the real permit is USD25k but you can share the 'shared permit' with a few person). A shared permit will get you a guide until the advanced base camp, from there you will have to push for the summit alone. This is the sad story of David Sharp, a climber who was left to die just a few hundred meters from the summit. He climbed with one of the shared permits, and he had no Sherpa guides. David Sharp died in a rock overhang near the summit, near the dead body of an Indian climber nicknamed Green Boots.

Green Boots is another tragic tale in the 'novel' called Everest. The mountain so enigmatic and high, well documented, covered and coveted, but still has the malaise of rich vs poor even just to a gigantic piece of rock jutting out from the ground. Most of the expeditions to mount Everest are sort of one way trips, even if the organizing company has the means to conduct a rescue, it will probably only mean after the climbers are dead because of the drastic weather situations there. And as always, the clients a.k.a climbers is given priority compared to their Sherpa guides and you can figure where all this shared permit summiters come next.

Green Boots is the nick name for a climber who is part of the 1996 Indian Tibet Border Patrol Everest Expedition. This wiki entry identifies him possibly as 'Tsewang Paljor'. Paljor made it to the summit with two other climbers of the expedition, but was also caught in the 1996 storm. They never came down. The tragic part of this is that his body was left in the cave, for more than 10 years now. His nickname came from the boots he was wearing, green in color. (There's links to the photos below). In the wiki entry, Ian Woodall a climber who initiated an expedition to retrieve the bodies of Paljor and other dead climbers left near the summit did not find Paljor's body.

For 10 years, amazingly, hundreds of climbers walked past the body of Paljor and many other Everest dead climbers without the means to do anything. We have seen tragedies around the world, but what fate is this and how they lost their lives for the glories only their mind can savour. Maybe this is fight between need and want, or to be true to the calling. Death is a tragedy no one can forget, cant forgive life to be made to face it and cant get away from. Death is Life. And we are made to watch and live it.

God Bless.

[#Update] I'm honored to have Jake Norton, two times Everest climber and an experienced mountaineer to visit this blog and leaving a great comment. Visit Jake's blog @ The MountainWorld™ Blog. There's very good information and posts there about mountaineering and also recent developments regarding China's attempt to summit the Olympic torch through the Tibetian climbing route. Thanks Jake!

[+] Green Boots
[+] Photos of Green Boots [SeattleTimes - direct link to image], [Mountainfuture.de],[The ITBP martyr gallery with Paljor's image at the bottom]
[+] David Sharp
[+] Mount Everest
[+] Everest News - Daily updates on Expeditions and daily summiting news.

Tuesday, April 8


Okay, I'm supposed to update something today. So I wake up, open the mail and what I find? Freaking error correction! And not one or two, Its like going into 32 at the last count! AAAAAAA! The worst thing ever in a translators life is error correction, coz you don't get paid for it...coz its your errors :p hehehehe and you loose the clients confidence in you. Like I said, not a good past few weeks. Hope to be back tonight with a longer post.

:0 oh and did you guys read bout the Olympic flame being extinguished in Paris...those Parisians sure got guts, salut!. I say lets just boycott the Beijing Olympics, the communist government are murderers. Don't watch the channels, don't participate in any events relating to it, and don't buy any Olympics branded products from the sponsors! Here's a list of them, they have blood in their hands. Here's the Torch Relay site.

Free Tibet, Say No To Olympics 2008.

Sunday, April 6

There's Always Someday

Haven't listened to MLTR in a long while, till I read LG's post on them.

[+] Lyrics
There's always someday, someway, somewhere

[#] Probably the hardest thing in life is making people realize what is the best for them, and making them see how hard you've worked and what you have sacrificed for others. They just don't understand. To them, I will just go on with my life, on my path. Hope they pray I don't stop someday and just go away. Searching in the darkness.

Friday, April 4


The more I see those photos, the more I ask 'Why not me?'
Why don't I get to go there, why don't I get to experience that,
why don't I get to study there, why don't I get to play there,
why don't I get to work there, why don't I get to be with you,
Why not me?
Thank you God I'm not Blind
But I too have a heart
and its really heavy right now
What is this cruel fate
(or blessing in disguise)
that I am going through
or went through
for the past 3 decades
what is this?
Why not me there
and not stuck here
Maybe it's the Me
that made this desire
all too shallow
Why Not Me
whose desires
You don't follow.
*in distant memories
snowflakes in summer
swept under the carpet of time
rain for the sake of desires
tears for the wanting of love
surrender your soul
for He awaits
surrender it to me
for I shall live your life
maybe then
I will get what I deserve
what I desire
in death
maybe I will find
my fate.
[#] On that forever morning, he desires for immortality to experience All tomorrows.

Wednesday, April 2

Boring April Fools

Don't you just wish you could go back to those naive days in school when every April fools joke makes you laugh (or angry!). Nowadays things are so academic, people go to great lengths in creating the perfect satire. Here are some April fools from the web, if you haven't seen them already.

[+] gDay
[+] GMail Custom Time (they should know we really want this!!!)
[+] Virgle
[+] HandSolo
[+] Flying penguins! (gotta love em Brits)
[+] Some excellent BMW April Fools jokes (links at the bottom of the page)
[+] Top Ten all time?

Last year was cool:
Gmail Paper

But Google fooled the April out of me, for a full 30 minutes, it was exciting damn! Imagine, and I'm not talking about the email printed, I can print it, but actually getting free Google Box sent. Even the post dude would be wondering. Gmail Paper is made out of 96% post-consumer organic soybean sputum! Bah!

Also read: Google TiSP, TiSP Works, TiSP FAQ, TiSP Group, NotFound

Tuesday, April 1

Future Tense

wait by the seaside
to capture the time waves
one by one they go
to the future
- as the tides settle
the experiment emerges
on the table
notepads, pens and coffee cups litter
experimenters eyes rest
undisturbed, unmoving
but the machines are rumbling
perturbations in time

switch on
the first lights fire
dense electrons collate
into an energy soup
unnamed for a fleeting second
and let loose into random space
they race into singularity
along a magnetic tunnel

the metal barriers
scatter loudly
momentarily with untold pain
but ultimately natural
they have no God
they exist in probabilities

an emotionless grad student
watches the electronic screens
setup by his superiors
trying to collect data
not thinking of solutions
how the game have evolved

his predecessors generations back
toiled with arcane mechanics
instruments like gigantic moths
dwarf our daily sitcoms
and he just fills the tables
of the coded strings
with mindless data
not knowing
the results
as they leap
one by one
as if they have individual identities
they create cyclotron paths
of glowing radiation
they leap into the future tense
the outcome of the experiment
perpetually never unfolding


[#] There are two parts to this story, the first is about experimental science and the second is about the theoretical assumptions. In the real world, this is a dynamic collaboration to produce the best results in science, particularly physics. As there are almost infinite data that can be 'designed' and collected in physics experiments, experiments sort of compensates what the theorist cant see. But the real story of this is how 3rd world science is producing clones of dumb researchers who compute data mindlessly and improve to minute decimals the most insignificant outcomes there is. This is the real story.

Sometimes I pretend not to understand what the develop county lawmakers and tax payers say against big experiments, but it is a sad reality. Why should anyone fund for 'probabilities' and then share the data in public domain only to be used by overzealous and unimaginative professors in politicizes science faculties in Asia? That is a valid questions and concern. Who do you attribute the real success to? And who does the piles of inane scientific journals satisfy?

In poor probabilities, giants like Einstein and Feynman created a free flow of elegant science, but today we have rich theorists locally who cant imagine a dynamic world, but rather try to create a lazy niche where their habits, culture and religion blinds science. Culture we can understand, but religion in science? And amazingly, with substandard peer review and cronyism, the most that anyone can make of the results and publications here are just a contemporary stylistic extension in preexisting fields of established science. Such is the sorry state of science in 3rd world laboratories today that grad students are mere data crunchers and typist. When will they produce elegant research once again when all they can dream of is how to suck up to the supervisor and faculty. This is the unwavering death march of science in developing countries.

[#] Been over 2 months now and I am still waiting for the reply to my e-mail from my superiors. Such is the value of the past 5 years in their eyes, pity. Probably I should have mailed them some money to get them excited about probabilities.

Tell me this, am I simply trying to justify my failures by putting the blame on the system, or am I a survivor for being able to see the rot in the system?


it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny