23 September 2008


"the iClock(TM), an internet-connected alarm clock radio that uses voice control while lying in bed to provide news, weather, sports, traffic and PDA information.
Me and Pradeep P P are the sole developers of the underlying speech recognition engine. This was developed at EPIGON Media Technologies, Bengaluru in 2003.


Nice to know they launched it. Hopefully it works :)

21 September 2008


Exerpts from an interview:

"I am playing for the audience. But between us, I can see Lord Krishna. And the audience can also see him." Even in the west? "They cannot explain why but they go into a kind of meditation." He played a festival a few years ago, where "people were lying on the grass. For one and a half hours, I played just one raga and the entire crowd did not want it to end."

Back to poking fun at western musicians. How the famous Irish flautist and "very nice man" James Galway must rue the day that he had Chaurasia round for supper. It ended in a battle of the flutes.

"He was not able to blow my bamboo instrument, but I was able to blow his flute. He had three gold flutes and I had only one bamboo flute. I said: 'Why don't we exchange? That way you can practise on bamboo.'"

The swap didn't happen, of course - but how Chaurasia must have relished attempting it.
James Galway's flute is amazing; just runs through the spine! Especially those beats that he creates. Listen to him here and hear!

[1] http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2007/dec/14/worldmusic

16 September 2008

[3] They say self ref does not count; who cares?
Alcohol is not a bad thing; the sentence is not complete yet; if you have lot of inhibition. Alcohol, I have heard, makes people careless. If you are already careless like me, you do not need Alcohol! By the way, Alcohol is an ancient Sumerian word meaning "Evil"! I happened to run into XUL (XML UI Language) and XUL is pronounced as Alcool. You appear to be losing track and when the post too is starting look like every other post in this blog, just for a change let me tell you there is no context contrast this time! This post is on a case observation on inhibition.
I took a bus to get home, a different bus this time not going where I wanted to. I got in and it smelt like Lanka! I waited for about 30 seconds. I am sure everyone in the bus had nose! They probably felt it too; it really smelt like something was on fire, but they ignored. I went to the driver. Told her something is wrong. "Is it not from outside", she asked. I said, “it does not smell anything like this, outside”. She pulled over. We got out only to see smoke coming from somewhere behind the front wheels. Holly smokes! Everyone was asked to get out of the bus and move away from it! The driver called the emergency number and we took another bus after a while.
Have you ever been to a Chinese store? I went north instead of south and had to wait for another bus at another stop. I sneaked into to Chinese grocery cum herbal shop. The vastness of China can take our breath away, you know? They have stuffs of so many varieties that it probably out numbers rest of the world put together. I have never heard of or seen 99.9% of the things they sold there!
Have you ever eaten a Hill Cashew Nut (GuddE GEru)? It is not anything like Cashew, stronger and can burn our lips (even or hips) if eaten raw! A dry fruit I bought tasted similar but was sweeter and not so tart. Lesson: take a wrong bus/route you will learn a thing or two.
This post is still about inhibition. If you were feeling smart so far, let me tell you this: no one in that smokey bus appeared drunk, not even the not so bad looking Chinese girls. Go figure it out!
Thus ends the post named Inhibition (InhibitionO naama) written in no particular metre, by Raglya.

08 September 2008

The Tiger Ghost Valley (ಹುಲಿಯಪ್ಪನ ಕಣಿವೆ)

If you are not supposed to die, you won’t. That is why many live to see the sun, under unbelievable circumstances. A boy was drinking water from a deep pit by a farm. Then he slips as if he ran out of luck. And yet holds on to a week pole spread across the pit. The pole may not break, but hands can hold him upside down, back touching water, for only a while. His friends were not too far away. But it takes a brave enough to risk to stretch a helping hand. Someone did!

I swear the boy did not know much, definitely not about computers. He knew a lot of things about, from how much it hurts when hit by a branch of particular tree or shrub to making a bamboo water gun or bamboo piston. He had been to the Tiger Ghost Valley only once! (ಹುಲಿಯಪ್ಪನ ಕಣಿವೆ)


04 September 2008

ರಕ್ತಾಕ್ಷಿ ಶವಚರದ ಬದ್ರವದ................... - ಕಲ್ಲುಮರಿಗೆ ಶಾಸನ

ಹ೦ದಿಗೋಡಿನಿ೦ದ ಮುಡಿಗೇಸರಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗುವ ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬಲಬದಿಗೊ೦ದು ಕಲ್ಲುಮರಿಗೆ ಇದೆ. ಯಾರೋ ಪುಣ್ಯಾತ್ಮ ಇಟ್ಟ ಮರಿಗೆ. ನಿ೦ತ ಮಳೆನೀರು ಮಧ್ಯಾಹ್ನದ ಬಿಸಿಲ ಹೊತ್ತಿಗೆ ದನಕರುಗಳ ಆಸರಿಗೆ. ಆ ಮರಿಗೆಯ ಮೇಲೊ೦ದು ಶಾಸನ. ಅದನ್ನೋದುವುದು ಸುತ್ತಮುತ್ತಲ ಹುಡುಗ ಹುಡುಗಿಯರಿಗೊ೦ದು ಸವಾಲು. ಆಗಷ್ಟೇ ಅಕ್ಷರ ಕಲಿತವರಿಗೆ ಮಹಾಕಾವ್ಯ ಬರೆಯುವ ಕನಸು!

ನೆನಪಿರುವಷ್ಟನ್ನು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದಿದ್ದೇನೆ:
"ರಕ್ತಾಕ್ಷೀ ಶವಚರದ ಬದ್ರವದ ಚ೦ದ್ರಗುಪ್ತ ಮೌರ್ಯಃ.................. ಚದಟಿಶ್ಮಿಯವರು"

"ರಕ್ತಾಕ್ಷೀ ಸ೦ವತ್ಸರದ ಬಾದ್ರಪದ ಶುಕ್ಲ ಪಕ್ಷ......" -- ಉಳಿದಿದ್ದರ ಅರ್ಥವೇನೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ.

ಇನ್ನೊಮ್ಮೆ ಓದಿದರೆ ಈಗ ಅರ್ಥವಾಗ ಬಹುದೇನೋ...ಹತ್ತಿರ ಇದ್ದ ಮಠಕ್ಕೆ ಯಾರೋ ದೇಣಿಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದ್ದ ಮರಿಗೆಯ೦ತೆ ಅದು..

ಗಣಪತಿ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಶುಭಾಷಯಗಳು.


03 September 2008

Kannada words in Marathi

Although I am not sure, I think the following words are borrowed from Kannada.

Marathi Kannada English
changli chennagi well
dhavane dhavisu/dhavanta run
sangitle simillar to Dravidian sollu? say
poora poora full (Poorna-Sanskrit)

if you can find the right way to screw Sanskrit word or Persian word you will end up having a Marathi word. If you error you would have found a word in other languages such as Bengali, Odiya, Gujrathi!

Tachini, Vahini, and other words in Kannada are from Marathi.

02 September 2008


Physicists, this is not about particles. Authors, this is not about articles. This is about farticle. Is it about farts? Smell my note on classification if you like. But, this is not about fart either.

There are many meanings to it in urban dictionaries (as if villagers do not use such words). When I thought of this word I choose to think this as a synonym for bad use of articles (grammar). I misuse them all the time. Many misuse them but unaware of their adventure most of the times. In short a farticle is an article used inappropriately.

Alright, now what? Now, look. They have one thing in common. They do not smell always. When we misuse articles we do not notice them all the time. Only sometimes when they smell bad we know. Another similarity to its obnoxious counter part is their use unintentional and we may even say uncontrollable!

Until the English speaking ban them and as long as we have articles in English we will have farticles. The!