Yet Another Software Junk | മറ്റൊരു പാഴ്‌ജന്മം

(scene : He is shaving)

She: why are you using shaving cream while shaving?
He: make shaving smoother and avoid scratches in the skin.
She: that I know; what I am asking is... why you are using it?
He: what?

dedicated to all those have less 'romam'(hair) in his face

Author believe that with out C programming language he can not live. Fact is that he didn't complete(even started) any great work in the same. hence he himself called YaSJ. Now his parents is in a search for a partner for him.

The problem is... how to kick start a talk with that girl.

After a round of discussion, 'budda dakkal' (TCR version for old people, means parents!!!), might ask 'YaSJ': "We guess you have something to ask/talk to the girl, havn't you?"

Reply:"Yes ofcourse" (a bit worried YaSJ)

What should I ask?

what about a 'viatnam colony' style "entha peru"(what is your name?).
or what about "Shobha, Shobhayude perenthaaa?!! (Shobha, what is your name?)
No no ..it is all old fashion.

Anyway made sure in mind that I will never ask "evidaa veedu"(where is your home?) standing right inside her home.

So decided to chat with my cousin. Here it goes.

Cousin: "nee oru thamaasha paranju thudangu... "Hotel aanennu karuthi oru vridhan..." ormayille?
Reply: "Done"

Cousin: "college-il line undaayirunno ennu chodhikkedaa.."
Reply: "undayirunnu ennu paranju kettu enthinaa veruthe alle!!!"
Cousin: "Yaa yaa"

Reply: "entrayaa mark ennu enthayaalum chodikkilla"
Cousin: "ayyo thirichu chodicha nee kudungum"
Reply: "athaa... pinne serious ayyi enthenkilum chodikkano?
njan bhayankara serious aannennu chumma thonnikotte"

Cousin: "pinne randu C/C++ questions chodhikkeda... vivaram undo ennariyande?
Reply: "there you are...I have prepared one, very good question"

here it goes

"How to reverse a string in place?"

ഇതു വെറും ഒരു പഴഞ്ചൊല്ലല്ല… (It is not just a proverb...) it is the truth.

I had a lot of chance to 'stitch'… but I didn't.

Result: Samson’s break down in the middle of Inner ring road. A payback for neglecting Samson's thirst for petrol. In another way, a miscalculation of his mileage in this heavy traffic. Now what to do? Need to find a petrol pump. nammakku chodichu chodiuchu pokaam (let us ask somebody)

One auto driver told there is a petrol pump in a KM.

Though I was a little suspicious of his advice, decided to follow a veteran. Anyway I am new to this place, may be one is there near to those software companies that can be seen at that place.

1st stitch >> Push Samson (A heavy, long cruiser called Avenger) for around 1 KM.

After dragging him around 400m I was tired. 'Colorful birds' crossing the roads every now and then, were throwing pathetic glance, caused more hurt. Poya maanam thirichu kittumo :-( Enquired again about the petrol pump... somebody said I need to travel till Koramangala signal!!! Seems logical (matching with my knowledge base)

So took an auto.

2nd stitch >> Rs. 30/- for auto to reach nearest pump and got 1/2 ltr

Problems didn't stop here.

Even after drinking enough petrol, Samson was refused to start. ohh I got it. Residue dust particle in the filter (or even a chance for an air-gap). The engineer in me arose!! ( Vendatha panikku pokandannu appachan paranja kelkoollillo)

3rd stitch >> Suck the petrol from the tube connect to the engine.

Phew... a mouthful of petrol. What a dirty feeling. He refused to start again. Oru kullukkavum illa.

4th stitch >> Call-a-friend for help (Maanam aa vazhikku kappallu kayari). After a 'non-stop' laugh, he suggested the same. And to get a mechanic.

5th stitch >> Search for a bike mechanic

As per auto vaalas, street sellers direction I successfully located a Bike garage. aaha..it was just in front of where Samson broke down. Senior Bike mechanic ordered me to bring the bike there :-(

6th stitch >> Drag my dear Samson back to the first position.

Another problem, Garage is on the other side and there is no gap in the median (though there is a sign board says a gap-in-the-median). So I have to either go and take U turn down the flyover or cut through the median.

7th stitch >> Cross through the median.

It is very heavy buddy (180KG; his manual says). However I managed to lift him up to the median and cross the road. and handed the 'patient' over to the 'doctor'.

As I said the problem was with his air-filter, he sucked the petrol from the tube that too without his mouth. (He made use of engine itself to suck it) Just matter of 1 minute. Everything back to normal. It hurt a lot. An engineer from GECT, don’t know the very basics of a motor bike (8th stitch >> on my ego, false self pride ...)

"10 Rs."- he billed. Oh… just 10 Rs...I was ready to give 50 Rs. atleast. I wasted around 2 hours just for a 10 Rs. problem!!!

"Bhayya petrol bahuth kammy hain... fill it ASAP", his advice.

9th stitch >> immerse Samson in petrol

This could have been done while I take the same route in the morning and save these many stitches

Tail:This is the first time I have been trapped in the road… after around 12,000 Kms of riding experience with David and Samson!!

Yup… first experience cherishes for long time.

similar topic: I Forgive

The moment I stepped out of my previous company ... My Project Leader (now 'OLD' PL) got a promotion… Now he is an Associate Project Manager!! (I doubt if his hidden agenda was to kick me out)

The moment I vacated my room in Chennai... My (old) roommate got an assignment in Dubai. (He was desperately looking for a project around two weeks) And other room mate became a UI Designer and got promoted to another level.

The moment I (crash) landed in Bangalore... The immediate business day was declared as a Karnataka Bundh!!! (I was supposed to join on this day)

What to say more... The moment I joined this company ... My (present) roommate's project got closed and laid off (technically) :-( !!!

And here everybody is asking why this company got less profit in the last quarter?
Business Analysts, Financial experts, and Sales forecasters are searching for an answer. They are trying to figure out what went wrong in their departments!!!

I would say… The problem is in the HR dept ;-)
Yeah...The HR guys have offered me a job in the last quarter.”

footnote: If anybody is interested to join me on my new 2BHK fully furnished flat, let me know ;-)

Can you imagine a rendezvous with Shakkeela?

A flash back…

After failing a series of interviews, my friends insisted that I should improve my English. So I thought...ok just give it a try then!!! ini athinte poraayma venda

Joined a Spoken English class and found that speaking English is really interesting. Since everybody around didn’t know much English then, I didn’t feel shy to speak Queen’s language. My Thrissur accent fuelled with ‘Formula 1’ fast speech caused no one to notice any grammatical mistakes.

There I met two girls from Vimala college, Solly and Riya (For namesake). They were considerably cute and smart !!! within no time all boys in the gang changed their seats near to them !!! ചക്ക കൂട്ടാനില്‍ ഈച്ച വന്നിരിക്കണമാതിരി !!

They wonder that I am from GECT, the college near to their college! And I wonder that they clearly identified one known personality in my class!! For my classmates… in her description... he always wear a red T shirt means… bright color T-shirt. Always around girls… once he had an injury in his right leg… he had a bullet :-) And she didn’t forget to a give him a compliment … “He is handsome too”.

Anyway, as part of making conversation (to improve our language ..OK)

“What is your father… your hobbies… the story you liked the most… your favorite hero… blah blah …

Once I asked Riya by chance “Your mother’s name ?”

Surprisingly she refused to say… and promised that she will reveal it at the end of the class. Since her home is nearby she invited us to her home after the farewell party.

And she introduced her mother to us… “enthu chaiyanna ente pillere …ente peru Shakkeela ennannu!!” (What to do guys…my name is shakkeela). I was not sure whether her face was filled with shy or angry then?

What did we do… happily returned home and declared we met shakkeela :-)

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വിവിധ തരം bug കളെ പറ്റി ഒരു അവലോകനം.

ക്ഷത്രിയന്‍ ബഗുകള്‍.
"ക്ഷത്രിയന് സാവു കടയ്യാത്" - വിജയകാന്ത്, തമിഴ് സിനിമാനടന്‍.

വളരെ അപൂര്‍വമായി കണ്ടുവരുന്ന ശക്തികൂടിയ ഇനങ്ങളാണിവ. ഒരിക്കല്‍ system ത്തില്‍ കടന്നു കൂടിയാല്‍ പിന്നെ ഇവറ്റകളെ തല്ലിപുറത്താകാന്‍ ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടാണ്. ഒരു തരത്തില്‍ അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ മറ്റൊരു തരത്തില്‍ അവറ്റകള്‍ പൊങ്ങി വരും. മിക്കവാറും അതിന്റെ പുറത്തു work ചെയ്യുന്ന എഞ്ചിനിയറുടെ വാര്‍ഷിക appraisal ഇവറ്റകള്‍ കാരണം കുത്തനെ താഴെ പോകാന്‍ സാധ്യതയുണ്ട്.

സദാം ബഗുകള്‍
ഇവരും ഭയങ്കരന്മാരണ്. ഒരു വ്യത്യാസം മാത്രം. ഇവരെ കൊല്ലേണ്ട വിധം എല്ലാ ബുഷ്-കള്‍ക്കും അറിയാം. പക്ഷെ അവരെ തൊട്ടാല്‍ തൊടുന്നവന്‍ വിവരം അറിയും. അതുവരെ മാന്യന്മാരയിരുന്ന ഒരു പറ്റം bugകളുടെ ആക്രമണം പേടിച്ച്... "ഇപ്പൊ കൊല്ലും... കൊല്ലാന്‍ പോവുകയാണ്" എന്ന പല്ലവി ആവര്‍ത്തിച്ചു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കും. ഇതു Manager മാരെ തൃപ്തിപെടുത്താന്‍ ഉതകുന്നതായതിനാല്‍ പല engineer മാരും ഈ വഴിക്കു പൊതുവെ രക്ഷപെടാറുണ്ട്. വിദഗ്ദഭാഷയില്‍ {Technically speeking} ഈ ബഗിനെ close ചെയ്തു എന്നു പറയും.

ചാവേര്‍ ബഗുകള്‍
ഇവര്‍ പ്രത്യക്ഷപെട്ടാല്‍ engineer റുടെ തലയെടുക്കാനുള്ള ഭാവമായിരിക്കും. CAP case എന്ന ഓമനപേരില്‍ ഒരു report number ഇവര്‍ക്കുണ്ടാവും. CAP case എന്നു പറഞ്ഞാല്‍ engineer രുടെ 'തൊപ്പി' തെറിക്കാവുന്ന case എന്നര്‍ത്ഥം.ഗതി കെട്ടാല്‍ ഇവരെ hardware issue ആയി പ്രഖ്യാപിച്ച് ഒഴിവാക്കുന്നതാണ് സ്വതവേ കണ്ടു വരുന്ന ഒരു പ്രവണത.

അഭിമാന ബഗുകള്‍.
ചില ബഗുകള്‍ അങ്ങിനെയാണ്. അഭിമാനം പണയപ്പെടുത്താന്‍ ഇവര്‍ തയ്യാറല്ല. ആദ്യം അവറ്റകള്‍ തന്നെ ശരിപ്പെടുത്താന്‍ നിയോഗിച്ചിട്ടുള്ള engineer രുടെ പേരു നോക്കും. engineer രെ ഇഷ്ടപെടാത്തതു കൊണ്ടോ എന്തോ അവര്‍ സ്വയം അങ്ങു തൂങ്ങി ചാവും. ഇതു അതേ പടി manager റോട് പറയാനുള്ള നാണക്കേടു കൊണ്ട് ..."ഓ ആ ബഗ് unreproducible അയിരുന്നു" എന്നു കാച്ചും.

ഓല പാമ്പുകള്‍.
വരുന്ന വരുവു കണ്ടാ തോന്നും ഇവന്‍ മൂര്‍ഖന്റെ അടുത്ത ബന്ധുവാണെന്നു. അടുത്തെത്തി കഴിഞ്ഞാലാണു മനസിലാവുക ഇതു വെറും ഓല പാമ്പാണെനന്‍. ഉടനെ തന്നെ അതിനെ ചുള്ളി കമ്പ് കൊണ്ട് തല്ലി കൊല്ലും. Junk ചെയ്യുമെന്ന്.

മച്ചാന്‍ ബഗുകള്‍
ചില ബഗുകള്‍ അങ്ങിനെയാണു. മച്ചാന്‍ മച്ചാന്മാരാണ്. ഒരാളെ കുഴിച്ചു മൂടാന്‍ സാധിച്ചാല്‍ മറ്റവന്‍ താനേ കീഴടങ്ങും. ഇവര്‍ Duplicate bugs ആണെന്നും ചില വിദഗ്ദ പക്ഷവുമുണ്ട്.

അടികുറിപ്പ്: ഈ ബ്ലോഗ് അടിച്ചുകയറ്റി കൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നതിനിടയില്‍ വീട്ടില്‍ നിന്നു ഫോണ്‍ !!!
"എടാ ഞാന്‍ ഒരു 'പേരുവിവരപട്ടിക' അയച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്. നിനക്കു താത്പര്യം തോന്നുന്ന പെണ്ണിന്റെ പേര്‍ പെട്ടന്നു തന്നെ എന്നെ അറിയിക്ക്. ഞാന്‍ പെണ്ണിന്റെ വീട്ടുകാരുമായി ആലോചിക്കാം !!"
ആഹാ... എന്റെ ജീവിതത്തിലേക്കുള്ള ബഗ് തിരഞ്ഞെടുക്കാന്‍ ഒരു കനകാവവസരം !!!

…about this blog is …

On Googling “Nayinte Mon”; you could see that the first hit is my blog. Try searching my full name. Google found this page as 4^th preference.

On an unnecessary moment(oru aavasyavum illathe), I shared this fact with my roomie, Gopi a.k.a Bijoy. In a split second came the following comment,

“enthayalum karyam nadakkunnudallo; Google-nte oru power” (Anyway Google is spotting the exact one !!!)

I wonder even after 160 blog posts I didn’t mention much about a person who was with me for more than 7 years. Yup a sentence about Bijoy.

He usually opens his mouth to have ice-creams and to crack jokes. The similarity or difference between these two things is…

He is capable of eating ice-cream till the shopkeeper kicks him out. On the other hand, his jokes might make you laugh for the whole day.

A 4 and half year old boy was watching his father doing slight-hair-dye-touch using a hair-dye-brush.He was confused to figure out why his dad is doing this? Yet he didn’t ask anything.

Next day he took one brush and dipped into his_own_made_mud_water and he started ‘beautifying’ his hair. His father was surprised to see this and didn’t realize what exactly he was doing. So he went near to him for a closer look.

That poor father got angry not only because for his kid playing with mud …but also for…
it was his tooth brush !!! Even his dad suspects that he might have dipped same brush into toilet to imitate their servent, who cleaned it on previous day!!!

This Kid is also famous for his Reverse offer and for imitating one dialogue perfectly just-in-time.

Another surprising event was in 10th standard. Here also the central attraction was a Christmas card. Unfortunately my aunt was there and she happened to receive the Christmas card. She got stunned to see the address.

Nikhitha 'George',
D/o 'George' John C,
xxxx house,
xyz street,
abc P.O.
Thrissur.

... She almost fainted. She wondered; how could I have a daughter at that age of 15?

She put me into the 'court' and started cross-vistharam (trails). Even I couldn't believe myself. What I have done? Adultery!!! at that tender age?? Frankly, I was not even sure about the complicated process to become a father. I thought that just sleeping with wife was enough (PS: only with wife). What an innocent boy I 'was' !!!

"I don't have any wife yet. Then it is impossible to become a father!!!" I argued with my aunt.

"Ayyeda... ellam oppichu vannittu ...njan onnum arinjilla (are you acting as innocent after doing all wrong things?) ", she had no plans to leave me.

"enthonnu oppikkan ..(I didn't do anything...)", I was searching for some logic to defend.
"... I didn't slept with anybody", I tried to convince her.

"That was the problem...if you just 'slept' , this will not happen", She confused me.

I was totally lost. I couldn't understand what she was talking about. Her last sentence was contradicting with my beliefs. So I suggested her to read that address again.

Everything in the address was ditto same with my address except my house name. But that too where similar. Both were starting with "Ch..."

Yeah he was staying in the same lane and he had a daughter studying at 8th. Hence I became a father of 8th std girl at the age of 15!!!

However, at the end of that event I got a chance to meet a beautiful girl and her beautiful elder sister. Still both of them exchange smiles remembering all these things.

---footnote---
My name is unique in company's people finder and client's large employee database as well. Yet, we (four of us) share the same name there in my locality. and Nikitha's (that name is fake) father and I share same father's name + initials and was living in same street for some time.

In my college (Pre-degree) days, I astonished when I got a Christmas greetings from my first crush (DD). It was like a cool breeze. I felt like… Ok njan chalamakkunilla… let expert do their work yaar. Hence, I am copying a beautiful song from John Denver.

You fill up me senses like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill me again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again.
-From Annie’s Song ; John Denver.

In short I felt it like I got a letter from Heaven. I had not even talked to her before. But I suspected that she had also a crush towards me. So, naturally I was happy to receive a letter from her. Ambdi kalleee. I rushed to share this experience with my friends. They were also very excited and forced me to write back. They suggested sending New Year greetings to her.

I was much exited. I thought about getting money to buy. If it were for Christmas, it would be easy since I only need to do some minor adjustments while buying the cards in bulk. So, I was so sad. At that time my friend told me that he had a spare New Year greetings card. And he had given it to me. While I was writing the message in that card, suddenly a smiling face of my friend came to my mind. It was unusual.

I rewound all events back. He suspected that I have some feelings towards her much early stage though he is not sure. He was not my close friend. Yet, he knew some bits and pieces. Was this his play? I wound back his smile again and again... yes. There was some crookedness. He was a miser in first place. Still he gave a New Year card. Ok, he may share things with me, I agree. But how come he got a 'spare new year card'? We usually don't send New Year greetings alone!!!

I didn't take much strain to find the similarity of his smile with that of Siddique/Jagadish in "Pavam Pavam Rajakumaran". An old Malayalam movie; Srinivasan was the victim there.

If he didn’t force me to send a card…
If he allowed me to buy the card somehow…

...This blog might be something else.
...There is a minor possibility that she would be mine like in that movie!!!

"Shall, should, should have, should have been... why all these things yaar", SMT seemed so confused one day.
"’Should is enough, right?" he added.
"I'll kill the person who introduced all these nasty grammar". he couldn't control his rage.

Yeah, this was a common problem for both of us. So, I decided to start bloging. But the hidden agenda was to improve the grasp over the Queen's language (what that King was doing then ?!!!). Occasionally I have sent my entries to Bijoy for editing. I just wanted to avoid huge blunders. So he was the first person who used to read my post. I think he has never visited the URL http://www.yasj.blogspot.com. Hence, there were no comments on this blog from him. Recently he has shifted his biological clock to 12 hours back from IST. Yeah, He is in US now.

I asked him to enquire his manager about all the possible chances for me.
But he never did.
I offered him to cook all the day.
It seemed he was not impressed with my offer. I even offered him punctual delivery of bed coffee.
No change.
He hit me on my face.
I didn't reply. In fact, I told him to hit more if he wishes.
I told him I'll make oil-less Chicken65.
rakshayila !!!
Finally, he left for US without me :-(
(P.S: if you could find this conversation similar to that of the movie, "Akkare akkare akkare", it is NOT a mere coincidence, I did it purposefully ;-)

I continued to write like

"Today onwards,...no Malayalam...only English"
"Achu, I make chappathi...you make vegitable curry..."
"nothing (difficult)... take vendakka(ladies finger)..."
"cut.. cut ... cut small pieces"
"take onion ..cut ..cut ..cut .. small pieces"
"take cheena chatti (cooking pan)...put it in the Aduppu(gas stove)..."
"put some coconut oil .... put some kaduku manies.."
"..little curry veppila...(then) kadukuvara kadukuvara ...kadukuvara...
"take vegitables ... put it in"
"put little chilli powder... little malli (Coriander) powder... little curry masala powder.."
"little uppu (salt)...close it...curry ready.. go"

I couldn't find any difference between Urvasi in "Achuvinte Amma" and myself.

At that time Anoop has offered his kind helping hands.

He wanted to make this blog technically perfect. So he doesn't like a single mistake in each post. After he has started editing, he has also vanished from my blog.He took tremendous pain to make it a ongoing success. I almost fainted down when I saw his edited document (with track changes) for the first time. If it were my corrected answer sheet, indian Railways could have used it for stopping a Train !!!!!

If you could see the last few entries as beautiful like a Technical document, it is all his effort. He deserves a BIG CLAP.

Footnote: The above said characters, along with me, share a 1500 Sq. Ft. living space in an old, dingy apartment in Vadapalani, Chennai (They call it Tinsel Capital of South India).
Take a look at Anoop's Blog: adventurekid

He must be kidding. My father is planning to search a girl for me.

If it was last year, I would have been happiest. At that time I had no mind storming work. Nothing to worry about. just go to work, come back, sleep, movies, get together, football... just cool life. I was bored. no challenging thing in life. So I "begged" to the same person to arrange a marriage for me. I was interested to take some responsibility in my life. but he just neglected without a word as if I am a kid.

Now I have some penultimate year planning. More interested in long drives. Want to concentrate more on work. Want to restore my flat tummy back. want to roam around some places with friends.

Wife; meaning of wife is responsibility ( Mohanlal in Dasaradham)
Marriage means a total surrender, Am I right?

"I am going to a party"
"with out me ?!!!"
"ponne it is a drinks party"
"ohho vellamadiyanalle..."
"...must return before 8.30. Am alone here"
"it is 8 now, I will not get time even to sip a peg".
"thats more than enough; Look..What I have told I have told"
...Is she a daughter of Pilate to say like "What I have written I have written" ?

This is why I am telling..Marriage is a complete surrender.
I didn't own any bike in Chennai one year back, Now I have. I want to roam around more.

So I said to Mother
"Look Mom, I don't want to get surrender this year."
"So what will you do to get a movie ticket ?"
"I have a sister for it"
"Ok, you were complaining that you are not getting good food there, don't you want a wife?"
"Mom, nowadays I don't have any expectation on these girls; probably I can cook better than them...".
"...Also last year you were told that you are coming to stay with me... the doors are still open".
"Son...then who will look after your father!!!"
"enthenkilum chaiyyu... Am going back"
"wait one more question..."
"...What should I to do with your the half-folded mat?"

;-))

George didn't give any permission to somebody to do this. look at his lips; how dare she was !!!

People have been told first experience will cherish for ever. Yes, it is his first experience. First time ever somebody is kissing him. Got a chance to know her curves a bit. Do not misunderstand George. He is a decent fellow and didn't like this at all ;-) intentionally or not ..it happened.

He was driving his brand new Ikon from mission hospital to back home. His little cousin was admitted there for a minor head injury. He stopped the car at the signal near to Sakthan thamburan market. His intension was to drive straight to market as it is the short cut to home. As soon as the signal was cleared he slowly took his car a couple of meter forward, a splendor hit on his left side, and flew into the market!

How dare he was !!! to overtake a vehicle from left side. He was just behind George, coming from the same hospital,(His daughter was admitted there) and going to Thrissur Round. he *must* stop at the right side of the car, if his intension was to go to right side of the signal. It seems that it is all planned by somebody!!! both the parties were busy to return back from hospital as it is 2.30 noon and not taken the lunch. it is just like George went there from Chennai on that morning and gave his car to kissed by a splendor :-(
Not much injury to the splendor guy; just shaken his paint from the knee and the foot rest bent a little.
George didn't notice even a single scratch on the car, but later his mother showed a small pit near to headlight. a 1 cm miss ;-). On her word she can make a "kuzhi-appam" on that pit.

A second kiss happened on next day itself. but in a different way. On the way to ‘Cherthalla’, his sis is studying there, 115 Km away from Thrissur. George had driven around 160KM,himself. The road was very good and dividers made driving easy. And the car is so stable to drive in a 90KM/hr. The surprising thing is that his father, who didn't like to see his son driving above 60KM/hr, didn't noticed this !!! So he steadily raised the speed to touch 98KM/hr.
"Father, did you ever sat on a car which is flying in a speed of 100 ? "
"What ?"
"Nothing, you are going to experience it."
"Da da daa"
:-)
Dashboard speedometer safely kissed 100KM/hr. He had tried upto 105. The car was stable!!!

Is it because of death anniversary of Mahathma Ghadhi !!!! Don't think So.
Sadly I am not that much Patriotic :-(

Today After lunch in room and a catnap, I hang on the current bug, which deals with Memory fragments. Thought many solutions outof which 3 are reasonable, only two are under my control.(Confidential matters !!!) . Thought about fix and possible breakage, I walked out of the room and locked it with automated -7 levers-lock.

Only two steps... I had realised that I forgot Key inside, which is always kept in my wallet. yup I had forgot that too. ok why worry ??? just call Bijoy to bring key :-)

Where is mobile !!! I forgot that too :-(. never mind.Only a five minute walk... just goto company take the key from Bijoy, come back , take those two. Just two more steps !!!

where is My ID card !!!!
:-(
what to do now.

Why I need a ID card ? The gate security will issue a temporary card.
Who is going to call me at this time ??!! so why Mobile phone ;-)
If I don't want to take my mobile, why to collect key from Bijoy !!!
Ohh I forgot I have to take my wallet !!!
Why ?
I can approach a few in the company without any second thought.

So I am free !!! no need to carry anything. I really felt it.

This is how I made my second 'memorable day' by forgetting things [to do]

It is a mallu phrase for revenge. "Make an equivalent damage to the enemy". A kind of "Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot" ,Exd 21:24

Here one of my friend's usage in a different way.

"Yesterday I borrowed Rs 500 from Bijoy, today you have to give.", And he clarified the logic behind it - "Pakarathinu pakaram!!!".
"Ayyeda !!! what a logic !!!"
"you may take the logic in any way ...but I want money. thats all"
!!!!

want more examples ?
"Last week he took ticket for me, today you may... Pakarathinu pakaram !!!"
"Last time I took Shaji's Shirt....this time yours ... Pakarathinu pakaram !!!"

A few times we thought to give a kick and say...
"Today my hand is free... tomorrow his might be ...Pakarathinu pakaram !!!"

Footnote: Who is this Friend ? Answer might be a surprise for my old B.Tech classmates !!! Manoj V ???

George is not a Sanjay Ramasami in Gajini or a Leonard in Memento !!!

But he is famous for his short term memory in his BIG family. He always forgets to buy a needle for his grand mother or vegetables for his aunt while returns from school. His mother is fed up with him. In her words, "whenever I asked him to buy three things, he might forget two things. while told him to do 4, he will do only 3."

She always has complaints that "Why can't you make notes not to forget things ???".For George, his father-who always make notes and regularly doing everything without fail- is the first "Leonard" in his life. Little George is also started making notes, But the result is different!!! because he always fail to check it before proceeding from/to somewhere :-(

Here is an Event tried to explain in Memento style.

Scene 9

“Where is my Lunch ?".
I am not sure whether George either dropped the receiver or fell down first, after hearing the complaint from his father. But I still remember he was laughing without stopping for the whole day.

Scene 8

“Ring Ring .. Ring Ring ..”
"ohh no... who is disturbing at this time. It is 1.30 now. can't he sleep in the noon !!!"
"Hello" - A familiar sound.
"Ohh Father", George recognized," Anything special ?".
"Nothing special Son... where is my Lunch ?".

Scene 7
He saw that everything was ready for a lunch.
“Ohh cutlet. great”. It is his mother’s expertise-item. thought of it itself turns his mouth watery...! (See my lips.)
he himself served with out disturbing his mother, who is doing something in her terrace-vegetable-garden . tick tick tick. finished his lunch. “why only work to mouth? “ he fired his belly. “Why can’t you share the load of mouth and teeth?”
He fell into bed for a short sleep.

Scene 6
He got up and collected the bill on the way to cash counter.
He paid the bill and was about to leave, supplier called him.
“Sir.. is this your umbrella... and key ?”
“Yeah …of course. Thanks”, you can see a relief in his face.
Or this might be a yet another umbrella he forgot and lost somewhere.
He purchased some more items and reached back home.

Scene 5
“Lime juice please”, He ordered to the supplier.
He just watched people who are busy with their work, “food-ing “. “Are everybody going to die after this”, he thought in mind.
He put down his umbrella and Key in a corner of the table.
“Sir here is the lime juice , anything else” .
“Yes sure, bill ;-)”.
George is a kind of person who hates to stay long in the dinning table. So he finished it quickly, as if it was his last thing to do in the life. And got up.


Scene 4
Sharp 12 noon. He took his favourite BSA SLR and started the 'journey'. He went to City Centre to buy just a refill for pen!!! then went to Elite Super Market to buy a note book ;-) and proceeds to Immatties book shop to buy 'best in the market' low quality rough papers , then to Radhakrishna hotel.

Scene 3

This is the time to do the memory test, He thought in mind.
He listed down the number of item to buy. Seven items; all were tiny needy things like refill for pen, note book, low quality rough paper like so and so. And made rule that not to buy more than one item from a shop. He made a map from items to buy to relevant shops around Thrissur Swaraj Round (it's diameter is around 1.5 KM) He kept the list in his table and wait for 12 O’clock.

Scene 2

“So You must have to go Shop today”. His Mother insisted him.
“Ohh Mom … you know right… I am a busy person. Just now only I came back from library. Need to meet couple of people for donation to buy some more books.” George continued, “Further more I have a lot to study”.
“Study? What to study ?”, this time his mom surprised , “Never see you in front of book after joined in Engg college. Don’t tell any more excuses”.
“Ok fine I will go then”.
This is the time to do the memory test, He thought in mind.

Scene 1

“Now it is your turn”, Mom said on the Saturday morning.
“Turn for what!!!”, Surprised George !!!
“Last Saturday Raju carried lunch for your father.” She explained.
“You are the one to do it today”. She insisted.

Tail:
Saved the same story in the normal way as comment "Old blog Said...".

"What is the meaning of your name ?". Asked one interviewer.
"Joju doesn't mean anything. it is just a name". What a fool I am to reply like this.Doesn't that clearly mean that I am a meaningless guy!!! No wonder why I was not placed anywhere in early stages.

But after that interview, I had tried to find the meaning of name. Yeah, I was literally correct. Joju is a just name. I was very sad that my father gave me a name without any meaning :-( May be he has an expectation that I'll make a meaning to my name.that is a really good motivation, isn't it?

Anyway I continued the search for why my name is Joju? Joju is a short call for George, my baptism name; received from the name of my grandfather. if you just remove the sound 'r' from George, it is my name !!!George means "Geo worker", a farmer. must be a hardworker. Am I a George ?

Until unless I found something core, I'll not hardwork. May be farmers are also work for a 'core' , funda product, food!!! Whatever, "I" will appear as "George" in this blog hereafter.

Imagine a 4 year old boy saying this comment while traveling in a car. "Son of bitch ... not allowing us to go". His dad actually shocked. this was the same comment he used to say while driving. his son is repeated the same thing.. in the same situation.

So take care Fathers... you are the person to show good things to your child. They are innocent enough to think that his dad is correct in all cases. They will just copy whatever you do.

... for The girl in church choir.

Today she got "yet" another recognition for her talent. This time it is for composing music and preparing lyrics for a song along with others. but we just missed her song. it was in the very beginning.

Just a talk happened in my family.

background:
"if you are not started searching a girl for me, I'll find one. But don't blame me if she is a Tam.", once I gave warning to my Mom.
"Marriage !!! Not at all. if you can, find one. I don't mind even if she is Tamil girl", she challenged me. I know what is in her mind. it can be read like this. "Wasted 4 year in Engineering college. taught in colleges, still didn't get anyone. Son... you are only good for playing with children". let me explain in her language. " naalu kollam engg college il padichittu.. verum kaiyode vannirikkunnu. padippikan poyi... ennittu entha karyam. onnineyum kittiyilledai. pinne enne pedipikkan vannirikkunnu. poyi valla pillerayum kalippichirikkadai."

It seems that she don't want to be a grandmother now. What to do!!!

foreground: many relatives gathered this time.
somebody put forwarded my case. and they started taking it seriously. Then I told them. "Don't worry about me. I had already found one in choir. looks ok to me. (our usual comment in code reviews). Only problem is that she is too young. may be around 18. I'll do one thing.ll wait for two years until she become 20".

Suddenly my cousin (12 years old) replied. "you will also get old by two years.. right. then ?". today's children are wiser. They will not allow you to comment something and escape from the situation.

Got up very early in the morning!!! And went to a training session in office. It started at 7am and lasted for 3 hours. I came out of the room with a pain in my left foot :-( I tried with a gel 4 times. Still it pains. Couldn’t walk properly. I had already some pain in my right knee - result of a cricket match early this month; slipped down while chasing the ball. So I decided to consult a Doctor.

He found that there in no problem in my right knee; no fracture; no swelling!!! But still pains??? He scribbled down one ointment and two tablets. And told me to follow the prescription for 10 days. Cost is

Registration fee- 30
Consultation fee -150
3 X-rays - 360
Medicine - 160
Total - 700

Also he found that my foot is flat. And gave me a free advice.

Use MCR chappals ... Walk easy