The GATE Story – 3

(This is the concluding part of The GATE Story. Please read Part-1 and Part-2 before this.)

Two opportunities down. Sigh.

Early morning on the 12th, I was on the Shatabdi train that would take me out of Kanpur to Delhi. The previous day, when booking my ticket, I had requested the reservation lady for a window seat, so that I could avoid making unnecessary eye-contact with people and have a nice corner to myself. To my horror, I found that the lady had not only ignored my request, but had also given me an aisle seat right below an AC vent, exactly in the middle of the coach, facing half the passengers of the coach, who kept looking at me curiously as I slowly froze to death. I quickly buried my face into the Computer Architecture book, imagining bad things happening to reservation lady. The train staff soon brought a bunch of free newspapers for us to choose from. Since I had paid Rs. 3.50 for my Times of India ten minutes back on the railway platform, I asked for an Indian Express instead, mostly just to wipe my tears with it. The food service was excellent, and my attempts to study were frequently interrupted by the staff bringing me something to eat. By the time I got off the train, I was reasonably well-fed, had seen the Supreme Court dome from the train window and read the same paragraph twelve times.

After the blazing overhead sun thawed me a little, I proceeded to take a prepaid auto to IIT campus. En route, I saw the India Gate and the residences of Sharad Pawar, Ram Vilas Paswan and Shiela Dixit on Janpath. My attempts to see 10 Janpath (Sonia Gandhi’s residence) were thwarted by a truck that blocked my view. Pretty soon I had reached the Karakoram hostel of IITD.

At the Karakoram hostel, I encountered some of the most irresponsible people I have ever met. On reaching the hostel office, I was given a bank slip and asked to pay the rent at SBI at the rate of Rs. 140 per day. After standing in the queue for an hour and watching a super-slow cashier age visibly by the time my turn came, I went back to the hostel office only to be told that they were out for lunch. I went back at 3 o’ clock, and the staff pushed me away and told me to come at 5 o’ clock. Finally at five, I was told that there are no rooms available and that I should sleep in the common room! Tired as I was walking in the hot sun all day in my formal shoes, I completely flipped out and yelled at them politely for five minutes. However I deny that I called them “irresponsible imbeciles”, but that could be because I did not know the correct translation in Hindi. Finally, I was asked to “adjust” in the common room for one night and that they would give me a room the next day. Thankfully, I met an SJCE senior in IITD campus, who most kindly accommodated me in his room. He also showed me around the campus. The campus was small and had lots of multi-storeyed buildings. I also had the opportunity of meeting a couple of guys from the Navy and the conversation was very interesting.

The Electrical Department interview the next day went very well. I was asked mostly text book questions on Computer Architecture and Operating Systems, and ten minutes later, I came out with the feeling that I may have just secured my first admit. However my CS admit was still stuck in waiting list and the correct picture would only be clear two days later. I had my ticket to Bangalore that evening, and I decided not to cancel it. I would come back to Delhi on 17th if necessary (Don’t judge me, people! I was earning!). As I came to understand, interview for wait-listed candidates was only a formality.

One last thing needed to be done. I had paid the stupid hostel guys for four days of accommodation, so I went there asking them to allot me a room without any payment if I came back on 17th.

Hostel Guy: What? No no. We can’t do that. Go away.

Me: Why?

HG: Because we have already written the date on your receipt. We can’t do anything once it’s written. Go away.

Me: Eh? But you never gave me a room on that date.

HG:

Me:

HG: Uhh, I’ll ask my boss.

The senior guy angrily said that no alterations could be done on such solid legal devices as hand-written receipts, and that I was blaming them unnecessarily. I then calmly gave a long speech, the gist of which was, “Sir, I am not blaming you. I’m just saying it’s all your fault”, after which he was convinced (confused?) and agreed to give me a room with no additional payment if I swore I would not eat their hostel food. I had no problems with that.

The SpiceJet flight to Bangalore was three hours late, so I hung around IITD campus for a little longer and left in the evening. The departure terminal of the Delhi airport was bigger and had lots of shops compared to Bangalore. I had more than a couple of hours before my flight, so I whiled away my time doing some window shopping. The most interesting thing I saw at the airport was a drinking water fountain which I tried to use and twisted my neck badly. I backed away quickly before I made a bigger fool of myself.

After a delay of almost three and a half hours, I was finally on the flight. The captain was remarkably honest, and said the delay was because of “late arrival of aircraft”. The initial journey was far from smooth, and the aircraft shook and dipped alarmingly a few times. I smartly guessed that the cause was “turbulence”. The guy next to me had a different explanation. “Maybe a girl is driving it”, he said and laughed at his own joke. I pretended to laugh with him, but secretly added “sexist strangers on airplanes” to the categories of people who annoy me. A few minutes later the seatbelt sign was off, and the captain explained that there had been turbulence shortly after takeoff (see?). Halfway through the journey, the pilot announced that we could see the city of Bhopal on the left. I concluded that the pilot was telling the truth, because I was sitting on the right side and there was certainly no Bhopal there! We landed in Bangalore at about midnight.

Next day, IIT Madras put up its list of selected students for MTech in Computer Science and I had made it. Just like that. Direct admission. Total anti-climax. It was like watching How I Met Your Mother for ten seasons, only to find out that there WAS no mother and that the kids were adopted. Still, it was a welcome anti-climax. My acceptance along with original GATE scorecard was supposed to reach IITM in a week, so I decided not to go back to Delhi. In retrospect, it wasn’t the best decision, because IITD probably offered more courses to my liking than IITM. Still, I had to prepare for the MSc (Engg) interviews at IISc, arguably the toughest in the PG admission circuit, and I needed time for that.

I got calls for MSc (Engg) from all places I applied in IISc – CSA, SERC and CEDT. SERC and CEDT calls were on the same day, same slot. But since I wasn’t that interested in CEDT, I didn’t bother to reschedule either and just concentrated on getting through the other two. My first interview was in CSA and the second in SERC that same afternoon. The CSA test was simple enough with questions on basic math and programming. The test was not used to shortlist candidates, and all were interviewed anyway. The interview was not a disaster, but it wasn’t spectacular either. I struggled with algorithm analysis and needed a lot of prodding from the panel to help me along. I thought I did architecture decently, but overall, I doubted if my performance was enough to see me through.

So, now only one call remained. SERC. Back to the same place with which we started our story. As expected there was a small written test for half an hour with questions on maths and programming. I got at least four out of five correct and was not surprised when I was shortlisted for the interview. However there were a lot of candidates before me, so it was 7 o’ clock in the evening when my turn finally came. And then, over the next forty minutes, I gave the best interview of my life. The panel recognized that I had come before and started off by asking questions I had admitted to not having answered the last time. Somehow, I was completely relaxed this time around. It was a very interesting interview, with the panel wanting to know how I would analyze different designs in architecture. In the end, I had answered/analyzed practically every question asked of me, and knew I had a solid chance of getting through this one. In fact, I was even asked why I was applying for masters and not for direct PhD.

A couple of weeks later, the final results were announced. I had made it. It was a long, tiring process, but it was worth going through. Since research at IISc was consistent with why I wrote GATE in the first place, I cancelled my admission at IITM and finished the initial formalities at IISc. I also declined the admission offer for the Electrical Department CT course at IITD.

Looking back at the whole thing, I feel I have been incredibly lucky. There was a time, December-January I think, that I felt there was a genuine chance that GATE this year would be a major disaster. Coming from there to here has been quite unbelievable. True, I did screw up a couple of opportunities, but everything went well when it mattered. Lots of things could have gone wrong in those, but in the end, none of them did.

And a thousand thanks to God for that.

Epilogue:

With all the joining day formalities done, I was finally a student of IISc. But one thing remained. I had picked up an SBI form for opening a bank account from where the joining process was going on, but did not have all the required documents, so today I went to IISc with the filled application form and marched into the Bank Manager’s cabin and said, “I want to open a Savings account”. The Manager looked at me strangely and said, “But you have an SBI form with you!”

That’s when I realized I was inside Canara Bank.

Homework: When was the last time you laughed at your own foolishness?

The GATE Story – 2

(You’ve read Part-1, no?)

So. Where were we? Ah yes. I had just blown my first chance at IISc, right?

Well, things started getting complicated a few days later. Up north, I had three calls. One for test/interview at IIT Kanpur on 11th May, then two days later one interview on 13th at IIT Delhi for the Computer Technology course (EE dept.) and on 17th, an interview at CSE-IITD. For this last one, I was also put on waiting list for direct admission on the basis of my GATE score + UG performance. To add even more confusion, if my admission wasn’t confirmed by 15th, I was supposed to attend interview on 17th. Quite obviously, this caused major confusion in booking tickets. Add to that the fluctuating prices of air tickets and coordinating train journey to Kanpur, and it will come as no surprise that I spent most of my time finalizing my travel plans. Finally I booked my return ticket on 13th itself, and decided that I would reschedule in case I had to stay back at Delhi for four more days.

A day before my journey -

Dad: So, all prepared for the trip?

Me: Yes, yes. Everything is done. Except for the studying.

Dad: …

So there I was the next morning, on board the Go Air flight, thoroughly satisfied with how things had gone so far (free newspaper at the airport and a nice window seat on the plane). My own impression of myself as a moderately intelligent person took a severe beating when I had to ask the girl next to me to help me with my seat-belt. But then, so did the guy on the aisle seat (presumably her husband) and my pride was restored somewhat.  Meanwhile, in the seat in front, two youngsters were happily taking pictures of themselves on their cellphones. Pfft. First timers, I thought smugly. Suddenly the plane started rolling down the runway and I squealed in excitement.

No matter what people say about air travel, it is my opinion that flying is the most exciting form of transport, simply because of the precision required to make flying safe, and because humans had no business giving competition to birds in the first place. As I gazed out of the window, my mind was filled with questions like, “What kind of instruments do they use inside the cockpit?”, “How is the testing done for the computer systems on board?”, “How do they decide on the wingspan?”, and most importantly, “Are they going to give us free water bottles?”

I made a few observations on board the airplane. Firstly, I decided to never ever try skydiving, no matter what people think of me. Secondly, reading Finite Automata and Formal Languages on an airplane is just as boring as it is on the ground. Thirdly, the little lakes down on the ground look like broken pieces of a mirror, and look particularly beautiful when the sun is reflected off of them briefly. And finally, you know how the sky seems to bend down and meet the earth at the horizon? On air, I observed that, in the distance the earth seems to be curving up and meeting the sky. So I guess the earth and the sky meet in the sky too. Whatever that means.

More than two-and-a-half hours into the flight, the pilot announced that we would be reaching Delhi soon. And sure enough, I could see the city below. So, this was Delhi, the place with the Supreme Court and Parliament and India Gate, I thought excitedly. But five minutes later, we had flown right past the city and I realized that wasn’t Delhi at all! I settled back in my seat trying to look cool again.

The airplane story needs one last mention. These low-cost airliners have such crappy legrooms, it is impossible to change your sitting style without suffering hip dislocation. In fact, I had to do a triple somersault over the seat-belt couple to get to the aisle when I had to use the bathroom. And when we were about to land, the pilot asked us to pull up our seats back from recline. Unfortunately, mine was stuck in the reclining position, so I put my hand behind my seat to pull it back and ended up groping the leg of a female passenger sitting behind me. Most thankfully, she seemed to realize that I was a decent guy and chose not to slap me.

We finally landed in Delhi. The plane taxied for what seemed like 25 kilometres before we finally reached the terminal. “Delhi! At last!”, I thought and stepped out of the airplane. And instantly melted into a semi-solid blob. Man! Delhi was hot! My first thought was that we had landed in Chennai by mistake. And the whole idea of me being so far away after just a three hour journey seemed a little phony anyway. I claimed my luggage and took a government taxi to the New Delhi railway station, where a train would take me to Kanpur.

The ride to the railway station was pleasant, save for the fact that the taxi driver made me listen to the same Punjabi song three times. Being in Delhi, I wanted to try some authentic North Indian food, so I went to the IRCTC cafe and immediately ordered masala dosa. When in Rome, be a South Indian, right? I spent the next four hours on the platform, where the only interesting thing was the railway announcer who sounded suspiciously like Farhan Akhtar, and spoke English with a fake American accent, leading to much amusement. Finally in the evening, my Shatabdi arrived to take me to Kanpur.

The Shatabdi ride was most pleasant. I had been on the Shatabdi before, on the Mysore-Chennai route, but this experience was much much better. The coach was brand new, the AC very comfortable, the velvety seats had smooth recline and the excellent IRCTC staff kept me well fed and watered. Surely this was the only way to travel in a train. However, a delayed Rajdhani, which is at the top of the food chain, stalled my train, and we reached Kanpur an hour late. A quick auto ride later, I was at Hall of Residence – 5, IIT Kanpur. The polite hostel staff alloted me accommodation. I slept off hoping the test would go well the next day.

En route to my test venue, I noticed that the IITK campus was huge and built beautifully, with most buildings following a common colour scheme, giving the campus the impression of being very well planned. The test was supposed to be three hours long with all questions being of multiple choice. But half way into the test, I could tell with supreme confidence that I would NOT get shortlisted. Half of the paper was general aptitude and puzzles and the other half was algorithm analysis, all of which I was rubbish at. I sort of got the feeling that IITK didn’t want any systems student at all! The test went very badly and I thought that the only way I would get through was if everyone else in the hall was a bigger idiot than I was. Which was very unlikely.

That afternoon, they put up the list and sure enough, my name wasn’t there. This meant I was stuck in Kanpur the next day because I had booked my ticket to Delhi two days later, in anticipation of being shortlisted for interviews the next day. Since there was no point in sticking around, I got my ticket cancelled, and booked a Shatabdi for the next morning itself, thinking that would give me enough time for a decent shot at the Electrical department interview at IIT Delhi.

So with two opportunities gone, will I ever get back my confidence? Will I have better luck in IIT Delhi? Will I get a decent seat anywhere (other than on the Shatabdi and the return flight)? Will I survive the murderous North India heat? And will any reader want to read Part-3 of this never-ending story?

For answers to these and many such intriguing questions, stay tuned.

(Concluded in The GATE Story-3)

The GATE Story – 1

Now that the whole circus of PG admissions is behind me, I can finally sit back and write a detailed account of my GATE story. The whole thing starts with last year, when, due to shockingly poor time management, I got a dismal 800-something rank in GATE and was staring at one full wasted year. Add to that, I made some stupid mistakes in application forms (like applying for TA instead of RA at IITB) and chose to not apply for research programs at any place other than IISc. As it turned out, I did indeed get a call for test/interview at SERC, IISc. I got through the written test, but the interview was such a disaster that I must not have looked any more intelligent than your average potted plant. I came out of the interview hall feeling like the Mayor of Loserville, painfully aware that my only hope for PG in 2009 was an utter flop.

A couple of months later, I finally decided to wash away my tears of sadness with the sweat of hard work (ha!) and earnestly began preparation for GATE-2010, reading as many as two pages per day. But as luck would have it, I was extremely busy at work during the prime months for GATE preparation (November to January), working till late at nights in the office and during weekends. And just like that, I was at the beginning of February, with my head feeling unpleasantly empty and almost all of my engineering syllabus to be studied, cursing myself that I did not take up further studies seriously in my final year.

Before we go into February, let me produce a fictitious conversation at a fictitious meeting among GATE committee members, a few days before the brochure was printed:

M1: So, guys, what can we do to torture students this year? Any ideas?

M2: I know! Let’s change the format of the paper! AGAIN!

M3: Excellent! And let’s add a General Aptitude section!

M4: Let’s remove the concept of percentiles and make all of them feel like losers when the results come out!

M5: Great ideas gentlemen! We can do all of that. But I have the best idea of them all! Let’s have GATE on Valentine’s Day!

M1, M2, M3, M4: (applause)

Yes, GATE was scheduled on Valentine’s Day this time. So on a day when all the “committed” guys were planning on going out on dates with their girlfriends and when all the single guys were planning to call their best looking female friends out for lunch in the hope that the Rama Sene guys would catch them and marry them off, I was to be found woken up at 5 AM, groggy with  barely two hours of sleep, yelling insane things like “B-Trees! I forgot to read B-Trees! Ayyo!”

Once in the exam hall, I was relieved to see that the question paper was not heart-shaped and that the room was not decorated with pink balloons (I had secretly decided to jump off the building if it were so). I found the paper itself quite manageable and took care to skip questions that I thought would take a lot of time. Indeed, when the exam finished I thought I had done reasonably well and even remember singing aloud on the way home, causing my fellow motorists to look at me with suspicion and alarm. I even resisted throwing garbage at passing couples.

I got a rude shock later that evening when I realized I had answered one of the questions inadvertently considering counting semaphores instead of binary semaphores (this stupidity would eventually cost me around 35 ranks). But the rest of the paper was mostly correct and I estimated a worst case marks of at least 51/100 which meant this year wasn’t a complete fiasco after all.

Happily, a month later, when the results came, I found that I had gotten AIR 185, scoring 57.67/100 with a GATE score of 841/1000, which was the best I could hope for given the circumstances. I quickly calculated that I would get one or two direct admits and test/interview calls at practically all places I apply.

I quickly applied for course programs at IISc (CSA, SSA, SERC, CEDT), IITB, IITK, IITM and IITD. I even applied for a few electrical department courses wherever applicable. Quite expectedly, I got a call for written test/interview for MTech in Computational Science and Electronics Design and Technology at IISc. Both the tests were on the same day, so I quickly took a call to skip the CEDT test (I figured I wouldn’t join it even if I got through, so why bother?). Given that I had performed so poorly in the SERC interview last year, I went with furious determination to get through the Computational Science program.

I did not even get shortlisted.

Quite strangely, I was a little bit relieved that I did not get through. Maybe it was because Computational Science was not what I wanted to do and if I had gotten it, I would have probably taken the easy way out and chucked all other offers. However, this meant that I would have to travel to Kanpur and Delhi and try to get through those.

The North India trip was quite an experience, but I shall continue it in a separate post. Do come back!

(Continued in The GATE Story – 2)

Not a Bachelor much longer!

If you read that title and thought that some hare-brained girl with rather poor judgement has agreed to marry me, then you are greatly mistaken. This post is just an announcement of my post-graduate study plans.

From early-August this year, I shall be quitting my cushy and comfortable job in the corporate world (I have a very nice chair at work) and will be jumping head-first into the crazy world of classrooms, labs and research at the Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore. It is a Masters-by-Research programme called MSc(Engg) at the Supercomputer Education and Research Centre at IISc. The last few months have been crazy and I am happy to have made it. I will be going back to college after a full three years, so wish me luck!

PS:

1. A detailed post of my past three months’ adventure will follow. Hopefully.

2. On a completely unrelated note, I am now the uncle of a baby boy! He’s tiny and cute and much like his uncle, words like “extreme handsomeness” are being used to describe him (I am serious! Why are you laughing?).  So, now that I have been “uncleified”,  I guess I am no longer allowed to snarl at random kids on the street who call me “uncle”. Sigh.

Movies!

I have a confession to make. I did not watch even a single movie at a theatre in the whole of 2009. Embarrassing, I know. I finally got tired of walking past the multiplex entrance at malls and the ticket guy throwing me a disgusted look, as if I just kicked his dinner plate or something. So I decided to turn over a new leaf in 2010. It’s early March and I already saw three movies in cinema halls. Just doing my bit for the Indian economy by circulating money around.

The first one was the overhyped James Cameron movie, Avatar. Watched it at Urvashi. It is a nice, fun movie which you can enjoy on a weekend if you have nothing else to do. But it certainly isn’t as big a deal as the hype would have you believe. The special effects are nice, and there are a few memorable scenes as well, like the humans bombing that giant tree. But the movie has its share of ridiculous stuff as well, like the body-exchange scene (what the hell was that?) and Unobtainium (you couldn’t think of anything else?). Overall, it is watchable, but nowhere close to the visual treat that Titanic was. Compared to the awe-inspiring scenes of a sinking ship, this one is just a bunch of blue cartoons running around in 3D. The only way this one can be termed a game changer is in terms of how much money it has made, being a 3D movie. So we might have lots of movies being released in 3D.

Let me take a detour here and tell you about a series of books called the Inheritance cycle by Christopher Paolini (Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr). In these books, there is the  human protagonist (Eragon), being transformed into a member of a different race (elves), and is accepted as one of them. ‘They’ (elves) are faster than humans, they are a bunch of nature lovers, they respect all creatures and they have a massive sacred tree. The hero rides a winged creature (his dragon Saphira), and there is a mental connection between the rider and the ridden. And the hero (Eragon) falls in love with the clan-chief’s daughter (Islanzadi’s daughter Arya), and wages a war on a human king (Galbatorix). See a pattern? Yes, Avatar is a lot like the Eragon series. Am I the only one who caught the connection?

The second movie I watched was 3 Idiots at Fame Lido. Again, a good movie, with lots of laughter, and a good choice if you are looking for a not-so-serious kind of movie. You have to hand it to Aamir Khan who plays a college kid, and while he may not look like like a first-year that he’s supposed to look like in the beginning , he does manage to look in his twenties, which is a massive achievement considering he is forty-plus.  But despite all the hype, it does not even come close to the other superhit movie about three friends, Dil Chahta Hai, which was  a real trendsetter. I had a couple of complaints about 3 Idiots. The first is that there is too much of Aamir Khan. So much in fact, that it is the equivalent of Shah Rukh Khan in Om Shanti Om. Aamir plays Rancho, who is the smartest, funniest, friendliest, wittiest Mechanical/Electrical/Aeronautical(?) engineer who is also passionate about his field(s), while also being the master prankster and rebel, tops the class every single time without once opening a text-book, besides being caring, thoughtful, good advise-giver and a romantic, has revolutionary thoughts about the education system and is a complete non-conformist, who also (SPOILER ALERT!) turns out to be an impostor whose real name is Phunsuk Wangdoo, who in ten years since college has become untraceable, become a very successful scientist in Ladakh (of all places!) with 400 patents (yes, 400!) and imparts unconventional education to poor kids! Phew. Compared to him, even Sunny Deol plucking out a hand-pump and thulping hundreds of Pakistanis in Gadar seems like plausible character development. The other complaint with the movie is the number of times people drop their pants. It is not funny, it is definitely not pretty, and it is disgusting. Mr. Hirani, if you ever have men dropping pants in any more of your movies, I WILL NOT watch it, you understand? Okay, empty threat, but I WILL close my eyes.

And then there was the third movie, Karthik calling Karthik, which I watched at Fame Lido last weekend. This one, I was looking forward to watch for two reasons. The first reason was that the premise looked interesting and this being a Farhan Akhtar movie it was expected to be very good. The second reason was Deepika Padukone, which made the first reason quite unnecessary. Now, there are a lot of bad things being said about her that she can’t act, etc. etc. At this point, allow me to introduce a term called The Beauty-Talent Product. An actress might be downright ugly, or less talented, it’s okay as long as her Beauty-Talent product is more than the threshold. (This is a term I invented, of course, but let’s not call it Prasanna’s Beauty-Talent Product, for obvious reasons.) So while Ms. Padukone might be deficient in her acting chops, her dimpled smile and gorgeous looks more than take her past the finish line. As also does her innocent face (wrongly called ‘vacant expressions’ by ignorant people).

But I am drifting here. Coming back to the movie, while probably not an edge-of-the-seat thriller, it did manage to hold my interest till the very end. The first half is breezy and very enjoyable, while the second half turns slightly slower in pace. But at no point did it become boring for me as the reviews had suggested. The transformation of the hero was very hurried and people did laugh when they were not supposed to, like when the “other Karthik” calls. But overall the movie is very well made, and excellent acting by Farhan Akhtar gets you interested in what happens to him in the end.

So, there it is. A good beginning to the year. Three movies, all good, none of them stupid love stories that make you want to shoot yourself. And with this, I sign off, with the hope that I get to watch more movies with interesting plots, different narration styles and good direction. Or movies with Deepika Padukone.

Cheers.

Haircut

Weekends are a great time for personal achievements outside of work. Like writing a kernel. Or discovering a new radioactive element. Or writing a poem. Or, as in my case, getting a haircut.

• Wanted to try this new place. It seemed to have a good ambiance, and its staff wore uniforms. Sure they spelled “Gents” with a J, but I am not expecting them to have a PhD in English anyway.
• The place was full. 6 people were waiting. “10 minutes, sir” said the barber and beckoned me inside. I walked in thinking this guy at least had a sense of humour.
• The customers seemed to be spending a lot of time on the chair. One guy in particular, got a haircut, a shave, an oil massage, a face massage and a facial done to him. I wondered whether this guy had a rich uncle who had recently died.
• Also wondered whether all these people were here because it was close to salary day. As if reading my thoughts, all  the customers started singing in that annoying Dairy Milk tune, “baal hai katana aaj pehli tareek hai!” with the barbers conducting the song with their comb and scissors. Damn it. I was hallucinating again.
• The staff ordered tea and offered it to all the waiting customers. Touched as I was with this unprecedented act of courtesy, I politely said no, owing to the fact that the floor was full of other people’s hair and the fan was on full blast.
• After an hour, my turn finally came. I turned to the other waiting customers, laughed maniacally and said, “Ha! Take that you losers!”. But not out loud.
• Meanwhile the guy with the dead rich uncle was getting his face steamed. What a girl.
• Took the chair and looked at my face in the mirror and thought that my hair was really not that long. Should have let it grow for a week longer. Oh well, too late now.
• During the water spray, a drop of water landed on my nose and it started twitching.  The barber noticed this and grabbed a tissue and wiped my entire face. I was overcome with emotion at his thoughtfulness, but held back the tears as I didn’t want to trouble the great man again.
• Very talented guy he was. With just a few snips, he made my hair look really really good. Even my parents would agree later that I looked almost human.
• Came home and blogged about it, all the while vaguely wondering why anyone would want to read this nonsense.

Script to reboot your router

How irritating it is, when you finally get the best broadband connection that your budget can buy, and then you realise that the “free night unlimited plan” is actually free only if your session begins after those unearthly hours. A few ISPs do that. Some mention it in the fine print; others don’t. Well, I found the same thing happening with my connection too. Now, it is quite ridiculous to expect someone who likes his comfort to wake up at 2 AM in the night just to switch on his router isn’t it? Not to mention insulting, if that particular someone is a Computer Science engineer.

And so I have been spending the last couple of days to find out ways in which I can get around this problem. I found a few solutions which involve using the rasdial utility in Windows to dial up the ISP and doing that after 2 AM using the task scheduler. But this involves changing some router configurations (like setting it to Bridged mode), which I was not comfortable doing, so I kept looking. My big breakthrough came when I realised that my router allows me to login using telnet and that I can restart the router by issuing the reboot command. So the next step was to put it in some script and schedule to run it at the required time. Writing a simple batch file wouldn’t work, since it would be stuck at the first telnet command, and I wouldn’t be able to write any commands at the telnet prompt. I didn’t have much luck with shell scripts. I was about to jump head first into a full blown socket programming project when I remembered Perl.

The good thing with Perl is, it has excellent support for telnet, thanks to a module called Net::Telnet, which abstracts all of the communications stuff to the background, so that you can simply login and issue commands. I found good material here to start off. Then I played around with it a little bit, and here’s the script I ended up with:

use Net::Telnet;
$telnet = new Net::Telnet ( Timeout=>10, Errmode=>'die');
$telnet->open('xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx'); #Router's IP address here
sleep (2);
$telnet->waitfor('m/Login: $/i');
$telnet->print('admin'); #Login name
$telnet->waitfor('/Password: $/i');
$telnet->print('password'); #Password
sleep (2);
$telnet->print('reboot');
print "\nRouter is rebooting now...";
sleep (30);

You’ll need to have perl on your system to execute this script. If you are using Ubuntu, in all likelihood,  it would already be present. You might need to install the Net::Telnet module (Just grab libnet-telnet-perl from your package manager). If you are on Windows, you can install ActivePerl. ActivePerl also has a pl2bat utility that can create a batch file out of your perl script, which you can put in your task scheduler to run at the specified time.

I think the code is self-explanatory. I have put a few sleeps in the code. The first one is to wait until the router finishes printing some info like make, telnet version, etc. You can avoid this sleep if you can come up with an appropriate waitfor. The next few lines cause the script to wait for Login and Password to appear, and after each, the login and password are provided using the print. The next sleep is because I couldn’t come up with a regular expression in waitfor for my prompt. The last sleep is so that the script doesn’t exit and terminate the connection before the router can reboot.

Since the code is largely from the Internet, I don’t take credit for it. So feel free to tailor it according to your needs. And don’t blame me if your router blows up or something.

I think that covers everything I want to say about this. So, enjoy!

Guess who voted this time!

Me showing the finger

Me, of course! This is the first time I’ve voted, and it felt great. I couldn’t (or didn’t bother to) vote last year during the assembly elections, but this time, when the 15th Lok Sabha elections were announced, I had made up my mind to do whatever it takes to go and vote. It wasn’t easy though. I had to make multiple trips to the Voter Facilitation Centre (VFC) and have wasted more than four hours of my life standing in the stupid queue just to check whether my name has appeared in the draft rolls. When my name wasn’t found even when I went there the second time, I had given up all hopes of voting.

But a couple of days back, I opened the Chief Electoral Officer’s site, and found that they had put up a link to the Final Electoral Rolls, and surprise, surprise, my name was there (albeit with all kinds of spelling mistakes)! I strongly believe there was some kind of divine intervention to put my name there. A quick phone call to the VFC and I found that the last date to get the Electors Photo Identity Card (EPIC) was over. But I could still vote using my PAN card.

So today morning, I went to the polling booth at 7.30 AM. I wanted to be there early to avoid the long queue. As expected the queue was very less and I was among the first ten people to vote in my booth. There were no objections about my identity from the officers and I exercised my franchise for the very first time! Yay!

So I guess this makes me a responsible citizen of India, and gives me all kinds of rights to indulge in serious debates about Indian politics. Maybe I should write a post sometime about how stupid Sanjay Dutt looks in khadi…

Congratulations

As some of you already know, I had been out of town for the whole of last week. I had been to my native Aghanashini in Kumta taluk. The purpose of the trip was my dear sister’s marriage. Now that I am back, I think some online wishes are in order.

So, congratulations to Sapna and Deepak. May God shower His choicest blessings on the newly-wed couple!

Sennheiser PX-100: Review

Ever since I got my iPod, I had been thinking about getting myself a better pair of headphones. And when my sis offered to get me something from Canada, I knew it had to be headphones. So after doing a bit of research on the ones available for around fifty US dollars, I narrowed my choice down to Sennheiser PX-100 and Koss PortaPro. Both have received extremely good reviews and in the end, I chose Sennheiser for its more contemporary looks and perceived comfort of wearing.

Sennheiser PX100

When folded

A great pair

I have had the PX-100 for a couple of months now and think it’s time to write a review of my own about it.

First, the obvious question: How does it sound? I can tell you, it is without a doubt the best thing that happened to my ears. Never has music sounded so rich, so complete and so powerful in any other equipment I have used. The bass is strong, but never overwhelming. The vocals sound better and you’ll definitely hear more detail in the instruments playing in the track compared to your iPod earphones, probably something that will have you amazed a long time after putting them on for the first time. Of course, you’ll notice a definite increase in quality if you feed it better input. I personally prefer 320kbps MP3 (I did try lossless audio like FLAC, but didn’t notice substantial improvement to merit such huge file size). All in all, the PX-100  sounds a lot more amazing than its size and slender frame would lead you to believe.

Among other pluses, the PX-100 is foldable, and comes in a strong plastic case, and when folded, the whole package is not a lot bigger than your average spectacle case, making it a good companion if you are a traveller. It is comfortable enough to wear, and you’ll probably forget that you have them on after a while. The cord is long enough for everyday use.

Now for some minuses. Since the cups sit on your ear rather than around it (open type), you’ll find that there is some sound leakage, so you might not want to put these on in a quiet room full of people. The headphones do tend to slip off if you bend down and do some head-banging (so don’t do that). Also, the mechanism for folding it is cumbersome and takes some getting used to.

So now for the final vedict: If you are one of those who believe that listening to music is not something you do to kill time, but an experience in itself, and have around Rs.3000 to spare, don’t think twice. Just go ahead and get these. And if you don’t have Rs.3000, then skip a meal for a couple of months, save up and get yourself these. You won’t regret it.