Manjunath part 1

“What shall I get you sir?”, was the question which brought manjunath back from the depths of his memories to his present. Frank had been working as a waiter in this prestigious bank for the past 4 years and often knew that his boss, an eccentric Indian, was quite a random person(actually he always felt manjunath was an indecisive prick!) and can never decide what drink to order. Manjunath looked startled…as if woken up from a dream(read nightmare) and asked for a cup of tea. Manju thought having tea will refresh him and take him away from his nightmare and frank thought he was just trying to be “British”.
Manju was now suddenly aware of his environment. His luxurious office on the 43rd floor on canary wharf, London’s prime location. He saw outside the office and was able to see this big city, flooded with people, flooded with dreams. So many dreams came true everyday in this busy city and many more died of hunger. Manju had come a long way from a remote village in Eastern India to head of treasury in one of europe’s most respected bank. It was indeed a dream for him. He was a role model (of course for people who didn’t know him)
Suddenly, frank appeared with tea and Manju realised he was hungry. He inquired with utmost respect to frank if there was anything available at all? Frank, like a good butler, replied…”anything you want sir”.Had manju been philosophical, he would have pondered over the reply and discovered that frank indeed was not powerful enough to get him “anything“ he wants. But then hunger took over him and he ordered a sandwich.

Manju had a country home in Edinburgh not only because he was a huge Sean Connery fan but also because he had got this home very cheap from a seller in need. Suddenly, like a good urban high society professional banker, he felt the need to “unwind” himself and hence went over to the Scottish capital. A large penthouse with all amenities was really helpful in unwinding. Manju caught up on all the TV shows he had missed because of “work” and “professional commitments”.He also “revisited” his hobby of cooking by holding the utensil while his cook prepared a good Indian meal(oil free and roasted) for him. Thoroughly satisfied by the progress of his “unwinding” Saturday, he decided to retire for the day.

Manju for some reason was not able to sleep. He tried a lot but just wasn’t. He had almost decided to change the bed for its lack of comfort when he decided to take some fresh air.He went to the balcony and started staring at the stars and then the garden of his house. The street was completely empty and there was complete silence. Manju was almost able to head his heart beat. It was this moment, that he saw her. She was standing right in front of the main gate. No movement and standing still like a cadaver. It was pitch dark but he knew who it was Radhika. Manju was so frightened that he didn’t move. He was not able to think as his brain was asking him the question..how can I see someone who has died 5 years ago ?
Manjunath med radhika while studying Mumbai. Radhika was not a batchmate of Manju in IIT, she was infact the daughter of Manu Kaka, the tea stall owner, near the hostel of IIT Mumbai.
Manjunath, when first time went for the tea, he saw radhika and that was the moment, he had waited all his life. He felt as if the search has ended and he has found what he had always longed for. Manju had finally found the ‘masala tea’ he always wanted but never got outside his home.
He had decided he will come here everyday! When Manju first saw radhika, he completely ignored her. He took no notice of her and she took no notice of him.Manu kaka was running the tea stall for a while and now was planning to convert it into a snack bar. Radhika was helping her dad. She had completed HSC and was good with numbers.
Radhika was a fair girl, with long hairs. She had pitch dark black eyes and had a very cute dimple when she smiled. She always had the habit of keeping some strands of her hair to the front of her ears. She wasn’t tall and generally wore no makeup.

Manju woke up with a jerk. His happiness knew no bounds when he saw himself on the bed of his “country side” home. It was a nightmare! He wiped the sweat off his forehead and made himself some tea. He then thought of going fishing that day but later abandoned the idea.
He started for London late evening and his mind, post unwinding, was only focused on the meeting he had in Brussels next Tuesday.

The week was very busy as expected and Manju had to unexpectedly travel to Berlin from Brussels for an urgent review meeting. He came back on Friday late evening to his home. Tired and Hungry, Manju was miserable when his saviour Frank appeared. He had what it seemed like a very savoury kebab. Frank was a tall and lean guy, middle aged with very little hairs on his head. He was always smiling but in his head, he was always judging.
Manju was pretty fond of Frank but Frank detested Manju. For manju, Frank’s services as butler was the only homely feeling he had in this city of dreams. For frank, working for Manju was a compulsion and he hated his job as everyone in the world!
Manju knew about frank’s feelings towards him and he felt bad. He always wondered, “what have I done to make him hate me?”. Alas! the answer was with frank and was so so simple. Frank hated Manjunath because he smelt very bad!
At the moment though, Manjunath was only interested in the Kebabs and did not care how Frank felt about him. Frank served him the kebab and poured some wine for him. Manju thought, if god existed, he must be a butler!
The moment he took a sip of wine, manju spit it out in disgust! It was very very bitter and tasted like cow piss!

The room was painted with while. The lights were white and Manju’s dress was white. There was complete silence. The only failt sound was of some kind of motor whirring.
The person standing in front had a badge with name “Robert” written on it and was asking “Dr. Smith, why did you spit the cough syrup sir ?”

Randomness

I am all alone, as I whine
and everything seems fine,
the sun hasn’t lost its shine,
the poems haven’t lost their rhyme,
the music hasn’t lost its chime
the world hasn’t lost its crime
and everyone does look fine.
This is what I always wanted when you were mine…
Why then O dear so I whine ?
I am all alone, no one to bother, No one to answer,
Master of my wishes and time!

I am all alone, as I whine
But if everything does seems fine
Why then O dear do I fright ?
Why is sun no longer bright.
Why is melody no longer in sight
and why does nothing feels right ?

I am all alone, as I whine,
Master of my own time,
but why is the that time stopped ?
Flowers now smell of the rot
and spirit seems wrought
But everything does seem fine.

I am all alone, as I whine,
No soul to talk except mine,
No memories to ponder except thine,

Waiting for the eternal peace,
which I just saw dying…

At.js with froala issue

At.js is a Javascript library for having Github like mentions in an app. The library is here. It’s a very good library and simple to use however when I tried it, it didn’t work out of the box for froala editor. The problem is At.js surrounds the range with spans and since WebKit browsers insert spans, the editor accepts spans only if

data-fr-verified=”true”

is set to true. So to counter this, when initiating the function, a small tweak is required.

$(‘.froala-view’).atwho({
at: “@”,
editableAtwhoQueryAttrs: {“data-fr-verified”: true},

data:[‘Peter’, ‘Tom’, ‘Anne’]
})

This should get it working as it did for me.

 

Reference: Github issue

 

Hope  it helps

WiFi issues on Ubuntu 12.04

Hey ,

Recently installed ubuntu 12.04 on a fresh and clean system. While it works like a charm, a very irritating issue was that the inbuilt wireless card was not working. The ethernet connection using wire worked fine. Googled a lot and wasnt able to figure things out. Finally, backports saved my day. Here is the procedure I followed incase someone finds it useful.

 

Installing backports:

sudo apt-get install  linux-backports-modules-cw-3.8-precise-generic 

Some generic headers and libraries:

sudo apt-get install linux-headers-generic build-essential

Download this file and extract it at a location of your choice.
Navigate to the extracted directory using terminal and try:

make defconfig-ath9k
make
sudo make install

Reboot the system and ideally wireless should work!

Hope it helps.

Guake – Annoying feature of renaming tabs

I am a huge fan of guake terminal and after having used it for quite a while, I am literally addicted to it.

Recently, I encountered a very annoying feature which is when I rename a tab and perform any operation on that tab, the name I gave disappears and the absolute path is shown.

This was very painful because I am used to work with multiple tabs open and naming helps navigation.

After some googling, I found a solution which I present below.

Install gconf-editor.

sudo apt-get install gconf-editor

Start gcong-editor

gconf-editor

Browse to apps/general/guake/general.

On the right hand side, uncheck the “use_vte_titles” item and close it and restart guake.

All tabs would be named “Terminal” and renaming would preserve it.

The technical reason for doing this is the following piece of code:

def on_terminal_title_changed(self, vte, box):
    use_them = self.client.get_bool(KEY("/general/use_vte_titles"))
    if not use_them:
        return
    page = self.notebook.page_num(box)
    self.tabs.get_children()[page].set_label(vte.get_window_title())

As we can see ‘use_vte_titles' key prevents the autorenaming feature

Hope this helps and enjoy using guake.

A candid interview with Society !!

It feels so great !!! Amitabh bachchan in Hindi movies or clint eastwood in the 70s and 80s revolting against a society !!!

Wow, I hope I can be such a hero too ! Speak dialogues in front of an idol like vijay or fire a gun like eastwood does !!

Was it only the greatness of Salim-Javed and sergio leone( not related to sunny leone i presume!!) or we need such rebellions ??

I think like our economy , our society and our value system is at an all time low !!! We are  in midst of a moral recession.

Look in the mirror ! What are we doing ? Where are we headed ? Whats our objective ? whats with us ?? This is what I felt.

So, I decided to take an interview of the society on four basic factions of life. Childhood, youth, parents and old age. Here are the views of society on these factions in a summary:

We first talk about childhood. O ! childhood is an age of innocence. It is that period of life when everything is so beautiful. What are your views ?

O yes, child hood is a great phase of life. Probably the greatest. Now, what I do with childhood is very simple. For me , childhood is not a phase, to enjoy, childhood is a phase where I can impart value system in that small brain , or thats what people call that first floor of humans. I impart the knowledge like we believe in only a particular god. The choice of god varies depending on my wish. If I am Christian, I say, jesus is the true god and others are not. If I am a hindu, I say Shiv or Krishna is a true god nothing else. If I am islamic, I say Allah is path to salvation and nothing else. So I impart this invaluable knowledge to them. See, I am doing this for them . I am training them to fight for rest of their lives. If this is not taught, how will they fight ? What will they do ? Then I also somehow manage to convince them that the scriptures are very very true. They are very literal and you have to believe in miracles. That actually easy as they do not much about science at that time and to tell you a secret, I also tell them that of they ever ask me a question, they will be punished !! Isnt it cool ?  Then, I send them to school ! There I give information and tell them that this is knowledge. Those poor little beings believe it !! They actually think school and college is a place where they get knowledge. This is a greatest failure of knowledge isnt it ?? (hehe). Then when they say they have gained knowledge , I ask, how do I know. Prove it by getting good grades in the exams. Memory is the path way of knowledge for them and this I think is a very innovative idea by me. This is imparted in the human brain and is executed through out. Humans, stupid humans actually believe that intelligence is knowing things. In IO test, they ask some questions regarding who was who and who did what and when etc ! And they test their intelligence !!! (Hahahahahahha). Anyways, then is gradually expose them to outside world. I show them movies, give them books etc. I show them shows like “mahabharat” or “jesus story” and tell them television is true. But this has a side effect, when they see things like “original sin”, “ma mere” or “munni badnam” and “sheila jawan”, I scold them. I say thats not what you should learn. Though I allow the makers to make it and elders to watch it, but not for children.Some say what is does is confuses a childs mind, but I say, no, the only rule is follow my rules without question !! Thus, in childhood, I impart qualities like competition, rivalry, winning spirit and also gifts. I give gifts when you are successful and punish when you fail !!!

Then comes youth. Another good phase. Human at his/her prime in the life. Full of energy and enthusiam ! What about it.?

Well, yes, youth is a good stage. Its a good platform to teach advanced things now. Now, in this stage, I introduce them to money. I give them money but  not the permission to spend it. So, they are confused. Then I tell them whats good and whats bad without reasoning ! I say, drugs are bad. Not why are they bad. Ofcourse, as god has made humans curious , they wanna know why are drugs bad and hence consume it. Thats it, as soon as they consume it, I proclaim them as sinners. I punish them and I isolate them. The result, they take more drugs. And computer scientists thought recursion is their invention !!! Then for someone who has escaped this devious and brilliant plot, I surely trap them in marriage. See, I am a humanitarian, I allow you to love. But, as usual, the catch is you cant marry the person you love. There are things like cast and creed that I have to take care of. And then, I fill the human mind with the root cause of all troubles. “Expectations”. I teach them to expect from the person they wanna marry.I teach them:

We are the invincible ones. We are the most popular ones.Each and everyone needs us you see.But ofcourse, we are also humans and we have our requirements. We look into some basic qualities in our partner. Common, they are not very difficult. We are good people you see. All we expect is that the partner should be good looking. Have a good figure/physique. They should have style you see. We need it as when we introduce them to our friends, our style and status should be maintained. He/she should know how to behave in a 5 star hotel and  should know how to speak in english full of accent, How to drink wine and how to hold hands and dance in a party. He/she should like my friends and appreciate my habits. Even If I smoke, He/she should not. Even If I flirt with someone else, he/she should be faithful. Even if I do not give a damn about my parents, he/she should. Even If I courier her/him a gift, he she should be happy ! Thats all we ask for. Nothing more. And ya, ofcourse, they should not be married before. You see we need “fresh” people. And ofcourse, I many cultures, marrying a divorcee or widow is a crime. And kinda Post script: Their fathers must be rich. They should be able to fulfill our dreams ! I dream of buying a car and since I am a divine being, he should full-fill it as a duty !! Thats all, see how nice we are !!

See, isnt it good ?? Isnt it correct ?? I know I am a master, I can make it from your expression kid !!!

Then comes parenthood. gift of god! A birth of human life. How do you deal with that.

I start by seeing them cry. They cry when in the hospital, they hear the crying of the baby. But, for me , its an important phase. I start early. I say, if the baby is a girl, then you ought to cry you idiot ! How can you do this. Girls , I somehow manage to convince the people , are not creation of god. The idiots believe me.  They know their mother is a girl still in many times and cultures I have convinced man to kill girl !! I love it.  But I do not stop there.  Then there is a simple course for parents. Thats actually a result of what I thought in childhood. Rivalry, competition etc. Now the concepts are applied to children. The average guy is always told “learn from your brother/sister”. Isnt it ?? Now, I dont see anything wrong in it ! Ofcourse, studies and grades are everything ! People not good at studies or those who do not get good grades should understand that they have a responsibilities toward their parents ! What will their parents say to the relatives and neighbours ?? What do they talk if you do not top or you do not win a trophy on your sports day ??  ow will they say ” see this is my sons certificate” with a proud laugh on their face and a hidden feeling a achievement as the relatives son stood second !! Guys , we have to understand that world war 3 is all parallel ! Each house and family has its own version of world war 3 !!! Common, you cant be average !!   But what do we actually learn in school, college ? Its just information anyways. Knowledge is long lost when we used memory to test intelligence. How great of me that we expect our students to understand information !! One may ask how do you understand that a flight AI-103 is going from Bombay to London !! Isnt it same as teacher after teaching a chapter on Gandhi asks “Understood ” ???? Today I care more about translation of gita rather than understanding it !!

Then comes old age ! Probably the most difficult phase of life.

All traditions and religions in the world say we should respect our elders ! So I do. We make better old age homes ! I give them better facilities. I give them a garden to have an evening walk with those artistic looking sticks I gave them as birthday present and those arthritis inflicted legs which nature gave them. I give them library. Books to read with those armani glasses I  gave them and those eyes that cant see clearly which nature gave them. I give them cozy beds and heaters or Air conditioner so they can sleep properly forgetting that only closing eyes is not sleeping. I give them smart phones to stay in touch ! So they can contact us when in need ! Knowing that those shaking hands cannot dial or remember the number !! We give them good medical facilities so they do not feel any pain. I give them medicines  as their blood pressure increases when going to a doctor. They say, they need their children. Are they mad ? They are  busy ,they have a meeting to attend otherwise their company would go bankrupt. they have their car to be serviced,  they have wine to be purchased, they have extra language classes to attend, they have gym to go , they have to go to the temple or church for worship ! They are  so so busy! common, tell oldies to handle themselves. And then they say, all we need is your smile and I say, na I cant, I have to mourn for a train accident victim you see !. All they ask is can you spend one hour on a sunday and I say no,I have to go for mass and feed the homeless !! The old people must understand, I dont have time for their stupid emotions. I will talk to you only if the talking helps my bank balance in any way ! I do this much for them , be content with what you get. You get free money. What else do you need ??

Mr. Society, Arent you afraid of god ?

God ? Hahaha, tell me whats god? How did you came to know about the concept of god ? Its through me child. I created god. And god, where is he ? Can he do anything ? I am the one who stays with you everyday, every minute !! I am the one with you, always. I have been with you for ages and I will be with you forever. I am a parasite which eats you, which consumes you and you do not have a medicine for me. You cannot harm me. You cant live without me you see. After all, you are a social animal !!!

The Mayans said that world will end in 2012. While factually incorrect, I suppose they understood the parasite I am talking about.

A cancer, my interviewer friend kills you. I on the other hand give you life. Its true that I have now grown so so strong that living with a parasite like me is more difficult than getting killed by a cancer !!