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My name is Krishna Sangeeth, I am currently working as a ML Lead at Avalara on problems related to document understanding and MLOps. Previously I was a Senior Data Scientist as part of the Global AI Accelerator group in Ericsson working on problem statements such as Timeseries Forecasting, Anomaly detection, Root cause Analysis, Network data Analytics. -Prior to Ericsson I have worked on solving the large scale hierarchial classification problem at Indix and Data Fusion problem for Nielsen. I have also had a run in with many diverse engineering problems at TCS ranging from legacy systems such as Mainframes, Fortran to Bigdata systems like Spark, Hadoop etc. - -I care deeply about building robust ML Software products that bring value to the business and work in production. I am specifically interested in Nature Language Processing (NLP) as a subfield where i have done most of my work. I am also interested in distributed systems and building scalable solutions. Not a fan boy of any particular technology stack, but i do tend to use Python for getting most of the things done. - -I am an open-source enthusiast with successful code contributions made to projects such as scikit-learn, mlflow etc. I am not very active lately, but -you can see some of my opensource work [here](https://github.com/whiletruelearn). - -The best way to connect with me is via [twitter](https://twitter.com/whiletruelearn) , i typically post my rants about life, universe and everything else there. - -On a personal front I am married and I enjoy traveling, reading, watching movies, listening to podcasts, etc - diff --git a/content/essays/purpose.md b/content/essays/purpose.md deleted file mode 100644 index d0b415a..0000000 --- a/content/essays/purpose.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,112 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: "Purpose" -date: 2021-02-21T11:21:53+05:30 -draft: false ---- - -Okay. So this is going to be a difficult topic to write about. Difficult, because I need to do some soul searching to write about purpose, this thing that propels me to wake up, -do something and navigate this journey called **life** . To put simply, what is the purpose that I seek in my life other than the act of mere survival? And i want to do all this in a way where i am not just doing virtue signalling or projecting an altruistic version of myself, but instead it becomes an attempt at trying to make an accurate and honest assessment of my thoughts on this topic so that it becomes a marker of this time that i can later revisit. - -I will be a complete jerk if I am not cognizant of the fact that I am somewhat privileged to be in a position where I can even ponder about these things. -For a significant proportion of the world's population, surviving day to day itself is a daunting task. I feel it's somewhat disingenuous then -to speak about the problem of having purpose, a no-nonsense colleague of mine typically categorize my thoughts on this subject -as "First world problems" . In a way he is true, in the wide scheme of things my ramblings are about something at the very top of [Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow%27s_hierarchy_of_needs) . - -{{< figure src="../img/maslow.png" height=400 width=200 alt="Hello Friend" position="center" style="border-radius: 8px;" caption=" Fig 1 Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs (Wikipedia)" captionPosition="center" captionStyle="color: red;" >}} - -For a large chunk of human history, our needs were mostly physiological in nature. Food, Shelter , sex etc were the only things that -early humans predominantly cared about. There were few folks who had extra time and did art such as the folks who did [Lascaux Cave paintings](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lascaux) , but even for them the larger theme of life should have revolved around these items in the lower part of the pyramid. With each generation, the wisdom and progress -that came with it made the task of getting the basic needs satisfied relatively easier. So with passing of time we started adding new stacks to our **pyramid of needs** and what -was a relatively uncomplicated algorithm for "living a good life" started becoming complex, confusing and unsatisfactory. The missing piece of the puzzle is **self-actualization** which is right at the top of the pyramid and where this discourse on **purpose** would also land. This has been a void (or is it?) that has helped a booming "self help books" industry to grow, people have spent tons of money and time on getting to know the recipe to crack this. Most people have failed and this essay is not my proclamation that I have figured it out. Instead it is my reflections and thoughts , the ebb and flow of which had led to many sleepless nights. - -So If you ask me what my **purpose** in life, it will be hard to give a straightforward answer since it's just not one traceable signal, it is a combination of various signals that create this sense of meaning in my life. In computing there is this idea of breaking down a signal into individual components which when summed up would approximate for the original signal, this essay is an attempt at trying to decipher this larger signal running through my brain through my own version of [Fourier's Analysis](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fourier_analysis) and uncover some of the tiny individual signals it is made up of. - - -# The theory of Thalavara (തലവര ) - -I grew up religious and all religions make a claim on providing a manual for getting **purpose** in life sorted out. The simplified version which most religions use is that "God has a plan for all of us". Amma speaks often about തലവര , which is the malayalam word used to mean fate. If something is happening in a certain way, that's because it's their തലവര / fate. This is an easy idea to comprehend, the fact that god already has drafted the plan for us means that -we needn't really worry or think deeply about purpose, our purpose is predetermined, we can't do a course correction and are nothing but wooden logs passing through -a river whose direction is controlled by the stream that god creates. "What is expected to happen shall happen" is the key idea here and this is a simple explanation -that strikes a chord with most people. This made sense to me at a certain point of life, i think it is the simple explanation of the concept that makes it popular -with people. - -Religions(CULT + TIME) also tend to add another layer of abstraction over this idea , while sequence of events that will happen in life remains deterministic in nature , there is a prize -at the end of all of this which is much larger than life itself. It could be moksha - an escape from birth/death cycle or it could be the bliss of reaching heaven. There is often a moral code of conduct , a set of do's and don'ts that are laid out by religions which determines the eligibility for the final prize. So a life lived following the do's and don'ts as stipulated by our belief systems could be equated to a purpose driven life also. - -In [Devs](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devs) , a TV series that i saw recently this idea of determinism is explored in an interesting way. The series revolves around this tech company that builds a [quantum computer](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_computing), this special machine can do a lot of number crunching in a scale that is unprecedented and they are able to model cause and effect with remarkable precision, this leads to an important discovery , a true WTF moment in the show where protagonist learns that life is deterministic and concept of free will is an illusion . I think watching this show kind of made me think deeply about **the theory of Thalavara** and i can't make my mind up fully whether it is BS or there is something there which can't be explained by the slicing and dicing of rational thought. - -# Simulation Hypothesis - -Okay, so this is a theory that I had thought about a lot ever since college. The hypothesis here is that life as we know is a simulation. if you started thinking about the movie [Matrix](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Matrix), hold onto your thoughts; let's look at Simulation Hypothesis through another lens. So I read this short story by Issac Asimov which is called [the last question](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Question) when I was in college, it had a lasting impact on how I thought about this hypothesis. In the story humans build this super computer that is tasked with finding a solution for the impending doom of the universe. As humans continue to build it over many generations, -the system always gives the same answer. - -"THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER." - -After the eventual death of civilization and the universe, the machine which now exists in another dimension still continues to crunch numbers to find a solution to the problem. -Finally the super computer finds a solution to the question, but it has no one to report the answer to. In conclusion the system announces. - -"LET THERE BE LIGHT!" And there was light!! This is one of my favorite endings for a short story. The idea that creation of the universe itself is an act of experiment, a simulation that is run by a supremely intelligent being is surprisingly coherent with ideas that we see from religions. It is just that God (the supreme being) here is the programmer/ scientist who is running this simulation. The Issac Asimov story is special since it takes a spin on this idea and goes on to say that it is we humans who set things in motion in the first place. - -{{< figure src="../img/bigbang.png" height=400 width=200 alt="Big Bang" position="center" style="border-radius: 8px;" caption=" Fig 2 Big bang in the imagination of an artist." captionPosition="center" captionStyle="color: red;" >}} - -There are many folks who believe that there is a chance that we are living in a simulation. Some of the famous supporters include [Nick Bostrom](https://www.nickbostrom.com/) , [Elon Musk](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elon_Musk) etc. Even though it sounds outlandish, I have an inkling that there is something credible to the theory. -This year I tried to build a small simulator program that simulates a certain phenomenon, even if the simulation didn't mimic the exact process I was -convinced that given enough domain knowledge and computer power thrown at it, it should be possible to do really good simulations . One might ask, is it possible to mimic the complex patterns that we see in the world? - -Take the case of [Conway's Game of life](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conway%27s_Game_of_Life), a very popular program. From a very simple set of rules, interesting patterns emerge which appear to be completely random but are clearly deterministic based on the initial configurations. Another example that comes to my mind is how video games have evolved over time, even when the representation of the world has been 2 dimensional they have surprisingly got more realistic over time. If we take our physical world, everything that we see in it is built from a finite set of elements that we can neatly categorise in this thing called periodic table, a rule about filling electron shells leads to the formation of compounds and everything that we see around us. So I would say yes, it should be possible for complex patterns to emerge from a simulation. - - -But let's come back to what it would mean for an individual's purpose to realize that there is a good chance that the world we live in is a simulation. For me personally, if the simulation argument is proven to be true it would mean that the rich meaning that i seek in life is probably non existent. You can very well think of [life as a game](https://oliveremberton.com/2014/life-is-a-game-this-is-your-strategy-guide/) and you are a player who can strategize to maximise or minimise a state that you care about. Different states could be money, fame, knowledge , adventure etc or it could be a combination of these states. - -In this case the purpose is whatever the individual seeks, it could be building a business that makes a ton of money , it could be running an NGO that helps the poor, it could even be becoming the president of the United states. Irrespective of the purpose, every player in the game would eventually run out of his/her time ; some might get more time, some less, the simulation doesn't care. There is no differentiation from a simulation's perspective on measuring some as having led a good life or not. There are no brownie points that take us to a heaven or a better place. There are no negative points for being a xenophobic head of state who clings on to power by polarizing people based on identity. Once you are dead, from a simulation's perspective you are now just an entity that is removed. - -This is the troubling thing for me about the simulation hypothesis. I think the world becomes immoral if every individual just thinks about maximising or minimising the state. I have often felt that It is this moral sense of right and wrong within each individual that guides us to create a good society and therefore a better world. So yeah it will be -kind of a bummer if we are indeed living in a simulation even though as a sci fi enthusiast i find the idea interesting. - - - -# We are a fluke - -While simulation hypothesis is something that we can debate over whether it's just science fiction or not, one thing that is undebatable is this fact that our existence is an especially surprising piece of luck. This is obvious especially from biology when the science of reproduction is discussed, of the millions of sperms that are in contention for fertilization of egg, only one makes it and if let's hypothetically say another sperm had fused with the egg instead then our genetic makeup , our features and even gender could have been different. In other words the odds of us being us was very low, and it is an incredible luck that it is us who had the opportunity to arrive in this world. - - - -Another place where this luck is very obvious is Astronomy. Anyone who has gazed up in the skies has wondered if someone else is up there right? The scientific community has put a name to this general doubt as [Fermi's paradox](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermi_paradox). The paradox here is given the vastness of the universe and the billions of stars and planets in various galaxies, why haven't we come across any other life forms / aliens ? There have been many explanations that have been suggested but the one that makes sense to me is that it is not easy as it sounds for life to take shape in a planet. Lots of interesting things have occured in a very specific order to reach a point where earth can harbour life. For instance Earth exist in this special region called [Goldilocks Zone](https://exoplanets.nasa.gov/resources/323/goldilocks-zone/), in simple terms our planet is at the right distance from its star (sun) so that the temperature is just right and there is liquid water. Without this defining characteristic there is no way life would have emerged on earth. And surprisingly it's not just earth, even our moon has a huge impact on stabilizing earth's orbit and ensuring that we have predictable weather patterns etc. Now zoom back and think about big bang, what are the odds of the formation of milky way galaxy , what are the odds of the formation of a solar system where our planet comes in a goldilocks zone, what are the odds of having the perfect moon that stabilizes the orbital tilt and helps in creating weather patterns that facilitates life. Add on to this all the luck that our species had while various life forms started emerging and then to become the dominant species that can read and write essays like this, i wonder isn't this all some form of sheer dumb luck? A series of miracles spread out into antiquity. - -``` -There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle - -~ Einstein -``` - -Some argue that the fluke argument also is definite proof that things exist by design and hence the proof for existence of God. I don't subscribe to the the **creation by design** argument, but i am willing to concede that the fluke argument also can be seen as another outcome of the **simulation hypothesis** argument where these miracles are just a bunch of states that the simulation designer had programmed to happen. Anyways this realization of incredible luck that we see in our own origin and the origin of our planet does affect how we look at purpose in life. Personally for me it is this realization that life is this very rare gift, while it seems to be a ride with lots of ups and downs along the way, the very fact that we are alive right now and inhabiting this planet with another 7 billion people is something that one needs to be grateful for. - - -{{< figure src="../img/palebluedot.png" height=400 width=200 alt="Pale blue dot" position="center" style="border-radius: 8px;" caption=" Fig 3 Pale blue dot, Photograph taken by space probe Voyager 1 of earth in 1990" captionPosition="center" captionStyle="color: red;" >}} - -With this incredible luck, there is also sadly this feeling of isolation when we look at the cosmos. While many people who haven't got the memo yet, think that the universe runs around them, in reality the cosmos doesn't care about our existence, our actions are insignificant in the larger scheme of things going around in the universe. This transition from everything revolves around Earth and us special humans (Geo-Centric model) to we are this insignificant species in a tiny pale blue dot that has no realistic chance of making a dent on the universe has been painful for humanity. - - -{{< figure src="../img/calvin.jpg" height=200 width=200 alt="Pale blue dot" position="center" style="border-radius: 8px;" caption=" Fig 4 Calvin and Hobbes comic strip" captionPosition="center" captionStyle="color: red;" >}} - - -Rather than focussing on the insignificance of our actions, I think we can use this knowledge to take better care of our planet and its inhabitants. Once in a while I listen to this monologue called [Pale blue dot](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sb4WhNvLRFw) which touches on this subject , every time i listen to it i feel a sense of calmness and it also kind of give a renewed purpose and outlook towards life. - -I think Carl Sagan sums it up beautifully in these final words - -``` -It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known. - -~ Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot - -``` - -In our natural world, we observe a few patterns that keep on repeating, none of them is as significant as the pattern of growth and decay. We see it on the plant that has just bloomed and -given a beautiful flower. The beauty of this flower exists only for a fleeting moment in it's growth phase and it eventually succumbs into the decay phase. This is a pattern that keeps repeating over and over wherever we look. Wisdom from the ages has been that there is no escape from the eventual doom as this growth and decay is a fundamental tenet of our universe. -Everyone who is reading this will bid bye to this world eventually, it is more a question of time than if. Despite the gloomy end there is a silver lining here, and that silver lining is -visible when we understand that maybe life, it's not about the individual, it's about US as a collective, the story of our species and it's survival over trying circumstances, the fact that we are playing a small part in keeping the [greatest show running on Earth](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WeYj55zdf4). - -With the modern amenities that we all enjoy, we sometimes forget how fragile our world really is. There are external cosmic events which could wipe out our existence in seconds. But let's not worry about them since the odds of any of such events happening is quite low and if they do happen there is very little we can do , so it's better we don't worry too much about them at this point of time. More than the external threats , the internal threats caused by us humans are more worrying. The risk of doom by nuclear winter, prolonged damage to our ecosystem through climate change etc are more imminent risks that we need to work collectively to find a solution for. Finding solutions to these problems are challenging because they need the collective effort from all our fellow beings without looking at their personal/regional interests and that is next to impossible for a society which glorifies individual achievement more than collective achievement. On the knife edge is the survival of our species and the rich biodiversity that we are part of, it should be a common purpose for all of us despite our various ideological / religious / social differences that when we leave this world, we are leaving it better than how we found it. So taking care of our planet so that we don't screw it up for future generations and being kind to one another should be a collective purpose for all of humanity. I guess this is an obvious thing to understand but I often feel frustrated on how very few get it. - - - diff --git a/content/essays/yashasvi.md b/content/essays/yashasvi.md deleted file mode 100644 index 5e2d666..0000000 --- a/content/essays/yashasvi.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,42 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: "Yashasvi" -date: 2025-10-24T11:21:53+05:30 -draft: true ---- - - -Dear Yashasvi, - -I don't know when you would end up reading this. Maybe you would never find this, maybe you would find this one day. They say the -internet will be a place where written stuff gets retained for ages. This is my endeavour in small parts in the hope that this letter -would reach you some day when you need it and it will hopefully bring a smile on your face. - -# September 12th - -You were born on September 12th, 2025 at 9:46 am in Kochi. I was there in the labour room and literally saw your head popping up. -Your mother went through quite a bit of an ordeal and while delivery pain is normalised in our society, as someone who was a direct -witness to all of it, it is not easy for moms , our society needs to show more gratitude to all mothers, they deserve it. The memory -that is etched in my mind is this , your mother was in a lot of pain through the process , but the moment you stepped out into the world -- she started smiling , it was the best of smile that means only onething - bliss! - -A nurse kept you on Swathi's stomach for a moment and she also asked me to hold my hand over you. For a fraction of moment we were in -a bubble with 3 of us and your mother was smiling, you were crying as babies should and i think i had a tear in my eyes. While Dr. Madhuja -was stitching up Swathi, she was all smiling and it was a beautiful smile ; i asked her why she was smiling and she said she was -seeing your legs in a distance while Dr.George (Pediatrician) was welcoming you. - -I am sure most parents have some memory like this about their newborn, it is not something extremely rare, but all this felt incredibly -personal and beautiful to us. When i came out and told your grandparents, they were ecstatic . We have captured a video that hopefully -survives which shows the reaction of them when they get to see you for the first time. Your grandparents love you a great deal, they are -simple nice people with a lot of love for you. - -As I am writing this, you are still a baby who only cares right now about drinking milk and getting some sound sleep. When you are irritated -or hungry, you would alert us with crying. Simple baby stuff , we are first time parents and sometimes we might mess up few things, most times -we are over worried with best intention of raising you to the best of our capabilities. At this point it's safe to say you are the #1 priority -to half a dozen humans while you have no idea about any of it. - - -Now let me come to the core points of this letter - - - - diff --git a/content/projects/index.md b/content/projects/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 26ff774..0000000 --- a/content/projects/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,86 +0,0 @@ -# Projects - -These are some of the open/inner source projects that I have built/worked on. - -# [Chess Engine Analyzer](https://apps.apple.com/us/app/stockfish-chess-analysis/id6744956284?platform=iphone) - -Object detection and segmentation of 2D chessboard + Stockfish Chess Engine analysis. - -# [Offline Transcribe](https://apps.apple.com/us/app/transcribe-ai-note-taker/id6746317410) - -OpenAI whisper models converted to coreml to run on iOS device for offline transcription. - -# [Privy](https://whiletruelearn.gumroad.com/l/privy) - -MacOS app similar to superwhisper and macwhisper for offline real time transcription and formatting. - -# [Libris.fm](https://apps.apple.com/us/app/libris-fm-free-audiobooks/id6744654703) - -Libris.fm - An iOS app to listen to public domain audio books. - -# [HN Client app](https://apps.apple.com/us/app/feedly-for-hackernews/id6744145932) - -A client app for reading HN on the go. - -# [DeepTick](https://apps.apple.com/in/app/deeptick/id6742068060?platform=iphone) - -Tools for deepwork productivity. - -# [TermiChess](https://github.com/whiletruelearn/termichess) - -Play chess on your terminal. - -# [Dulu](https://github.com/whiletruelearn/dulu) - -A small python library for doing OCR. Built on top of the florence2 vision model. - -# [Pdf-chat](https://github.com/whiletruelearn/pdf-chat) - -Simple implementation of RAG for Q&A on pdf document. - -# [Toy DHT](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsOIvL7_oXk) - -A toy distributed hash table using consistent hashing, data replication, node addition and failover. - -# [WhatTheLang](https://github.com/indix/whatthelang) - -A python library for language detection. - -Collaborators : [Manoj](https://www.linkedin.com/in/manojlds/) - -# [Vangogh](https://github.com/whiletruelearn/vangogh) - -A prisma like web-app that performs Fast Neural style transfer. - -Collaborators : [Bala](https://www.linkedin.com/in/bala-subramaniyan-6a618a21/) , [Anurag](https://www.linkedin.com/in/anuragmishracse/) - -# [Morpheus](https://github.com/whiletruelearn/morpheus) - -A toolkit for exploring fundamental algorithms in Linear Algebra. - -# [Quidditch](https://www.ericsson.com/en/blog/2020/7/how-to-make-anomaly-detection-more-accessible) - -An innersource framework for doing Anomaly detection. - -Collaborators : [Raghavan](https://www.linkedin.com/in/raghavan-a-k-3a102713/), [Venkat](https://www.linkedin.com/in/venkatachalam-n-b8a17a18/), [Adi](https://www.linkedin.com/in/adithya-krishnan-0a7b66a8/), [Raaghul](https://www.linkedin.com/in/rraaghul/), [Gautham](https://www.linkedin.com/in/gauthamkrishna-g/), [Sharmili](https://www.linkedin.com/in/sharmili-srinivasan-40925a41/), [Milan](https://www.linkedin.com/in/milan-b-27585054/), [Ebe](https://www.linkedin.com/in/ebenezer-isaac/) - - -# SIMS - -An innersource simulator for mobility pattern written from scratch in Python using real world topology. -Inspired by OMNET++, with support for scaling upto 10K UE's. - -Collaborators : [Venki](https://www.linkedin.com/in/venkateshumaashankar/), [Adi](https://www.linkedin.com/in/adithya-krishnan-0a7b66a8/) - - - -# [Video Plagiarism detection](https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1k00Vy8HaVFWKHRvK2-e7CtjrPoJz4ov9icIZmmMNEjE/edit?usp=sharing) - -Deep Analysis of video content to detect possible plagiarism. - -# [Streaming Log Analytics](https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Im8YKDBNdmDqSc39t_LbowrampvgaucJ/view) - -Analytics on streaming log data. Proof of concept. - -Collaborator : [Raaghul](https://www.linkedin.com/in/rraaghul/) - diff --git a/content/stories/dsp.md b/content/stories/dsp.md deleted file mode 100644 index 10f6d36..0000000 --- a/content/stories/dsp.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,127 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: "That thing about DSP" -date: 2016-01-30T00:00:00+05:30 -draft: false ---- - - - - - - -I don't know if you had felt this before , but imagine you are doing some activity, something along the lines of walking on a crowded street with music over your ears and the street is quite busy with shopkeepers and people who are bargaining for groceries. Amidst such chaos , you seem to be lost somewhere, somewhere that is clearly not the present. The reason being you remember something, something that is funny and you let out a chuckle , your otherwise serious boring face acquires a smile , an honest one which doesn't care about whether it is photogenic or not. The people who are walking opposite to you see the sudden transition in the face and thinks you are a weirdo, the biker who had just honked in front of you let out an unapologetic curse word. You walk away from the trouble and move away to the reality of present with much more optimism and a secret chant to yourself "Life is Good". - -# The awesomeness of being Me :P - - -Let me set the context right. Context is a word that I use on a great deal these day. Whenever someone asks a tricky question whose answer I clearly don't know, I usually speak something totally incomprehensible and end it with - -"Well , At the end of the day - Everything depends on the context. Right?" - And who can disagree with that? :D - -So it is the 6th Semester of college and the year is 2011 I suppose. I was a guy who entered into college with the thought process that I am going to ace the shit out of this thing. But after 5 semesters of engineering curriculum I found myself not in sync with the aspirations of the guy who took up Computer Science with awe and wonder & (other synonyms). The priorities have changed, drastically to the point that Ace ing / doing well w.r.t marks didn't even figure in "Top 10 things to do this semester". Even things like watching 'IMDB Top 250' had a significant higher priority in my silly mind at that point of time than when compared to something less sophisticated like studying. This was a strange transition for me . Before college , I had found great joy in mugging up the facts and writing these facts in paper and getting good marks. Good marks in a progress report was a significant dopamine triggering event for me back then. - -I even used to thing that this was probably the only thing I am good at , write exams -> Score good marks -> Make parents happy. So the realization that midway in my ~~path to become the greatest CompSci Engineer to have surfaced the planet~~ , path to become yet another engineer --- that I am no more good at something which I was particularly good before was strange. What was even more strange was how I felt about this transition . The fact is I didn't feel sad or anxious about this, the truth is I had stopped caring about my academics at that point of time. It was as if I had crossed a bridge that took me to somewhere and somehow the bridge was burned to ashes with no way for me to go back and be the guy who I used to be. "Carelessly Carefree", I told to a friend once as how I would describe myself without even knowing what that actually meant. - -# ഒരിക്കൽ രാജു മോൻ ചോദിച്ചു DSP എന്താണ് എന്ന് - - -DSP over the years have earned many names such as Digital Supplementary Paper , Double Supply Paper et cetra et cetra. Jury is still not out on what exactly it should be called as but what we have consensus on is the fact that it is one of the most difficult subjects in the engineering curriculum. And it is placed aptly in a semester where students are looking for reasons to bunk the class. - -6th semester for a typical engineering student is a coming of age period where you have been handled the golden keys to college. The golden key , a metaphorical one gives the students the opportunity to exercise their fine talents in organzing college events as well as gives them ample opportunity to shape up their ego and fighting skills to survive the real world outside. All of us walked with a bit more air in our strides, our imagined self importance outweighed that of others and we celebrated it through laughters, pranks and everything imaginable to show that we are more hipper / cooler than others. The Limelight of coolness falls on people for different reasons. For people like me it happened by virtue of my incredible laziness. - -The Laziness revolution that was spanwning up and DSP couldn't exist peacefully in my humble mind and naturally I was gravitating more towards you know what. In my defence I did try initially to show some interest in the subject. I knew from the stories of seniors that this is one subject that I probably shouldn't mess around with. So I made extra efforts to come out of my laziness comfort zone and take notes and all that. The first and last notebook that I bought in S6 was for DSP. Yes it did become the notebook for other 5 subjects too , but you must understand that in the front page of the book were written DSP in capital. I didn't even write my name in the notebook to avoid any future embarassment, but I made it a point to write DSP as big as I can in that front page. Just goes to show you that I had all the intentions of studying this particular subject ;-) . - -Until some diagrams and Fourier Transform arrived. - -# Magic Number Theory - -Magic Number Theory is a mathematical equation that explains how engineering students especially the ones who have been fortunate to be inducted by CUSAT can find a stable state of entropy with minimum expenditure of effort. - -**"45 + 30 = 75"** - -75 is the magic number that is necessary for moving on to the next level. The most productive way of acquiring this number is by scoring 30 marks for the internal and 45 marks for the external exams. If you fail to secure the magic number then you would have to go through the ordeal of playing the same level again which is definitely not pleasant. By the time S6 started, I was a firm believer of the magic number theory. I could connect with it more than any other theories that were explained in great detail elsewhere. And also if your internal sinked below 30 then everyone , even people who never talk to you usually will come upto you and will tell you "You are under man" as if something terrible had just happened to you. Yes something terrible indeed, this means that you would have to make a visit to the Staff Room to meet the same person whom you have been trying to escape from the entire semester. - -# Sambavaami Hugo Hugo - -Scoring 30 marks in internal is not that difficult. A student would only have to do the following things. - -- [1] Get your attendance marked - This requires one to be inside classroom unfortunately. -- [2] Submit Assignments - Copy passages of gibberish text and images from large textbooks to A4 sheets. -- [3] Get something more than single digit mark for series exams - Self Explanatory. -- [4] Be nice to the teacher. - -What happened to me was that I didn't do any of these things. I really wanted to do #4 , but for doing that the teacher should actually get to see the student in class which din't happen most of the time in my case. So it was a total disaster. -I received my first sign that a disaster was awaiting me when we were chit chatting with friends and the conversation gradually slipped into internals. Dasan was claiming that he had figured out the way by which internal marks are calculated and he can accurately predict everyone's internal mark. He often claims to be the expert on many things and I don't believe all of them but this time I was certainly hooked. I wanted him to predict the internal mark that I will receive for DSP. He asked me questions such as how many classes i had bunked, how many assignments i had submitted and what my series exam marks were. -After thoughtful calculation Dasan blurted out "16". - -"No . That can't happen ", I said to myself. - -16 marks for internal is a bad state to be in for any subject. But when the subject is DSP and you have no clue of what it is all about, you are mostly in a Do or Die situation. Since the Laziness revolution was in full swing the odds of me doing something was pretty less. I just hoped that Dasan got his calculation wrong and internal will be definitely better even if I haven't done anything per say for it. Wishful Thinking at its best. - -# Reality Strikes - -When someone told that internal marks sheet is published for DSP, my heart did skip a beat. I think I must have went with Dennis to go and check it. There was this feeling of something bad going to happen even at that moment. When I found Roll No 23 in the Internal marksheet of DSP, I swear at that moment the only thought that went through my head is "My pursuit of Happiness for becoming an engineer ends here". There was nothing beautiful or interesting about the number 11. I have failed big time in following the magic number theory. - -To secure a pass, I would have to score 64 marks in External exam. I have screwed up big time and there is no way I can get out of this. DSP was not the only subject where I was under in 6th semester, there was this other subject called Operating System for which I would have to put some extra effort to secure a pass mark. But I wasn't worried about OS, it is a paper that I can easily bullshit my way through by writing long passages about the complicated and intricate manner in which an Operating System worked purely based on fiction and intution. But DSP is another beast all together - There are diagrams , formulas , problems that actually need to be solved with an expected final result that the teacher's eyes will be searching for. My usual schemes of "transforming the goat to dog" won't work here. - -# An offer You can't Refuse - - -As countless other engineering students in my situation have done before , I decided to take the pluge and join my friends in visiting the faculty room and beg for some improvement in internal marks. Initially my pride prevented me from doing this, I am a huge fan of Mission Impossible scenarios and Napolean's famous quote "Impossible is not a word in my dictionary". However when I measured the facts that were stacked against me, I decided that Mission Impossible is best left for Tom Cruise and probably Napolean needed a better dictionary. - -Me, Dennis and Dasan decided to visit the faculty room to meet our DSP teacher. I will never forget the setting of this moment in life. There were many things that we had in common , but the one thing that connected us more at that moment was the fact that we were all 'under' and had this hope against hope that somehow our teacher would increase the internal marks despite the fact that we were not deserving of such a raise in marks. - -Our DSP Sir was playing Chess on a small board when we reached his desk. He was playing against himself and there weren't much of pieces left on the board. For a moment there I imagined myself as a pawn in that chess game, blocked from any possible moves forward and at the mercy of a bishop who can take me down or not just based on whim. - -Dasan being the most courageous, presented our case. - -Having grown up watching and loving films of Mohanlal, the one thing I could make out clearly was where this talk was going. He was doing an emotional enactment of the scene from Chitram where Mohanalal requests Soman "Enne kollathirunnu koode". Here it was more like - -"B.Tech pass akaan ulla agraham kondu chodikkuva, -Njangale kollathirunnu koode. -Onnu mark kooti tharumo." - - -Dasan's emotional talk certainly did some good. Sir was atleast considering doing something for us. Dennis IIRC had the highest internal marks among three of us and he got the first offer. The offer was that Sir will do a suprise test the very next day and if Dennis does well on it, sir will change the internal marks to 30. Hearing this, Dennis got very excited and asked - -"Okay Sir. Which all portions should i prepare for ?" - -The response given by Sir was brilliant and dashed all the excitement Dennis had. - -"All the modules in the Syllabus". - -All that Dennis could do was say "Ok. sir" and not turn up next day for the suprise test. - -I was expecting only more embarassment but sir instead gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. I would have to write answers to 4 previous years question papers and submit that as an assignment. If I do that , sir would improve the marks for me. I rushed back to MH and wrote the fastest assignment I have ever written copying answers from notebooks, textbook and any place I could find them. I thought while doing this what if I had done simple things correctly in this semester, the one feeling that was left over was disappointment for this humiliation that I have brought upon myself. - -I entered the faculty room once again, I was alone this time around and sir wasn't playing chess. I gave him my assignment and he glanced through it. He kept the assignment in his palm and tried to move it up and down as if he was weighing it. I was afraid that he will ask me to redo it. He was about to say something and then decided not to. - -Sir took a small book , asked my roll number and changed my internal from 11 to 26. - -I left the room with mixed emotions of gratitude and sadness. - -# The Day Before Exam - - -My real inspiration to do any sort of work in college has been "Last minute panic". Most people were immersed in studies, everyone had a morbid fear of how DSP can screw things up. Finally I got my inspiration kick and It was only when I decided to study that I realized I don't have a text book or notebook to study from. Someone lent me a copy of an old photostat copy which belonged to a senior whose name I couldn't recognize. - -Gopi and Pradyoth had attended tution during the study leave from one of those countless institutes which specializes in teaching subjects like DSP. Having learned some stuff , they were doing the not so typical "overakkal" of being the folks who have studied 2 modules already. I was frustrated and didn't have a clue on what needs to be done. They called me and taught me something which took me about 2 hours to fully understand. I returned back to my room feeling greatful that I had learned atleast something about DSP. My room mate Vinu was panically going through the CUSAT question booklet. On seeing me , he asked me if I have learned anything. I told him that i just learned this particular topic that Pradyoth and Gopi taught me. Vinu stopped me for a moment and he told me he hadn't heard about this particular topic. In a moment of frenzy I searched for the topic in syllabus , I couldn't find it in the syllabus . I think we later found out that the topic was present in the syllabus for ECE and not in CSE. - -Bloody Idiots!. - -I didn't want to look up my watch, so much of time has been wasted. I was clueless on what to do and felt uncapable of doing anything. I walked into the room of Aromal and he pointed me to this question which always appears on question paper. It was a question on describing the architecture of some DSP processor. He adviced me to go and learn about that particular processor. -I did that and learned some other things too. - -# Footnote - -I did pass DSP on my first attempt scoring the exact 49 marks needed for a pass. Lucky me I guess :-D . I don't believe there are any great insights that we can take away from events in our past. - -Here are some final thoughts though. - -- Don't screw up simple things just because you are lazy. -- Shit Happens. -- Don't panic when it does. -- Remember they all make interesting and authentic memories which would make you smile in future. - - diff --git a/content/stories/howto.md b/content/stories/howto.md deleted file mode 100644 index 7a42005..0000000 --- a/content/stories/howto.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,82 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: "How to Forget someone?" -date: 2016-01-17T00:00:00+05:30 -draft: false ---- - - -Forgetting someone is a difficult thing. Even when you think that you had sort of got over someone, there are these push buttons waiting to be activated in our brain which sends in waves of memories related to that person (whom we shall call as ‘Y’ going forward). The trigger occurs when we visit some particular place or do an activity that is usually associated with ‘Y’. Sometimes it gets triggered for no particular reason also . Anyhow , it is not a good feeling when the trigger hits and you are back again to square one thinking about ‘Y’ when you clearly know you should have totally forgot that person by now. -I thought about this for quite a bit of time today, maybe I owe the alcohol in my blood stream some credit for coming up with this thought all together. In this vague thought of mine, I imagine my silly little brain as something similar to an Operating System (OS) which i have fine grain control on. We have just identified a means to over ride the OS which mostly does shit that makes no sense and is full of erratic behaviors. Thanks to the most advanced brain programming technology, we now can send patches that will over ride the default behaviors and settings. - -# Creating the first Patch - -Note : All Patches must be written in a new programming language which will be aptly called as BrainFuck2. -The first patch would be to solve this problem of forgetting someone. When we are really sure that we need to completely forget someone, we need to have the mechanism to do so and let’s get this done once and for all. - -# The Requirement - -1. Design a subroutine FORGET_PERSON(String Name) which will accept a person’s name as argument from the user. -2. The subroutine when called should remove all the memories associated with the person whose name is passed as argument. -3. Wait a second, we don’t want to delete all the memories right away. We need something like a pop up box to show up as a mental image. -4. The pop up box in this case could be a video (similar to the year end video which facebook creates) , the background music can be sad. -5. The user should be given 42 seconds to decide if he wants go ahead with permanent deletion of all the memories, if the user backs away then the subroutine should exit and pass the control back to the main program. -6. If the user has decided with heavy heart to go with it or if the user hasn’t made a decision by 42 seconds , initiate the process for permanent deletion of all memories associated with Y. -7. Memory deletion process should happen at night time during sleep and when the user wakes up next morning , person Y would have to be a complete stranger to the user. -8. Don’t Fuck this up. - -# The Rough Plan - -Step (i) :- The first thing the subroutine would have to do will be to get details of the first time the user met ‘Y’ , the process would have to get the timestamp of this event . Let’s call this value as the Alpha_Moment. - -Step (ii) :- Similarly acquire Omega_Moment which will be the timestamp for the last memory the user posses related to ‘Y’. - -Step (iii) :- Now all we have to do is find all the memories associated with ‘Y’ within these two time ranges (Alpha_Moment and Omega_Moment ) and delete them one by one. - -Premature optimization is the root of all evil - -You must know by now that Step (iii) is not going to be that easy. It is going to be a very slow process that can even take ages to complete. The part of difficulty is because we don’t have a pre-defined structure by which memory is organized. We need to think of a better way in which information related to each person can be stored in our memory. -A better data structure ? - -``` -{ Person A : -[Met first time while travelling on a train , -…………………………………………………………………………………. -Became Friends , -……………………………………………………………………………………. -Called on New Years eve and talked for 20 mins] -Person Y : -[Met for the first time, -Talked for the first time, -……………………………………………………………………………………. -Decided to forget once and for all] -} -``` - -This new data structure will be aptly called as PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE . -My initial analysis tells me that it will be a HashMap/ Dictionary of sorts with the persons image & name combination as the key. -The value will be a linked list where the first memory associated with the person will be the head of the linked list and last memory would be the tail. There would have to be a cron job or something akin which runs daily during sleep time which updates this linked list. - -# The Execution - -(i) Subroutine FORGET_PERSON() gets called with Y as argument. - -(ii) We do a O(1) lookup in the data structure PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE . - -(iii) If the key is found delete the entire content of linked list. All the memories that is stored gets deleted instantly. - -(iv) If by any chance , the user tries to access the empty value present in the data structure for the person ‘Y’ with a call such as -PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE.get(‘Y’) -or -PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE[‘Y’] -the user must be redirected to 404 mental image page with the below thought inserted -``` -“Do you really know this person ? I don’t think you have met this person before. There is no memory related to this person available for playback. -We are almost 100% sure that you don’t know this person from your past. -Yours Sincerely, -Brain -``` - -# A Time for Second Thoughts -Now that the patch is ready in our new programming language , I am having second thoughts about whether this is a right thing to do. What does it really accomplish anyway? Even when we say we wish to forget someone real badly, there is a part of us that doesn’t want it. -Removing all memories associated with someone is the easiest path that we can all think of taking. Let’s not take the easy way out. Let’s keep our memories irrespective of whether they are good or bad. Our memories are what makes us who we are. Let’s keep them. -BTW Screw BrainFuck2. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/stories/lifecycle.md b/content/stories/lifecycle.md deleted file mode 100644 index 5a35090..0000000 --- a/content/stories/lifecycle.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,200 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: "Lifecycle; Story of Hypocrites" -date: 2012-02-23T00:00:00+05:30 -draft: false ---- - - -So this is a story that I wrote while in college. I had this idea in my head of creating a short film of sorts and the story kind of became a bit like screenplay. Anyways this got published in the college magazine and my dear editor/ director friend Anuraj did promise me that he will convert this story to a short film one day. I am still waiting for that day :-D - - -# Friday - -It was just like any other day for Keerthi. She is used to this -drill for the last two years of her life. Her day starts at 6 in the morning, with waking up from the heavy arms of her husband. She has pile of things to do early morning from cleaning the leftover dishes to preparing breakfast. She does everything diligently with a sense of calmness that comes from experience of same routine for last 2 years,people who lived near their appartment envied her life. At age 24 she seems to have everything, a well earning husband , a 3 BHK appartment, -job as teacher at a nearby reputed school, a face that draws attention wherever she goes. In a world where marriage is a matter of convenience,the couple seemed to still have the spark within them. - -By 8 am Keerthi and her husband start having their breakfast, in 30 minutes we can see both of them getting into their CAR which was bought just last week. By 8:50 Keerthi reaches school and her husband kisses on her forehead and bids goodbye. 'A perfect life', colleagues of Keerthi made that remark often with a touch of jealousy. Keerthi takes classes for 5th standard students. The only thing outsiders saw as missing in her life was a child of her own. keerthi somehow didn't felt so, she genuinely loved students as her own children. She is a complete natural at teaching, one of those exceptions in her school who -inspite of being the 'best outgoing student' opted against other -professional courses which had attractive salary offers. Teaching, as she always used to say was her cup of tea, and students loved her for her wits and method of teaching. - -On the 3rd hour of Morning session at 5 B, while giving students a problem to solve she noticed something. She saw one of her students stealing something, rakesh had thought that no one had seen his action of stealing the box. When the bell rang, Keerthi went to rakesh and asked him to come to staff room with her. rakesh still didn't think that, his teacher saw what he did. He loved that box, couldn't resist and took it. - -"Rakesh, I saw you taking that Box" - -"No Ma'am , I didn't." - -"Don't lie to me rakesh, it's okay. I won't tell this to anybody" - -"But .. Ma'am .. I Did.. I didn't...." - -"I know you are a good boy. You should return that Box immediately and say sorry to Ishant" - -"But Ma'am .. No one other than you saw it.. Should I return it?" - -"God saw it son.. He can see all our actions. Now be a good boy and return it. Or Else God will think you are a bad boy which you are not." - -"What will God do if he came to know that I am a bad boy? " - -"He will punish us for our sins rakesh, he sees everything.." - -# Saturday - -"Shit.. I am late.. hiran is gonna kill me for being this late. " , She said to Shyam. - -"Stay a little longer darling. It's Saturday na, hiran would be having some meeting in office now... Stay a little longer" , - -Shyam's voice sounded too irresistable for her. His eyes spoke lot more and she really felt the urge to stay. She moved her face towards him as if to plant a kiss and gently moved away teasing -him. He seized control over hands and whispered in her ears - -"Not again.. You are too cruel dear" - -"I really wish to stay Shyam. I just can't . One week will pass quickly, hiran has this official trip coming up next week, we could meet up then. " - -"Oh god.. One week feels like one year for me", Shyam said still holding her hand. - -"Next week when i leave , i will make sure you don't complain Shyam", with that she manages to get her hands off his grip. - -"I will have a gift for you when we see next week",Shyam said. - -"What will that be? I don't want any of those expensive diamonds like last time, what's the use Shyam. I won't be able to wear them anyways. hiran would ask questions..." - -"Not diamonds dear, a piece of document... My divorce " , Shyam hugs her while saying those final words. - -"You should present me the same gift soon.. I am waiting for it", Shyam reminded her. - -"Yes dear.. I will , I don't want to hurt hiran now. I shall tell him after his official trip", a tear fell from her eyes as she said this.Shyam saw her walking away from his house, he stood there in the balcony watching her take an auto to her home. - -Images from his past flashed before his eyes. How he first proposed her while he was in 10th, How her father beated him heavily for sneaking into her room, how she smiled that day when she accepted his love, how the poor rich divide made him an ineligible suitor for her, how he watched her getting married to someone else, how determination and hardwork has made him one of the richest man in city, how he commited the mistake of marrying a girl who never understood him, how he met her again in the vastness of this city.Images from the past flickered through his mind. - -"They thought i will loose her forever once she got married.I never lost her, She loved only me .. all her life, i was her love " , he said to himself. - -She looks at her watch as she reaches home. hiran would be home soon and she knows it.She plans to make him some payasam, it is his birthday today.He was too busy early morning and was not able to visit the nearby temple like they used to. At 5.10 Door bell rang and hiran comes in swinging his briefcase, he accidently misplaces a framed photo while placing the briefcase. The frame which was made of glass broke into pieces as it fell down. - - -She was holding in a glass the freshly prepared Payasam when he said those words. - -"Darling, our wedding photo fell down. I will fix the frame , so sorry about that.. I will fix it right away" - -She felt her hands becoming sweaty, and for a moment she thought that she will drop the glass in her hand. She said with many pauses - -" Don't hurt yourself.... dear , the.... frame.... is made of ...glass " - -hiran looks at the photo once again and saw his wife and himself trying to smile at photographer's wish to the background of a large cutout card which reads 'hiran weds Keerthi'. - -# Sunday - -It was a bright sunday morning. While Jogging at DH park , hiran looks up into the sky and says to himself 'Today is going to be a good day' . It was clear blue sky all around, clouds seem to have gone for a vacation.His last two sunday's were spoiled because of rain. He had planned to go out with keerthi on those days, but rain had other plans. He calls keerthi immediately and tells her that they will go out today. - -When hiran reached home , keerthi was all dresssed up in a beautiful green saree. She truly looked flawless. 'Age can't wither her infinite beauty.......' , hiran learned literature in college, he couldn't help thinking about shakespeare's account on Cleopatra. Keerthi was his cleopatra, the girl of his dreams. hiran did most of the things right in his life. After completing degree in literature, he set his eyes on civil service -which he cleared successfully on second attempt. Choosing IAS as his career option was a right choice, saying 'yes' to a shy 22 year old girl was an even better choice. From the moment he first laid eyes on her on that awkward ceremony of 'girl meets boy with a cup of tea', he hasn't stopped loving her. At times he wondered whether his life was surreal. He had everything he thought - Money , power in form as the sub collector of his own district, and more importantly a beautiful wife who makes every -day of his life magical. - -"Let's go to temple. We couldn't go yesterday for your birthday", said keerthi - -hiran looked at her again, 'how lucky i am to have her' ,he thought and gave a warm smile and a nod. - -"I will freshen up and come quickly." - -When hiran came back, he had a visitor in like a man who is past -front of his house. He seemed his sixties. - -"5 minutes ", hiran said to keerthi and asked the man to come to his private study room. - -The old man was carrying a briefcase with him which he opened in front of hiran. - -"How much is it ?", asked hiran. - -"25 lakhs " replied the old man - -"Okay, that would do .. I would pass the files tomorrow itself.. " - -"Thanks sir, i need to go now.. - -I have a flight to catch ", said the old man. - -"There won't be any problems now.. You can ask someone to collect the documents tomorrow itself" , said hiran with his eyes firmly fixed on those notes. - -"Sir, i would like to have the briefcase back.. It's been kind of lucky for me" - -"Oh sure.. Why not", he carefully removed those bundles of notes one by one and placed at his table.As soon as the old man left the room, hiran started putting the money into his secret vault . - -'As i guessed, today is indeed a great day' , he thought. He thought of all the things he could buy with 25 lakhs. He was planning on some heavy purchases and finally it seems like the right time. - -"hiran ... hiran ... Come Quickly", sound of Keerthi reached his room. - -As he reached the hall , he saw some unexpected people. Few men were doing rounds in his house, he felt a pat on his back - -"Sir, I am Nagesh from Vigilance Department, We have received a -complaint from the owner of JK constructions... " - -Hiran felt for a moment that he is going to be unconscious. He couldn't listen to the entire speech of the officer. He only heard bits and pieces of what Nagesh said. - -"... We need to examine your hands to see if there are any traces of chemical in your hand" - -".... We need to check your study room... Here is the warrant " -hiran knew what had happened. - -He has just fallen in trap of one of the con games of Vigilance Department. They would have put some chemical in the currency notes and having moved them from briefcase, traces of those chemicals would be in his hand too. He had been caught red handed. It was starting to feel like a perfect day, how quickly everything had changed. A suspension , time in prison - future doesn't look bright as it seemed 10 minutes back. - -hiran cursed himself and that moment when he decided to take that -money. He was a honest person when he started out his career, but peer pressure and need for money made him corrupt just like everyone else.Every single officer he knows is corrupt, but none of it is gonna matter now, they weren't caught for their action , he will be. - -'My life is over', hiran said to himself. - -Tears rolled down his eyes as officers put handcuffs. People who had saluted him before has a funny grin in their face now, the only thing he could do was bend his head down. He couldn't face Keerthi, he felt pain beyond describing – all his life's work is gonna shatter now.Keerthi was speechless at the turn of events, she stood there motionless. - -When hiran was taken away in a vehicle, a drop of tear fell from her eye.She couldn't believe that her husband was a corrupt officer. She wiped tears from her face and dials her phone. - -"Shyam[pause], Don't worry about divorce. It's going to be easy now" - -# Monday - -When vigilance officer Nagesh reached his home , it was 6 am in the morning. Arresting the sub collector was no small thing, he had answers to give to his various heads in department. He was so tired when he came back home. - -"Nagesh, you look really tired .. Get some sleep", his wife said. - -"I ought to be tired, last two days were hectic", he replied. - -Meanwhile 11 year old son of Nagesh woke up hearing the sound of -vehicle. - -"Dad Did you buy that box i told you about" - -"I went into shop yesterday son, they told they don't have it. I will get it from a shop in town tomorrow", Nagesh replied - -"But, i saw it in that shop yesterday", his son was definitely curious. - -"rakesh, don't you have a test today.. Go and learn it. I will be coming to ask you questions", mom said saving Nagesh from a tight corner. - -"Nagesh , why do you keep lying to our son?. Just buy him that box, you know what he did.. he tried to steal a similar box from his friend this friday.. His teacher called me to discuss about it... i was really embarassed" - -"I am sorry hon, i was too busy over this week and kept forgetting about it.. I will buy it today itself.. By the way, what test he is having today ?" - -"Moral Science.. Let me go and ask him few questions, his grades were poor last term" - -# Day of realization - -"rakesh, you revised chapter 5?" - -"Yes Mom" - -"Let me ask some questions, give me your notebook" - -"So what is chapter V about?" - -"It's about SIN mom" - -"Okay . First question .. Give some examples of sin" - -"Some of the examples of sin are stealing, cheating , accepting bribes ,lying etc " - -"Good. Next Question.. What happens to sinners?" - -"God Punishes the sinners for their action." - -"Okay very good . Next Question. What is hypocrisy?" - -"That is a long answer mommy. I haven't learned it yet" - -"Learn it quickly. Don't waste time" \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/content/stories/toyou.md b/content/stories/toyou.md deleted file mode 100644 index 434f447..0000000 --- a/content/stories/toyou.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,276 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: "To You Neha" -date: 2014-08-31T00:00:00+05:30 -draft: false ---- - - -"What is your opinion on dowry ?" , she asked me while laying on the terrace with me looking at the starry night - -"Stupid Question Neha. C'mon don't spoil the night " , my eyes focussed on the luminous full moon at this time. - -She turned her head sideways so that she could see my face, My cold and dull response hasn't gone so well with her. - -"Okay Rahul, another Question then. Hopefully you will like this one" - -"Shoot" - -"What is your opinion on Life after death ?" - -I turned my head sideways, she looked gorgeous in moonlight. Tiny light from the farthest of heavens came down that one moment -to make her face glow with a mystic beauty or so I thought,I put my hand under her head and said in my sweetest tone - -"You know the thing about Life after Death is ... - -It is crap. - -Utter Nonsense!! When we die , we just vanish. - -It is a lie among all the other lies that surrounds us. - -Unreal. - -You want to know what is real.. - -The comet we are waiting for, the one which appears once in 76 years. - -That is real. - -So stop this stupid talk of yours or else we might miss it " - -I knew I had said something really bad to her, but I was too excited about the comet that I felt even Neha became a distraction. - -She pushed my hands and got up quickly . She was starting to leave the terrace but not before saying this - -"To hell with you and your stupid comet!! - -You are the least romantic person in the whole world - -I am off to bed. You can stay here along with your comet. - -Don't bother coming down." - -Angry women always likes to have the final say in scheme of things. Knowing this ,I kept quiet. - -She would have looked at me once again , violently stroked her legs at the firm ground twice or thrice and moved her head both ways to show her dislike at the turn of events. I also imagined her going down the stairs calling me idiot and other names from her list of parliamentary swear words. This made me laugh, thinking how much I know about her. - -I cleared my mind soon and got back to observing the sky. It could be any minute from now. - -It was 8th March of 1986 . - -After 5 minutes and 47 seconds ,I saw Halley's comet passing through the skies in full glory. My eyes not even blinking following the comet and its beautiful tail with a pounding heart that can't contain its excitement anymore. - -Moments before the comet disappeared from my horizon, I remembered the purpose of my night out - -I made my wish! - - -I laughed for a while like a mad man and then tears rolled down my cheeks one by one. - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - -On April 1st of that year the most unexpected thing happened. My inlaws decided to visit our home after the cold war that existed ever since my marriage with Neha. It was not a marriage that they approved of and it took almost 2 years for them to finally cool off and approve me as their son in law. Neha was extremely happy that day and I could see it in her face. Obviously I was happy too, it was always a regret that she carried with her that she somehow wronged her parents by marrying me. She loved me ofcourse, enough to blindly say 'yes' to my marriage request without thinking of the chain of consequences that would follow. But she was a homely child and needed that parental recognition for her to be truly happy. And now she is. - - -The April Fools day had more surprises in store for me .I was positive though since the first surprise was truly a pleasant one with the visit of my inlaws. Among the other routines, I kissed on Neha's forehead as usual and left for work . It was a beautiful summer day and just before reaching the street where I worked,I took a turn and in about 10 minutes time reached the super speciality hospital. - -"So has the lab results finally come Doc ? . This long waiting period has put a lot of stress on me. You can't imagine the kind of life I had gone through ever since my last diagnosis. It is okay if I know something is wrong with me but this anticipation , It really hurts doc .I know that you needed time to get the results and stuff. I know all that , but I am just saying ..things like this , one can't wait for ever .I am sorry,I am just too emotional and don't know what to say. " - -"Rahul.." - -"It is just that everything has finally turned allright. My wife's parents , they turned up today and all our issues due to marriage is now over. They have finally accepted me the 'orphan' as part of their family. Can you believe that ? It is a big thing for me and for my wife too. You have to see her face , she is really happy and I want her to be happy .I want to share all that happiness with her but I can't do this way.I just can't .I am sorry doctor ,I am blabbering . Just tell me whatever it is." - - -"Rahul , the results confirm our preliminary diagnosis. You have.... " - -"CANCER.." ,I filled the blanks which doctor was finding a hard time to fill. - -"Sorry Rahul.I was hoping for a better result." - -"It is okay Doc. The funny thing is Iam turning 28 in another 3 days. So much future ahead of me I had thought once , so much of youth left in me right ? ; All those dreams I had , they mean nothing anymore . How could such a thing happen to me Doc ? I mean I never drank , never smoked , excercised regularly and took good care of my health. How could god , if such a person ever exist do something like this to me ? especially now when everything else have turned alright ." - -I was about to cry like how I used to do when I felt lonely in my orphanage. But somehow I managed to stay strong. - -"You Know Life has always been so difficult for me right from the beginning , yet somehow I had managed to put on a fight against all the odds and I finally thought I had everything in my grasp. Everything I ever wanted and then the world comes shattering down on me only to make me appear as a fool, a fool for having hoped for a good life .I must be the biggest fool on this April Fools day , a fool who thought that he could be happy " - -"Rahul . You must not lose hope ..." - -"One last question Doc .I don't want to waste your time .I am already a lost cause . How much more time do I have ?" - -"It depends on various factors" - -"A number doctor.I need a number . approximately " - -"Hard to say Rahul. For some it is 7 to 8 Months .. It also ..." - -" Thanks Doctor" - -I rushed out from the hospital as fast as I could without giving a proper chance for doctor to complete. I went to the parking lot and found comfort in the confined space of my car where I cried like never before. It was the most honest moment of my life.I realized at that moment what means the most to me. I drove my car to home to see my wife and I hugged her that day like it was my last. - - - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - -My Husband died on December 24th of 1987. - -It was Christmas eve . - -Everyone was celebrating on that day. Doctor's , nurses , office staff - They all greeted each other with their 'Happy Christams' and 'Merry Christmas' wishes while I succumbed into a level of pain which knew no limits. - -I felt truly alone in that hospital on that chilly night. No words of consolation brought any relief to me. What everyone found surprising which I learned later was how I never cried. Not a single drop of tear came from my eye . What they didn't realize was that only living people cried ,I was already dead by the time Rahul left me . Or so I thought. - - -I met Rahul the most unusal way. - -It was during a chess competition. It was the 80's and I had got myself into a FIDE state level event. With some good luck going for me,I was able to reach the semi final where I was supposed to play against Rahul. Rahul was a higher rated player than me and I honestly didn't think I had a chance to move into the finals. - -Rahul won the first match quite comprehensively. It was a best of three event and my confidence had hit rock bottom after the first match. But to everyone's surprise I won the 2nd and 3rd matches even after making few big errors . Rahul's rating dipped down to an all time low and I moved into the finals. I wasn't good enough to win the finals, but my photo appeared in some newspapers and my dad and mom were really proud of my achievement.I didn't feel deserved to get all this attention though,I kept on thinking as to why that guy after playing such a brilliant first game lost his complete touch for the remaining two. -It remained a mystery for sometime until I got that letter. - - -A letter came to me almost a week after from Rahul. - -It was addressed as 'to Neha, State Level FIDE Finalist' - -The letter had just three words - -" Be My Queen ." - -I was angry at first for someone having the courage to send such a letter . Then I smiled , a kind of smile whose meaning could be ony understood by another woman. - -I met Rahul on a coffee shop and I asked him what the meaning of all this was and why he played so poorly from the 2nd game. - -"I have seen you many times before Neha. I used to live in the orpahanage next to your block .I know so much about you already. For instance I know at what time you catch your bus to college ,I know when you return back from college .I know that you like color blue alot since almost all your dress have a shade of blue .I know that you like golgappa since you have it everyday from the street vendor .I have even had golgappas with you few times but you have never noticed. I know you love your dad by the way you talk to him while jogging and how you put your arms around his shoulder while returning . I know that you really don't like going to temple but your mom forces you to and you would do it because it makes her happy. You see Neha, I have started going to temple just so that I could see you on those fridays. I have loved you and your family so much even after staying so distant from all of you. Please don't think of me as this weirdo for stalking you even if maybe I am." - - - -" -So imagine what would go through the mind of Rahul , the so called 'orphan chess prodigee' . Chess was the only thing that made an orphan like me special Neha . It means a great deal to me , but when I met you as my opponent - it was something which I never expected ,I won the first match to prove my strength .I lost the 2 remaining matches to show that I am willing to go to any level of sacrifice for your friendship. Suddenly chess was not the most important thing in my life ,I wanted to see you happy ,I wanted to see you win which is why I made those errors. " - - -When I looked into Rahul's eyes that day I saw a sincere , earnest and innocent man whom you instantly know you could trust for life. We became good friends from that moment . We had many things in common and yet many things that were different. We agreed on many things fought on many other . At some point I felt that there is something more than a friendship and to my parent's huge disappointment I married Rahul and became his 'queen'. - ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -It was New Years day of 1988 . It was the most tensed day of my life .I was driving back home after visiting a family friend when I received call from my wife. In a moment of panic she blurted out that our only daughter had tried to hang herself to death using a rope . She immediately took help from one of our male servants and took Neha to the nearest hospital. When I reached hospital my wife was sitting shell shocked and I sensed some really bad news. - -To our greatest relief Neha survived that day, It was also on that day that I heard from the doctor that Neha was pregnant .I didn't know whether this was good or bad news. But when I told about this to my wife , she smiled and told me that it is definitely good news. She believed that our daughter would need some strong reason to live and this child might give her that reason, to come back and live a normal life , to be a mother and to be our Neha again. - - -I was honestly surprised at how accurate my wife was. Neha soon started taking good care of herself and we were starting to get back our old Neha bit by bit. - -On September 29th of 1989 Neha gave birth to a baby boy. After a long period of sadness and grief , this baby became the reason for our small happiness. Me and my wife cuddled Neha who was holding that baby , it was in that moment I realized the true value of a family. We had gone through lot of pain and sadness , our life was filled with nothing but sorrow and darkness and here there was - the small child in Neha's hand , a hope for a new future . - -It was me who suggested to name him Pradyot , since the child really was a ray of light illuminating our lives from darkness. - -It was the beginning of what I would call reasonable happy days .I could still see in Neha a lot of sadness ,I knew very well that she wouldn't fully be able to forget Rahul or she would entirely become happy . But I was sure of one thing , as long as her son existed , my daughter wouldn't think of doing anything foolish again. We never bugged Neha about another marriage because we knew how deeply she loved Rahul and we knew that any extra pressure from our side might lead to a disastrous result. - - -It must be also said that we never took anything for granted. We really felt like evey new day with Pradyot was a gift from -the heavens. We laughed a little extra for his acts, we applauded a little more . We were determined not to make him feel like he is missing his father , I tried to be the best grandfather any kid can possibly have and all three of us tried our best to fill the vaccum which Rahul had left. - - -Years went by quickly and we all felt that bad days are past us. But like always we are just actors playing out the roles of a script return by someone. Who are we to know what twists and turns lies ahead of us. ? - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - -I am an agnostic . It means I don't fully agree nor disagree to the question of whether there is someone called god. Through out my life there has been various experiences which made me embrace and question faith. I think I was a very religious person until my 15th birthday,I would owe it mostly to my grandmother and grandfather. In a short span of 15 years ,I think they managed to make me visit almost all the temples one can visit in south India .I soon understood that it was more fear than anything else that made my family this relegious. They feared that something will happen to me just like my father and they believed that only gods had the power to alter future. - -Like I mentioned before , the fist incident that made me question faith happened on my 15th birthday. My beloved grandmother who loved me so much died on that very day. She was trying to cross the road when a lorry came from nowhere and hit her. She had gone to a temple to do a special pooja for me and was returning back home. - -I cursed all the gods whom I worshiped that day and sweared never to bow down my head anymore to them. They took my father away before I was born and they now took my grandmother away from me when she had gone to temple only to pray for my good health and that too on my birthday.I never celebrated my birthday afterwards . The death of grandma worsened things for grandpa . -He was never the same guy again, the tragedy was more than what he could bear. But surprisingly my mother endured through this , she was the person who held our family together through the tough times. - -We lost grandpa 7 years later. His health had declined through these 7 years and death was the eventual course of action that -all of us knew was bound to happen. The day in which he died will be remembered by many Indians . It was the 2nd of April 2011 -the day Indian cricket team won the world cup.I used to feel like tragedy striked our family in a cold and ruthless manner, on days when everyone else gets to celebrate - we get to cry. At 1 am in a hospital room ,I relized that my family had shrunked to just 2 members - me and my mother.I cried on the lap of my mother . Not a drop of tear came from her eyes through all of it. - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -It was April 2nd 2029 whenI finally got the test results . The first person I informed the news was his mother . -She was the most resillient women I have ever seen, a woman of incredible courage and strong will power .I took a day off from office and went to meet her. She was running an orphanage in memory of her husband , it was her life's work . After Pradyot married me , she moved to the orphanage and has been busy on its working. - -She used to visit us on saturdays , spend a day with our two children and then leave on Sunday. When I told her about the test results she broke down for the first time. This repetition of tragedy over the course of time was simply unbearable for her. She held my hands tightly and said with moist eyes. - - -"It is not 1986 .I was a dumb lady who didn't know what to do to save my husband . - -You are a doctor Sandhya ,.... this is 2029 ..... You can save him - -You can save your husband. - -My grand children .....needs their father .....I need my son . - -You should do everything..... in your power to save him" - - -My marriage with Pradyot was strictly an arranged one. We didn't even knew each other properly .I was studying in HMS when the proposal came in through a family friend. He was also in Boston running his start up at that time. It was after 1 year into our marriage that I realized that our marriage was not merely a coincident. It was a plan envisioned by Pradyot's mother to save her son if something goes wrong. - - -My research at HMS was on 'Possible cures for Cancer' ,I was working with the leading experts on the topic at possibly the best lab in the entire world dedicated to cancer research. It still remains a mystery to me how she managed to find me and how she executed the entire marriage thing. Perhaps the love of a mother for her child is the strongest force on earth , one that can even set in motion events that triggers miracles. - - - - ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -//Wikipedia Entry// - - -List of Nobel Prize winners in medicine - - - -Year Awarded to Achievement -**** ************ ******************* -2029 Harvard Medical School For their breakthrough invention of the first ever - Cancer Research centre cure for cancer - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ - -So Guess Iam a lucky guy to be back again in this story line. I survived my scare with cancer when I was 39 . It was a miracle that brought me back to life , a miracle that made me a believer again of a force whom I believe has a greater plan for all of us.They say that my wife's work was instrumental in HMS finally coming up with the cure that saved millions of people's life.I wonder sometimes whether all the bad things that happened in our family was for leading upto this one invention . Then I realize that maybe Iam getting a bit ahead of myself by thinking such things. Who really knows anything for certainity ? - - - -There is one other thing which happened somewhat later (circa 2045) , a small event which many might think is trivial yet very relevant to the storyline of my family. It was a letter which my father had written to my mother dated 8th March 1986.I found it in a dusty little envelope while sorting things out in the basement.I don't know if my mother had seen this before .Ihope she had seen this , since there is no way I could show this to her now. - -"To You Neha, - - -When I came downstairs you were fast asleep. I know that you are angry at me for what I said tonight.Iam really sorry if I hurt you somehow. I know that I have been acting somewhat weirdly for about a month now. I promise you that things won't be the same going forward. - -Do you know the old myth about comets ? They say that whatever wish we make it an honest heart while seeing a comet comes true. When I saw that Halley's comet today ,I was thinking all about us.I wished with all my heart that we are together forever and no force ever seperates us. That was my wish dear . - -And I hope that this wish will come true. - -Ever Yours, - -Rahul " - -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - -Year 2069 July 27th - - - -News Presenter : After the break, we bring you the story of this Indian family of 9 members who have travelled half way across the world so that they can see "Halley's Comet" a bit more clearer and closer - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -A 75 year old Pradyot looks up into the clear night sky at a little farmland at some distant corner of the world. With him is his wife , their children and grand children. There is a sense of anticipation in all their eyes . Within seconds a bright shiny thing appears in their horizon , they point their fingers up in the sky as the comet moves through the heavens . At this moment when the comet appears to be bidding goodbye to earth with a promise to return after 76 years , what will be going through this family's mind and what will be their wishes. - -Do they believe in life after death ? 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Purpose

Okay. So this is going to be a difficult topic to write about. Difficult, because I need to do some soul searching to write about purpose, this thing that propels me to wake up, do something and navigate this journey called life . To put simply, what is the purpose that I seek in my life other than the act of mere survival? And i want to do all this in a way where i am not just doing virtue signalling or projecting an altruistic version of myself, but instead it becomes an attempt at trying to make an accurate and honest assessment of my thoughts on this topic so that it becomes a marker of this time that i can later revisit.

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Purpose

Okay. So this is going to be a difficult topic to write about. Difficult, because I need to do some soul searching to write about purpose, this thing that propels me to wake up, +do something and navigate this journey called life . To put simply, what is the purpose that I seek in my life other than the act of mere survival? And i want to do all this in a way where i am not just doing virtue signalling or projecting an altruistic version of myself, but instead it becomes an attempt at trying to make an accurate and honest assessment of my thoughts on this topic so that it becomes a marker of this time that i can later revisit.

I will be a complete jerk if I am not cognizant of the fact that I am somewhat privileged to be in a position where I can even ponder about these things. +For a significant proportion of the world’s population, surviving day to day itself is a daunting task. I feel it’s somewhat disingenuous then +to speak about the problem of having purpose, a no-nonsense colleague of mine typically categorize my thoughts on this subject +as “First world problems” . In a way he is true, in the wide scheme of things my ramblings are about something at the very top of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs .

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Fig 1 Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs (Wikipedia)

For a large chunk of human history, our needs were mostly physiological in nature. Food, Shelter , sex etc were the only things that +early humans predominantly cared about. There were few folks who had extra time and did art such as the folks who did Lascaux Cave paintings , but even for them the larger theme of life should have revolved around these items in the lower part of the pyramid. With each generation, the wisdom and progress +that came with it made the task of getting the basic needs satisfied relatively easier. So with passing of time we started adding new stacks to our pyramid of needs and what +was a relatively uncomplicated algorithm for “living a good life” started becoming complex, confusing and unsatisfactory. The missing piece of the puzzle is self-actualization which is right at the top of the pyramid and where this discourse on purpose would also land. This has been a void (or is it?) that has helped a booming “self help books” industry to grow, people have spent tons of money and time on getting to know the recipe to crack this. Most people have failed and this essay is not my proclamation that I have figured it out. Instead it is my reflections and thoughts , the ebb and flow of which had led to many sleepless nights.

So If you ask me what my purpose in life, it will be hard to give a straightforward answer since it’s just not one traceable signal, it is a combination of various signals that create this sense of meaning in my life. In computing there is this idea of breaking down a signal into individual components which when summed up would approximate for the original signal, this essay is an attempt at trying to decipher this larger signal running through my brain through my own version of Fourier’s Analysis and uncover some of the tiny individual signals it is made up of.

The theory of Thalavara (തലവര )

I grew up religious and all religions make a claim on providing a manual for getting purpose in life sorted out. The simplified version which most religions use is that “God has a plan for all of us”. Amma speaks often about തലവര , which is the malayalam word used to mean fate. If something is happening in a certain way, that’s because it’s their തലവര / fate. This is an easy idea to comprehend, the fact that god already has drafted the plan for us means that +we needn’t really worry or think deeply about purpose, our purpose is predetermined, we can’t do a course correction and are nothing but wooden logs passing through +a river whose direction is controlled by the stream that god creates. “What is expected to happen shall happen” is the key idea here and this is a simple explanation +that strikes a chord with most people. This made sense to me at a certain point of life, i think it is the simple explanation of the concept that makes it popular +with people.

Religions(CULT + TIME) also tend to add another layer of abstraction over this idea , while sequence of events that will happen in life remains deterministic in nature , there is a prize +at the end of all of this which is much larger than life itself. It could be moksha - an escape from birth/death cycle or it could be the bliss of reaching heaven. There is often a moral code of conduct , a set of do’s and don’ts that are laid out by religions which determines the eligibility for the final prize. So a life lived following the do’s and don’ts as stipulated by our belief systems could be equated to a purpose driven life also.

In Devs , a TV series that i saw recently this idea of determinism is explored in an interesting way. The series revolves around this tech company that builds a quantum computer, this special machine can do a lot of number crunching in a scale that is unprecedented and they are able to model cause and effect with remarkable precision, this leads to an important discovery , a true WTF moment in the show where protagonist learns that life is deterministic and concept of free will is an illusion . I think watching this show kind of made me think deeply about the theory of Thalavara and i can’t make my mind up fully whether it is BS or there is something there which can’t be explained by the slicing and dicing of rational thought.

Simulation Hypothesis

Okay, so this is a theory that I had thought about a lot ever since college. The hypothesis here is that life as we know is a simulation. if you started thinking about the movie Matrix, hold onto your thoughts; let’s look at Simulation Hypothesis through another lens. So I read this short story by Issac Asimov which is called the last question when I was in college, it had a lasting impact on how I thought about this hypothesis. In the story humans build this super computer that is tasked with finding a solution for the impending doom of the universe. As humans continue to build it over many generations, +the system always gives the same answer.

“THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.”

After the eventual death of civilization and the universe, the machine which now exists in another dimension still continues to crunch numbers to find a solution to the problem. +Finally the super computer finds a solution to the question, but it has no one to report the answer to. In conclusion the system announces.

“LET THERE BE LIGHT!” And there was light!! This is one of my favorite endings for a short story. The idea that creation of the universe itself is an act of experiment, a simulation that is run by a supremely intelligent being is surprisingly coherent with ideas that we see from religions. It is just that God (the supreme being) here is the programmer/ scientist who is running this simulation. The Issac Asimov story is special since it takes a spin on this idea and goes on to say that it is we humans who set things in motion in the first place.

Big Bang

Fig 2 Big bang in the imagination of an artist.

There are many folks who believe that there is a chance that we are living in a simulation. Some of the famous supporters include Nick Bostrom , Elon Musk etc. Even though it sounds outlandish, I have an inkling that there is something credible to the theory. +This year I tried to build a small simulator program that simulates a certain phenomenon, even if the simulation didn’t mimic the exact process I was +convinced that given enough domain knowledge and computer power thrown at it, it should be possible to do really good simulations . One might ask, is it possible to mimic the complex patterns that we see in the world?

Take the case of Conway’s Game of life, a very popular program. From a very simple set of rules, interesting patterns emerge which appear to be completely random but are clearly deterministic based on the initial configurations. Another example that comes to my mind is how video games have evolved over time, even when the representation of the world has been 2 dimensional they have surprisingly got more realistic over time. If we take our physical world, everything that we see in it is built from a finite set of elements that we can neatly categorise in this thing called periodic table, a rule about filling electron shells leads to the formation of compounds and everything that we see around us. So I would say yes, it should be possible for complex patterns to emerge from a simulation.

But let’s come back to what it would mean for an individual’s purpose to realize that there is a good chance that the world we live in is a simulation. For me personally, if the simulation argument is proven to be true it would mean that the rich meaning that i seek in life is probably non existent. You can very well think of life as a game and you are a player who can strategize to maximise or minimise a state that you care about. Different states could be money, fame, knowledge , adventure etc or it could be a combination of these states.

In this case the purpose is whatever the individual seeks, it could be building a business that makes a ton of money , it could be running an NGO that helps the poor, it could even be becoming the president of the United states. Irrespective of the purpose, every player in the game would eventually run out of his/her time ; some might get more time, some less, the simulation doesn’t care. There is no differentiation from a simulation’s perspective on measuring some as having led a good life or not. There are no brownie points that take us to a heaven or a better place. There are no negative points for being a xenophobic head of state who clings on to power by polarizing people based on identity. Once you are dead, from a simulation’s perspective you are now just an entity that is removed.

This is the troubling thing for me about the simulation hypothesis. I think the world becomes immoral if every individual just thinks about maximising or minimising the state. I have often felt that It is this moral sense of right and wrong within each individual that guides us to create a good society and therefore a better world. So yeah it will be +kind of a bummer if we are indeed living in a simulation even though as a sci fi enthusiast i find the idea interesting.

We are a fluke

While simulation hypothesis is something that we can debate over whether it’s just science fiction or not, one thing that is undebatable is this fact that our existence is an especially surprising piece of luck. This is obvious especially from biology when the science of reproduction is discussed, of the millions of sperms that are in contention for fertilization of egg, only one makes it and if let’s hypothetically say another sperm had fused with the egg instead then our genetic makeup , our features and even gender could have been different. In other words the odds of us being us was very low, and it is an incredible luck that it is us who had the opportunity to arrive in this world.

Another place where this luck is very obvious is Astronomy. Anyone who has gazed up in the skies has wondered if someone else is up there right? The scientific community has put a name to this general doubt as Fermi’s paradox. The paradox here is given the vastness of the universe and the billions of stars and planets in various galaxies, why haven’t we come across any other life forms / aliens ? There have been many explanations that have been suggested but the one that makes sense to me is that it is not easy as it sounds for life to take shape in a planet. Lots of interesting things have occured in a very specific order to reach a point where earth can harbour life. For instance Earth exist in this special region called Goldilocks Zone, in simple terms our planet is at the right distance from its star (sun) so that the temperature is just right and there is liquid water. Without this defining characteristic there is no way life would have emerged on earth. And surprisingly it’s not just earth, even our moon has a huge impact on stabilizing earth’s orbit and ensuring that we have predictable weather patterns etc. Now zoom back and think about big bang, what are the odds of the formation of milky way galaxy , what are the odds of the formation of a solar system where our planet comes in a goldilocks zone, what are the odds of having the perfect moon that stabilizes the orbital tilt and helps in creating weather patterns that facilitates life. Add on to this all the luck that our species had while various life forms started emerging and then to become the dominant species that can read and write essays like this, i wonder isn’t this all some form of sheer dumb luck? A series of miracles spread out into antiquity.

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle
+
+~ Einstein
+

Some argue that the fluke argument also is definite proof that things exist by design and hence the proof for existence of God. I don’t subscribe to the the creation by design argument, but i am willing to concede that the fluke argument also can be seen as another outcome of the simulation hypothesis argument where these miracles are just a bunch of states that the simulation designer had programmed to happen. Anyways this realization of incredible luck that we see in our own origin and the origin of our planet does affect how we look at purpose in life. Personally for me it is this realization that life is this very rare gift, while it seems to be a ride with lots of ups and downs along the way, the very fact that we are alive right now and inhabiting this planet with another 7 billion people is something that one needs to be grateful for.

Pale blue dot

Fig 3 Pale blue dot, Photograph taken by space probe Voyager 1 of earth in 1990

With this incredible luck, there is also sadly this feeling of isolation when we look at the cosmos. While many people who haven’t got the memo yet, think that the universe runs around them, in reality the cosmos doesn’t care about our existence, our actions are insignificant in the larger scheme of things going around in the universe. This transition from everything revolves around Earth and us special humans (Geo-Centric model) to we are this insignificant species in a tiny pale blue dot that has no realistic chance of making a dent on the universe has been painful for humanity.

Pale blue dot

Fig 4 Calvin and Hobbes comic strip

Rather than focussing on the insignificance of our actions, I think we can use this knowledge to take better care of our planet and its inhabitants. Once in a while I listen to this monologue called Pale blue dot which touches on this subject , every time i listen to it i feel a sense of calmness and it also kind of give a renewed purpose and outlook towards life.

I think Carl Sagan sums it up beautifully in these final words

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
+
+~ Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot
+

In our natural world, we observe a few patterns that keep on repeating, none of them is as significant as the pattern of growth and decay. We see it on the plant that has just bloomed and +given a beautiful flower. The beauty of this flower exists only for a fleeting moment in it’s growth phase and it eventually succumbs into the decay phase. This is a pattern that keeps repeating over and over wherever we look. Wisdom from the ages has been that there is no escape from the eventual doom as this growth and decay is a fundamental tenet of our universe. +Everyone who is reading this will bid bye to this world eventually, it is more a question of time than if. Despite the gloomy end there is a silver lining here, and that silver lining is +visible when we understand that maybe life, it’s not about the individual, it’s about US as a collective, the story of our species and it’s survival over trying circumstances, the fact that we are playing a small part in keeping the greatest show running on Earth.

With the modern amenities that we all enjoy, we sometimes forget how fragile our world really is. There are external cosmic events which could wipe out our existence in seconds. But let’s not worry about them since the odds of any of such events happening is quite low and if they do happen there is very little we can do , so it’s better we don’t worry too much about them at this point of time. More than the external threats , the internal threats caused by us humans are more worrying. The risk of doom by nuclear winter, prolonged damage to our ecosystem through climate change etc are more imminent risks that we need to work collectively to find a solution for. Finding solutions to these problems are challenging because they need the collective effort from all our fellow beings without looking at their personal/regional interests and that is next to impossible for a society which glorifies individual achievement more than collective achievement. On the knife edge is the survival of our species and the rich biodiversity that we are part of, it should be a common purpose for all of us despite our various ideological / religious / social differences that when we leave this world, we are leaving it better than how we found it. So taking care of our planet so that we don’t screw it up for future generations and being kind to one another should be a collective purpose for all of humanity. I guess this is an obvious thing to understand but I often feel frustrated on how very few get it.

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Hello World!

Thanks for checking out my website. My name is Krishna Sangeeth, I am a Machine Learning engineer from Kerala, India. +I have been working as a freelance engineer/consultant for the past year or so. Below is my career highlights so far.

I hold a Master's degree in Datascience and Engineering from BITS Pilani and a Bachelors Degree in Computer Science Engineering from +College of Engineering Chengannur.

I am a very curious person in general about the world and how stuff works. Some of this curiosity has made me decently good at building software. +I try and fail most days to embody the virtues of Stoicism. +I usually post my rants about life, universe and everything else in Twitter .

Last Updated : Nov 2024
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Projects

These are some of the open/inner source projects that I have built/worked on.

Chess Engine Analyzer

Object detection and segmentation of 2D chessboard + Stockfish Chess Engine analysis.

Offline Transcribe

OpenAI whisper models converted to coreml to run on iOS device for offline transcription.

Privy

MacOS app similar to superwhisper and macwhisper for offline real time transcription and formatting.

Libris.fm

Libris.fm - An iOS app to listen to public domain audio books.

HN Client app

A client app for reading HN on the go.

DeepTick

Tools for deepwork productivity.

TermiChess

Play chess on your terminal.

Dulu

A small python library for doing OCR. Built on top of the florence2 vision model.

Pdf-chat

Simple implementation of RAG for Q&A on pdf document.

Toy DHT

A toy distributed hash table using consistent hashing, data replication, node addition and failover.

WhatTheLang

A python library for language detection.

Collaborators : Manoj

Vangogh

A prisma like web-app that performs Fast Neural style transfer.

Collaborators : Bala , Anurag

Morpheus

A toolkit for exploring fundamental algorithms in Linear Algebra.

Quidditch

An innersource framework for doing Anomaly detection.

Collaborators : Raghavan, Venkat, Adi, Raaghul, Gautham, Sharmili, Milan, Ebe

SIMS

An innersource simulator for mobility pattern written from scratch in Python using real world topology. +Inspired by OMNET++, with support for scaling upto 10K UE’s.

Collaborators : Venki, Adi

Video Plagiarism detection

Deep Analysis of video content to detect possible plagiarism.

Streaming Log Analytics

Analytics on streaming log data. Proof of concept.

Collaborator : Raaghul

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That thing about DSP

I don’t know if you had felt this before , but imagine you are doing some activity, something along the lines of walking on a crowded street with music over your ears and the street is quite busy with shopkeepers and people who are bargaining for groceries. Amidst such chaos , you seem to be lost somewhere, somewhere that is clearly not the present. The reason being you remember something, something that is funny and you let out a chuckle , your otherwise serious boring face acquires a smile , an honest one which doesn’t care about whether it is photogenic or not. The people who are walking opposite to you see the sudden transition in the face and thinks you are a weirdo, the biker who had just honked in front of you let out an unapologetic curse word. You walk away from the trouble and move away to the reality of present with much more optimism and a secret chant to yourself “Life is Good”.

The awesomeness of being Me :P

Let me set the context right. Context is a word that I use on a great deal these day. Whenever someone asks a tricky question whose answer I clearly don’t know, I usually speak something totally incomprehensible and end it with

“Well , At the end of the day - Everything depends on the context. Right?” +And who can disagree with that? :D

So it is the 6th Semester of college and the year is 2011 I suppose. I was a guy who entered into college with the thought process that I am going to ace the shit out of this thing. But after 5 semesters of engineering curriculum I found myself not in sync with the aspirations of the guy who took up Computer Science with awe and wonder & (other synonyms). The priorities have changed, drastically to the point that Ace ing / doing well w.r.t marks didn’t even figure in “Top 10 things to do this semester”. Even things like watching ‘IMDB Top 250’ had a significant higher priority in my silly mind at that point of time than when compared to something less sophisticated like studying. This was a strange transition for me . Before college , I had found great joy in mugging up the facts and writing these facts in paper and getting good marks. Good marks in a progress report was a significant dopamine triggering event for me back then.

I even used to thing that this was probably the only thing I am good at , write exams -> Score good marks -> Make parents happy. So the realization that midway in my path to become the greatest CompSci Engineer to have surfaced the planet , path to become yet another engineer — that I am no more good at something which I was particularly good before was strange. What was even more strange was how I felt about this transition . The fact is I didn’t feel sad or anxious about this, the truth is I had stopped caring about my academics at that point of time. It was as if I had crossed a bridge that took me to somewhere and somehow the bridge was burned to ashes with no way for me to go back and be the guy who I used to be. “Carelessly Carefree”, I told to a friend once as how I would describe myself without even knowing what that actually meant.

ഒരിക്കൽ രാജു മോൻ ചോദിച്ചു DSP എന്താണ് എന്ന്

DSP over the years have earned many names such as Digital Supplementary Paper , Double Supply Paper et cetra et cetra. Jury is still not out on what exactly it should be called as but what we have consensus on is the fact that it is one of the most difficult subjects in the engineering curriculum. And it is placed aptly in a semester where students are looking for reasons to bunk the class.

6th semester for a typical engineering student is a coming of age period where you have been handled the golden keys to college. The golden key , a metaphorical one gives the students the opportunity to exercise their fine talents in organzing college events as well as gives them ample opportunity to shape up their ego and fighting skills to survive the real world outside. All of us walked with a bit more air in our strides, our imagined self importance outweighed that of others and we celebrated it through laughters, pranks and everything imaginable to show that we are more hipper / cooler than others. The Limelight of coolness falls on people for different reasons. For people like me it happened by virtue of my incredible laziness.

The Laziness revolution that was spanwning up and DSP couldn’t exist peacefully in my humble mind and naturally I was gravitating more towards you know what. In my defence I did try initially to show some interest in the subject. I knew from the stories of seniors that this is one subject that I probably shouldn’t mess around with. So I made extra efforts to come out of my laziness comfort zone and take notes and all that. The first and last notebook that I bought in S6 was for DSP. Yes it did become the notebook for other 5 subjects too , but you must understand that in the front page of the book were written DSP in capital. I didn’t even write my name in the notebook to avoid any future embarassment, but I made it a point to write DSP as big as I can in that front page. Just goes to show you that I had all the intentions of studying this particular subject ;-) .

Until some diagrams and Fourier Transform arrived.

Magic Number Theory

Magic Number Theory is a mathematical equation that explains how engineering students especially the ones who have been fortunate to be inducted by CUSAT can find a stable state of entropy with minimum expenditure of effort.

“45 + 30 = 75”

75 is the magic number that is necessary for moving on to the next level. The most productive way of acquiring this number is by scoring 30 marks for the internal and 45 marks for the external exams. If you fail to secure the magic number then you would have to go through the ordeal of playing the same level again which is definitely not pleasant. By the time S6 started, I was a firm believer of the magic number theory. I could connect with it more than any other theories that were explained in great detail elsewhere. And also if your internal sinked below 30 then everyone , even people who never talk to you usually will come upto you and will tell you “You are under man” as if something terrible had just happened to you. Yes something terrible indeed, this means that you would have to make a visit to the Staff Room to meet the same person whom you have been trying to escape from the entire semester.

Sambavaami Hugo Hugo

Scoring 30 marks in internal is not that difficult. A student would only have to do the following things.

  • [1] Get your attendance marked - This requires one to be inside classroom unfortunately.
  • [2] Submit Assignments - Copy passages of gibberish text and images from large textbooks to A4 sheets.
  • [3] Get something more than single digit mark for series exams - Self Explanatory.
  • [4] Be nice to the teacher.

What happened to me was that I didn’t do any of these things. I really wanted to do #4 , but for doing that the teacher should actually get to see the student in class which din’t happen most of the time in my case. So it was a total disaster. +I received my first sign that a disaster was awaiting me when we were chit chatting with friends and the conversation gradually slipped into internals. Dasan was claiming that he had figured out the way by which internal marks are calculated and he can accurately predict everyone’s internal mark. He often claims to be the expert on many things and I don’t believe all of them but this time I was certainly hooked. I wanted him to predict the internal mark that I will receive for DSP. He asked me questions such as how many classes i had bunked, how many assignments i had submitted and what my series exam marks were. +After thoughtful calculation Dasan blurted out “16”.

“No . That can’t happen “, I said to myself.

16 marks for internal is a bad state to be in for any subject. But when the subject is DSP and you have no clue of what it is all about, you are mostly in a Do or Die situation. Since the Laziness revolution was in full swing the odds of me doing something was pretty less. I just hoped that Dasan got his calculation wrong and internal will be definitely better even if I haven’t done anything per say for it. Wishful Thinking at its best.

Reality Strikes

When someone told that internal marks sheet is published for DSP, my heart did skip a beat. I think I must have went with Dennis to go and check it. There was this feeling of something bad going to happen even at that moment. When I found Roll No 23 in the Internal marksheet of DSP, I swear at that moment the only thought that went through my head is “My pursuit of Happiness for becoming an engineer ends here”. There was nothing beautiful or interesting about the number 11. I have failed big time in following the magic number theory.

To secure a pass, I would have to score 64 marks in External exam. I have screwed up big time and there is no way I can get out of this. DSP was not the only subject where I was under in 6th semester, there was this other subject called Operating System for which I would have to put some extra effort to secure a pass mark. But I wasn’t worried about OS, it is a paper that I can easily bullshit my way through by writing long passages about the complicated and intricate manner in which an Operating System worked purely based on fiction and intution. But DSP is another beast all together - There are diagrams , formulas , problems that actually need to be solved with an expected final result that the teacher’s eyes will be searching for. My usual schemes of “transforming the goat to dog” won’t work here.

An offer You can’t Refuse

As countless other engineering students in my situation have done before , I decided to take the pluge and join my friends in visiting the faculty room and beg for some improvement in internal marks. Initially my pride prevented me from doing this, I am a huge fan of Mission Impossible scenarios and Napolean’s famous quote “Impossible is not a word in my dictionary”. However when I measured the facts that were stacked against me, I decided that Mission Impossible is best left for Tom Cruise and probably Napolean needed a better dictionary.

Me, Dennis and Dasan decided to visit the faculty room to meet our DSP teacher. I will never forget the setting of this moment in life. There were many things that we had in common , but the one thing that connected us more at that moment was the fact that we were all ‘under’ and had this hope against hope that somehow our teacher would increase the internal marks despite the fact that we were not deserving of such a raise in marks.

Our DSP Sir was playing Chess on a small board when we reached his desk. He was playing against himself and there weren’t much of pieces left on the board. For a moment there I imagined myself as a pawn in that chess game, blocked from any possible moves forward and at the mercy of a bishop who can take me down or not just based on whim.

Dasan being the most courageous, presented our case.

Having grown up watching and loving films of Mohanlal, the one thing I could make out clearly was where this talk was going. He was doing an emotional enactment of the scene from Chitram where Mohanalal requests Soman “Enne kollathirunnu koode”. Here it was more like

“B.Tech pass akaan ulla agraham kondu chodikkuva, +Njangale kollathirunnu koode. +Onnu mark kooti tharumo.”

Dasan’s emotional talk certainly did some good. Sir was atleast considering doing something for us. Dennis IIRC had the highest internal marks among three of us and he got the first offer. The offer was that Sir will do a suprise test the very next day and if Dennis does well on it, sir will change the internal marks to 30. Hearing this, Dennis got very excited and asked

“Okay Sir. Which all portions should i prepare for ?”

The response given by Sir was brilliant and dashed all the excitement Dennis had.

“All the modules in the Syllabus”.

All that Dennis could do was say “Ok. sir” and not turn up next day for the suprise test.

I was expecting only more embarassment but sir instead gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I would have to write answers to 4 previous years question papers and submit that as an assignment. If I do that , sir would improve the marks for me. I rushed back to MH and wrote the fastest assignment I have ever written copying answers from notebooks, textbook and any place I could find them. I thought while doing this what if I had done simple things correctly in this semester, the one feeling that was left over was disappointment for this humiliation that I have brought upon myself.

I entered the faculty room once again, I was alone this time around and sir wasn’t playing chess. I gave him my assignment and he glanced through it. He kept the assignment in his palm and tried to move it up and down as if he was weighing it. I was afraid that he will ask me to redo it. He was about to say something and then decided not to.

Sir took a small book , asked my roll number and changed my internal from 11 to 26.

I left the room with mixed emotions of gratitude and sadness.

The Day Before Exam

My real inspiration to do any sort of work in college has been “Last minute panic”. Most people were immersed in studies, everyone had a morbid fear of how DSP can screw things up. Finally I got my inspiration kick and It was only when I decided to study that I realized I don’t have a text book or notebook to study from. Someone lent me a copy of an old photostat copy which belonged to a senior whose name I couldn’t recognize.

Gopi and Pradyoth had attended tution during the study leave from one of those countless institutes which specializes in teaching subjects like DSP. Having learned some stuff , they were doing the not so typical “overakkal” of being the folks who have studied 2 modules already. I was frustrated and didn’t have a clue on what needs to be done. They called me and taught me something which took me about 2 hours to fully understand. I returned back to my room feeling greatful that I had learned atleast something about DSP. My room mate Vinu was panically going through the CUSAT question booklet. On seeing me , he asked me if I have learned anything. I told him that i just learned this particular topic that Pradyoth and Gopi taught me. Vinu stopped me for a moment and he told me he hadn’t heard about this particular topic. In a moment of frenzy I searched for the topic in syllabus , I couldn’t find it in the syllabus . I think we later found out that the topic was present in the syllabus for ECE and not in CSE.

Bloody Idiots!.

I didn’t want to look up my watch, so much of time has been wasted. I was clueless on what to do and felt uncapable of doing anything. I walked into the room of Aromal and he pointed me to this question which always appears on question paper. It was a question on describing the architecture of some DSP processor. He adviced me to go and learn about that particular processor. +I did that and learned some other things too.

Footnote

I did pass DSP on my first attempt scoring the exact 49 marks needed for a pass. Lucky me I guess :-D . I don’t believe there are any great insights that we can take away from events in our past.

Here are some final thoughts though.

  • Don’t screw up simple things just because you are lazy.
  • Shit Happens.
  • Don’t panic when it does.
  • Remember they all make interesting and authentic memories which would make you smile in future.
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How to Forget someone?

Forgetting someone is a difficult thing. Even when you think that you had sort of got over someone, there are these push buttons waiting to be activated in our brain which sends in waves of memories related to that person (whom we shall call as ‘Y’ going forward). The trigger occurs when we visit some particular place or do an activity that is usually associated with ‘Y’. Sometimes it gets triggered for no particular reason also . Anyhow , it is not a good feeling when the trigger hits and you are back again to square one thinking about ‘Y’ when you clearly know you should have totally forgot that person by now. +I thought about this for quite a bit of time today, maybe I owe the alcohol in my blood stream some credit for coming up with this thought all together. In this vague thought of mine, I imagine my silly little brain as something similar to an Operating System (OS) which i have fine grain control on. We have just identified a means to over ride the OS which mostly does shit that makes no sense and is full of erratic behaviors. Thanks to the most advanced brain programming technology, we now can send patches that will over ride the default behaviors and settings.

Creating the first Patch

Note : All Patches must be written in a new programming language which will be aptly called as BrainFuck2. +The first patch would be to solve this problem of forgetting someone. When we are really sure that we need to completely forget someone, we need to have the mechanism to do so and let’s get this done once and for all.

The Requirement

  1. Design a subroutine FORGET_PERSON(String Name) which will accept a person’s name as argument from the user.
  2. The subroutine when called should remove all the memories associated with the person whose name is passed as argument.
  3. Wait a second, we don’t want to delete all the memories right away. We need something like a pop up box to show up as a mental image.
  4. The pop up box in this case could be a video (similar to the year end video which facebook creates) , the background music can be sad.
  5. The user should be given 42 seconds to decide if he wants go ahead with permanent deletion of all the memories, if the user backs away then the subroutine should exit and pass the control back to the main program.
  6. If the user has decided with heavy heart to go with it or if the user hasn’t made a decision by 42 seconds , initiate the process for permanent deletion of all memories associated with Y.
  7. Memory deletion process should happen at night time during sleep and when the user wakes up next morning , person Y would have to be a complete stranger to the user.
  8. Don’t Fuck this up.

The Rough Plan

Step (i) :- The first thing the subroutine would have to do will be to get details of the first time the user met ‘Y’ , the process would have to get the timestamp of this event . Let’s call this value as the Alpha_Moment.

Step (ii) :- Similarly acquire Omega_Moment which will be the timestamp for the last memory the user posses related to ‘Y’.

Step (iii) :- Now all we have to do is find all the memories associated with ‘Y’ within these two time ranges (Alpha_Moment and Omega_Moment ) and delete them one by one.

Premature optimization is the root of all evil

You must know by now that Step (iii) is not going to be that easy. It is going to be a very slow process that can even take ages to complete. The part of difficulty is because we don’t have a pre-defined structure by which memory is organized. We need to think of a better way in which information related to each person can be stored in our memory. +A better data structure ?

{ Person A :
+[Met first time while travelling on a train ,
+………………………………………………………………………………….
+Became Friends ,
+…………………………………………………………………………………….
+Called on New Years eve and talked for 20 mins]
+Person Y :
+[Met for the first time,
+Talked for the first time,
+…………………………………………………………………………………….
+Decided to forget once and for all]
+}
+

This new data structure will be aptly called as PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE . +My initial analysis tells me that it will be a HashMap/ Dictionary of sorts with the persons image & name combination as the key. +The value will be a linked list where the first memory associated with the person will be the head of the linked list and last memory would be the tail. There would have to be a cron job or something akin which runs daily during sleep time which updates this linked list.

The Execution

(i) Subroutine FORGET_PERSON() gets called with Y as argument.

(ii) We do a O(1) lookup in the data structure PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE .

(iii) If the key is found delete the entire content of linked list. All the memories that is stored gets deleted instantly.

(iv) If by any chance , the user tries to access the empty value present in the data structure for the person ‘Y’ with a call such as +PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE.get(‘Y’) +or +PEOPLE_IN_MY_LIFE[‘Y’] +the user must be redirected to 404 mental image page with the below thought inserted

“Do you really know this person ? I don’t think you have met this person before. There is no memory related to this person available for playback.
+We are almost 100% sure that you don’t know this person from your past.
+Yours Sincerely,
+Brain
+

A Time for Second Thoughts

Now that the patch is ready in our new programming language , I am having second thoughts about whether this is a right thing to do. What does it really accomplish anyway? Even when we say we wish to forget someone real badly, there is a part of us that doesn’t want it. +Removing all memories associated with someone is the easiest path that we can all think of taking. Let’s not take the easy way out. Let’s keep our memories irrespective of whether they are good or bad. Our memories are what makes us who we are. Let’s keep them. +BTW Screw BrainFuck2.

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Jan. 30, 2016

That thing about DSP

I don’t know if you had felt this before , but imagine you are doing some activity, something along the lines of walking on a crowded street with music over your ears and the street is quite busy with shopkeepers and people who are bargaining for groceries. Amidst such chaos , you seem to be lost somewhere, somewhere that is clearly not the present. The reason being you remember something, something that is funny and you let out a chuckle , your otherwise serious boring face acquires a smile , an honest one which doesn’t care about whether it is photogenic or not.

Jan. 17, 2016

How to Forget someone?

Forgetting someone is a difficult thing. Even when you think that you had sort of got over someone, there are these push buttons waiting to be activated in our brain which sends in waves of memories related to that person (whom we shall call as ‘Y’ going forward). The trigger occurs when we visit some particular place or do an activity that is usually associated with ‘Y’. Sometimes it gets triggered for no particular reason also .

Aug. 31, 2014

To You Neha

“What is your opinion on dowry ?” , she asked me while laying on the terrace with me looking at the starry night +“Stupid Question Neha. C’mon don’t spoil the night " , my eyes focussed on the luminous full moon at this time. +She turned her head sideways so that she could see my face, My cold and dull response hasn’t gone so well with her. +“Okay Rahul, another Question then.

Feb. 23, 2012

Lifecycle; Story of Hypocrites

So this is a story that I wrote while in college. I had this idea in my head of creating a short film of sorts and the story kind of became a bit like screenplay. Anyways this got published in the college magazine and my dear editor/ director friend Anuraj did promise me that he will convert this story to a short film one day. I am still waiting for that day :-D

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\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/stories/index.xml b/stories/index.xml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76d143e --- /dev/null +++ b/stories/index.xml @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +Stories on whiletruelearnhttps://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/Recent content in Stories on whiletruelearnHugo -- gohugo.ioen-usSat, 30 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0530That thing about DSPhttps://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/dsp/Sat, 30 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0530https://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/dsp/I don&rsquo;t know if you had felt this before , but imagine you are doing some activity, something along the lines of walking on a crowded street with music over your ears and the street is quite busy with shopkeepers and people who are bargaining for groceries. Amidst such chaos , you seem to be lost somewhere, somewhere that is clearly not the present. The reason being you remember something, something that is funny and you let out a chuckle , your otherwise serious boring face acquires a smile , an honest one which doesn&rsquo;t care about whether it is photogenic or not.How to Forget someone?https://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/howto/Sun, 17 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0530https://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/howto/Forgetting someone is a difficult thing. Even when you think that you had sort of got over someone, there are these push buttons waiting to be activated in our brain which sends in waves of memories related to that person (whom we shall call as ‘Y’ going forward). The trigger occurs when we visit some particular place or do an activity that is usually associated with ‘Y’. Sometimes it gets triggered for no particular reason also .To You Nehahttps://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/toyou/Sun, 31 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0530https://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/toyou/&ldquo;What is your opinion on dowry ?&rdquo; , she asked me while laying on the terrace with me looking at the starry night +&ldquo;Stupid Question Neha. C&rsquo;mon don&rsquo;t spoil the night &quot; , my eyes focussed on the luminous full moon at this time. +She turned her head sideways so that she could see my face, My cold and dull response hasn&rsquo;t gone so well with her. +&ldquo;Okay Rahul, another Question then.Lifecycle; Story of Hypocriteshttps://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/lifecycle/Thu, 23 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0530https://whiletruelearn.github.io/stories/lifecycle/So this is a story that I wrote while in college. I had this idea in my head of creating a short film of sorts and the story kind of became a bit like screenplay. Anyways this got published in the college magazine and my dear editor/ director friend Anuraj did promise me that he will convert this story to a short film one day. I am still waiting for that day :-D \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/stories/lifecycle/index.html b/stories/lifecycle/index.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..038b40c --- /dev/null +++ b/stories/lifecycle/index.html @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +whiletruelearn/stories/lifecycle/

Lifecycle; Story of Hypocrites

So this is a story that I wrote while in college. I had this idea in my head of creating a short film of sorts and the story kind of became a bit like screenplay. Anyways this got published in the college magazine and my dear editor/ director friend Anuraj did promise me that he will convert this story to a short film one day. I am still waiting for that day :-D

Friday

It was just like any other day for Keerthi. She is used to this +drill for the last two years of her life. Her day starts at 6 in the morning, with waking up from the heavy arms of her husband. She has pile of things to do early morning from cleaning the leftover dishes to preparing breakfast. She does everything diligently with a sense of calmness that comes from experience of same routine for last 2 years,people who lived near their appartment envied her life. At age 24 she seems to have everything, a well earning husband , a 3 BHK appartment, +job as teacher at a nearby reputed school, a face that draws attention wherever she goes. In a world where marriage is a matter of convenience,the couple seemed to still have the spark within them.

By 8 am Keerthi and her husband start having their breakfast, in 30 minutes we can see both of them getting into their CAR which was bought just last week. By 8:50 Keerthi reaches school and her husband kisses on her forehead and bids goodbye. ‘A perfect life’, colleagues of Keerthi made that remark often with a touch of jealousy. Keerthi takes classes for 5th standard students. The only thing outsiders saw as missing in her life was a child of her own. keerthi somehow didn’t felt so, she genuinely loved students as her own children. She is a complete natural at teaching, one of those exceptions in her school who +inspite of being the ‘best outgoing student’ opted against other +professional courses which had attractive salary offers. Teaching, as she always used to say was her cup of tea, and students loved her for her wits and method of teaching.

On the 3rd hour of Morning session at 5 B, while giving students a problem to solve she noticed something. She saw one of her students stealing something, rakesh had thought that no one had seen his action of stealing the box. When the bell rang, Keerthi went to rakesh and asked him to come to staff room with her. rakesh still didn’t think that, his teacher saw what he did. He loved that box, couldn’t resist and took it.

“Rakesh, I saw you taking that Box”

“No Ma’am , I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me rakesh, it’s okay. I won’t tell this to anybody”

“But .. Ma’am .. I Did.. I didn’t….”

“I know you are a good boy. You should return that Box immediately and say sorry to Ishant”

“But Ma’am .. No one other than you saw it.. Should I return it?”

“God saw it son.. He can see all our actions. Now be a good boy and return it. Or Else God will think you are a bad boy which you are not.”

“What will God do if he came to know that I am a bad boy? "

“He will punish us for our sins rakesh, he sees everything..”

Saturday

“Shit.. I am late.. hiran is gonna kill me for being this late. " , She said to Shyam.

“Stay a little longer darling. It’s Saturday na, hiran would be having some meeting in office now… Stay a little longer” ,

Shyam’s voice sounded too irresistable for her. His eyes spoke lot more and she really felt the urge to stay. She moved her face towards him as if to plant a kiss and gently moved away teasing +him. He seized control over hands and whispered in her ears

“Not again.. You are too cruel dear”

“I really wish to stay Shyam. I just can’t . One week will pass quickly, hiran has this official trip coming up next week, we could meet up then. "

“Oh god.. One week feels like one year for me”, Shyam said still holding her hand.

“Next week when i leave , i will make sure you don’t complain Shyam”, with that she manages to get her hands off his grip.

“I will have a gift for you when we see next week”,Shyam said.

“What will that be? I don’t want any of those expensive diamonds like last time, what’s the use Shyam. I won’t be able to wear them anyways. hiran would ask questions…”

“Not diamonds dear, a piece of document… My divorce " , Shyam hugs her while saying those final words.

“You should present me the same gift soon.. I am waiting for it”, Shyam reminded her.

“Yes dear.. I will , I don’t want to hurt hiran now. I shall tell him after his official trip”, a tear fell from her eyes as she said this.Shyam saw her walking away from his house, he stood there in the balcony watching her take an auto to her home.

Images from his past flashed before his eyes. How he first proposed her while he was in 10th, How her father beated him heavily for sneaking into her room, how she smiled that day when she accepted his love, how the poor rich divide made him an ineligible suitor for her, how he watched her getting married to someone else, how determination and hardwork has made him one of the richest man in city, how he commited the mistake of marrying a girl who never understood him, how he met her again in the vastness of this city.Images from the past flickered through his mind.

“They thought i will loose her forever once she got married.I never lost her, She loved only me .. all her life, i was her love " , he said to himself.

She looks at her watch as she reaches home. hiran would be home soon and she knows it.She plans to make him some payasam, it is his birthday today.He was too busy early morning and was not able to visit the nearby temple like they used to. At 5.10 Door bell rang and hiran comes in swinging his briefcase, he accidently misplaces a framed photo while placing the briefcase. The frame which was made of glass broke into pieces as it fell down.

She was holding in a glass the freshly prepared Payasam when he said those words.

“Darling, our wedding photo fell down. I will fix the frame , so sorry about that.. I will fix it right away”

She felt her hands becoming sweaty, and for a moment she thought that she will drop the glass in her hand. She said with many pauses

" Don’t hurt yourself…. dear , the…. frame…. is made of …glass "

hiran looks at the photo once again and saw his wife and himself trying to smile at photographer’s wish to the background of a large cutout card which reads ‘hiran weds Keerthi’.

Sunday

It was a bright sunday morning. While Jogging at DH park , hiran looks up into the sky and says to himself ‘Today is going to be a good day’ . It was clear blue sky all around, clouds seem to have gone for a vacation.His last two sunday’s were spoiled because of rain. He had planned to go out with keerthi on those days, but rain had other plans. He calls keerthi immediately and tells her that they will go out today.

When hiran reached home , keerthi was all dresssed up in a beautiful green saree. She truly looked flawless. ‘Age can’t wither her infinite beauty…….’ , hiran learned literature in college, he couldn’t help thinking about shakespeare’s account on Cleopatra. Keerthi was his cleopatra, the girl of his dreams. hiran did most of the things right in his life. After completing degree in literature, he set his eyes on civil service +which he cleared successfully on second attempt. Choosing IAS as his career option was a right choice, saying ‘yes’ to a shy 22 year old girl was an even better choice. From the moment he first laid eyes on her on that awkward ceremony of ‘girl meets boy with a cup of tea’, he hasn’t stopped loving her. At times he wondered whether his life was surreal. He had everything he thought - Money , power in form as the sub collector of his own district, and more importantly a beautiful wife who makes every +day of his life magical.

“Let’s go to temple. We couldn’t go yesterday for your birthday”, said keerthi

hiran looked at her again, ‘how lucky i am to have her’ ,he thought and gave a warm smile and a nod.

“I will freshen up and come quickly.”

When hiran came back, he had a visitor in like a man who is past +front of his house. He seemed his sixties.

“5 minutes “, hiran said to keerthi and asked the man to come to his private study room.

The old man was carrying a briefcase with him which he opened in front of hiran.

“How much is it ?”, asked hiran.

“25 lakhs " replied the old man

“Okay, that would do .. I would pass the files tomorrow itself.. "

“Thanks sir, i need to go now..

I have a flight to catch “, said the old man.

“There won’t be any problems now.. You can ask someone to collect the documents tomorrow itself” , said hiran with his eyes firmly fixed on those notes.

“Sir, i would like to have the briefcase back.. It’s been kind of lucky for me”

“Oh sure.. Why not”, he carefully removed those bundles of notes one by one and placed at his table.As soon as the old man left the room, hiran started putting the money into his secret vault .

‘As i guessed, today is indeed a great day’ , he thought. He thought of all the things he could buy with 25 lakhs. He was planning on some heavy purchases and finally it seems like the right time.

“hiran … hiran … Come Quickly”, sound of Keerthi reached his room.

As he reached the hall , he saw some unexpected people. Few men were doing rounds in his house, he felt a pat on his back

“Sir, I am Nagesh from Vigilance Department, We have received a +complaint from the owner of JK constructions… "

Hiran felt for a moment that he is going to be unconscious. He couldn’t listen to the entire speech of the officer. He only heard bits and pieces of what Nagesh said.

“… We need to examine your hands to see if there are any traces of chemical in your hand”

“…. We need to check your study room… Here is the warrant " +hiran knew what had happened.

He has just fallen in trap of one of the con games of Vigilance Department. They would have put some chemical in the currency notes and having moved them from briefcase, traces of those chemicals would be in his hand too. He had been caught red handed. It was starting to feel like a perfect day, how quickly everything had changed. A suspension , time in prison - future doesn’t look bright as it seemed 10 minutes back.

hiran cursed himself and that moment when he decided to take that +money. He was a honest person when he started out his career, but peer pressure and need for money made him corrupt just like everyone else.Every single officer he knows is corrupt, but none of it is gonna matter now, they weren’t caught for their action , he will be.

‘My life is over’, hiran said to himself.

Tears rolled down his eyes as officers put handcuffs. People who had saluted him before has a funny grin in their face now, the only thing he could do was bend his head down. He couldn’t face Keerthi, he felt pain beyond describing – all his life’s work is gonna shatter now.Keerthi was speechless at the turn of events, she stood there motionless.

When hiran was taken away in a vehicle, a drop of tear fell from her eye.She couldn’t believe that her husband was a corrupt officer. She wiped tears from her face and dials her phone.

“Shyam[pause], Don’t worry about divorce. It’s going to be easy now”

Monday

When vigilance officer Nagesh reached his home , it was 6 am in the morning. Arresting the sub collector was no small thing, he had answers to give to his various heads in department. He was so tired when he came back home.

“Nagesh, you look really tired .. Get some sleep”, his wife said.

“I ought to be tired, last two days were hectic”, he replied.

Meanwhile 11 year old son of Nagesh woke up hearing the sound of +vehicle.

“Dad Did you buy that box i told you about”

“I went into shop yesterday son, they told they don’t have it. I will get it from a shop in town tomorrow”, Nagesh replied

“But, i saw it in that shop yesterday”, his son was definitely curious.

“rakesh, don’t you have a test today.. Go and learn it. I will be coming to ask you questions”, mom said saving Nagesh from a tight corner.

“Nagesh , why do you keep lying to our son?. Just buy him that box, you know what he did.. he tried to steal a similar box from his friend this friday.. His teacher called me to discuss about it… i was really embarassed”

“I am sorry hon, i was too busy over this week and kept forgetting about it.. I will buy it today itself.. By the way, what test he is having today ?”

“Moral Science.. Let me go and ask him few questions, his grades were poor last term”

Day of realization

“rakesh, you revised chapter 5?”

“Yes Mom”

“Let me ask some questions, give me your notebook”

“So what is chapter V about?”

“It’s about SIN mom”

“Okay . First question .. Give some examples of sin”

“Some of the examples of sin are stealing, cheating , accepting bribes ,lying etc "

“Good. Next Question.. What happens to sinners?”

“God Punishes the sinners for their action.”

“Okay very good . Next Question. What is hypocrisy?”

“That is a long answer mommy. I haven’t learned it yet”

“Learn it quickly. Don’t waste time”

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To You Neha

“What is your opinion on dowry ?” , she asked me while laying on the terrace with me looking at the starry night

“Stupid Question Neha. C’mon don’t spoil the night " , my eyes focussed on the luminous full moon at this time.

She turned her head sideways so that she could see my face, My cold and dull response hasn’t gone so well with her.

“Okay Rahul, another Question then. Hopefully you will like this one”

“Shoot”

“What is your opinion on Life after death ?”

I turned my head sideways, she looked gorgeous in moonlight. Tiny light from the farthest of heavens came down that one moment
to make her face glow with a mystic beauty or so I thought,I put my hand under her head and said in my sweetest tone

“You know the thing about Life after Death is …

It is crap.

Utter Nonsense!! When we die , we just vanish.

It is a lie among all the other lies that surrounds us.

Unreal.

You want to know what is real..

The comet we are waiting for, the one which appears once in 76 years.

That is real.

So stop this stupid talk of yours or else we might miss it "

I knew I had said something really bad to her, but I was too excited about the comet that I felt even Neha became a distraction.

She pushed my hands and got up quickly . She was starting to leave the terrace but not before saying this

“To hell with you and your stupid comet!!

You are the least romantic person in the whole world

I am off to bed. You can stay here along with your comet.

Don’t bother coming down.”

Angry women always likes to have the final say in scheme of things. Knowing this ,I kept quiet.

She would have looked at me once again , violently stroked her legs at the firm ground twice or thrice and moved her head both ways to show her dislike at the turn of events. I also imagined her going down the stairs calling me idiot and other names from her list of parliamentary swear words. This made me laugh, thinking how much I know about her.

I cleared my mind soon and got back to observing the sky. It could be any minute from now.

It was 8th March of 1986 .

After 5 minutes and 47 seconds ,I saw Halley’s comet passing through the skies in full glory. My eyes not even blinking following the comet and its beautiful tail with a pounding heart that can’t contain its excitement anymore.

Moments before the comet disappeared from my horizon, I remembered the purpose of my night out

I made my wish!

I laughed for a while like a mad man and then tears rolled down my cheeks one by one.

On April 1st of that year the most unexpected thing happened. My inlaws decided to visit our home after the cold war that existed ever since my marriage with Neha. It was not a marriage that they approved of and it took almost 2 years for them to finally cool off and approve me as their son in law. Neha was extremely happy that day and I could see it in her face. Obviously I was happy too, it was always a regret that she carried with her that she somehow wronged her parents by marrying me. She loved me ofcourse, enough to blindly say ‘yes’ to my marriage request without thinking of the chain of consequences that would follow. But she was a homely child and needed that parental recognition for her to be truly happy. And now she is.

The April Fools day had more surprises in store for me .I was positive though since the first surprise was truly a pleasant one with the visit of my inlaws. Among the other routines, I kissed on Neha’s forehead as usual and left for work . It was a beautiful summer day and just before reaching the street where I worked,I took a turn and in about 10 minutes time reached the super speciality hospital.

“So has the lab results finally come Doc ? . This long waiting period has put a lot of stress on me. You can’t imagine the kind of life I had gone through ever since my last diagnosis. It is okay if I know something is wrong with me but this anticipation , It really hurts doc .I know that you needed time to get the results and stuff. I know all that , but I am just saying ..things like this , one can’t wait for ever .I am sorry,I am just too emotional and don’t know what to say. "

“Rahul..”

“It is just that everything has finally turned allright. My wife’s parents , they turned up today and all our issues due to marriage is now over. They have finally accepted me the ‘orphan’ as part of their family. Can you believe that ? It is a big thing for me and for my wife too. You have to see her face , she is really happy and I want her to be happy .I want to share all that happiness with her but I can’t do this way.I just can’t .I am sorry doctor ,I am blabbering . Just tell me whatever it is.”

“Rahul , the results confirm our preliminary diagnosis. You have…. "

“CANCER..” ,I filled the blanks which doctor was finding a hard time to fill.

“Sorry Rahul.I was hoping for a better result.”

“It is okay Doc. The funny thing is Iam turning 28 in another 3 days. So much future ahead of me I had thought once , so much of youth left in me right ? ; All those dreams I had , they mean nothing anymore . How could such a thing happen to me Doc ? I mean I never drank , never smoked , excercised regularly and took good care of my health. How could god , if such a person ever exist do something like this to me ? especially now when everything else have turned alright .”

I was about to cry like how I used to do when I felt lonely in my orphanage. But somehow I managed to stay strong.

“You Know Life has always been so difficult for me right from the beginning , yet somehow I had managed to put on a fight against all the odds and I finally thought I had everything in my grasp. Everything I ever wanted and then the world comes shattering down on me only to make me appear as a fool, a fool for having hoped for a good life .I must be the biggest fool on this April Fools day , a fool who thought that he could be happy "

“Rahul . You must not lose hope …”

“One last question Doc .I don’t want to waste your time .I am already a lost cause . How much more time do I have ?”

“It depends on various factors”

“A number doctor.I need a number . approximately "

“Hard to say Rahul. For some it is 7 to 8 Months .. It also …”

" Thanks Doctor”

I rushed out from the hospital as fast as I could without giving a proper chance for doctor to complete. I went to the parking lot and found comfort in the confined space of my car where I cried like never before. It was the most honest moment of my life.I realized at that moment what means the most to me. I drove my car to home to see my wife and I hugged her that day like it was my last.

My Husband died on December 24th of 1987.

It was Christmas eve .

Everyone was celebrating on that day. Doctor’s , nurses , office staff - They all greeted each other with their ‘Happy Christams’ and ‘Merry Christmas’ wishes while I succumbed into a level of pain which knew no limits.

I felt truly alone in that hospital on that chilly night. No words of consolation brought any relief to me. What everyone found surprising which I learned later was how I never cried. Not a single drop of tear came from my eye . What they didn’t realize was that only living people cried ,I was already dead by the time Rahul left me . Or so I thought.

I met Rahul the most unusal way.

It was during a chess competition. It was the 80’s and I had got myself into a FIDE state level event. With some good luck going for me,I was able to reach the semi final where I was supposed to play against Rahul. Rahul was a higher rated player than me and I honestly didn’t think I had a chance to move into the finals.

Rahul won the first match quite comprehensively. It was a best of three event and my confidence had hit rock bottom after the first match. But to everyone’s surprise I won the 2nd and 3rd matches even after making few big errors . Rahul’s rating dipped down to an all time low and I moved into the finals. I wasn’t good enough to win the finals, but my photo appeared in some newspapers and my dad and mom were really proud of my achievement.I didn’t feel deserved to get all this attention though,I kept on thinking as to why that guy after playing such a brilliant first game lost his complete touch for the remaining two. +It remained a mystery for sometime until I got that letter.

A letter came to me almost a week after from Rahul.

It was addressed as ’to Neha, State Level FIDE Finalist’

The letter had just three words

" Be My Queen .”

I was angry at first for someone having the courage to send such a letter . Then I smiled , a kind of smile whose meaning could be ony understood by another woman.

I met Rahul on a coffee shop and I asked him what the meaning of all this was and why he played so poorly from the 2nd game.

“I have seen you many times before Neha. I used to live in the orpahanage next to your block .I know so much about you already. For instance I know at what time you catch your bus to college ,I know when you return back from college .I know that you like color blue alot since almost all your dress have a shade of blue .I know that you like golgappa since you have it everyday from the street vendor .I have even had golgappas with you few times but you have never noticed. I know you love your dad by the way you talk to him while jogging and how you put your arms around his shoulder while returning . I know that you really don’t like going to temple but your mom forces you to and you would do it because it makes her happy. You see Neha, I have started going to temple just so that I could see you on those fridays. I have loved you and your family so much even after staying so distant from all of you. Please don’t think of me as this weirdo for stalking you even if maybe I am.”

" +So imagine what would go through the mind of Rahul , the so called ‘orphan chess prodigee’ . Chess was the only thing that made an orphan like me special Neha . It means a great deal to me , but when I met you as my opponent - it was something which I never expected ,I won the first match to prove my strength .I lost the 2 remaining matches to show that I am willing to go to any level of sacrifice for your friendship. Suddenly chess was not the most important thing in my life ,I wanted to see you happy ,I wanted to see you win which is why I made those errors. "

When I looked into Rahul’s eyes that day I saw a sincere , earnest and innocent man whom you instantly know you could trust for life. We became good friends from that moment . We had many things in common and yet many things that were different. We agreed on many things fought on many other . At some point I felt that there is something more than a friendship and to my parent’s huge disappointment I married Rahul and became his ‘queen’.

It was New Years day of 1988 . It was the most tensed day of my life .I was driving back home after visiting a family friend when I received call from my wife. In a moment of panic she blurted out that our only daughter had tried to hang herself to death using a rope . She immediately took help from one of our male servants and took Neha to the nearest hospital. When I reached hospital my wife was sitting shell shocked and I sensed some really bad news.

To our greatest relief Neha survived that day, It was also on that day that I heard from the doctor that Neha was pregnant .I didn’t know whether this was good or bad news. But when I told about this to my wife , she smiled and told me that it is definitely good news. She believed that our daughter would need some strong reason to live and this child might give her that reason, to come back and live a normal life , to be a mother and to be our Neha again.

I was honestly surprised at how accurate my wife was. Neha soon started taking good care of herself and we were starting to get back our old Neha bit by bit.

On September 29th of 1989 Neha gave birth to a baby boy. After a long period of sadness and grief , this baby became the reason for our small happiness. Me and my wife cuddled Neha who was holding that baby , it was in that moment I realized the true value of a family. We had gone through lot of pain and sadness , our life was filled with nothing but sorrow and darkness and here there was - the small child in Neha’s hand , a hope for a new future .

It was me who suggested to name him Pradyot , since the child really was a ray of light illuminating our lives from darkness.

It was the beginning of what I would call reasonable happy days .I could still see in Neha a lot of sadness ,I knew very well that she wouldn’t fully be able to forget Rahul or she would entirely become happy . But I was sure of one thing , as long as her son existed , my daughter wouldn’t think of doing anything foolish again. We never bugged Neha about another marriage because we knew how deeply she loved Rahul and we knew that any extra pressure from our side might lead to a disastrous result.

It must be also said that we never took anything for granted. We really felt like evey new day with Pradyot was a gift from +the heavens. We laughed a little extra for his acts, we applauded a little more . We were determined not to make him feel like he is missing his father , I tried to be the best grandfather any kid can possibly have and all three of us tried our best to fill the vaccum which Rahul had left.

Years went by quickly and we all felt that bad days are past us. But like always we are just actors playing out the roles of a script return by someone. Who are we to know what twists and turns lies ahead of us. ?

I am an agnostic . It means I don’t fully agree nor disagree to the question of whether there is someone called god. Through out my life there has been various experiences which made me embrace and question faith. I think I was a very religious person until my 15th birthday,I would owe it mostly to my grandmother and grandfather. In a short span of 15 years ,I think they managed to make me visit almost all the temples one can visit in south India .I soon understood that it was more fear than anything else that made my family this relegious. They feared that something will happen to me just like my father and they believed that only gods had the power to alter future.

Like I mentioned before , the fist incident that made me question faith happened on my 15th birthday. My beloved grandmother who loved me so much died on that very day. She was trying to cross the road when a lorry came from nowhere and hit her. She had gone to a temple to do a special pooja for me and was returning back home.

I cursed all the gods whom I worshiped that day and sweared never to bow down my head anymore to them. They took my father away before I was born and they now took my grandmother away from me when she had gone to temple only to pray for my good health and that too on my birthday.I never celebrated my birthday afterwards . The death of grandma worsened things for grandpa . +He was never the same guy again, the tragedy was more than what he could bear. But surprisingly my mother endured through this , she was the person who held our family together through the tough times.

We lost grandpa 7 years later. His health had declined through these 7 years and death was the eventual course of action that +all of us knew was bound to happen. The day in which he died will be remembered by many Indians . It was the 2nd of April 2011 -the day Indian cricket team won the world cup.I used to feel like tragedy striked our family in a cold and ruthless manner, on days when everyone else gets to celebrate - we get to cry. At 1 am in a hospital room ,I relized that my family had shrunked to just 2 members - me and my mother.I cried on the lap of my mother . Not a drop of tear came from her eyes through all of it.

It was April 2nd 2029 whenI finally got the test results . The first person I informed the news was his mother . +She was the most resillient women I have ever seen, a woman of incredible courage and strong will power .I took a day off from office and went to meet her. She was running an orphanage in memory of her husband , it was her life’s work . After Pradyot married me , she moved to the orphanage and has been busy on its working.

She used to visit us on saturdays , spend a day with our two children and then leave on Sunday. When I told her about the test results she broke down for the first time. This repetition of tragedy over the course of time was simply unbearable for her. She held my hands tightly and said with moist eyes.

“It is not 1986 .I was a dumb lady who didn’t know what to do to save my husband .

You are a doctor Sandhya ,…. this is 2029 ….. You can save him

You can save your husband.

My grand children …..needs their father …..I need my son .

You should do everything….. in your power to save him”

My marriage with Pradyot was strictly an arranged one. We didn’t even knew each other properly .I was studying in HMS when the proposal came in through a family friend. He was also in Boston running his start up at that time. It was after 1 year into our marriage that I realized that our marriage was not merely a coincident. It was a plan envisioned by Pradyot’s mother to save her son if something goes wrong.

My research at HMS was on ‘Possible cures for Cancer’ ,I was working with the leading experts on the topic at possibly the best lab in the entire world dedicated to cancer research. It still remains a mystery to me how she managed to find me and how she executed the entire marriage thing. Perhaps the love of a mother for her child is the strongest force on earth , one that can even set in motion events that triggers miracles.

//Wikipedia Entry//

List of Nobel Prize winners in medicine

Year Awarded to Achievement

2029 Harvard Medical School For their breakthrough invention of the first ever +Cancer Research centre cure for cancer

So Guess Iam a lucky guy to be back again in this story line. I survived my scare with cancer when I was 39 . It was a miracle that brought me back to life , a miracle that made me a believer again of a force whom I believe has a greater plan for all of us.They say that my wife’s work was instrumental in HMS finally coming up with the cure that saved millions of people’s life.I wonder sometimes whether all the bad things that happened in our family was for leading upto this one invention . Then I realize that maybe Iam getting a bit ahead of myself by thinking such things. Who really knows anything for certainity ?

There is one other thing which happened somewhat later (circa 2045) , a small event which many might think is trivial yet very relevant to the storyline of my family. It was a letter which my father had written to my mother dated 8th March 1986.I found it in a dusty little envelope while sorting things out in the basement.I don’t know if my mother had seen this before .Ihope she had seen this , since there is no way I could show this to her now.

“To You Neha,

When I came downstairs you were fast asleep. I know that you are angry at me for what I said tonight.Iam really sorry if I hurt you somehow. I know that I have been acting somewhat weirdly for about a month now. I promise you that things won’t be the same going forward.

Do you know the old myth about comets ? They say that whatever wish we make it an honest heart while seeing a comet comes true. When I saw that Halley’s comet today ,I was thinking all about us.I wished with all my heart that we are together forever and no force ever seperates us. That was my wish dear .

And I hope that this wish will come true.

Ever Yours,

Rahul "

Year 2069 July 27th

News Presenter : After the break, we bring you the story of this Indian family of 9 members who have travelled half way across the world so that they can see “Halley’s Comet” a bit more clearer and closer

A 75 year old Pradyot looks up into the clear night sky at a little farmland at some distant corner of the world. With him is his wife , their children and grand children. There is a sense of anticipation in all their eyes . Within seconds a bright shiny thing appears in their horizon , they point their fingers up in the sky as the comet moves through the heavens . At this moment when the comet appears to be bidding goodbye to earth with a promise to return after 76 years , what will be going through this family’s mind and what will be their wishes.

Do they believe in life after death ? Or do they believe in continuity of life here on earth.

Somethings we never know!!

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Check the [original theme license](https://github.com/panr/hugo-theme-terminal/blob/master/LICENSE.md) for additional licensing information. diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/_index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/_index.md deleted file mode 100644 index b467c90..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/_index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,6 +0,0 @@ -+++ -title = "Photos" -type = "gallery" -+++ - - diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/arizona-us/arizona-us.jpg b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/arizona-us/arizona-us.jpg deleted file mode 100644 index cf80817..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/arizona-us/arizona-us.jpg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/arizona-us/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/arizona-us/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 7da045d..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/arizona-us/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,10 +0,0 @@ -+++ -image = "arizona-us.jpg" -date = "2020-01-21" -title = "Arizona, US" -type = "gallery" -+++ - -The [Grand Canyon](https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Grand_Canyon&oldid=952699432) -is a steep-sided canyon carved by the Colorado River in Arizona, United States. -The canyon is 277 miles (446 km) long, up to 18 miles (29 km) wide and attains a depth of over a mile (6,093 feet or 1,857 meters). \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/chicago-us/chicago-us.jpg b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/chicago-us/chicago-us.jpg deleted file mode 100644 index e3df201..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/chicago-us/chicago-us.jpg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/chicago-us/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/chicago-us/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 3fadda0..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/chicago-us/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,8 +0,0 @@ -+++ -image = "chicago-us.jpg" -date = "2020-01-21" -title = "Chicago, US" -type = "gallery" -+++ - -[Chicago](https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Chicago&oldid=953376675), officially the City of Chicago, is the most populous city in the U.S. state of Illinois, and the third-most-populous city in the United States. With an estimated population of 2,705,994 (2018), it is also the most populous city in the Midwestern United States. Chicago is the county seat of Cook County, the second-most-populous county in the US, with a small portion of the northwest side of the city extending into DuPage County near O'Hare Airport. Chicago is the principal city of the Chicago metropolitan area, often referred to as Chicagoland. At nearly 10 million people, the metropolitan area is the third most populous in the United States. diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-2/hel-poland-2.jpg b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-2/hel-poland-2.jpg deleted file mode 100644 index 48900f2..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-2/hel-poland-2.jpg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-2/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-2/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 86a0531..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-2/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,9 +0,0 @@ -+++ -image = "hel-poland-2.jpg" -date = "2020-01-23" -title = "Hel, Poland" -type = "gallery" -+++ - -[Hel Peninsula](https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hel_Peninsula&oldid=939640541) (Polish: Mierzeja Helska) is a 35-km-long sand bar peninsula in northern Poland separating the Bay of Puck from the open Baltic Sea. -The width of the peninsula varies from approximately 300 m near Jurata, through 100 m in the most narrow part to over 3 km at the tip. Since the peninsula was formed entirely of sand, it is frequently turned into an island by winter storms. Until the 17th century the peninsula was a chain of islands that formed a strip of land only during the summer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-3/hel-poland-3.jpg b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-3/hel-poland-3.jpg deleted file mode 100644 index 85bd2c5..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-3/hel-poland-3.jpg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-3/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-3/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index a425b9a..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/hel-poland-3/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,9 +0,0 @@ -+++ -image = "hel-poland-3.jpg" -date = "2020-02-06" -title = "Hel, Poland" -type = "gallery" -+++ - -[Hel Peninsula](https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hel_Peninsula&oldid=939640541) (Polish: Mierzeja Helska) is a 35-km-long sand bar peninsula in northern Poland separating the Bay of Puck from the open Baltic Sea. -The width of the peninsula varies from approximately 300 m near Jurata, through 100 m in the most narrow part to over 3 km at the tip. Since the peninsula was formed entirely of sand, it is frequently turned into an island by winter storms. Until the 17th century the peninsula was a chain of islands that formed a strip of land only during the summer. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/panaji-india-2/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/panaji-india-2/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 7154062..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/panaji-india-2/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,8 +0,0 @@ -+++ -image = "panaji-india-2.jpg" -date = "2020-01-07" -title = "Panaji, India" -type = "gallery" -+++ - -[Panaji](https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Panaji&oldid=949879387), formerly Panjim, is the capital of the Indian state of Goa and the headquarters of North Goa district. It lies on the banks of the Mandovi River estuary in the Ilhas de Goa sub-district (taluka). With a population of 114,759 in the metropolitan area, Panjim is Goa's largest urban agglomeration, ahead of Margão and Vasco da Gama. diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/panaji-india-2/panaji-india-2.jpg b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/panaji-india-2/panaji-india-2.jpg deleted file mode 100644 index 7dbf87e..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/panaji-india-2/panaji-india-2.jpg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/warsaw-poland/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/warsaw-poland/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index d91d384..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/warsaw-poland/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,9 +0,0 @@ -+++ -image = "warsaw-poland.jpg" -date = "2020-02-09" -title = "Warsaw, Poland" -type = "gallery" -+++ - -[Palace of Culture and Science](https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Palace_of_Culture_and_Science&oldid=945815549) (Polish: Pałac Kultury i Nauki), is a notable high-rise building in central Warsaw, Poland. With a total height of 237 metres (778 ft) it is the tallest building in Poland, the 5th-tallest building in the European Union (including spire) and one of the tallest on the European continent. -Constructed in 1955, it houses various public and cultural institutions such as cinemas, theatres, libraries, sports clubs, university faculties and authorities of the Polish Academy of Sciences. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/warsaw-poland/warsaw-poland.jpg b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/warsaw-poland/warsaw-poland.jpg deleted file mode 100644 index 4c7bf12..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/photos/warsaw-poland/warsaw-poland.jpg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/_index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/_index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 43b166a..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/_index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3 +0,0 @@ -+++ -title = "Posts" -+++ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/introduction/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/introduction/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 10ebcee..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/introduction/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,12 +0,0 @@ -+++ -title = "What is Hugo" -date = "2019-07-01" -+++ - -Hugo is a fast and modern static site generator written in Go, and designed to make website creation fun again. - -Hugo is a general-purpose website framework. Technically speaking, Hugo is a static site generator. Unlike systems that dynamically build a page with each visitor request, Hugo builds pages when you create or update your content. Since websites are viewed far more often than they are edited, Hugo is designed to provide an optimal viewing experience for your website’s end users and an ideal writing experience for website authors. - -Websites built with Hugo are extremely fast and secure. Hugo sites can be hosted anywhere, including Netlify, Heroku, GoDaddy, DreamHost, GitHub Pages, GitLab Pages, Surge, Aerobatic, Firebase, Google Cloud Storage, Amazon S3, Rackspace, Azure, and CloudFront and work well with CDNs. Hugo sites run without the need for a database or dependencies on expensive runtimes like Ruby, Python, or PHP. - -We think of Hugo as the ideal website creation tool with nearly instant build times, able to rebuild whenever a change is made. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/what-is-hugo/index.md b/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/what-is-hugo/index.md deleted file mode 100644 index 866810d..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/exampleSite/content/posts/what-is-hugo/index.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,45 +0,0 @@ -+++ -title = "Introduction" -date = "2019-08-03" -+++ - -Hugo is an open-source project and lives by the work of its contributors. There are plenty of open issues, and we need your help to make Hugo even more awesome. You don't need to be a Go guru to contribute to the project's development. - - - -## Assumptions - -This contribution guide takes a step-by-step approach in hopes of helping newcomers. Therefore, we only assume the following: - -* You are new to Git or open-source projects in general -* You are a fan of Hugo and enthusiastic about contributing to the project - -## Install Go - -The installation of Go should take only a few minutes. You have more than one option to get Go up and running on your machine. - -If you are having trouble following the installation guides for Go, check out Go Bootcamp, which contains setups for every platform or reach out to the Hugo community in the Hugo Discussion Forums. - -### Install Go From Source - -Download the latest stable version of Go and follow the official Go installation guide. - -Once you're finished installing Go, let's confirm everything is working correctly. Open a terminal---or command line under Windows--and type the following: - -``` -go version -``` - -You should see something similar to the following written to the console. Note that the version here reflects the most recent version of Go as of the last update for this page: - -``` -go version go1.12 darwin/amd64 -``` - -Next, make sure that you set up your `GOPATH` as described in the installation guide. - -You can print the `GOPATH` with `echo $GOPATH`. You should see a non-empty string containing a valid path to your Go workspace; for example: - -``` -/Users//Code/go -``` diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/preview.png b/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/preview.png deleted file mode 100644 index 7493863..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/preview.png and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/profile_pic.jpeg b/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/profile_pic.jpeg deleted file mode 100644 index 9bc7aa0..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/profile_pic.jpeg and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/screenshot.png b/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/screenshot.png deleted file mode 100644 index 1083921..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/screenshot.png and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/tn.png b/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/tn.png deleted file mode 100644 index 5fe1ae4..0000000 Binary files a/themes/hugo-theme-console/images/tn.png and /dev/null differ diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/404.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/404.html deleted file mode 100644 index a25bc14..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/404.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,4 +0,0 @@ -{{ define "main" }} -

Page not found

-

Return to the home page.

-{{ end }} diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/baseof.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/baseof.html deleted file mode 100644 index eb1dc9b..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/baseof.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,65 +0,0 @@ - - - - - - {{ .Site.Title }}{{ $url := urls.Parse .Page.Permalink }}{{ $url.Path }} - {{ with .Site.Params.description }}{{ end }} - - - - - - - - - - {{ ` - - ` | safeHTML }} - - {{- partial "favicon.html" . -}} - {{ with .OutputFormats.Get "RSS" }} - {{ printf `` .Permalink .Rel .MediaType.Type $.Site.Title | safeHTML }} - {{ end }} - {{- partial "opengraph.html" . -}} - {{- partial "twitter_cards.html" . -}} - {{ template "_internal/google_analytics.html" . }} - - {{- partial "header.html" . -}} - - -
-
- - -
-
- -
- {{ block "main" . }} - {{ end }} - {{ partial "footer.html" . }} -
- - diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/list.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/list.html deleted file mode 100644 index 17fc6b8..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/list.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,20 +0,0 @@ -{{ define "main" }} -

{{ .Page.Title }}

-
-{{ .Content }} - -
-{{ range sort .Data.Pages "Date" "desc" }} - {{ if not .Params.private }} -
-

-

{{ .PublishDate.Format "Jan. 2, 2006" }}
-

{{ .Title }}

- {{ .Summary }} -

-
- {{ end }} -{{ end }} -
- -{{ end }} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/single.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/single.html deleted file mode 100644 index ed057a4..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/_default/single.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,4 +0,0 @@ -{{ define "main" }} -

{{ .Title }}

-{{ .Content }} -{{ end }} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/gallery/list.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/gallery/list.html deleted file mode 100644 index e1233da..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/gallery/list.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,17 +0,0 @@ -{{ define "main" }} -

{{ .Page.Title }}

-{{ .Content }} -
- {{ range sort .Data.Pages "Date" "desc" }} - {{ if and (isset .Params "image") .Params.image }} - - {{ $image := .Page.Resources.GetMatch .Params.image }} - {{ with $image }} - {{ $thumb := .Resize "400x" }} - {{ .Title }} - {{end}} - - {{ end }} - {{ end }} -
-{{ end }} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/gallery/single.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/gallery/single.html deleted file mode 100644 index 2aa1806..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/gallery/single.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,15 +0,0 @@ -{{ define "main" }} -

{{ .Page.Title }}

- -{{ if and (isset .Params "image") .Params.image }} - {{ $image := .Page.Resources.GetMatch .Params.image }} - {{ with $image }} - {{ $thumb := .Resize "1000x" }} - {{ printf `%s` $thumb.RelPermalink .Title | safeHTML }} - {{end}} -{{ end }} - -{{ .Content }} -{{ template "_internal/disqus.html" . }} - -{{ end }} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/index.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/index.html deleted file mode 100644 index 23239ab..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/index.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,39 +0,0 @@ -{{ define "main" }} - - - -

Hello World!

- - - -

-Thanks for checking out my website. My name is Krishna Sangeeth, I am a Machine Learning engineer from Kerala, India. - -I have been working as a freelance engineer/consultant for the past year or so. Below is my career highlights so far. - -

    -
  • Machine Learning Lead @ Avalara
    • -
  • Senior Data Scientist @ Ericsson
    • -
  • ML Engineer @ Indix
    • -
  • Software Engineer @ TCS
    • -
-

-

-I hold a Master's degree in Datascience and Engineering from BITS Pilani and a Bachelors Degree in Computer Science Engineering from -College of Engineering Chengannur. -

- -I am a very curious person in general about the world and how stuff works. Some of this curiosity has made me decently good at building software. -I try and fail most days to embody the virtues of Stoicism. -I usually post my rants about life, universe and everything else in Twitter .

- - -Last Updated : Nov 2024 - - -
- - - - -{{ end }} diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/favicon.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/favicon.html deleted file mode 100644 index 01ad2f9..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/favicon.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ - \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/footer.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/footer.html deleted file mode 100644 index 5e67407..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/footer.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3 +0,0 @@ -
- © Copyright 2025, Krishna Sangeeth KS -
diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/header.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/header.html deleted file mode 100644 index 57cdd09..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/header.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1 +0,0 @@ - diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/opengraph.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/opengraph.html deleted file mode 100644 index 23aa06a..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/opengraph.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,49 +0,0 @@ - - - - - -{{- with .Params.image }} -{{ $image := $.Resources.GetMatch . }} -{{ with $image }} - {{ $thumb := .Resize "400x" }} - -{{ end }} -{{ end }} - -{{- $iso8601 := "2006-01-02T15:04:05-07:00" -}} -{{- if .IsPage }} -{{- if not .PublishDate.IsZero }} -{{ else if not .Date.IsZero }} -{{ end }} -{{- end }}{{/* .IsPage */}} - -{{- with .Params.audio }}{{ end }} -{{- with .Params.locale }}{{ end }} -{{- with .Site.Params.title }}{{ end }} -{{- with .Params.videos }} -{{- range . }} - -{{ end }}{{ end }} - -{{- /* If it is part of a series, link to related articles */}} -{{- $permalink := .Permalink }} -{{- $siteSeries := .Site.Taxonomies.series }}{{ with .Params.series }} -{{- range $name := . }} - {{- $series := index $siteSeries $name }} - {{- range $page := first 6 $series.Pages }} - {{- if ne $page.Permalink $permalink }}{{ end }} - {{- end }} -{{ end }}{{ end }} - -{{- if .IsPage }} -{{- range .Site.Authors }}{{ with .Social.facebook }} -{{ end }}{{ with .Site.Social.facebook }} -{{ end }} - -{{- with .Params.tags }}{{ range first 6 . }} -{{ end }}{{ end }} -{{- end }}{{ end }} - -{{- /* Facebook Page Admin ID for Domain Insights */}} -{{- with .Site.Social.facebook_admin }}{{ end }} diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/twitter_cards.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/twitter_cards.html deleted file mode 100644 index cac9672..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/partials/twitter_cards.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,19 +0,0 @@ -{{- with .Params.image }} -{{ $image := $.Resources.GetMatch . }} -{{ with $image }} -{{ $thumb := .Resize "400x" }} - - -{{ end }} -{{ end }} - - - -{{ with .Site.Social.twitter -}} - -{{ end -}} -{{ range .Site.Authors }} -{{ with .twitter -}} - -{{ end -}} -{{ end -}} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/posts/single.html b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/posts/single.html deleted file mode 100644 index 17a638b..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/posts/single.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,14 +0,0 @@ -{{ define "main" }} -

{{ .Title }}

- -{{ .PublishDate.Format "Jan. 2, 2006" }} -{{ with .Params.linkedin }} - // Linkedin -{{ end }} -{{ with .Params.twitter }} - // Twitter -{{ end }} -

-{{ .Content }} -{{ template "_internal/disqus.html" . }} -{{ end }} \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/sitemap.xml b/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/sitemap.xml deleted file mode 100644 index 489a75f..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/layouts/sitemap.xml +++ /dev/null @@ -1,16 +0,0 @@ -{{ printf "" | safeHTML }} - - {{ range .Data.Pages }} - {{ if not .Params.private }} - - {{ .Permalink }}{{ if not .Lastmod.IsZero }} - {{ safeHTML ( .Lastmod.Format "2006-01-02T15:04:05-07:00" ) }}{{ end }}{{ with .Sitemap.ChangeFreq }} - {{ . }}{{ end }}{{ if ge .Sitemap.Priority 0.0 }} - {{ .Sitemap.Priority }}{{ end }}{{ if .IsTranslated }}{{ range .Translations }} - {{ end }} - {{ end }} - - {{ end }} - {{ end }} - \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/makefile b/themes/hugo-theme-console/makefile deleted file mode 100644 index 44ca7c1..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/makefile +++ /dev/null @@ -1,12 +0,0 @@ -PWD ?= $(shell pwd)/ - -usage: ### Usage (default) - @echo - @echo "USAGE:" - @echo " make command [options]" - @echo - @echo "COMMANDS:" - @fgrep -h "##" $(MAKEFILE_LIST) | fgrep -v fgrep | sed 's/^/ /' | sed -e 's/\\$$//' | sed -e 's/#/ /g' - -hugo-server: ## Run Hugo web server and serve the example site - cd exampleSite; hugo server --cleanDestinationDir --themesDir ../../ -t hugo-theme-console \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/netlify.toml b/themes/hugo-theme-console/netlify.toml deleted file mode 100644 index 41a6368..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/netlify.toml +++ /dev/null @@ -1,31 +0,0 @@ -[build] -base = "exampleSite" -publish = "public" -command = "hugo --gc --minify --themesDir ../../ -t repo -b $URL" - -[context.production.environment] -HUGO_VERSION = "0.76.3" -HUGO_ENV = "production" -HUGO_ENABLEGITINFO = "true" - -[context.split1] -command = "hugo --gc --minify --enableGitInfo -b $DEPLOY_PRIME_URL --themesDir ../../ -t repo" - -[context.split1.environment] -HUGO_VERSION = "0.76.3" -HUGO_ENV = "production" - -[context.deploy-preview] -command = "hugo --gc --minify --buildFuture -b $DEPLOY_PRIME_URL --themesDir ../../ -t repo" - -[context.deploy-preview.environment] -HUGO_VERSION = "0.76.3" - -[context.branch-deploy] -command = "hugo --gc --minify -b $DEPLOY_PRIME_URL --themesDir ../../ -t repo" - -[context.branch-deploy.environment] -HUGO_VERSION = "0.76.3" - -[context.next.environment] -HUGO_ENABLEGITINFO = "true" diff --git a/themes/hugo-theme-console/theme.toml b/themes/hugo-theme-console/theme.toml deleted file mode 100644 index c5d794f..0000000 --- a/themes/hugo-theme-console/theme.toml +++ /dev/null @@ -1,18 +0,0 @@ -name = "hugo-theme-console" -license = "MIT" -licenselink = "https://github.com/mrmierzejewski/hugo-theme-console/blob/master/LICENSE" -description = "A minimal, responsive and light theme for Hugo inspired by Linux console." -homepage = "https://github.com/mrmierzejewski/hugo-theme-console" -tags = ["blog", "gallery", "portfolio", "console", "terminal", "clean", "personal", "minimal", "monotone", "simple", "technical", "responsive", "mobile", "minimalist", "retro", "animation"] -features = ["disqus", "responsive", "google analytics"] -min_version = "0.69.0" - -[author] - name = "Marcin Mierzejewski" - homepage = "https://mrmierzejewski.com" - github = "https://github.com/mrmierzejewski" - -[original] - author = "Jonas D." - homepage = "https://terminalcss.xyz/" - repo = "https://github.com/Gioni06/terminal.css"