Mobile Developer Summit 2012

        Well Here it Comes! The MDS (Mobile Developer Summit) 2012. I am eagerly waiting for it to start off in its Style! Personally speaking, the previous MDS had been an experience of its own kind. I am not sure if some of you find it exaggerating but perhaps as it was my first experience, it might have made me say so.

For all the mobile devs out there, it’s one of its kind of opportunity to learn and know what’s happening in the mobile world. One would certainly ask – “We have hundreds of forums for each of the platforms then why pay and attend?”  Seems to be a valid question. But all I can say is they are gonna miss out on a lot of things.So better be there if one is so interested.

Welcome to mobile world with no limit,

The 2012 Mobile Developer Summit, 

Hoping to be more adventurous,

And time and again salubrious.

Come to taste the Ice-cream sandwich and Jellybean,

And some delicious Berries and Apple in between,

Over a million great projects

For over a million great Tablets.

There is Android and Microsoft,

Let’s see what who has got?

There’s also Samsung and Apple,

Hard to judge, who’s more able?

Want the interactivity more Hi-fi?

Oh here comes the HTML 5,

With number of tools, cross-platform,

It’s gonna take everyone by storm.

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Ondu Maduve Kathe (Story of a Marriage)

   

      “Hare Srinivasa ! Heng idi Gopi ? “ (Salute to Lord Srinivasa. How are you Gopi ?) is the routine dialogue every Sunday Evening at Mr . Srinivasachar’s place. Mr. Srinivasachar ,a typical North Karnataka Brahmin (Vaishnavas Especially) as usual in his typical Lungi and Shirt sitting on a chair and watching some regional channel mutes the TV volume ( hoping God would have given him some button to controls his wife’s volume) smiles gently nodding his head awaiting his wife to finish the conversation and prepare some Tea for him. 

       Though Mr. Srinivasachar had been deaf towards the conversation “Idu yen maadiyo Halkata ? Ayyo Srinivasa ! Gopi yen maadbitta ! “(What did you do you  morn ? Oh Lord Srinivasa why did Gopi do this !) , the words pierced his eardrums and gave him a jolt initially. 

        Rushing towards her husband , Mrs. Padmaja Srinivasachar , Look what our son has done ! With lot of hopes we had sent him to study in U.K and he is roaming around with some girl Amby. What shall we answer the society , what about the tradition and culture that has been upheld by our family ?

   

      Mr. Srinivasachar , leaving his wife at the chair and quietly nodding his head , went to his room and smiled gently locking his door with a little tearful eyes. Carefully inspecting the stack of old Panchanga (Hindu Almanac), he pulls out one and smiles a photograph of a beautiful  young AngloIndian girl in her prime youth.

        Mr. Srinivasachar , in his college days loved that girl very much but never expressed it to her as he knew he can never marry her since he was from a very conservative and orthodox family. Nevertheless , Mr. Srinivasachar was happy since he could sense that he can realize his dream in his son getting married to Amby. Mr. Srinivasachar always fancied being in the circle of people with modern thoughts. Seeing his wife approaching towards the room he swiftly put the photograph in the Panchanga and rearranges the stack and says "Well Padmaja , lets get him married to the girl of his choice , we have to change with the time and ofcourse society will say what it wants but we want his happiness . Isn’t it ?" and Padmaja somehow gets convinced.

       Padmaja as instructed by her husband now calls her son to inform about the couple’s decision. “ Hare Srinivasa. Gopi ?? “… A couple of moments later “ Houdu ? Khare na ? Ayyo Madala yak hellila ne ?” (Salute to Lord Srinivasa. Gopi?? … Is it so ? Really ? Then why didn’t you tell me earlier ? ). There was a huge smile on Padma’s face and Mr. Srinivasachar looked confused !  

       In a stunning revelation , Padmaja informs Mr. Achar that the girl’s name is Ambujakshi and she belongs to the same cast as theirs. This was absolutely an anti-climax to his anticipation. All the old-gold feelings which had blossomed in his heart were crushed in a moment! Padmaja was so relieved , unaware of what lies ahead. Since Mr. Achar had agreed to get them married , there was no chance for him to revert the decision

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      Now it’s time for both the families to meet as per tradition and check if the horrormones ( the stars , rashi etc ) mentioned in the horrorscope (oops ! Horoscope ) match. Here the lady luck kisses Mr. Achar who has secretly wished that this marriage doesn’t happen. It’s revealed that both the love birds belong to the same Gotra (Clan) ! Gosh ! According to the tradition people belonging to same clan cannot marry , as they are treated like brothers and sisters.  

      But Mr. Gopi was hell bent on marrying her , the community had come to know about their affair since Mrs. Padmaja had agreed for marriage and they used to roam around in the city ( they had come here to convince Amby’s parents) and were seen by lot of eyes ! At this juncture ; Mr. Achar says , 

Ayyo onde aaitu Gotra,   ( Oh , now the clan is same )

Avalu aaguvalu , tangi maatra, (she can only be his sister )

Bantalla Gandaantara , (Now that’s a big problem)

E preetine one thara ! ( Love is just blind ) 

       Now everyone starts thinking on solving this problem. One suggests lets hide the fact and some says lets make a pact. And now the time comes for Gopi to act !

Change maadi Gotra, ( Change the clan) 

                         Aaga badalaaguvudu paatra, ( now her role will be changed )

                Aaguval avalu tangiaala , hendati maatra, ( she ain’t my sister anymore but a wife )

                               Dayavittu munduvarisi , e shastra ! ( you all please continue the discussion and finish the family discussion ritual )

      “How is this possible?” asks someone. The priest who had earlier made a pact with Mr. Gopi (This guy seems to have done a lot of background work huh !)  to solve this clan issue informs that if the girls maternal uncle adopts her then the clan will change and the marriage is then possible.

     Well time to end the tale, and now everything is set and they got married and … ( I won’t say they lived happily ever after )

                                             And …. Life is going on .. 

Note: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Also I am not against any language, religion , cast , creed or clan. The word AngloIndian is used in lighthearted manner , and hence I cannot be accused to be a racist. The kannada word 'halkata' is also used in lighthearted way and is not to be taken seriously. In my view all religions are one and same and I respect all religions and Languages. The use of the name of the geographical region U.K is to represent a foreign geographical region and I don't have any disregard to this group of nations that U.K comprises. I do not disregard any language.

Colour Colour which colour do you see ?

     Alright.. If you are expecting that I am racist , you are wrong ! If you think you have read this book and still skeptical about reading this , then better read at your own risk ! This is not about any philosophy professed by Socrates or if you think am trying to be another then please do not , Yes I said do not read it ! 

     I was having a good read after quite a long time - "The Immortals of Meluha" by debutant Amish. Great piece of work indeed. As I was cruising through the book , I was really stunned at the point where a priest asks Shiva "What is the colour of the leaf?" 

 And the conversation continues ...

'The colour?It's green"

'Is it?'

'Isn't it?'

'Why do you think it appears green to you?'

'Because,' said Shiva,amused.'its is green.'

'No.That wasn't what I was trying to ask. You had a conversation with one of the Brahaspati's scientists about how your eyes, you see the object.'

'Oh that. right' said Shiva slapping his forehead.Light falls on an object.And when it reflects back from that object to your eyes, you see that object.'

'Correct! Now put these two theories together and answer my question. Why does that leaf appear green to you?'

Shiva frowned as his mind worked the problem out. 'white sunlight falls on the leaf. the leaf's physical properties are such that it absorbs the colours violet, indigo, blue, yellow, orange and red.It doesn't absorb the green colour which is then reflected back. hence I see the leaf as green.'

'Exactly!', beamed the Pandit. 'So think about the colour of that leaf from the perspective of the leaf. What colour it absorbs and what colour it rejects. Is its colour green? Or is it every single colour in the world , except green?'

Shiva was stunned into silence by the simplicity of the argument being presented to him.'There are many realities. There are many versions of what may appear obvious,' continued the Pandit. 'Whatever appears as the unshakable truth, the exact oppostie may also be true in another context.It is the context or perspective that you're looking from that moulds which particular reality you see'.

     I was just relating this concept to few other aspects in life. Generally we have a tendency to relate to people from what is obviously visible of them viz. their anger , or some peculiar behavior and we say -" That guy is short tempered / he is so and so". Applying the same concept we can say that , the anger is manifested as the rejection to some particular entity. 

     We never make an attempt to see what the person absorbs or has absorbed i.e. the good things in that person. We differentiate people  based on the colour of their skin , we never see their hearts / mind , sad enough ! The differences between the people arise  because of the differences in the context to which people relate to one another. 

     Here is how I sum it up : 

     It's only what you see ,

     That makes you think of me;

     You never see what I really  am ,

     And don't know through what I swam.

     You never made any effort,

     To Build with my other side , a  rapport,

     The day you see the inside of  me ,

     My face would glow with glee.

     

     Do not just see the outside,

     Without knowing what's inside,

      And then decide am so and so ,

      And create a huge row.     

     Who I am is not what I show,

     I am the feelings inside me that flow,

     

    

     

Language

First things first ; I respect all languages 'cause every language is great in its own sense ! I am just trying to narrate an incident which made me think seriously about the language which we use and the circumstances that makes us speak that language. 

       It was a long and tiresome day which had sucked my energy and was  feeling as if I did barely exist ; clinging on to the rod in the overcrowded bus. I was lazy enough even to move forward all by myself  and alight at my destination. "Three rupees Change do bhaiya"  is what I heard in a local dialect by conductor who ofcourse  was a kannadiga. Generally the typical reply would be a stern "change illa re" or "nahi hain bhaiya" and my ear canals were too lazy to receive the reply that day except for one  this unusual reply "yako kannada baralva ? Modlu kannada matadu . Nimantavarinda ne kannada yaaru balasalla." by a fair, tall , young man about 24 years of age , which made me think about the diachrony. The conductor just kept his mouth shut since he didn't want to get into a fight , which one could sense from his calm and composed stature. By then I realized that I have to alight and rushed through the crowd and got down. 

      Somehow for some reason unknown , I started thinking about the incident that happened. "What made the conductor speak in Hindi? What made the passenger to give such a stern reply?"  Then I realized that , the passenger did ask for a ticket to a place which was very close to an Engineering college which is quite well known not only for being a landmark since ages but also for the huge Hindi speaking population which the surrounding environment that it has , which is because of the huge number of North Indian Students pursuing their studies in that college.

      Then it struck me "Did by any chance the conductor assumed the young passenger to be a north Indian ? Did he speak in Hindi to make that passenger's transaction more comfortable? What is that made the young man react like that ? Was it the conductor speaking in Hindi " . For a moment , a brief one though , I put myself in the conductors shoes and thought " What would have I done if  I were in the same position? ".

     There are three things : One , If the conductor's intention was to make the young man's transaction more comfortable ; is it justified ? Is the conductor is right in doing so ? . Given the condition that the conductor assumed the young man to be a North Indian just by his sheer experience , he is right on his part. Second , Was the conductor supposed to speak in Kannada (Local Language) first and then in case did the young man not understand the language then the conductor had spoken in Hindi ?  Was the young man's behaviour  justified ? If so ; then why ?

       For a moment I thought that the young man's behaviour was justified . His behaviour made me understand his love for the mother tongue , and the very next moment I felt it was unnecessary for the guy to behave the way he did.

      Nevertheless , it left me confused on deciding who was right as I made my way to my place through the busy street. Bangalore is a huge cosmopolitan city and not to mention about the lifestyle of the people , especially the young ones. I believe that everyone must respect every language , for it has paved the way the people live in that particular society. I also believe that the love and respect for the mother tongue starts right at home ! 

     However , there have been instances where I have seen the parents especially the fathers (Software Engineers , though I myself am one , a software engineer (Not a father yet ;))  communicating to their children in English instead of their mother tongue. I am not against communicating in English or a pro-mother tongue activist , but just think if the love towards the mother tongue is not cultivated and nurtured at this level will any number of protests and any number of kannada sanghas can change the state of affairs?

     I am yet to figure out who is right and who is wrong. But what I feel is that the Love and respect and the feeling of continuing the legacy of the mother tongue starts at home not in any language's sangha / Group.  Above all , there is a language which requires no words to communicate , it lets to reach the person whom you are communicating to , "The Human Language" , which has humane touch to it , which is missing in the languages which we speak for our mere existence. All we do is just interact with the man or woman and never see the being side of the person 'being' !The day we put that humane side in our communication there wont be any boundaries , colour  , race , creed . It will be just the Holy Place for the Human Beings. We will feel the feel of "being" !!

Disclaimer: I am not against any sangha / groups of any language or nor do I hate any language or profess to speak in any particular language. Its just the thoughts that crossed my mind that I feel should be shared. If anyone feels that I have a disregard to any language  it is purely unintentional. 

Not Just another Word

It’s not just another word,

But a feeling too pious to profane;

It’s a voice that’s slurred,

By only a true heart it’s possible to attain.

                Yet man tires with all things mortal,

                To ensure that the feeling gets smothered,

                But to that; the heart will just chortle,

                ‘Cause its least bothered.

Measure it not by the number of gifts,

 The number of rifts, doesn’t Judge its might,

It’s a prayer, by which the heart lifts,

It’s a feeling tied to heart, that files like a kite.

               

               

               

Yesterday , Today , Tomorrow ....

Wake up in the Morning
with no memory at all,
Instinct would be to stand,
But only to fall.
   
        Don't live in the memories of past
        Are the words that are often said,
        But without the memories of yesterday
        Tomorrow would be dead.
       
Everyday you face ; is with
Something you have learned,
You can not be taught in a day
Things in lifetime you have earned.

        Live your life for today,
        what more is to say?
        There cannot be any tomorrow
        If there were no yesterday.
       
Look forward for the future
Hope that it lasts,
Enjoy your Life on earth today
While to memories cling fast.

Journey called Life !!!

We don't know whats running in our head,
With the same dilemma , We go to bed,
In the struggle for butter and bread,
We have started living a different thread.

    They say there's light at the end of the tunnel,
    But we slipping through an endless funnel,
    Solving many a trouble,
    We've gone very feeble.

In Life's journey the place you long remain unseen,
Of all the places , that's the one that you dream,
We wish we could visit it by a detour,
And that brings on his face a contour.