New Home on Web
Am moving my homepage to Google sites.
http://sites.google.com/site/rkvsraman/ will be my new web address. See you there.
Thinking about those processes that we do not understand
Am moving my homepage to Google sites.
In Indian homes, unlike Western societies, a lot of guys (read sons) live with their parents even after they have married and have got kids of their own. This phenomena can be seen across most of the ethnic and linguistic groups in India. It is almost an unwritten law that sons have to support their aging parents. In such a scenario, the guy's mother (MIL) decides the rules and practice of the house and more than often when the son gets married, the daughter-in-law (DIL) comes to stay at their in-laws place than at her husband's place. Naturally she comes into a fortress where already systems and workflows are in place. This is where interesting cat and mouse stories start. DIL comes in with her own set of aspirations and dreams about 'her own' house and MIL stays with an assertion that this house will run as per her laid down guidelines. Given the strength of each of these actors, the tussle can have various magnitudes.
Teacher: The mark and sweep algorithm of the JVM's garbage collector starts from the root objects in the JVM and mark all object that are referenced in the chain. The garbage collector then removes all objects that are not referenced from memory
Sixth pay commission had definitely disturbed my blissful state of existence. I was at peace with my job, my office accommodation and the daily pick-up and drop that office bus provided. And then sixth pay commission happened. The Basic pay did not increase much in the revised scheme of things, but there was a huge increase in the allowances that Government paid to people who did not avail office transport or accommodation.
I am just back from almost an all India Tour. I was part of this "Opensource Demystified" Workshop Series organised by BOSS Linux Team for government offcials. We did this roadshow in all the major cities in India including Bangalore, NOIDA, Mohali, Hyderabad, Kolkata, Trivandrum, Delhi, Mumbai and Chennai.
Labels: BOSS Linux, FOSS, Open Source
Have a look at this movie clip from A Beautiful Mind before you read further.
Teaching Object Oriented Programming can be a lot of fun. I believe that learning happens best when some real life examples are given to explain concepts in programming and software technology. I have tried to do that in my lectures here and there with encouraging amount of success.
I wonder if humans inherently live in constant paranoia. Constant fear of something going wrong, something going worse. How many times have I seen people telling that they are happy and then touching wood or doing something of that kind. A constant fear that prevents them from expressing their happiness more freely. A constant fear that if things are bad, they could become worse and if things are good, they could become bad.
Look at this photo below.
You know what's very weird about one's name. It is the most coveted possession of yours and yet it is others who use it more than you. I wonder if same kind of weirdness can be attached to the lower berths in trains in India. I have observed that people who are in the age-group of 20-45 and more so if they are men, they automatically forfeit their right to lower berths even if Indian railways allots them one. I have been an victim and an observer to others getting victimised many a times to this unwritten law. The law that young men (and some women) are hereby ordered to give up their lower berths to any person who demands for it.
There used to be a time when I used to take the Hosur Road to reach office if i was driving on my scooter. That was the only road available and used to be a crowded one at that (it still is). I used to find it fun to drive on that road. Although I don't fashion myself as an aggressive driver, being on a 2-wheeler, you could always sneak in between 2 cars and get ahead. Because of the smaller size of your vehicle, you could easily get ahead of bigger vehicles. And it was fun cos, you could get that feeling of getting ahead of somebody whenever you wanted it. You could close the gaps between your current position and the vehicle ahead of you by pushing that extra bit. You could "Race on Demand".

This post explains our efforts in providing Indic Script Support in PDF Export of JasperReports. The whole sequence of searching for the solution was very enlightening, entertaining and engrossing. We hope it to be a good case study in how open source solutions are developed using various on line resources like Forums and Mailing Lists.
Labels: BharateeyaOO, Indic Scripts, iText, JasperReports, Open Source, OpenOffice, org, PDF
There is a saying in Tamil, which roughly means that "the people who are near and dear express with concern and others express with mockery". Same thing happened even when I developed a paunch sometime last year. My mom and Savs starting insisting that i start taking my shape seriously, while others would mock that I was now slowly slipping into that middle age sedentary lifestyle and that now I have "settled down".
Long back when we used to live in Mumbai (at Vasai), my uncle (Mama, mother's brother) used to live in a nearby apartments. My Grandma used to live with him. On one of the evenings, my aunt (Mami) was out with kids and Grandma was alone at home. She finished the work and came out of the flat to get some evening breeze. Usually she would see that the door does not close by itself, by putting the stopper. That day she forgot and as luck would have it, the breeze from the balcony pushed the door to close and lock. When Grandma came back she found the door closed on her. Panic gripped her. Mama had warned her at times that these doors lock by themselves and there is no other way to get in except to break open one of the windows. She got nervous and started cursing herself for being so careless. What would my son say? Shudnt I be more careful? All questions tormented her. About an hour later Mama returned from work. Grandma told what happened. Mama promptly asked her not to worry and went to a neighbor and arranged for a screw driver. He went around, unscrewed one of the windows and entered through it. He opened the door for Grandma. Instantly Mama became a hero to my Grandma. Not cos he arranged to opened the locked door, but cos he did not utter a single word of annoyance or disappointment at Granny. Umpteen times I have heard her say in the later years "The door locked by my mistake and he did not say a single word."
"Standing at the door syndrome" was one of the terms that fascinated me and Savs quite a lot after our marriage. We found the term very profound and used it in multiple contexts. It was applicable to any context where we would hesitate in exercising any right over each other. Be it in asking for any help, or permission to commit something on behalf of both of us or, to that extent do anything that we thought would annoy our partner.