When I like something the next thing we like to do is to talk about it. Talk about that in every other opportunity you got - no matter you still have that or you lost it. Or at least I would like to hear about that. I believe this is not just my problem :)
P.G.Senthil, he is one of my old bus-mate. We used to travel to the school in the same bus.He is not my class but my neighbor. Beside this there were nothing common between us. I think it was when we were in 7th std and one day Senthil mentioned about his dad's plan to open a fire-work shop a week for deepavali. Did I just hear cracker shop !!! yes. He said. His dad is actually a small time business man. I dont know why, if I think about it now its just so crazy, because I was so happy about that idea. Still not sure why I was so happy. I started asking more details about the shop, their plan. How long they want to keep the shop, where do they get them from sivakasi an so on. It was i think 10 days before the diwali day and I start asking him anything and everything about the shop. I'm sure senthil would have wondered what happened to me. Infact my curiocty even continued a week after diwali, asking what have they done with the left overs. I remember he once said irritatingly that, I dont know da, i think we returned them back.
In the same year he failed and continued 2dn yr doing 7th. Latter I lost his touch.
In the same year, somehow my dad came up wiht the new idea of buying fire-works directly from the manufacturer in Sivakasi. But how?. We can get that thru post. Post - how is that possible. Its simple we send MO for some amount and they will send parcel to the address we specify. Oh thats a good idea, but do you know some one to send to? I dont know we will find that out. From that time I started searching all the news papers for fire-works add and finalized a company - I still remember the name - "Kaleeshwari fire works". My dad said ok, lets M.O. 100 Rs to this address. 100 Rs? Dad thats very less you will get nothing. No no dont worry in Sivakasi things are really cheap and you will actually get a lot. So 100 is more than enough. So what about the list - how will he know what to send? No, they ususally have a gift-pack and that covers most of the items you need. Dont worry.
Sometime my dad comeup with such very not-so-down-to-earth type ideas.
I went to the nearby PO. and was filling a M.O. I took the help of postman Mani there (my dad couldn't make for some reason.) Mani was asking what this is money is for and I explained. He was surprised ay my answer "Do they do that?" Ya they do. How long will it take, for which I dont have answer.
After sending this MO, I have his feeling of exitement as though am expecting a huge pack. Twodays passed no response. The third day there was this postman on my door step. I was so happy to see him and was wondering how big the pack was. He handed over the part of M.O. where it was written "rejected by the receiver !!".
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
MGR Movie & My uncle - Deepavali Memoir 2
He is tall, thin, fair and very handsome. My mum often refer him as the eldest son of our family, elder to my brother. Arasappan, my uncle - younger brother to my mum. After his school he was made to come to tirupur and start taking training in Sarvodya and slowly got into the job of sarvodaya - typically thats how one get job in there. You join as a trainee and become an employee.
My uncle works in a place which is around 30 kms from tirpur, a place called madhapoor - near palladam. During his initial times of training he is been living in my house - for around 3 yrs and then shifted to madhapoor. Usually weekends he come home and back to work on monday morningns.
Having an uncle who will get you whatever you want and support on every your action is something you will love and feel the comfort only after you loose one.
This happened when I was doing my 3rd std(3 or 4 years before the incidence in mem-1). My uncle came home on the deepvali morning. after a feast that my mum prepared (which is usally the case on a deepvali) my uncle took me along for a walk and was asking about the crackers and stuffs. Being me, i started complaining that the cracker was not sufficient need more. It was almost 1:00 PM and most of the shops are closed. He promised me to buy some tommorow, but only if I go with him in the evening. I asked - where?. Movie - there is this MGR movie running in the near by theater - "enga veetu pillai". It was not a new release - but for crazy fans like my uncle this movie has been screened on this day - latter I realised.
He is a die-hard fan of MGR and my mum used to tell stories of my uncle having blow-ups of MGR in his school books and room.He was literally exited on seeing MGR on screen especially for "Naan anaiittal.." song. Anytime I see this song it reminds me that deepavali and my uncle.
Next day he took me to the near by shop and got me as much of crackers I needed. He was telling the surprised-shop-keeper that somehow they missed getting 2 days before hence doing it. This shop keeper knows our family and was asking about his work and all.
I think that was the last time I saw him. Things changed a lot within 10 months after this. He got married with the disapproval of my mum, moved to Madappor with his newly wed wife. And one friday night (and still I remember that friday when my mum was, for some reason really upset and restless, very visibly) two elderly guys came and conveyed the news. Hel broke loose, my mum along with the neighbours rushed to madhappor immediately. Two days latter my uncle's body was cremated in the same town.
I dont know for some reason I didn't cry on the day..still don't know why.
My uncle works in a place which is around 30 kms from tirpur, a place called madhapoor - near palladam. During his initial times of training he is been living in my house - for around 3 yrs and then shifted to madhapoor. Usually weekends he come home and back to work on monday morningns.
Having an uncle who will get you whatever you want and support on every your action is something you will love and feel the comfort only after you loose one.
This happened when I was doing my 3rd std(3 or 4 years before the incidence in mem-1). My uncle came home on the deepvali morning. after a feast that my mum prepared (which is usally the case on a deepvali) my uncle took me along for a walk and was asking about the crackers and stuffs. Being me, i started complaining that the cracker was not sufficient need more. It was almost 1:00 PM and most of the shops are closed. He promised me to buy some tommorow, but only if I go with him in the evening. I asked - where?. Movie - there is this MGR movie running in the near by theater - "enga veetu pillai". It was not a new release - but for crazy fans like my uncle this movie has been screened on this day - latter I realised.
He is a die-hard fan of MGR and my mum used to tell stories of my uncle having blow-ups of MGR in his school books and room.He was literally exited on seeing MGR on screen especially for "Naan anaiittal.." song. Anytime I see this song it reminds me that deepavali and my uncle.
Next day he took me to the near by shop and got me as much of crackers I needed. He was telling the surprised-shop-keeper that somehow they missed getting 2 days before hence doing it. This shop keeper knows our family and was asking about his work and all.
I think that was the last time I saw him. Things changed a lot within 10 months after this. He got married with the disapproval of my mum, moved to Madappor with his newly wed wife. And one friday night (and still I remember that friday when my mum was, for some reason really upset and restless, very visibly) two elderly guys came and conveyed the news. Hel broke loose, my mum along with the neighbours rushed to madhappor immediately. Two days latter my uncle's body was cremated in the same town.
I dont know for some reason I didn't cry on the day..still don't know why.
You deserve it Kid - Deepavali memoir 1
I have to really sequence these memoirs. Since I was in a mood to write what eever comming to my mind with out editing..
We used to live in a colony - a closed community colony for the sarvodaya employees - in my home town Tirupur. It was a small colony of 18 houses. I was born and lived till my 15 yrs there before moving to the current house. This is like any government quarters where you could see people of various level and the obvious politics - simple politics like having the right to access things - simple things like water, benefits, concession on power usage and so on. My mum lived in that place for 25 years with my dad and for her it is the world (Reality is, world is just outside the colony which it took around 30 yrs for her and our family - when we were locked out of colony and forced to find a new place)
Besides the ususal politics , the environment of a closed community is something one would have to be previlaged to get. You would know each and every member of the colony, their relavtives and their specific details of where they work / study. sometimes these visitors even know the neighbours of their hosts well enough to buy gifts for them. That was an awesome time.
There were only three types of family Type-1 - for eg - the family of the chief-seceratory of a specific department - who is like the boss of most of the others. The next day of diwali you could see the maximum amount of burnt crackers in front of their house. There there will be an Type-2 called poor man’s - where kids used to collect the burnt crackers from other house and spread in thier house, for obvious reasons . And then there will be a third type - where where kids dont have enough crackers, nor has guts to follow type-2.
Some times I used think how the hell these people get so much of crackers while my dad ususally get only a little - which I used to finish in just couple of hours and then will be watching like a ginger-monkey of others firing !!! Beleive me that is one of the most upsetting feeling in that times..watching others crackering, while you are done with your part. Crackers are the integral part of this deepavali.
My dad ususally gets cracker just 3 days before and it is extreme-joy for me to just see the way the crackers the bombs and the rockets are arranged in nice jazzy colored packing. I never used to get contented with the crackers my dad buy me. Finally my dad will tell me - why should one waste more money for smokes and fire - instead you can use that for better things. A usual middle class man's funda. When someone dont understand the meaning of "wasting money" how could you expect him to understand these lines..neverthless my parents used to say this.
Kaliammal was her name, he is the lady of our neighbour. Somehow we have been painted a witch image about her by our other neighbour and my mum (thru usuall ghossip). It was the early morning of the diwali day - 4:50 AM..i think. I was doing my 7th std I think. While my brother, sister and dad were getting ready for the oil bath on the rear side of the house – a usual ritual on the day, I took one of the serial shot ( there was a bet between me and my friend about who would fire the first cracker on the deepavali day) and was about to set the fire. This lady was just standing there and was filling water from the tap, while I was waiting restlessly for her to move out so that I can start my firing.
Knowing me there, this witch (note its W not B) is taking unusually more time to fill the bucket.I was worried that my friend might win me. After a few seconds,I gave up and wanted to see how she reacts to a suddent burst behind her back (as she has some real problem in hearing - a half deaf) - my wicked !! I set the fire – which was just behind her - and ran to a reasonably safe-distance . After all it was not a big one. After its usual animated gimmick, this cracker fall down and suddenly turned and part of it flew like a rocket ( you never predict the behaviour ) and before I could realise what had happened the piece that flew, hit my knee. I was wearing half-trousers then (and not a full pant or a dothi or never heard of a jean)The pace and the fire in the piece that flew over almost made a black mark on my knee. To my luck it didn't blast after that. I just sat down in the place, immovable and was holding me knee. The pain was so excruciating like am iron nail was stabbed on my knee. It was very unlikely that she would have heard all these things considering the noise of the birds in the early mornign and her deafness – but not sure.
After few seconds the lady finished filling her bucket and started moving away and she dropped a friendly smile at me on her way
I still don't know if that was an casual & innocent smile or its a you- deserve-it-kid type smile !!
We used to live in a colony - a closed community colony for the sarvodaya employees - in my home town Tirupur. It was a small colony of 18 houses. I was born and lived till my 15 yrs there before moving to the current house. This is like any government quarters where you could see people of various level and the obvious politics - simple politics like having the right to access things - simple things like water, benefits, concession on power usage and so on. My mum lived in that place for 25 years with my dad and for her it is the world (Reality is, world is just outside the colony which it took around 30 yrs for her and our family - when we were locked out of colony and forced to find a new place)
Besides the ususal politics , the environment of a closed community is something one would have to be previlaged to get. You would know each and every member of the colony, their relavtives and their specific details of where they work / study. sometimes these visitors even know the neighbours of their hosts well enough to buy gifts for them. That was an awesome time.
There were only three types of family Type-1 - for eg - the family of the chief-seceratory of a specific department - who is like the boss of most of the others. The next day of diwali you could see the maximum amount of burnt crackers in front of their house. There there will be an Type-2 called poor man’s - where kids used to collect the burnt crackers from other house and spread in thier house, for obvious reasons . And then there will be a third type - where where kids dont have enough crackers, nor has guts to follow type-2.
Some times I used think how the hell these people get so much of crackers while my dad ususally get only a little - which I used to finish in just couple of hours and then will be watching like a ginger-monkey of others firing !!! Beleive me that is one of the most upsetting feeling in that times..watching others crackering, while you are done with your part. Crackers are the integral part of this deepavali.
My dad ususally gets cracker just 3 days before and it is extreme-joy for me to just see the way the crackers the bombs and the rockets are arranged in nice jazzy colored packing. I never used to get contented with the crackers my dad buy me. Finally my dad will tell me - why should one waste more money for smokes and fire - instead you can use that for better things. A usual middle class man's funda. When someone dont understand the meaning of "wasting money" how could you expect him to understand these lines..neverthless my parents used to say this.
Kaliammal was her name, he is the lady of our neighbour. Somehow we have been painted a witch image about her by our other neighbour and my mum (thru usuall ghossip). It was the early morning of the diwali day - 4:50 AM..i think. I was doing my 7th std I think. While my brother, sister and dad were getting ready for the oil bath on the rear side of the house – a usual ritual on the day, I took one of the serial shot ( there was a bet between me and my friend about who would fire the first cracker on the deepavali day) and was about to set the fire. This lady was just standing there and was filling water from the tap, while I was waiting restlessly for her to move out so that I can start my firing.
Knowing me there, this witch (note its W not B) is taking unusually more time to fill the bucket.I was worried that my friend might win me. After a few seconds,I gave up and wanted to see how she reacts to a suddent burst behind her back (as she has some real problem in hearing - a half deaf) - my wicked !! I set the fire – which was just behind her - and ran to a reasonably safe-distance . After all it was not a big one. After its usual animated gimmick, this cracker fall down and suddenly turned and part of it flew like a rocket ( you never predict the behaviour ) and before I could realise what had happened the piece that flew, hit my knee. I was wearing half-trousers then (and not a full pant or a dothi or never heard of a jean)The pace and the fire in the piece that flew over almost made a black mark on my knee. To my luck it didn't blast after that. I just sat down in the place, immovable and was holding me knee. The pain was so excruciating like am iron nail was stabbed on my knee. It was very unlikely that she would have heard all these things considering the noise of the birds in the early mornign and her deafness – but not sure.
After few seconds the lady finished filling her bucket and started moving away and she dropped a friendly smile at me on her way
I still don't know if that was an casual & innocent smile or its a you- deserve-it-kid type smile !!
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Caching..
Peri, Need a help.
I was interuppted when I genuienly started my day work at 5:45 PM. I swinged back and faced Nishant. He is a new joinee to my team and fresher. Lot of energy, and gulti. So you can imagine the IQ and english.
I dont want to disapporove his curiosity esply after blasting him twice since the afternoon - when I started reviewing his code. Eventhough I dont wnat to be a peoples person, I know how it is when someone disapproves you.
Yes, Nishant go on.
I have a question. Is it better to call Hashmap or a function().
Now I could relate the question. Since afternoon I was explaining how to maintain a local-cache using a Map. And seems like he has a question in it or a better approach for a cache. Whenever some new person asks a question,dont stop them. It may be a great idea - new questions can bring in creative ideas. I truley beleieve in it and was trying hard to understand what he actully meant, with less worrying about what he actually asked.
After scratching me head for 2 seconds, what do you mean?
I mean calling a function can be better, know, in Java. Instead of calling a hashmap?
mm...still not getting the complete point what he is mumbling, what function you mean?
Any method.
Seeing my inablity to understand what he meants ( and probably scared of me scolding him, again, in the same day) Nishant started refining his statement.
Iam thinking, Java might take less time to call a method than a hashmap. Am thinking this may be faster than what we discussed.
mm..which method you are referring. It depends on the method. Can you show me the method you are referring, I slowly moved towards his laptop.
This is the method...
you mean the method where you get details from DB ?
Yes.
Now am getting the picture a bit. So you are saying since its a method call it will be faster than a hashmap?
Yes, I think so.
OH GOD I dont expect this crappy question...but keep it cool...dont take it on him....dont discourage..he will be upset..pls cool down.
But you are calling DB and fetching records right. That will actually be a time consuming task right? So the time taken for a function call will be including that, right?
And since DB calls are time consuming we are maintaining the cache, so that next time we will not call DB, right? So time taken for JVM to call a method may be faster, but what we need to worry here is how much time it takes to execute the method. which here would be more than the hashmap.
By now I hope he realised it was not a very-intelligent question and started smiling...
I was interuppted when I genuienly started my day work at 5:45 PM. I swinged back and faced Nishant. He is a new joinee to my team and fresher. Lot of energy, and gulti. So you can imagine the IQ and english.
I dont want to disapporove his curiosity esply after blasting him twice since the afternoon - when I started reviewing his code. Eventhough I dont wnat to be a peoples person, I know how it is when someone disapproves you.
Yes, Nishant go on.
I have a question. Is it better to call Hashmap or a function().
Now I could relate the question. Since afternoon I was explaining how to maintain a local-cache using a Map. And seems like he has a question in it or a better approach for a cache. Whenever some new person asks a question,dont stop them. It may be a great idea - new questions can bring in creative ideas. I truley beleieve in it and was trying hard to understand what he actully meant, with less worrying about what he actually asked.
After scratching me head for 2 seconds, what do you mean?
I mean calling a function can be better, know, in Java. Instead of calling a hashmap?
mm...still not getting the complete point what he is mumbling, what function you mean?
Any method.
Seeing my inablity to understand what he meants ( and probably scared of me scolding him, again, in the same day) Nishant started refining his statement.
Iam thinking, Java might take less time to call a method than a hashmap. Am thinking this may be faster than what we discussed.
mm..which method you are referring. It depends on the method. Can you show me the method you are referring, I slowly moved towards his laptop.
This is the method...
you mean the method where you get details from DB ?
Yes.
Now am getting the picture a bit. So you are saying since its a method call it will be faster than a hashmap?
Yes, I think so.
OH GOD I dont expect this crappy question...but keep it cool...dont take it on him....dont discourage..he will be upset..pls cool down.
But you are calling DB and fetching records right. That will actually be a time consuming task right? So the time taken for a function call will be including that, right?
And since DB calls are time consuming we are maintaining the cache, so that next time we will not call DB, right? So time taken for JVM to call a method may be faster, but what we need to worry here is how much time it takes to execute the method. which here would be more than the hashmap.
By now I hope he realised it was not a very-intelligent question and started smiling...
Monday, October 04, 2010
mood swing..
Mood-swing - I think I heared this term first time 5 yrs before when one of colegue was talking about an other in usual cofee-bitching session. When I understand this term I thought this is for some eccentric character type persons's thing. Well after 5 yrs I realise that shit am one among that. Am too lazy to justify my above point try to explain with the hepl of the the chat script betwee me an priya - she is one of my best friend.
[me]: hey u
[priya]: ys
[ We were just talking about the Superstart movie Endhiran which jsut releasd 2 days ago and other ususal useless things..Just cutting straight to the point]
[me]: hey..i might go to Italy..this month end
[priya]: hey unnakum ennakum same horoscope (this is reply for the previous msg from me..
so sad
wow thtz gr88 pop
[me]: sad / gr88 ??? ( we have to put some mokkai comedy just to keep the chat going ..enna seiyya)
:)
[priya]: adaddda
sad sonnathu for our fate
gr88 sonnathu for ur italy trip
[me]: ya...i know.. just kidding ...
[priya]: for ur project?
[me]: some how something is keeping me energetic !!!
illapa..ennoda girlfriend ooda date-ku
[priya]: dae unnaku gal frnd
atha enkita vera sollura
[me]: pinna enna...nakkal (jsut remembering Super start saying.."nakkal illa nikkal" am sure this must be from Sujatha. What is Sujatha wants to write a story of my boring and dry life a novel..konjam over than illa...ok lets get back to the thread.)
[priya]: enna kodumai sir ithu
illa italy sonnaiya
athan ketan
[me]: same project..so customer..new country..
yaya..official
[priya]: yep good country to
[me]: ya..
3 wks
[priya]: get me nice things for me
chumma varathae
[me]: sure...
sure..
[priya]: good
same time no work alcholic ("i dontknow where this is comming from, you shoudl talk to my manager Stuart in Canada. Am finding all the way to evade things. ")
have some outing
don't be buthu
[me]: my friend was telling ..these are the places not to be visited "alone" :)
ya..hey..im never workaholic..
[priya]: correct da loose
this is honeymoon spot
[me]: yes...i'll try
[priya]: i thought of telling first itself, seri already pain romba feelinga irukan, namma vera no oil poring
vitutan
[me]: hahaha...all my friends are telling the same....good part is all friends knew me fully...good to know ;)
[priya]: within 3 week have to correct ponnu
[me]: u know something...my passport pages are over.... :)
[priya]: parra!!!
seri seri ulagam sutrum valiban
[me]: i couldn't do it properly in 4 yrs...3 wks la enna !!
ya..just have 2 more pages...just filling it with italy..
[priya]: nee kalaku mamu nee kalaku
[me]: hey...im thinking of asking for a transfer or a long-term travel...
to Eurpoe
[priya]: thatz good
have somee change
[me]: well not a planned thought...just my instinctive thought..
[priya]: u'll feel better
sure get man
[me]: not sure....what and how other things would fall in places...family, marriage, work.. girl
ya..
am thinking about that on and off...but not craze about it...
i'll talk to my mngmt ..lets c
[priya]: um...
pesama neeya ore ponnu paru
[me]: ya....wat and how i dont know
[priya]: being gal i cannot talk to my parents unnaku enna da,
convey ur parentz not see much
[me]: no no ...my parents are verymuch ok for that..
its not they are against it
[priya]: ohh k
[me]: problem is...im not serious about that - to put it bluntly
some mind blockage is to be cleared.. (see here..right here this is my problem. I really dont know what Iam talking. I dont know if this is true.)
[priya]: um...
wat
enna block
[me]: little nervous...the thought of settling
[priya]: yyy
[me]: y na...
its feeling...
dont know
y
[priya]: ohhh
ok
dont argue
[me]: just thinkging if am matured for that :( ... i know thats silly (again am blabbering...there is some hesitance in me subconsisiously.My consious knows it is because of something - but it is confused too. But this matured part is total crap i think..again loosing my consience.)
[priya]: letz find opt gal
dae vennam enna kollakaraiya aakatahe
akathae
[me]: y y ?
[priya]: pinna enna if i'm matured
kovam varuma varathae
[me]: also...am thinking....after seeing all these world...probably...i should..
have some good time as bachelor...but before commited...
with soulmate :) (now I think am talking some sense.. I never thought I would put my thought so clearly like this...but honestly I think this was there subconsously in my mind somewhere... but never accepted this yet.)
[priya]: ok pop
[me]: dont tell me too later
late
[priya]: no probs
carry on
definetely u'll get THE BEST
u r such kind of nice person (mm..I think even she was sort of surprise by my statement..may be i never conveyed my peelings so clearly. I think she was kinda surprise-shock to see me talking like this. And to encourage me she is not pulling my legs..otherwise you know her right!!!)
[me]: nono...u didn't get wat i said...i didn't say ...i want to enjoy bachelor-hood alone...but with a girl
is that too much to ask for a bachelor...I dont think so..
enna solrae.?
[priya]: thappu illa
love pannu (Yes, she is honest now and very frank. keeping the pull-my-leg apart she is geniunely advicing me.)
[me]: naan vera romba yookiyana irunthutena....so..should see that part.
[priya]: thatz only sol
[me]: good :)
[priya]: adaddaddad dae adangu
pesame 2 yrs love pannu
apparam kalyanam pannino
un asai ok aaghum
[me]: :-p
[priya]: bachelor life with gal
apparam kalyanam
good
[me]: yup (I know this sounds like some story in Sujatha (I think I read him too much nowadays - blame my brother) but dont know how practical it is. Sujatha is good in portraying complicated characters in girls for e.g., pirivom-santhippom. But I dont know is my thing is complicated or just that i think so. Mmm..may god should help me.)
[priya]: start hunting
[me]: hey...iam talking crazy...i think....my mood would swing completely tommorow.. (Yes honestly this is crazy. but I didn't think too much about this when I type. I just tpyped this..instinctively..)
did u had ur dinner? ...am hungry...asked my friend to get some parcel...will have that and be back in 15 mts
[priya]: hahhahahhahha
[me]: its been a while i spoke to u..
[priya]: po po
[me]: we will do onething...i will have that and be back...in 20 mts
[priya]: 20 mts
feeling sleepy 2day
[me]: though its crazy...its hiding somewhere in my heart...its not something i just cooked now...
no..wait..i'll come
next 5 days would be a roller-coster ride for work...
only time is today.
[priya]: thoda
[me]: 20 mts..
hold on
[priya]: 10 mts
poi thola
28 minutes
[After one hour am still not back...]
[priya]: pop
almost 30 mints gome lusu
feeling too sleepy
i'll get u tommorow sure
seriya
bye bye
[after 10 more mts]
[me]: hey
-- no reposne she is gone to sleep. Will catch her up morrow...i hope by then my mind would have swing back to normal.
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