Wednesday, March 28, 2007

ToonDoo is a new site that lets you to create comic strips with pre-built images. This startup is from a parent company called Zoho, an Indian company. Zoho has a suite of office products. I have already mentioned about Zoho in couple of my previous posts. They are here, here and here.

ToonDoo is fun. The only skill that you need is creativity. Here is a little toon that I created.

Go ahead, unleash your creative skills, create great toons and share it with the world.

"Astrology? Do you believe in astrology?" The interviewing officer sitting across the table peered at me. His look suggested that he was searching for some answers.

My friends had warned me not to put astrology as a hobby in my resume. Astrology is a controversial word. There are lots of people around looking to bury you with loads of questions for which you don't have answers. People needed tangible proofs to believe in astrology. They want to look, touch and feel the outcome of a prediction in order to believe in astrology. People accept the power of electricity and gravity. Astrology is similar to electricity and gravity. You can only experience them.

"Yes sir. I believe in astrology."

"How about horoscope. Can you read my chart and predict my future?"

"Yes sir. To an extent the charts predict what's going to happen."

I knew what his next question would be. He would say that the company only looked for hard working employees and not some one who believed in horoscopes and superstition. I wanted to remove astrology from my resume but somehow forgot it. There was no going back and now I felt trapped.

"Mr. Kumar. I believe that there is no substitute for hard-work, patience, perseverance and a thirst for success. If I have all these qualities, I can overcome whatever obstacle my horoscope is going to predict."

 I expected this. Any argument between a believer and non-believer of astrology starts with this statement.

"Yes sir. You are correct sir. All the qualities that you mentioned are needed for anyone to become a wise and successful person."

"Then what's the need for astrology?"

This was my chance. I stood up, walked towards the white board and drew a picture.

"Sir. Here is a scenario. Imagine that you are standing on top a building near an intersection. You are standing in such a position that you can see what's happening on both sides of the building."

 "Let's assume that the cross road doesn't have any traffic signals. It's a small intersection within an apartment complex. You see two cars approaching each other at high speed. The drivers in the car do not know about the other car because they can't see the other one. Since you are in a higher plane than the drivers, you can say that there is going to be a collision, with the way things are going. You can predict that something's going to happen, right sir?"

"Umm..Yes..But that might not necessarily happen. One of the cars can slow down or the drivers might be experienced enough to avoid the accident."

"Exactly.Sir. That's the same way with astrology and horoscopes. They can predict that something might happen because things are looked from a higher plane. As you said, if you have the patience, determination and hard work, you can avoid them just like how the skill of a driver comes into play during an accident."

"From a very tall building, I can say that you are going to have a bumpy ride back home because I know that four streets down the building, the roads are bad or there's heavy traffic. Now you can either take a different route or  you can brace yourself and take up the challenge and follow the route that has lots of hurdles. Some times there might not be any alternative route. So all we need in life is hard-work, patience, determination to succeed and self belief."

"Astrology are like road signs. They can look at something down the road and say how your journey is going to be. They have the ability because they look at events from a higher level than us. But you cannot just sit there and wait for the road to clear up. Prepare yourself for the challenge and march ahead."

The officer was no longer looking at me. He was busy filling out the evaluation sheets. I was not worried about the result, but the explanation that I gave to him increased my confidence that I could get a job anywhere, even if I had failed in this interview.

 Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Breaking News : From our special correspondent

American president Mr.George W. Bush has invited the Indian cricket team to white house. Sources reveal that Bush is very much impressed with the Indian team's world cup exit strategy. It was lightening quick and swift. Before anyone knew, the team went to the world cup, created a couple of world records against Bermuda and were out of the tournament. Mr. Bush has set up a meeting to discuss how the Indian team can help his troops, that have been held up in Iraq for so long, to find a way out of Iraq.

Sources reveal that a special team from Pakistan has also been sent to the white house to make the president believe that their exit strategy were better than the Indian team. It can be recalled that the Indian team had to depend on  the Bangladesh-Bermuda match for their exit, the effort by Pakistan team to get out of the world cup was their own. Analysts predict that the scales are in favour of Pakistan.

 Friday, March 23, 2007

Dear Bhagat,

On this day, 76 years ago at the break of dawn, you along with Rajguru and Sukhdev were hanged in a prison at Lahore. You were happy to sacrifice your life for the country. You lived for the country and died for the country. At this moment I am thinking if we have justified your sacrifice. You believed that India could survive only under a socialist regime. You said that only the rich would get richer and the poor would get poorer. I am not a political thinker so I can't comment if it's better to have a democratic or a socialist government but whatever you forecasted has come true. The rich has become more rich and the poor still poor.

Do you know that there is a cricket match between India and Sri Lanka today? The whole of India is only interested in the outcome of the match. All the news channels hire experts to talk about the cricket match. I am sorry to say that there is no mention about you in the television today. Now don't blame us entirely for this. We were not taught correct history in school. We were told that you were an extremists and the path you took was wrong. We were asked to follow only Mahatma Gandhi and Jawaharlal Nehru because they were the good guys who used Non-Violence. Psst..Do you know that we don't even follow them or their ideologies?

When I was 23, I watched a movie based on your life, "The Legend of Bhagat Singh". That was the day you entered into my life. You taught me about patriotism, sacrifice and will power. The hunger strike that you took for 48 days in a prison moved me. Here I was a 23 year old trying to come to grips with life and you had sacrificed your life for the country at the age of 23.

In pain, I always think of you and Gandhi and the sufferings that you had undergone. Now don't look at me like that. I also like Gandhi. Your ideologies may have been different from him but the goal was the same. I am not an atheist like you. By the way, are you still an atheist? 

If I have any patriotism in me it's solely because of you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for teaching me what life is about.

Jai Hind.

 Thursday, March 22, 2007

At a recent Microsoft Conference.

Speaker at the podium - "With this, we conclude our session on the power of Windows Vista and Office 2007. Any questions"?

One hand shot up.

"Yes M' am. Go ahead"

"I have a VB component and it is not working in Vista. What is the problem. Can I use VB applications in Vista?"

"Absolutely M' am. You can use VB applications. What is the error that you are getting?"

"It says some DLL not registered. This error is killing me. There is no help available on this" getting a little bit agitated.

"M' am. You can send your code to me. I can try to...."

"I can't find a solution for this. I have been working for months to fix it.  EVEN GOOGLE DOESN'T GIVE ANY HELP".

:-(

The whole auditorium erupted. It probably took a couple of seconds for her to realize why everyone were laughing.

"M' am, You should probably try live search or else Send the code to me. I will look into it."

"Ok".

I guess for the first time everyone, after attending a full day course, left the hall smiling.

 Wednesday, March 21, 2007

A Sufi Tale.

A certain grocer, Jahangir, found a beautiful parrot for sale in the market. He was very excited about his purchase and quickly installed a hook in the ceiling of his little shop, from which he hung the parrot's cage. He had found the perfect location, right in the doorway, where the magnificent bird would be easily visible from the outside. Jahangir was sure that the parrot, with its colorful plumage and its gift of speech, would attract many customers. The bird would be a good investment, boosting business for the shop, which had not been doing so well lately.

Sure enough, just as Jahangir had hoped, as soon as the parrot opened its mouth, curious passersby who heard him from outside would enter into the store to listen to the bird's interesting chatter, and would end up buying something out of courtesy. Jahangir named the parrot "Sweet Tongue" and was very pleased with him.

Sweet Tongue was not an ordinary parrot. He not only mimicked words, but appeared to understand their meaning. He could hold conversations with Jahangir and in no time the two became friends.

Jahangir's grocery business flourished, enabling him to move into a bigger store and expand his inventory. Business was improving so greatly that he added a few displays of herbal medicine to the store. Eventually, after Jahangir had invested a large sum of money in the shop, he decided to make a large part of it a complete pharmacy. Hundreds of bottles, large and small, containing all sorts of oils and ointments, potions and syrups, went on display.

The appreciative grocer became very fond of his feathered companion and rewarded the bird by letting him fly freely about the store. One morning, Jahangir unlocked the door to his shop and saw Sweet Tongue flying around, but all the bottles had been broken and were scattered on the floor. The parrot had hit the bottles while flying and had knocked them over. A great investment seemed to have been lost!

Driven by anger, Jahangir seized Sweet Tongue by the throat and hit him on the head so many times that the poor bird almost died. Then he threw the bird into his cage and sat down and cried over the misfortune. Hours later, Jahangir realized that because he had struck the parrot's head, Sweet Tongue had lost his head feathers. The poor parrot, now totally bald was confined to his cage again.

In time, Jahangir was able to recover the losses to his business. However, there was one piece of irreparable damage. Sweet Tongue, who now looked rather strange, had fallen silent after the incident. The customers who came merely to enjoy Sweet Tongue's chatter and bright appearance stopped shopping at the store. Jahangir's grocery business, which had flourished before, began to decline.

Jahangir planned various schemes to make the parrot talk again. He tried tempting him with delicious nuts, but the bird showed no interest. Then he brought a musician to the store to revive Sweet Tongue's spirit, so that he would forgive Jahangir and speak again, but still he remained mute. In a last attempt, the Jahangir brought a female parrot and put her cage in front of Sweet Tongue's. Jahangir told Sweet Tongue that he would set both of them free to fly about the store if only he would talk. However, the bird ignored both the grocer and the female parrot.

Finally, Jahangir gave up trying. He concluded that the parrot had gone dumb after the shock to his body, so he left him in peace. Yet, not totally without hope, Jahangir gave alms to the poor and prayed. He hoped that perhaps through his piety the parrot would eventually talk again.

One day, a wandering dervish (mystic) with a patched cloak and a wooden bowl was passing by the store. He was totally bald. Suddenly, a nasal voice from inside the store called out, "Hey, you! How did you end up bald? Did you break some bottles too?"

The bald dervish turned around to see who had addressed him, and to his surprise he saw that it was a parrot speaking to him. Jahangir, elated by this sudden stroke of fortune, invited the dervish in and explained the story of the medicine bottles and how the parrot had become bald and speechless. The dervish approached the cage and said to Sweet Tongue, "So, you think the reason I am bald is because of a situation similar to yours?"

"What else could it be?" asked Sweet Tongue.

The dervish smiled and said, "My friend, let me give you a word of advice: no two leaves on a tree are the same! Neither are two people with similar appearances alike, for one person may reflect on his life's experiences while the other remains ignorant. There are many, though, who think that the two are alike. How oblivious they are, for there is no disparity greater than that between the wise and the ignorant. It is like the difference between Moses' staff and Aaron's - one has the power of God, the other that of man; one makes miracles, the other magic. Nothing causes more trouble than the human habit of judging things by their appearance, because what might look the same on the surface may not be the same in essence. Take the example of the honeybee and the bumblebee: they look alike, but from one comes honey, while from the other comes pain!"

The dervish stopped talking and gave Jahangir, the grocer an insightful look, as if reading his soul. Sweet Tongue now sat quietly in his cage, and Jahangir seemed stunned. The dervish then smiled and walked out. Moments later, when Jahangir came to his senses, he realized that such a lesson as he had been given was not to be taken lightly. He ran outside to thank the dervish, but the man had disappeared, and no one could recall having seen a bald dervish in the bazaar that day!

 Friday, March 16, 2007

Below is a sample chapter from the book "God's Debris".  This book is an interesting read. Download the book from the link given at the end of the chapter, read it and discuss it with your friends.

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Relationships

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The old man rocked some more and smiled at me. “You’re alone much of the time.”

He was right. I enjoyed being alone. I had friends, but I was always happy to get back home.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Your pupils widen when I talk about ideas.”

“They do?”

“There are two types of people in the world, my young friend. One type is people-oriented. When they make conversation, it is about people—what people are doing, what someone said, how someone feels. The other group is
idea-oriented. When they make conversation, they talk about ideas and concepts and objects.”

“I must be an idea person.”

“Yes. And it causes trouble in your personal life but you  don’t realize how.”

“That’s rather presumptuous of you. What makes you think I have trouble in my personal life?” I had to admit he
was right. Everyone has an imperfect personal life, but for me that imperfection was almost a defining principle.

He continued, “Idea people like you are boring, even to other idea people.”

“Hey, I’m insulted,” I said, not really feeling so. “I will admit I’m not the life of any party. Whenever I try to inject
something interesting into a conversation everyone gets quiet until someone changes the topic. I think I’m pretty
interesting but no one else does. All of the popular people seem to babble about nothing, but I usually have something
interesting to say. You’d think people would like that.”

“Actually, the popular people only seem to be babbling,” he countered. “In fact, they talk about a topic that everyone cares about; they talk about people. When a person talks about people, it is personal to everyone who listens. You will automatically relate the story to yourself, thinking how you would react in that person’s situation, how your life has parallels. On the other hand, if you tell a story about a new type of tool you found at the hardware store, no one can relate to the tool on a personal level. It is just an object, no matter how useful or novel.”

“Okay, so how do I become more interesting?”

“If I gave you advice, would you follow it?”

“Maybe. It depends on the advice.”

“No, you wouldn’t follow my advice. No one has ever followed the advice of another person.”

“Now you’re just being disagreeable,” I said. “Obviously people follow advice all the time. That’s not a delusion.”

“People think they follow advice but they don’t. Humans are only capable of receiving information. They create their
own advice. If you seek to influence someone, don’t waste time giving advice. You can change only what people know,
not what they do.”

“Okay then. Can you give me some information that would help my personal life?”

“Perhaps,” he said, clenching his red plaid blanket tighter around his tiny body. “What topic interests you
more than any other?”

“Myself, I guess,” I confessed.

“Yes, that is the essence of being human. Any person you meet at a party will be interested in his own life above
all other topics. Your awkward silences can be solved by asking simple questions about the person’s life.”

“That would be totally phony,” I said. “First of all, it would be like interrogating him. Secondly, I couldn’t possibly pretend to be interested in the answers. If he turns out to be some shoe salesman living with his mother in Albany, my
eyes will glaze over.”

“It would seem phony to you while you asked the questions,but it would not seem that way to the stranger. To
him it is an unexpected gift, an opportunity to enjoy one of life’s greatest pleasures: talking about oneself. He would
become more animated and he would instantly begin to like you. You would seem to be a brilliant and talented conversationalist, even if your only contribution was asking questions and listening. And you would have solved the
stranger’s fear of an awkward silence. For that he will be grateful.”

“That solves the stranger’s problem, but I have to listen to this guy drone on about himself. The cure is worse than
the disease.”

“Your questions to the stranger are only the starting points. From there you can steer him toward the thing you
care about most—yourself.”

“Wouldn’t he want to talk about himself instead of me?”

“When you find out how others deal with their situations it is automatically relevant to you,” he said. “There
will always be parallels in your life. Find out what you and he have in common, then ask how he likes it, how he deals with it, and if he has any clever solutions for it. Perhaps you both have long commutes, or you both have mothers who
call too often or you both ski. Find that point of common interest and you will both be talking about yourself to the
delight of the other.”

“What about sharing my opinions on important things?” I asked. “I’m always getting into debates with people. It seems like I always have a more thought-out view of things and I feel like I have a responsibility to set people straight. Sometimes, though, I wish I could just shut up. But when you hear the crazy views that some people have— actually, most people—how can you just let it slide?”

“Have you ever been in traffic behind someone who doesn’t move when the light turns green, so you honk your
horn, then you realize the car is stalled and there is nothing the driver could have done?”

“Yeah, I’ve honked. It’s embarrassing,” I said.

“Most disagreements are like my example. Two people have different information, but they think the root of their
disagreement is that the other person has bad judgment or bad manners or bad values. In fact, most people would share your opinions if they had the same information. If you spend your time arguing about the faultiness of other people’s opinions, you waste your time and theirs. The only thing than can be useful is examining the differences in your assumptions and adding to each other’s information. Sometimes that is enough to make viewpoints converge over time.”

“Hey, if you can teach me to get along with women, I could sure use that.”

“I can tell you some things.”

“I’ll take whatever help I can get.”

“Women believe that men are, in a sense, defective versions of women,” he began. “Men believe that women are
defective versions of men. Both genders are trapped in a delusion that their personal viewpoints are universal. That
viewpoint—that each gender is a defective version of the other—is the root of all misunderstandings.”

“How does that help me?” I asked.

“Women define themselves by their relationships and men define themselves by whom they are helping. Women
believe value is created by sacrifice. If you are willing to give up your favorite activities to be with her, she will trust you. If being with her is too easy for you, she will not trust you. You can accomplish your sacrifices symbolically at first, by leaving work early to buy flowers, canceling your softball game to make a date, that sort of thing.”

“Why does it seem like the rich and famous guys get all the women?” I asked.

“Partly because the rich and famous are capable of making larger sacrifices. The average man might be sacrificing a night of television to be with a woman. The rich and famous man could be sacrificing a week in Tahiti. There is much to
be said about the attraction of power and confidence exuded by a rich and powerful man, but capacity for sacrifice is the most important thing.”

“What do men value?” I asked.

“Men believe value is created by accomplishment, and they have objectives for the women in their lives. If a woman meets the objectives, he assumes she loves him. If she fails to meet the objectives, he will assume she does not
love him. The man assumes that if the woman loved him she would have tried harder and he always believes his objectives for her are reasonable.”

“What objectives?”

“The objectives are different for each man. Men rarely share these objectives because doing so is a recipe for disaster.
No woman would tolerate being given a set of goals.”

“So what should a guy do if the woman in his life doesn’t meet these secret objectives? How can he get her to
change?”

“He can’t,” he replied. “People don’t change to meet the objectives of other people. Men can be molded in small ways—clothing and haircuts and manners—because those things are not important to most men. Women can’t be
changed at all.”

“I’m not hearing anything helpful here.”

“The best you can hope for in a relationship is to find someone whose flaws are the sort you don’t mind. It is futile to look for someone who has no flaws, or someone who is capable of significant change; that sort of person
exists only in our imaginations.”

“Let’s say I find the person whose flaws I don’t mind,”

I said. “The hard part is keeping her. I haven’t had much luck in that department.”

“A woman needs to be told that you would sacrifice anything for her. A man needs to be told he is being useful.
When the man or woman strays from that formula, the other loses trust. When trust is lost, communication falls apart.”

“I don’t think you need to trust someone to communicate. I can talk to someone I distrust as easily as someone I trust.”

“Without trust, you can communicate only trivial things. If you try to communicate something important without a
foundation of trust, you will be suspected of having a secret agenda. Your words will be analyzed for hidden meaning and your simple message will be clouded by suspicions.”

“I guess I can see that. How can I be more trusted?”

“Lie.”

“Now you’re kidding, right?” I asked.

“You should lie about your talents and accomplishments, describing your victories in dismissive terms as if they
were the result of luck. And you should exaggerate your flaws.”

“Why in the world would I want to tell people I was a failure and an idiot? Isn’t it better to be honest?”

“Honesty is like food. Both are necessary, but too much of either creates discomfort. When you downplay your
accomplishments, you make people feel better about their own accomplishments. It is dishonest, but it is kind.”

“This is good stuff. What other tips do you have?”

“You think casual conversation is a waste of time.”

“Sure, unless I have something to say. I don’t know how people can blab about nothing.”

“Your problem is that you view conversation as a way to exchange information,” he said.

“That’s what it is,” I said, thinking I was pointing out the obvious.

“Conversation is more than the sum of the words. It is also a way of signaling the importance of another person by
showing your willingness to give that person your rarest resource: time. It is a way of conveying respect. Conversation reminds us that we are part of a greater whole, connected in some way that transcends duty or bloodline or commerce.
Conversation can be many things, but it can never be useless.”

For the next few hours the old man revealed more of his ingredients for successful social living. Express gratitude.
Give more than is expected. Speak optimistically. Touch people. Remember names. Don’t confuse flexibility with
weakness. Don’t judge people by their mistakes; rather, judge them by how they respond to their mistakes. Remember
that your physical appearance is for the benefit of others. Attend to your own basic needs first; otherwise you will
not be useful to anyone else.

I didn’t know if I could incorporate his ingredients into my life, but it seemed possible.

---End of Chapter---

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 Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Wednesday, March 14, 2007 - 16:00 Hrs. Somewhere in the north of India.

"This is a very important mission for us and it has to be carried out with utmost precision. There are plans to disrupt the ongoing peace negotiations between the two countries."

The men in the tent stood around the table keenly listening to their General's command. A large map of the country's border was laid out on the table.

"IB has just confirmed the rumors about operation Tango and we have got clearance from the top for the go-ahead. Captain Satya will lead this mission and you will all report back at 20:00 hours. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir." The team of soldiers stood in attention and confirmed their approval.

"At ease and disperse".

The general took satya aside. "You know how critical this mission is and I also know that you were looking forward to lead this. I have full faith in you and make us all proud, boy".

"Definitely, sir. I would even give my life to safeguard the country sir." Satya saluted his officer.

"At ease. God speed and be careful, son."

Wednesday, March 14, 2007 - 22:00 Hrs. Somewhere in the south of India.

Savitha lit the lamps on the altar, which was filled with pictures and statues of different God's and demi-God's of the country. It was almost time. Within a few minutes, the Tamil month of Maasi would pass by bringing in the month of Panguni, the last month in the Tamil Calendar. This was the time the function called "Karadayan Nombu" was celebrated.

She placed the sweet and salt Adai's, the butter and the yellow thread before the altar. This was the time where married women prayed to God for the welfare of their spouses. It was believed that Savitri fought with Lord Yama, the God of death, on this particular day and saved her husband Satyavan from a certain death.

Savitha offered the adai's as prasadam to the God's and tied the sacred yellow thread around her neck with a prayer on her lips - "உருகாத வெண்ணையும் ஓர் அடையும் வைத்தேன், ஒரு காலும் என் கணவர் என்னைவிட்டு பிரியாமல் இருக்க வேண்டும்". ( O Lord. I pray that my husband leads a long life and stays with me forever.)

Savitha missed her husband very much. He was somewhere in the north of India guarding the borders of the country. She was proud of her husband.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007 - 22:00 Hrs. Somewhere in the north of India.

The Gun shots continued for almost 2 hours. The infiltrators were surprised by the army attack. Their plan was supposed to be a secret but some how the IB had got scent of it. Captain Satya lead his troops very efficiently, from the front. Most of the infiltrators had been killed and victory was sure on their sides. It was only a matter of time for the formalities to be completed.

Satya felt very week and the pain was excruciating. The doctors were injecting him with morphine's so that he wouldn't feel the pain. The soldiers standing around their dying captain were keeping him abreast on the latest victory news. They were angry and sad at the same time. Their captain lead them bravely from the front but in the process he was severely wounded.

Satya knew that he was dying. He was happy that he was going to give up his life for his country and he was sure that his wife would be proud of that.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007 - 22:00 Hrs. Somewhere in the other world.

Lord Yama, the God of death, had to make a big decision.

A pious wife praying for her husband's well being and her husband ready to give up his life for the mother land.

For the first time, Lord Yama hated his job.

 Monday, March 12, 2007

"India successfully launched its latest fourth generation satellite 'INSAT-4B' from the Spaceport of Kourou in French Guyana. ISRO Chairman G Madhavan Nair termed the launch an important one to the country and complimented Arianespace for a precise launch. Moving on to Sports, the ninth edition of the World Cup........."

Bharat sat glued to the television set that was showing pictures of the inauguration ceremony of the world cup, for the 100th time, but his mind seemed to be occupied somewhere else.

"Hey Dad. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes but make it simple. I am already late for work and I am in a hurry". Morning time was always tense for Raj. He never planned and always did things at the last minute. But that's how most of the science research scholar's were.

"Did you hear about the INSAT-4B launch? I have a question on that".

"Yeah." INSAT-4B. A 200 Crore satellite targeted towards the geosynchronous orbit which would give a big boost to the Directto-Home TV transmission.

"Why did we have to launch it from French Guyana? Don't we have our own launch pads in India? We have one in Sriharikota, right?"

Raj stood stunned for a minute. There was no one word answer for this question. This needed some explanation and he was already late. However he felt proud that his 9th grade son was not just taking in news but was also questioning them.

"If we already have our own launch pads why do we need to launch this from French Guyana?" Bharat repeated the question.

Raj took a chair and sat next to Bharat. He decided to explain how things worked and that meant he would be late for work. But it was better than leaving Bharat with unanswered questions.

"OK. Listen carefully. I am going to explain this only once. I will give you pointers and you take it from there."

Bharat took a pen and a paper and keenly listened.

"If I throw a ball upwards the ball travels for a few distance but finally falls down. Why?"

"Gravitational pull, dad"

"Ok. If I don't want the ball to fall down. What should I do?"

"The force in which the ball is thrown should be more than the escape velocity, dad".

"Very Good. In the same way, a rocket has to be launched with a minimal speed that is greater than the escape velocity. Do you agree?"

"Yes"

"To achieve the minimal speed enormous amount of fuel has to be burnt, right. And energy is not cheap."

"Now here is the important thing to note. Remember that the earth spins around itself which means that it carries us around 25,000 miles a day. Now If I have to cover 25,000 miles in a day, I should be traveling at nearly 464 metres/second."

"So u say that the earth's circumference is 25,000 miles?" interrupted Bharat

"Approximately, yes. The earth's circumference is measured across the equator. So if I am standing at the equator I am traveling 464 metres/second."

"Now, if I start moving away from the equator towards the poles, the speed I travel around the earth decreases with the cosine of the latitude. The simple formula for earth's rotational velocity is 464 m/s * Cos (θ) where θ is the latitude."

"Are you still with me Bharat?"

"Yes..I think so."

"Good. Now If I am hurtled on to space from the equator my escape velocity is less compared to when I am hurtled from near the poles. Do you accept it?"

"Because you already travel at a greater speed near the equator compared to the poles?"

"Exactly. And remember I should travel east, along with the earth's rotation."

"There are two things to note here.

  • Rockets are always launched towards the east.
  • It's advantages to have rocket launches from near the equator.

Now coming back to your original question. French Guyana is only 5 degrees from the equator compared to Sriharikota which is around 14 degrees from the equator.

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Kourou Spaceport in French Guyana.

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"French Guyana has couple of advantages compared to Sriharikota. You need less energy for the launch and 90% of the country is covered with forest and it is near the seas, which means in the event of a mishap, the rocket falls in the water."

"Now. I am now going to leave you with this, Bharat. I want you to take it from here and learn more about satellite launches. Is that OK?".

"OK. Thanks dad. This is fascinating stuff. I am going to dig up all the information I can."

"I have to rush now. I am already late. I am not sure how I am going to beat the traffic".

"Don't worry dad. You are already traveling at 464 m/s. You will be there in a jiffy. See ya."

:-)

 Friday, March 09, 2007

Based on a Sufi tale:

Long ago a fox lived in a deep forest. The fox had lost both its front legs and no one knew how. A man who lived on the edge of the forest, seeing the fox from time to time, wondered how in the world it managed to get its food. One day he decided to find that out and waited on a top of a tree. Later a tiger approached the area with a fresh hunt in its claws. Lying on the ground, the tiger ate its fill and left the rest of it to the fox.

 

This continued for days. The man then thought: "If this fox is taken care of in this mysterious way, its food sent by some unseen Higher Power, why don’t I just rest in a corner and have my daily meal provided for me?

 

Because he had a lot of faith, he let the days pass, waiting for food. Nothing happened. He just went on losing weight and strength until he was nearly a skeleton. Close to losing consciousness, he heard a Voice which said:O you, who have mistaken the way, see now the Truth! You should have followed the example of that tiger instead of imitating the disabled fox.”

 Thursday, March 08, 2007

"Good morning sir"...The children stood up and greeted the man as he entered the class room.

"Good morning children. Please sit down", instructed the forty year old bespectacled teacher. He looked around and smiled at the 10th grade students sitting before him.

"I am your new History teacher"....No response..

"How many of you like history?".. A couple of hands from the front row went up. He expected that there weren't going to be too many. Even he hated history when he was in the 10th grade.

"Hmm..OK..Why do u hate it?".. Silence..

"Sir. It's a boring subject, sir.. Full of useless facts..Need to memorize lots of time-lines and names..What is the use, sir?"...

"I am not surprised at your answer children. But what you think about history is wrong. Don't you like stories?"

"Yes, we do" murmured a few.

"History is full of stories. HIS + STORY is history. There are lots of stories". This statement caught the attention of a few. No one spoke to them about history like that. He seemed to be different from the other history teachers.

"I am going to tell you stories. Lots of them.You won't feel bored. How does that sound?"

"OK sir". The children were excited.

"Today I am going to tell you about the battle of thermopylae".

"Thermo..what?"

"Thermo..pylae.." the teacher repeated..

"It was the year 480 B.C. The Persians occupied most of Asia from the middle east to the north of India.

They wanted to conquer Europe and the gateway to Europe was Greece. Greece at that time was not a single country. Greece was a combination of cities like Athens, Corinth, Thebes, Sparta, Thebes. So Persia decided to conquer Greece and the King of the Persian army at that time was Xerxes I. He gathered a huge army around 1 million soldiers and marched towards Greece."

The teacher looked around. He sure had caught the attention of the kids. Every one was keenly listening to the story.

"Country after country started falling as Xerxes successfully led his army towards Athens."

The teacher unrolled the map that he brought with him and hooked it onto the black board.

" To reach Athens, the Persian army had to cross a narrow pass called the thermopylae. On one side the pass stood a massive hill and the other side was covered with water.

The only hope the Greek army had was to hold the thermopylae pass. If that was comprised the huge Persian army would walk over Greece. King Leonidas of Sparta led a small army of about 7000 soldiers and decided to hold the pass.

The pass was very narrow. At a time only one chariot could pass thru it. The Greeks stood at the pass and awaited the Persian army. Xerxes sent out warnings to the Greeks but they were unmoved. The next day the battle of thermopylae ensued. The battle continued for 3 days and all the strategy Xerxes planned failed. There was a huge casualty on the Persian army. King Leonidas and his men fought like lions.  

Can any one guess what happened next?" asked the teacher.

"umm..Xerxes went back and accepted defeat?"

"I think he must have come up with a master plan to defeat Leonidas".

"Did they poison the Greek army"?                                                                           

"So who do you think won the battle?", the teacher asked

"Leonidas".....

"Xerxes".....

"May be both lost the battle"............ 

There were lots of guesses.                                                                                      

"Sir..Please continue the story sir. The suspense is killing us"? pleaded one.

"OK children. This is what I am going to do. I am going to stop here and I am giving you an assignment. You should read yourself and figure out what happened next and we shall discuss that in the next class".

"Oh noooo...Please sir..You can't do this to us, sir.."

"How many of you like to watch movies"?

The teacher lost count on the number of hands that went up.

"There is a movie releasing tomorrow titled '300'. The movie is about the battle of thermopylae. I am not sure if it will get released in India. But I am sure the DVD's would come out soon. Watch this movie and you will never forget about the battle". 

"Ok Kids. The rest of the hour is free. You can go out and play. I will see you next week".

For the first time the kids hated a history teacher leaving the class early.

Most of the kids rushed to the nearest computer browsing centre to learn more about the battle of thermopylae.

 Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Run, don't walk, over to Scribd, a new web 2.0 startup. Scribd is for documents as Youtube is for videos. Anyone can upload documents and can be shared across the globe. You can also download the documents as a pdf,word or mp3. There are lots of novels, non-fiction, technical books out there. Some of them might have been copyrighted and would be taken off very soon. Get them before they are off the shelf or be nice and read them online.

You could even embed the document in your web site/blog. Wonder who is going to take over this company. I hope this site stays for long. 

A philosophy professor walked in to give his class their final lesson. Placing his chair on his desk the professor instructed the class: 

“Using every applicable thing you’ve learned in this course, prove to me that this chair does not exist.”

So, pencils writing and erasers erasing, the students launched into their epic essays to prove that this chair didn’t exist … except, that was, for one student: young Nasrudin.

He spent thirty seconds writing his answer, then promptly turned his paper in to the astonishment of both his peers and the professor, and returned to his seat to await the end of the lesson.

Time went by, and the day came when all the students get their final grades … And to the amazement of the class, young Nasrudin, the student who wrote for thirty seconds received the highest grade in the class.

And his answer to the question, which quite transported the philosophy professor himself?

“What chair?”