To the Editor

This section is used to represent the vox populi of the people or to be more precise, of the readers. The readers’ mails used to share the space with the au fait members of our society who held eminent posts in government offices or are those who are supposed to carry the ex cathedra in the field of English literature in our country.

This particular section of columnists, to speak by the book, used to cut the Gordian knotn and deliver articles that presented new ideas, proposed socio-economic solutions and suggestions on a sine qua non. But such articles have become the things of yore. Nowadays, with celebrity writers donning the editorial circuit, the editorial column is mostly used to launch a smear campaign on the existing politburo or on our foreign policies and if not anything else on our nation’s blue-eyed boy Abhinav Bindra quoting his victory in Olympic as a pyrrhic victory just because of the fact that he does’nt represent the BPL (below poverty line) members of our population. But is that inevitable to become a nation’s hero? I simply don’t understand the simple fact as to for which mistakes of his Bindra is getting this public whipping by some people who claim to be the carte blanche not only on the literary scene of India but also on the celebrity journalism of our country.

Last Sunday, I read Mrs Shobha De’s weekly column stating what change this lad’s victory in Olympics has brought about in our country’s condition. She had exemplified this by showing a poor wretched girl excitedly selling newspapers, claiming that it contains Bindra’s victory story.

Mrs De quotes this poor girl’s excitement as reducto ad absurdum since Bindra’s victory is not going to change the wretched girl’s condition. But did it mean to? It seems this lady has put Bindra in the high and dry and has mistaken him for the financial redeemer of our country. I would like to ask one question to her- as to what extent did her last book’s release has improved our nation’s condition? Rather if she at all knows what turmoil the nation is through in the recent days. This lady, more or less repeats examples in her columns and as a matter of factly decided to pin someone against the wall on charges irrespective of what the person or persons have done.

Following her footsteps is another columnist, who claims that Bindra is certainly going to corrupt himself by appearing in every other advertisement and will be in no time the face of beau monde and she has decided to put the onus probandi of her claim to the infra dig assumption about the Gold winner’s personality that he is no doubt an ugly customer and a rich spoilt brat. She went further stating that its only a matter of a fact that he is born in a poor country like ours but nowhere does his economic condition relate him to our country. I would like to ask , in our country is it a sin to be born with a silver spoon? If he is rich and if this columnist thinks that this is the only reason of his winning the gold, can’t our sports officials take a cue from that and try to improve the practicing conditions of our sportsmen instead of putting all their eggs in one basket, i.e., cricket.

Dei gratia, why can’t we remember the age old proverb :

Mens sana in corpora sana

And stop being a wet blanket by blowing hot and cold on just anything under the sun that too sans souci. But if these people start doing that, they cease to be the haute coutre of the country as they cease to become the “different” crowd. This is a virtual death of their eglaritatrian character which is however not acceptable.

Hence we are going to get such editorial per diem.

About Me: The best I 've come across on a social networking site

about me:

Why to see Random people's profile in internet?

sometimes, Random People could change your life into upside down, yeah i meant in a good way. there are many of my random friends who experienced this and so do i. join with us.

How many times in a day u think of wishes...

when u see a chocalate - u wished for it -
when u want good marks...
when u want to see a movie imm..

i have been also like you,
later i realised..

Be careful in what u wish for, u might get it..

What will u do if u get it..

then starts the problems, wish goes recursive...

some of my wishes that has become true

As usual like other School Topper - yes done, with 199/200 in computer science
As usual a gold medalist - Yes, done, with Gold Medal in Bsc Computer Science
As usual lot of studies - yes done, with Bsc, Computer Science, M.C.A., M.Phil. Computer Science
Starting our own company - yes, done, with our Microworks Software Solutions
Joining world's biggest microsoft - wish done
Joining World's biggest microsoft's head quaters in usa seattle - wish done
buying my first car small one - wish done
buying my first big car one - wish done
buying my own tv - many tv's :) - wish done
buying my own things - yeah plenty wish done
Getting a girl friend - huh huh? secret! :)
Travelling around the world - almost done, travelled to Singapore, Malaysia, Canada, Japan, USA, most parts of India

My next wishes are:

A Contribution to science - oh yeah, i want to get out computers, into earth science, natural science, physics are my passions now.

i know, dreams become thoughts, thoughts become passions, passion become actions, action become habit, habit become character, character will determine you



Life is a Algorithimic Puzzle. I tried to debug it most of the times and got stuck in break points. I lived half of my life is primary memory of grief and half of it in virtual memory of happiness.

To tell a jist about my technical side, I have done my Bsc Computer Science, Master of Computer Applications, Master of Philosophy,Computer Science, I am a Gold Medalist in my UG and College Topper, I have won more than 50 Debugging and Programming Competitions.

To tell a jist about my personal side, yeah i understood nothing in the world is yours except "you". As per physcology theory, human mind goes through different stages and finally comes to a stage of "acceptance", i am reading more about brain and human mind, will write more about this in my blog.

Logic of Wish:

Callstack looks like:


Desire()
Wish()
Wish_Granted()
After_Wish_Effects()
Again_Desire()
Wish()..

This Keeps repeating, well how long a stack of life can hold it, give it a break, it won't crash with a Stack Overflow right?

Travel Freak:
Washington
Northern Cascades
Tulip Valley

Singapore
Malaysia
Japan
India
Bangalore
Ooty
Mysore

What more you would like to know about me...World of technology amazes us with "MAGIC" of internet, yes where ever you are if your interest and my interest matches, then lets make a Inheritance Exist: Ping Ram...



If you don't like change it, if you can't change it, change ur attitude, Don't Complain!!!!

Life is a circle, here, winner loses next time, looser wins next time.

For everything there is a medicine, but for jealously there is no medicine. I learnt this from a proverb.



I would love to be a friend function inside your heart class.

current diet plan: yeah i have been recently affected with many health problems since i ain't took care of my health
fDrinkWaterWheneverThirstyNotAnythingElseExceptReasonableAmountsOfMilk = true

fEatLotsOfProteins = true
fEatRice = FALSE
fEatLimitedRotis = TRUE
fDrinkMangoDrinks = false
fEatAtIndianRestaurants = false
fEatAtSubwayOrHome_not_fattyfood = true
fEatAtUdupi = false;


My latest passion or i should say soon the job i would like to be is geo-science...

i am doing lot of tours and collecting informations visiting waterfalls, volcanoes, ancient cities, architecture.

latest trips include

trip list will

P.S. :- This "about me" is taken from the profile of a person I 've come across . It seemed quite interesting and motivating to me, hope this will do the same for you.

"Size 0" Syndrome

Nowadays a grotesque epidemic has struck the female population of our country. With the histrionic publicity of figure reduction of an almost megalomaniac Bollywood heroine, the “size 0” syndrome has spread like wild fire amongst the girls, across the country.

Girls and ladies across the country are busy making out time out of their busy schedule, which are mostly filled with verbiage sessions and beauty treatments, to rush to gymnasiums. Nowadays, the ladies are least pecuniarily concerned when it comes to shopping or maintaining their aphrodisiac figures.

Ladies’ gym is a curious place to visit. It manifests such a wide variety of curios that can put a connoisseur (who is ) visiting Louvre, to shame. If anyhow you happen to browse through a gym’s brochure, you will notice three prominent features mentioned there.

First one being the “Hall of Mirror”. This feature is just like the hall of mirror we usually see in entertainment parks, just that here it is used in a mendacious manner. If you are fat, the trainer will make you stand before a mirror that will emaciate your reflection.

Second feature is “Aerobics”. It happened so, at the advent of this “size 0” epidemic, few cognoscenti from this field met and discussed that if you are charging 200 to 500 bucks for something, it would be ignonimous to call it “Jumping and Punching”. So to make it mellificious and to make it the “in” thing of the haute coutre , they decided to call it “Aerobics”.

Third feature being “Stem Bath”. For taking steam bath you are required to sit in a room where steam will be emitted. Girls being credulous, believe that they will emerge with immaculated skin from that chamber, but once you are inside it, you get the actual feeling of Hitler’s gas chambers. This chamber gives an odious feeling of how the vegetables feel when we put them in a pressure cooker over a burning stove.

The gym is a place where you get to meet a variety of characters. You will meet solicitious girls who conjure a feeling of contrition at the thought of eating junk food. There are others who react in such a manner at e weight loss of less than quarter of a pound, that their weight reduction deserves a salvo. These ladies act in an omniscient manner conveying quixotic advices with slapstick alacrity and a dash of pleonasm.

The trainers at gym sleight at every other occasion and expertly use the art of equivocation for telling the opprobrious exercising ladies about the increase in their body weights.

If there happen to be a feminine plebiscite in our country, then one law I am sure is going to be enforced- right to go to gym whether or not its financially feasible.

If................

In ethics class so many years ago

Our teacher asked this question every fall:

If there were a fire in a museum

Which would you save, a Rembrandt painting

Or an old woman who had’nt many

Years left anyhow? Restless on hard chairs

Caring little for picture or old age

We’d opt one year for life, the next for art

And always half-heartedly. Sometimes

The woman borrowed my grand-mother’s face

Leaving her usual kitchen to wander

Some drafty, half-imagined museum.

One year, feeling clever, I replied

Why not let the woman decide herself?

Linda, the teacher would report, eschews

The burdens of responsibility.

This fall in a real museum I stand

Before a real Rembrandt, old woman,

Or nearly so, myself. The colors

Within this frame are darker than autumn,

Darker ever than winter – the browns of earth,

Though earth’s most radiant elements burn

Through the canvas. I know now that woman

And painting and season are almost one

And all beyond saving by children.

Poet-Anonymous

Lessons for the Lesser Mortals

“If music be the food of love, play on”. Simple idea, but no so simple grammar: why “if music be ” Rather than “is” ? The short answer is that “be” here is an old fashioned use of the subjunctive mood, where we today would use the indicative “is”. A longer answer is that this simple idea has landed us in two tricky quagmires of English grammar, the subjunctive and the conditional sentence. A reader’s email dropped me in them last week, asking whether he should write “if I was” or “if I were”. Here are some guidelines to firm ground.

The conditional looks simple. “If I were a rich man… (the condition), I’d … (the result).” But it has traps. You meet a sentence like “If Mountbatten esteemed Nehru, he esteemed himself more.” This is’nt a conditional at all : the last viceroy’s self admiration did not depend on his view of Nehru. In fact, it’s a pretentious imitation of French. Shun it.

Beware of such shortened conditionals as “should I discover that …”, “were I smarter …” or “had I known…” . All these substitutes for ‘if’ are idiomatic, but all others smell a bit of the past, especially in speech. And not even poets should imitate 17^th century Andrew Marvell’s plea to his mistress – “Had we put world enough, and time, this coyness, Lady were no crime” , where ‘had’ simply means “if we possessed”. Yeats did it in “Had I the heaven’s embroidered clothes”, but we lesser mortals should steer clear.

As for the subjunctive, few of us use it and often not even grammarians can tell whether it’s being used or not. That’s because in every verb except “to be”, where it substitutes “be” for the indicative “am”, “is” and “are” – the two moods are identical, except in the third person singular : in place of “I go”, “he goes”, “we/you/they go” , the subjunctive uses “I/we/he/you/they go” all the way through. A famous passage in 1611 translation of the Bible has St. Paul writing : “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels …”. Is that “speak” indicative or (more likely, in high flown English in 1611) subjunctive? No one can be sure.

Still, where the two can be told apart, should you use the subjunctive? Not in conditional sentences. “If music be the food of love” is fine for Shakespeare, but “if the bus leave on time (instead of leaves)” would sound as affected in today’s Calcutta as it is improbable.

Yet every rule has its exception, the one raised by that reader’s email. In phrases like “If I were wise” or “If I were you”, that “were” is a bit of the subjunctive. It’s bizarre : it refers to the present , not as one might expect, the past, and it always implies that the condition is unmet. But it is definitely preferable to “if he was wise” or “if I was you”.Both forms are acceptable (and with any other verb than “to be” you don’t have a choice); but “were” is better than “was”.

P.S. :- This is an excerpt taken from Telegraph, composed by Steph Hugh Jones.

The Happy Prince

Few days back, Prince William was in the limelight – not for some heroic deed but for a (according to me) zany episode of buffoonery that he committed – as a means of his chauvinist attitude, he landed a militia helicopter in the backyard of his girlfriend’s mansion. What would this chimerical attitude of this gentleman of aristocratic upbringing imply? What kind of role model does Prince William present himself as to the Gen X? Is it not an act of chicanery on his part to dabble with national property? But who cares? After all he is a prince.

Nowadays, the definition of aristocracy has wizened to the extent that in the name of Kings and Princes – what is left is a herd of yokels whose cupidity and avarice has made them materialistic zealots, who are busy wrenching money out of their own people to quench their thirst.

It would be quite churlish on my part to badger the image of a PRINCE by presenting examples of charlatans such as Prince William and Prince Gyanendra (of Nepal).

Shri Ram and Buddha are princes of yore. Don’t we have such heroes in Kalyug? Surely there’s some respite to the prevailing jungle raj. Prince Jigyel Ugyen Wang Chuck of Bhutan is one such example. This young prince, when he was aged 19, left the luxuries of Oxford to join one of the militia groups of upper Himalayas to protect his country from intruders from the Northern Terrains. Nowadays, at the age of 24, he is accosted by political and social groups from all over the world to speak in conferences. He gave a lecture in the Asiatic society (UK) emphasizing on the revival of art and culture. This gentleman is a follower of Buddha and is a staunch believer in liberation theology and is an internationalist. He is the only person in the present political scenario of decoy and counterfeit who can save is country from a gradual decadence or a debacle. I have a genuine deference towards his actions and speeches. I would like to suggest novices like Rahul Gandhi to take a leaf out of his life before sitting on the Prime Minister’s throne.

With Love to Mrs Clinton

The two big issues faced by the super Sam are racial discrimination of “Blacks” in the society and the inequality of status of women in the so-called male-dominated society.

The latter problem I presume, is rather poised to become bolsterous issue following Mrs Hillary Clinton’s act of abnegation from the Presidential electoral polls. The issue raised by her during the electoral campaigns seems quite an aberrant one provided the fact that the status of women in United States of America as compared to the Arab countries and the Third World countries is quite high.

The freedom regarding speech, freedom to work, to study and freedom for all other social amenities essential to life that the Western women are accoutred with is a strike contrast to the women of Mid-West Asia and other third world countries whose women are supposed to spend a major part of their lives in the aviary of an abominable institution of marriage.

These women are badgered by their obstinate husbands and in-laws. Day-in and day-out they have to brook the cathartic and acrimonious nature of their in-laws without being allowed to speak a word against the transgressors. My suggestion to Mrs Clinton is she should descend upon her callous cavalcade in one of these households so as to justify the actual meaning of Misogyny.

For the last few months, she had been openly executing her bigotry oratory. She attacked her opponents in highly acrimonious terms, all the time, complacently relying upon one notion-misogyny. Her followers too, abjured their rights to vote as she quitted the presidential polls- commiserating it as a sign against misogyny. But for a split second, if these reverend ladies would spare a fragment of their cerebration and divert their uncanny grey-cells on the actuarial surveys produced by WHO- they will discover that theirs’ is the country with the highest female literacy rate and highest female workmanship in the service industries, thus reducing these advocates of misogyny to the mere strata of buccaneers who would wear any disguise for fulfilling their avarice.