tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84320812024-03-07T11:07:22.187+05:30TangentsPandemonium did not reign.. it poured! .. and it poured onto a blog called tangents.. here are a few snapshotsSleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.comBlogger470125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-2351639284140692172023-04-30T15:43:00.001+05:302023-04-30T15:43:00.142+05:30Max's Inventor's Club<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Once upon a time, in a bustling little town called Gadgetville, there lived a young inventor named Max. Max had a knack for creating fantastic inventions, big and small, that made life easier for everyone in the town. He was always thinking, tinkering, and finding new ways to solve problems.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">One sunny morning, as Max strolled through the town square, he overheard some of his fellow townsfolk talking about their daily struggles. Mrs. Brown, the baker, was having trouble keeping up with the demand for her delicious bread. Mr. Green, the gardener, was struggling to water his plants efficiently. And Miss Violet, the school teacher, wished she had a better way to organize her classroom supplies.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Max knew he could help his friends with his inventive skills. He went home and began brainstorming, drawing up plans for new gadgets that would make their lives easier and more productive.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Max started with Mrs. Brown's problem. He designed a dough kneading machine that could mix and knead the dough in half the time it took her to do it manually. He presented the invention to Mrs. Brown, who was overjoyed with the gift. Soon, her bakery was producing twice as many loaves of bread, filling the town with the delightful aroma of freshly baked goods.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Next, Max turned his attention to Mr. Green's gardening dilemma. He invented an automatic watering system that could be programmed to water the plants at specific times throughout the day. Mr. Green was thrilled with Max's invention, and his garden flourished like never before, brightening Gadgetville with vibrant colors and sweet scents.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Finally, Max tackled Miss Violet's classroom conundrum. He created a modular storage system that allowed her to organize her supplies in a neat, efficient manner. With Max's invention, Miss Violet was able to spend more time teaching and less time searching for misplaced items. Her students loved the new system, and their enthusiasm for learning grew stronger each day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Word of Max's incredible inventions spread throughout Gadgetville, and soon, he was flooded with requests from his neighbors. Max realized that he could make an even bigger impact by teaching others how to invent and solve problems, too.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">He started an Inventors' Club at the local community center, where children and adults alike could learn the art of problem-solving and creativity. The club members worked together to brainstorm ideas and build new inventions, turning Gadgetville into a hub of innovation and productivity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Inspired by Max's dedication and hard work, the people of Gadgetville learned the importance of using their creativity to make their lives and their community better. And as for Max, he continued to invent and inspire others, proving that with determination and a little bit of ingenuity, anyone can make a difference in the world. </span></p>Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-16291149703508410382023-04-15T15:40:00.002+05:302023-04-15T15:40:00.405+05:30Dreamweave - A village of dreams<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Once upon a time, in a land filled with enchantment and wonder, there was a tiny village called Dreamweave. This village was nestled between the majestic Starfall Mountains and the sparkling Moonbeam River. The people of Dreamweave were known far and wide for their extraordinary ability to create the most vivid and fantastic dreams.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">In Dreamweave, there lived a kind-hearted girl named Luna. She had a special gift: the power to weave dreams for the children of the village, ensuring they would have magical adventures in their sleep. Every evening, Luna would sit by her window, using her enchanted loom to weave dreams from the threads of starlight and moonbeams.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">One night, as Luna worked at her loom, a gentle gust of wind brought her a message from the other side of the Starfall Mountains. A village called Slumberdeep was in dire need of her help. The children of Slumberdeep had been plagued by nightmares, and their parents were at a loss, unable to bring them any comfort.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Without hesitation, Luna embarked on a journey to Slumberdeep. She climbed the Starfall Mountains, guided by the shimmering constellations in the sky. She crossed the Moonbeam River, its silvery waters reflecting the soft glow of the moon.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Upon arriving in Slumberdeep, Luna found the children and their parents in a state of distress. Luna assured them that she would do everything in her power to bring sweet dreams back to their village.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">That night, Luna set up her loom in the village square, and she began to weave. The threads of starlight and moonbeams danced in the air, creating a tapestry of dreams more beautiful and intricate than any she had made before.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">As Luna wove, the dreams began to float gently towards the children's homes, finding their way into the hearts and minds of the sleeping little ones. One by one, their nightmares were replaced with dreams of laughter, adventure, and joy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">In their dreams, the children of Slumberdeep found themselves exploring magical realms filled with talking animals, enchanted forests, and ice cream mountains. They played with unicorns and flew with the wind atop the wings of giant eagles. They visited castles made of candy and danced on clouds that tasted like cotton candy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">When morning came, the children of Slumberdeep awoke with smiles on their faces, their hearts filled with the magic of Luna's dreams. The villagers gathered in the square to thank Luna for her incredible gift, and from that day forward, Slumberdeep became known as the Village of Sweet Dreams.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Luna returned to Dreamweave, her heart full of gratitude and love. She continued to weave dreams for the children of her village and for children all around the world, knowing that she had the power to bring joy and adventure to their lives, even as they slept.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">And so, every night, when you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, remember that Luna and her enchanted loom are hard at work, weaving dreams of wonder and magic just for you. </span></p>Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-17412453717887570462023-03-30T15:38:00.001+05:302023-03-30T15:38:13.292+05:30Tim from Whistling Wind<p>Once upon a time, in the charming village of Whistling Wind, there was a young boy named Tim. Tim was known for his adventurous spirit and insatiable curiosity. He loved exploring the surrounding woods and meadows, always eager to discover something new.</p><p>One day, while exploring the woods, Tim stumbled upon a hidden clearing. At the center of the clearing was a mysterious, ancient tree, unlike any he had ever seen before. Its trunk was twisted, and its branches reached out in all directions like arms, ready to embrace the sky.</p><p>As Tim approached the tree, he noticed that it was covered in countless colorful ribbons, each one adorned with a small, glittering bell. Intrigued, Tim gently tugged on one of the ribbons, and the bell rang out with a beautiful, melodic sound.</p><p>Suddenly, a soft voice whispered in the wind, "Thank you for awakening the Wishing Tree, young adventurer. As a reward for your curiosity, I grant you three wishes. Choose wisely, and your heart's desires shall be fulfilled."</p><p>Tim couldn't believe his ears. He thought long and hard about his first wish. He had always been a fast runner, but he wished he could be even faster, swift as the wind itself. The tree's leaves rustled, and Tim could feel newfound energy coursing through his veins.</p><p>For his second wish, Tim wanted to communicate with animals, understanding their thoughts and speaking their language. Once again, the tree obliged, and suddenly, Tim could hear the chatter of the forest creatures all around him. He laughed with the squirrels, sang with the birds, and even learned a few wise words from an old tortoise.</p><p>Finally, Tim pondered his third wish. He thought of his friends and family in Whistling Wind and how he could use his last wish to bring joy to them. He decided to wish for the ability to bring happiness to others, simply by sharing stories of his adventures.</p><p>The Wishing Tree granted Tim's final wish, and he returned to the village with newfound gifts. He raced through the streets, faster than anyone had ever seen. He shared conversations with the village animals, much to everyone's delight. But most importantly, Tim told stories of his adventures, filling the hearts of his friends and family with happiness and wonder.</p><p>From that day on, Tim became known as the Village Storyteller, a beloved figure who brought joy to everyone he met. His tales of the Wishing Tree, magical creatures, and daring escapades inspired generations of Whistling Wind's children to explore the world and cherish the magic of storytelling. </p>Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-83224809399967976252023-03-30T15:36:00.007+05:302023-03-30T15:36:45.278+05:30Dewey from Friendly Forest<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Once upon a time, in a magical land known as Friendly Forest, there lived a young dragon named Dewey. Dewey was different from other dragons, as he had no interest in hoarding gold or terrorizing villages. Instead, he loved to help others and make friends with creatures of all kinds.<br /><br />One sunny morning, Dewey woke up with an exciting plan. He decided to throw the grandest feast Friendly Forest had ever seen, inviting everyone from the tiniest insects to the mightiest giants. He knew that bringing everyone together would make the forest an even happier place to live.<br /><br />Dewey set out on a quest to gather the most delicious ingredients for the feast. Along the way, he met a wise old owl named Oliver, who shared a secret recipe for the tastiest mushroom stew. He also befriended a trio of mischievous squirrels who knew where to find the sweetest berries.<br /><br />As Dewey continued his journey, he came across a grumpy troll named Terrence, who guarded a bridge crossing a wide river. Terrence demanded a toll from anyone who wished to pass. Dewey, however, had a better idea. He invited Terrence to the feast, promising him a share of the delicious food if he allowed everyone to cross the bridge freely. Intrigued, Terrence agreed, and the two shook hands, sealing their deal.<br /><br />Word of Dewey's feast spread far and wide, and creatures from all corners of Friendly Forest gathered to celebrate. As the sun set, they shared stories, laughed, and danced under the starry night sky. Oliver the owl played the lute, the squirrels formed a harmonious choir, and even Terrence the troll showed off his surprisingly elegant waltz moves.<br /><br />Dewey's feast was a marvelous success, and it became an annual tradition in Friendly Forest. The creatures grew closer than ever, and Friendly Forest became known as the happiest place in the magical realm. Dewey had shown everyone the power of friendship, and for the rest of his days, he continued to spread joy and kindness throughout the land.</span></p>Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-42734709484270209402020-03-01T10:27:00.001+05:302020-03-01T10:27:33.362+05:30Joys of Watching Cricket at 4 AM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">From the days of my high school, I have always enjoyed watching the game of cricket the ones that start really early. I can't place a finger on what it was that I enjoyed so much. It could be the silence. It could be that the entire street - at least definitely the people at home, it could be the absence of noise from the streets. What I do know I enjoyed is having the cricket on, muted mostly - you know the ads can suddenly start with a bang and wake everyone up. It could be the cup of steaming filter coffee I sit with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With the muted TV, I used to study. I remember distinctly, even after 20 years, the angle of repose and concepts of friction that I studied with TV on at 4 AM, watching India play either West Indies in West Indies, New Zealand in New Zealand, or Australia in Australia. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The whole thing is that, today, I find myself doing the same thing - sitting in front of a muted live telecast of India playing New Zealand in New Zealand at 4: 30 AM. The cup of steaming filter coffee is replaced by a cup of ginger tea. I now have a laptop in front of me and I try to complete some pending work in the meanwhile. Rahul Dravid is no longer playing. Neither is Anil Kumble. I am watching Prithvi Shaw, Virat Kohli and Jasprit Bumrah. The joy is the same. </span></div>
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-46918769066495954632019-09-18T19:03:00.003+05:302019-09-18T19:04:03.992+05:30Hindi Hindered<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"....I will cross verify. I have some thoughts, you have some thoughts if they are not matching? So, I will cross verify... OK" said the person I went to meet with. A thick voice and an equally thick moustache and a thick South Indian accent whenever he broke to speak in Hindi. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He could last only 3 words in Hindi and switch back to English. Reminds me of my own struggle to speak in Hindi earlier on in my career. I had tried to use some words from the movies and got mocked for speaking "Bombay Hindi".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I had to sound cool, I learnt the dialogues from TV Serials. As you can guess, we never went to see the Hindi films in at the cinema. It was always Kannada, Telugu or Tamil or English. I was left out of the conversations in high school about the popular Hindi movies at that time. I often lied to watching some Hindi movie or the other, just to be included but was soon caught as the conversation went deeper into the twists and turns of the story. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The maximum exposure to Hindi was when my cousins form Bihar (no less!) visited home and they spoke to each other (mostly argued / fought) in Hindi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wow. How did I reach here shared all these? The person I came to meet finding it tough to keep the conversation in Hindi. Right. Took me a couple of decades back in my life.</span><br />
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-83846649469679929342019-07-26T06:59:00.000+05:302019-08-01T00:46:26.891+05:30Just Another MorningThe sun has lit the entire airport up. The engine soundin the background. People trying to put their bags up in the overhead bins. Some breeze on your face because you’re in the very first row. The hostess doing herthings clamping containers back to their positions. The sound of overhead bin shutting. The ground staff facilitating for departure. Sounds of baggage carrier moving. Children excited despite having to get up so early. Sounds of the Captain making his way in. Listening to all these eyes closed makes it just another familiar morning and the feeling that all is well. Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-48825554378865629072019-02-03T22:19:00.002+05:302019-02-03T22:19:51.861+05:30Father wants to be safe, Son wants to be helped.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">4: Ambulance. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">M: Why Ambulance?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">4: Because they help people going to Hospital. Why Police Jeep?</span><br />
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He said pointing to the video: "No Appa, thit is lion and thit is ness lion". It took me a minute to understand that he means Lioness. For now, I'd let it be that way. I'm sure he will not grow up calling it Ness Lion.<br />
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-89517119961856447722018-11-22T02:42:00.002+05:302018-11-22T02:42:34.577+05:30High on Bohemian Rhapsody<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There have been very few things that get me as excited as I am right now. At least in the recent 3 years. The movie with the said title has appealed to all my senses. </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Its not that this is the first time I'm mentioning the music themed movies (refer: <a href="https://sleepyface.blogspot.com/2013/10/music-themed-movies.html">Music Themed Movies</a>). Perhaps this road to stardom theme has got something to do with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I think the acting has been top-notch, bringing the character alive. The madness of the crowd and the evolving of the artist. The father-son moments caught me in a weaker moment, full credit to the acting & the direction. I wouldn't mind watching this beauty again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There may not be much for the fan, as the stories behind the songs are not exactly clear. Perhaps does well to introduce this band to a new generation of music lovers. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yes, a web-series would've been absolutely delightful.</span><br />
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-81334452923928603302017-07-13T23:30:00.001+05:302017-07-13T23:30:14.421+05:30A Picture or a Thousand Words?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I would rather insert a gif than type out a word or two to you. You'll get the message either ways, but, it ain't the same is it? The gif image will probably bring a smile on your face in addition to you receiving the message. </span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Do you know of people who can manage the same only with words? Do you know of messages that have the same impact on you? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For that, the words should change, which would require the message changed. You should cease responding and begin leading. Lead the conversation into another dimension.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Do you know where these people are? Do you know how to find them? Read. Read as much as possible. Read as wide as possible. Read the lyrics, read the subtitles, read the news papers, read in different languages, read emails, billers, everything and everywhere. Unless you look, you'll never find the ones who lead. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Not just those who write, but, those who sing, those who act, those who perform, those who communicate. We're in a world where it is difficult to differentiate the signal from noise. No wonder, we need data analytics to help us - humans find it tiring to do it by themselves. Find the next one who leads. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Know an easier way to find one? Be.</span></div>
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-55568742163089943772017-05-07T20:12:00.003+05:302017-05-07T20:12:24.804+05:30Silence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Our palms knew each others'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Like it were one's own</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The sight of each other</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">made emptiness unknown</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What once took two of us </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It now takes the two of us</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">to keep oneself away from other</span></div>
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-29641330247245693552017-04-22T04:33:00.003+05:302017-04-22T04:34:56.181+05:30It is<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is it true,</span><div>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">that my past posts,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">are but a reflection</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">of the brilliance </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">of the life I once led?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is it true,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">that my past posts,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">are but a showcase</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">of what I'm missing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">in the life I'm leading?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Is it true,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">that my past posts</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">chronicle my life</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">of the times - good & bad</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">to get by life that I lead?</span></div>
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-61241118478311835512017-02-17T22:07:00.001+05:302017-02-17T22:07:46.393+05:30We Lined Up All Cute Animals At Home :)<img src='https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/16789816_225481214584198_1291016965304877056_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTQ1MjMxNDk5MDgwODEyNTQ0NA%3D%3D.2.c' style='max-width:586px;' /><br />
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Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-48023950382511266632016-05-22T19:22:00.000+05:302016-05-22T19:22:05.409+05:30The Day a Computer Blogs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The <a href="http://www.sciencealert.com/a-novel-written-by-ai-passes-the-first-round-in-a-japanese-literary-competition" target="_blank">prospect of a novel written by a robot winning a literary prize</a> (as it happened in Japan late March this year) should be worrying us. This can mean potential ability to write & publish hundreds of books in a single minute while being consistent in narrative, themes, and plots. Imagine what this would do to the human attention - which is faced with the prospect of filtering out thousands of books to select a particular book. Apart from the effects on the attention, this will put human authors (never could imagine using this phrase) in direct competition with a robot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If the sources for content for a human to write a book include experience, imagination, observation or some level of constructs in the mind, what would be the sources of content for a book written by a robot? As the current case is, it is from some inputs from humans on key words and phrases or storylines (perhaps).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Keeping the potential problems aside, this is a big step for human race and there are many similar developments that aims to make life easier. <a href="https://gmail.googleblog.com/2015/11/computer-respond-to-this-email.html" target="_blank">Take Gmail's smart reply feature for instance</a>. The intention is to save time and that life will become simpler if you don't have to type out replies to every email you receive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, there are solutions such as <a href="https://automatedinsights.com/product/" target="_blank">wordsmith that will create - not just articles - but personalized articles given a data set</a>. When the intention becomes 'to make what is possible', then objectives like 'making life simpler becomes miniscule'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With these, imagine the news industry - all they would need is the editor. Then, just like that, that's all we would need - an editor who would screen, filter and separate - not what is good from what is bad - but, what suits the taste to an individual creating personalized books, newspapers, magazines etc., </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With services like Flipboard and even Facebook delivering the same, you just have to see your phone for the personalized news & magazine that is waiting for you. The day will not be far when you have to fire up your device (whichever that is) to find the new book written exclusively for you. That day, it will not matter who writes the blogpost. The day the computer writes a blogpost will not be noticed by humans and may become a data point.</span></div>
Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-74117933161369345162016-05-08T21:31:00.001+05:302016-05-08T21:31:52.374+05:30We First Met on Uber<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I tried the Uber pool option and was amused at the enforced socialization one has to go through. Please note, enforced.<br />
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If having a stranger on the same seat as you in a closed space like a car - a vehicle meant to be private - is not scary enough, not knowing who it is you're sharing the enclosed space would be even more scarier.<br />
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So, in my first such ride, I was forced to speak to the stranger, more to allay such fears and less in order to socialize. In about 10 rides I have pooled, I have seen my co-passengers immediately look at their phones or take a book out to immerse themselves in possibly to avoid conversations. It is quite easy to get on the phone and finish your calls, but, you'll not be able to talk so freely either.<br />
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It changes the way you introduce yourself: Remember, the co-passenger knows your name as it shows on the uber app. Your introduction would be akin to an elevator speech as you'll have less time talk about yourself. One would require to find common ground (or shared interests) quickly as these are the ones that will help reduce the fear of the unknown stranger next to you. Also, the in about 15 - 40 minutes that one would spend in the car, I found the time too short to comfortably ask the other person if I could add him/her on social media.<br />
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This would only mean that one should learn to make small talk that would enable one to connect to people faster. A case of the rapid change in technology requiring etiquette to evolve?<br />
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No, the co-passenger in a bus / train / aircraft is not the same as the co-passenger in a car. When you're in the former, you're entitled to be silent and not speak a word as it is intended to be a public transport and it would perhaps be scary if you're the only one in it whereas the car was intended to be personal transportation and that fundamental premise is challenged through the pooling option.<br />
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It could entirely be possible that I am old-school and need more time to socialize and it could perhaps be less awkward for, say, a younger millennial.<br />
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Which brings me to the topic of the post. It could well just be days when you hear a couple say 'we first met on uber'</div>
Sleepyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958540454040162146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432081.post-22141926799296083132016-04-17T13:55:00.000+05:302016-04-17T13:59:37.535+05:30Coffee Shops: Providing Uninterrupted Personal Space & Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I sit in this Starbucks coffee shop here in Connaught Place, New Delhi, I can't help but observe how many people have made this place their office or adda. A couple of days ago, I was in Indiranagar outlet in Bangalore and believe me, that place was overflowing. I overlooked an outlet in the Mumbai airport and there was no place to sit. It is not a different story here in New Delhi either as there is not a free table that you can select. I have had no option but to share a table with a couple of other individuals, who, to my surprise, were welcoming.</div>
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As I sit here, I see some people who look like students, studying & making notes. Some people staring on their phones, a few animatedly catching up with their friends. A couple of backpackers replenishing themselves and people like me, typing away into their laptops.</div>
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It is amazing what coffee shops have done to providing uninterrupted personal time. One other place I can think of that does this is the library. Apart from the ones attached to the educational institutions, I don't recall any other library that one can go to as of today. Perhaps, a costlier alternative would be to get into a hotel room who charge by the day and the personal time required is in hours.</div>
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If there are really so many of us wanting uninterrupted personal space & time, why are more businesses not cashing in on this? </div>
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It is possible that only a section of the population would like this and it is easy to wrongly assume that everyone needs this. It is also possible that more people are here in this part of the year to get away from the searing heat of the sun. </div>
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As far as I am concerned, if I want to get something done and be productive, I head to the nearest coffee shop! If there is none, you can create a virtual coffee shop here: https://coffitivity.com/ which will provide the sounds that you hear in a coffee shop. There are a couple of youtube videos as well that provide this background noise for us to focus.</div>
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