Carthik Sharma

navin rajaram is a friend of mine who’s at clemson univ.

you know what, navin, we are blessed. yes, really. we will certainly be better human beings, and make life a lot more beautiful and easier for a lot of people who come in touch with us, like our (to be) wife and kids. its just because we are spending so much precious time away from the greed of the world . i am sure that even if i start publishing twice the number of papers, my stipend is not gonna double, or even increase. that eliminated material-greed-driven overwork. And we are in an environment with fewer changing variables. we dont take the metro or even a bus to get to work everyday. our environment at school is more conducive to introspection, and lets hope this is what we get for trading in a few “prosperous” years.

we are blessed. this is perhaps the best way to lie life. minimal possessions, minimal needs.

i wrote a mail to my friends describing how happy i felt, for some strange reason, yesterday. i wish i had a copy of that mail so that i could post it here.
what follows is what i wrote in response to reply i got saying that the respondent was happy, and felt special to have received that mail, regardless of the fact that it had so many CC addresses.

i trouble so many people when i feel bad. i take the liberty of taking the kind words of friends and relatives. i used to feel guilty about this, and then i decided that what i should do is tell them when i a feel happy too, so that its a fair deal.the message was the same for all my friends. it was about how much i missed my friends, and God knows that instead of meeting my friends one on one, i would love to meet them all at the same place, once again, just like i used to at recw, for example. so similarly, sharing the same happiness with so many people, using the same mail does make sense. i wish everyone was as understanding as one of my friends was, and realise that just because x-many other people got to hear what i had to say, the value of the shared feeling doesnt diminish by a factor of x.

After I read this about Mix CDs and how people swap them, I was amazed. I had thought of doing something like this not so long ago, but had given up because i thought no one would trust me enough to take the pain to burn a cd and mail it to me, trusting that i would do the same to them.

So this is an open offer.

Does anyone want to swap music mix cds with me?

I shall burn an eclectic collection of songs i like, and mail them to you, and i would expect you to do the same for me.

In fact, if you would like me to, i could burn mp3’s onto a cd, so you get more music.

To make it more interesting, i could burn music from exotic places like
Kerala[language-malayalam] (alright, its home, for me. )
Tamil Nadu[language - tamil]
India [Language - hindi]
and more…India is home to a lot of languages and also 2 classical music forms, the Hindustani and Carnatic traditions.

Of course, like everyone else I listen to a lot of english music too.

Wanna Swap?

This blog makes for interesting reading about Iraq. An Iraqi’s Blog , i presume, with moving images of life in Iraq, which, as I expected is much the same, and could be just as beautiful as life elsewhere.

dey harish ( ,
you are on the net.
here’s the article with you and your photo in it
good to see you , after so long.

after a long search, i finally found a palm download with the std codes of all indian cities. havent used it yet, hope its updated to reflect the latest numbering system changes made.
you can download it here

popularize http://labs.google.com
get set on http://slashdot.org
get the damn homepage in final(?) shape
look up RSS feeds

i wish i could find some justifiable use for a creativecommons license. be ages before i write/do anything artistic AND original…
creativecommons.org/license/

i figure some friends might want to use this. pretty neat idea this.

alright, i know what a ToDo list is for and why it shouldnt be on your friends page. sorry about that.

enough for the day, blogging off.

This here is a barcode that would be read as 2fargon by any Code 128-b type reader. I’m worse than a number, I am a barcode, that too of an assumed name

F I S H I N G F O R A W O R T H Y E X I S T E N C E

One summer, an American investment banker was vacationing in Mexico, in a small coastal village.
He was down at the dock just as a small boat was docking. The banker noted that on the deck of the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna, and only one young Mexican fisherman. He addressed the fisherman in English (which he understood), extended his compliments on the quality of those fish, and asked how long it took to catch them. The fisherman replied, “Only two or three hours.”

The banker then asked why he fished so briefly. The fisherman said two or three hours of such work gave him enough money to support his family’s immediate needs.

Said the banker, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?” The fisherman said, “My day is this: I sleep late, then fish a little, then play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, then stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos.”

The banker saw an opportunity to be helpful. He said, “Back in the States I am an investment banker. If you wouldn’t mind a little advice, I think I could help you with your business.” The fisherman looked curious. “What would you advise?” “Well,” said the banker, “Were I in your shoes, I would spend more time fishing each day. You would eventually be able to buy a bigger boat with your increased proceeds.”

“And what then?” asked the fisherman. “Well, with the proceeds you would receive from using the bigger boat you would eventually be able to buy several such boats. You’d have a fleet. And with that clout, you could get rid of the middleman, and sell directly to the processor. Eventually you could open your own cannery, leaving you controlling the product, the processing and the distribution.”

“And what then?” asked the fisherman. “Well, at that point you could afford to live anywhere. You could put your wife and your kids in a luxurious house or condo, say in New York, and just enjoy all the fruits of your vast enterprise.” The fisherman said, “Very interesting. How long would all this take?” To which the American replied, “I think you could achieve all this easily within 15-20 years.”

“And what then?” asked the fisherman. The banker laughed triumphantly, “That’s the best part! When the time is right, you take your firm public, and immediately you become very rich. In fact, you would make millions.”

“Millions…!!! Very interesting. And what then?” the fisherman asked.

The banker thought for a moment. “Well, gee. At that point, you could afford to retire. A wonderful retirement, in fact. You could move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your grandchildren, take siesta with your wife, Maria, stroll to the village in the evenings where you would sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”

Now, isn’t that what it all boils down to?

another baby in the family!! baby born in britain! congratulations, sanjay and bindu!!