tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46596840385235163542011-09-13T02:07:22.191+05:30In a world of zeros and ones, are you a 0 or are you a 1?Raulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09989262514993147247noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659684038523516354.post-48477246203991869872011-03-29T23:07:00.005+05:302011-03-30T02:07:14.750+05:30

The backstory It was yet another tiring weekday. I have had my rough day already and was seeking some peace for myself. The disease was known and the symptoms were clear, and I also decided to apply the same old medicine for it. Chat up with old friends. Today, however the term old meant something different. I had caught up with Namrata and Hricha the previous weekend - online. So I pinged Nammu

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My dear mom, dearest sister, very special aunt, lovely cousin, two of my best friends, and all you sweet fille.  My dear ladies: I didn't greet you on Women's day because I think of you in my own special way every day and there could be no special day for which I could wait.  Women's day is an idea - that demands more of a quest than a celebration. The idea is to be able to afford 'not needing

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Okay, so some of you are gearing up for making a special Valentine's day? You see those roses, the chocolates, a card and hopefully lot of love; such emblematic stuff. And some of you -- I know a lot of you -- are quetching for not having a date for this Valentine's day. Why do you guys forget that this was supposed to be a day for Valentines and not you - who, it appears, are clearly not

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All of you, each one of you whom I am addressing in this post are different, very different, and yet have something in common. There is something common to all of us, and it is not our education or our career. We are all people, and despite all our differences in appearances, thoughts and imaginations, we have a belief in common. By virtue of experience I believe that all readers of this piece

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Chapter 1: 'Mars, Venus and Jupiter?'Chapter 2: 'A Date?'Chapter 3: 'Football'Chapter 4: 'Friends!'Chapter 5: 'A Night'Chapter 6: 'Meeting'Chapter 7: 'The Murder(s)' Chapter 8: May 8th 2009, 11:10 AMA man in mid 40's, laid back in his chair, received a notification -- "1 new mail".He clicked it --- mail to the research group --- he was interested to see the mail, though he was tired from the

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Hi all,I feel stupid, when I see the extent to which I have petrified this blog. Many people have asked me to update, I didn't. I feel really sorry that some of my then regular readers are not around anymore. I wish I could fulfill their wish on time!Anyway, I am finally giving an end to the murder story that I had stopped exactly an year back. In fact, I haven't even made much changes to what I

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4 years back when the incident happened, I had no senses working, I lost it all. At the time, it was the first time in my life that I had lost everything, including hope. We suffered a streak of qualms -- we thought for a life -- which we thankfully could recover. That day, I called December 19th a black day in my life, a day that left us all paralyzed.What happened? A friend of mine, a friend to

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Chapter 1: 'Mars, Venus and Jupiter?'Chapter 2: 'A Date?'Chapter 3: 'Football'Chapter 4: 'Friends!'Chapter 5: 'A Night'Chapter 6: 'Meeting' Chapter 7: The Murder(s)May 6th 2009, 7:10 PMThe day was yet to end, after the brutal murder came to light at dawn when some joggers graced the football ground. The murder was a big deal for most kids: the first murder in campus and it was bloody bloody!.

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Chapter 1: 'Mars, Venus and Jupiter?'Chapter 2: 'A Date?'Chapter 3: 'Football'Chapter 4: 'Friends!'Chapter 5: 'A Night'Chapter 6: MeetingMay 6th 2009, 2:43 PM---------------------------Vinayak was beginning to get worried about Rahul. Ever since the news of the murder broke out to public there had been panic around in the campus. Rahul was way too disturbed, didn't have his lunch and was heard

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Chapter 1: 'Mars, Venus and Jupiter?'Chapter 2: 'A Date?'Chapter 3: 'Football'Chapter 4: 'Friends!'Chapter 5: A Night5th May 2009, 7.45 PM ---------------------------------The basketball players were still at the Basketball Court, couple of them were at the coffee corner grabbing a sprite. Rahul was here too grabbing a bite. Suddenly he finds Prashanti & Megha walking in this direction. Rahul

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Chapter 1: 'Mars, Venus and Jupiter?'Chapter 2: 'A Date?'Chapter 3: 'Football'Chapter 4: Friends!4th May 2009, 8:42 PM------------------------------Friends, the best part of student life, a major chunk of life as some would put it. Within a university campus, you can't exactly separate lives. There aren't usually individual people existing in campus; either there are couples or there are friends

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Chapter 1: 'Mars, Venus and Jupiter?'Chapter 2: 'A Date?'Chapter 3: 'Football'4th May 2009, 5:11 PM--------------------------------"Sports is like a war, without the killing." -- Ted TurnerRahul is the captain of the football team of which he has been part of ever since he arrived here. Today, however, he arrived 10 minutes late for the match, but the match didn't start meanwhile. "Home Team

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Chapter 1: 'Mars, Venus and Jupiter?'Chapter 2: 'A Date?' 4th May 2009-------------------Few moments later.Rahul heard a different sort of sound, sort of familiar one but he couldn't recollect what it was. Amidst pain in his limbs, he could barely move, all he could hear was the same sound."Baar baar haan, bolo yaar haan.... ... apni jeet hoo....unki haar ho.."He closed his eyes strongly, partly

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Chapter 1: Mars, Venus and Jupiter? "Men are from Mars, Women from Venus, and who came from Jupiter?" -- RaulStars were still visible, bright and shining.A little different sight than from back home. Rahul thought. "They look wonderful don't they, these formations ?" He asked nobody in particular. He was talking about some unusual clusters of stars, constellations he hasn't seen or hadn't heard

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When I started this blog I was determined to continue writing continuously unless something drastically leads to discontinue. I however without any major reason have stopped writing three things (in no particular order):Blog ContentShort StoriesThesisSo to avoid disappointment of not updating my blog for 40 days I give briefly what I have been doing.July 20-30thNothing major. Creating the poster

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Dear friends,I have high regards for the readers of this blog, and I don't want to disappoint you with crappy stuff. What I had begun, with an idea for a sci-fi/crime based short-story, is now loosing strength and is only increasing in length without coming to a proper conclusion to the story. I regret starting the story in first place and I will definitely comeback with the story once I am done

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Fuel-7Chapter 2: "7-Minute Syndrome" 9.55 AM--------Dr Acharya had this peculiar habit of being present at the venue 7 minutes before any meeting. Perhaps something to do with his penchant towards the number 7, nobody knows as he never commented on that. He was a man of few words, and he choose them appropriately, just as he chose each of his team members.Little murmur going on at the meeting

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Fuel-7Chapter 1: "Who is Who and What is What ?"Two years back TDP led coalition Indian Government setup small independent research groups that work 'under cover' to research on technologies that would power the future of the nation. Media has had little or no access to these institutions ever since they have been hinted to be established. Certain pieces of information came to light last year,

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Fuel - 7PrologueIn a dimly lit room of a gaint structure that stands amidst a deserted forest, a young couple stare each other in the eye. Stress and fear were clearly visible in their eyes as they looked into each other wanting to fall over each other's shoulders to rest. As it usually happens, the girl broke first, shed her first tear and fell in the guy's arms. Guy: "Everything will be alright

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The NightsEpilogueTwo weeks later...The campus had just begun to forget the incidents that happened in those 2 days. It was never easy for anybody to recover from such incidents, especially because nothing happened after that. Students were now scared and weren't willing to go out of hostel alone. They had no reason for them to be singled out but they don't know why J was killed either. Nothing

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The Nights Chapter 3: The MurdererDay 3 -- The Third NightThe day was yet to end, after the brutal murder came to light at dawn when some joggers graced the football ground. The murder was a big deal for most kids: the first murder in campus and it was bloody bloody!. There were parents in campus, in such large numbers for the first time since last convocation. Some even took away their child

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The NightsChapter 2: The Other NightDAY2 7.45 PM The following night-------------------------------------------------The basketball players were still at the Basketball Court, couple of them were at the coffee corner grabbing a sprite. K was here too grabbing a bite. Suddenly he finds P & M walking in this direction. K begins to wonder if both P & M were still in the same mood of yesterday.K

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The NightsChapter 1: 3 Friends and 2 Strangers!It is end of the semester and Hyderabad's scorching heat is taking its toll, even killing a person or two every other day in the city. It has been so hot that some 'fake' researchers at the institute have shown that omelets are the best products that could be baked in this sun. There have been some non-governmental organizations (NGOs) along with

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What is it about being right ?Everyone seeks to have the right set of things. The right parents, right administrator, right friends, right girlfriend('s), right work, ... most of all right life. It is so funny but even if there are some things wrong with us we tend to identify them as the right wrongs. Consider the following: I take an occasional drink, I know a drink can never get you anything,

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This is a topic on which I can write for the rest of my life, unless I consider quiting TEA consumption. Again the later is least possible from my current rate of consumption or the blind obsession. My history of TEA consumption is a dangerously telling tale. My warning: Please don't try this at home!The first occasion: It was a fine morning, calm and pleasant . It used to be a burning welcome to

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Few of my friends who (already!) frequent my blog have been repeatedly asking this one question: What does "Deterministic Nostalgia" mean ? Why this title ? With this post I am trying to answer them.First and foremost I have already written about my affinity towards cyber creatures like Googlebot (or Slurp). And in this case I had observed that there isn't a phrase "Deterministic Nostalgia"

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Most of you might not be aware of NaNoWriMo. Every year in November the aspiring novelists, established novelists, and some not-so novelists (like me) unite to write (individually) a 50,000 word novel in the span of the month. The beauty of this approach is brute force writing. Just pen your thoughts (or actually key them in this case!), and just go on. No editing, No re-editing, No organization

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I, me, myself. I was all alone, and I couldn't bear it anymore.3 years have passed and I have been here long enough. I looked at people around me, almost everyone changed their residence or at least rooms. I hadn't done both. Now I have moved away from 348, OBH, IIIT Hyderabad to my home.It has been difficult decision to make. Life without 'football', 'basketball', 'DC++' is not going to be the

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As of now, at this very moment, I was supposed to be writing bits and pieces of code that may not make any difference to anybody, or I should have been writing bits or pieces of technical content that would make no difference to humankind, except that some individual would get his thesis approved someday.Then what am I doing here ? Why am I writing this post oblivious of the fact that I could do

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As I have told before the paper that is now an accepted publication at ACL-IJCNLP 2009 went through 9 review cycles. At each one of those I have received some abusive reviews. At some of them I also received wonderfully positive reviews (with a sugar candy attached to it). At all of them I received neutral reviews (Yes, all of them!).I thought I could share with you some of the most abusive, some

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I have been wondering over the past one year what the Indian Premier League (IPL) has done to all of us. It has changed our understanding (or the lack of) of the game of cricket, it created a sense of attachment to more than one team (Our favorites are now distributed all over the place!). Most of all it has mesmerized us. We are struck in awe at the pace of the game; the pace at which runs are

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Alright. To start writing on a positive note, I would say "Eureka!!".The Eureka moment of my lifeI was about to go out for dinner that evening. When Surya finds me rather restless while he had some words to share with me.He said "Your paper has been accepted, right ?".I thought he was referring to the HLT-NAACL CLIA Workshop paper which got accepted 2 months back.Then he reiterated "

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Three years back, a rather aggressive yet shy sportsman posted his first post on his Weblog. He still considers that piece of writing to be on one of the most intriguing topics he'd still want to write on. His writing skills at the time were bizarre and his understanding of life were questionable to say the least.Later that year he joined IIIT hyderabad, he wanted to keep blogging and keep his

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