ഞാന് കംപ്യൂട്ടര് ഉപയോഗിച്ചു തുടങ്ങിയ കാലം മുതല് ഗ്നു/ലിനക്സ് ഓപ്പറേട്റ്റിങ്ങ് സിസ്റ്റങ്ങളാണ് ഉപയോഗിച്ചുപോന്നിട്ടുള്ളത്. എന്നാല് അടുത്തിടെയായി (ഏകദേശം മൂന്നു വര്ഷം മുന്പ്) ഞാന് ഒരു മാക്ബുക്ക് വാങ്ങിക്കുകയും തന്മൂലം മാക് ലെപ്പാര്ഡ് ഓപ്പറേറ്റിങ്ങ് സിസ്റ്റം ഉപയോഗിക്കുവാന് ഇടയാവുകയും ചെയ്തു. മൂന്നു വഷങ്ങള്ക്ക് ശേഷവും ലിനക്സ് ഓപ്പറേട്റ്റിങ്ങ് സിസ്റ്റങ്ങള് ഉപയോഗിക്കുന്ന അത്രയും സുഗമമായും ശക്തമായും ഒരിക്കലും മാക് ഓപ്പറേട്റ്റിങ്ങ് സിസ്റ്റം ഉപയോഗിക്കാന് എനിക്കു കഴിഞ്ഞിട്ടില്ല.
സ്വാഭാവികമായും പുതിയ ഒരു ലാപ്ടോപ്പ് വാങ്ങിയപ്പോള് ഞാന് വീണ്ടും ലിനക്സിലേക്കു മടങ്ങാന് താത്പര്യപ്പെട്ടു. പരിമിതമായ ബാന്ഡ്വിഡ്ത് ഡൌണ്ലോഡിങ്ങ് അനുവദിക്കാത്തതിനാല് ഞാന് ഉബുണ്ടു 10.04 ന്റെ ഒരു സി ഡി റോമിനായി അപേക്ഷികയും കാനോനിക്കല് ഇന്ക് വളരെ ക്രിത്യമായി സി ഡി അയച്ചു തരികയും ചെയ്തു. ലിനക്സിനെ കൂടുതല് ജനപ്രിയവും സൌകര്യപ്രദവും ആക്കുക എന്ന ഉദ്ദേശത്തോടെ പുറത്തിറക്കുന്ന ഈ ഡിസ്ട്രൊ ലിനക്സിന്റെ നല്ല ഗുണങ്ങളെല്ലാം അതിനായി പണയപ്പെടുത്തിയെന്നു പറയാതിരിക്കാന് വയ്യ.
സ്ക്രീന് റെസല്യൂഷന് കൃത്യമായി തിരിച്ചറിയുക, പാനലുകള് സ്ഥിരത പ്രദര്ശിപ്പിക്കുക തുടങ്ങിയ അടിസ്ഥാന ആവശ്യങ്ങള് പോലും തൃപ്തികരമായി ചെയ്യുവാന് 'വിന്ഡോസിനൊരു പകരക്കാരന് ' എന്നു വിളിക്കപ്പെടുന്ന ഉബുണ്ടുവിന് കഴിഞ്ഞില്ല. ഉയര്ത്തിക്കാട്ടിയ 'ഗ്വെബ്ബര് ' തുടങ്ങിയ സോഫ്റ്റ്വെയറുകള് സമ്പൂര്ണ പരാജയമായി.
ഇതിന് ഞാന് കണ്ട ലളിതമായ ഉത്തരം മറ്റ് ഏതെങ്കിലും ഡിസ്ട്രോ പരീക്ഷിക്കുക എന്നതായിരുന്നു. താമസിയാതെ ഞാന് ഫെഡോറ പതിമൂന്ന് ഇന്സ്റ്റാള് ചെയ്യുകയും, വീണ്ടും ലിനക്സ് അധിഷ്ടിത സിസ്റ്റങ്ങളുടെ പ്രധാന മേന്മയായ സ്റ്റെബിലിറ്റി അനുഭവിക്കുവാനും തുടങ്ങി.
സ്വല്പം കോണ്ഫിഗറേഷന് വ്യതിയാനങ്ങള് കൂടി വരുത്തിയതിലൂടെ ഫെഡോറയില് ഉള്ക്കൊള്ളിക്കാത്ത കോഡെക്കുകളും മറ്റും സജീവമാക്കുവാനും കൂടെക്കൂടെയുള്ള പ്രശ്നങ്ങള് ഒഴിവാക്കി, ശരിക്കും 'വിന്ഡോസിനൊരു പകരക്കാരന് ' ഓപ്പറേറ്റിങ്ങ് സിസ്റ്റം ഉപയോഗിക്കുവാനും കഴിഞ്ഞു.
ഇപ്പൊള് കാര്യങ്ങളെല്ലാം സ്വസ്ഥം, സുരക്ഷിതം.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Myopia
Myopia (Greek: μυωπία, muōpia, "nearsightedness"[1]), also called nearsightedness or shortsightedness, is a refractive defect of the eye in which collimated light produces image focus in front of the retina when accommodation is relaxed.
I was born with this curse, but it doesn't mean that I see the beauty of the world less than you do...
I was born with this curse, but it doesn't mean that I see the beauty of the world less than you do...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Tasting Avial At Bangalore
Aviyal (Malayalam: അവിയല്, pronounced [aʋijal]) is a dish that has a unique place in a typical Kerala Cuisine. It is a thick mixture of a lot vegetables, curd and coconut. It is seasoned with coconut oil and curry leaves.It is supposed to have been invented by Bheema (one of the Pandava brothers) during his agnaathavaasa. According to the legend, Ballav (Bheem's name during this time) when he assumed his duties as the cook in the kitchen of Virata, did not know how to cook. One of the first things he did was to chop up many different vegetables, boil them together and top the dish with grated coconut.
[Courtesy http://www.wikipedia.org]
But the best part is, it tastes good. And during 24th and 25th of April, people in Bangalore tasted Avial and found it good, in fact better than many of the things that they had tasted till date.
This time, the Avial mentioned here is not a rich mixture of boiled vegetables topped with curd and grated coconut, but an amazing rock band which hails from Kerala which sings rock in Malayalam. As Bhima did while making Aviyal for the first time, mixing things that no one believed can co-exist, and coming up with something that tasted so good. The band provides an awesome rich blend of Kerala folk music and rock.
I had been familiar with the music of Avial for some years and this time decided to follow the band to Bangalore to catch them playing live. For starters, they sound and feel so amazingly different from any other Indian band. Let it be the tones that come out from Rex’s Les Paul, the steady bass lines from Benny, the metronome named Mithun or the spontaneous acts that Tony pulls up on the stage still singing in his straight-forward voice-they are different by miles.
Since I am not good enough to write, here is a coverage for you through my lens.
[Courtesy http://www.wikipedia.org]
But the best part is, it tastes good. And during 24th and 25th of April, people in Bangalore tasted Avial and found it good, in fact better than many of the things that they had tasted till date.
This time, the Avial mentioned here is not a rich mixture of boiled vegetables topped with curd and grated coconut, but an amazing rock band which hails from Kerala which sings rock in Malayalam. As Bhima did while making Aviyal for the first time, mixing things that no one believed can co-exist, and coming up with something that tasted so good. The band provides an awesome rich blend of Kerala folk music and rock.
I had been familiar with the music of Avial for some years and this time decided to follow the band to Bangalore to catch them playing live. For starters, they sound and feel so amazingly different from any other Indian band. Let it be the tones that come out from Rex’s Les Paul, the steady bass lines from Benny, the metronome named Mithun or the spontaneous acts that Tony pulls up on the stage still singing in his straight-forward voice-they are different by miles.
Since I am not good enough to write, here is a coverage for you through my lens.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Pain Of Evolution
There will be a million shining leaves in this old tree that stands alone by the hill. A thousand mushrooms will spurt out at its bottom. But, in the days when the skies start to pour, the tree will be alone. All the little ones who play under the tired trunks of the old tree will run into the shade and safety of their homes.
The tree never wished for a rain. Even when it dropped all it’s leaves one by one, it was more afraid of the solitude that would be brought forth by the rain.
The children, who were sitting under the tree, used to dream about the green meadows and blue sky. The tree wondered, ‘how similar are our dreams!’
The children, believed all the fairytales that they heard. The flying carpets, talking trees and the fairies in the dark. They honestly believed that it all is true.
Their eyes shined with a happiness, which never seemed to fade.
One fine day, all the children were grown up. They stopped coming together to the shade. One or two would come, very rarely.
Their dreams now carry only selfishness. Their eyes are veiled by anxiety and greed.
And the clouds started to pour down in the right time.
The tree bent his head and cried out loudly.
“Burn me down in the next summer.”
The grown ups wondered,
“Unbelievable, look, a tree that speaks!”
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Rhythm Of Death
When you sent them to this busy world,
Have you taken their permission?
And they, remained strangers for years,
Lived without complaints and concerns.
It was you, who sent the wind of love, into the space between them.
You never unveiled your secrets, to them.
Keeping them in ignorance.
They believed in the beauty of coincidence.
And you, nourished your love to destiny,
By invading their dreams.
And you, continued the dance of destiny, forevermore.
Their love exceeded the senses.
Beyond his rough palms which explored her body,
Something that touched her soul.
Beyond the taste and fragrance of her lips,
Something that intoxicated him.
Exchange of pleasure, did not mean
Simply coming together of two naked bodies for them.
Beyond the heat of orgasm,
It was something that touched their souls.
They prepared the thread and dip,
Oh weaver, why didn’t you weave a cloth for them?
In their hearts, they planted a million seeds of love,
Oh Gardner, why didn’t you come up with even a single flower?
Destiny. The final solace.
The ownership of father over his son!
Oh Painter, do you relish more in destruction,
Rather than the creation?
Oh dancer, Is your dance in a rhythm of death?
Which no one has seen, and no one understands?
Oh the one who sits in the sky
And judges on our falls and find bliss in our pain,who will judge you?
Monday, June 30, 2008
The Walk
The people who had come there, left their tears for him, and walked back to their rusted lives. When he was assured of his solitude, he slowly got up from the ashes.
He found that his soul had not burned down to ashes with his body in the pyre. What he believed was true!
The dead man wanted to continue his journey and started to walk slowly. There is no need to rush anymore.
The wind was calmer, but colder, than usual.
Where are the demons that used to stare at him when it was dark? Where are the beasts and the birds of prey? Where have they all gone?
All of his fears have also burned down in the pyre.
He looked at the brightest star in the sky, and said unto it,
“I no longer fret the darkness. Pacify the lamp that burns with your blood, and sleep peacefully.”
The star obeyed his soft words.
Seeing that this man has got the ability to work wonders, the tree, which stood in bright light till the moment, and now fallen into freezing darkness, asked him.
“Will you take me with you on your journey? For I see that the light that burns in the sky, obeys you.”
“I don’t have any idea about the roads that I am going to walk”, he replied.
The tree decided to remain there. To remain rooted in the soil, poisoned by the death of his ancestors, and to draw life from the dead.
He walked past the tree, and touched his feet on the stream that was wetting the mountain since the days when men were nothing but a distant future.
The stream paused for a moment, and murmured to him,
“I want to see new lands, I want to flow to the ocean through a different terrain. Show me the world.”
“I don’t have any idea about the roads that I am going to walk. If you come with me, your journey might end up in the sucking grasp of a desert, as it may in the oceans embracing arms.” was his reply.
The stream was scared of the desert. He too left him and continued to wet the mountain down till the valley.
He walked farther, and in the middle, found that a stranger has joined him without asking permission. He knew that he casts no shadow. Everything that was visible to light had burned on the fire. It must be someone else.
He stopped, turned back in a blaze, and asked. “Who are you?”
“I had always been with you, I am your dreams.” the stranger unveiled.
They walked the road that stretched in front of them, together.
Friday, May 30, 2008
The Illusion
Since I had never been able to gain mastery over the language, my wordings might fail to touch your heart. But don't mistake it for my lack of love. It is just my inability to use the words and sentences skillfully. My love will never be able to express itself through words, as the world does not yet know a language which can measure my love.
What I am not able to believe till now is that, the world can change so much within the blink of an eye. I had a person to love, I had a faith to hold on to and a prayer to whisper every moment along with my breathing. I am not sure where she is now. I am standing all alone, and no heavens to protect me. I am alone with my prayers which just merges with the ether and vanishes into the endless blue sky. I don't know if those will ever be answered. I am afraid, If I have lost the love of my goddess forever.
So, the first song from my lute today would be an apology. If I am speaking wrong words at the wrong moment. After that, it would be just encores. This is in no way a claim of my love towards you, and this is in no way an expression of my intoxicated state. This is a necessity. There are things that has to happen. We are just like bamboo flutes, we just have to make the air to pass through us, and the music will be born out of nowhere. Just like that, we have to just let life pass through us. For me it whistles as a sad song, it had always been.
Yes, this is a necessity. Something that the time demands. It is just a note of gratitude, to the most wonderful girl I have ever met in my life. To the girl who showed me the real beauty of love, let it even be for such a short span. Given a choice, I would have selected the same. I would have chose death at the end of a festival.
As the great Jewish carpenter said before lying on the cross for us,
'Love is patient, love is kind,
Love does not insist on its own way.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
Hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.'
I don't insist on my love to bring happiness to me. I don't believe that love can be defined in terms of happiness and sorrow. The world is yet to know a scale, with which we can measure love. It tries with all its might to measure it. But not for me, I cannot measure love with selfishness. I just want to see you happy, that is all I want.
I have only one prayer, my beloved, and it is for our oneness.
I want to be the air that surrounds you,
I want to embrace you from all sides,
To give you warmth when you are cold,
And to make you sleep with a dull song, which lingers.
I want to be the air that surrounds you.
I want to enter you when you breathe.
To merge with your blood and cells,
And to fill you with life of the purest form, eternal.
I want to be the air that surrounds you,
I want to reside in your heart and soul.
To give you dreams and to carry your aura,
And to be proud that I am one with my beloved, in all sense.
And when you exhale me,
I don't want to exist,
I just want to merge into the atmosphere,
Just to be with you, in the rebirth.
Oh lord, remember what I have done.
Let the results of my actions determine my fate,
From birth to birth.
Please remember what I have done.
Denial is painful, when something so close to the heart is denied, life becomes hell. And right now, for me, it is. I am standing in this battlefield like Karna, who lost his ornaments and armor, with no one, to ask for help. I surrender my life to my lord, let him take care of what he has created. Let his wish be done.
Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest. - Luke 10:2, The Holy Bible, King James' Version.
I know my words are just like a broken mirror, which will never be able to give the right intensity of colors. My love is inexpressible like music in the mind of a mute. I don't find the words to express it, and I don't think that I will ever find any. My beloved, accept my apologies for anything in me, that you have not liked. I am just a human, I don't know, how to be more truthful and committed.
"Time and space, the ether
Fading light and the silence
Oh, they are so weak...
I have marked my love to you
Beyond their reach in my soul..."
Your love is the breathing air for me, when that fades, I die. I would prefer to die for you, rather than living happily with someone else.
What I am not able to believe till now is that, the world can change so much within the blink of an eye. I had a person to love, I had a faith to hold on to and a prayer to whisper every moment along with my breathing. I am not sure where she is now. I am standing all alone, and no heavens to protect me. I am alone with my prayers which just merges with the ether and vanishes into the endless blue sky. I don't know if those will ever be answered. I am afraid, If I have lost the love of my goddess forever.
So, the first song from my lute today would be an apology. If I am speaking wrong words at the wrong moment. After that, it would be just encores. This is in no way a claim of my love towards you, and this is in no way an expression of my intoxicated state. This is a necessity. There are things that has to happen. We are just like bamboo flutes, we just have to make the air to pass through us, and the music will be born out of nowhere. Just like that, we have to just let life pass through us. For me it whistles as a sad song, it had always been.
Yes, this is a necessity. Something that the time demands. It is just a note of gratitude, to the most wonderful girl I have ever met in my life. To the girl who showed me the real beauty of love, let it even be for such a short span. Given a choice, I would have selected the same. I would have chose death at the end of a festival.
As the great Jewish carpenter said before lying on the cross for us,
'Love is patient, love is kind,
Love does not insist on its own way.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
Hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.'
I don't insist on my love to bring happiness to me. I don't believe that love can be defined in terms of happiness and sorrow. The world is yet to know a scale, with which we can measure love. It tries with all its might to measure it. But not for me, I cannot measure love with selfishness. I just want to see you happy, that is all I want.
I have only one prayer, my beloved, and it is for our oneness.
I want to be the air that surrounds you,
I want to embrace you from all sides,
To give you warmth when you are cold,
And to make you sleep with a dull song, which lingers.
I want to be the air that surrounds you.
I want to enter you when you breathe.
To merge with your blood and cells,
And to fill you with life of the purest form, eternal.
I want to be the air that surrounds you,
I want to reside in your heart and soul.
To give you dreams and to carry your aura,
And to be proud that I am one with my beloved, in all sense.
And when you exhale me,
I don't want to exist,
I just want to merge into the atmosphere,
Just to be with you, in the rebirth.
Oh lord, remember what I have done.
Let the results of my actions determine my fate,
From birth to birth.
Please remember what I have done.
Denial is painful, when something so close to the heart is denied, life becomes hell. And right now, for me, it is. I am standing in this battlefield like Karna, who lost his ornaments and armor, with no one, to ask for help. I surrender my life to my lord, let him take care of what he has created. Let his wish be done.
Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest. - Luke 10:2, The Holy Bible, King James' Version.
I know my words are just like a broken mirror, which will never be able to give the right intensity of colors. My love is inexpressible like music in the mind of a mute. I don't find the words to express it, and I don't think that I will ever find any. My beloved, accept my apologies for anything in me, that you have not liked. I am just a human, I don't know, how to be more truthful and committed.
"Time and space, the ether
Fading light and the silence
Oh, they are so weak...
I have marked my love to you
Beyond their reach in my soul..."
Your love is the breathing air for me, when that fades, I die. I would prefer to die for you, rather than living happily with someone else.
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