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Back again!

Yah, back again!
After withdrawing from writing anything on this blog, I just have come back again. The reason for my being absent over here is that, I didnt feel like writing. Such an apathy. I always felt I was writing some thing else already written. And, more over, I didnt have those nice things and all to write about. Who will read the crap if I write something about me and all. I dont believe all that stuff like life is something, a war and all. Or we got to achieve and all. I dont like all that stuff. Well I will end it up, so abrupt, and disgusting. I know.

Today, I joined a bunch of orkut communities. Not really to network and all, but just for the sake of it. I know, no much activity goes there either.

Let it go. I hope I keep updating this blog for the sake of it. What a lousy conclusion.

Syriana

Recently I happend to watch this movie "Syriana". A real high profile, complex and serious movie, about a small hypothetical middle east country, its oil, its reformist Emir ( king ). Its a movie about a nation or a government which can dare to do anything from taking hold of a victim country's political system, luring the key people to killing its Emir. Its about a government trying to find out the facts about illegal mergers/amalgamations to enforce the law. Its a movie about how business guys do their business in the name of their smarts and tactics. It is a movie that shows how easy it is to lay off guys working for years for their basic livelihood, and how hard it is to find themselves laid off ruthlessly (from their perspective) so suddenly. and so so. A worth watching movie. I found this kind of love for this kind of movies when I first watched "the insider", a movie about a tobacco company.Movies of this kind have much to show to the people, much for the characters to speak and act. I recommend if somebody didnt watch it yet to watch this movie. I mentioned some dialog excerpts below.
Prince Nasir ( Emir ): I studied at Oxford. I have a PHD from Georgetown. I want to create a parliament. I want to give women the right to vote. I want to start a new petroleum exchange in the Middle-east and cut the speculators out of the business. why are the major oil exchanges in New York and London anyway? I'll put all of our energy up for the competitive bidding, I'll pipe through Iran to Europe like you proposed, I'll ship to China, anything that achieves efficiency and maximizes profits for my people, profits which I'll then use to rebuild my country.
Bryan: That's great, that's exactly what you should do.
Prince Nasir: Exactly, except your president calls my father, says, "I have got unemployment in Texas, Kansas, Washington State". One phone call later we're stealing out of our social programs to buy overpriced airplanes. We owned the Americans, but we've repaid that debt. I accepted a Chinese bid, the highest bid. And suddenly I'm a terrorist. I'm a Godless communist.
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Danny D. : Corruption is our protection. Corruption is what keeps us safe and warm. Corruption is why you and I are here in the white-hot center of things instead of fighting each other for scraps of meat out there in the streets. Corruption is how we win.

rename all the files that match a pattern

I happend to come across a situation where I got some java files but with extention .txt, and they are more than a hundred files. So I thought of renaming them with using a script. Here is the one I used. And it can be parameterized as well. Hope it would be a useful one.

x=`find . -name "*.txt" -print sed 's/txt/java/g'`
for xx in $x ; do
  fileone="$(echo $xx sed 's/java/txt/g')"
  filetwo=$xx
  if [ "$fileone" != "$filetwo" ] ; then
    echo "moving" \"$fileone" to \"$filetwo"
    mv "$fileone" "$filetwo"
  fi
done

Sticking together !

"You ought to go to a boy's school sometimes. Try it sometime," I said. "It's full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques. The guys that are on the basketball team stick together, the goddam intellectuals stick together, the guys that play bridge stick together. Even the guys that belong to the goddam Book-of-the-Month Club stick together."

Oh yes they stick together. Birds of same feathers stick together. Don't know wether they fight or develop a kind of grudge or grunting attitude on other flocks. And animals of same kind stick together. I saw them on Animal Planet or Discover or NGC, of course they always show that stuff. And I noticed animals fight with other types. And some behave humbly with others. And so on and on, as we know the goddamn thing very well.

When you go to work place, and these days, you would find a multitude of people work together , from across the world-country-region. And there, they too stick together. Northies stick together. Southies stick together. Dont know about northies :P. But in southies, Andhraites stick together, Kannadigas stick together and so Tamils and Malayalis. Oh there are so many other kinds and forms of sticking together. Department wise, project wise, type of project wise, Microsoft wise and Java wise, Or developers wise or admins wise, they tend to damn sticking together. And it is resulting in a kind of prejudice or resentment among everybody sticking together according to their convenient protocols on everybody else sticking together according to their convenient protocols. Hmmm, this thing is not new to our country or to the world or to the everything that born and breathe and socialize in some way or the other.

And these are the hell lot of reasons for hell lot of problems around the globe among every living thing. That is in the plan. We cant damn help it anyway. I only want to watch the fun. And you know, and I started just tolerate away the damn if some sticking together group of same elements pass a comment or laugh, rather than watch scornfully at them or plan a kind of revenge together with my sticking together group of my kind of elements. Yeah, I call it elements. Yeah, who cares to use right english words, when you born somewhere else with your own language and expressions and all. Leave it all.

And we all should live together amicably. Yes they make fun and you make fun. No difference. Yeah, they have some complaints and you have some. All we got to do is tolerate way the stuff. What the hell will you do, if you happen to get a stone under your teeth when eating your delicious sambar and rice, mixed so tenderly ? Wont you just tolerate away the stone and continue ;) or you would go and destroy your mom's kitchen ? You wont, right ? So my friend tolerate away. Smile at them always. For sure you will get smiles back. Everybody are here for their bread and butter. When the languages and attitudes are different from one another, initially there comes problems for sure.

We didnt have a kind of webservices frame work to work together. I guess a kind of that stuff should be there for us too. So that we can avoid hell lot of misunderstandings. And can tolerate simple faults. But, we are such wonderful creatures, we hard-wire such protocols automatically in a course of time, hard-wire ? or hard-flesh? hard-brain? hard-mind? hard-blood and flesh, oh whatever, we do such stuff, it happens, and thats why we still are living together, though we tend to stick together in hell lot of ways.

Excerpts and all from the Catcher in the rye !

One wonderful book I always love to read is the Catcher in the rye, the goddamn style kills me. I always read the Phoebe part of the book. She kills me. I feel like calling her like sweet little angel and all. I just put some stuff here copied from somewhere. Though it is not all that I wanted to put.

"What'd he say to you?" "Oh... well, about Life being a game and all. And how you should play it according to the rules. He was pretty nice about it. I mean, he didn't hit the ceiling or anything. He just kept talking about Life being a game and all. You know." "Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules." "Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it." Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it's a game, all right - I'll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren't any hot-shots, then what's a game about it? Nothing. No game.

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

Then she left. The Navy guy and I told each other we were glad to've met each other. Which always kills me. I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

The thing is, most of the time when you're coming pretty close to doing it with a girl, she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop. Most guys don't. I can't help it. You never really know whether they want you to stop or whether they're just scared as hell, or whether they're just telling you to stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame'll be on you, not them. Anyway, I keep stopping. The trouble is, I get to feeling sorry for them... They tell me to stop, so I stop. I always wished I hadn't, after I take them home, but I keep doing it anyway.

Catholics are always trying to find out if you're Catholic.

"You ought to go to a boy's school sometimes. Try it sometime," I said. "It's full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques. The guys that are on the basketball team stick together, the goddam intellectuals stick together, the guys that play bridge stick together. Even the guys that belong to the goddam Book-of-the-Month Club stick together."

Boy, when you're dead they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

While I was walking, I passed these two guys that were unloading this big Christmas tree off a truck. One guy kept saying to the other guy, "Hold the sonuvabitch up. Hold it up for Chrissake!" It certainly was a gorgeous way to talk about a Christmas tree.

Amrutha tulyamaina Telugu - Pothana

There you go. If you have ever felt the real taste of Telugu, these are some poems from Pothana. Amrutha tulyamaina telugu, anniti tho batu avasaram so, never neglect it.

Vivek Jishtu live and kickin': Speed up your AJAX based webapps

Vivek Jishtu live and kickin': Speed up your AJAX based webapps

To write or not to write ?

Hmmm, it is almost an hundredth time. Every time I come here, read my own blog to know again what the hell did I write here, and to see if anybody else have put some comments on it. I discovered none of either kind. Oh, it sucks being dumb, you see. And whenever I discovered this, I develop an uncontrolable urge to open this blogger.com. And I does, as I said many times. And finally winding up myself writing nothing. I pity myself, for being so stupid and dumb, and the mere inability to update a simple blog with a simple message a day. Long long ago so long ago, I used to write, damn it, what ever I felt. And now, I develop a kind of consciousness that, it is all worthless writing, talking or expressing something to somebody. And it feels everything is a vanity of vanities. Honestly, I should explore a fact that why should somebody get to write, anything. After reading lot of books, and watching and living through the hell lot of life, I want to qualify writing as a thing of habbit, at least for now, until I get very impressive ideas that people would find useful, or find it worth reading. But honestly, reading is good, pleasant and help improving knowledge, values and vocabulary :P to write :)). I dont see any reason not to write. God give me some ideas man, I want to write.

Thou shalt not love your girl friend!

Thou shalt not love your girl friend!

For thy love is something still worthy to love something else, which is less complex, for instance!

Thou shalt not try to understand your girl friend!

For thine understanding is far superior to understand cenrtain things which are less painful and more fruitful on this earth!

Thou shalt not try to explain things to your girlfriend!

For the basic principle is that, thou should sow where thou can reap, but here it is completely useless!

Thou shalt not think that your girlfriend listened to you!

For they always knew what you would say and beyond before you say it!

Thou shalt not think that your girlfriend understood you!

For they doesnt waste time to understand anything, as they always have multiple alternative plans with multiple alternative plans with each plan!

If you have a girlfriend and you still want to continue having consistency with your own life, then you should keep always singing this song of

Bill Joel : She's always a woman to me!

She’s always a woman

She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she’s always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she’ll never believe you
And she’ll take what you give her, as long as it’s free
She steals like a thief
But she’s always a woman to me

Chorus
Oh-she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh-and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

And she’ll promise you more
Than the garden of eden
Then she’ll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you’re bleedin’
But she’ll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she’s always a woman to me

Chorus

She is frequently kind
And she’s suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She’s nobody’s fool
But she can’t be convicted
She’s earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she’s always a woman to me

First salutation is to father !

Tholi namaskaramu tandriki !
A wonderful book (MaleKolupu : Telugu), by Arun Sagar.
His work was published in Andhra Jyothi (sunday). A wonderful style, and touching descriptions of a man's life. I love this book, and I believe, my telugu friends will find it really interesting.

Another Angle to Love

This thing called love has been a mysterious form of feelings that none was able to define it clearly. And I dont think it would be defined either. Even if some generous man/woman, by falling in many loves :P with many partners, or observing, and churning their heart with brain and vice versa, discovers a meaning, our so generation (x, x++, x+++) kids dithers it and can make it still perplex and compicated. Ode to the changing chemistry in relations as time passes.
Here goes another angle from my side, don't know if somebody else has already shot from this side. Generally, you will find yourself more joyous and happier when you realize yourself that you have no secrets that you cannot put in people. But, by nature, every humna being has secrets very much personnal to them. Those secrets might be harmless to anybody, might be of one's weaknesses in nature. But, none want to live with them. They keep on pointing on him/her that "you are not perfect". And the dire fact can be that, he/she can never be perfect. Guys, there is no space to them on this earth who are imperfect. To speak honestly, everybody cheats others, live in guise. Because, truely, none is perfect. But, this heart made by God, is very much benevolent. So, it tries to confess, that its not perfect. But, it cannot go on public and confess bigger and lound that he/she is imperfect. Because of the humiliation that may come in response, than a considerate pat of "its okay, carry on". But, the yearning to confess doesnt cease so easily. Here comes the search for at least one, one sweet thing, we generally call, apart from many sweet names we give, but to the one whom we think is the best source of secrecy that your secrets are safe. Where you are emotionally safe. You will never be ridiculed of your weakness, but earn lot of compassion to that fact. Isn't it where, you even doesn't bother to go and die. can't we call this love ?
The question is why you find an opposite sex for this thing, as a safe locker for your emotions. Well there are reasons, and are quite self explanatory. Their nature is more of senses. The bulging steams of your feelings of gratitude, selfishely being named as love (but its okay) should end gloriously through all your senses, in a place where they are best treated. Isn't it that, the sweet embrace of your love ?

The thing called dust!

Tis just started...

Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell!

I always liked these lines from Millay.

Nothing has been changed, except time.
May be we are wrong here too. We know a way how to measure time, may be thats why we call it is changing. You measure back by the events. Might be events were them that changed.

I still see the history, but with a new look and feel. Nothing has been changed.

There was fear. There was God. There were texts. There were kings. There were priests. There were people. There were pursuits. There was flattery.

I see everything the same.
Might form and features differ.

Again here.
Dust is the same. Dust remains the same. Dust is always same.
You cannot make dust more dust. Through the ages it is dust. And will be.

Even the pattern of the thought like dust, never changed. I find no difference. We didnt yet give an absolute thought on this. I still cannot understand that the men are still the same through all the ages, reforms and wars. I some times feel that we change the way we choose to change. As long as you have this inclination towards choosing, you will never change. Choosing is a kind of comfort you arrive at when you have many choices before. Choices keep you unchanged, except the fact that you change towards a better choice, a choice that might possibly please your bodyly-mentally pleasures. Pleasure is a kind of laziness. At least pleasure is never a source or path for the happiness, but works as a catalyst for choosing still.

Long long ago, everybody bowed before God, or to his Men. And later to the kings. And later to the Man. We always have got an instinct that we like to be governed. Well fine, I agree this thing called governed exists. But, I see these days a severe need that we have to change this definition, or extinct this thing called 'Government'. Unless, there is every possibility lurking, that men will extinct before they really aught to. I believe that an AutoGoverned Super People should come to living. Todays politics are ancient in nature. This age doesnt really need them. Though I cant put them in words for now, the concept of nations should be erased. Nation Earth. We see everywhere, we are running short of everything from the Mother, Earth. Or we are consuming too fast and too much. Governments instigate wars in the pretext of protecting their people, but there will no people of one's own, when you see it from the perspective of the every shrinking natural resource.

Well actually I see politics everyday, most possibly accidentally on ever around media, though I am not very much interested in them. But, can't help to have an opinion on them. If I give a break to the opinions I already have on the politics/governance etc, the current politics in our country/state are just worst of their kind. They cannot see the ground realities, or they intentionally evade. Why don't these guys understand that the motto of the governance is not only governing the people, but constantly educating the people and enforcing the laws that sustain the order. Politics has become an industry here, we can see that truth in every implementation they undertake. They are after money, fame and retaining the power. They never have a clue how to address a problem to its roots. Sick politics of this kind are the prime reason for the depravity of the societies under their influence. Everything gets messed up here. Nation and its people are not in need of this kind of governance. We blindly spend our days, because we are gracefully allowed to live like that. But that is a kind of deceiving everybody's intellectual powress, and their ability to decide the way they need to be governed. But, here comes the folks-malign-minded. They betray the law, no, everything that comes their way. To curb this kind, the government should be enough benevolent in its nature. To say it clearly, it should not be in a position that it can be influenced by the can-influence people. It is kind of dead-lock. Here where it born the giant corruption. This thing can be handled in a way that, when this kind of corruption is revealed to the public, there should be a way that public can handle this in everybody's interest. But there is always a way that public can differ, or made to differ. But truth can never be devided. If the law enforcement wing of government cannot handle this unlawful divide of public to save the culprit, it is giving a chance to the birth of more dangerous behemoth, terrorism. Governments always failed. Because, they are nothing but a set of lesser mortals but privileged. Democracy failed. There is a need for a different kind of people in this age. These people doesnt need governments. Will have to think to form them.