Me and My Muse

Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Our very own festivity of hues, lights and dance

The 'pujas' kicks off in style ...

Like always my wonderings never end... Is it promoting 'idol worship' or 'animal labour' or some other social evils?

Economically it definitely a mixed ripple across all 'Bongs' (I purposely use the term as as the term 'Bengalis' have been gulped down by cosmopolitanism back in 1982 or earlier) ... Well its another story.

The purchasing side of the economics, in this time of the year (or from couple of months back) is in a mood to splurge. And it does not stop with proverty. In its like 'drinking life to the lees' experience, to drop in the last penny for a few celebratable days of the year.

The selling side ofcourse, puts in but in terms of efforts. They gather whatever they get, in whatever form or quality and present infront of people (not necessarily customers), who most of the time are totally unsure about their need or credit-limit, for pounding on them. This cuts across clothes, food, gifts, sweets (yes somehow its different from food too) and everything else. I dare not forget convayance too, in a time when it premiums anywhere between 15-300 percent more in the city (oh the city here is called Calcutta, the very old English loving place - not nearly even the city of joy)

There remains millions if not more, forgotten and lost stories of sadness, remorse and loss. Which are either ignored as trifle or considered a blessing (in disguise of curse) by the ten-fold goddess.

It is mostly found that the concern of livelihood or well-being among the celebrating population (which engulfs close to all) is transformed into a surprising concern of showcase-ability or merrymaking to the limit, where the care for self enjoyment wins over all others. The social eyebrow is also remain un-raised in all such cases. This goes on again in all forms. Starting with the most competent traffic rulers. The simplest examples start from the heavily trafficked roads which hardly can remain on the verge of a collapse in other parts of the year and narrowed (if not completely blocked) but semi-permanent 'pandals' (temple look-alike tents). These structures vehemently block travel possibilities, at a time when vehicular movements (even for those who need it - like ambulances) are of utmost importance. The traffic situation prefers to allow such events with complete legal/political support and people are either dumb or mum  In fact any amount of grievance or complaints about such instances are considered as stupidity or party-spoilers.

The next most affected are people suffering from non-sound-tolerable diseases. The noise level of the city post noon starts from squeals of merrymaking to loud megaphone music. The average time to sleep shifts towards morning, for most of the crowd and so does these sound engines. The regulations, if at all in existence, are all on paper and seldom pops out of it. These couple of instances were just examples and not the end of the list.


[The journal is currently under composition]

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

My photography blog

I announce the launch of my newbie photography blog:

It basically has shots now. More later...


-Arnab Pal

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Silent Delicacy

Just found a booming number of hits for RECEME in the past 5 days (2000+ hits).The obvious option was to google for “receme” detect my suspicion.

Here is what I found…

At least 5 top tech mags have listed/linked-to my project at code project:


http://www.dotnet-news.com/detail.aspx?ID=45918
http://www.elifemagz.com/category/application-software/programming/
http://www.dotnetonweb.com/dot-net-tutorials/c-sharp-tutorials/receme-remote-command-execution-through-email-exchange/
http://www.devasp.net/net/search/res/r354712.html
http://en.serialcoder.net/technews/RECEME+-+Remote+Command+Execution+through+eMail+Exchange.aspx

The original posted article resides here:
http://www.codeproject.com/KB/applications/receme.aspx

-A

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Thursday, May 27, 2010

A little journey in the world of pictures


I'm Arnab Pal. I live in Bangalore, India with my wife. I was born (on March 14 1982), grew up and educated in Calcutta, India. I was there until 2001.
The first camera I touched was my Father's Yashica, when I was 15 or so. It was a film camera. An amazing experience, but I remember how in those days every shutter click was so costly and how we had to keep 10 albums in our old cupboard while still worrying about moisture and bugs to spoil the images.
My photographic experience almost came to a halt for 8 years after 2001 while I joined college in Nagpur (also in India). I did not take the Yashica. Somehow I bought a film fixed focus camera which worked for only a year.
The next camera (bought in August 2009, after a long pause), was again a low priced Kodak C140 (as I was short of money and badly needed one for my trip to Germany. With this I kind of had a hang of digital cameras and basic composition techniques. Though limited in features, it gave me some kind of content and motivation. I remember :p in a period of 4 months I had clicked more than 4000 photos. About 10-15 of them were keepable.
Came January 2010 and I got the hang of Canon's Powershot SX20. My sincire friend, Aninda Sadhukhan, bought it for me from the US (costed about 369 + 40 for accesories like bag, stand, batteries, 8GB card and reader, etc). I was in 2 minds when I bought it for me. I lingered around 1000D and 500D for quite some time. In fact I had almost bought 500D as the cost of it was similar. Then popped the question of lenses. My nearest photo guru, motivator and friend, Sayantan Debnath, told me that I would have to invest in lenses sooner or later.
I laugh at my thinking at that time. I did not know, what a lense is and how I needed it once I bought a DSLR. The lack of funds forced me to buy the SX20. And now almost 5 months with it which makes life pretty simple.
SX20, qualifies as a super-zoom 12meg camera I would say. I carry it always, though its heavy, and occasionally get paid, in moments, for my labour of carrying it. And now I am in Germany again. But I dont have enough chance to travel like last time. So the SX20 just sleeps all day in my backpack, unless once in 2/3 days while I just try a hand at some landscapes / moments.
This provokes me to talk about the SX20 (though I dont know its okay to talk about it here). SX20 is a decent camera. Atleast for low -budget-high-expectation-people like me. It has 20X optical, though I am upset with the degraded sharpness at increasing zoom. At 20x (560mm equivalent) it is terrible. So I dare not use it these days much. At 1X(28mm equivalent) its good but again the sharpness at long distances in landscapes is crappy. I had tried all hyperfocal and other tricks but it just doesn't work.
Another depressing thing about this camera is its control of manual focus. The Manual focus control is a small wheel behind the camera which is sometimes more sensitive and sometimes not. May be I am slow too to decide on a good focus while using it. The visibility is also difficult. There is a small part in the screen which widens to show the the actual focus. But I still need a lot of practice to make the focus decision. Also the fact that once the camera is switched off all manual settings is gone (no prefocus etc).

Canon has tried to make the SX20 with basic manual controls;
a) DOF setting (min 2.8 and max 8.0) you can set this by selecting the round dial on the top of the cam to 'M'/'Av' and then 2 clicks on the middle button behing the camera and then turn the small wheel round
b) Shutter speed (min 15s and max 2000/3200). Similar controls with 'M'/'Tv'
c) Manual focus (the auto focus system is really buggy unless you focus on really close subjects) For subject futher than 2-3 m the autofocus is always incorrect and immensely out of focus.
Thus, choosing manual focus is what I am forced to do mostly. I dont know if the SLR cameras has the autofocus systems better than this. The SX20 takes about 2sec to decide on the autofocus (the later the more prone to errors).
Sometimes I try to autofocus on a subject 3-5 meters away and check the distance. I get shocked to see the distance calculated is 50cm or so. Then I have to switch to manual focus -> zoom-in the subject -> and set the focus correct. To make things worse; when I zoom out again the focus re-adjusts again to something else. So I have to remember the zoomed in distance and then manually adjust the focus again (fro the 3rd time) after zoomout. I get irritated by all this. May be thats the price you have to pay for buying a PnS with some basic manual controls.

So here are the most important drawbacks I am struggling with everyday (help to overcome this; is welcome). And now I feel the SLR option would have been better :)
Dont take me wrong, I am in no intent to part with the SX20. It still serves a lot lot lot of purpose and is great for a PnS to have all this packed in a still so sleek body.
I post my pictures at
http://behind-a-shutter.blogspot.com/.

This post is originally posted here:
http://digital-photography-school.com/forum/general-chit-chat/3-introduce-yourself-463.html#post992572

-A

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Slight Return (40 bpm)

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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Weekend Getaway - Coonoor

Coonoor Photos

Coonoor (TamilNadu)is a city and a municipality in the Nilgiris district in the state of Tamil Nadu, India. It is known for its production of Nilgiri tea. Recently it has experienced a growing networked economy and a significant influx of tourists.

The town is the second largest in the Nilgiri hills after Ooty, the district head quarters.

Coonoor’s dominant demographic is a healthy mix of religions, languages and cultures - caused by the tourists who decide to retire here, the Indian Army’s regimental headquarters and Staff College (DSSC) in neighboring Wellington Cantonment, and the local boarding schools. Economic development of the town has at best been lopsided, with very little going towards the maintenance of the town.

-A
http://arnabpal.blogspot.com

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Thursday, October 02, 2008

backbenchersmusic.com

Backbenchers (mortality at stake)
The Bangla Rock Band

My humble try to tribute an extremely talented group of musicians. The website was launched with development effort from Dyutiman Chaudhuri, comments and criticism from the Band Members without which the effort would not have bore tangible fruits, and some minor
support from me.

I have taken a refuge in my guitar (for certain corrections in my "trying to create melody") and not currently performing with the band. I am keen on getting back on track pretty soon ... The site is:

http://www.backbenchersmusic.com/

-A
http://arnabpal.blogspot.com

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Mourning

Richard Wright
(28 July 1943 – 15 September 2008)

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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

ScreenShot

I coded a nifty screenshot (with mouse) tool for windows.

Our beloved OS is still lacking this feature...
Hope they take a hint from here :P

http://riddlespot.blogspot.com/2008/09/57.html

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Personal Quote

If I must hate; I'd hate myself

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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Denmark sonbad

Palash Ray has written this from Denmark. The first of its kind, for me, when some one moving to a different country has actually posted back a sincere report. A simple report from a simple but still extraordinary person.

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Friday, March 07, 2008

Rovers on Mars

Somebody asked me to code the solution for a problem called "MARS ROVERS".
Somehow I could do it... and I blogged it here...
http://riddlespot.blogspot.com/2008/03/56.html

Feel free to use, publish, steal, submit it as your own solution somewhere else or do anything with it.

-A
footnote: Watson says "Process and documentation is what a software engineer has more than coolies. Code quality and other bullshit is more important than wit, logic, hacks and skills".
I say "Watson SUCKS".

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Monday, January 01, 2007

Year 2007 - Bond 007

As 2007 hits the port folio of mordern in-vougue attitudes it has become somehow important to tag irrelevant things to more irrelevant ones.

I once asked whats the similarity/difference between policy and politics and got tumbled under roars of laughters from young and old audience. Someone said its like comparing the footpath with tubelight. I thought it was similar to sattelight-sunlight :))

What I saw in Times if India today, quite honestly, over scores over mine. Year 2007 - Bond 007. I really wondered over an age old t-shirt message "How come happenings all over the world exactly fits the newspaper everyday"

-A
http://arnabpal.blogspot.com

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Thursday, November 30, 2006

Hung in Time

I don't understand the recent trend set by the HR of some very reputed interviewers.

A friend of mine recently visited one of the world's largest MNCs for an interview.

After a 33min + 47min telephonic discussion he was called in for a 'face to face' discussion. The entire event took 45min + 55min + 102min + 7min (plus the previous telephonic 33min + 47min). A total of 289min.
[consider min = minute]

After this entire day he was told that he will be informed in a week because they are talking with other prospective candidates and the processes would take some time, blah blah... It has been more than two weeks till date.

It is very difficult for me to note that if he was rejected why he couldn't be informed in plain words right there or at least after a week. These and some other practices followed by most HR of reputations, as it seems to me, are quite unprofessional. If someone was called and interviewed (leaving the fact that for so freaking long) then what's wrong in informing.

I don't know about the "Right to Information" but want to if this clause is inconsistent with that.

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Monday, October 16, 2006

The Un-acceptable North Indian

India as we all know is (or supposed to be) a country where we live.

Perhaps! But, a person migrating to the southern part (at least for Bangalore) of India would be (should be; rather) forced to take something like IELTS or TOEFL (for SOUTH INDIAN LANGAUAGES) before he did so.

A person coming from India and settling in 'South India' has to face unprecedented problems of language. Yes, thats what I felt 12 months ago. The very face of Bangalore tells you that you are in a different country. The food, the people, the culture, the language and even the climate is not Indian (or as any South Indian would say "North Indian").

I had been a state hopper (quite ethically a gypsy in modern form of an old fashioned word) and stayed in various different states, but after dropping in Bangalore my perceptions have changed.

The Language:

The inhabitants who throng the so-called southern part of the country would rather be dumb than accept what has been proclaimed as the "National Language" of the country. They don't even care if it is an insult to it. Somehow they wont speak Hindi. Somehow they don't know it either. Somehow even if they do, they disagree to understand the language when spoken to.

Generally speaking, a cream and educated population understand this and be as 'Indian speaking' as possible. But the general mass (comprising of bus conductors, cab drivers, shopkeepers, market sellers and the entire bunch of stubborn idiots who are important for public utility services) prefer to remain uneducated and justifyingly plan to manage with 15 English words (10 being numbers) or keep uttering Kannada even if the person spoken to cannot understand.

Everything including, bus numbers/destinations are scribbled in the staunchest Kannada script with no sub-titles in English or Hindi making the "unacceptable North Indians" highly dependable to the haggards and vulnerable in terms of money and verbal fights.

The cab/auto drivers don't prefer to listen to you as well. A generic example would be; they would keep driving even if told to stop (in Hindi) and take you unnecessarily far from where you intend to stop. The shopkeepers would fool you or make a fool of you by quoting unusually high prices just by a look at your face.

The People:

Even if the above discussion was not enough. The so-called 'friend' or 'colleague' would often jump to their vernacular even if the discussion was about official issues. This happens when the so-called "unacceptable North Indians" are out numbered in a group. To make things worse they would often burst in laughter when they understand that you are feeling shunned.

Sometimes we hear senior citizens in the bus complaining about "These fellows (pointing to the same unacceptable North Indians) have spoilt our language and culture". Quite strangely they seemed to know English in all such occasions, I have heard.

The Culture:

As natural as being in some new country, I discovered here people don't celebrate 'Holi' and neither do encourage for the same. Most offices are schools remain open for work and there is no specific celebration seen anywhere. Another event; at the death of a local hero (quite amicably accepted as GOD) called 'Raj Kumar' was mourned and the mourning forcibly thrashed upon un-acceptable North Indians. The entire day I had to spend without food for mourning as all shops and public/private transport were closed.


So what ????

It is often easy to associate being in Bangalore as being outside India.

Thankfully though, we have some very high profile shopping malls and public transport services which try to adjust these features a bit. But these remain unreachable to the underpaid employees (including software engineers) of the so-called "reputed" business organizations, who don't care to bother about the social status of its nuts-and-bolts. The filtered services are far from, to be called "available".

The point which mostly goes un-noticed is:

The so called "unacceptable North Indians" add to a huge amount of state revenue by paying taxes (sometimes through their noses). In return a mere acceptable quality of treatment remains costly.


It shouldn't be quite a surprise if one fine day we have to sit for TOKFL (Test of Kannada as a foreign language) or something like that.

-A
http://arnabpal.blogspot.com
[I am highly thankfull to Sarvadnya Mutallik & a couple of holy souls like him, who understands these points. Without friends like him I couldn't have existed in here]

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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

more on my muse...

I am sorry, but these lines are written in sharp words to shine out my naked bloody feelings(In the order in which they came to enlighten/darkenen my muse)

PA: A very good girl but a better actress. Happens to be my first love who gave rise to my first lines on paper by a simple intended gesture of good-bye in words and practice. She did not even repent (or should I say, I could not make her do so) for selling the dreams, she stole from me, to someone else. It was definitely unnecessary to furnish any reason, whatsoever, to me (I had to unearth them myself). For her it was as simple as rejecting phone calls and later changing a mobile number.

ST: A so-called human excelling in qualities of simulation, diplomacy and a dogmatic religious freak. When I was going through my first heart-break he did everything he could to make me feel that extra cut. I later uncovered that this elegant heartless rascal (strongly supported by BK and DB) powered (or should I call "fueled") my break off.

Backbenchers: A group of highly talented musicians among whom I feel like a little croocked worm. I first learnt how to culminate thoughts on paper just by staying with them. Great motivators; inspite of my ambiguous random lines and musically incorrect chords.

SM: Sopno bhanga prithibi te, sopno hoye ele tumi. Sopno dekha, sopno aaka, bodle dile tumi.

-A
http://arnabpal.blogspot.com

footnote: This post is seriously under constant revision

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

Welcome to my World

Some people say... to continue with the demo existence, man ought to posess three very distinct tones:

a) the POWER to keep fighting for what he can change
b) the SERENITY to accept what he cannot
c) the MIND to distinguish what he can change and what he can't

As the ambiguity of the third property complexifies the other two, most of us are lost in hunt for Power and Serenity and the capability for their application in their right places. Some thank or blame a concept called God for bestowing or betraying the tri-needs of their being...

Sometimes my muses are powered by self prevaricators and their desposition; those who proclaims generosity to singular sentiments in times of need.


I, thus, enter this world....

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