There is more to Unix

This was taken from Dennis Ritchie homepage.
This looked too good so I decided to post it.

Click to find out what else is Unix.

I doubt if all products mentioned above have the "Unix nature". (wrt "The Rootless Root")

Off he goes

know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
so i approach with tact
suggest that he should relax
but he's always moving much too fast
said he'll see me on the flipside
on this trip he's taken for a ride
he's been taking too much on
there he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
there he goes...
he's yet to come back
but i've seen his picture
it doesn't look the same up on the rack
we go way back
i wonder about his insides
its like his thoughts are too big for his size
he's been taken... where, i don't know?
off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
and there he goes...
and now i rub my eyes, for he has returned
seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
for he still smiles...
and he's still strong
nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown
and now he's home
and we're laughing like we always did
my same old, same old friend
until a quarter-to-ten
i saw the strain creep in
he seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next
before his first step
he's off again

Zen strikes again.

Look what I found:
http://amarjyoti.com/displayarticle42.html
http://amarjyoti.com/displayarticle43.html

Amar told me that he was into it. I had no idea it was so deep :)
Perhaps you should now rename your blog to the Blogless Blog.

Snack Attack?

Sachin the bodybuilder is happy today. His parents have gone over to his sisters place and the house is free. He has generously invited other builders and a famished student to his house for a "cook-yourselves-and-eat" bash.

Sachin: "Hey, we can buy eggs. How many eggs should we buy"
Shiv: "Well there are four of us. So maybe we can buy 5 or 6"
Sachin: " 5 or 6 ?? HA HA HA HA"
Shiv: "Well, Whats so funny ??"
Sachin:" We will need at least twenty to thirty!!"
Shiv: "THIRTY!! HA HA HA HA HA "
Sachin: " I will go and buy the eggs. You guys start chopping vegetables"
Shiv: "THIRTY!! HA HA HA HA HA "
Others: " Maybe you can buy some milk so we can make coffee"
Sachin: "Good idea. Will be back in 15 minutes."
Shiv: "THIRTY!! HA HA HA HA HA "
Others: " I think he is losing it. Maybe we should take him to the gym less often."

Will code for food

A Sunset

It rarely rains here. But it sure does get a loud cloudy at times.
And one of the things thats really worth watching when it gets cloudy in the campus is the sunset.

The whole place gets so transformed. I am walking down towards my hostel from the lab.
The lights has become noticably dim. There are not many people on the campus on a Friday evening. Once you turn to the road that leads to the hostel along the football field, it becomes somewhat narrow, lined with neem trees. I could see till the end of the road, barren and silent. The sky has now turned into a kind of yellowish orange. The Great Artist has painted long strands of cirrus across the great canvas. The whole atmosphere is reflecting yellow. Those of you who have worked with Adobe Photoshop or similar software will instantly recognise the tone as Sepia.

A small breeze blows caressing the trees and blowing the neatly piled heaps of dead leaves back onto the road. The cracling noise of the dry leaves on the asphalt somehow makes me feel good. I throw my head back to take a deep breath. (Col. John, if you are reading this, I still don't get the warmth of friendship when I do that.) The silence is only disturbed by the occasional shouts of a few students playing on the field. I pause to watch the game for a few minutes. Most of them are northies. They dont get to go home on weekends. They have to wait for the longer holidays. I catch the nearest one and ask him in my south indian hindi.
"Score kitna hua".
He looks at me for a moment and answers "Pata nahi. Bas aise hi khel rehe hai."
I point to the sky "Mausam badiya hai".
"Hmmm" He replies with a disinteresed look. He must have been irritated with my hindi, or my intrusion into the game (or both). I don't want to find out. So I keep walking.

I have now crossed the football feild and I am walking towards the students mess. The concrete in the adjacent basket ball court is glowing bright orange. I walk across to the lawn near the hostel and pause to look at the sky one more time. Everything looks like part of a big painting.
I dont know why but I begin to feel happy and peaceful for no particular reason. The Swami has told me that you should always look into nature and observe. I never knew that this has such a profound impact on the soul.

As I begin to walk into the hostel, I notice some people sitting in the balcony and looking at the sky. Almost everybody here are waiting for the rains.
Jagjit Singh keeps playing in my head:

Garaj Baras pyaase dharti par, phir paani de maula
Chi.Diyo.n ko daane, bachcho.n ko gu.D-dhaanii de maulaa

Do aur do kaa jo.D hameshaa.n chaar kahaa.N hotaa hai
Soch samajh vaalo.n ko tho.Dii naadaanii de maulaa