I’m an Architect – who codes

I am often asked: “Do you still code”?

And I get very uncanny reactions when I answer: “Yes, I do”

Yes, I am Architect who codes. Is that not normal these days?

This is my way of overcoming FOMO (fear of missing out)

I always felt that if I stay away from coding for too long… I will lose the touch with technology.

This was one of the reasons why I chose to return from Singapore to India.

While in Singapore, I worked as a Solution Architect which was mostly a pre-sales job. I barely had any chance to develop anything that created an impact.

I secretly worked on some hobby projects to keep myself engaged…

And this was one of the main reasons why I was successful in that role. (I will write about it some other day)

I returned to India (because this is where home is) and joined the Product development team at SAP.

Your discussion as an Architect, with any stakeholder (be it a developer, customer, or manager) is just so crisp and to the point when you yourself are a developer.

Junior developers cannot beat around the bush and get away in scrum calls 😉

It is also a way of empathizing with the developers in your engineering team. You understand their challenges, their pain, their needs and wants.

Last and the most important – I enjoy coding.

Falling from the Sky

Dreams. Do they come true?
Sometimes they do.
But for those who dare to.

I have had dreams of me jumping. Jumping from cliffs. Jumping from buildings. Jumping from trains. Jumping from any place where jumping is a possibility.
I have wondered, how it must feel like to jump. I have never mustered courage to take the leap forward and jump. Of Course I fear for my life.

And today, I have the opportunity.
Once in a lifetime opportunity. To jump. Jump from 14000 ft.

So today, I did not think whether I should do it or not. I just did. I picked up my phone, called the agency and booked my slot on the spot without thinking too much.

The day of jump was just another day. I woke up late. Had my breakfast. Took a taxi to the appointed location of jump. I reached there before time, filled up a couple of forms and completed some necessary formalities and was ready for the jump.

A beautiful Australian blonde lady helped us with our jumpsuits and the necessary safety gear. We were explained some basic safety precautions and then were put onto a bus that would take us to the airport. The airport was almost 30 min drive. On our way to the airport we met our jump instructors. Every one was assigned an instructor and we quickly familiarized ourselves.

We reached airport and then got into a small airplane. The airplane was of the size of a small store room. It had enough space for 10 people to sit. Unlike the passenger aircraft there was no one to explain the safety features of the flight. We just figured it out ourselves. There were no detailed procedures to lock the door and no fancy communication with pilot before take off. It was just a high five with the pilot. He asked us in his Australian accent : “Are you ready mate”. We all shouted a big yeah and he started the engine.

The plane started moving on the taxiway and the only door in the plane was still open.
It was a different thrill. The plane is moving and the door is open!
After a while the plane was on the main runway. The engine roared and we were pushed back due to the acceleration. One of the instructors said – “it’s cold mate, let’s close the door”. And the door was finally closed just before we were airborne. Apparently it’s not much trouble if you leave the door open while take off !!

Within minutes we were at about 5000 ft above the ground. I could see the clouds below me. I was trying to imagine how it would be to jump from over the clouds, pass through the clouds and then come out of the clouds like a shooting star.

Slowly the big city of Melbourne started looking like a playground. Buildings started looking like tiny ants. Just then the pilot informed us that we were just 3 nautical miles away from the jump spot. Still no signs of fear or anxiety on my face. I was still lost in the beautiful view outside the window of the city. And then when were just 1 nautical mile away from jump spot, the door was opened.

When the door was opened and the cold breeze rushed in, the dream became more real. Some even shouted in excitement. Shouting takes away the fear out of you for a moment. And you can do the craziest and scariest things while you are shouting.

One after the other the passengers started jumping. With every jump came a sound of shouting which quickly faded away. And then came my turn. There were no signs of fear until this point. I was all excited. Then I was asked to put my legs out of the plane and sit on the edge. I followed the instructions – took my feet out and sat on the edge of the plane. I could see the ground below was far far away. I was scared. It was shit scary. The moment for which I was waiting for so long was here and I was scared like hell.

Half of body was out of the plane and half in. I was told not to hold anything. So basically I was just sitting by myself without holding anything, latched to my instructor and was almost hanging for the plane. I looked at the ground for a moment and then looked up at the sky and closed my eyes. Just then the instructor pushed himself out of the plane and in a fraction of second we were falling freely from 14000 feet. I opened my eyes and screamed my lungs out. When you jump, your body spins in the air for a second. It was the last time I saw the plane from the corner of my eye disappearing in the sky.

The instructor ensured that our body is stabilized and we are facing downwards. Then he tapped on my shoulder to signal that it was okay for me to open up my arms.

I opened my arms and it felt like flying. Yes I was flying. Literally.
Arms wide open. Legs spread out. Screaming like an eagle.
The moment of fear was gone. I had a big smile on my face.
I could see the clouds below me.
In no time I was flying inside the clouds and at the blink of an eye, I was out of the clouds.

The famous MCG which looked like a dot from the airplane was of the size of a coin now. The temperatures were freezing up. The cold air gushed through my mouth every time I opened to scream or speak something into the camera. After a point the pressure of the air pushed my checks back and it became impossible to keep my mouth open. I had to struggle against the force of wind to close my mouth.

After a few more seconds of free fall, the instructor opened the parachute. It felt like someone has just pulled me back holding my collar. It takes a few seconds to open the parachute. And when it was open, our free fall stabilized. We were no more falling from the sky. We were now hanging from the parachute that was descending slowly.

The slow descend from the sky gave us another opportunity to look at the world differently. I looked around. On my left, there was vast ocean, blue in color. Water and water every where – as far as one could see. On my right was the city of Melbourne and the vast land of Australia. The instructor steered the parachute and we landed safely on the designated landing spot.

I stood on my feet and looked up at the sky one more time. All I could see was clouds and the blue sky. I had fallen somewhere from these very clouds.

It is once in a lifetime experience to jump from the sky.

Sometimes we must not think too much.
Sometimes we must just do what we want to. – without thinking of pros and cons.
If we keep thinking about pros and cons then logic will always defy emotion.

It won’t let you chase your dreams.

To chase, you must not think, you must believe.

Why Lutyens’ MSM is mad over Yogi

Disclaimer: This is not a political opinion; I’m just trying to be funny 😉

So, why is the media mad over Yogi?

It’s not because he is a Yogi, or because he supposedly made controversial statements about minorities, or because he is uneducated, or because he will be the “trump” for country or the state…

It is because once again they are made to look like a bunch of idiots who have absolutely no clue of what’s happening in the political circles which is supposedly their topic of “expertise”

Because once again, they have been proven wrong. Since 2014, their political predictions have gone terribly wrong. Actually, it’s an understatement. They have been exactly opposite of what media predicted – be it the 2014 general elections, or the Bihar debacle or the UP thumping. And then now, the CM choice.

Imagine their plight right now :

Their HR dept. must be like – Guys, you must redo the Politics 101 course again.

Their bosses must be like – Guys, if you get this wrong this time again, then we must start adding disclaimers: ‘All stories are based on imagination and the editors are not responsible for any repercussions later’

NewsX boss – Barkha, you will cover page 3 tomorrow.

Their book store owners must be like – Ye wala book wo Fiction category mein rakho…

And try to imagine the plight of the news traders. They had shortlisted the ‘probable choices’, also published the news of Intelligence Bureau checks.

They had already prepared a whole bunch of articles describing the early life, the raise in political clout, compiling the data about education, wealth and what not…See this tweet:

And now they have to throw all of this and start again!

Right now, BJP to them right now is like that sadist school teacher asking : Table yaad kiya ?
Yes, Sir. 1 – 10 sab kiya hai…
OK… 7.83 ka sunao    ??????

Their current situation is like 2 duffer friends preparing for exams….

Bhai ye le is saal ka question paper. Tere bhai ne jugaad kar ke nikala hai… bas yahi aayega exam mein …

Next day morning be like : DK Bose, ye kaun sa subject hai  ?? ???? ?


The declining standards of news articles

The standards of news articles are degrading day by day. This is not the first instance where I have read such an article. It has been almost 2 years since I have started noticing such low quality articles in print media.

Finally I was so frustrated that I decided to blog about such articles. It may not improve the writing quality of our current print media, but it may help the readers on how to quickly read a 100+ words article in less than 30 seconds.

See this one example news on a “leading” news portal. The key news is : “A pilot spotted a drone like object near domestic airport in Mumbai and alerted ATC which in turn notified the local police.



Now how do you convert a simple news into a lengthy article ? This is a trick our print media has mastered. And remember, you don’t have to go to prestigious colleges to learn this art of writing. It is something we learned in good old school days. Just repeat the same information again and again in different forms from the perspective of different people.
Seems to me like our print media is very much inspired by the creativity of daily soaps on Indian television wherein someone will make a crazy statement and then the camera will show faces of every one in the scene 3 times, in different zoom settings. 5 minutes are passed and nothing new has happened in the story. Same is the quality of this article where more than 100 words are written but the information is only of 30 words.

I’ll post more such examples as I come across.

Why should we fast

fastingFasting – Is commonly observed in all religions. All religions have recommended fasting for various reasons. I am not getting into debate of ‘religious fasting’.

The point I want to make is: Since every religion advices fasting, there has to be some logic behind fasting – may be scientific, may be physiological or may be psychological.

I believe that fasting makes you mentally strong. It can bring some discipline in your mind and body. It helps you control your senses and emotions.

In my opinion, fasting is like vaccination. The concept of vaccination is that you inject a very small quantity of virus into your body and your mind and body learns how to fight against it. Thus, in future when the Virus attacks your body, your mind and body are fully prepared to fight against the virus. Same is the logic with fasting also. Once in a while we should fast so that our mind and body learns how to behave in a hostile situation, so that mind can learn how to control your senses, emotions, weakness.

Consider this – Lets say you have never ever fasted in your entire life. One day you are in a terrible situation and you can’t find anything to eat. It will be very difficult for you to be normal that day without food. On the other hand if you are some one who regularly fasts, then it would be probably very easy for you to survive one day without food.

Fasting does not really mean – stop eating food. Fasting could be of any type. The idea of fasting should be – Quit something that you feel you cannot live without for 1 day. It could be anything. It could be coffee, beer, smoke, chicken, smart phone… .whatever you feel like.
Live one day without it. It will help you.
For e.g. quit smoking for one day. May be it will help you quit smoking for ever some day when you want to.
Quit coffee / beer for a day. You never know, some day your doctor may advice you for medical reasons and that day this little trick would help.

For once, disassociate fasting with religion and try it. Its amazing.

AIB Knockout – Right ya Wrong

Few weeks ago AIB Knockout rocked the Indian media. Everyone had their opinion – some dubbed it abusive, some thought it was a new genre is comedy.

If you have not seen the video, then check it here :

So called “fundamentalist” were offended by the language, content of it. Naturally, it was banned. So called “liberals” termed it as curbing the freedom of speech.

I saw the video. First of all, it was damn funny. I will not really call it creative, but it was a different kind of humour. It was more like our “ragging” sessions in college. Hell ya – it was so much fun abusing everyone.

However, there is a bitter side to it. Probably it should not be on Youtube.

Consider this : You are travelling in a public transport along with some other friends / colleagues . One of your friend forwards you an adult (read: Madarc**d, Behenc**d etc.) joke on your mobile. Market mein naya aaya hai and you want to share it – with those who are right now with you. How would you share it:

  1. Forward it to the friends via What’s app / SMS / Email whatever.
  2. Read it slowly ensuring that fellow passengers don’t hear it
  3. Read it loudly to ensure that all passengers hear it and enjoy it

I would do (1) or (2). Definitely not (3). My guess is no body in their sane mind would do (3).

That’s the problem with AIB Knock-out video on Youtube. Its public domain. So how do we really share this super hilarious video ? Just like you would share your adult jokes.

Ideally – AIB guys should have posted it on their personal website. On youtube there should be a censored version of it. More like a teaser. And those who are interested to watch the full video should be requested to sign up and give consent (in the form on End user agreement) that they have no right to complain about this video in any manner.

Thus, the video remains private, and legally AIB could have indemnified themselves by taking the consent in the form of EULA before showing the video.

Educated Fool

I hate myself for what I have become.

After 18 years of formal education, I have reached no where. Achieved nothing. The myth has broken. The silence has spoken. I have been living in a closed room. The doors have opened and I find myself left behind… far behind the world. I see no space for me. I’d rather go back to my room than going and fighting for space in a place that is so different from my dreams.. so close to reality.

I have lived in the cultural diversity of India. I have learned the differences. I love to introspect. I love to study human behavior, the very minute differences that differentiate people. I realize the troughs and crests of any relationship. I know what keeps them going and what separates. I believed I could walk through any valley. What I dreamt turns out be a nightmare.

Jealousy has taken over humbleness. It was something that was buried long long years ago or probably it never prevailed in me. Now, it suddenly spurts out of nowhere. insidious jokes, subtle humor also hurts. I take the very obvious things otherwise. And it happens regularly. I realize that for any relationship to flourish, it needs space to flex muscles. It needs freedom. Taut strings always snap. and broken knees are always easier to mend than broken hearts.

I think my education has taken me nowhere. I still am an orthodox, conservative, backward and psychic .

I think I am an educated fool.