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Story published

New Asian Writing published my story The Curse on their website. It is available at http://www.new-asian-writing.com/?p=1202

It is a story based on some real life fallouts of a leather tanning industry that is poisoning the lives of those who stay close to the factory. Heavy metal contamination is the result of tanning works that ironically seasons the leather used in our wallets, shoes and other leather-based goods and luxury items.

Our lifestyle comes at a great cost, not just a hole in our purse, but also in the form of holes in lives which survive on or near such industries. I hope this little piece brings home this point.

I would appreciate if I receive comments on it (available at the bottom of the story) or share your "lifestyle-related stories" that touched a chord.

Happy reading!


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Geeklore

Geeklore

I started to blog about techy stuff to explain things in a non-technical way. It is intended for those who are keen to know what the geeks are talking about. The layout of the blog is simple. The structure is deliberately uncomplicated. There are just six elements in the structure:

1. What is xxx?
2. Scenario
3. Illustration
4. Example
5. What I need
6. Note

The first is the question that we ask when hear something like - what is a hotspot?

The second one is a bulleted points of a typical scenario in which we encounter this term.

The third element adds to the explanation by way of a simple drawing.

The fourth provides an example.

The fifth element lists what you need to use the term.

The last is a note to provide extra information.

The URL is http://geeklore.wordpress.com

BTW, it has an entry for a URL.

I would like readers to suggest terms for the blog. I provided a contact form to give a feedback, express an interest to write for the blog, or just to suggest terms.

I hope to keep adding terms without fail and somehow bring it to notice of people who might ...er...spread the word.

This notepad shows the word techy with a green underline and provides an alternative 'techie'. I prefer to use techie to mean a technical person and techy to mean just technical.

Adios.



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mobile office 1.txt

A school principal is armed with a mobile phone or a desktop/laptop computer or even a tablet PC; better yet, she has a combination of the aforementioned devices. During working hours or while at home she uses one or the other device with equal ease. The only requirement is that she needs all her content to be available on all her devices, no matter when, where or even how. What tools are available out there that make it possible?

Let us take a look at her daily activities:
call someone
check and/or send or forward email
send short instructions
take photos, record videos
set tasks, to-dos and reminders
download a document, or correct and re-send
prepare a report
organize an event
a calendar of events
prepare for a meeting
take notes during a meeting
browse the web
bookmark interesting stuff
write a speech
keep notes about staff
Share stuff
keep a diary maybe

Some of these activities are also done at home as part of her personal needs. In addition, she is most likely to socialize online through social media like Facebook.

Let's group the tasks according to their nature, like so:

The first five tasks can be easily accomplished by most mobile phones today.
call someone
check email
messaging
take photos, record videos
set tasks, to-dos and reminders

The remaining items on the task list are better performed on a desktop computer or a tablet PC.

First, we will look at the tools she uses to perform her tasks.

Next, we will look at the ways in which the content on one device can be made available in the other - let's call it "content portability".

There is one other thing - what is the use of the content, your data, when it is not available when you need it? Though everyone likes to stay always connected online, this may not happen for various reasons. The cost may be prohibitive, the location may be out of the coverage area or the network is down. But we need to have access to our content whether we are online or offline - let's call it "content availability".

We will now provide a 'recipe' of tools that help her to be productive with the least effort possible.

1. Calling someone is the easiest part. But what if you want to call someone for an online chat? you may want to text, talk or walk the person through a PowerPoint presentation. Or, closer home, you might want to show your latest purchases and how to use them? if for some reason you cannot get the other person to chat, you might want to call their landline number from your messenger. This is a cheaper alternative to international calls.

Use Skype. To install the program, go to the web address http://www.skype.com. You will need a Skype account to use it. Register for an account; it is free. Skype is available for most mobile phones, the desktops or laptops and tablet PCs.

Some benefits
* Skype allows you to record messages for offline use.
* Call landline numbers
* Conference with multiple Skype users for chat, audio or video or in any combination.

2. Email is the next best thing to happen after the phone. Every device worth its name has this facility built right into it. You can go to your email account from a browser, but for offline access it is best if you use an email client.

You need to configure your email client program in your device to the email account you have registered with.

3. Messaging
Skype does the job well.

4. Taking photos and record videos on a mobile device needs no explanation. The devices are made just for that.

5. Getting things done is perhaps the most important activity of our life. Keeping oneself organized needs no emphasis. Scheduling and keeping track of our tasks definitely increases our productivity. So, for the tools now.

* Every device has a calendaring and scheduling tool. It helps you to perform the following things:

set to-do
set a reminder for a task or a meeting
set a wake-up call
mark events like birthdays and anniversaries

Now, the calendaring apps differ from device to device. There is currently no easy way to transfer your schedules from one device to another. Nor is there a clean and simple way to store it on the cloud. (To know what cloud means, read on).

The simple way to set your appointments and schedule your events is to use the feature in your mobile phone. Set alarms to remind you. Use the help feature that comes with your phone on how to use it. Keeping your schedules is entirely up to you. No reminder call can wake a person who is pretending to be sleeping.

6. Working with documents is not so easy on a mobile device. Though there are a number of freebies to help you out, it is very difficult to type out a decent document entirely from your handheld, be it a touch type or a touch and type variety. A tablet is more suited for this purpose and a plethora of apps are available for a price to cover a broad range of features.

On a mobile device, install QuickOffice which opens almost all MS Office files and PDF. For picture and video files, all devices will have the required tools. There are more tools out there for pics and videos than for other productive work. A plain text file that even a browser can open is no problem at all.

An email attachment usually one of the following document types.
* Microsoft Word, Excel or PowerPoint
* Open Office Document
* Adobe's PDF
* A picture file such as a JPEG, GIF or a PNG
* A video file
* A plain text file TXT

QuickOffice supports Microsoft Office documents and allows you to create, edit and store documents on your device. MS Word is usually an overkill for the kind of tasks most people do. The office applications available out there for a small price fit the bill perfectly. And their ability to open and work with MS Office documents is definitely an advantage. You begin working on your document on a desktop or a laptop and end up editing and emailing it from your mobile device. It is that simple. But the trick is in getting access to the same document in both the devices. To see how read on.

7. Prepare a report on your desktop at home. You know you need to modify it as it is still a draft now. You got the facts, figures and pictures in place and you need to arrange them as you go. There are several ways to do it. But which is the best way?

Carry it on a thumb drive (a.k.a. Flash drive or a USB stick) and transfer it to your office computer. But, a mobile device cannot access it; it is only good for another laptop or a desktop. So, tether a Bluetooth device to your laptop and transfer it. Or, use a WiFi connection to transfer it. Or, directly hook your mobile device to the laptop through a connector chord and transfer it.

Alternatively, send yourself an email with this document as an attachment. Then when you go to the office, you download the document and work on it. Or, access it through your mobile from your email client.

All this is passé.

Use a CLOUD service.

Someone with prescience very aptly put it: network is your computer. Cloud based services are everywhere. Access to cloud services is free. Almost everyone today has something up in the cloud. A cloud is your personalized storage space, the size of which depends on whether you are a freeloader or a premium user.

Dropbox is the most widely used cloud service today. It works on almost all devices. All you will ever need is a Dropbox client program (available from http://www.dropbox.com) and install it on your device.

So the lady types out her document on her laptop and drops it in a folder that she has set up to be used by the Dropbox client. When you are connected to the Internet, the client faithfully and immediately transfers her document to the cloud and voila! It is now ready for download on her device anytime and anywhere she has access to the Internet.

Pssst. I am now going to take a break. So, I am going to sync this composition on my iPad to my Dropbox account. Just so that I don't lose it even if this device (god forbid!) crashes or worse is broken.

Done. Took me about a couple of seconds, no more. Now it is available on my mobile phone, my laptop, my desktop or any fancy gadget I may purchase in the future.

To be continued...

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An app for a profession

An app for a profession

How nice it would be if there were an app tailored to the needs of a person in a particular profession! There are hundreds of apps out there for the mobile devices. It is very difficult to find the app that suits our needs, that helps us do most of our daily activities. This is compounded by the fact that there are a myriad devices out there and the possibility of syncing content among them is becoming increasingly difficult, if not impossible.

After going through the blurbs of hundreds of apps and trying out scores of them, I came to the conclusion that an app that is designed to support as many of our activities related to our profession as possible would be really helpful. I have tried some of the apps on a smartphone and some on the iPad and believe me there is a felt need for an app for each profession.

In the absence of such an app - I am sure the days are not far off when we will see them coming - I will try to put together the apps that meet the needs of a professional such as a student, a school head, a writer or a salesman. I will consider the iPad first. Later I will include the mobile phones as well.

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Krish

I first heard the name J Krishnamurti from a colleague, whose name was Krishnan, a variant of the same name. On Sundays and holidays Krishnan used to read out passages from krishnamurti's book while we gathered round him. Bright bead-shaped eyes gleamed on a small dark face as Krishnan read out from The Impossible Question. That was thirty years ago in a rented house in Madras, as it was known then. 

Krishnan wanted to discuss the book with me and another colleague, but we were not prepared for it. He read out loud a passage and asked me if I understood. My immediate response was a knee-jerk reaction: did he think I was incapable of understanding English? Did he think I was a nitwit, that I couldn't follow serious stuff? Krishnan was taken aback and tried to reason with me. I was beyond reason, for emotion had overtaken me. The reading ended on a bitter note. 

There were some more readings after that, but they were more guarded in nature. Krishnan used to say that that there were no pat answers to our questions, like whether there is God or why there is so much suffering in the world. They were the "impossible questions" he, like most of us, had sought answers for. 

I was not so much interested in such questions, not yet anyway. I was at that time interested in knowing about the man Krishnamurti - whether he was a Tamilian like Krishnan; or, in spite of his ambiguous name, he was a Telugu like me, or like  S Radhakrishnan, the ex-President of India, respected for his erudition. I went to Higginbothams on Mount Road to check out some more books of Krishnamurti. I hoped to find from their blurbs that a man whose books are so well received by many people around the world belonged to the Telugu speaking tribe of South India. I suspected that he might turn out to be a Tamilian after all, for why should Krishnan be so much interested in him? I purchased The Second Penguin Krishnamurti Reader for the following reasons:
1) Krishnamurti appeared to be somebody great, considering the raving praise for his writings
2) I was beginning to get interested in the things he was writing about
3) my parochial instincts were losing their power over me. 

Today I feel I owe it to Krishnan for introducing Krishnamurti to me. 

Krishnan and I separated shortly after that and we went our separate ways, but the books of J Krishnamurti have never left me since. My interest in his writings was growing and I often found myself talking about them with my friends. About four years later, after the news of J Krishnamurti's death, another friend gifted me Pupul Jayakar's biography of Krishnamurti. From the book I came to know that Krishnamurti had asked Ms Jayakar to his biography. This fact had somewhat diminished the man's stature in my eyes.  By that time I had come to know that Krishnamurti was already very well known around the world. Why did he need another biography? Was he not already famous? I had remarked to my friend, who merely seconded what I said. Later, as I continued to read the book I understood that his earlier biographies were tainted with Victorian slant and that there was a need to produce an authentic version with Krishnamurti's concurrence on every piece of written text. Another instinctual reaction out of the way, I sailed along merrily with the book, diving as deep as I could into his talks, given my self-imposed limitations, and surfacing now and then to realize how much his life and thoughts were affecting me. 

During that time I was overseeing the work of a man about whom I heard that he was rather disturbed and couldn't think coherently as a result of his obsessive study of Krishnamurti's writings. He was also allegedly unsettled and changed jobs often. Although my interactions with the man were few and far between, I did not find him as described by his colleagues. I never brought up the matter of Krishnamurti with him. Nor did I feel inclined to do so, partly because I barely knew him and partly because I was totally confused myself about what Krishnamurti was actually saying. I found Krishnamurti quite unsettling myself and the rumours about a fellow Krishnamurti reader were anything but encouraging. 

I found Jayakar's description of Krishnamurti's early life intriguing. The fluidity of the narrative absorbed my interest like a whodunit. While I found no answers to my "my impossible questions", the book managed to evoke more questions in my mind equally difficult to deal with. I remember reading the story of the Buddha when I was small from an illustrated book. I read it over and over again with fascination of how a boy was so gentle and sympathetic to birds and how sad he felt when his cousin shot one down with an arrow. I felt the same kind of recurring interest reading the life of Krishnamurti. 

Until I came upon Krishnamurti I was an avid reader of books, both fiction and non-fiction. However, my encounter with Krishnamurti's books changed all that. I could no longer take sufficient interest to read through a book. I feel there is nothing I could gather by way of knowledge or understanding from reading any other book except Krishnamurti's. Even though I was unable to follow his mental peregrinations, I felt compelled to return to his talks again and again. 

There were times when I couldn't 'talk over together' as he often invites in his talks, but I found it also difficult to put down the book. Sometimes I felt exasperated with the line of talk or the repetition of ideas and refuse to go further with it. But I could not pick up other books to read as I used to do. One day as I sat on the veranda of my home wondering what on earth this man was talking about in one of his books/talks. It was evening: the heat was bearable and not a leaf stirred. I was vexed with Krishnamurti and felt he was splitting hairs over trivial issues with his analytical skill, but not really showing anything by way of practice. I felt I was wasting time over such useless stuff, when without warning a sudden gust of wind blew across the place. It rose with a whooshing sound and threw sand in my direction. Before I could blink the sand had entered my eyes and hurt badly. An old saying rushed into my mind: woe betide a man who speaks ill of a good man. 

I sometimes talked over matters concerning culture and spirituality with some close acquaintances. On one occasion someone said that it was all maya, an illusion. Everything there is, is but a fancy of the mind. The real is not perceivable by the senses and the world is a figment of our imagination. We were sitting round a low center table. Whenever someone spoke of these matters I would remember what Krishnamurti said. This time I remembered clearly that he said the objects in the universe and in our world were as real as the 'telephone over there'. Maya, if I understood him right, is not about the things of this world but about the things of the mind. The world as we experience physically is different from the world as we experience it mentally. It is the psychological world that we all have created together that is illusory. The physical world of the objects and the senses that interact with them are as real as the paper weight on the center table before us. So I began pushing the glass weight slowly towards my friend. He became a bit alarmed as it kept coming towards him and asked me to desist. He pulled his leg closer by the instinct of self protection. I asked if everything was maya, why, even this action and its consequence should also be ignored as illusion. 

Until about twenty I was a firm believer not only in the omnipotent omniscient God, but also of the particular kind projected by the Hindus. Especially the trinity of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, representing the beginning, the sustaining and the ending of all that there is in the universe. When I was but a boy I once had a dream of Vishnu, whose manifestation on earth was Lord Krishna, in all the splendor in which that god is invested with. However, as I became older, read more, and thought more, I became less inclined to believe in the gods. The ending of the belief was the beginning of confusion, sustained by Krishnamurti.

Rock hound II

They call him Baboon. Much to their disappointment, he liked this epithet. The word made him feel closer to his mission in life. People suspected he was a reincarnation of the man from the paleolithic period, the old stone age.

He is hairy, has eyes deep set, palms like paws and not at all attractive. On the other hand his appearance repelled aquaintance and contact. If he were dress like a Neanderthal man, with a loin cloth and stone implements in his hand, one would be shocked at the anachronism, like he is brought out from a museum, a film studio or a relict of ten thouand years. 

One day his father could not tolerate his fetish for the stones and asked him to leave the house.

He takes up quarters in a cave a hundred kilometres outside the city. He lives a spartan life. He furnishes it with the bare necessities. He washes his clothes and bathes at a stream nearby, a perennial source of water flowing down the surrounding cliffs. He uses twigs and discarded branches and wood for heat and light. He sets up tree stumps as seating bench, stool and writing table. what does he do to write? He collects discarded notebooks, notepads, plain papers onesided empty, makes paper from discarded paper bags, half used pencils, pens, refills - he has a huge collection of writing materials gathered from the waste dumps in the city.

He needs to travel often to far off places to hunt for specimens. How does he do it?

He has to work. How does he earn his livelihood? He teaches to write. He is a member of rock clubs, the free ventures that don't ask for a fee. He exchanges information in open cultural centres like Lamakan. He writes to geographic magazines. He is also a ghost writer for student assignments.

And the search continues, his collection grows enormously, his cave is now full of odd boxes of various sizes and shapes to house his specimens, carrying labels according to their identification and location. He hunts in the day, organizes his work in the evenings and rests in the night. 

If he were to appear in saffron clothes he could also be mistaken for a yogi. The long flowing beard, the thick shock of hair rolling down to the shoulders, the bushy eyebrows above the bright penetrating eyes, the body upright, hairly limbs and flat and firm feet - all giving the impression of a full life forever enthused about the wonders of nature.

His is voice is clear and audible, neither loud nor low, his stance firm and straight, his looks inquisitive and full of wonder, his limbs long and supple. 

When he speaks, he chooses his words carefully, does not repeat, and does not argue. He holds no opinions, speaks only what he observes and sticks to facts. He lacks ambition, but an enormous drive to do what he he does.

Libraries are his haunts. He learns about his specimens from the open libraries in the city and from discarded geography magazines. He also learns about stones from distant lands and years for them, fantasizing about going places before going to sleep at night. He also makes frequent visits to the museums that display rocks, rock shows. He also had his 'private digs' and like all his ilk kept it a secret until he exhausted it.

He once went to the Ravindra Bharati/Kala Bhavan where a sample from the moon rock collection by NASA was on display. He remembers going to see it with fellow students as part of a school trip. He was fascinated by the small pieces of rock encased in glass. He felt drawn towards it the moment he stepped into the room, the feeling remaining with him all the while he inched slowly towards it in a long queue of classmates and when he finally stood before it, he felt a strange kinship with it, as part of himself enclosed in glass for everyone to see, but was soon saddenned as he was hustled by the teacher to move on. He then spent a long time reading the notices and press clippings on the boards and his heart filled with joy.