The Confession.

"Born in a devotional Brahmin family, I instinctively came to revere Hindu religion, Hindu history and Hindu culture. I had, therefore, been intensely proud of Hinduism as a whole. As I grew up I developed a tendency to free thinking unfettered by any superstitious allegiance to any isms, political or religious......" these are the words Nathuram Godse stated in his confession. The confession material which i got somewhere on net is not the detailed one or one could doubt its authenticity.

I am not a history student or least to say i am not aware completely about the partition issues i.e. what transpired among whom, who are involved etc... . But something instinctively driving me to comment on this. In the write-up he speaks about his thought formation on freedom issues by reading many great leaders speeches at that time.The material wholly speaks on Godse decision to assasinate the most revered person of our country in his own words. He accepts that the services by Gandhi in South Africa to alleviate Indians living in dire conditions at that time.This is the only part i can see positive point on Gandhi. But when it comes to Gandhi's attitude towards muslims his thoughts goes awry (subjectised).He calls Gandhi as pro-Muslim person.

He accuses Gandhi (with respect to material) as one who consider himself as final decision maker and yields others ( read Congress) to surrender to his words. He also said that Gandhi alone understood the science of activities he initiated like civil disobedience movements and irrespective of results it never made no difference in Gandhi's infallibility.In his own words (w.r.t material) " 'A Satyagrahi can never fail' was his formula for declaring his own infallibility and nobody except himself knew what a Satyagrahi is ".

His comments on Gandhi's support of Hindustani as National language,his fast unto death to remove hindus who occuppied mosques in Delhi at that time, pro-muslim attitudes of latter,can invite die-hard supporters of Gandhi to declare war on him. The comment which made me to sit and think about the write-up,which otherwise an ordinary one, is "I stoutly maintain that Gandhi has failed in his duty. He has proved to be the Father of Pakistan. His inner-voice, his spiritual power and his doctrine of non-violence of which so much is made of, all crumbled before Jinnah's iron will and proved to be powerless".He went on to express why he decided to assasinate him,his unshaken stand on morality of his action,his contribution to nation....and so on.

What on earth made me to post this kind of matter here ? Do i support what ever Godse had confessed ? or Do i back Gandhi for his actions ? or Do i support Gandhi for no reason like hundreds of my fellow Indians ? or Do i out of pure love on him ?

Certainly things are perceived by lot of people in increasingly hard way.In my opinion whatever Godse confessed is purely his perception. Perceptions cannot be always true as they are very much subjective. When i read Gandhi's autobiography, my instinct told me that he is very personification of Truth and he is.Many great leaders who praised his work towards Indian independence couldn't go wrong with their statements.Its impossible for all to go wrong or impossible for Gandhi's name to remain in minds of every indian so long, if he is not truly what he was. Gandhi might be wrong in few cases which few alone could understand what he did actually and what went wrong. In any case we are eternally debted to Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi.



Authors note:
This write-up is based on a material i got somewhere on Net. Truly i lost its source. I got a copy of it. if needed jus mail me at saithilak@gmail.com .

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The OSS way

My friend once told me " Windows is best OS in the world". I know that he never tried any other OS other than windows. I asked him the reason for which he said that it is the most user-friendly OS at present. I was taken aback. User-friendly ? Does one judge or rate OS based on this parameter only. May be millions around the world who use for general purpose computing like searching the net like his idea. Think of many multi national companies employing their whole business strategies on softwares run on OS. Surely they don't consider OS for user-friendliness ! They certainly want more than that. Ubiquitous servers that running the whole Internet,multi processors,supercomputers, embedded systems,intelligent systems... all need not just ease of use but the power to perform with utmost precision backed with supreme security to data and a repertoire of tools to control it. I am not a expertise to comment on different OS and their suitability etc., but that never stops me putting my own perceptions on it.


Microsoft developed OS that indeed occupied millions of computers around the world. Using this as an advantage it shipped its OS with packages like IE browser,media player... and killed businesses of many companies. Its monopoly in OS market and with its bundled packages proliferated to such an extent, many people (including my friend ) don't know anything outside windows. This is really an awkward point in this information age. A single-vendor supplying softwares to companies will certainly not be helpful in long run in terms of flexible transformation to different business strategies ( A naive thought !). A simple example would be, consider a company expanding its business looking for better security in their network. It has to depend on the single - vendor who might be in the process of developing patches for it or may not be aware of bug at all, the company has to wait all the time it could get the service done and hence it could loose potential business. If this is in case of OSS (open source software ) where one could have software codes to his requirements and best human resource available for development.


Now some socialistic thoughts. I have developed an ideal world in dreams where all six billion people use computers for sharing information,do business,mail friends,play music,networking new people.... so on and so forth (what a dream !).To enable this dream to come true i followed few writeups and gathered few surface points. These thoughts you might heard elsewhere, still i could spell it here. In order to computers to reach all people cut-crossing all socio-economic barriers,to lessen the digital-divide which spawned all over the world, we need different strategies to employ depending on local conditions. Certainly proprietary softwares cannot be depended for developing the new thins of digital-divide because the cost,rights,piracy involved and dependency on single vendors will make transition difficult. Indian government rightly took a decision to go OSS way. It developed fonts,softwares and Firefox browser in regional languages ( so far in Tamil and Hindi versions are released ). By this strategy,with the support from computer hardware vendors the government could - to an extent - help to reduce digital divide and help the reach of technology to rural India. This may not revolutionize Indian computer literacy overnight but it takes time to reach masses as they are many damages done by monopolism . This step is jus a step towards contributing its goal to make computers a tool and not an larger than life machine.

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Those Sixty Seconds......

The content below described is exactly happened to best of my knowledge. This is not to hurt anyone but to share experience. This is really big write-up. You can have your own methods of reading it.

The same two blind people got into the same compartment of the same train in which i commute to the same college everyday. They were singing ''Ammavai allaikatha uyirruillai.......'' tamil song. I was lost in the eternal music which made mumblings of my infinite thoughts which often blocks few,creates few,crossfires few,inspire few came to a complete standstill. At very moment i experienced my true self reflecting in this enchanting number. It also initiated a train of thoughts -' I traveled whopping sixty five thousand kilometers in these four years of my college life in commuting. This travel gave me an opportunity to see landscape in the way it changes with different seasons,millions of emotions expressed by fellow commuters,many single-man business units with unique marketing strategies to sell their products,few real studs discussing vague scientific ideas to get impression form general public,window sightings, Romeo teasing -Juliet responses, giggling by many first years when their seniors crack jokes, many in deep contemplation,many in meditating their own thoughts in silence,myriad expressions...' - suddenly the charming voice stopped and i was awakened like i was out of deep sleep , only to find the train has reached next station and those gifted people kept themselves doing their business in the next compartment. After one and half hour of travel the train crawled into the station where i need to get down to see the same college to which i am a regular visitor unlike few. Every environmentalist would love to see my college campus whenever there is any officials from AICTE or professors from unknown university in America visit our college , when there will be full of artifacts, stables displayed at prominent places just to remind us that we too can have aesthetic sense. The same somber mood exhibited on the faces of students who hardly slept for few hours due to many pre-occupations in previous nights. The lecturer on time to class makes students to mumble and drag their feet to sit inside a dark room with couple of tube lights,ceiling fans,couple of projectors and uncomfortable single seaters which can never help you to sleep. I was jerked suddenly by someone which made me to enter the realworld only to see all people laughing and the lecturer with slides '' Network Protocols '' staring at me as though i have done a big blunder. It took me few moments to realise that i was dreaming all this time.

OSI reference layers,TCP/IP,Internet routing,Internet addressing,protocols..... explains the guy at elevated part of the class with chalk in his hands. There were different reactions inside the room - few acting as though they are keenly listening,few tweaking mobile phones,few at definite angle watching something or someone,few contemplating,few sleeping..... Suddenly the man who at a position desperately wants someone to listen to his lecture which is genuinely boring, evaporates all his patience and announces the much awaited lunch break. The sleeping minds spring into action like rising sun in the clear sky, radiating the feeling of hunger.

The 3 x 5 x 10 feet box which comes to life when a 400 hp motor is excited with the help of guides running from ground zero to top, high enough to see what a couple doing under a tree. The micro controller based on Intel chips with LCD displays, intercom facility and a 5 x 5 mirror that can help you in anyway you want to,is poorly lighted and has an exhaust fan whose power rating is of minuscule amount comparing the (electric)power we spend dreaming in bathroom. This box what we generally call lift or elevator drives smoothly across the vertical guides and crawls whenever it senses any horizontal concrete structures using state-of-art technology.

With all euphoria of last day classes in college we, a bunch of students numbering in sixteen with a couple of workers boarded into the elevator. There inside , i could see few technical details along with license information about the elevator. There one could read the maximum load : 1066 kg and Maximum no. of persons : 16. This could hardly make any news to us. We all started at fifth floor of building for 'journey to ground'.

There were different people on board - Mr.exciter, Mr.coolguy, Mr.madurai, Mr.officer, Mr.kadalai , Mr.everlaughing guy, Mr.silence, Mr.mokkai,Mr.eatomania and me with few others. Mr.eatomania once said '' Stomach is important part of human body and philosophically we work to live which in turn possible through eating. Thus stomach is main part of body ''. Mr.mokkai 's joke (mokkai) cant stop you to release your anger(steam) through your ears. He can make you scratch your head at any time with his timely mokkai(native inventive of bad joke)which he delivers with highest quality after filtering enough bad ones. Mr.exciter always makes something funny which sometimes trouble inviting and makes your glands linked to laughter always busy. Mr.exciter is too excited these days due to a proposal he had received. Mr.officer with his split second changing reactions on his face can make you surprise and you may say '' what the heck is he up to ? ''. Mr. Everlaughing guy keeps busy with laughing irrespective of any kind of jokes cracked, sometimes with no jokes at all. Mr. Kadalai is always busy putting kadalai which sometimes invite wrath from others. But it can never deter our talented guy in any way. Mr.coolguy with ever chewing bubblegum reads novel in class,rarely listens to class but can answer any concept relating to JAVA techologies hands down. Mr.madurai who always interested in data warehousing information, which many are gossip related, always expresses his intentions to upgrade his database using unheard techniques. Mr.silence is always silence as his name suggests. He can be stoic and inexpressive even when hard times calling him. His looks give an impression of learned scholar or full vessel with wisdom - but i bet you can be wrong.

Time has begun.....

Fourth floor :

Mr. everlaughing guy requests the lift to let him to be serviced - i.e. to get himself in to the lift . He wasn't interested in getting into the lift but to interrupt us at all the floors between top and bottom of building just for sake of doing something and with no reasons . This made our Mr.exciter to press a button which can make your ride uninterrupted and gives you one-stop service.

Third floor :

Mr.mokkai comes up with the another mokkai which made us to run for spaces, made felt nauseate (to exaggerate). I wont spell out that mokkai here as i want you to read this story fully. Otherwise you will run for something that can cool you after emancipation of heat lying deep inside you which is dying to come out.

Second Floor :

Mr. eatomania sensed the omen somewhere ( certainly not from the biriyani ). He said '' what if the lift stops in midway ......'' . This made no difference as it never reached our panic nerves since the mood of air was different.

First floor :

'' Mr.everlaughing guy atleast by now understood he's been fooled '' one of the thoughts i had when Mr.exciter plays with the intercom,emergency bells. Many kind of these were running in my pristine mind as they are processed by an unnamed ANN algorithm programmed unconsciously by me sometime when i was five year old kid.

Between First floor and ground :

The air inside the elevator was mixture of organic compounds with higher percentage of carbon dioxide and fusion of odor from 36 underarms that can make you nauseate and suffocate. Thanks to lonely exhaust for which we could breathe without any problem for the entire journey. As i was watching the three hand machine which can run continuously for years with the help of robust induction motor , a thumping sound - which can wake you up from deep sleep and make you vegetate - heard from nowhere and suddenly the elevator stopped. The very moment no one understood what had happened and the decibel level in the small room was virtually nil except that of ticking of watches. The very next moment Mr. exciter is excited with new developments was jumping in joy for breakdown of elevator (weird reaction to say the least). We didn't get the feel of situation we are in until a certain time at which i can see myriad expressions on the faces of 17 people at a pace, at which no professional photographer can catch them in his frame even with his latest x.x resolution high speed camera.

Out of blue comes Mr.kadalai with astounding fear in his voice. He started to speak something which made everyone surprised. I thought he was expressing the words of his mind that you can easily understand its genuineness. Nobody got nerve to comment on his reaction and by this time everyone got the feel of situation. Now all are serious. There comes Mr.coolguy ,he asks eveyone not to speak as it would bring suffocation. Thats good move .He asks everyone to shut up their speakers and he tried taking control of situation. Least i expect any woman in the lift as it would trigger many superhero stunts, unnecessary heroic dialogues or at least couple of fainting. Thanks to God, at last Mr.exciter got the seriousness into his head and stopped making jokes. We started to contact people through intercom which we thought it could be lonely savior. All cellphone signals are dead except Airtel network.I tried my cellphone to contact outside people but the signals didn't get amplified at nearest tower. Mr. Madurai comes with series of instruction to revive my phone but the situation so gripped i hardly can handle it. I was trembling. At this moment i experienced fear of death first time in my life. It sent chill down my spine and i was numb for few seconds and but i was in partial control of myself. My thoughts dwelled in again at different levels thinking about heroic acts,movie stunts,instinct behaviour,bringing concepts.... and many things working on the BNN networks of my brain. By this time Mr.kadalai called someone, who is obviously a lady, through his phone .
Few felt suffocated. Few are cold out of fear acting in deepest levels of their consciousness. Many are silent in not to make things worse. All are perspiring .'' Phew ! we got it '' said someone. At last we got the intercom connection as we were trying desperately to make it. The lift people asked us to open the inner door of elevator which helped us to breathe fresh air which came through the thinnest gap of outer door. We got confidence (at least myself) that we can get out without any problem. The lift people restarted the motor and the power went out for few seconds and came again to help this overweight sensitive machine to help us to reach ground.

We came out of that automated box bustling as though we are in danger room for ages. We burst into laughter even after experiencing the worst moments. The same kind of jokes cracked with new vigor. This made me to understand the exuberance of youth which i heard somewhere in a life science magazine long back. Mr.kadalai for his guts got appreciation from all. Naturally he got surrounded by bunch of ladies who are at early twenty s with dialogues in his own words '' I had re-birth today, i will never get into the lift again in my life...''. That sometimes bring smiles on your faces but certainly not to him,who genuinely had a nightmare. How people perceive things differently given the same situation ? (intriguing).

The same class extended in afternoon to extend our sleeping time in hot summer afternoon. Soon we forgot what happened as we are saying goodbye to the college for a last time. The four years of college life will never return again. I had a great time and experienced all emotions human can have including the fear of death. I bade goodbye to college which at least helped me to develop patience to travel three hours daily in an commuting medium run by worlds largest employer.