UPDATE:
May 22, 2008:
OK Naaz: estranged is more unfunny than ironic, so fixing it.
UPDATE:
May 5, 2008:
I began writing this post as soon as I arrived in India
(April 23rd, early morning)
and Leg-3 began. But by the time I got down to completing
it and
committing it (my blog engine uses version control:
Subversion, to be exact), I was already in Bangkok, in the airport
waiting for my flight back to Tokyo. What happened in those few
minutes on the morning of May 3
rd, is a whole different
story:
I had 45 minutes before the reporting time for my next flight.
I looked around the airport for Wifi access in vain, but I did
find a credit-card operated Internet and phone booth,
the kind where you have a browser displayed in Kiosk mode and
a metallic keyboard in front of which you stand and surf.
I swiped, and soon realized that just a browser would not suffice
if I plan to update my blog: I needed SSH! Well so I googled
for a SSH Java applet,
so I could login to my server, complete my post and commit it.
I mean, Java applets must be useful at least in these situations,
right? Well, almost. I was in the middle of a Vi session when
I realized that the Escape key does not work and I found myself
stuck in Insert mode: I then tried messing with the SSH
terminal applet's settings, but the touch screen was fuzzy, and the
mouse lost focus, and before I knew it, everything else lost focus,
and the terminal appeared frozen. I hit the refresh button on the
browser, and another Java applet opened, further complicating things.
This time, nothing responded anymore - the screen was still except
for a continuously incrementing minute-counter that indicated that
I was still being charged!
I had hardly a few minutes to spare before my flight; so
I ran like crazy looking for help, (the thought of pulling the
plug on the Kiosk itself did come to me, but caution prevailed)
and had a hard time explaining the situation to this nice
lady at one of the information counters. She came with me to see
the 'frozen' terminal, so she would be able to tell the tech support
people which one to shut down. I ran to catch my plane. The last
I saw, the Baht/minute counter was still counting, and my
email inbox page was left still visible to passing strangers...
... and now, the original post describing the India leg of the sabbatical:
After an eventful return to Tokyo, and a night spent sleeplessly
tidying up my apartment, I took a flight the next morning
(April 22
nd) to Chennai, via Bangkok.
I reached Chennai late on the same night. I had tried to convince
my parents otherwise, but they remained keen on picking up
both me and my sister (whose flight was coming in at around 5AM, only
a few hours later).
Me, on a rock-pier somewhere on the northern shore
of Chennai, still within city limits, but further
north than I've ever been before.
Chennai has changed. Roads have widened, only to be left
as congested as before, or perhaps worse: so many more people
seem to be buying cars. The most significant change - and a
very recent one - is that Chennai is no longer The City Of Hoardings:
All signboards and roadside hoardings have gone, and the absence
of the largest of them feels strange. All of a sudden, the
city looks unusually green: Buildings that had been hidden for
decades are now exposed; continuous stretches of greenery have
been freed into full view. Chennai is one of the greenest cities,
and without all these trees, it would have choked up and died
years ago.
My goals for this trip are:
- To pick up academic transcripts from both the Universities
I graduated from while I was in Chennai: (a) University of Madras ('96-'99),
Bachelor Of Electronic Science, (b) Pondicherry University ('01-'02),
Post Graduate Diploma in Computer Applications
- Meet with an ex-professor from (b)
- Other than my folks and my
estranged sister, spend time with,
or at least meet:
- Praveen Dass
- Arvind Balan, who complains of London
- Prasanna, who has now been through multiple baptisms of fire in a start-up
- Sort out some personal finance issues, including an ugly mess
that ICICI bank and BSNL seemed to have created (the same thing
mentioned in
this complaint
happened with my old, dormant account itself; and while I cannot say that
it cost me 'mental stress', it was a lot of trouble indeed.)
My folks were so determined to make the most of their time with
me that they
actually came with me as I ran around both
University campuses trying to coax disgruntled government employees
to process my request for the transcripts!
I must admit that it turned out to be a good idea; we sort
of multi-tasked and got stuff done. I was especially lucky
that my street-smart and wily sister (whose
'Chennai skills' have not eroded much despite so much time
spent in far-away Chile) helped.
So Leg-3 is done; and only objective (2) has not been satisfied. Oh well.