The three words  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

It was night and the growing tide never knew its strength,
As it just swept itself through the ferocious tempest.
The tide hit the shore, eating off the words a boy had carved in the afternoon,
the boy with his dachshund besides him, burying it's bone.
The words he would never have thought of, the words he carved with pride.
The tide never knew the words the boy had thought of.
The boy saw the sea curving the rocks; The sea saw the boy carving the words.
The boy slept somewhere afar with the words in his dream, the moon was awake, rowing the sea. The words were so mighty that the tide felt the bolt that it would never have reckoned of.
The boy was dreaming of the words,with his spidy gecko besides his bed, while 
his Dachshund was dreaming of the buried bone.
The boy hoped that the shore would guard his carving; the void in sands of time. The dog, the bone and the same hope.
The next day he woke up with the same pride, looked through his patio,
And to his surprise, discovered that the carvings were so intact,
That the tide had failed to eat off, even the buried bone.
The three words you have been waiting to know, the three words.
“thy son liveth……..”

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A collage of INDIA  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

This video is a mix of memories mortared with emotion and the kind of attachment I've been having , and shall have, with this beautiful country of mine: INDIA

I thank the Internet and the photographers, who deserve all the accolades, for providing me resources for the collage and I thank A.R. Rahman for the wonderful music composition, and I finally thank Asutosh Gowarikar for making such an inspirational movie 'Swades".



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ENERGY  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

Contemplating on where the future might drive us to, I realized that CLEAN n GREEN ENERGY would be the holy grail of mankind. The future civilization will have energy as their flag emblem; the whole world will unite to overcome the energy crisis which is sure to whip the crap out of every oil toper.  The dot com boom, the space age, the mobile communication, fancy electronic gadgets, convertible sedans, the greedy politicians and the endangered species: all have one thing in common; they need FOOD to survive. The food comes from the SUN and the SUN god pities the stupidity of current market trend, despite his hinting in the form of global warming, raising sea level and hyperthermia.

Well, what ENERGY am I talking about?

Certainly not oil, certainly not coal, certainly not batteries and certainly not cheesy burger and bean dip; it is Mother NATURE: she is the solution for all the above, she has the ingredients needed for the alchemists from across the world, to build her the sheath. But there is another thing apart from this that is as important as harnessing the free Palm Beach tan salon from the skies, it’s our MINDSET. Yes my dear people, it’s time for us to CHANGE.

Well, what CHANGE am I talking about?

The insalubrious market has become a necessary evil. We choose our career by looking at the epicenters of global transformations; we choose our jobs where there is prosperity in the form of Pandora boxes on the drawing tables of Engineers and Scientists along with free magazines with fancy beach resort advertisements in them. The change I am talking must come from within: one scratch in the space and time barrier would create an inexorable force of attraction towards goodness, and it all happens when we start THINKING about the safety of the future of mankind. I am not offending the current market but I am defending my propositions.

Mother NATURE, what is your opinion?

We have SUN; we are metaphysically SUN since we are made of elementary particles that sprouted out of the big bang and supernovas, and we need SUN. The factious Palladium based miniature Arc-Reactor, succeeded by the more powerful anti-metal called Vibranium which was found at the meteor crash site at Wakanda, could make Tony Stark’s second Marvel movie a box office success, but this ain’t reality dear: We are living in the era of dependency and we need to look at the holy-grail which has been shining upon us right from the time of our birth, timed and synchronized to 6’O clock in the morning depending on the earth phase, converting carbon-dioxide into sugar in plants and make sure we have a sound sleep every day (if you have a nagging wife or snoring roommate, it’s a different story). Following is a famous quote by the famous American Radio talk show host Thom Hartmann:

“In a very real sense, we're all made out of sunlight.
Sunlight radiating heat, visible light, and ultraviolet light is the source of almost all life on Earth. Everything you see alive around you is there because a plant somewhere was able to capture sunlight and store it. All animals live from these plants, whether directly (as with herbivores) or indirectly (as with carnivores, which eat the herbivores). This is true of mammals, insects, birds, amphibians, reptiles, and bacteria . . . everything living. Every life-form on the surface of this planet is here because a plant was able to gather sunlight and store it, and something else was able to eat that plant and take that sunlight energy in to power its body.”

I will end it this way:

SUN is, and has been a terrific energy resource for humanity in general and the output of power that reaches the earth from the sun is several times as much energy as people use every year. But the only limitation is TECHNOLOGY, the same  technology that has brought us all that we have desired. Now is the time to give a new shape to this Technology which shall not only benefit us, but also encompass the safety of the species around us, the ecosystem and specially the cute little polar bear cubs which are facing severe survival rate due to the warming…………


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Mind: A hyperbolic inferno  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara


Man is a good trait follower and it is inherent in his DNA: he plays with action figure dolls while she prefers Barbie or kitchen set, he picks up the best of the apples in the orchards, she chooses vibrant of the colors to decorate her home. There are, however, other traits that are present in few and hence we posses general and specific traits. The general traits are apparent in most circumstances, while the specific traits are the tricky ones and very much proprietary of the beholder, hence, not traceable by the people surrounding him. The two major words: Concealment and Transparency can fetch right from a kid not willing to accept the fact that he messed up the refrigerator, to the white house bureaucracies. I have been trying to trace these specific traits, provided, they are interesting and worth possessing. Everything comes at a price, and time is more expensive than your VISA card can hold. We have the riches and their aphrodisiac being money, we have the poor’s and their inability to catalyze their subservience, nonetheless, the groups being the riches and the poor’s, have one thing in common: MIND. Our minds follow a hyperbolic trait: you have the asymptote being your place of origin; the rest is taken care of, by fortune or misfortune. The hyperbola could span as long as you live and remember that once it mobilizes, once your heart started to beat 22 days after your conception, there is nothing else other than death that has the access code to terminate the hyperbola, the flow of life.

But mind is such a complex paradigm that it allows him/her to maneuver his chariot through detours and shaggy country roads. Now, I can confidently slip in the word “Generation” which is a complex amalgamation of traits, and a generation does not consider the term “progress” as a positive connotation of flow of life. Notice that few hours of time spent by a group of aspirers in their garage led to companies that made profit beyond their expectations. The recession turned the table by directing the same company employees to head back to their respective garages, and their despair would not help them build another ham-radio in the garage and create waves of hopes: they would rather sell their cars and feed their family. So, now you know that money is no more the decider of riches and the poor’s: it’s the MIND. What I noticed was that rich traits are not found in the riches; when diamond is dug out of the earth, it is covered with soil and it is usually mistaken to be a rock which holds no value. Great minds are never found on the podiums or Dais; they come at a cost of “failure”.

The A-S-A model

There is no definite theory that could explain why few men succeed and most of the men fail. Three words: “Action”, “Situation” and “Appreciation”: with their permutations and combinations, could be used as a model of success, but what is Success. The guys who build ham-radio in their garage would have no idea of what their invention could lead them to:

MODEL A --> They could as well demonstrate (Action) them in front of their classmates (Situation) and get some applause (Appreciation).

MODEL B --> They documented and proposed their prototype (Action) to a bunch of capital raiders (Situation) and got funding to further their research and establish their base which would later become a landmark for those who had to retire from that very base (Appreciation).

Now “trait” is the only foe of the above model, some people value success by getting a job with a handful of salary, some by getting recognized for being a valuable employee, or some by getting a permit from local constable to beg besides a 5 star hotel. “trait” is in direct correlation with “Generation” and your perception on success depends on the way people around you perceive at it. Choose your people wisely.

We have two men within us

Imagine a ship with two captains, imagine a country ruled by two leaders, and imagine an automobile with two steering and two drivers: Hold your dismay because you too have two identities within you. You watch a movie in which Al-Pacino gives a great motivational speech on the stage, you then climb on the stage and start shivering seeing the disciplined crowd. The two men within you cheated you: one of you made adrenaline flow through your brain while watching the speech, while the other YOU put you in a state of diffidence when you moved onto the stage. It is a typical “You think you will, but you won’t” situation. One of YOU believes in the A-S-A, while the other YOU opposes it. Unless both of you merge and form an alliance, you will not be able to SUCCEED.

Only our MIND can control the two men within us

Our flow of life might be hyperbolic: You become an engineer, and later, you will be appreciated for your work done on the infamous Mercedes Benz head-base architecture while your friend, within the building, will be appreciated for his work on conceptualizing the automatic parking system for the next generation automobiles. What I mean to say is that ones you pick up the tone of excellence, you will witness an exponential progress in your life, whether you intended or not, it’s like your mind takes over you and pulls in the Auto-pilot mode and you can relax. You will never have time to remember whether you shivered on the stage or not, since you will be busy holding the wireless pointer, controlling the slides, and explaining your company’s next release onto the market. Now, who do you give credit to: the YOU who followed the A-S-A model or the YOU that had once made you shiver on the same stage few years ago? Your excellence diverges like a hyperbola only when your dual identities converge to singular agreements.

How to control your MIND: how to be the charioteer

Steve Jobs says "stay hungry, stay foolish". Your success model depends on how much you are satisfied with it. Some become millionaires, some become Billionaires, and some become subservient enough to feed their family. This again depends on the rate at which the dual identities within you come into harmony. Like in case of the Billionaire, one of his identities helped in becoming a millionaire while the other kept pestering him to push the throttle to ten digits from six. In case of a millionaire, the two identities within him came into a premature agreement of satisfaction, if seen through the eyes of the Billionaire. So:

“Never let your two identities within you converge soon, never look at success the way your peers have been embracing, always be in opposition with the cause of your success and treat both success and failure equally, because "Failure" is the only sibling of success that helps in elongating the convergence .”Stay hungry, stay foolish...........

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push-ups, an egg-beater , and dollar bills!  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

The A-C-N model

Or technically “Activity-Commodity-Necessity” has been throttling the everyday life of each of us, no pun intended. Of the species, I am the one with legitimate documents showing that I am wise enough to live a life dictated by the Excellency, the humans. My torch light seems to dim when I project it over the two ‘hyphens’ between the three golden words. Did you notice how connected these three words are: you need to burn calories by doing exercise, add protein to your diet by having a glass of beated eggs, and produce your expense report to yourself since you had to buy eggs and egg-beater, and CYBEX 750AT or Fitstar V320N depending on whether you are planning to beef up your leg muscles or reduce the fat off the tummy so that you can tug your new shirt and expect it to be tugged in even after having Mexican food for lunch. Now, if any one of these is off the list, there is ambiguity: no exercise and you build up body temperature momentarily, no egg and your exercise goes for a waste, and no money and you had to steal eggs, and exercise equipments, unless you are happy with nothing.

Application of the A-C-N model

How compliant is the A-C-N model with your life? I mean, how much is it going to violate the basic life standard? Come on, you guys are with me: The model is stable, at least until you are happy being a couch-potato or frugal enough to be happy with nothing. Now comes the real part of the show: what if I implement this model onto a business/mathematical phenomenon? Great men like Fourier, Kekulé, Laplace, John Nash, Bill Gates, and Myron Scholes and so on, started thinking like ordinary people( see the big picture), and later, in their lives, started seeing the unnoticed things like the ‘hyphen’ I mentioned above. Like Alchemists, these men knew ways to make gold out of shit: they emulated simple exoskeletons with complex backbone networks.

The ‘Hyphen’ is nothing but perception
Now, I can relate the A-C-N model with umm, say, our metabolism: The cell activity (transportation of chemicals to your DNA, Genes etc), the reason why you have nose of your father and eyes of your mother, is a result of converting sugar (glucose) into energy, and this has been happening since you were breast-fed, and in the later stages, you buy pina colada and enjoy the drink (you are supplying calories and carbs to the cells) , I mean you are basically feeding yourself, again no pun intended.

Here ,
A = Cell Activity, Adenosine Triphosphate (ATP)
C = Glucose/ Sugar / Pina colada / Rasam n Rice (I miss it) and
N = Money, you need money honey! (to buy food)
Now, let me violate one of them:

“You had no MONEY (the ‘N’ factor violation) to FEED (‘C’ factor degradation) your wife and you will later notice that your daughter has your wife’s eyes and your neighbor’s nose(‘A’ factor degradation) , your neighbor being a rich guy :)”.

My intention of building this article is to convey the following: You graduated from one of the top 5 schools in the world, you were permitted to wash your rear in the river Thames, you are a cobbler, you are a lumberjack: you must choose between being Mr.X or Mr.Y in your life.

I would like to mention few such revolutionary models:
Mr.X being creator/ famous people, Mr.Y being any one of us:

“Mr.X saw water flowing out of a tap --> Mr.X imagined of electric current flowing out of a tap -->Mr.X built transistor -->Mr.Y watched a 720p movie on his iPAD. “ (Transistor -> Digital -> consumer electronics)

“Mr.X being Kekulé, in his dream, saw six snakes biting each other’s tail forming a hexagonal pattern --> He proposed the Benzene ring --> Mr.Y drove Murcielago LP640 with high octane gasoline” (benzene, gasoline, octane, come on! Make up the picture)

“Disappointed of not having filed any of his theses to claim scholarship, John Nash, being Mr.X, saw a bunch of girls in a local bar near Princeton. --> He developed a way (game theory) of claiming the best amongst the girls and not disappoint his friends who too had their eyes on the best amongst the girls

He later developed Governing dynamics, well, the sad part being that the best amongst the girls didn’t know she was staring at the best amongst contemporary Mathematicians, at that moment --> I, being Mr.Y, am using Facebook, a social networking site, which uses algorithms based on game theory.

So, I can relate individual accomplishments with the A-C-N model:

 A, the activity, being imagining and dreaming (sleep as much as you can).
 C , the commodity, being paper, pen, stool, pina colada
and N, the necessity, being patience, perception and BELIEF.

Now, let me violate one of them:

" You have good imagination, you have all the resources, but without belief, you are just one of your classmates."

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My love to the Jews  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

“Father God, we just ask you to open your wide, wide arms and look down upon us, Lord, and lead us, and let us know what we should do to stop this, this terrible, terrible holocaust.”


I, for once, ask myself what is life?a life not dictated by the lord, not dictated by the evil, not dictated by the fate itself? A child playing with her doll, when entering into the gas chamber, is as good as a goddess playing with her miraculous presage. I see that I have a loving family and yet I see hatred in the eyes of my foe in spite of seeing his/her stupidity or that of my own. But hatred to an extremity of killing innocent ones is just as good as loving your profession as a confused human being, not knowing the real purpose of surviving the recently advocated word LIFE.

After having meticulously studied the documents, literature and visual documentaries of the happening of the events during the times of the NAZI rules during the end of 1930s and the beginning of 1940s, I have realized that I am more educated and at the same time am serving no purpose to the realization. There is no definitive cause of my sudden transformation based on my conscience, the feeling of remorse when human does things that go beyond his/her moral values, and believe that I am blessed for having that conscience.

Following music is dedicated to all the young angels resting in the heavens.....



What is happiness? How do we embrace it without knowing its significance even in small quantities? Like bread satisfying our hunger than the crumbs or crumbs satisfying our hunger than nothing, or nothing satisfying our hunger than death itself? There is a saying that in order to know the path that leads to the destiny being good or bad, we need to keenly observe the successful people or the lucky survivors and look at them in the same perception. For me, happiness is all about embracing the ‘good’ and excluding the ‘bad’. The only thing that has changed with time is the goodness of good and badness of bad. We now feel that getting a job, earning money to survive, living a comfortable life and marrying another soul results to happiness. But there was a time when feeling good was all about being alive for the day and hopefully stay alive for the next day as well, and believe me, these men/women lived ten years of our life in one day. Happiness comes from the ‘feeling’ alone and not from the material world surrounding us.

What is Love? When the entire family got off the train and the moments before they were executed in the gas chamber, when the women and children were separated from their men, when the parents were separated from their children, there was love everywhere, a love of unimaginable magnitude, a love so pure that even death would fall on to the ground, bare feet. This scenario defined ‘love’ which cannot be found in any modern dictionary, For it shall manifest itself when there is no alternative way of looking at your family for the last time. But this term is misused in other circumstances; love for money, fame, and prosperity. It’s not real; it’s as synthetic as the money or the fame or prosperity. For me, love is respect, love is a real spring flower that shall die but when in bloom, it would display wonderful colors attracting bees to pollinate and also contribute nectar, and this is how love should be.

PHOTO: Family members say goodbye to a child through a fence at the ghetto's central prison where children, the sick, and the elderly were held before deportation to Chelmno during the "Gehsperre" action. Lodz, Poland, September 1942.

What is fear? Fear serves no purpose in life, but if seen as an opportunity, might help us overcome it and help ourselves to excel in life. The NAZI perpetrators feared of losing their career, had they not met with the objective of executing the innocent Jews, in large numbers. The Jews feared losing their loved ones, losing their life, had they not met with the objective of being brave, bold and fight for their life. Interestingly, the perception is what separates and/or masks the true meaning of fear like in the case of happiness, hatred and love. The fear of being shot at the forehead, is way too dense than the fear of losing one’s job. The only way to experience fear is during the moments before being shot at. We experience fear when being belittled, when being laid off a job or when being betrayed by the loved ones, in which case we are to tag ourselves of being immature and illiterate. It is always good to weigh the fear before letting it affect us like plague. Fear of going to the stage and giving great talks, mesmerizing people is like a baby excited by the banging door, But, if counteracted more than required, could lead to becoming someone like Hitler himself. Hitler was the baby excited by the banging doors during his childhood that led him to excite hundreds of thousands of soldiers or executioners in disguise, by banging the speaker table.

Being spiritual myself, I have practiced accepting all religions, colors and ethnicity, but deep down the line, I provide room for my religion, color and ethnicity as a mark of respect to my parents, my creators who have bestowed lots of love to me and I safeguard them by respecting their beliefs and Morales. Do good deeds, help people, protect nature and all the living creatures, conserve forests, water resources, soil and air. We must expand our identity and promote global citizenship. The age of harming, harassing and hatred is over and this generation must be a total transformation series, a global unity and a struggle for peace.I saw more than the media seeking discretion, I felt more than the spectators could swallow, I realized that lord was not really on vacation, but was in need of good souls in heaven. The new generation dictates a need for breaking of disparity in thoughts, feelings and love. Let there be love everywhere.....



"Angels sail through our lives like ships of light visiting us through the portals of our hearts."

An angel is like an arrow of light cutting through the dark.

The light in children's eyes is the reflection of Heaven peeking through."

PHOTO: Two young brothers, seated for a family photograph in the Kovno ghetto. One month later, they were deported to the Majdanek camp and killed. Kovno, Lithuania, February 1944."

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A long hauling war of Wit and Wisdom  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

After posting my last article, I've been stagnant in the sense that I am resettling: I catapulted myself from India to Sacramento through a turbulence at least for 8 hours before approaching San Francisco. Well, all I gotta say is, It was an awesome experience traveling through time to see a highly civilized world just a hemisphere apart viz-a-viz the final destination for gen-Y |..|

It's been a month since I breathed the first air of the Hollywood Nation and I haven't yet felt the taste of fresh wine off Napa valley which I shall some day. I will not explain anything about life here because I would become a spoilsport messing up the whole movie scene: you must come and watch it for yourself.

umm... well, I shall kick-start building my blog as usual, with more innovations and excitements of course. I would however like to post a poem of mine which shall convey the fact that "No matter how good you are in solving Schrodinger wave equation, You gotta be good in solving common problems that you face around you to make a better person out of you. You are, what you are.

Justify Full"In the midst of having loads of work leading to concussion,
In the midst of having so many problems to raze,
I believe that a moment of time spent on discussion
would lead to what i call "breaking of espionage".

Had the Penicillin been kept as a secret elixir,
we would all be sulking on motorized wheel-chairs,
So come out with your ideas, dear friends,
for tomorrow lies in the hands of the youth, we embrace.

A Tree that caters you with shades and hopes,
was a sapling, remember, that our Forefathers catered love for.
So let us cater our ideas into this world,
for it shall overturn the , god forbid, very blurry future our heirs would crave for.

let us all hold hands and sing the scolion of "A New Generation",
let us break the anomaly with an utter denegation,
let us show the world the power of communication,
with dignity, pride, courage and determination".

I would like to say one thing before I turn on the conveyor laid beneath my feet, that progress is a vernacular term and I am a vernacular blogger but Life that we live each and every moment depends on how we look at it and what we make out of it. In my next posting, I shall unveil the beauty of Virtual ground, the Operational Amplifier and the Importance of negative feedback, just like in life.......

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A Rock Band Analogy of a Current Source Circuit  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

I have decided to renovate the very basic foundation of pedagogy of electronics so that the aspirers get a better hold of the subject and be confident when they are asked to deal with larger or complex analog and digital circuits. I am thankful to a Bulgarian Analog circuit design guru named Prof. Cyril Mechkov, who has been the kind of person I’ve been looking for, to seek world-class education via Internet, through his web resources. I shall interpret few Analog circuit design concepts oftentimes through this blog, in a format understandable by a novice analog circuit designer, or even a Financier of a Rock Concert.

Well, did I say ‘Rock concert’? Yes I did. So, let me take up a Rock Concert organized by a crew not more than Seven members. Each crew member has his/her own role to play in order to run the show successfully. Let me introduce the crew:

1. The Financier is very important since not only will he finance the Organizer, but the entire crew. The Financier is the ‘VOLTAGE SUPPLY’ (could be variable; during Recession/Boom).

2. The Organizer is the key crew member who is highly unpredictable: he either runs the show or the show must run for him. The organizer is none other than the ‘LOAD RESISTOR’ (variable, of course).


3. The Band Manager: The Band Manager is a Variable Resistor (a potentiometer) who shall take care of the Rock Band (power them accordingly). He sets the BASE CURRENT.

4. The Bodyguards: The Bodyguards are Shielding RESISTORS in series with Organizer and Band Manager in case someone tries to mess with them (creating a short/open circuit since they are variable resistors).

5. The Rock Band: The ROCK BAND is our one and only, world famous, life transforming, TRANSISTOR (BJT) with BASE being the drummer, EMITTER being the Guitarist and the COLLECTOR being the Vocalist.

6. The Watchmen: The Watchmen are VOLTMETERS who keep a watch on (Voltage across) the Organizer and the Rock band, only during the show.

7. The Undercover: The Undercover is an Ammeter keeping an eye on the very purpose of the show, the COLLECTOR CURRENT, the very MUSIC driving the Rock Band and the Organizer, irrespective of the pressure from the Organizer or the Financier himself.

The following is the ramification of the Rock Concert crews in the form of a circuit, or vice versa:


The day of the ConcertJustify Full
Few sponsors this time and the Organizer has his fingers crossed on the Rock Band.

CASE I: A call from an Ad agency, an altercation and the Organizer is very angry, he builds up pressure (the LOAD RESISTANCE increases), The watchman 1 is alert (Voltmeter 1 shows rise in Voltage across the Load resistor: As Mr. Ohm once said “Resistance builds pressure”).

  1. The Rock Band is called upon and instructed by the Organizers to give their best on the stage (The BJT must perform well to keep the flow, to keep the game ticking, to keep the current through the load constant).
  2. The Manager instructs the Rock Band to perform the way he wants (The Potentiometer sets the BASE current).
  3. The show begins, the Rock Band gives their best and ease the tension, the Watchman 2 is relieved (The Voltage drop across the CE decreases since it has to compensate with the increase in voltage across Load resistor) and the overall situation is normal (Since Voltage across CE decreases, the Resistance across them decreases too, thus compensating the increased Load resistance).
  4. The Undercover sees no problem and ensures that everything is fine (The Ammeter shows constant current throughout the show). A successful concert at last!





CASE II: Wait a minute, what would happen if the Organizer showed no interest in the Band? (What if the Load resistance decreases?) The watchman 1 is relieved (the voltage drop across Load resistor decreases). The Rock band needs to pace up a little, the watchman 2 is alert now (the voltage drop across the CE of BJT increases thus increasing the CE resistance: so the overall resistance is constant, hence constant Current) thus keeping the show prevailing. The concert would be successful in this case too.

CASE III: Convinced are you? You shouldn’t be because the recession is showing up and the Financier seems trembling. The financier needs to cut cost by financing every crew members but the Manager and his Body Guard. So, Irrespective of how efficient or inefficient the Organizer be, how famous the Rock Band be, when the financier trembles, everyone trembles (Since the main voltage is supplying voltage for every component including the Potentiometer and the shielding resistance in series with it, with a variation in main voltage, even the current through the Potentiometer is affected and so is the BJT, the Rock Band).

As is said by great men, only Technology and Strategy can beat Recession, only a good conceptualization can help the Rock Concerts give their best all the time. Now a Separate financier is needed for the Manager and his Bodyguard. Manager is Important because he plays with the contracts and endorsements with various organizers, he promotes the Band. The Manager is clever, he knows that he can’t rely on the financier of his organizers; he knows he needs to be equipped in any case. What does he do? What is the new concept implemented? Until next time........

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Kudremukh: A bizarre Repercussion of an infant in me  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara



Coagulated with reminiscence, archived with colorful pictures of my childhood memories, and having been desperate to unleash the kind of attachments I have had with this stunningly beautiful, serene and enchanting place called Kudremukh, I have decided to discharge some of the electrifying moments I have had over there. Nonetheless, My verbatim shall not be able to exceed the limitless beauty of her, yet I shall try my best to emulate her.

A snapshot from the Google Earth showing the complete Kudremukh range:






Overlooking the Arabian sea, situated near a mountainous range of Chikamagalur district lies, yet, a secluded town that most of you people aren’t aware of. Kudremukh, being the largest reserve of tropical wet evergreen forest in Karnataka and also my birth place, is situated right in the middle of a relatively dense and wild basin (10th standard Geography :), famously known for its wildlife reserve. I spent most of my summer holidays during my school days with my cousins over there and It has always been a pleasant trip whatsoever.







Being calculative of number of days of stays over there, I would pack my clothes accordingly. My bus journey would be scheduled during nights wherein the departure time would be around 9:30 pm. Seated near the window, I would stare outside and see chaos, a chaos of mumbling passengers, distinctive voice of a lady announcing the bus schedules which no one could understand, and a faint smell of freshly loaded Diesel. With two 50 paisa coins in my hand, in the mean time of departure, I would get off the bus and run towards the weighing machine, a machine with colorful LEDs blinking with kaleidoscopic patters. As I stand on this machine, I would be asked to insert a 50 paisa coin and out comes a cardboard slip apparently showing wrong weight, but with a phrase quoted by some famous personality which is worth Crores of rupees. The diesel streaming towards the preheated engine, mixed with the air of busy Bangalore Bus stand, ignited by auspicious prayers of the passengers sitting beside me, including me, compressed by the force of mother Nature, and a sustaining torque ensured by a familiar Driver and a conductor, shall voyage me towards my destination for the next 9 hours, during which I shall do anything but be awake.



The dim light of a typical 6’o’clock in the morning occluded by the aromatic spell of the eucalyptus trees, making fringes on my covered eyelid, would wake me up to present herself in the form of a cool perennial breeze and hair pin curves impeding the throttle totter, the driver, wearing a scarf covering his ears and neck from the chilling cold aboard the altitude 1894 meters above the seal level. People of familiar attires of Uttar Kannada walking besides the road, with tethered cows and calves in their hands, smoking tobacco buds and greeting one another, is more than that meets the eye.





My uncle, Aunt, Grandma with a stick in her hand trying to scare away the oxens and cows from the garden full of blooming flowers and unusual herbs, and my three Cousin sisters would wait outside with anticipation and exhilaration. Hard water, derived mainly from the surrounding mountain lakes, rich of Calcium and Magnesium with depressed traces of Iron, Aluminum and manganese, may sound like a mineral booster but having a bath would be a disappointment due to the hydrophobic dispute between the soap lather and the skin. Leeches, crabs and red ants have been my acquaintances during my course of stay.

My cousins house:


The day life would be spent with Cartoon network with yogi bear, Scooby doo, and Laff-A-Lympics followed by Star TV, Sony TV and Zee TV soaps. The fun would begin after the sunset when we would head towards the Sports club. A bedazing group of Adults with their young ones trying to flap their tiny little arms in the swimming pool located just besides an expatriate, a group of old ladies with their glasses on their nose, pen in their hands and anticipation in their thoughts, playing the game of Lotto in the ballroom and we would either head towards the indoor badminton court or the downstairs Table Tennis court, the place where I saw the demise of one of my maxillary Lateral Incisors when a gentleman pounded his Table tennis racket onto my mouth while giving a smash to the opponent. After a ho-hum evening, we would have a chatty walk-n-talk either to a tacit Krishna Temple with a bonny pair of Marble sculpted Radha and Krisha floored at an altitude, or head back to the pavilion. The night is playacted in the nearby Nehru Circle where we, along with the neighbors, would play the I-Spy. An erected statue of Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru in the middle of the circle is the counting spot where I, being the youngest one, would be victimized all the time, for making the first count to ten. A whistle from the watchman (we also call him Goorkah) and we would run back home without making even a bit of noise.

The Nehru Circle:


The expatriate amalgamated with the club:


A bridge taking us to the circle below: The river below is dried up most of the times except in monsoon.


The main circle:


A view from the expatriate:


A fruits n vegetables market nearby:


Just a few steps from the house and we are closer to the Kendria Vidyalaya Kudremukh (KVK) and a few Kilometers into the cross roads and we have waterfalls, caves, Sanctuary, Bridges and importantly Lakhya Dam and Kudremukh Children park. Most of the times, with paltry inhabitants around, we rule the spot. Whatever it be, these noisome tourists are ironically the ones who mess up the places with polythene bags, empty whiskey bottles and cigarette buds; they are the perfect killjoys.





The same waterfall as above,but with me in it: Believe me, the mountain water was so chilly and pure that I spent an hour there: I found colorful and weathered stones, I saw eggs of Hornets on the wet rock. Placing my feet in the flowing water, I felt something that I can't really explain.



Kudremukh Park:



Soft stones weathered by aeonic mountain water carbureted with magic spells of coniferous ambiance, I cannot put more words than this for it shall remain by itself without my expressions. They are Mother Nature’s formula and I have no rights to interpose into describing her. You have to give her a visit and you shall know the density of my words. I am proud to be born here. Thank you.


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Videos of the month: JULY  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara

Future is one thinking away:



A laptop wanting to slim down after watching Mac book Aero (Awesome music) :



I was flattened by this video, I guess I'll have to start UPGRADING myself right here, RIGHT NOW!!!:



Ever wondered carrying your car in your purse?



Theory of Evolution simplified.

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My Grandson rocks! What about me?  

Created by Rakesh Prabhakara



A lazy Sunday afternoon. Rain pouring down supressing the faint music of "The Importance of being Idle" by Oasis, in the earphones, one plugged in and the outher lying out and I, staring out and window watching the wet sprouting shrubs and briskly walking students with Umbrellas in their hands, am wondering where am I? What really am I doing?.

The society I've been living with has been an eclectic combination of traditional sense and modern senselessness; A misrepresentation of certain protocols which makes no sense at all, like the most intellingent species suceeded by us Humans, the 'ants' wandering around with no definite goal other than taking care of their Queens. A burgeoning population, people with no patience, no traffic regulations, people slogging on boring Microsoft Excel sheets with glittering Identity cards tugged to their new Denim blue OZ jeans and claiming that they are Professionals, Chaos, Chaos and Chaos!!!. I, on the other hand, am neither expecting nor expediting any progress and invariably am being haunted by stigmas' of gratuity. Thanks to the stupid society, for it thought me to CHANGE.



Firstly education fooled me by narrowing down my understanding to a bunch of mathematical expressions and chemical reactions, during which I could have build a Ham-Radio powered by hand drill, in the backyard of my home. Very late that I felt the hormonal reactions when I first hovered the mouse watching the pointer on the computer screen, during which I should have been watching artificial arms giving me the fingers, of coures I programmed them.


I danced for my heart beats when I was chased by a Stray Dog while riding my new Hero Ranger Bicycle, when I was supposed to be bitten by genetically mutated baby veloci-raptors in the newly built Jurassic park (above) just few Kilometers away from my home. My grandson surely rocks!



Now that I am 24, I happen to hear the natures premeditated news that a company from Massachusettes is releasing the first ever flying car. I shall soon hear that a Blah Blah lab successfully demonstrated a robot that could soon replace your lazy project lead, or manager. Study, Graduate, Earn, Marry, Conceive, Stock exchange, relatives, mid sized car, a 3BHK condo and life insurance: these are phrases which shall be hardwired into every contemporary fools besides me, BUT NOT ME.



How can I compete my Grandson then? If I happen to pen down a book of mine, it would make no sense untill after 200 years, during which a cataclysmic Extinction Level Event (ELE) would show herself unexpectedly and the successfully surviving civilization would later unearth my book and make it their CONSTITUTION. Of course my Grandson would cover up remaining chapters and, maybe, revamp the Preamble. What I mean to say is that I would not see any transformations in my life and be jinxed by emotions and serendipity.

In the wars of Science and religion, wit and wisdom, husbands and wives; we spend our life with newspapers in which we never bother to read the contents and be satisfied with highlighted headings; This is an everyday routine, but at other hemispheres of sentiency, it would be in the form of a business phones or answering machines and life is just as analog as it can be. What would my grandson do when he would have celebrated his 54th birthday? He would stare outside through the window and see a faintly transparent geodesic dome covering the entire city he is living in, with global warming at its fullest throttle. He would prefer taking his grand daughter to a flight cruise (shown below) around the valleys of New Zealand which would be a minute drive from Bangalore,


rather than taking her to a walk in the downtown with fears of crashing space cars. Get back home and he shall drink a cocktail of Organic fruits juice prepared by his android maid.



His Bathroom:



His car in the garage:



His wash basin, ain't bad:



"Oh, the monday fever":



His wife's car, An Audi Calamaro:



His Son's 15th year birthday gift:


I would like to end up saying, sitting besides the same window, watching the same wet sprouting shrubs and students walking with their umbrellas in their hands, that my life rocks in a different way!.


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