Ente Gramam

March 6, 2009

originally uploaded by colorseek.

Taken long back. I remember that I was playing with my DSLR (new then) and stumbled on to Black and White mode.

A typical “Agraharam” in Palakkad, hasn’t changed much over years. We used to play cricket on the roads, since traffic was almost non existent. The road leads to a beautiful temple and a river (Ambala kadavu).

Pothundi Dam

March 3, 2009


Pothundi Dam, Panorama, originally uploaded by colorseek.

An extremely windy place. It’s on the route to Nelliyampathi from Palakkad.

Ages ago when I used to be too much left-brainy to notice things, my best friend posted  a  picture of my ancestral home’s long corridor, looking into it with a stranger’s eyes. I was so much used to the place to notice the simple beauty of the view.  Here’s my salute to your spirit my friend, in celebrating the beauty of the mundane! This shot is taken from the same place you stood that day admiring, but where you looked in, I am now looking out into the street.

The original for reference without permission 😉 And time to  wake up, man!


February 28, 2009

Glow, originally uploaded by colorseek.

Guru, I am going to try out your suggestion. This is the view from my apartment rooftop at night. I warn you, I am not a very good photographer.

What will I write?

February 25, 2009

I have been away for so much time now, that I have no clue what to post here. I am marginally active with my google reader notes, a bit more active at twitter, but not enough. What would actually get me to talk? Any old friends around who can advice?

I keep thinking about this quote:

when you don’t create things, you become defined by your tastes rather than ability. your tastes only narrow & exclude people. so create.” – Why the Lucky Stiff

I have got to do something. Anybody out there, listening?


December 19, 2006

I haven’t been getting time enough to read other’s blog. So where would I get time to write.


1. Sandman series by Neil Gaiman is very good. I mean, very good story-telling through comics.

2. Transmetropolitan written by Warren Ellis is great comics, describing and criticizing the futuristic world which it is set in. The best part is, you can see the glimpses of now in this world. It strongly reminds one of The invisibles, which it is not. Which is a totally different beast.

3. Wow, I have been reading comics more than books nowadays.

4. The elitist bastard and long time friend is getting married!

5. I am drowned in the C of code.

6. I gloriously wrote zero words for this Nanowrimo. That’s right, absolute loser me.

Weird Land

March 11, 2006

You remember the NaNoWriMo challenge? I had proudly declared that I would try to write a novel in a month (Nov 05).
It should be surprising that I had actually started writing one. November proved to be an extremely busy month, but I could write one chapter.
If you want to have a look, go ahead… (Warning: I may not continue with the story)

Title: Weird Land

Chapter 1. City Gates

The guard house was dark. The little man stood beside the lonely candle. Strange noises outside complimented the uneasy silence in the room. An antique electric bulb hung at one end, gathering cobwebs.

A big nose loomed out of the darkness. “Enough.”, said the voice.

“I will put it in plain words: Lay down 100 coins to pass! Or you can spend the night in the forest.”

Several other noses of remarkable sizes and shapes loomed out of the darkness. The Big Nose Clan could be identified just anywhere on the planet, one just needs a casual glance at their face. The Creator must have been thinking really big when he carved out their noses.

It was probably the small size of the man standing infront of them that had added a complacent grin to some of their faces.
“Really? … Just to enter the city?”, the traveller sighed. “You know what, I have had just enough trouble on my way here. I am not going to bribe you to enter this wretched city of yours.”
His name was Silverleaf. He wore a big backpack, though he himself was small.

Many expectant eyes buried behind those huge noses wore a disappointed look.
“Ok, I can give you some discount, since you are a newcomer. How about 75?”.
“Well, can’t really go below 50..”
“No chance.” The big noses sighed, most of them. It felt like someone turned the fan on for a second.
“So you going to die out there in the forest or what?” Last ditch effort.
“No.. I do not think you can stop me from entering. That is illegal.” The traveller started rummaging through his backpack.

Peculiar laughter filled the room. It always happened when the Nose clan laughed. The echoing effect added enough ambience to the room that, it felt like a traffic jam.

“Holy Noseterdamnus! You are a funny man. Brother Nosecone will have the pleasure of throwing your remains out.”. The leader of the clan, still chuckling, turned to Br. Nosecone. With his excellent conical nose glowing with sadistic expectation, Br. Nosecone removed his sword from its sheath and charged towards the man, ofcourse with the unnecessaryly loud traditional Warcry of the Nose.

Maybe the brother got slightly surprised by the fact that the little man did not turn back and flee. Maybe he slipped. Or maybe he simply did not see the cricket bat coming straight at his brains. The loud cry stopped abruptly and a huge ‘thud’ followed. Silverleaf stood unscathed beside the unconscious body of Br. Nosecone, holding a standard 1.4 Kilo willow in his hand.

Surprised at this, a few from the group drew their swords and charged at him. Unlike other war clans, the Nose clan did not rush at the enemy all at once. There was simply not enough breathing space.

The small man jumped and parried and dodged, using his bat at will. A few seconds later, several Noses lay peacefully on the ground unconscious.

Nosekar the Wild was filled with thought more than surprise. It was exactly because he could think at times like these, he was the leader of the clan. Upon his sign, a bigger cautious group of Noses surrounded the traveller with their blades bared. This time they will not be reckless. They need to end this nice and clean.

“You fight well. We just wanted to throw you out. Now you will die ugly.”, uttered Nosekar with a vicious smile, standing outside the ring and observing. He lit a small pipe.

A smile bloomed on the traveller’s face. It grew bigger, outrageously bigger. The Noses gasped in wonder as his face grew distorted. His face grew hairy. and darker. His body shrunk in size and tightened. The eyes grew blood shot. A long tail emerged behind him dancing like a snake through the air. He stood with his arms stretched. Half man half monkey stood before them. A Weremonkey. It let out a horrible growl which could have meant “See my teeth well enough?”. A weremonkey is already dangerous, but one which knows martial arts is a different issue.

“Guns!” cried out Nosekar, and those left standing scampered to bring out the nose-guns1 out of their holsters. The weremonkey flew through their ranks freely using his fists, teeth, tail and the bat. It was a pity so few in the world could watch him fight. It was a pity those who could watch it were going down without enjoying it. With a swift jump, the weremonkey clung to the rafters above as loud cocking noises of the guns filled the room.

“Fire!” cried out Nosekar. Their faces strained. They took a deep breath. A moment of nerve-wracking silence later, they let out a flurry of ultraviolent Sneezes. It felt like thunder rolling. A barrage of ultra fast bullets hit the ceiling.

The nose-gun needs to you to sneeze. It is extremely difficult to look up and take aim while you sneeze. This was exactly why the weremonkey was dancing around among the roof-rafters dodging their bullets left and right. He appeared to grow smaller in size, more of a monkey than a man. With one swift swing, the bat broke through the roof tiles and the monkey flew out of the guard house towards the City gate. The monkey was swiftly climbing through the iron gate when the roof fell over the Noses.


1. Nose-gun is a special contraption, which looks like a gas mask attached to a gun. Thick burst of air flows through the nose-gun pipes into the handheld bullet-chamber attached to the barrel. As you can see, you will need an extremely powerful nose and lungs for this to work. Ordinary guns could not match their power when the Noses wore them.

A bike for new year

January 6, 2006

Bought a Bajaj Discover for new year. Happy New Year to you all.

Ubuntu 5.10 and flock

October 21, 2005

Installed Ubuntu 5.10 Breezy Badger on the laptop.

Had to boot with acpi=off and irqpoll option, and everything works. Everything that matters atleast, like sound, usb mouse, and wireless(!). Except ofcourse my cd/dvd writer does not work properly ..yet. This version looks clean, and i had to install only once, unlike 5.04 which I had to install thrice.

And I am blogging this from the Flock beta browser. Maybe, when it matures from it’s current buggy age, I will switch to it.

Finally found a way to make wireless work in Ubuntu on my Acer 4601 NWLMi.
The problem: A hardware switch which turns wireless ON and OFF. Otherwise linux has drivers for my Intel Pro B/G Wireless card.

How I did it:

  • Booted with irqpoll kernel parameter (I donno if this helped)
  • Installed latest version of acerhk driver (acer hot keys)
  • After loading the module, did

$ echo off > /proc/drivers/acerhk/wireless_led (Surprise, isn’t it)

  • pressed wireless hardware switch till iwconfig showed TxPower= “some value other than off” (should work on the second time or so)
  • turned eth0 (wireless device) ON in network-admin( Restart it)
  • Set iwconfig eth0 key s:(ASCII WEP key)

ESSID is already set using network-admin.
After this wireless works. Acerhk driver version = 0.5.27, ipw2200 version = 0.16
After doing all this circus, that bloody hardware switch will work perfectly minus the yellow led.
So only way to know the status is to ping. (And hope for the best)

In other news, today is Onam, Kerala’s harvesting festival. So I had a nice little OnaSadya at a nearby place with friends. It is remembered as the day of return of the great Emperor Mahabali from Netherworld to visit his subjects. Nothing really goes without the religious twist, isn’t it? But it has really become a festival of coming back. Lot of people go back during this time to their homes in Kerala, due the vacation. So it’s celebration time for all people, regardless of religion.

Finally, the point of this great paragraph is, I am stuck here with work. (*grinds his teeth)

Wish you all a nice and sweet Onam.