Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Mon-keying incidents

I wanted to write some fun posts. Here is one of a monkey incident. I burst out in laughter every time I remember this.

I and my college friends were on final year project tour. We went to a city with tiled roofs and lots of greenery around.

I stayed in a hotel with almost wet walls and grounds with only a dry bed.

Then, I wanted to go out for lunch. The lunch was arranged on the terrace of the hotel building.

On the stairs' railing, there were two monkeys sitting. One was very big and the other was small. They were sitting together.

Just for fun, I made a face, teasing one, at the two monkeys. The big monkey bared its teeth. I ran away to the terrace, totally unaware of what was coming. When I took my plate for food, two people came hurriedly. One fair girl and one brown guy.

They started telling me, Anu, I don't know what you did. I replied to them coolly that I did not do anything.

At that particular moment, one large monkey on the terrace came running towards me.

I got scared. Since I was in a group, the rest of the group shooed the monkeys away.

Then, I realized what I did on the stairs.

You have no idea how much I laugh remembering this incident. Even to this day. My stomach bursts out.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Resolutions for the new year 2017

This is the year ending. Time to look back, review, keep my work in memory. Here are my resolutions for the year 2017.

1. Work more for women empowerment. Top priority. Too many women are in trouble around me. Help them. I can show you how I help people. Any woman in trouble, direct or indirect, please send me an email if your husband is inflicting domestic violence on you, or is sleeping around with other women. I want to eradicate AIDS from India. Top notch priority.
2. I am applying for PhD full time. This is something that I have had pending for a long time. Doesn't matter where I do it. I will publish research papers, all in my name. First Author will be me.
3. Never ever fall in love. Because love is poison. Not to mention, how much it distracts me in my work. And I love to work.
4. I want to teach some old people around me how to use internet. They don't know it all. Again social service worker in me.

I will do it Bangalore. I am ready to relocate to other places provided that they are willing to provide me the creative space that I ask for. 

I dont want name, fame or anything for what I am doing. I just need my name for all my works. The satisfaction I derive from my work is my reward. For people who did not know that about me.

I will keep the list bullets at four. Maybe, I will change the resolutions if I find a goal worth pursuing in 2017 subject to worth my financial and emotional currency.

Annapoornima Koppad/-.

Monday, December 19, 2016

All in my name

Dear All,

I am writing to state things for things all I do. I am keeping this blog in my name.

My name in full form is Annapoornima Koppad /-.

Nothing less, nothing more.

All in my name. There are no short forms for this name.

Everything I do is going to be in my name, eighteen letters including my last name.


My first research paper

Dear All,

I really worked on research in my life, for the first time. You can find it here,

My first step to what I wanted to do.

Best wishes,

My one last request to General Public

Dear All,

This will be the last time that I will ask for public request after stating my side of story.

I always followed Amma, Malathi Koppad. I followed her everywhere. To her natives, to her relations, and ate what she always gave me. She also told me stories.

Appa was never there for me growing up. He was an alcoholic. I don't recollect him at all.

Amma, Brother, BK and Sister, DK filled my life with horror stories. If you come personally and ask me the things that they told me, I will tell you. Those things and stories are not worth mentioning on this blog.

I told in my previous post that I had a contribution towards the house that I built for Appa and Amma.

I also told that I could stay and plot revenge for the things they did to me.

I am me. I don't want revenge. Because the sickness of the stories that they told me will translate into things that I would not think of inflicting on my true enemy.

Also, there is the emotional baggage of inflicting things to them.

I don't think I want to do this part of running around and asking why they did, what they did to me.

I have multiple copies of stories that they have told me, including the family friends and relatives that I have had.

If ever, I felt the need to return to them that they need my help, I can look at what I have and remind myself to never return. I am never going back to them.

I don't need their house, their money, their savings. Not one paisa of it.

If you ever meet them, please slap them in the face for me. If you need proof, I will give you questions to ask them, so that they will tell why they did what they did to me. I don't want to hear the endings of those stories from them. The sickness is just going to kill me.

I am not scared of living alone. If you have been following me, you know what I can do to earn a living. I can earn just enough to live free. That's enough for me. I deserve a better life. I can earn that myself. Not a single paisa more. I have myself to look after.

Annapoornima Koppad/-

Sunday, December 18, 2016

An open request to doctors on my readers list.

Dear All,

There have been symptoms that I don't know, but have been happening.

This happened to me in my house, at Indian Institute of Science.

I forgot most of the things that I read, so would keep multiple copies of things that I wanted to remember.

I am writing a diary, and maintain this blog for that purpose.

Hence, I have this request to the doctors on my reader's list.

Are there any drugs, alcohol, and other things that will make people who eat it forget what they wanted to remember?

I would like to know about those before I run into investigations.

If you know, please let me know, else keep quiet. Please don't write an email telling me that you don't know. I don't want to know that you don't know. 

-Annapoornima Koppad

An open request to the general public

Dear All,

I am requesting all of you to tell me what I have to do for the things that I have been through.

Sexual harassment, disowned by my parents, friends and family, I slept on streets for some days. Without a job. I was roaming without proper slippers, wondering what was any obligations that I had towards anyone.

Because starting from now onwards, I am going public with my investigations.

All of them. Blogs, letters, poems, paintings, Meditation, sex, love, lovers, pens, school friends, college friends, every aspect of my life the way I saw it.

I am going to name everyone in the process while I investigate. If there is someone who thinks I am at mistake, I am asking you call me directly, or come speak to me. My email ID is My cell phone number is 8792879112.  You tell me why you know what you know, and I will tell you why I did what I did.

We can a public live streaming discussion on youtube, national TV channels, news reporters in everyone's presence.

I am asking everyone to watch me live on the channel. Please let me know.

As I name them, I am asking these people to give me what I deserve. Every single paisa of it. Not a single penny more. God forbid, not a single paisa less. Hatred included.

Any questions.

I am home.

Annapoornima Koppad

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Python Software Society of India

Dear All,

I wrote to the home Python Software Society of India, I am also registered on since I am interested in promoting Python training sessions in and around Bangalore.

I wrote to everyone in the contact list of No one has ever replied so far. Just so that you know, I am currently serving as one of the eleven  Directors of Python Software Foundation,

I also wrote to Kushal Das, who is also another Director of Python Software Foundation, asking if he could reach out to PSSI and ask what was happening with my membership. I spoke to Vijay Bangalore(, Kracekumar Raju(, and this email address( about my membership. This was in June.

I had a conversation with Ewa, Naomi, who also suggested that I move forward with the local Indian group. I was waiting for some kind of reply atleast.

I also wrote to Shijil ( from the on November 13, 2016.

Can general public intervene because I am going to talk anyways to the Chief Minister of Karnataka? This time if I go to Chief ministers office, I will take press reporters, cameramen, TV news reporters, and the rest others with me to cover the story. I will have Youtube live streaming if not anything else.

Your intervention will be highly appreciated.

Thank you all.

People person,

My caste story

Apparently, Yamanappa Koppad and Malathi Koppad belonged to Kuruba community. Which is the caste of the current chief minister, Siddaramaiah.

Erappa Kurubar, Malathi Koppad's father had hundreds of goats to herd.

Yamanappa Koppad was friends with current chief minister, Siddaramaiah. Often, Yamanappa Koppad always went out to campaign for Siddaramaiah.

There were stories of Siddaramaiah floating around. About his sons, and his wives.

I have had friends from all castes. Brahmins, Lingayaths, Eligas, Edigas, and some of the castes I do not even know. I have had friends from all kinds of people of all different language. Mangaloreans, Bangaloreans, people from all over India. I even had people from United States, whites, and black friends.

I do not see the difference in caste. I do not see the cultural backgrounds. I do not see the languages people speak. As long as you are a person who can respect to another person just as the same you are, I treat you equal. As long as you do not raise your hand/power over another person, I respect you for what you are.

I find people are both good and bad. Irrespective of the backgrounds they come from.

Unfortunately Malathi Koppad and Yamanappa Koppad dont think like me.Yamanappa Koppad took me to meet Mallika Ghanti, a person close to the chief minister, and the chief minister Siddaramaiah long time back.

I am not going to use caste to my advantage. I do not need a reservation. Even the thirty three percent of reservation that is set aside for women.

I dont need that.

My divorce story

Dear All,

I am writing to let you all know. Demonetisation has been happening. It is ruining my life.

I want to complain about my message that I logged with the prime minister's website. Both the message on phone and mobile are missing.

I went to see Chief Minister and was not available at the time I went to see him.

This is RajhaPrabhu, my exhusband's profile. This is my father in law's profile

I went to the court near Lalbagh, on H. Siddaiah Road. The Judges changed three times within a span of one year.  

I read that the gold given to a girl at the time of marriage belonged to the girl. I read it here, and here,

I met a lawyer Basavaraj B L who took 9000 Rupees from me and never appeared to the court after the second hearing.

My exhusband gave me an alimony of two lakh rupees. I quit my Job from which was giving me a salary of eighteen thousand per month to move in with Rajhaprabhu.

My in-laws and parents did not give me the jewelry also.

I have more stories to tell that. I did not have a job in Chennai. Neither do I have now.

I quit from IPTel at Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore because they were paying me Rs 15,000 per month.

How far is this right?

How do I tell this to these people?

Thanks and regards,

One request to general public

Dear All,
Can someone tell me whose profile this quora profile belongs to?

Quora, profile
facebook, profile
blogger, profile

I have queries with this person. And I wrote to his email ID which I believed is

Another investigation that I am requesting is this.

blogger, profile
facebook, profile

I wrote to his email ID which I believed is

And this profile

I have questions to ask them.

I will invite the general public to intervene when I speak to these people. Also, I went to Chief Minister's house to "talk" that I have been having problems.

Any pointers will be greatly appreciated.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Which is the religion that I have to follow?

I was born into a Hindu family. My family was cattle shepherds.

Hinduism has so many gods.

Which god do I follow?

Lord Rama who took Sita to forests and then doubted Sita's fidelity. Then the earth under her feet broke and took her in after she gave birth to Lava Kusha. Lord Rama was "KIND" enough to believe a fishmonger's words and let go of his wife, Sita who followed him to the forest, and then walked on fire for her husband.

Lord Krishna, who had so many wives, that he took so many forms to please his thousand wives. No wonder, India has always had problems with the population.

Lord Vishnu, who sits on a snake bed, and keeps Lakshmi at his feet. Why not the other way round? Lakshmi on the top, and Vishnu at his feet?

Lord Shiva who was stupid enough to give his gift to Basmasura and then running away from Basmasura because Basmasura wanted to return the favor of the gift?

Not to mention other gods of Indian mythology, "Indra", another word for womanizer", etc of the likes. Why did Yama need a buffalo to ride on?

Lord Hanuman, who was Brahmachari but went all the way to look for Sita from Ayodhya in Bihar to Sri Lanka, for his lord's wife? Was it just loyalty that drove Hanuman?

Krishna who saved Draupadi in the time of the public rape, because the five brothers had bet their wife? What do I call this? What was a woman here? An object to betting? Why did not Krishna give Draupadi the powers of Kali to set those five brothers on fire and the entire the Kaurava who kept laughing while Draupadi was being raped publicly? Why did he give a saree only to Draupadi to cover herself?

Why did Laxmana draw a line and asked Sita to not cross limits while he went out to look for Rama himself?  Why did not Lakshmana not take Sita with him if he cared for Sita. Sita with him was better than Sita alone. If anyone tried to harm Sita, he could his bow and arrow skills. Or why would he not teach Sita to use arms and bows so that she would not need anyone to protect her? Was he expecting Ravana as a guest so that Sita remained at home, and would greet Ravana with open arms? Make someone weak, draw a line, circle around her, ask her to never cross the limits, and offer her as a bait to Ravana who always looked at other men's woman.

Is this the mythology that we draw inspirations from? Hindu Scriptures, anyone?

For a while, I tried to believe in Jesus, for he was a man who asked other men if there was no one in the crowd who had made mistake so that such a man was capable of punishing a prostitute. If Jesus was really a son of God, why did he not bestow powers to a woman to make a living for herself instead of going to other men.

I think of all, Jesus still holds the trophy. You know, when Satan came and challenged Jesus to jump off the cliff, why did Jesus walk away? What was Jesus afraid off? What was that Jesus that kept hanging to life? He did not have a wife, or a family that he had to fend for? Attention Deficient Disorder, anyone?

Dont even get me started on Muslim scriptures. Sorry, people, I will break it the way I see it. Men who forbid women from wearing men's clothes, do men like things. Keep her covered from head to toe so that no one else is seeing what is happening? What is there to hide? Who is having sex with whose's wife, is that what you want to hide?

I thought about this for a lot of time.

I am sorry that I do not believe the scriptures that is being offered to me. I choose my life above all. I would like to quote Upendra's dialogue, "I am god". Yes, I am a god in my world. And my world is not my family. My world is my body and mind. Who comes here and goes here, I decide. No one else.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Our house counstruction story

 Dear Appa, Yamanappa Koppad(YK), brother, Basavaraj Koppad(BK), sister, Dhakshayini Koppad(DK), and mother, Malathi Koppad(MK) alias Mariyamma Kurubar.
This is my contribution to the house that we together built.

I got housing loan documents ready after quitting my job at UnicitaConsulting. I  was getting a decent salary of Rs 30,000 as a Patent Analyst at Unicita. I gave all that to MK.

When the house construction started, I quit my job. I applied for a housing loan from State bank of India, Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore. Which was refused. Then, I went to Canara Bank, Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore and applied again. This time, they sanctioned Rs 28 lakh for the house.

I overlooked the construction of the house for over a period of two years. I spent all my money that I had saved for myself, that I handed to MK.

I still have records for all some of the talks that have been happening between me and YK, MK, BK, and I rarely speak to DK.

DK and MK threatened me to get married to Rajhaprabhu. I had a dizzying confusion of choosing between family and marrying. I chose to marry Rajhaprahu for you people. You never came and saw me properly at Rajhaprabhu's house.

There is still a lot of money that you people have not returned to me. I have records of how much loan is being repaid since I have direct access to the loan accounts. 

Tell me how much you spent for my marriage, how much you spent for me? How much I have not returned to you?

Because this time, I am coming back with court case, police, and general public to tell what you have done to me.

Tell me how you intend to return my favor to me.

Rest, please watch me when I do what I do.

To update you that I am not bluffing, I have bank records, police records, and voice recordings of when my parents were hitting me.

I have already spoken to these bunch of idiots, and they think I cannot do anything to them. MK, and YK hit me in the house. I have a domestic abuse violence case against MK, and YK.  DK watched while MK and YK hit me.

BK took me to Jagadeeshwari Matha ashram in Bidar when I told MK was making my life horrible.

Thank you all for reading.

The new move

I wrote in my previous post about my personal life which I do not want to hide from anyone including my parents and family.

I had to go to Delhi for a policy on "HOW    TO    ENGAGE    IN    BROADBAND    POLICY    AND   REGULATORY    PROCESSES". I did not have cash at hand. Talk about demonetisation effects. I was standing in a queue at the SBI ATM cash counter at Indian Institute of Science waiting to withdraw money which was giving out only Rs 2000 freshly minted notes, then I realized that I had money in three different accounts. None of them above Rs 2000.

Laugh at my plight if you will. But then, its middle of the month and you cannot expect my cash than what is necessary. Also, I have stuff that is worth more but not in cash. I never had so much of a high on my life than the one that I felt at that moment. That I was truly free from obligations from anyone. I was laughing. It was after so many days that I have felt this good.

After that, today, I called up my parents to ask some money for cash. My father did not have cash. He handed over the phone to my brother. My brother offered me to give Rs 2000. After he said that, he started asking about my previous post. He asked me what would people of where my father's new house is would think of. He also asked me what I thought of myself.

I told him to the face, I was me. No one else. I have already told that I smoke and drink, and why would it be wrong to date someone. His voice got louder and I told him, that I did not need their house and cut the phone.

I may not move to that house. I will move to a new house that I can live according to my needs.

To Sumit, if you are reading this, I am sorry I used your name without your permission to do it on my blog. I had to test family's reaction to what I am and what I do. I may never see you again if you did not want it and happened to read this by mistake. I am sorry if you did not like being mentioned.

To my brother, if you are reading this. Just leave me and never follow me again. Even on my blog. You can go tell Appa, Amma that I wrote this. The only reason that I wanted to move to Appa's newly built house is because I had contributed towards its construction. You may not agree with me on that, I have proof to show. And please stop lying about the money issues, you, Dhakshayini, Amma, and Appa are having.

I am going to leave you to yourselves.

Thank you all for reading.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The new man in my life

Ok, people, here is the latest update in my life.

I had a pre marital affair with a guy called Praveen Ballal with whom I had sex for the first time. He died in a car accident, thats what his ex wife told me after I left him.

I was married to a jerk called Rajhaprabhu who had erectile dysfunction problems.

Then I have dated a guy who was in a relationship with a married woman. All three of us had problems. So I quit from there. Sex was good even if it was only two-three times.

I then got into a relationship with a married man, and later a very old guy. I quit because they did not offer me the comfort.

Now, finally I am getting some sex from that guy who was in a relationship with a married woman. Apparently, he told they have separated ways.

He lives in a another city. Once in a while, he comes to Bangalore, and its good.

So, I have asked him to move in with me in my new house.

He has not replied at all.

So, Sumit, if you are listening or reading this, reply and let me know if you are willing to move in with me, provided you pay half the rent that I am paying to live in my father's house.

You don't have to marry me. You can move out when you want. The same thing holds true for me. The moment I start feeling uncomfortable or way too comfortable, I will kick you out.

For the rest, see, I like Sumit not because I have great sex with me. That bloody bastard allows me to fist fight with him. Also, I will update you if comes back. If he does not, please do the needful for me. Kick some in his dark butt for me, please. Thank you for understanding.

And if you don't reply, it is ok. I will date some other guy on the block.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Yoga and Meditation

As stressed I am right now, I have tried non medical treatments of doing meditation as well.

I did this class way back in 1999 from Sahaja Stithi Yoga organized by Gurudatta Guruji.

Meditation did some good work initially. It calmed my jitter nerves.

But then I started having dreams. Dreams of falling down stairs.

I remember when I attended the class I had this thoughts of mass orgy. I did not like it.

I did not like the thought process that Gurudutt Guruji, propagated. Isolation from people, and leading ascetic life. I mean, if you have a problem, you don't go to forests and meditate upon a stone rock, how does the problem go away.

One thing about me, I am fascinated with life. Everything excites me. Colors, people's expressions, food, etc all of it really gets me going. I cannot sit without doing something. But here was a thought process that was taking away from that. So, I did do one thing. I practiced meditation process in my room for a while.

It did not take away the stress after some time. My health deteriorated more.

I was having dreams of going away from people, I saw myself dying, etc.

I thought it was more stress, and then I stopped meditating. I started dancing which turned my mind towards my body. Which was better than meditating. With eyes open.


I wanted to get a operation done for the past few days.

I considered my mother and father as my children after a while since I believed my mother was uneducated, and my father had problems with his attitude. Not to forget to mention, how much I cared for my sister. I considered her my child for whom I could set the best example that anyone could ever have had.

Unfortunately for me, all of them turned me down. Told me on my face that I do not mean a thing and did not do anything for me. They were angry with me.

I could stay and plot revenge for them. But what makes me makes me. Revenge is not me. I cared, and I loved. True to the last word.

I have no wish of mating another guy or having any more children. I do not want to adopt another dog for that matter, that will keep me holding to anyone.

I went to the doctor and told her that I want to get hysterectomy in case there was anyone who wanted me to look for them, or save them, or love them, sex or no sex involved. The doctor says that I have to get a sign from my father to have the operation.

Right now, I have just enough to live for the day. So, till the time comes when I can afford the operation. I will wait.

There is no need for any shit from anyone.

Women Scientist A program

Dear All,

There was a program from the Department of Science and Technology, Government of India for which I submitted my project.

The project was accepted and I have not heard from them so far.

Anyone else who knows about this?

You can see the list of accepted projects here,


MIT Global Entrepreneurship Bootcamp Team

I recently completed my application for the MIT Global Entrepreneurship Bootcamp Team.

Anyone else on the list who has done the same?

Let me know.


Saturday, December 10, 2016

I am a people person.

I am a people person.

Its my innate inborn ability to connect with people. People from all kinds of backgrounds, and all kinds of statuses. I don't care if a person I am talking to comes from a poor background, or is a rich person.

Like I said in my previous post, I connect with people whose names and faces that I may not remember at all. I laugh, share a joke, and then I am on the roads again, traveling, discovering new places, talking to new people.

I can never sit in one place, or stick to one person totally or emotionally. I draw inspiration from people. Everyone I meet on the way teaches me something that I don't know.

Sex is out of question.

I am not sure if I can find a man or woman that will say I am okay with you talking to so many people, or treating them like you have known them from ages when in fact you just met them. There has been no one so far.

That makes a people person. Totally. No one ever comes close to what I am, what I see, and where I want to go. No one. Ever.

Things that I miss about Indian Institute of Science

This post is due before I unpark my *** from Indian Institute of Science.

Its not the research, not the green campus, not the world class research facilities, not the people, not the professors, or the fact it is one of the most popular institutes in India that I will miss, or not even the fabulous nine rupee tea at Prakruthi canteen that I am going to miss about Indian Institute of Science.

There are three wise women, whose names that I do not know who work at Prakruthi canteen. I dont know them, and perhaps will never know them. Once in a while, when my salaries have not arrived or I am cracking jokes about the other waiters who have upturned noses, and are acting like they are the royalty of England, I don't give a damn about the waiters acting like royalty of England, these three women stand with me and laugh.

Its not even that these women are trying to date me or anything. I will keep it that way. My happy memory.

This was perhaps the best kind of relation that I have come across. Its even better than the one teacher that I had.

Projects in pipeline

Here, as you must have already know from my previous posts, I literally have no personal life. That leaves a lot of room for several projects.

I bought a Arduino Uno board and a Raspberry Pi 3 boards for my projects. I got another Gemalto Concept Board from Gemalto people. I have another Intel concept development board that I intend to work on.

Apart from this, I recently wrote my patent agent exams, on 27 November 2016 to be specific in Chennai. I am still awaiting those results.

I am attending a Zumba instructor course on January 27, 2016.

Like I said before, I am also working as an intern for the Openstack group as part of the Outreach program.

And as a major move, I am moving away from Indian Institute of Science which I have always considered as home. I am going to miss you, Indian Institute of Science. As green as you are, I find my true calling, traveling, teaching what I can to others, in the process learning more.  I cannot remain stuck to you like a child is stuck to its mother via the umbilical cord.

I know my work life balance is definitely going to be awesome in 2017.

This is my story.

Dear All,

I have been waiting to tell my real story. Like no hiding facts. I tried to solve this problem, problems that I had with my family, with people that I tried again and again. Talking to my own folks, I have tried all that.

The girl in the story is me.

I have tried to tell whatever I remember. There is must be an end to this.

Unfortunately, I have no means to tell. When there is an entire system that is set up against me. I am not sure of anyone, anymore.

I tried everything best to solve it myself. I give up.

I am opening it up for others to read.

Most of the stories I write, painful as it they may seem, it is me.

Friday, December 9, 2016

There is one man that I respect

There is a man that I respect who is a memory for me now.

I may never see him ever again. I am not sure about seeing him ever again. If I saw him, he is not same man that I respected once.

I was looking for what defines me. He gave me what I was looking for.

For that alone, my respect and all regards to him.

To that man, if you are reading this, I owe my life to you.

My teacher, my guide, and my hope in all things bad, my good in the worst of this world.

My heartfelt gratitude to you.

Thank you.

What is oddly satisfying?

Ok, let me accept it. I stole the title of this post from a video that I saw on Facebook which showed some ordinary satisfying things from which people derive satisfaction.

I mean, hell yeah, winning a million dollar lottery is exceptionally satisfying, but then for the lesser mortals like us, what is oddly satisfying?

Today, one such situation came up. I had earlier blogged that I am one of the person selected as an intern for Openstack under the Outreach program.

I had an old Dell machine on which I had Devstack installed and was submitting patches from that machine. It started puking errors when I ran ./ That has been happening for the last three days. I tried everything available on the internet to sort out the problem. That did not work.

I recently bought a new machine, again, a Dell Inspiron 15, 3000 series machine, that I rebooted with Linux 16.04 operating system. Then I git cloned the Devstack and ran ./ It was the same set of problems. So I did do one thing. I wrote to my mentors, Raildo Mascena, and Rodrigo Duarte Sousa from the Openstack group who suggested that I try running Devstack in virtual environments.

Virtual environments spewed up another set of errors.

Finally, it worked and I was able to get it up and running is not what happened.It is nowhere close to it.

While I tried to several things, I wrote up the errors in a word document using Libre on Ubuntu and then was about to post the question on Stackoverflow. Then suddenly, my machine hung. I had to reboot it.

When I restarted my machine, and fired up Firefox, the old session was restored. My worry was always there. Now, I had to think of the unthinkable, To even ask doubts to my mentors, and then post questions on mailing lists, and post it on  Stackoverflow, I would have to redo the efforts of the last three days.

Fortunately for me, when I opened up Firefox, my question on  Stackoverflow was saved, and the word document still had my documentation.

I dont know when I had hit the control save on both of them.

Now, that was oddly satisfying.

I know, people, life sometimes gives you lemons. I just had my lemonade.

I just googled up Youtube to see if there was any thing else that were oddly satisfying, found this.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Problems with gmail

Hello Everyone,

I have had this query for my gmail account. I use my gmail account for a lot of financial transactions such as booking train tickets, and paying credit card bills.

I got worried that recently I saw a chat request was sent from Gmail to someone whom I had not known at all. I did *not* do it.

Unfortunately for me, I would not worry if my emails could be hacked for anything. Except with the money matters.

Has anyone run into this problem before?

Let me know.


In Pursuit of Science Kishore Vaiygnanik Prothsahan Yojana at Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore

I am a creative person. I like creating things. Stories, arts, crafts, science, data, food, pretty much everything around me gets me interested. 

Unfortunately for me, I had a alcoholic father, and an uneducated mother. The only goal that I had in my mind was that I was to grow up an independent person with no obligations towards anyone.

It was way too much dillydallying about what I wanted to do and where I wanted to be, and I worried way too much about it. 

For me, I believe that even art is a way of science, and science is a way of art. I do not discriminate knowledge. That holds true for both basic science and applied science. For a long time, I was considering both of them, basic science and applied science trying to see which was more worthy of pursuing. It took a while for me to realize that both of them are dependent on each other.

But the way I chose, I took the one that gave me money because I needed money to survive. I was ready to accept basic science as well as applied science that gave me the creative space. 

Let me tell what I did.

I got into bachelors for engineering since I wanted to earn huge money in shorter span of time, doing it the right way. But then, the urge to research and get into the creative space of my mind, it kept pulling me.

I was doing my first year of engineering when Kishore Vaignanik Prothsahan Yojana(KVPY) advertisement appeared in newspapers at Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore in the year 2000.

I spoke to my mathematics teacher at University Visvesvaraiah College of Engineering, Bangalore, Ms. Hamsapriya if she could suggest me what I could do for my application that I do some research at the college itself. She said she did not know of anything that she could do to help me. 

I then spoke to my professor V. Keshava Murthy, electrical engineering department of University Visvesvaraiah College of Engineering did not have anything to suggest to me. 

The interesting world of information with all its wonders did not exist for me then. Whatever I knew was what I knew from people all around me, what appeared in the newspapers, and what I heard from my parents, friends, and other people.

I met Dr. Prakash A S, a PhD student in the year 2001 from Solid State Chemistry Unit of Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore and spoke to him about my application. He was happy to have me work under him. But the condition that he imposed was that, his professor Prof. M. S. Hegde would not acknowledge my application. Naive as I was, I believed what Dr. Prakash told me. The closest I came to my application was what Dr. Prakash had given me. I was alright with Prof. M. S Hegde not acknowledging my application. But I just met Prof. M. S. Hegde to seek permission to use his laboratory for my experiments, to which Prof. M. S. Hegde agreed.

It was the year that I was doing well in studies at college, and I was indulging in research, research if my application was successful would actually make money and give me some recognition as well, and alleviate my otherwise no money condition. 

I did submit my report to the scholarship application. I have no idea what happened to it. There must be some feedback mechanism to tell me what went wrong, or what was that my application was missing.

As hard as it was, there is nothing that I could do to find out what was happening. I still don't know how the application process is judged.

The milieu was totally different from what it is today. There is access to so much information that I do not need anyone to teach me something. A computer is so much more of a beautiful world. I learn, I write, and then I have the satisfaction of doing my work, and being recognized for my work.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Outreachy program

Hello All,

It was a slow process of learning and relearning for me. I had contributed earlier way back in 2013 to Openstack and was accepted into the program. Since I had conflicts going on, I was not able to accept the offer and withdrew due to personal reasons.

Then I restarted my path again, started contributing to Openstack and was accepted into the Outreachy program.

You can find my name listed under the Openstack organization, here.

This time, no matter what happens, I intend to complete the program.

Hope to see you around.


Memoization in Python

Memoization is optimization technique that optimizes the number of calculations being performed by storing and reusing the already calculated values. A memoization cache is created when a function is called for the first time, and every time there is a call to the function, values are stored in the memoized cache, reducing the redundant calculations.

In the following paragraphs, the technique is illustrated using the example of a factorial.

A simple literal implementation of factorial in Python without using the recursion method is given by Figure 1:

Figure 1: Factorial using for loops

This case helps and gives the correct answer. This becomes redundant when there are many values whose factorials need to be calculated.

It is here that the technique of memoization comes handy. Figure 2 exemplarily illustrates the code for memoization technique.

Figure 2: Memoized factorial
If the values that are calculated are stored, then those values can be pulled from the memory for further calculations without recalculating again.
Figure 3 below illustrates a simple timer program that can calculate computational times for the two functions mentioned in Figure 1 and Figure 2 respectively.
Figure 3: Timer code for calculating computation times

On the first time call of the function, the normal factorial calculation illustrated by Figure 1 and the memoized factorial illustrated by Figure 2 utilize the same computational cycles and give results in the same time frame. For example, Figure 4 illustrates the code for calculation times for the the normal factorial calculation illustrated by Figure 1 and the memoized factorial illustrated by Figure 2 0.0395050048828 seconds and 0.0834770202637. In fact, this is quite in contrast with the expected results. 

Figure 4: Using timer from Figure 3 for doing calculations

However, if the calculations were repeated in this manner, the advantages of memoization come into picture. Figure 5 illustrated the example code for repeated calculations.

Figure 5: Repeated calculations

Using the code in Figure 5, when the computation times for the normal factorial calculation illustrated by Figure 1 and the memoized factorial illustrated by Figure 2 provide for 4.68964886665 seconds and 0.108646869659 seconds respectively.

This is primarily for the reason that once the factorials are calculated and stored and are retrieved when there is another instance for the variables. In the first case, the values get calculated every time and hence increase the computational times.

In this article, the benefits of memoization are explained. There is one disadvantage of memoization, that is, memory is used for storing the values. But that is a trade off that is to be balanced for gaining on the speed of computation.

Further, recursion methods give faster computation, that combined with memoized technique can make the programs a lot faster with a little trade off on memory. I will write more about those in another article.

There is my article on Memory optimization in Python.

Virtual Reality : The way I want it

 This is a post about my personal expectations of what I think virtual reality is and what I want to do.

Most of the current virtual reality simulators require that you wear some kind of additional equipment upon on your senses that will make you feel and sense the virtual environment. That is you need an extra equipment to experience that virtual environment.

This is not new. It already exists in movies and the concept is being used by movies. The actor does not actually handle or manoeveur some of the things as props that do not exist but acts like he is using them while the camera and other technical people involved in the movie making develop the rest of the set using existing software and hardware.

Applying this concept to virtual reality, I am seeking to develop tools that do not require equipment on a body but still provide the required virtual environment.

For example, projectors and screens and other materials placed at the right places can produce three dimensional images that look very real and feel real but do not exist in reality. The capability of deceiving the spectator experiencing the virtual reality is very true.

To state an example, it might not require any more actors, and expensive setup if you can setup one studio that is able to do this. A slight feed into the program and you are able to develop stunning results.

On a medical note, hallucinogens are known to induce experiences in the human body that cause the user to believe that he is seeing or experiencing things that may or may not be true. That is whole different ball game altogether.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Mission Declared : Missile Launch

I wanted to write a story on Missile Launch.

Suppose you have an enemy that has been planning on launching missiles at you. Missiles that are the usual ones but the ones that mark their target and never leave the target, following the target everywhere.

You try to thwart the attempts, or try to disable the missile launch themselves.

After a while you get tired.

I almost stopped in tracks at the story.

I complete it this way.

I go to the enemy base or headquarters, whatever you want to call it. Running away from missiles is my habit, after all the attempts the enemy has made at sabotaging my life.

Then, I hide myself behind the enemy.

There is no way out.

Both the enemy and I die.

End of story!


There was a man I saw.

There was a man I saw.

Every time I met him, I saw his eyes looking for an answer. His eyes looked longingly at me. His actions were almost totally different from what his eyes were telling me. His actions were being subdued by the brain in his body.

He was a man I met, amongst several men. I could picture him. He was a good looking man, with a decent paying secure job. He had a family, probably a loving one. Some days, I saw him accompanied by his wife and two beautiful kids. It was the most perfect family picture that I could ever want to paint.

There was something missing though. There was a longing in him for more. For more than living a normal life. He was still looking for the one who would make his life complete. It is a need that I understand. His brain confined him to the boundaries of our civil society while his heart yearned for the thrill of living, rather than just existing.

I also saw that putrid, pugnacious smell of being afraid of escaping from the norms, of being afraid to not conform to the rules of the society. I wanted to tell him to take the risk, and let go of everything that he had been raised for.

You see, I am someone who broke away from the emotional baggage, and earned my financial freedom. I could never see him do that. That made him a coward. A coward that did not risk for the comfort, even for the sake of living it. Even when that comfort was a lie, when it was actually taking away the precious moments of his life. A courage that he would never muster, that I had gathered and faced the consequences. He deserved that life.

I saw a man. A man who was where he deserved to be.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Sadma song - my reaction

I recorded this video as part of honing my acting skills. I own this video alone. The original copyright rests with the owners, and I claim no rights over them.

And no, I have not used glycerin to cry.

I recorded another video right after I recorded this video today.

Please let me know your comments.

Bricks and bouquets are welcome.


Saturday, December 3, 2016

Acting bug bite!

Hello Everyone,

I have developed new interest in movie making, and acting. It was a while that I wanted to get involved in theater, art and drama. I recently completed an acting workshop by Rangmach at Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore. It was after that, I seriously started making videos of me acting out roles. Here is an take on one of my roles.

Watch, and please leave your comments. Both comments and critiques are welcome with equal elan.


Friday, December 2, 2016

Shaping of identity - My take

I am writing this to understand the shaping of my own identity.

I am an individual, and I live in a society.

The atmosphere I grew up shaped me till my ideas were born, and I was able to think better, not prejudiced by the circumstances and environments that I grew up in.

That gave me the reason to write this post. Does the society define? Do I define me? What is that defines me?

There are some days when I do things that the society that I live in will never accept but makes me feel comfortable.

By the line of thought, I have come up with two theories, rather should I call them two identities that I have developed and I prefer to call them individual identity and collective identity.

Individual identity is something that I do when I am alone. I am happy eating lots, coding, reading, writing, dancing with no particular steps, or moves, etc.

Collective identity is what I pose for others to be just because I live in a society and I need their respect. Actually I don't need their respect, but then, I need money to live, food to live, that comes from working , and working requires that I interact with people, and hence I have to bow down to the system in which I live. 

There are days when I wake up and don't want to meet anyone. Nor interact with anyone. I have had enough with this people. And don't want to work anymore. I think of starving myself. So that I don't have to eat anymore. So that I don't have to mingle with people.

How many times will it before when I will be doing what I like instead of doing what is dictated by the system?