Tuesday, June 30, 2009

About me

People say, that they cannot write about themselves. I say, WHY the hell not? After all, we know ourselves better than any other thing on this planet, so why should we not be able to put the same down in ... words. So here I go..

first an interesting widget I stumbled upon Ashwini's blog.

Click to view my Personality Profile page

My name is ... well you all know it ... so skip that. I am 19 years and some months old ... feeling the heat of the ending teentimes ... sigh :( ...

Born on the 9th of October, I'm a true blue Libran, and spent the wee years of my life in Jamshedpur, when my Dad was in Tata Steel. In 1994, moved to Calcutta, and have been there since. Schooling? Leave out the montessories ... went to too many of them ... (teachers there got scared of my vommiting every morning ... that's the only good thing that happened in those years!) ... classes 1 through 12 were spent with St Xavier's Collegiate School, and now, am a first year student at BITS Pilani, studying Mathematics.

Now, a bit more subjective stuff,

My friends consider me amicable and ... er ... queer at times, my parents consider me to be an adorable irritant, and I consider myself to be the next B!G TH!NG to have ever roamed the planet since the Diplodocus got extinct. So as you can see, that I harbour some ... pretty ... lofty thoughts about myself.

I love learning ... typically anything, as long as it isn't biology or medicine or commerce. Physics and Mathematics are my favourite subjects ... and I hope I get to embrace these pillars of wisdom even more closely in my later years ... Oh, and the Arts interest me too, and I have a strong affection for English literature AND alternative history ...( though I can't stand the textbooks that deal in the same ).

I love reading books ... Agatha Christie, Dan Brown, Alexandre Dumas, JK Rowling, Jeffery Archer, Jules Verne, Isaac Asimov ... the list is quite long ... and I love music too ... be it Eastern Classical or Western Hard Rock ... my fav artists are ... um ... the Beatles, Iron Maiden, Bryan Adams, Guns N Roses ... Bon Jovi, Metallica. I'm a huge fan of Bengali Rock ... and Hindi to some extent.

My dad is my foremost idol in the real world, and ... Peter Pan is, in the fiction world (I wanna stay on in Neverland). I'm not a movie buff, nor a television worm ... love watching Nat Geo, Fox History, and Discovery though ... am religious, believe in God, and Hinduism. Ardent believer in the ideals of Shankaracharya. Favourite sports are ... cricket and formula 1 ... and NOT football. Am a hardcore evangelist of open-source freeware, and cannot tolerate Microsoft, nor Apple. Luuuurve Google, Linux Ubuntu and Wikipedia. And yeah, I forgot to mention, my mum's the best mum in the world too.



Anything else I'm leaving out ... hmm ... not that I can remember ... welcome to my blog, and go through my articles if you have nothing else to do at the moment. There is a slight probability that you may even like them.

Cheerio and take care :)

Awards and Recognition

I received the Blogger Friendship Award from Roshmi on the 18th of June 2009


I received the Best Blog of the Day award for the 29th of June 2009



I then received the Zombie-Chicken Award from Amrit on the 26th of August 2009


The very next day, I received the Beautiful Blogger Award from Ashwini



l then received the Stylish Blogger Award from Shilpa (on the 17th of September 2009)





I received this nice token, yet again from Ashwini on the 6th of January 2010


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musically me



Quite a long time has passed since I produced a post on music, and that being one of the foremost things that guides my life, I felt that I had been unfair. So here goes one:

My stint with music started rather early ... even before I knew that a word called "music" existed. For your information, I refer to my early childhood when I was a gee little fella ... and wondering why one and one made two and not twa. My musically gifted mum, ensured that I got to listen to the best quality of nursery rhymes ... by whatshername? ... yup Preeti Sagar ... how I loved them!!! Incidentally, those were rhymes that ensured that I took down that extra gulp of rice, or that extra spoon of milk ... net net ... helped my mum keep her cool.

Now as I grew up (honestly, I did. People still claim that I didn't), I became more and more oriented towards that category ... the dwindling minority of people who like music as a passive backdrop. (Wish I had stuck there, that would probably have been conducive for getting into Indian colleges with greater ease ... read minority reservations).

My mum tried hard to make me fall in love with music, and made me sing Benagli songs, Rabindrasangeet, adhunik frequently ... but then realised that, that led to larger and larger yawns, and more sleep. So that route was abandoned. The next milestone came in the form of my father.

OK, here I pause to clarify stuff. My father is an unusually tone-deaf person, and the only song he can sing today is the National Anthem, and he had no intentions to make me musical. It was sort of OK for him, if I became so, but if I didn't, well and good.

It was only for my mum, that he bought a small keyboard in 1995 from Singapore, hoping that that would make help her more than harmoniums. The keyboard came, a small black one -- a Yamaha PSS 290, and I was ... if not exhiltrated ... just about interested - the sort of interest that Diego Maradona would show on hearing that Fermat's Last Theorem has been proved -- you get it right?

What fascinated me however, was a new found button on the keyboard labelled demonstration. Boy oh Boy!!! How I loved that. You press that button, and so much sound suddenly appeared out of nowhere ... dik dik tak tak .. tan tan ta ra ... dig chik dig chik ... wow, it was just amazing. So for many years to come, that one button would be the only button I used on the keyboard.

It was in 1997 that I first realised what a key board was. This bearded bloke in my neighbourhood put up a signboard in front of his house which said "SYNTHESIZER TAUGHT HERE" ... it took quite some time for me to pronounce the first word correctly, but within a few weeks I realised that it meant the same black thing that I had.

So my mum, despite a great deal of tears, and forceful dissent, sent me to that guy, who taught me ... Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sa ... for the first one month then some woeful songs for the next six. After that it was a strict NO ... I would not tolerate him. Come to think of it, he was a good man, and he even organised a function where I played a couple of songs at the age of eight, in front of a large audience ... but at that time I preferred drawing cars and watching Swat Kats to learning the synthesizer, so discontinued.

It was a full six year break from music that followed, and the next break through came in the form of a cool digital boom box, which my dad got from some country. Previously we didn't have a proper CD player, and only listened to my mum's CDs on our PC, and cassettes in the old cassette player that my mum had. Ths digital boom box, provided the much needed break through for me to enter the world of music. The first thing I took to was the easily accessible FM radio that came with it ... and very soon, was addicted to it. After hearing songs there, I realised that I had to buy CDs too ... my school friends had CDs, why shouldn't I have them?

It was modern Bengali songs at first, then I drifted to Bollywood, and then ... full blown Western. It started with Nachiketa, and Rupankar, ... then Shaan and Sonu Nigam, and now ... it's pure Western Rock ...

WOW, how I love my music now ... can't spend an hour without it, nor without my Yamaha PSR 403, which happens to be my soulmate after my blog. It's a full blown synth people, not a baby one, and I play pretty well now, and take pride in saying that I am largely self-taught in this regard.

Today, I listen to a wide range of music, something I wouldn't have imagined a decade back. My favourites include the cult Bangla Rock band Fossils, and I have completely idolised the lead singer Rupam. I don't like Bollywood music much nowadays, but I listen do to it ... KK and Shankar Mahadevan being my current favourites. I love Eastern Classical. Also, my favourites list includes the Gods of Soft Rock, Bryan Adams, and Bon Jovi, the Gods of Hard Rock, Guns n Roses, and the Gods of Alternative, Linkin Park. Yeah I am also crazy about the Beatles. The list of my favourites is actually endless today, and I am thankful that it is ... I never run outta it now. On my synth, I love remixing tracks, picking up random tunes, and discovering and inventing completely whacked out chords ... experimenting with Sitar on a death metal background, or Rabindrasangeet with a Techno Hip Hop track or even a Sweet Child O Mine on Santur...


It's been an amazing ride till now through this enchanting world, and I hope it continues this way, and I'll be always grateful to the people who led me to it ... my mum for the support, my dad for the "breakthroughs", and my friends at school for the rest.

Friday, June 26, 2009

two more tags ...


here are two more tags, the first from Shilpa AND Shankar, AND Kunu and the second from Avada Kedavra:

#1
Came across an interesting 15 Books Tag:

The rules are:
"Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Tag up to 15 friends, including me because I'm interested in seeing what books my friends choose."
(Personally I read more science-NON fiction than standard fiction, which might be a little off-beat from your point of view, but in this list I have included just two of them. Secondly, the order of listing is not indicative of any personal preference)

1. The Day of the Jackal - Frederick Forsyth (a book in its genre yet to be bettered)
2. Angels and Demons - Dan Brown (thriller wise, I would rate this above the DVC)
3. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown (insight wise, a groundbreaker)
4. The Doomsday Conspiracy - Sydney Sheldon (the only Sheldon book I liked, for its sheer speed)
5. the Road to PSingularity - my dad (still need a reason?)
6. the Murder On the Orient Express - Agatha Christie (a better crime thriller CANNOT exist)
7. And Then There Were None - Agatha Christie (a better crime thriller CANNOT exist .. er sorry ... :D)
8. the Big Bang - Simon Singh (am reading it now, and am absolutely rivetted to it)
9. the Harry Potter series - JK Rowling (a phenomenal achievement by JKR indeed)
10. One, Two, Three ... Infinity - George Gamow (a brilliantly written guide to everything around us, from the chemistry of the DNA to Einstein's Relativity)
a couple of classics by Alexandre Dumas
11. the Count of Monte Christo and
12. the Man in the Iron Mask (beautiful and thrilling tales of the the 16th century. I especially like the episode in the Count of Monte Cristo, which depicts that protagonist's escape from a prison by disguising himself as a dead body, which is thrown into the ocean ... wow)
13. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea - Jules Verne (as a masterpiece of great vision)
the list cannot be complete without mention of my favourite comics (c'mon make a guess ... its not hard!!!)
14. Tintin - Herge (i have read them all around thirty times each, and will continue to till the last day of my life)
15. Asterix - Goscinny and Uderzo (similar reasons as above, just change the thirty to twenty)

#2
this one was by Avada Kedavra:

Q: When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
A: never actually looked :(

Q: How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?
A: Rs. 450

Q: What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?
A: core, more, shore, wore .... bore

Q: What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?
A: Linkin Park's Numb (have a new cell now :) )

Q: Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
A: my aunt from Puna

Q: What are you wearing right now?
A: an MTV vest

Q: Do you label yourself?
A: not really

Q: Name the brand of the shoes you currently own?
A: Bata Action :)

Q: Bright or Dark Room?
A: sometimes bright, sometimes dark

Q: What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
A: a Harry Potter maniac, with a great blog

Q: What does your watch look like?
A: Am not wearing one now, but all the watches I have, have black bands

Q: What were you doing at midnight last night?
A: watching TV (India-West Indies first ODI)

Q: What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
A: told you, have a new cell, purchased a day back with a new SIM ... no one knows this number now ... last text message was from Vodafone :D

Q: What’s a word that you say a lot?
A: Like

Q: Who told you he/she loved you last? (Please exclude spouse , family, children)
A: Fortunately, no one

Q: Last furry thing you touched?
A: .... hmmm... difficult ....my sweater last winter I guess...

Q: Favorite age you have been so far?
A: 15-18 (still to continue)

Q: What was the last thing you said to someone?
A: Jaiee ('I am coming' in Bengali to respond to the door bell)

Q: The last song you listened to?
A: was listening to Afterglow by INXS and Sona a couple of minutes back ... what a song!!!

Q: Where did you live in 1987?
A: no where, was born in 1990

Q: Are you jealous of anyone?
A: wish i was

Q: Is anyone jealous of you?
A: one guy IS ...

Q: Name three things that you have on you at all times?
A: my brand new cell phone ... which stores more songs than my iPod Nano (so don't need that now) ... and yeah ... pants, and specs

Q: What’s your favorite town/city?
A: Prantik (guess where that is?)

Q: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?
A: my uncle when he was in the US, nearly a decade back...

Q: Can you change the oil on a car?
A: Nope.. never tried

Q: Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?
A: never had one ...

Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?
A: my stomach ... am hungry!!!

Q: What is your current desktop picture?
A: a face of Ma Kali, created by an artist friend of my dad's ... have it for more than a decade

Q: Have you been burnt by love?
A: NO!

I tag everybody reading this. Complete both!!!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

so close no matter how far ...


couldn't be much more from the heart...
forever trusting who we are...
and nothing else matters...

call it James Hetfield's visionary powers, or call it sheer coincidence, but these four lines indeed sum up the state of minds of the thousands of sweltering citizens in and around Calcutta.

Phew...

Now even as I write, with a fan revolving directly over my head, and an AC churning in cool air behind my back, I can still feel beads of sweat developing on my forehead ... a few of them coalescing together to form a bigger bead ... the bigger bead thus formed, following every possible Physics law very obediently, to convert itself into a stream of sweat, and ... making it's way down my face, and finally dropping in a rather uncomfortable looking position on my pyjamas... call that life in Cal! life in the City of Joy ... how very ironic man!

Equally irritating are the worthless people who call themselves meterologists, and who are only capable of staring at their ancient computer satelite screens for hours, predicting 'the possiblity of rain or sun shine' day after day...and then later claiming how correct they were!!!

Happens only in India, can't argue about that one!

Summer 2009 is possibly the worst season I lived through during my entire life, and there seems to be absolutely no signs of ending. An iota of hope crept into my mind today when I looked out of the window to see clouds, and hear a few rolls of thunder ... hoping that this was it, the day thousands had been waiting for, but the hope got extinguished as fast as everything cleared up to make way for bright sunshine again.

What the HECK!!!


this is supposed to be monsoon season people, and by monsoon we mean the monsoon we in India are all familar with .. viz the WET monsoon, not a monsoon which has the sun growing brighter and brighter every passing day, or a monsoon where we don't see a drop of rain till now!!!

In the hindsight, I guess it is we who are to blame for this unfortunate state of things. We pollute our environment, cause all this global heating, melt the ice caps, and stop the rains, and in the end, it is we who suffer ... punishment by the Gods for our sins I guess, and how deserving we are of that!!! Possibly the worst of His creations, treat our planet like our neighbour's back yard and then blame everyone around for the consequences. Thanks to Mukund, I have taken an initiative to stop using polythene bags for sometime now ... believe me it's not very difficult, and I would entreat each one of you to take similar initiaves in similar directions... after all its our planet, and we need to save it now... give it a thought, and please let me know what you plan to do...

signing off now, and expecting a lot of cooperation for a bigger cause.

Monday, June 22, 2009

daddy's day

Forgive me for producing a post so late, because father's day was indeed yesterday, and I am a full 13 hours behind schedule, but ... better late than never ... so here I am, with a brand new post, and a brand new thought.

Incidentally, father's day is on the 21st of June, which also happens to be the day of the Summer Solstice, which is the longest day of the calender year. But again, there is absolutely no connection between a father and the solstices, unless you happen to be Karna, who was the son of the Sun ... whew ... that pun was inevitable!!! But otherwise there is little connection between the two. Coming back to my father, well, you already know quite a lot about him from my previous posts or so ... if you are still thirsty for knowledge feel free to visit his personal web presence:

http://www.yantrajaal.com

But what I want to share with you all is something different. After 18 years of being a "footnote" in the great Indian Software Story, my father is presently a professors at the Praxis Business School, and an adjunct faculty at the Vinod Gupta School of Management, IIT Kharagpur, and as a result has more time at hand that what he had a couple of years or so back. Because then he, being a Director of IBM India, had a bigger role to play for the company, than he had for himself. So now, with relatively ampler time at his disposal, he has done what he wanted to do for so long ... which is writing books. He published a compendium of his diverse, yet inter connected thoughts (which searched for links between Hinduism, Mathematics, and Genetics) in 'The Road to Psingularity' (published by the print-on-demand service offered by lulu.com) which you can check out here.

his second work is more significant and more recent, a book, or rather a text-book with a twist.
It's entitled 'Business Information Systems' and aims at providing the required course material for Management Information Systems students at all B-schools. The twist however is the nature of writing in it, which captures the essence of a dialogue based interaction between a teacher and a student. Published by Jaico publishers all across India on the 29th of may 2009, it is quite easily the most ground breaking ever written by an Indian.(I'm not joking)

In fact, here's an awesome representation of the book. Flip through the pages, or read the full work by clicking on the full screen button.



so if you are a management student, or know of anyone who is, you know what to do, right? Make sure you do that. :D

Signing off now, and wishing all daddies again a very Happy, (if a little belated) Father's Day.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Wrambling about Web 2.0


My dad showed me this video yesterday, and after seeing it I knew that I had just experienced a resurgence of vitality ... and that my brain had just shot forward by a ... few light years. Now my father is an evangelist of the Web 2.0, and this video is dedicated to the same. If you are wondering what Web 2.0 is, here's the definition from the person who coined the term, Darcy DiNucci:


The Web we know now, which loads into a browser window in essentially static screenfuls, is only an embryo of the Web to come. The first glimmerings of Web 2.0 are beginning to appear, and we are just starting to see how that embryo might develop. ... The Web will be understood not as screenfuls of text and graphics but as a transport mechanism, the ether through which interactivity happens. It will [...] appear on your computer screen, [...] on your TV set [...] your car dashboard [...] your cell phone [...] hand-held game machines [...] and maybe even your microwave.
the important terms here are "transport medium" and "interactivity": the aspect of the web that allows a medium to communicate and interact as in real life. Many of us are well "into" Web 2.0 without even realising that! For example, me writing this blog, and you commenting on it, or even reading it ... is Web 2.0 in action. Social Netwoking sites, blogs, wikis, mashups ... and the like are all forms of Web 2.0. It really is amazing how we are all integrated into this great revolution, and have adapted to this with such great ease.

So what's so great in this, the sceptic will interject.

The great thing is ... the fact that ... Web 2.0 never ends. It is an eternal process of development, and ... everyone contributes to it, in some way or the other. A fine example is the popular Web 2.0 platform, wikipedia, an open source encyclopedia that relies only on its users for existence. the result? Well it's indeed not hard to seek, and has already rendered the gargantuan Encyclopaedia Britannica primitve. Indeed, why will someone pay thousands for a set of thirty-odd volumes or for a CD, when they have this even bigger freeware resource in their hands?
That, my dear friends is the greatness of Web 2.0. Look at the net king, Google. Their success is in fact, almost completely owing to their adaptabilty to Web 2.0! The ability to integrate the users of a system into the system is what Web 2.0 is all about, and Google has done just that, in the most extra-ordinary manner ... if you still need examples ... here's one more. Me writing in a Blogger blog, or you connecting with your friends on Orkut (or for that matter Facebook), is an example of us being a part of the system.

Cool eh? Even cooler is what I mentioned a few lines back ... Web 2.0 being a process of eternal devlopment. Here's an illustration. Remember your biology classes? The brain? The neurons? If you do, then let me ask you ... how do we learn?Simple, in principle, extraordinarily complex in actuality. But we are interested only in the principle for the time being, and here it is. For every iota of information we register in our brain, some connection is made somewhere ... say a connection between neuron number 56,736,210 connects with neuron number 17,384,950,032 ... that helps you remember that 2 + 3 = 5 and not 4 ... and all these connections which keep building eternally gives rise to the complicated thing called memory, and adds to our knowledge.

Similarly, every input from a user of the system adds to the overall knowledge and intelligence of the system, and the system slowly develops an attribute called intiution. The inputs from the users forge similar connections within the system. I writing in my post that "My Santro has been sold' lets the system know, that ... well ... my Santro has been sold, not the most ground-breaking happening perhaps, for the system to bother, but then again, it has indeed added to the overall knowledge of the system. This highlights an emergent property of the system: not that each of the inputs to it, matter, but the combined aggregate that can slowly lead us towadrs development, just as a single drop of water cannot flow, but a multitude can, and do more. This is, by far, the coolest aspect of Web 2.0, and the reason why Web 2.0 has indeed come to stay.
(The picture above shows a collection of Web 2.0 based platforms. How many are you a part of?)

After all this ... confusing jargon and high sounding words ... and blah blah blah ... here is the video which I mentioned in the first line. It's a pretty popular video from You Tube (yet another Web 2.0 based platform!), and you may have seen it.
Here goes:




(I dunno but I think something is wrong with my machine / browser / or template, the comments link in the first post sometimes does not seem to work. If you face the same problem, but a want to comment please click on the tiltle of this post and then click on 'post a comment' at the bottom)

Thursday, June 18, 2009

mixed bag of emotions

the day started pretty nicely. My blog got a starting indirank of 76, and then my page visits crossed the magical 1000 mark with nearly 500 unique hits. Secondly, thanks to Jal, my blog now has a unique favicon (thanks again, Jal) which you can see in the address bar or on top of the window ... isn't it cool guys? (well Blogger may feel pissed off ... showcasing that W beside a blogger blog, but who cares about that ... )

But the sad thing that has weighed down on my mind, is the fact that my decade long friendship with my lovely Hyundai Santro has come to an end ... following a rather cruel deal between my dad and a #?#!!@. I had been dreading this all the while, and knew that despite the terrific efforts this little marvel made to serve us, it just had to go. During its 10 year-and-1 month-long stay with us, it had done things which not many cars in this country has done ... (click here to read a previous post dedicated to him) ... but the truth was, try as it might, it just couldn't go on like that. The good side to this is the fact that while all cars are sold at a price much below its cost price, this one wasn't !!! Know why? Well, my dad got this car when he worked in Price WaterHouse Coopers (relax, he left it 8 years back, and was no where nearby the Satyam thingy), and then had shifted to IBM as regional director, and head of the Global Delivery sector. Then suddenly, four or five years back, IBM decided not to pay for its employees' cars, and so my Dad had to buy it from IBM. But surprisingly, that amount was less than what we sold it for !!! Call that a car, faithful and friendly to the owner, as well as to the owner's pocket! (No, we didn't tweak the mileage meter, if you are wondering whether we did that.)

So that's the sad story of the end of a relationship that had blossomed into a tender friendship. As I look out of the verandah now, I don't see him anymore, and the lump in the throat tells me, that I won't see him there too ...

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

to make it lighter ...

Well, we are all sad that the Indian Cricket Team has been very nastily chucked out of the second Twenty20 world cup, owing to a series of losses to a couple of other (superior?) teams. But then, it is the wise man who can filter out the good side to such saddening events, isn't it? Therefore in an attempt to become wise, here's a cartoon I created right now : (click for bigger image)
It's actually inspired by the "Yeh Cup Kahin Nahi Jayega!" ads (remember?).

(it's a rather crude one, hastily made using Paint Shop Pro, but as a first attempt, it isn't all that bad is it?)

MS Dhoni, if you are reading my blog, please don't be angry ... I really appreciate you as a captain, and I must say that it was bad luck that led to your defeat. But I just couldn't help making this one ...

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

full throttle ahead!!!


It was all happening around me ... everything that I had wanted to happen ... people, trees, buildings, cars, two-wheelers, hurtling past ... shouts, screams of fear, and the angry voices of cops, flashing lights ....
but I stayed put ... calm, and intent ... with the sole aim of crossing that barrier, the elusive barrier that had evaded me for so long, the one barrier that I would die to break.
As the needle slowly climbed, it wavered slightly, and the moment it gave signs of dropping, I slammed my foot down even harder. I shot a glance at the tachometer ... oh god ... the V8 was actually revving above 10000 rpms!!! But that didn't deter me ... because I had my priorities all fixed ... drilled into my brain like steel welded into steel ... and all that I knew was that I had to cross that mark ...

Uh oh!!!

looks like I got carried away ... sorry folks, and thanks for bearing with this anti climax ...
but thing is, I got my licence today, and so was ... dreaming of the adventures possible with this marvellous device, and hence got carried away.

You may recall the post relating to the fateful day of my driving test. Remember? Right!! And you might recollect that the guys there had assured me a licence within twenty days? How true to their word they were. I went to them on the 20th day dot, and they very nicely handed over my licence to me. So these aren't that bad guys at all, are they? Great, India is shining.

Hang on!!!

No sooner did I reach my house I happened to read the details on my newly acquired driving licence rather carefully, and ... ALL the nice thoughts about the wonderful fellas ... vanished ... just like that!!! The blinkin' blokes had printed my date of birth all wrong !!! Would you believe it!!! They had made me a full one day older ... printing my birth date as 8/10/1990 instead of 9/10/1990 ... sigh ...

I guess I have to be contended with that, because applying for a licence yet again, would mean another saga of bitter events ... accepting a wrong birthday seemed simpler. Later as people told me, that a day difference in the licence wouldn't make much of a difference ... it mattered a lot when they had the year mixed up. Anyways, lets hope for the best, because I'll have to put up with that for the next 20 years ... DUH ...

But the silver lining in this otherwise cumulonimbus cloud is the fact that I have a proper driving licence now, and my photo in that isn't all that bad actually as it generally is on one's licence. That means I have the licence to live all my dreams ... dreams that I had harboured ever since I played Need for Speed ... dreams of racing a Porsche through a corner at over 300 kilometres per hour ... braking a Veyron from 400 kph to 0 in 10 secs ... and getting drunk with the smoke bellowing from the screeching tyres ...

Kidding, I'm a good driver actually, and in the past one month of driving, I haven't actually done anything dumb with my car ... maintained a decent speed limit of 50-60 kilometers per hour, following all road signs and the sort. Let's see how much farther I go ...

Saturday, June 13, 2009

failed technology predictions


This post is a collection of fun facts, related to technology predictions that ... well ... didn't quite work out to be predictions. In other words, a collection of what great-minds thought, but later realised that they had had it all wrong ... grossly wrong.
(courtesy listverse.com)

  • “There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home.” — Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp. (DEC), maker of big business mainframe computers, arguing against the PC in 1977.
  • “We will never make a 32 bit operating system.” — Bill Gates
  • “There is practically no chance communications space satellites will be used to provide better telephone, telegraph, television, or radio service inside the United States.” — T. Craven, FCC Commissioner, in 1961 (the first commercial communications satellite went into service in 1965).
  • “To place a man in a multi-stage rocket and project him into the controlling gravitational field of the moon where the passengers can make scientific observations, perhaps land alive, and then return to earth – all that constitutes a wild dream worthy of Jules Verne. I am bold enough to say that such a man-made voyage will never occur regardless of all future advances.” — Lee DeForest, American radio pioneer and inventor of the vacuum tube, in 1926
  • “A rocket will never be able to leave the Earth’s atmosphere.” — New York Times, 1936.
  • “Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible.” — Lord Kelvin, British mathematician and physicist, president of the British Royal Society, 1895.
  • “Nuclear-powered vacuum cleaners will probably be a reality in 10 years.” -– Alex Lewyt, president of vacuum cleaner company Lewyt Corp., in the New York Times in 1955.
  • “This is the biggest fool thing we have ever done. The bomb will never go off, and I speak as an expert in explosives.” — Admiral William D. Leahy, Chief of Staff to the Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy during World War II, advising President Truman on the atomic bomb, 1945.[6] Leahy admitted the error five years later in his memoirs
  • “The energy produced by the breaking down of the atom is a very poor kind of thing. Anyone who expects a source of power from the transformation of these atoms is talking moonshine.” — Ernest Rutherford, shortly after splitting the atom for the first time.
  • “There is not the slightest indication that nuclear energy will ever be obtainable. It would mean that the atom would have to be shattered at will.” — Albert Einstein, 1932
  • “The cinema is little more than a fad. It’s canned drama. What audiences really want to see is flesh and blood on the stage.” -– Charlie Chaplin, actor, producer, director, and studio founder, 1916
  • “The horse is here to stay but the automobile is only a novelty – a fad.” — The president of the Michigan Savings Bank advising Henry Ford’s lawyer, Horace Rackham, not to invest in the Ford Motor Co., 1903
  • “The Americans have need of the telephone, but we do not. We have plenty of messenger boys.” — Sir William Preece, Chief Engineer, British Post Office, 1878.
  • “I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea.” — HG Wells, British novelist, in 1901.
  • “X-rays will prove to be a hoax.” — Lord Kelvin, President of the Royal Society, 1883.
  • “Fooling around with alternating current is just a waste of time. Nobody will use it, ever.” — Thomas Edison, American inventor, 1889 (Edison often ridiculed the arguments of competitor George Westinghouse for AC power).
  • “Television won’t last. It’s a flash in the pan.” — Mary Somerville, pioneer of radio educational broadcasts, 1948.
  • “[Television] won’t be able to hold on to any market it captures after the first six months. People will soon get tired of staring at a plywood box every night.” — Darryl Zanuck, movie producer, 20th Century Fox, 1946.
  • “When the Paris Exhibition [of 1878] closes, electric light will close with it and no more will be heard of it.” – Oxford professor Erasmus Wilson
  • “Dear Mr. President: The canal system of this country is being threatened by a new form of transportation known as ‘railroads’ … As you may well know, Mr. President, ‘railroad’ carriages are pulled at the enormous speed of 15 miles per hour by ‘engines’ which, in addition to endangering life and limb of passengers, roar and snort their way through the countryside, setting fire to crops, scaring the livestock and frightening women and children. The Almighty certainly never intended that people should travel at such breakneck speed.” — Martin Van Buren, Governor of New York, 1830(?).
  • “The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to no one in particular?” — Associates of David Sarnoff responding to the latter’s call for investment in the radio in 1921.
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Friday, June 12, 2009

just four things

Four jobs you’ve had in your life

am still a student now :)

Four jobs you wish you had

test-driver for an auto magazine
car designer
rock drummer
researcher in particle physics

Four movies you can watch over and over again
not a filmy freak, hust the two that comes to my mind now
the Harry Potters
the Love Bug

Four cities you have lived in

Jamshedpur
Calcutta ... these are the two I've lived in
amongst the two I've visited mostly are
Purulia (not anymore)
Prantik (near Shantiniketan)

Four TV shows you love to watch

Dada na Didi: Gaaner Big Fight on ETV Bangla
Time Warp on Discovery
Megastructures on Nat Geo
Boys Toys on Fox History and Entertainment

Four websites you visit daily

wramblingz.blogspot.com :D
igoogle (google.com/ig)
indiblogger.in
blogger.com
stumbelupon (had to put the fifth one in)

Four of your favorite foods

Naan and some richy gravy stuff of anything chicken, mutton, panner ... basically Tandoori
Biriyani (the one my mum cooks soooo wonderfully)
Pizza
Chinese (esp at mainland China) ... ummm ...

Four things you won’t eat

random stuff from roadside dhabas
everyone will hate me for this but here goes
mangoes (Ew!!!)
actually thats it .. i'm a good boy am i not?

Four things you wish you could eat right now

same as my list of favorite foods

Four things in your bedroom

My Bed
a couple of cupboards
my music system
my non operational cell phone

Four things you wish you had in your bedroom

a full HD plasma TV
a broadband connection (its elsewhere in the house, i want it IN my room)
... well that's it

Four things I’m wearing right now

specs
a T-shirt
a pair of shorts
... well that's it, what else does one wear when one is just out of bed ...
here's the fourth one,
a disgruntled look on seeing this question

One place I’d rather be right now

the South Pole ... its tooo hot here in Cal

One fictional place I’d rather be right now

Hogwarts Castle (what else?)

Four people you’d really love to have dinner with

My Family
my favourite rock star, Rupam Islam (frontman of Bangla band Fossils)
Isaac Newton
Michael Schumacher

Four things I am thinking right now

How many more questions do I have to answer
that my fears regarding India's poor performance has been confirmed
two more answers to this question, now its one more
what improvisation can work best for the song I'm to play on my keyboard today

Four of your favorite things/people

My Parents, my grandparents, my uncle, my aunt and my sweeet little cousin bro:)
My iPod (it's working again!!!!)
chocolate ice-cream
my blog

Four people I tag

graffity in my heart ... he's changed his identity now, into some Arvee

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

the BIPASA problem

sometimes ... well just sometimes, during one of those long and frequent fits of wramblingz that I suffer from, I feel that the calendar is one of the most important things in our lives. You look at it from any angle, and very faithfully, it does what it is meant to do, which is ... well ... show the date. It never questions why you need to know the date, never asks you why have you have hung it in such a disgraceful corner of the house , or why you have neglected it and let dust accumulate on it. It just does its job without any care in this wide and wonderful world, and ever happy, it flashes the current date to all who would care to look its way.
Wondering why this unwarranted affinity for these ... er ... er ... rather-bland-sheath-of-printed-paper-piled-together-and-hung-on-a-wall? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, and ... thanks to Aila, the winds are even stronger in Bengal, as a result of which the, answer is blowing rather strongly here too.

For the past one week in general, and the last 2-3 days in particular, prevailing circumstances, in and around my residence has actually goaded me to make such proclamations, as the one above. Hang on, let me get down to the details.

All those who stay in Calcutta will know, and for all those who do not, here's a question: Guess what is more common in Calcutta, than rasogollas and hand-pulled rickshaws? The answer is roads-in-the-making. Bewildered? Don't be. Roads-in-the-making are weird things that have carved out an exclusive niche for themselves in the lifestyle of all Calcuttans ... that make life for the average Calcuttan feel like, if not hell, slightly worse than hell. They are in fact so very different from their mistaken counterparts, the roads, that it does allow one to make a detailed analysis of the two. However fear not, we won't, because that would take us on a completely unwanted journey of futile analysis, and defeat the purpose of this post. Just be happy with the knowledge that roads-in-the-making are .... essentially, roads in the making, which will remain so for eternity. They are meant to become roads in the future, but ... won't.

Another fascinating object of interest in this City Of Joy is lack-of-electricity. Its presence is in fact so very glaring in today's Calcutta that it has indeed made electricity vulnerable to extinction, renting the hearts of so many individual starting from Benjamin Franklin to myself. But what to do, this is the scenario in the city today, and we've got to accept that as life.

While the two aforementioned aspects of Calcutta have plagued the city ever since it existed, a third problem cropped up a couple of days back as a direct consequence of RITM (Roads-In-The-Making), in our neighbourhood. As road-workers slogged on for days and nights to increase the width of the already wide road in front of our house, hacking at footpaths, and felling trees mercilessly ... they, in a rather heightened form of misplaced exuberance, drove their tools straight into, and then right through the water pipes of the neighbourhood.

CRUNCH!!!

Oops, it didn't quite sound that loud, but there was a severe water-crunch for the forthcoming days. And I was left staring at the calendar on the wall, sweating in the absence of electricity, without water, and with a hellishly pot-holed and ripped apart road in front of my house, wondering whether this was actually the 21st century or not. The calendar stared back, and I seemed to hear it saying 'Yes indeed'.

yeaass .... Now you know why I was talking of calendars at the very beginning of my post, don't you. It took time for the gravity of the grim situation to actually sink in, and that was when bells started ringing in our minds. So there we were, stuck in the year 2009 without proper roads, without electricity, and last of all without the basic living requirement---water, in the very heart of the City Of Joy. Call that irony of the highest possible degree. That wasn't all. When we actually complained to the local councillor, he actually had the audacity to shoot back at us saying that the road work was not at all involved in the stoppage of water supply, and the water was but our problem and that we had to deal with it. It took quite a lot of heated discussion to actually make them send men to do stuff for repair. Till then we had to be happy with drawing up tube-well water and adding the z thing ... what do you call it ... yup zeoline, to it before drinking. Also we had to shift base to our other house in a place which still had not recieved the brunt of the shortages. It took two full days to get the wather thing up and running, after proper medication ... potassium permanganate (the water's all pink and girly now!!!), and stuff.

So that was the story of the BIPASA problem. Still wondering what that means? Simply, the BIjli, PAni, SAdak problem!!!!

Monday, June 8, 2009

for all those who missed this 2

(...continued) If, with the complete nonsense of my previous post, I have succeeded in lighting the fire of curiosity in your mind, then let me, very frankly tell you, that 'the thing' wasn't as much of a thing, to actually have invoked curiosity, of that great a magnitude. I understand that readers cannot tolerate anti-climaxes, like this one, but what to do... this is life. However, if my attempts have indeed borne fruit, and you are curious, then I believe, I can start upon the remaining phase of the story, with new found gutso, and determination.

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the thing that happened, was the sort of thing which tells you that its going to happen, by making the hairs at the back of your neck, stand on end, before it actually happens. Honestly, I did seem to hear that voice of conscience, sounding from my gut, that something was about to happen to the grumpy old woman (whom you might just recall from my previous post). But oh! If only my gut would have been a bit more informative, I would perhaps have gauged the near future, but some things in life don't happen the way you want it to happen...so I had to be content with it.

Now this GW (grumpy woman) had just managed to postion her centre of gravity between her feet, and was looking slightly happier owing to this achievement, when the protagonist of my tale, made an entrance. And that too on a bicycle.

And than I realized, the profoundness of what they call 'a gut feeling'.

The protagonist made an entrance all right, but at the cost of the other character. I dion't mean to say that she did an exeunt, but rather fell down. The moral of the story: Mr. Protagonist had barged right into her.


... and the market place scene changed. The whole load of tomatoes she was carrying, broke free, and spread all around her, till it seemed as if the Red Sea had flowed into this city. Passers-by crushed them under their feet, scooters ran over them, auto rickshaws squashed them, disfiguring their geometry to a great extent, but that did not deter the tomatoes, no sir. They had broken free, and intended it stay free, outside all baskets, out of all polythene bags. So they did one thing, that round bodies are very good at. They rolled, they rolled, and they rolled, till it seemed that V = Rw was certainly, not a myth. Till it seemed that the round bodies were meant to take over the world, owing to their sheer rolling power. And till it seemed that, someone at Pizza Hut, had ben a bit too generous with the tomato sauce, and had mistaken this market place for a big pizza.

The GW? guess what happened to her? She did one thing that middle aged women are very good at. She screamed, she screamed, and she screamed. The gravity of the situation, had taken its time to enter her brain, but when it did, she looked helplessly around for help, and finding none, had to be content with her screaming. After a few minutes of star-rated wailing, when she realized, that Mr. P was the cause of her fate, she looked desperately around for the culprit. But clever Mr. P. He was gone!!! If there is one person to whom this story is dedicated, it is indeed him, for it is he who gave me this story to write about. Meanwhile, dejected, and looking murderously vindictive, the GW tried her best to collect as many red stuff she found lying on the road, but were attempts were futile: the good round ones, had made a getaway. The ones who hadn't succeded, were left either crushed, or wasted on the road.


With this I end this great saga. I am not sure whether you have enjoyed it. But if you have, do let me know. If you haven't, than forgive me for wasting your time. To cap it all, a note of caution: be on the lookout for rolling tomatoes in and around Lansdowne Avenue. If you do spot one, well you might just know, whom it belongs to!!!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

for all those who missed...


this was a post published a year back, when my blog was still in it's infancy. Here's it again for all those who missed it

the following write-up is meant to be mere cheap humour, with not even an iota of deep insight. The topic is derived from one of my school English language exam essays, which I had attempted. A few people who had read it, might recall. Nevertheless, the write-up is fraught with complex sentence constructions, and you are requested to give some time, in reading it carefully and slowly. If you like it, do let me know!!!

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If someone were to ask you, which is the most happening place in town, what would your answer be? Well....if you are the typical...er...type, you might blurt out something like, say, the Forum, City Centre, or some other similar stuff....or if you are the slight daring sort, you might just vote for nightclubs, and discotheques. But, if you are not aware by now, I tend to be slightly obtuse in my opinions, which turn out to be quite acute, to others. Whether they are obtuse, or acute, they seem quite right and straight to me. So I would cast my vote in favour of the market-places, for which our city is so well known.
Yes I mean those market places, that shout out loud, that this is India or better (worse?) this is (quite ironically) the City Of Joy. The same market-places that bring to the thousands of hawkers, a daily meal, and an income. The same market-places that seem to denounce, every bit of the government's 'Save the Environment' policy. And the same market-places that have today, given me a topic to write about.

Now, first, let me clarify your doubts, regarding my alliance, or better allegiance ... whether I'm for these markets, or against these markets. For one thing, in no way do I have any affinity for these popular hotspots, neither do I intend to in the foreseeable future, but coming back to where I started off from, there IS reason enough for me in casting a vote in favour of these historical monuments.
I happened to (quite unfortunately) visit one of these masterpieces, a few days back, which provided all the reasons to do so.

The market place under our forthcoming experimental discussion, sprawls over 10 acres, of fertile alluvium, and black pitch, of the Lansdowne Aveneue, and like most other markets, does not possess, a name of its own. It had been there for the past fifty plus years, and owing to the prevalent confusion, regarding its nomenclature, it got quite unanimously, named as the
The Lansdowne Market. It is this name we shall adhere to, during the latter course, of this fascinatingly boring journey.

Coming back to the story of my visit, it was a not so cloudy Monday morning, when I was sent by my folks back home to buy tomatoes, and not knowing any other shop in my locality, that sold tomatoes, I headed straight for Lansdowne Market. The same market, which my grandmom sanctified every other morning during her groceries, which needless to say, should have tomatoes to satisfy the whims of my kitchen ... and it did. The good old market lived up to its name and reputation, and I was pleasantly surprised, at the quantity of redness, I beheld in almost every shop.

This calls for a clarification. The word 'shop' utilised in the previous line, happens to be an exaggeration, because these were more of... bivouacs (those who went through the ICSE in 2007, may recollect this word from the far-flung reaches of their brain .... it essentially means a temporary battle camp ... where in this case, it refers to the hawkers' ... mad battle, for possession of more territory for enhanced display of their inventories. Whatever they may be, I headed for the nearest establishment, where a grumpy old woman, sat squatting on a low stool. She looked rebellious, and seemed more inclined to fending off customers, than welcoming them in. Naturally, I succumbed to her repulsion , and headed for the next shop, which looked, equally repulsive, but slightly less offensive. It was here, where I obtained my tomatoes, and had no sooner turned about, to head back home when the thing happened ... (to be continued)

a mis-conception about the Indian cricket Team


...well nearly a mis-conception should be the word ... but thing is the Indian Cricket Team is in a rather peculiar state now. All the TV channels are shouting their throats and possibly their satellites hoarse that 'Yeh Cup Kahi Nahi Jayega', and there is the team trying hard to live up to its reputation of being T20 champs. But come to think of it the way the team is playing, certainly makes one think whether there is room for improvement at all. Because I, personally feel that this team is under-performing. For one, they have the best batting line-up the cricket world has seen in a long time, and two they have had the bonus of playing a full domestic season before the world cup, and yet their batting seems strained (excepting a few of course) and lacks the punch which these guys otherwise seems to have in abundance.

Yesterday I watched the Indian innings in the India-Bangladesh match and was feeling rather sad. I have to admit it. Rohit Sharma, IPL star, and with two scintillating warm-up matches under his belt, looked so very out of touch. Gautam Gambhir too seemed a little casual, and though he scored a half century, it seemed rather slow for a batsman of his calibre. Even captain MS Dhoni, appeared unnecessarily stressed .. in fact he isn't at all performing well nowadays. The "batsman-in-form" Suresh Raina couldn't do much too ... I would say that had Yuvraj not played yesterday, Bangladesh would certainly have won.

What the hell? The first five batsmen in this team, are all match-winners in their own sense. Gambhir, Rohit, Dhoni, Raina, Yuvraj. Then they have the likes of the Pathan brothers, explosive all-rounders. A team which can easily lift the cup, even if any one of the afore-mentioned players get going per match. Yet, when such a team struggles to put ball to bat in the slog-overs, and that too with so many wickets on hand, it does raise several questions regarding their champ status. Because the matter is very simple ... not that India has to win the world T20 cup, it won't change our lives, but that they SHOULD win it. It would be a joke if they didn't. Trust me, if Ricky Ponting had players like these, Australia would have won the world cup without even batting ... i mean an eye lid :D . If Gavin Hamilton had players like these, Scotland would have won too. I mean, with a batting line-up that has some the biggest hitters in the world today, it is a natural thing to gao ahead and win. A loss here would mean shame ... nothing more.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

the phenomenon called wowzio

if you are wondering what these amazing widgets are doing on this page, rest assured you wouldn't be able to get them as easily as other widgets, and its all thanks to the wonderful people at wowzio ... without whose support this would simply not have been possible. Wowzio shows an interesting attempt to create beautiful and useful widgets, based on an individual user's request, which when bundled with their amazing service makes you wonder with awe at their capabilities. Most importantly, it is just sooo easy to get the widgets once you recieve their invitation ... you just add your page url and their lightning fast server does the rest ... it retrieves feed in a jiffy, and in a moment you can see all the widgets in front of you ... fully customised for your very own need.

Another interesting attempt by wowzio is the insights. Whta are insights? Insights is a 3-tier system that bubbles up top-notch products for a given task or function, eg. 'Best Blenders for making Smoothies'. The base tier consists of an Insights-Extraction system, which as its name suggests, extracts key insights from reviews of users who have used these products. This gives us products that are good for a given task or function. The middle tier is a normalization and ranking tier called TopRank. This is used to rank products obtained from the base tier. The normalization layer factors in product level parameters like how buyers have rated a product, the number of times buyers have rated a product, how well a product has sold, as well as how a product's price is trending. The top tier (currently in development) is user-voting and editorial oversight. Call that innovation at its very best? You gotcha !!! click here to visit the insights page.

After my very short accquaintance with these wonderful people, I am well assured that wowzio is probably one of the most user-friendly services the web can offer ...

PS: my blog's been revamped ... the widgets have been removed because they don't go well with this template (sidebar too narrow) ... however, they are great widgets all the same ...

Friday, June 5, 2009

Angels and Demons : review



Amidst the awesome wilderness of movies that get released every day, all across the globe, very few of them actually prove a point which generally falls in the blind spot of all reviewers. That fact is pretty simple, and it determines .. speaking in absolute terms ... whether the movie is good, or bad. What is the fact? Well, it is the origin of the movie.

Hang on, by origin, I do NOT mean WHERE the movie is produced ... Hollywood, Bollywood, or the sort ... but something a tad deeper, and more fundamental. Origin here, refers to the place where the first thoughts of the movie appeared ... the brain of the person OR the true incident.... without which the movie would NOT have been possible.

Need more clarification? Simple ... who do you think was responsible for the Oscar winning Slumdog Millionaire? Director Danny Boyle? Actor Dev Patel? ... or perhaps Music Director AR Rahman ... if you are dumb enough? No, my dear reader, the answer is none of these .. it was indeed Vikas Swarup, writer of Q and A, who was responsible for the making of the movie. It was in fact, that particular book from where the story-line of Slumdog was extracted. Another example? Fine ... what made the Titanic a film? This time again, as in the previous case, it was NOT the director, nor the actors, nor Celine Dione who was responsible. It was the historic incident, the actual story of the sinking of the Titanic which ... provided an opportunity for the director to make a great film. It was this dramatic incident which provided the platform to create the much exaggerated love-affair. Thus a good movie, in its absolute nascent state, is NOT meant to be a movie at all. It is perhaps meant to be a novel, or a short-story, or may have actually occurred in the past. A good movie is therefore not made in the director's workshop, or in the lofty sets, but in the notepad of a writer or in the annals of history.

So does that mean the director, the actors, the music ... these mean nothing? Of course not ... wait ... let me clear up the muddle I've created in your minds. The main idea, the concept of a movie, MUST come from a person who has mastered the art of creating original stories, and producing original ... thoughts ... worthy of being made into a movie. OR, it must come from an actual incident which occurred in history, and provides, a suitable setting ... to create a movie. The director's job is NOT to provide the idea behind the movie, but to make sure that he chooses the right people, takes the right steps to ensure that the movie is well built ... not only that ... but that it also projects the key idea in the right ... and lastly in an entertaining manner. If the director himself takes the responsibility for creating the story-line right from scratch, then we get something like Rock On, a huge hype in the filmy world, loads of show with zero go, depending only on music and pre-release promotion to support a flimsy plot ... meant to win the easily mouldable mind of the Indian viewer. Of course, exceptions stand out in the face of this attack, but that is solely owing to the brilliance of a few select directors, who have this rare gift of creating an enthralling plot, in addition to directing it well. Then again, exceptions do indeed verify the authenticity of a rule!

Coming back to Angels and Demons, the latest offering from Hollywood. Here's a quick look at the basics:



Director:
Ron Howard

Who's who?
Tom Hanks plays Professor Robert Langdon, symbologist at the Harvard University, and the protagonist in the story
Ayelet Zurer plays Vittoria Vetra, one of the researchers at the CERN Large Hadron Collider, Geneva
Ewan McGregor plays the Camerlengo,

Story by
the award winning author of the da Vinci Code, Dan Brown
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Many of you should be aware of the story in Brown's masterpiece. For those who aren't, then here's a quick gist:

As a result of the scientists' untiring efforts to discover particles that may hold the key to creation, a major break through at the CERN Large Hadron Collider at Geneva, heralds the first steps towards solving this epic mystery: the isolation of anti-matter ... which is everything normal matter is not ... which on coming in contact with even a minute quantity of normal matter, causes annihilation and releases energy, on a scale never imagined before.
But the blow comes thereafter. One of the few canisters carrying a small quantity of this scientific marvel is mysteriously removed, right under the noses of the heavy security, and a key research scientist is found murdered ... in a rather gory manner, with one eye nastily mutilated and separated from the rest of his body. Tragedy strikes simultaneously at the Vatican City, when the Pope dies mysteriously. A message is then intercepted, which claims the rise of an ancient secret society called the Illuminati, and also warns the world that the very existence of the Christian church is now at stake. It threatens to do away with the traditions of the church, to prove once and for all, that it is science which reigns over the concept of God. With this it also threatens to do away with the lives of the four contenders for Papacy (the Cardinals), one at every strike of the Church bell starting 8 : 00 PM that very day. The final clause in the message is the complete destruction of the Vatican, precisely at midnight. Renowned symbologist Robert Langdon is asked to look into this matter. He along with CERN scientist Vittoria aided by the skepticism of the Swiss guards, delve into this problem, and what they discover is is the mind-boggling truth about the origins of an ancient, long-forgotten battle between the Church and the Illuminati. It's a race against time, and against an unknown enemy which has vowed to make the one billion Catholics around the globe pay for their faith.
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Story wise, there is absolutely ... nothing wrong about it. Plot, setting, pace, and the mind-blowing ending ... absolutely fantastic stuff ... could not have been better. The cast is spot on, and Tom Hanks sports a much better hair-do than what he did in the da Vinci Code. Acting is superb. Tom Hanks and Ayelet Zurer do not disappoint. Cinematics are pretty decent (true, not as good as the Dark Knight). The murders are shown in a rather grisly manner though, and the branding of the four cardinals, and the Camerlengo with the red hot iron brands may not go down well with the ... gentle sort. Another appreciable aspect of the film is changing the story line in some places to make it more realistic and less fantastic. For example, in the book Langdon jumps off the chopper, and falls, as far as I remember into a pool of water, and survives. That was pretty coincidental. Hats off to Ron Howard for the clever distortion in that part. (See, I praise directors too). An additional bonus is the glimpses of Rome, and the amazing frescoes of Michelangelo, in the Sistine Chapel which you get to see.

Now the downside. This is difficult ... true ... but not impossible .... to find.
I would wager, that the person who has NOT read the book previously will not understand the story, as much as it is meant to be. He will almost certainly find himself at sea and will probably not like the movie much ... much like a blind man on a roller-coaster ... knowing that a lot is happening around him, yet not being a part of it. For those unfortunate souls, the movie could have been made a l-i-t-t-l-e longer to make stuff more comprehensible, and clearer. It's after all, a little over two hours only. Extending that a bit more would not have harmed.
Two, a slight fault in the story line ... why the assassin did NOT kill Langdon and Vittoria when he easily could have. That would have completely changed the story indeed, and the story would not have existed if that had happened. The, reason he gives for not killing them is that he has not been paid to kill them, and two, they are unarmed. However, as he clarifies, if they pursue him, that will be "a different matter". A s-l-i-g-h-t-l-y lame reason, and a fly in the otherwise perfect ointment.

Here are two things which you should not miss in the movie:
1. the awesome ambigrams. The Illuminati logo, and the four elements Earth, Air, Fire, and Water ... which were branded upon the victims ... crafted into the best possible symmetrical shapes the world has ever witnessed ... easily the most insightful concept in the whole story. The movie, however shows but fleeting glimpses of these artistic marvels, so be on the guard, and don't miss those instances.
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2. the Humour element.
which is ... scarce, I agree ... like life on Mars. Just three places to smile in this otherwise grim movie. make sure you don't miss those too.
One, when the Camerlengo asks Langdon "Do you believe in God?"
Langdon replies, "My brain tells me not to."
Camerlengo : "And your heart?"
Langdon: "that I'm not meant to."

Two, the Swiss Guard security personnel, after being trapped in the Vatican Archives, with Langdon, without oxygen ... the first thing he does is light a cigar.

Three, near the end, when the new Pope asks Langdon, to be gentle while writing about the church, Langdon replies, "I'll try."

Am I forgetting anything?... let's see ... oh yup ...
Beware!!!! This is for those who haven't read the story.
Do not leave the cinema hall after the explosion aboard the helicopter, assuming it to be the end of the movie. The real story unravels AFTER that. Some fools did exit. I couldn't help chuckling at them. And ... yeah ... those who have read the book, remember the famous Mickey Mouse wrist-watch of Robert Langdon? In the movie you just get a single glimpse of it, so keep your eyes peeled. Not that you will miss much if you don't catch it, but what you get is yet another opportunity to appreciate the director's liking for certain details.

Finally, a clarification:
The term Swiss guards may confuse some people. Swiss guards are NOT Switzerland authorities. They are the official guards of the Vatican.

To wrap it up,
if you have read the book, you SHOULD watch the movie. It's complete entertainment, power packed, and fast-paced, doing everything terribly well. If you haven't read the book, you need to be rather sharp, and you need to hang on to every word uttered, throughout to understand the thing fully, and once you do that, you will not regret it, that's a guarantee. It would be a good idea to take someone who knows the story along with you, that way you would not be knowing the ending beforehand, plus you'll be understanding the movie pretty well.

Rating? 4-stars. One for Dan Brown, one for Ron Howard, one for Tom Hanks, and one for everything else the film does. The fifth one remains nachieved for everything else the film does NOT.