Archive for November, 2008

Discover mpd

Saturday, November 29th, 2008

I’m probably obsessed with this music player called mpd, but what the heck. I’ve good reason to be, especially since I listen to music for the greater part of the day. Having a good music player is like having a good chair to sit on. Sure, no one thinks it’s that big a deal, but paying atten­tion to posture helps your health in the long run.

To clarify, I’m not obsessed with mpd per se, just the concept of a modular­ized client-server archi­tec­ture for playing music. mpd is the server, gmpc is the client that I’ve chosen to use, along with a couple of other compo­nents such as scmpc to scrobble my tracks and music­tracker to update my Pidgin status. I also found an XFCE applet that can control mpd. As an added bonus, it turns out that I can adjust the master volume by scrolling my mouse-wheel over the applet, something I’ve wanted for a long time. Sweet.

Mea Culpa

Friday, November 28th, 2008

After the tragic attack on Mumbai on Wednesday and Thursday, the question that we must all ask ourselves is not, “Who is behind these attacks?” as many news channels and newspaper colum­nists have kept repeating mindlessly. No, what we must ask ourselves is, “Will this change anything?”

This pessimism is not unwar­ranted. India has a long history of so-called ‘patience’ with respect to terrorist elements, something that the sensible citizen knows to be a euphemism for cowardice. The pattern is well-defined: a speech condemning the act and claiming that ‘the country would not put up with terror’, followed by a long, drawn out inves­ti­ga­tion by a committee of politi­cians, and then a few years in court with nonsen­sical judgments. Meanwhile, the media would do its bit, rising to the defence of the poor terrorist (who has a wife and kid after all), twisting the truth in the quest to enter­tain the public.

The situa­tion in Bombay is not under control yet, and already we have a hundred and thirty known casual­i­ties. How did we let this happen? I say ‘we’ because, at the end of the day, it our own fault that we let down our defences. When a tree is a rotten at its core, any passing storm can tear it down. And so, instead of pointing fingers at our oh-so-friendly neigh­bors, we must do what we can to fix the larger problem facing the country.

Why was there no patrol around the coast inter­cepting the terror­ists in their boats? Perhaps there wasn’t enough security in place, or perhaps not everyone was doing their job. When fishermen reported that they had seen armed terror­ists, why did it take so long for the police to get their act together? Indeed, why did it take so long for our security forces to cordon off a building infested with armed gunmen? Shouldn’t they have evacu­ated the adjacent build­ings immedi­ately? I won’t claim to know the answers to these questions, nor am I an expert in these matters, but it seems to me that there is absolutely no system in place to deal with such a situa­tion. Policemen are not trained to deal with such crises, nor do they have the appro­priate equipment.

And yet, how could we have such expec­ta­tions? In India, a policeman’s job is hardly one that the common man respects; we might fear them because they have certain powers, but it is fear mingled with contempt, because we know, just as they do, that they’re part of a highly corrupt system. As for equip­ment and training, the money allotted for this purpose lines the pockets of middlemen.

If security were the only problem, it could be fixed rather easily. But the rabbit hole goes still deeper. Terror­ists live amongst ordinary citizens and carry out their activ­i­ties with audacity, only because there’s really no way for us to tell if an individual is an Indian citizen or not, let alone enforce security measures at the border. Passports are forged, because there are people ready to supply them for their own personal gain. Politi­cians hanker after money and votes, and in the process, they disre­gard national security and the welfare of citizens. Today, politi­cians have destroyed our educa­tional insti­tu­tions in the name of reser­va­tions, damaged the unity of the nation in the name of caste, religion and language, and hampered the progress of the country by disre­garding merit and appeasing the incom­pe­tent. At this moment, we are proud of how our country is becoming a global economic power, but the educa­tional policies of the govern­ment will come back to haunt us ten years from now. This is the kind of pride that comes before a fall.

And all this while, why is it that we value the lives of our countrymen so cheaply? I read a headline from an Indian news source yesterday that I can paraphrase as, “6 foreigners amongst 80 killed…” — as if the lives of the six foreigners were somehow more impor­tant than all the others. This is not an isolated case; it’s almost as if, for the Indian media, these are mere numbers that contribute to the excite­ment, and the more the merrier.

So when I said the attacks were tragic, it wasn’t just because a hundred people were killed, but also because our enemies have once again made it obvious how weak the founda­tion of our society truly is. In happier times, I would have said that we must do whatever little we can to push forward on the path of progress, but today, little is not good enough. Now is the time for us to get together and tear down the bastions of corrup­tion and incom­pe­tence, before it is too late.

Terrorist Attacks In Mumbai

Wednesday, November 26th, 2008

The terror­ists have been at it again. On Wednesday, November 26th, India’s finan­cial capital Mumbai was rocked by a series of attacks that took more than a hundred lives and injured thrice as many — according to the last count. Some people are being held hostage by armed gunmen even now, and the situa­tion is still very tense.

Now what?

I Google, I Google Not

Monday, November 24th, 2008

When I navigated to Google’s search page today, instead of their familiar inter­face, I was greeted by the company’s expanded “add-all-your-widgets-here” webpage called iGoogle.

To tell you the truth, I am not a big fan of iGoogle, My Yahoo! or any such “person­al­ized” sites. First they want me to bookmark them, then they want me to change my homepage, next, they want me to install some toolbar that they claim would work wonders for me. No, thank you.

I can almost imagine Google arguing with me about this.

[2005]
Google: Look, we’ve intro­duced this brand new thing called Google Person­al­ized Homepage.
Me: Oh cool…lemme check…yeah, it’s ok. [Goes back to watching a movie.]
Google: No, look! It’s awesome!
Me: Um, okay.
[2006]
Google: Seriously! Look, we’ve added a lot of cool stuff. Now you can come here and search Wikipedia instead of going to their website. Isn’t that really awesome!?
Me: (Yawn!) …um…yeah, okay.
[2008]
Me: [Opens www.google.com] WTH?
Google: Isn’t that really cool!? We didn’t want you to miss out on all the fun, so we’ve made things even easier by redirecting our old homepage to the iGoogle homepage. Isn’t that really awesome!?
Me: If I tell you it’s awesome, will you stop bothering me and go away?

The Old Man And The Sea

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea is the tale of an old fisherman who strug­gles to do what fishermen are meant to do — catch fish. His luck is against him, it seems, and when he finally hooks a fish that would have made the village proud, he loses it to ruthless sharks.

Despite the religious symbolism (among other things) that has been attrib­uted to the story, Hemingway’s novella is, at heart, a simple fable — a state­ment of facts you might say. While in real life facts may be hidden from view, in this fictional world, they stand out in plain view, naked and unfor­giving. It is the simplicity that makes the greatest impres­sion on the reader — when the author says, “The Sun rose in the East today -” one is forced to look for metaphors, like a Roscharch test of liter­a­ture. What did he mean by that? Is that all there is to it?

With lessons of endurance and a dab of innocence, The Old Man and the Sea is a refresh­ingly beautiful Sunday after­noon read.

Dictionary Attack

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

If you’re running an SSH server on a machine exposed to the Big Bad Internet, it is best to disable password authen­ti­ca­tion. Public-key authen­ti­ca­tion is a far safer option. Here’s a typical snippet of my server logs that explains why:

Nov 20 10:24:01 [sshd] Invalid user backup from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:03 [sshd] Invalid user info from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:04 [sshd] Invalid user shop from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:06 [sshd] Invalid user sales from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:07 [sshd] Invalid user web from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:09 [sshd] Invalid user www from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:11 [sshd] Invalid user wwwrun from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:12 [sshd] Invalid user adam from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:14 [sshd] Invalid user stephen from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:15 [sshd] Invalid user richard from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:17 [sshd] Invalid user george from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:19 [sshd] Invalid user michael from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:20 [sshd] Invalid user john from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:22 [sshd] Invalid user david from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:23 [sshd] Invalid user paul from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:27 [sshd] Invalid user angel from 203.239.105.2
Nov 20 10:24:30 [sshd] Invalid user pgsql from 203.239.105.2

Now, With Melody

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

A few days ago, I wrote a poem that I called ‘Tomorrow.’ Now, Vaibhav Garg (DAIICT’s cherished song-writer) has given it a tune of its own. Brilliant!

I Want To…

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

…hold the Earth in the palm of my hand and spin it around,
…leap from planet to planet, laughing in glee
…play hide-n-seek with the Sun and the Moon
…run along a beach that goes on forever
…sit in a boat that bobs up and down with huge rolling waves
…feel the world sway beneath me as I sit on a garden swing
…sit alone in a room and listen to absolute silence
…have the convic­tion that nothing matters and nothing ever did
…live in a single moment with no memory, just bliss.

Tomorrow

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

Night is falling and the light is gone
My bed is cozy, I can only yawn
I feel so sleepy but now ain’t the time
I want to stay here and finish this rhyme.

Sooner or later, these eyes will close
I will lay down my head and quietly doze
Sleep would be heaven, but now ain’t the time
I will sit here for now and finish this rhyme.

Dreams of distant places, things I’d never do
Tales from old times, folks I never knew
It’s all coming to me now, but this ain’t the time
I ain’t gonna dream, I must finish this rhyme.

Look at all those people, I must be back in school
That ol’ guy is yellin’ — now ain’t he a fool?
What am I saying? I must finish this rhyme
I swear by the Lord, this ain’t the time!

If time were a rainbow, I’d paint it all green
For that is the color of all things unseen
Tangents of music, and sorrows of blue
If it were any different, what would you do?

All is lost now, Sleep you have won
But this ain’t the end, for there is the Sun
Hold on a bit longer, and finish this rhyme
Night is come now, but we’ll fight ‘nother time.

Tuesday

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008

Tuesday is the longest day of the week. It has all the enthu­siasm — but none of the energy — of a Monday.