Adrift

‘tat tvam asi:’

- you are what you seek

He wasn’t outwardly plain. Though, it appears so from outside, his mental processes were far from simple. He had an insincere character. He was the awkward child. As a kid he was nasty and had a wicked demeanor. He wasn’t the hated one, but they all could do away with him.

Fuzz: More Random Thoughts

Marking the instrument on P&ID and making Inspection Test plans on the excel sheets. He sat there wondering if this is it.

“Concentrate” his boss had told him the other day “do not expect anything technical, this is what you have to do now”.

He got Goosebumps.  He looked around… A room filled with A4 sheets, Xerox copies, big files, markers, computers with open excel sheets and PDFs, a cup of tea every two hours and occasional trips to the water cooler.

No, this can’t be it. This should not be it. At least that was not the plan.

WHEN WE DECIDED TO BUILD OUR OWN AVATAR!!

It is not really Star-Trek teleportation, but being transplanted to another place as a robot is really cool. So did we found out. It all started with an article in IEEE Spectrum (09/10) by EricoGuizzo (When my avatar went to work) explaining the nuances of a telepresence robot, that really hooked us. In it, he explained how his creation QB, lets remote workers collaborate with others in ways that a wall mounted monitor in a conference room could never permit.

FuzZ!!!

SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS

I woke up with a start to the music of my ringing cellphone. I had this sudden urge to pick it up and throw it far, disrupting my sleep damned inanimate object!!! I got up and reached for it, but before I could pick it up, black words appeared in white background “1 Missed Call”, huh!! couldn't care less. I tossed the phone back onto my bed. I looked at the clock, 10.30 it read.

Ahh! Third time this week that I overslept and missed my morning classes. My attendance is falling short, but I didn't care. My classes were all boring and encouraged rote learning. They didn't encouraged me to think out of the box. As a child, I was told not to make noise, run around or play free. As an adolescent, I was told to follow the crowd. I was told, not to be different from the rest. Being different meant being crazy. I did not ask, even though I had doubts. I did not comment, eventhough I had strong points in a debate. And I was a normal child they said.