<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Jim</title><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Jim</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>To federate or not to federate</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Here I am again, up past the witching hour, splitting hairs and picking nits on another mundane technical issue. This time the question that vexes me is whether to federate the identity of the users from our partner or to keep the ids all safely captive in my own repository. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">My federation architecture is flawless, even if I say so myself. I have tamed the identities and the groups and the custom attributes in the account side to line up neatly as claims that flow as token to my side of the fence. The Federation Server on my side loving collects these thingies, transforms them to ids, groups and attributes that aligns to my business processes and sends them with a kiss to my MOSS. My MOSS neatly handles these claims through the WebSSO provider and Voila! I have squeaky clean SPUsers and SPGroups. My access control works as do my custom web-parts. So why am I still up moaning? </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">One reason: Change Management. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">A change this big in the architecture means changes to application logic, easily done and change in operational processes, <I>Groan</I>! That's when the questions start staring at me like the Corsicans do in <I>Asterix in Corsica</I>. Are you sure your Partner uses UPN? What makes you think that their roles can map to ours? How did you think my app will handle this change in time to allow the roll-out to happen? Why do think up all this? Why? How? Now what? </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Why do I suddenly get the feeling that I am Asok in a Dilbert cartoon strip?</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">So here I am again instead of identifying the action items between now and then, poring my heart out to my blog and my fellow iLanders, while wondering what their real <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on">Islands</st1:place> are like? Are they as chaotic as mine or serene, are they predictable or unpredictable like mine.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Anyways, work is worship, so said Swamiji, so back to work it is for me. </P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 01:23:52 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/04/To-federate-or-not-to-federate-1.html</link></item><item><title>A walk in the clouds..</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT size=4>The winding road that leads you from Siliguri to Gangtok is the most picturesque one that I have ever come across. Grooves of tall eucalyptus greet you as soon as you leave the dusty plains of Bengal. A little further up the hills the ever beautiful <EM>Theesta</EM> river gurgles her exuberant welcome. She links her silken arm to yours promising to walk by your side as the you make your way up. All along the way she whispers playfully into your ears inviting you to stop a while and look into her emerald green eyes, or gaze at the majestic Himalayas that stand guard all around. Interesting nooks abound by the roadside, standing from where you can witness the mesmeric rhythm of undulating hills, each crest with its own shade of green, silently beckoning you to get off the beaten path and explore. At the Tibetan style gate to the state of Sikkim, <EM>Theesta</EM> bids you goodbye and rushes back down to guide other wayfarers like you. The majestic mountains now take over your charge and lead you through the pristine green forests and stay with with you until you enter the quaint Gangtok town, perched on the top of a mountain 6000 Ft over the sea level. <BR><BR>Gangtok is a fascinating place, a Sanghri-La where time itself stopped to take a breather. It is an interesting mix of classical Tibetan culture juxtaposed with modern Indian lifestyle. The scenery all around, from any point in the town that you might be, is truly breath-taking. The majestic Kanchanjunga looms over, as you slowly take a stroll through the main shopping district and gaggles of cute children can be seen running around most of the time. Small Momo shops dish out tasty Tibetan fare in street corners even as shops next to them sell everything from Sikkimese handicraft to the latest electronics and fashions merchandise. <BR><BR>The view from the terrace of the Missus's house is really wonderful. Green mountains, almost untouched by human habitation slowly unveil themselves through the mist every morning. Throughout the day colourful Buddhist flags flutter in the mountain winds, spreading afar the tidings of peace and the blessings of the Enlightened One. As the evening wafts in, amidst the chants of mantras, Buddhist hymns and the ubiquitous whine of televisions, the whole of Burtuk Busti clothes itself again in a blanket of mist, as if getting ready for facing the cold night ahead. <BR><BR>I have been to Gangtok thrice already and each of these times I have found new places to explore and new things to learn. Rumtek Monastary, Changu Lake (Tsamgo in Tibetan), the Orchid Gardens, the institute of Tibetology, View Point, Ganesh-Tok are some of the must-see and must-do things there. There are a number of places in and around Gangtok, from where you can actually see clouds floating much below where you stand. One of my recurrent dreams is that of flying, being in Gangtok is the closest that I have gotten to that. <BR><BR>However, what enchants to me the most, each and everytime, is the way of life in Gangtok. Make no mistake, Gangtok is a modern Indian capital town, with its own share of typical urban problems that assails the rest of the country. Still, in the face of all that life moves along a trifle unhurriedly and with a little more grace in Gangtok. Neighbours here really are neighbours and not faceless people with whom you share walls and the warmth in the morning greetings can still be discerned. <BR><BR>I feel the appeal of Gangtok, for me, is in its people who have refused to become automatons in face of the pressures of modern day living. And in summary that's the message that I bring back for myself every time I visit Gangtok: <STRONG>Dude</STRONG> <STRONG>Stay Human</STRONG>. <BR></FONT></P><P>(<EM>Repost: Couldn't think of anything new and was getting tired of the hammer and scikle thingy :</EM>)</P><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 02:55:33 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/28/A-walk-in-the-clouds.html</link></item><item><title>The Classification of Communists</title><description><![CDATA[<UL><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"></FONT><BR></UL><P><BR></P><A href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/dc/Hammer_and_sickle.png"><IMG style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/dc/Hammer_and_sickle.png" border=0></A><BR><P><BR><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4><U><STRONG>Introduction</STRONG><BR></U><BR>Of the many sub-human species that inhabit God's Earth, one of the more curious group is a bunch that calls themselves </FONT></FONT><A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communism"><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#de7008 size=4>Communists</FONT></A><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4>. This group lives in a state of contradictions and continuous confusion characterized by turns, about-turns, somersaults and somnambulism. Observations have thrown up the probability that they may have developed some primitive form of communication which is called sloganeering that complements their rather destructive and disruptive social tendencies that social scientists call strikes and bandhs.<BR><BR>Their existence on God's Earth has been termed a paradox, because their primitive philosophy has not yet evolved enough to understand the concept of God. So why they should exist on God's earth has long been a mystery. Experts however contend that this paradox is a key part of their desire of providing hilarity by being absurd. A vocal minority among experts think that only reason Communists exists is to be a Joke and provide mirth to the rest of mankind. <BR><BR>They have shown a remarkable affinity to the Red colour coupled with an aversion for the Saffron colour. It has been posited that the Red colour represents their moral bankruptcy, which is perpetually in Red. Saffron is the universal representation of The Divine, which as indicated earlier is a concept they haven't understood yet and hence fear.<BR><BR>Some people have also classified Communism as a genetic disorder as well as a potentially communicable disease which primarily affects people who haven't had a good education.<BR><BR><STRONG><U>Types and Classifications</U></STRONG><BR><BR>Communists have shown a decided tendency to mutate with or without pretext. Some of the commonly occurring garden variety of mutant communists:<BR><BR><STRONG>Marxists</STRONG>: These mutants are much influenced by the philosophy that is depicted in the films of </FONT><A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groucho_Marx"><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#de7008 size=4>Grouch Marx</FONT></A><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4>. Their main ambition is to be more absurd than all other versions of Communists put together. They are the biggest mutant group and their guiding principle is the following  <EM>Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others</EM>. Since no one knows what principles are being referred to on the first place, no one has bothered to ask for the others. Their destructive approach to life maybe understood better in light of this unanswered question that they ask of themselves every morning in absence of a God to pray to - <EM>Why should I care about posterity? What's posterity ever done for me?</EM><BR><BR><STRONG>Maoists</STRONG>: These mutants are worshipers of cats and take their name from the call of the cats, </FONT><A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meow" target=_self><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4>Meow</FONT></A><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4> or Miao. Since they are usually not very educated they spelt the Miao as Mao and the name stuck. Worship of cats has a long history starting with the Ancient Egyptians. However, the difference in the two form of worship is that while the Egyptians built temples for their feline gods, Maoists consider Cats to be poultry and were last heard of waiting for their graceful gods to lay eggs. <BR><BR><STRONG>Naxals</STRONG>: This is a particularly ill mannered mutant variety that lives in the wild. No one knows for sure where their name came from. Some theorists have put forth the theory that it stems from the fact that <STRONG>all</STRONG> of them are pains in <STRONG>neck</STRONG>, so they call themselves <STRONG>Naxals</STRONG>. This theory has however not been conclusively proven yet, as this bunch have been know to cause pain in other parts as well. They are perhaps the most primitive strain of Communists known to exists and are perhaps a result of a reverse mutation that has taken them further back.<BR><BR></FONT><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><FONT size=4><U><STRONG>Where to Find 'em?</STRONG><BR></U><BR>It is easy to locate communists, particularly in Indian subcontinent. In any politically charged discussion if you hear incoherence being spoken in a pseudo-intellectual fashion that is against development, efficiency and fish export, quietly stalk in the direction of the sound and presently you shall encounter one specimen of this rather unfortunate species. Of course, if you value your sanity you shall tip-toe away in the opposite direction. <BR><BR>Lately it has been noticed that communists share a queer relation with an unrelated branch of sub-humans called the Kingress or Congless. (who draw their inspiration from the legends of the </FONT></FONT><A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borg_%28Star_Trek%29"><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#de7008 size=4>Borg</FONT></A><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4>, and hope that one day they will all be mindless drones under the command of a </FONT><A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borg_%28Star_Trek%29#Borg_Queen"><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color=#de7008 size=4>Borg-Queen</FONT></A><FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=4>). Though both these two species hate each other and shall never miss an opportunity to snipe and snip at each other, their common fear of the Saffron sometimes makes them graze together. A similar behavior is also seen in Wildebeests and Zebras in Serengeti in African plains, particularly when Lions are around. However the wildlife in Africa such as Zebra, Giraffe and Wildebeests are at a much different stage of evolution, so the comparison may be termed unjust.<BR><BR><STRONG><U>What to do if you contract Communism or are born with this Malady</U></STRONG> <BR><BR>First the good news: Communism is fully curable. Second, the even better news: The side of the cure is that an ex-communist, with practice and patience may even evolve to become a Human.<BR><BR>The only path of redemption is for a repentant Communist to take refuge in Lord Hanuman and adopt the ways of the Saffron. Reciting Hanuman Chalisa everyday, dedicating oneself to the cause of serving Lord Rama as a Kar Sevak, and spreading the message of Ramayana to other unfortunate Communists has been proven as the most effective means to gain respite from effects of Communism.<BR><BR>So, if you are a communist who seeks freedom, all you have to do is go to the nearest Hanuman Temple and seek his blessings and grace. Rest shall follow automatically. <BR><BR><STRONG>Jai Bajrang Bali</STRONG>. </FONT></P><BR><P> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 20:02:47 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/27/The-Classification-of-Communists-1.html</link></item><item><title>English as a medium of Instruction in non-English speaking countries</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=2>People who forget their culture lose a significant part of their identity. In many cases regional cultures are tied closely to the language spoken in that region. Thus it is always imperative that young boys and girls are imparted knowledge of local language and culture as part of their curriculum in schools. Having said that I am of the opinion as far as medium of instruction is concerned English is the perfect vehicle of imparting that even in non-English speaking countries. The following points give a quick overview of why I feel that way:<BR><BR>First and most importantly in my mind, English language has today gained currency as the de-facto link language for the nations in the world. Few other languages have such reach as English language. The reason for this is not just historic, as many would have us believe, but English language speakers have really taken the effort to make it an extremely rich and versatile one. Thus whether one wants to pursue higher education in science or exercise ones literary instincts, English language, across the globe, can be as effective as any local language. <BR><BR>A second feature of English that stands it in good stead is the fact that it is not elitist language such as Latin or even Sanskrit. It has always opened its doors to laity, thereby gaining wide spread acceptance in many parts of the globe, save perhaps a few corners, where use of the local language is a jealously exercised practice. English to has the highest the potential of being the language of communication between people of different geographical locations and cultures. <BR><BR>Thirdly, one can't help but acknowledge the fact that speakers of English language have indeed furthered the cause of education in most parts of the world where at any point of time in history they have exercised any decision making powers. This first mover advantage has ensure that they not only created a first generation of English speakers, but generations of people educated in English. And each subsequent generation has contributed vastly to the body of knowledge that exists today in this language. Translations to other languages has been done, but I feel the original source today is still a much bigger ocean of knowledge than the regional seas and lakes that it has spawned.<BR><BR>Finally, the English language is not a restrictive one, with very strict rules. Each nation that speaks this language has modified it to suit local realities. This is my mind is the most striking feature that allows English to be accepted in many fields in non-english speaking countries including the field of education.<BR><BR>I would therefore whole-heartedly support and encourage English as the medium of instruction in education, albeit in conjunction with a deep understanding of local culture and languages.</FONT> ]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 02:33:34 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/19/English-as-a-medium-of-Instruction.html</link></item><item><title>Flex Vs Ajax</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Technology wars have a tendency of getting a little bit fanatical sometimes. I clearly remember the Unix vs Windows war, the OSI vs TCP war and many such wars that have unfolded before me and have even sucked me in as a foot soilder at times. To set the record straight, I was, am and will an Unix enthusiast until Windows becomes Open Source. (Yea, and cows might fly!) .Net in my view was never really at war with JEE from a paradigm point of view as much as it was a ploy for getting greater market share. And to tell the truth Visual Studio.net and custom controls were killer introductions. With .net 3 and 3.5 my residual resentment towards this framework has evaporated and I would recommend .net for any application besides contolling the auto pilot function of a plane that I am inside. </P><P>The war the I am watching with interest right now is the AJAX versus Flex. Let's face it the days of plain ol' JSP/ASP/ASPX are gone. Intelligence in the client is the need of the hour. Flex and AJAX have very different ways of filling this need. While Flex is a true blue RIA which appears in your browser as an dainty .swf file that packs quite a punch, Ajax is based on plain Java Script, XML and asynchornicity. Which would I choose? Well like they teach us so well in school the answer is: it depends! :) But depends on what? Well on a bunch of things: audience and client capabilities, bandwidth availability, server technology and most importantly on timelines and how fast can you get your team to ramp up.</P><P>Right now I am in middle of a decision making process on which these to use. Wonder of wonders, my MOSSy delivery platform is Sharepoint 2007. Hold your breath while I take out a coin and toss ;)</P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 01:23:13 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/19/Flex-Vs-Ajax.html</link></item><item><title>The Indian Heritage</title><description><![CDATA[The speech contained in the graphic reads thus:<br>LORD MACAULAY'S ADDRESS TO THE BRITISH PARLIAMENT, 2 FEBRUARY, 1835<br><span style="font-style: italic;">I have traveled across the length and breadth of India and I have not seen one person who is a beggar, who is a thief. Such wealth I have seen in this country, such high moral values, people of such calibre, that I do not think we would ever conquer this country, unless we break the very backbone of this nation, which is her spiritual and cultural heritage, and, therefore, I propose that we replace her old and ancient education system, her culture, for if the Indians think that all that is foreign and English is good and greater than their own, they will lose their self-esteem, their native culture and they will become what we want them, a truly dominated nation</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br>Source: <br><a href="http://www.silchartoday.com/images/india-1835.JPG" target="_self">http://www.silchartoday.com/images/india-1835.JPG</a><br><br>I am not really sure about the authenticity of this as I have also seen links that claim that this could be a hoax. However I truly feel that sometimes we Indians <span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">display amazing alacity in disowning our past and heritage in favour of foreign fads. By that I certainly dont mean frowning at Valentine's Day celebrations, which even at my age I think is quite fun or banning MTV, which I still watch. What actually saddens me however is when I see these become the sum and substance of our daily lives while the knowledge and culture that has been enriched by the contributions of millions of our fore-fathers being relegated into a stockpile of archiaic ideas.  </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"></span><br><br><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home2/872/db63f60961a9525f11a734805716af12/homep/images/1201761595">]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 12:02:19 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/31/The-Indian-Heritage.html</link></item><item><title>Separation stands witness to true Love</title><description><![CDATA[True love is not measured just by how happy you are when together, but how gracefully you bear separation and how true you remain through it.<BR><BR>Separation, <EM>Berahah, Judai</EM>, by whatever name you call it, has from early times been the stuff of soulful love ballads, <EM>geets</EM> and <EM>ghazals</EM>. Was it not <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley"><FONT color=#de7008>Shelley</FONT></A> who had so rightly said that "<EM>Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought</EM>"? Truly the pangs of separation are perhaps that hardest to bear and often hurt more than physical discomfort. <BR><BR><A href="http://www.stephen-knapp.com/radharani.htm"><FONT color=#de7008>Srimati Radharani's </FONT></A>love for Sri Krishna stands head and shoulders above that of His wives, as not only did she refuse to confine herself to the boundaries of social relationships but she bore the pain of separation from her beloved with tremendous fortitude and dignity. Srimati Radha's unique form of love is <EM>vraja-bhava-dasya rasa</EM>, which means that Radha's love for Krishna is in separation. And that is exactly why she is the foremost among Bhaktas. A true Vaishnav knows the Lord can be attained only through Srimati Radha's loving Grace, which she lovingly showers on all her children that ask for it. Indeed being Sri Krishna's Hladini-Shakti, she is non-different from the Lord himself. Of course, one doesn't presume to undermine the true devotion <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rukmini"><FONT color=#de7008>Rukmini</FONT></A>, Sri Krishna's wife at all. For wasn't it Rukmini who showed through her offering of Tusli during <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rukmini#Tulabharam_.28weighing_by_scale.29"><FONT color=#de7008>Tulabharam</FONT></A>, how a humble offering to God is greater than any material wealth. <BR><BR><A href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ea/RadheShyam07.jpg"><IMG style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ea/RadheShyam07.jpg" border=0></A><BR>Separation, typically in its wake, brings insecurity. This insecurity then forms the breeding ground of anger, depression, and resentment which eats away at the foundation of faith upon which love rests. Perhaps it is our failing that we always associate love with attachment. As a respected senior of mine remarked a few days back, we humans are products of both our nature and spirit. It is this <STRONG>nature</STRONG> that gives in to attachments, possessiveness and jealousy. But the <STRONG>spirit</STRONG> is ever free, ever detached and indeed capable of a much higher level of love.<BR><BR>We see this spiritual love personified in the lives of <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirabai"><FONT color=#de7008>Mirabai</FONT></A> and <A href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soordas"><FONT color=#de7008>Soordas</FONT></A>. Mirabai willed herself to devotion and love of Krishna without pre-conditions and at exclusion of all else in face of hostilities. <EM>Mere Toh Giridhari Gopal, Dusra Na Koi </EM>resonates through our hearts still and demonstrates just how exalted and divine true bhakti can be. Soordas was denied eye sight at birth, but through his longing for the Lord and true devotion he realized in his own heart the divine presence of Sri Krishna and beheld Him in all his Glory. <BR><BR><A href="http://hinduism.iskcon.com/img/tradition/women4.jpg"><IMG style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hinduism.iskcon.com/img/tradition/women4.jpg" border=0></A><BR>As individual souls in a transcendental journey across time, space and lifetimes toward our eventual and hopefully inevitable union with our Lord, it is this pain of separation that acts as the fair wind that blows our sails and propels us our destination-wards. This pain is good for it burns away the bonds of Maya and illumines our heart with pure love and Bhakti.<BR><BR>And we know all too well  it is only pure gold, which can really withstand the rage of the fire.<BR><BR>HARE RADHE KRISHNA ]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:21:01 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/19/Separation-stands-witness-to-true-Love.html</link></item><item><title>Vanderlust</title><description><![CDATA[<FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size=2>The memories of the early eighties in Itanagar still appear to me in a magical hue. Particularly the winter months. Itanagar was not as cold a place as was Shillong but invariably winter brought in its wake foggy mornings that turned our C-sector into a fairy land. The farm produce seemed extra crisp and tasty, and my brother and I got to wear the bright sweaters that my mom would knit for us. At schools our class teacher tended to be a trifle more indulgent and class missed on the really cold day could easily be explained away with a sniff of a stuffy nose.<BR><BR>However the time my brother and I looked forward the most to were the evenings after our father came home from work. He would gather the two of us near him. Cozy in our blankets and quilts we would listen to him with rapt attention as he told us exotic stories of past and present, of ancient heroes from around the world and of brave men and women of the modern world who had made the race proud. The master storyteller he was. I felt his eyes shown with the brightest twinkle when he told us the story of explorers across time. We knew of the Kon-Tiki expedition and of the Apollo Missions, of Daniken's theories and the early explorers to Africa, of Abhedanada's travels in Tibet and of the fabled King Solomon's mines long before it was fashionable to know anything beyond Enid Blyton and Hindi movies. Father instilled in us a sense of wonder and perhaps a bit of fascination for the unexplored and unknown. <BR><BR>Explorers never had precise roadmaps when the started off on their journeys nor did they have road-signs in blue that warned them off the path that would lead them to the village of cannibals and got them headed towards the hidden jungle paradise with fruit laden trees and nectar like water. All that kept them going was their love of adventure and all that kept them alive was wit and courage. And perhaps prayers of those that wished them well. In the well know story of King Solomon's mines the flicker in a flame helped the protagonists escape a mountain cave to which they were imprisoned. In real life, no less adventurous was Thor Heyerdahl stay in the uninhabited islet of Raroia or the crew's tryst with the White Shark. Every wonderful detail in these stories speak of adventure and human spirit thirsting to see, to learn. True, for every Tenzing and Hillary, there is a Mallory who never made it back in blazing glory and for ever Daniken there is always a Sagan to rubbish their life's work. But that is precisely what makes the exploration and adventure so romantic.<BR><BR>Today these story weave their appeal to me anew as I slowly but decidedly moved from the predicable and beaten path to a road that I haven't traveled on before. The only support I carry is Krishna's name in my heart and the wishes of my friends.<BR><BR>It is gonna be fun...<BR></FONT>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:29:56 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/12/Vanderlust.html</link></item><item><title>Godspeed Benazir</title><description><![CDATA[<P>In a world that grows dangerous by the day, the ability to stand for one's convictions and beliefs speaks highly of any politician. Benazir did that and payed a heavy price. Truly it is a sad day for the sub-continent. She had displayed tremendous courage in returning to her homeland when an clear danger to her life stared at her and her country was going through a period of upheveal. Her coming was taken by many as perhaps a sign of possible return of democracy and the welcome she got was remarkable. As an Indian, as a neighbour I feel sad today for people of Pakistan at their loss. </P><P>The next few days shall show how the omnipresent army deals with this development. Perhaps this shall be a pretext to postpone elections and for Mush to hang on to power. What effect it would have for India only time will tell, but the sub-continent is certainly poorer today at the silencing of a voice of democracy. Of all the leaders of Pakistan, I would believe it is Benazir's memory that is going to stay on the minds of her people the longest. One hopes that this memory inspires them to strive to get their country back into the international mainstream instead of spiraling into mindless violence. That would be playing right into the hands of the fundamentalists, a mistake that Pakistan can ill-afford. </P><P>Rest in Peace Ms Bhutto and Godspeed. </P>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 01:15:13 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/28/Godspeed-Benazir.html</link></item><item><title>A New Hope</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">The Star Wars series began with the 4th episode - A New Hope that showed the rebels consolidate their position against the Empire. Fast paced and packed with action, the episode ends with the threat of Death Star having been destroyed by Luke who is just beginning to understand the ways of "the Force" and the rebels rejoicing at having won an important battle. The movie successfully delivers a message of hope, of new beginnings and better things to come.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><BR> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">The results of the Gujarat elections have been nothing short of a similar message of new hope for people of <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. In the face of the pseudo intellectuals and pseudo secularists, in face of trampled emotions and forced reservations, the decisive win of Modi comes as a sign of rebirth of hope. A hope that springs from the fact that however much is an able man vilified, as long as he forges ahead in the path of development, is progressive and delivers upon the aspirations; the people of the country shall reward him with their confidence. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><BR> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">As the results started pouring in yesterday, many from the loosing side were at pains to propound that this was but an isolated happening in a polarized state. Perhaps this is a planned strategy of trying to downplay a truth which they know is unfolding. Across the length and breath of <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> people are awaking up again. Lack of any agenda in part of the crowd that rules the nation, besides hanging on to power at cost of the nations security, prosperity and pride, has indeed come back to bite them and how. No amount of fawning sycophancy or dividing the nation through selective appeasement is going to turn this tide back. <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>'s time has returned again after a brief eclipse.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><BR> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> lost a historic opportunity in not being able to return Vajapee to power four years back. A loss that future generations shall rue and hold us responsible for. But perhaps in Modi the nation has found again a real mass leader who is able to shake off past stigma and take his state and people on the road towards progress with decisiveness and vision.<BR></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Perhaps that is the best Christmas Gift the nation could have hoped for today. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"></SPAN> </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Here's to wishing everyone a happy new year.</P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 01:32:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://bubulg.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/25/A-New.html</link></item></channel></rss>