Category Archives: scribbles

Buku’s secret password to a Pi 4 with Ubuntu 20.04 written in a very secret place. Guess the username!

While fooling around with my phone Buku suddenly exclaimed – “Ahh! Buku! My name!” It’s one of my open source projects in his name. He was watching the demo asciicast.

I didn’t miss telling him that tens of thousands of people use it. So yes, he is popular! 😉

Women’s Day.

Thanks for everything, mother!

Though my memories fade by the day, I still remember the day from Std III/IV when you travelled by train and bus to my school to take me home a little earlier as there were no classes in the afternoon. I was so naive and busy playing with friends I shouted at you and you almost cried.

Decades later, though I never speak out, my heart bleeds if you forget to call me on my birthday. And each day I wish we could all return home, to you, and spend all our time together. Because everything I do today is just discipline and compulsion… it’s you who taught my heart to be wide and my mind to imagine and fly. I long to fly away one last time.

Education is not about being correct… one can memorise and do that; it’s about learning how to be correct.

Every time I return home life becomes simpler!

The greatest black magic there is to shut your mind from the entropy of people.

True freedom is a mind free of biases due to upbringing, environment and familiarity… the power to accept differences and variety… and the ability to apply it to differentiate the right from wrong.

Spending a lifetime with someone who doesn’t understand you; just because (s)he is from the other sex, is infinitely more abnormal than being with someone more compatible from the same sex.

The identity of a man is in his taste.

The last episode of Person of Interest is “return 0”. Isn’t that poetic?