Interesting experiences

On the Indigo 1026 from Singapore to Chennai, I saw a passenger two seats in front of me watch videos in an interesting way. She had wrapped her phone in a plastic cover, wedged it behind the tray table so that it would appear at a comfortable viewing position, and watched an Asian movie (presumably with bluetooth headphones). At first, I wondered if she travels with a plastic wrapper for this purpose. Then I realized it was from the Indigo safety instructions kit. ...

My sandals landed me in trouble twice in December. And that’s not uncommon. Mr Krishnan and I were meeting. He suggested: Good morning. Sunday 07/12/25 breakfast at 09:00 am at the Bangalore Club Residency Road (not far from Koramangala)? … but knowing me, he also added: These clubs are peculiar and may insist on no round necked t-shirt or no open sandals. If you have ideological issues with that, no problem and I will suggest another venue. ...

Here’s the report card for my 2025 goals bingo. Domain Repeat Stretch New People 🟢 Better husband 🔴 Meet all first cousins 🟢 Interview 10 experts 🔴 Live with a stranger Education 🟢 50 books 🟢 Teach 5,000 students 🟢 Run a course only with AI Technology 🟢 20 data stories 🔴 LLM Foundry: 5K MaU 🟢 300 days of GitHub 🔴 Build a robot 🟢 Co-present with an AI Health 🟢 300 days of yoga 🔴 80 heart points/day 🔴 Bike 1,000 km 🟢 Vipassana Wealth 🔴 Buy low 🔴 Beat inflation 5% 🟢 Donate $10K 🔴 Fund a startup The “Education” and “Technology” rows have a BINGO! Repeat goals were easier than new goals were easier than strech goals (no surprise). 11/20 wins means I’m picking realistic and ambitious goals. ...

For those curious about my Vipassana meditation experience, here’s the summary. I attended a 10-day Vipassana meditation center. Each day had 12 hours of meditation, 7 hours sleep, 3 hours rest, and 2 hours to eat. You live like a monk. It’s a hostel life. The food is basic. You wash utensils and your room. There are rules. No phone, laptop, no communication. You can’t speak to anyone. As an introvert, I enjoyed this! You can’t kill. Sparing cockroaches and mosquitos were hard. You can’t mix meditations. But I continued daily Yoga. You can’t steal. But I did smuggle a peanut chikki out. No intoxicants or sexual misconducts. ...

In 2012, I started Gramener with half a dozen friends. This week, we were acquired by Straive, a part of Barings Private Equity Asia. How do you feel? I feel like the father of the bride. Gramener was registered on 26 Feb. A day before my daughter’s birthday. I’ve spent more time with Gramener than my daughter. That makes Gramener my elder child. Who’s moving into a new household. Along with me. (I feel like சகலகலா சம்மந்தி.) ...

Before moving to Singapore, we listed our furniture and white goods for sale on OLX. Caller 1: Vinod buys a bed On 18th April, I got a call from +91 70868 17420. He said he was Vinod, and owned a furniture shop in Ahmedabad. He wanted to buy our bed for Rs 6,000. It was not too bad an offer, so we agreed. Vinod: “I will pay by phone, sir. Give me your WhatsApp number.” ...

My family and I relocated to Singapore today. Most of my major life decisions have involved the distance from Chennai. In 1992, I wanted to study physics at IIT Kanpur or Kharagpur. My father erased the choices from my admission form and calmly said, “Tick anything in Chennai.” I ticked everything except Chemical Engineering. Prof Kalyanakrishnan saw my rank, said “You’ll get Chemical Engineering”, and ticked it for me. No one heard me say, “But I don’t like Chemical Engineering.” ...

I wasn’t entirely sure, but now I’m somewhat convinced: Magnetix magnets can form an infinite chain that won’t break due by its own weight. (This is not true, however, if you introduce the steel bearing balls between them. That structure collapses pretty quickly if you pull it up like a chain.) So, this would be a really nice question for What If, IMHO. What if you made a 1 light-year chain of Magnetix? Well, to begin with, we’d need nearly 40 million trillion pieces. That’d cost at least 10 million trillion dollars based on the current prices at Amazon, and would be about 140,000 times the world’s GDP. I’m sure Randall could take this a lot further. ...

I’m writing this post on a one-way flight from London back to India. I’ve moved on from Infosys Consulting, and am starting up on my own. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. There’s always more freedom in your own company than someone else’s. There’s often more money in it too, if you’re lucky enough. But my upbringing is a bit too conservative to make that bold step. However, given that my father runs his own firm, I figured it was just a question of time for me to do the same. ...

A month ago, I was at the theatre watching Ra.One. The movie was terrible, yet enjoyable. But I’m going to talk about something else – a song I heard that caught my imagination. The song is Phir Se Ud Chala from Rockstar. Around 14 seconds into the video, you’ll hear a guitar start off at the background. That’s what caught my ear first – because I’d heard it before. Listen to this piece below: ...

In October 1997, Ram, my manager at IBM, strolled over to my desk and asked if I would like to visit the US. I’d never been there before. The impulse was to say “Yes”. But… I’d written the CAT exam once before. Didn’t get through. Applied once again. But thanks to my diligence, I’d given the wrong residence address, and never got my admission card, and didn’t bother following it up. This would be my third “attempt”. And I didn’t want to goof it up again. (I didn’t get through that one either, as it turned out.) ...

In November 2000, I visited Paris one weekend. Two classmates, Anand Binani and Ram Venkat were studying there, and we roamed around the city. At around 6:00pm, we went over to Montmartre. It’s up a hill, and there’s a cable car that takes you up there. We went all the way up, and got out when a lady behind us asked: “Is that yours? We’d left something behind. Went back to retrieve it. The car was almost leaving for it’s return journey. We just got out in time… ...

I am a vegetarian. More out of habit than religion. (I’m not very religious.) What that means, in practice, is that I don’t eat non-vegetarian food knowingly. But it has happened unknowningly. Many times. Until I was 22, I had not been out of India on my own, and things were fine. In 1998, I went to Charlotte, NC, for training. (On a KLM flight that placed me illegally in Germany, but that’s another story.) I was pretty groggy after an 8-hour night flight. So when I was woken up by the sound of breakfast, I bit into the big yellow thing on the tray in front. Sleepy as I was, I did feel a little suspicious. Didn’t quite taste sweet, like I was expecting it to. I saved it for the last, when Ram, my manager, walked past. ...

UTSUNOMIYA, Japan, Dec 1998. I was on a project with Honda R&D at Utsunomiya, Japan. And I’m vegetarian. The next day, Yoshioka-san – our counterpart at Honda – took us to the canteen and introduced me to the chef. Knowing that “vegetarian” in Japan includes eating fish and birds, I took the chef aside. “I’m vegetarian,” I emphasised. “Hai. Vegetarian.” “I don’t eat fish.” “Ah, so. No fish.” “I don’t eat chicken. No birds.” ...

Earthquake. We were in class this morning. We started off with 2 minutes of silence for the earthquake victims. At about 8:15AM, we felt a slight shake. We quickly ran out of the room and down the stairs. By this time, the tremors got fairly strong but they lasted only 7-8 seconds. At around lunch time, the estate officer said we were expecting more tremors at noon, so we lined up at the open air theatre, but nothing happened. ...