Crash-d-ay 2: Crash or a curse

I wanted to name this post as Crash-d-ay 2: Crashdays, mainly because sequels to many animal movies will have more creatures and will be named in Plural. Few examples are Alien, Anaconda, Garfield (the sequel had two Garfield cats though nothing acted like Garfield), 101 Dalmatians and more. But when things went chaotic, I had to consider it as a curse and that’s why I chose the current title.

Now hear the news. As if my post triggered the curse, I am facing so many crashes and a day with all the servers running fine has become a dream. Let’s face it. Just two weeks after a Production server crash that led to 48 hours outage, if we face crashes in two other production servers, there must be some suspicious activity going around.

1. It was last Wednesday night that one of our severity-2 production servers crashed bringing down some twenty loads. The recovery had to be done very quickly and was completed with just 1 minute to spare before the jobs would get timed out.

2. It was Thursday afternoon few minutes before I can leave for lunch, the application server crashed terminating all the severity 1 jobs that ran for about 4 hrs and would have completed in the next hour.

3. Same day, I called my roommate and he said "Oh my God!" instead of saying "Hi!” At first, I thought he mistook me for God. But then I found that his system crashed the same moment, he picked my call. Do you think its coincidence? I very much hope so.

4. Sunday Morning, I was woken up by the offshore team with the news of another server crash. With my thoughts left on the server all the day, we lost both the cricket matches and I was bowled out for a duck in the first match. I couldn’t concentrate on the game was all I said to the press after the match.

5. Tuesday night 2:40 AM. Offshore woke me up about the failure of the same server again. This time, it was worse with the server offline for the whole night. I was left as they would definitely wake me up anytime to start the applications. At last, with off shore’s help, I took short naps and the server was back online at 9 AM. The day was pretty bad as the server was still not stable and we had to monitor it closely.

6. Wednesday night 12:11 AM, offshore called. I know the reason before they could say anything. The server crashed again. With the on-call UNIX person fixing the problem in less than an hour, I was so happy, I could sleep well. But then the offshore connectivity was interrupted and I had to work till 4 AM. With all loads recovered and offshore trying to help as much as they can, I took a short nap.

7. Thursday morning 7AM. I was woken up with the usual greeting. "Server crashed again". The server is still not back to normal and we had to do most of the tasks manually. So there I am awake waiting to hear another crash.

Sorry for making this post more like a system log. Looking at all the server logs I am still not back in mood to write a funny post. Now if any of you are experts in Vaasthu, advise me on the direction at which we should keep the server to prevent it from further crashes. Or even a ritual is acceptable. No dark magic or a voodoo though.

Oops! I did it again.

I am the creator of my own demise. I always bring troubles to myself with my slippery tongue and illogical brain. Starting from the letter I wrote to HOD about the college intranet to the frank (insensitive as told by my friends) opinion on religions, all the problems are created only by me. And this time, my credibility was put under test as I claimed the blame for rolling off Satman from our project. And trust me, I had no hands in that incident. Satman works(just for words) as a contractor in our team and had been with us for more than 10 months. So when time came for him to be released from the project, our PM talked to him and gave him "The Date". Though one might be happy to leave this project after 10 months of scratching the same desk, he have to plan for his India trip right away and it is worrying that Thanksgiving day is still a month away, so getting all gadgets and flying to India is not an cheap option here.

While we were brainstorming on these test cases(yeah yeah.. its called chatting), Pradeesh came up in AIM and was asking about "The Date" to Satman. With devil's mind at work, Satman replied that I betrayed about Satish to our PM and that gave him the boot. It was fun after that as he kept on complaining about me and my evil plans to replace Satish. By this time, Pradeesh was in big shock and couldn't believe that I would be such a sinister. I just prayed that he should not say that he expected it very much from me. So after convincing him that I indeed betrayed Satman, thanks to my few chat messages on how I planned all the way to be the spy for my PM.

After having fun for a while, we invited Pradeesh for a chat and laughed for we made him a fool. He too laughed away and left a note saying that others from the team were listening to that chat session and all concluded not to trust me! The problem with rumors is that you might cut the trunk, but the branches will still keep growing and spreads everywhere. Now that I have made Pradeesh that it was just a joke, but how am I going to stop this fast spreading hoax???

This is what we call

"என் தலையில நானே மண்ண வாரி போட்டுகிட்டேன்"

Crash-d-ay

Today happened to be an eventful day for me in both office and home. It was a great alternative to the usual boredom I am facing in office for the past few weeks. Everything runs fine in our project and my work got limited to sending schedule changes and status reports. So when a server crash occurs, it gives more joy than worries about resolving it. One can not forget the server crash that happened during the labor day long weekend last month. Though everyone's holiday plans inlcluding my colleauge's trip to a beach with his family turned out to be a disaster,( He was working from the Starbucks nearer to the beach), it was a delight to me as I did not have any plans for the weekend. Its not that I anticipated the incident to happen. It is that I never plan for things to happen. Because things never happen when I plan. So with no plans for the weekend, I was just thinking how to pass the three days. And there came the Production server to my rescue. The system which did not have any problems for the last 82 days, went down the Abyss and was determined not to come back to the surface for three days. The unix and oracle admins were left to blame one another for the issue while I was left to watch the fight shouting high and enjoying the show. Even with the IBM and Oracle Titans(Direct support) pulled into the picture, no one was able to provide a solution. With no other choice, it was decided on the third day to Kill the server, wipe out its memory and then provide soul to a new one. At the end, destroying and creating a new life happened to be simple than saving an existing life.

And what did I do all the days?

• Listen to the conference calls that ran all day long.
• Keep my phone charged all the time.
• Escape from cooking and cleaning for the whole day owing to the tiring calls(thats what my roomies thought)
• Started and tested the application server once the system was brought back to life.

Last but not the least, got an appreciation letter in hard copy from the client for sacrificing the three holidays and being the savior of the project.

PS: Does anyone know how to use the 25USD American Express gift card attached to the appreciation letter? And dont worry about the 25USD AMC entertainment card. "3:10 to Yuma" was a good movie to watch and "The Kingdom" may be a good choice for the show next week.
PPS: Oops! I forgot to tell about the Crashes of the day. May be it will come as the sequel to this post.

Twice folded letter - Memories 1 to 6

The twice folded letter in my hand
still stretched out in the position
I had received it from her;
my voice stopped all of a sudden;
Every part of me that is left conscious

sending signals to the brain asking

whether it is a dream; my eyes see

only her walking away from me;
left the brain cells creating visions of
the last 12 months that had every day
with something to say about her.

[+/-]At first sight

The day I started my career. But that is not important now. It was the day, she entered my life. And its also the same day, he crossed my life. I was in the company provided Guest house waiting for the bus to take me to the first step of my career life. I was tensed for the big day ahead. Being the only person from our college to join the company, I was left alone searching for any face that might say hello. The bus honked and I walked to the bus when he crossed me and ran ahead as if catching a running bus. I slipped and almost fell on the road. While hoping no one noticed me, I got into the bus found him sitting on the first seat. And next to him was the only seat left. I took it and we sat silently for a while. I watched around and could realize most of them are new like me. And most importantly, more than half were girls. I wondered if girls are dominating even in this bus, we really should join the equality rights here. When the bus stopped, few more persons got into the bus and everyone were girls. With no place to sit, they have to stand except for the one who got in last. He stood all of a sudden, almost pushing me from my seat and showed her the seat. Now, I have to give my place for others, else it will look look as if I don’t have any manners. As if I am not the only guy to have the thought, few more guys stood giving up the seats for girls. But every guy who stood were staring angrily at him who was shaking his head too much when she thanked him. My anger on him went away the instant I saw her face. Not a bad decision. I smiled at him who was still blushing for her thanks.

[+/-]The clock and the colors

I was trying hard to stay awake in the boring training session and all I have written in my notebook is the title. He rushed to the training hall and hit my back. He dragged the chair and asked "Where is she?". He was late as usual and all he was worried was about her. "Can't you at least say Hello before you can ask about her?" I felt annoyed. "Ok dude. Hello for today and for every day I am here. Now where is she?". He never gets distracted. "10 'o' clock. In white next to Indigo." I replied and looked back at the trainer. He looked towards his right at 2 'o' clock and asked "What color is Indigo?". Not feeling surprised, I just turned his head towards 10 'o' clock and pointed at her. His head did not turned back for the next whole hour. Then he hit my legs hard enough to make me limp for a day and said "She looked at me!". "Freak!" I said and found her looking at everyone in the class bored. Then she saw me seeing her and smiled back at me. We are introduced well to each other as she takes the last seat left in the bus next to me everyday. And please remember that it is his idea of not coming in the bus so that she can find a seat to sit. I rejected his request asking me not to come in the bus so that he can sit next to her.

[+/-]Reflections of a smoking mind

Our company had a peculiar way of assigning the employee number to the trainees that the order did not appear to be in alphabetical, age or college wise. And it happened in a way that she was seated next to me, while he is behind us turned back. Therefore, even if he turns, he will see only the back of us. The troubles he went in switching places were futile as the employee numbers were already stuck in the respective desks. "Hey! I got an idea" he said and moved his system to the right of his desk so that he will be diagonal to her. Then he placed a CD supported by his cigarette lighter at my desk facing her seat and another CD at his desk facing the CD at my desk. So by the reflections theory, he was able to get a blurred ghost image of her seat. He smiled at me as if waiting for me to award a noble prize for that. "I will give you a better idea. Why don’t you sit next to me and appear as if you have doubts all the time.", I asked. But he was quick in his reply to that. "Dude! She would think that I am dumb". "What about me? I already think you are dumb." She returned back to her desk and we turned to each other's desk as if nothing has happened. Her eyes rested on the CD at my desk. To avoid any questions, I took the CD and kept it inside my book. Looking at the cigarette lighter that was holding the CD, she asked "You smoke?". "Why? Does it bother you?" I asked back. "Yeah! I hate men with smoking habit." she said with a displeasing expression. "So do you prefer women smoking?" We laughed and she thought and replied "May be, you are right. Women do look cool when they smoke." His face turned white who was overhearing our chat from behind. There was no use telling him that she was just joking. When I told him that I can never ask what brand she believes to be cool, he started investigating which brand most girls prefer. I would try to leave him whenever he asks the salesmen about "girls-favorite-cigarettes". Anyway, if there is one thing that came good because of her, it was that he stopped smoking from that day. As a non-smoker, I welcomed it very much. My house can at last be a smoke-free zone.

[+/-]You got mail

Our training days are over at last and we were waiting for the posting letter. Everyone had their fingers crossed praying to be put in their home place or anywhere nearer to it while he was there praying in every religion to be placed in the same place as her. I turned around and she was also in prayer watching the mailbox closely. "You got mail" was all everyone was looking for. And then it happened. A cry came from the far end followed by screams at the other end. People were jumping high and congratulating each other. Outlook beeped in my system and I was also jumping high. There were many who looked dejected and few were crying too. And sadly she happened to be one among them. Obviously, the posting was not as she expected. I turned to him and he was still waiting for his mail. It popped out and I found it to be the same as mine, which means it is not the same as hers. She surely would have felt happy if it is the same location as ours. He was looking at her and he felt sad and pinched me. "What is her posting?". I really did not like to answer. So I told him to ask her directly. When we both looked at her, she was looking at us with her sorrowful eyes. She told something to her friend and her friend looked back at us and nodded. Not knowing what they were talking about, I stood there with blank eyes. She came towards us and stood near me. I could feel her cries within her and before she could say anything, he spoke. "So where are you posted?" It was a big surprise to me for it was the very first time, he has ever said more than Hello to her. She looked at him feeling worried. He added, "I am posted in this DC itself. Where are you posted?" His words had a hopeless expectation as if the question was asked even though he knew what the answer would be. She said "Can you swap with me?" softly. Tears were on the verge of leaving her eyes. Even my heart stopped a beat that I would swap places sacrificing myself by becoming a savior for both of them. But I know it is much harder for him. He can not disagree to her for it would be against the nature of his affection to her, but if he agrees, he would have to leave her away to a far away place.

Home Sweet Home

"I told you already about that apartment. It is too costly and it will be difficult for us to get bus from there." I was stubborn. We have developed good friendship in the training days and have talked a lot on anything that might relate to her. So when it became clear that the company will provide accommodation only for the training days, I became the obvious choice to him for a roommate. But moving to that apartment in question is unnecessary and I would be wasting most part of my salary as rent. An apartment with swimming pool and lift access to a three storey flat guarded by a security guard is not important to me. But his point is a clear one. When we both were dumb struck at her request asking if he can swap the transfer with her, as if time was on our side, another guy intervened and asked her if she is looking for a swap to our DC. She thanked that guy hundreds of times and even gave a treat in the canteen. When he heard about this, he took it hard saying that he should have agreed to her; because getting a treat from her is worth staying away hundreds of days away from her in hell. To hell with him I thought. And then when the question of finding accommodation came into picture, I recommended that apartment to her as it is a very safe place and many other girls from our company are staying over there. She is sure of fixing that apartment. With no point in talking with him, I threw the paper at him with ads circled on it which I felt suitable for us. He looked into it for a while and said, "May be we should try the one in the K.T street". It is definitely not near her place. Actually, everything I circled in the paper is far from her. Why is he interested in that place? I raised my ear brows. He looked at me casually, stretched his hands and said "We may not live in the same street, but we will live in the same house number 7."I could do nothing but hit my head on the wall.

Nice talking to you

Days passed with all of us busy in the projects. As luck was against him, he was assigned to a different project than hers while as the same stroke of luck kicking me hard; I was assigned in her project. This was not good at all. Because apart from helping with her work, I had to explain him about her work in detail and he would raise questions which even the project manager can not answer. The reason is that he is making sure that she is getting work to the level she can handle. If there is anything that he feels difficult for her, he would automatically allocate it to me. I can not disagree with him as the chance of having a good dinner from his cooking is at hand. As she sits adjacent to me we had a lot of hello & smiles and casual talks too. Also, I can listen to all her conversations including her prayers to God whenever she compiles her code. It is always fun to listen her scolding God if the code did not compile successfully. The moment I told him about this cute behavior, he started talking with God every day. "If she can scold God, He must be close to her. So I better familiarize with him” was his response. The phone at her desk started to ring. She picked up and said hello. As part of my spying job, I have to listen to her conversations for hostile entities (boy friends). “Yeah!... Oh! How are you?... I am fine. Thanks…. No no… I am at my desk only.” She sounded casual but with a touch of talking to a stranger. “He is at his desk only. Do you want to talk with him? Sure. Nice talking to you anyway… hey!”. She held the phone towards me. Now who in the world will call her to reach me? I took the receiver and there he was. “Dude! Did you hear that? She said it was nice talking to me.” “Yeah! So?” I was really annoyed. There was a pause and some strange words echoed in my ears which I later realized to be swear words he have reserved for extreme cases only. I disconnected the call and stared back at my screen. “Is that your friend who used to sit behind us in the training lab?” she asked without turning away from her screen. “Yeah! Why?” I acted casual. “Nothing. The voice sounded familiar. That’s all” she sounded casual and got back to compile her code and started praying again. I am surely going to get a big treat if I tell him that she remembered his voice.

More memories to be recalled.....

Twice folded letter - Memories 1 to 4

The twice folded letter in my hand
still stretched out in the position
I had received it from her;
my voice stopped all of a sudden;
Every part of me that is left conscious

sending signals to the brain asking

whether it is a dream; my eyes see

only her walking away from me;
left the brain cells creating visions of
the last 12 months that had every day
with something to say about her.

[+/-]At first sight

The day I started my career. But that is not important now. It was the day, she entered my life. And its also the same day, he crossed my life. I was in the company provided Guest house waiting for the bus to take me to the first step of my career life. I was tensed for the big day ahead. Being the only person from our college to join the company, I was left alone searching for any face that might say hello. The bus honked and I walked to the bus when he crossed me and ran ahead as if catching a running bus. I slipped and almost fell on the road. While hoping no one noticed me, I got into the bus found him sitting on the first seat. And next to him was the only seat left. I took it and we sat silently for a while. I watched around and could realize most of them are new like me. And most importantly, more than half were girls. I wondered if girls are dominating even in this bus, we really should join the equality rights here. When the bus stopped, few more persons got into the bus and everyone were girls. With no place to sit, they have to stand except for the one who got in last. He stood all of a sudden, almost pushing me from my seat and showed her the seat. Now, I have to give my place for others, else it will look look as if I don’t have any manners. As if I am not the only guy to have the thought, few more guys stood giving up the seats for girls. But every guy who stood were staring angrily at him who was shaking his head too much when she thanked him. My anger on him went away the instant I saw her face. Not a bad decision. I smiled at him who was still blushing for her thanks.

[+/-]The clock and the colors

I was trying hard to stay awake in the boring training session and all I have written in my notebook is the title. He rushed to the training hall and hit my back. He dragged the chair and asked "Where is she?". He was late as usual and all he was worried was about her. "Can't you at least say Hello before you can ask about her?" I felt annoyed. "Ok dude. Hello for today and for every day I am here. Now where is she?". He never gets distracted. "10 'o' clock. In white next to Indigo." I replied and looked back at the trainer. He looked towards his right at 2 'o' clock and asked "What color is Indigo?". Not feeling surprised, I just turned his head towards 10 'o' clock and pointed at her. His head did not turned back for the next whole hour. Then he hit my legs hard enough to make me limp for a day and said "She looked at me!". "Freak!" I said and found her looking at everyone in the class bored. Then she saw me seeing her and smiled back at me. We are introduced well to each other as she takes the last seat left in the bus next to me everyday. And please remember that it is his idea of not coming in the bus so that she can find a seat to sit. I rejected his request asking me not to come in the bus so that he can sit next to her.

Reflections of a smoking mind

Our company had a peculiar way of assigning the employee number to the trainees that the order did not appear to be in alphabetical, age or college wise. And it happened in a way that she was seated next to me, while he is behind us turned back. Therefore, even if he turns, he will see only the back of us. The troubles he went in switching places were futile as the employee numbers were already stuck in the respective desks. "Hey! I got an idea" he said and moved his system to the right of his desk so that he will be diagonal to her. Then he placed a CD supported by his cigarette lighter at my desk facing her seat and another CD at his desk facing the CD at my desk. So by the reflections theory, he was able to get a blurred ghost image of her seat. He smiled at me as if waiting for me to award a noble prize for that. "I will give you a better idea. Why don’t you sit next to me and appear as if you have doubts all the time.", I asked. But he was quick in his reply to that. "Dude! She would think that I am dumb". "What about me? I already think you are dumb." She returned back to her desk and we turned to each other's desk as if nothing has happened. Her eyes rested on the CD at my desk. To avoid any questions, I took the CD and kept it inside my book. Looking at the cigarette lighter that was holding the CD, she asked "You smoke?". "Why? Does it bother you?" I asked back. "Yeah! I hate men with smoking habit." she said with a displeasing expression. "So do you prefer women smoking?" We laughed and she thought and replied "May be, you are right. Women do look cool when they smoke." His face turned white who was overhearing our chat from behind. There was no use telling him that she was just joking. When I told him that I can never ask what brand she believes to be cool, he started investigating which brand most girls prefer. I would try to leave him whenever he asks the salesmen about "girls-favorite-cigarettes". Anyway, if there is one thing that came good because of her, it was that he stopped smoking from that day. As a non-smoker, I welcomed it very much. My house can at last be a smoke-free zone.

You got mail

Our training days are over at last and we were waiting for the posting letter. Everyone had their fingers crossed praying to be put in their home place or anywhere nearer to it while he was there praying in every religion to be placed in the same place as her. I turned around and she was also in prayer watching the mailbox closely. "You got mail" was all everyone was looking for. And then it happened. A cry came from the far end followed by screams at the other end. People were jumping high and congratulating each other. Outlook beeped in my system and I was also jumping high. There were many who looked dejected and few were crying too. And sadly she happened to be one among them. Obviously, the posting was not as she expected. I turned to him and he was still waiting for his mail. It popped out and I found it to be the same as mine, which means it is not the same as hers. She surely would have felt happy if it is the same location as ours. He was looking at her and he felt sad and pinched me. "What is her posting?". I really did not like to answer. So I told him to ask her directly. When we both looked at her, she was looking at us with her sorrowful eyes. She told something to her friend and her friend looked back at us and nodded. Not knowing what they were talking about, I stood there with blank eyes. She came towards us and stood near me. I could feel her cries within her and before she could say anything, he spoke. "So where are you posted?" It was a big surprise to me for it was the very first time, he has ever said more than Hello to her. She looked at him feeling worried. He added, "I am posted in this DC itself. Where are you posted?" His words had a hopeless expectation as if the question was asked even though he knew what the answer would be. She said "Can you swap with me?" softly. Tears were on the verge of leaving her eyes. Even my heart stopped a beat that I would swap places sacrificing myself by becoming a savior for both of them. But I know it is much harder for him. He can not disagree to her for it would be against the nature of his affection to her, but if he agrees, he would have to leave her away to a far away place.

More memories to be recalled.....

Twice folded letter - Memories I & 2

The twice folded letter in my hand
still stretched out in the position
I had received it from her;
my voice stopped all of a sudden;
Every part of me that is left conscious

sending signals to the brain asking

whether it is a dream; my eyes see

only her walking away from me;
left the brain cells creating visions of
the last 12 months that had every day
with something to say about her.

July 12th - At first sight
The day I started my career. But that is not important now. It was the day, she entered my life. And its also the same day, he crossed my life. I was in the company provided Guest house waiting for the bus to take me to the first step of my career life. I was tensed for the big day ahead. Being the only person from our college to join the company, I was left alone searching for any face that might say hello. The bus honked and I walked to the bus when he crossed me and ran ahead as if catching a running bus. I slipped and almost fell on the road. While hoping no one noticed me, I got into the bus found him sitting on the first seat. And next to him was the only seat left. I took it and we sat silently for a while. I watched around and could realize most of them are new like me. And most importantly, more than half were girls. I wondered if girls are dominating even in this bus, we really should join the equality rights here. When the bus stopped, few more persons got into the bus and everyone were girls. With no place to sit, they have to stand except for the one who got in last. He stood all of a sudden, almost pushing me from my seat and showed her the seat. Now, I have to give my place for others, else it will look look as if I don’t have any manners. As if I am not the only guy to have the thought, few more guys stood giving up the seats for girls. But every guy who stood were staring angrily at him who was shaking his head too much when she thanked him. My anger on him went away the instant I saw her face. Not a bad decision. I smiled at him who was still blushing for her thanks.

July 22nd - The clock and the colors
I was trying hard to stay awake in the boring training session and all I have written in my notebook is the title. He rushed to the training hall and hit my back. He dragged the chair and asked "Where is she?". He was late as usual and all he was worried was about her. "Can't you at least say Hello before you can ask about her?" I felt annoyed. "Ok dude. Hello for today and for every day I am here. Now where is she?". He never gets distracted. "10 'o' clock. In white next to Indigo." I replied and looked back at the trainer. He looked towards his right at 2 'o' clock and asked "What color is Indigo?". Not feeling surprised, I just turned his head towards 10 'o' clock and pointed at her. His head did not turned back for the next whole hour. Then he hit my legs hard enough to make me limp for a day and said "She looked at me!". "Freak!" I said and found her looking at everyone in the class bored. Then she saw me seeing her and smiled back at me. We are introduced well to each other as she takes the last seat left in the bus next to me everyday. And please remember that it is his idea of not coming in the bus so that she can find a seat to sit. I rejected his request asking me not to come in the bus so that he can sit next to her.

More memories to be recalled.....

Touché

I would be damned!
This was my reaction to the Apple event that happened on September 5th. Apple have seriously taken the comment echoed by everyone who know about iPhone.

"Why can’t Apple release an iPhone

minus the phone?"

The main reason why many people didn’t want to (were forced not to) buy iPhone is the bank-robbing service plans from Cingular. 60 dollars a month under a contract for 2 years and another 500 dollars for the device was nothing but robbing you at gunpoint (iPod point here). So when things were so terrible, people prayed for a savior. And now, the prayers answered with a touch. Literally, its answered by iPod Touch. It is everything that the iPhone has except the phone. Now don’t ask about the camera. The camera in the iPhone is nothing but a last minute compliment added with very average quality for 2MP resolution.

And to make you say wow, the iPod touch is just 8mm thick. That’s less than the size of two crackers. Things don’t end there. If you have listened carefully, it has everything iPhone had, which means it includes Safari browser supported by Wi-Fi (802.11b/g). And on top of all these, there you have new iTunes Wifi store to download songs directly to your iPod without the need of a computer. This is yet another proof that Apple is listening to all its customers.

I must mention this is very different than Microsoft releasing WOW Vista and showcasing their product with the VISTA families. If you don’t know what this means, Microsoft brought few families to the stage and said that they developed Vista with the feedback and expectations given by them. Wonder if the whole world’s feedback was represented through few VISTA families. Not even a proper marketing idea.

Ok. So what about the deciding factor? The price. It is obviously apple-priced which means the product is priced higher than its competitors but still will dominate the market.The 8GB model is priced at 300USD and 16GB at 400USD. But it is justifiable to the 500 and 600USD prices for iPhone when it was introduced. And did I mention iPhone prices are slashed by 200USD?

"Something that never surprises me is that Apple never fails to surprise me"

PS: I have to wait for few more months to watch for any price drops in iPod touch before I can give my iPod to my dear ones.

The Cubicle

I am very sceptical on writing about my work in my blogs. First of all, I will be commenting on current events and my colleagues might interpret the post in a different way. Secondly, it might be about my project and it could be against the disclosure agreement that I have signed. And most of important of all, my manager might be able to find about my hang-abouts and find out my tricks of avoiding work.

But against all the reasons, I am proceeding further on writing about my work and my workplace. Time will tell if this is "Daring or being Stupid"

So here we start with [+/-]the new section,

"The Cubicle"

Equi-benefitial what-if theory

Equi-benefitial theory states,

"There exists a world where people are benefitted equally

irrespective of doing or not doing work."

This theory is an advancement of "What-if" theory which is disproved by "I-like-work" community.

As stated, work is not rewarded in this non-existing world. As people are rewareded in either ways, work is independent of rewards or benefits as mentioned in the statement. But as given in the theory, there exists people who work which means that people take up work by their own choice. Therefore, work becomes a choice in this non-existing world and people are present in either side of the world, still making the world a balanced one. And as said before, I like to be in the "I-like-work" community with my own choice.
Now for the final part, as work is always a choice in the EB-what-if world, as work is related to any benefits, the statement can be rewritten as

"There exists a world where people are benefitted equally."

But this defeats the essence of life, "Survival of the fittest". As all are benefitted equally, everyone is fit for survival which will go on increasing finally exploding the stability of the world. Therefore such world cannot exist anywhere other than Satman's what-if mind.