Mildly interesting stories
By Anoop Sankar
Ladakh in October
October and Ladakh are not two things that go together. Winter starts to set in; it starts snowing; temperature creeps into negative territory and add to that the problems of high altitude. But when the plan was hatched; I just couldn’t resist saying Yes. Ladakh has been a dream trip of mine; and I didn’t want to wait for another year for a chance. If you are in
The (mostly south) India Darshan
Though my lack of the otherwise prolific stream of travelogues here would suggest otherwise, the past 1 year has been a great year for me in terms of travel. I don’t think I’ve ever travelled more in my life. Since it’s too late (and too lengthy) for individual posts on my trips last year; here’s a condensed travel feature. Hope this adds more options to your
Redesign!
After 6 years; Rusty.in has moved on to a brand new design. The design is minimalistic, and I have tried my best to make the site much more readable. The site more or less conforms to the HTML5 spec and I have tested it across most browsers I have access to. It works best on any standard compliant browser – read Chrome (visitor share of 24.4%) , Firefox (23.5%
Anna Hazare, Lokpal and the trendy Indian youth
The world seems to be filled about posts on Anna Hazare and Lokpal; maybe the last thing that you need is to read one more armchair analysis. It’s a free world though; so I need a place to write and you might not need to read this. So stop here if you think you’ve heard enough! :) First of all, I give it to Anna for clamouring this much
Developing cross platform desktop applications
Right from the beginning of my interest in programming; I’ve always had a thing for developing apps. Apps in the classic sense; the ones with a lot of bells and whistles that used to dominate the Windows landscape of yesteryears; the same ones usability experts would now cringe on looking at. That was probably because of the way I was introduced into programming. Starting with the good old QBasic;
2010 : Reflections
Another year has gone by and as usual it went pretty fast. I guess as you get older, time flies faster than before. One more year deposited to your nostalgia bank and one more year worth of events to memorize. 2010, though, unlike some of those nasty years before it, hasn’t been a up and down sine graph for me – instead my joys and sorrows have kept the curve
‘Auto’cracy
Auto-rickshaws for me, were cheap, convenient (though uncomfortable usually) means of transportation in any Indian city. Despite having to haggle, bargain and sometimes (most of the time?) pay extra, it has been a saviour for me on numerous occasions. OK, I used to love.. naa.. atleast like auto-rickshaws. But all that was before coming down here to Kochi. [1] Catching an auto for a ride in Kochi, compares well to
To Sikkim and Beyond...
I hadn’t travelled much around India except for the south. So when Prema asked if I was interested in a Sikkim trip, I yelled my yes. After a long wait, the day finally came.. Getting there Kolkata, Siliguri (West Bengal) First stop was Kolkata, and I reached there by flight from Bangalore. The Kolkata airport was disappointing, a sad relic for a metro. I was to stay at the
My Programming Progression and the Language Block
Tech content advisory : Non-techies exercise caution reading this, maybe a bit of geek overload in here. :) Like most people (ok, geeks!) of my generation, my first tryst with programming was with BASIC. Sometime during the mid-90s my dad gave me a book on BASIC programming, which he found in some book expo he attended. During that time, I had just about barely used a computer, and I didn’t really
Media's Tech Illiteracy?
Allow me to be that guy who for once ignores his emotions and patriotism and just says WTF. A few weeks back, there was big fanfare orchestrated by a lot of Indian media outlets regarding a homegrown web browser called as Epic. I was a bit skeptical already, but after downloading and using Epic, I outrightly recommend reading those reports as a case study in technology sensationalism. I’m not