<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:50:02.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PK's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-4629634860103713539</id><published>2010-09-03T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:36:58.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analytics and  Life</title><content type='html'>Human beings bestowed by the intelligence, sometimes tend to overuse it. We overestimate causality to that extent that we sometimes tend to fit patterns or try to find reason for something that is complete random. The world is so overwhelmed with data and data analytics tools that usually we succeed in finding the reasons for random event as well. Due to advent of technology and enormous computing power at our disposal, we can search pattern even in the complete random event.  It seems like that humans are so arrogant of their reason that they are not able to accept that there might be some event that may have no reason at all. This is something call as fooled by randomness these days. The real challenge is not to be blinded by Socratian Logic. I guess Logic is bit overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We in data analytics call it ‘noise’. One of the major challenges of modern day data analytics is separation of information from the noise. For any robust model data sanity is of paramount importance.  If the data selected for the modeling is wrong the model is bound to fail. Usually analyst defines the scope of the project that how much the model can predict and for what time horizon. There we tend to be very cautious and predicts with disclaimer. The funny thing is in business problem we are very aware that we are doing prediction based on historic data, which might go wrong if data pattern changes or say situation changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in real life we are so confident of ourselves that we do prediction with conviction that too on the basis of insufficient data/experiences. We are somehow so blinded or arrogant that we extrapolate our prediction on entirely different situations. We don’t bother to see whether our experiences are even worth using or not .In technical term we don’t care that the sample being used for analysis is information or noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point is to understand that everything in universe needs not to have reason behind it. Something might be accidental but yet have profound impact on our lives. I am not saying that we cannot predict at all. Of course, we can but with some probability of failure as well and under the constrain that situation will remain similar to what we have experienced in past.  I guess this much humbleness is not an unjustified expectation from the predictors of humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-4629634860103713539?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/4629634860103713539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=4629634860103713539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/4629634860103713539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/4629634860103713539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='Analytics and  Life'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-4467177079264382511</id><published>2010-05-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:46:13.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Need Justice for Ruchika?</title><content type='html'>I was following the Ruchika Molestation case quite closely after the famous crooked smile of Mr. Rathore was splashed in the media and ultimately led to the uproar in the nation for the justice for Ruchika. When I myself followed the whole story I felt the outrage against the ballant misuse of power and the helplessness against the injustice. The whole sequence where Mr Rathore used the whole police machinery to break a helpless family sent shiver through my spines. I guess this was the feeling that united the whole nation against Mr. Rathore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fathers and grandfathers were the generation when India was struggling for freedom or new country adjusting with new place in free world. They were the generation who had a collective aim to build a new country. They fought for the freedom and after that they worked with the purpose to build a great nation. After that a time came during 70s and 80s when corruption, unemployment were at its peak. That was the time of famous angry young man era. The youth felt like cheated and betrayed by their politicians. The dream of great nation handed to them by Nehru and Gandhi was not fulfilled. He woke up in the era of unemployment, feminine, poverty and corruption. After that from 90s country realized and adjusted with the changing world. Our market was opened and we started taking on the world’s competition head-on. We didn’t do badly either. There was a time when we were seen as economically failed society and now is the time when world want us to take lead to pull it out of the economic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the generation who are sure of ourselves. We are competing with the international players and beating them in their games. We are free of the mental slavery. We are working with US and European countries and realizing they are not better then us. We are the proud Indian with confidence that we can excel in anything that we venture out to do. The feeling of helplessness is entirely new to us. Even the thought of it is outrageous for me. This is the reason why nation woke up to call of Ruchika’s family.  It was not for the sake of Ruchika. It was for us. The justice imparted reinstate my faith that we live in a society where everyone is equal and provided with equal opportunity.  All is equal in eyes of justice. Someone may play with it for the time being but not for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that we live in true democratic society is the greatest achievement of free India. Every society needs some collective aim. The aim of our generation is to build a great nation.  When you work for a purpose you productivity increases manifold. The government should realize this that they should also safeguard the spirit of nation. They should not let this spirit die. The events like Mumbai attack, attack on Indian parliament impact the morale of the citizen.  The preparators of these crimes should not go unpunished.  The country should fight and retaliates when required against these terrorists. This help in building the character of the nation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after reading the news of justice imparted to Ruchika I felt a huge relief as if my faith, my value system has got revalidated. I have a similar feeling like the one, which I have when I listen to our nation anthem in attention pose. I feel proud to be Indian  and the part of society where Ruchikas can get get justice against mighty like Rathores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-4467177079264382511?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/4467177079264382511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=4467177079264382511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/4467177079264382511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/4467177079264382511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-we-need-justice-for-ruchika.html' title='Why We Need Justice for Ruchika?'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-8810903402187800979</id><published>2010-04-05T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:13:34.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/pjha/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/03/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} h1 	{mso-style-next:Normal; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	page-break-after:avoid; 	mso-outline-level:1; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-kerning:0pt;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From past few days I am reading a lot of books on philosophy. Books mainly about life, meaning of life, purpose of life, aim of life and even how to attain the ultimate aim of life. I won’t name the books, as some of them are really famous and might offend people. But I suppose, its not important what book is all about and what actually author wants to convey. The important thing is what reader understood and what thoughts the book invokes. Being a mathematician the first thing that came to my mind is to check the validity of the questions. I started with is really our life have a meaning or if we really need a meaning to our life. What is wrong if our life is complete random and shaped by the chances rather than destiny. We all think that we are the blessed children of the lord. Actually we should consider the possibility that we might be the unwanted children of the God and we must learn to live with that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now the first thing that came to my mind is there really any purpose of life. People talk all the time about meaning and planning for the life but comfortably ignore that life might be simply an accident. It might be possible that we are not sent in the world with some great mission. At least statistically we can assume this much. The real question is why from centuries we are running behind some questions which might not have any solutions. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The man is not agile or has the strength of other animal. He had to cooperate and collaborate in order to survive. The only strength that human possessed is intelligence. But intelligence can’t be shared or collaborated. In animal community the law and order is restored or maintained by the strength. The power is exercised by the brute force . But in case of human the intelligence had to be reined in to establish the order.Every thought is required to be in same direction. But the thought or intelligence is not the thing that can be controlled by the force. There is nothing like collective intelligence. No discipline can be ever forced on the mind of people. In order to establish a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;social order the leader of our society decided that its easier to kill the creative minds rather than motivating the people&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to think for the same purpose or collective aim. So to control the minds of the people, the leaders and preachers of this society decided to commit a fraud. They created things that were intangible and vague. They created these things to make people intellectually drained. They created these unsolvable riddles to prove that every man is worthless and incapable as far as thinking is concerned. They made human to think that they are inadequate and hence forced them to submit to them. They created the theories like aim of life and make people to pursue it. They made people to seek something that don’t exist at all. They created a false purpose of life and gave false ego to every living being. Everybody is special and has an aim in life and people need to find that out. This is good enough to keep him engaged and occupy his mind for the life. At the end he will feel that he is not good enough and then he will willfully submit to the system. He will obey the system and will do anything that will be asked of him. The funda is to beak the spirit of man; his freethinking spirit by proving that he is incapable and inadequate. Make him so dependent on the others that he starts thinking in terms of others. He values, sense of right or wrong, successes all will be measured in the eyes of others. He will start living for the others and others for different others. In this vicious circle no one will ever live for himself. These unhappy people will run to priests and guru to seek happiness and peace. These people then can be united in the name of religion or ideals and then this group with no independent thinking can be broken to be ruled. These are the groups that formed the great civilization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-8810903402187800979?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/8810903402187800979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=8810903402187800979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/8810903402187800979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/8810903402187800979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-6583480909019736150</id><published>2008-03-03T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:01:05.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8WngkgxIlu0/R8x3DHdtxwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VkvdCdJNfPg/s1600-h/goa+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8WngkgxIlu0/R8x3DHdtxwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VkvdCdJNfPg/s320/goa+270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-6583480909019736150?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/6583480909019736150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=6583480909019736150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/6583480909019736150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/6583480909019736150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8WngkgxIlu0/R8x3DHdtxwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VkvdCdJNfPg/s72-c/goa+270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-7776844849565400693</id><published>2007-11-12T00:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:55:44.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These days I am thinking a lot about the purpose of life. The more I think more I realize that actually life is purposeless. There is nothing like the purpose or destination of life. There is nothing predetermined thing or the thing what we say as fate &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;. The course of Life depends upon circumstances. It is not shaped by any fate, its only result of chances and the different decisions which we make at different point of life. In &lt;i style=""&gt;Fightclub&lt;/i&gt; there is one dialogue that BradPitt says to Edward Norton &lt;i style=""&gt;Losing all hopes is freedom&lt;/i&gt;. That thing really stuck me that actually hoping and expectation are real reason of all frustration. I started thinking that why actually I am unhappy when I can easily fulfill my all minimum or sufficient requirements, I couldn’t find the reason of my unhappiness. This type of unhappiness is more dangerous because for unhappiness aroused due to unfulfilment of something has remedy but in my case I was not able to figure out the source of my unhappiness. I think that I am unhappy only because I am not happy. Now the thing is, is there anything between happy or unhappy? I mean what is the state when we are nor happy neither unhappy. When I was pondering on this then I start thinking about what actually meant by &lt;i style=""&gt;Nirvana &lt;/i&gt;or&lt;i style=""&gt; enlightenment. &lt;/i&gt;What actually someone meant that he is above sadness or happiness? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is that state where emotion does not affect you? In quest of that search I read a lot of literature related to that. In Osho’s discourse of philosophy, it was said in that state we feel ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;anand&lt;/i&gt;’ .The general English word for this is happiness but he said it’s not exactly happiness because this state is beyond emotions. It is state of complete zero when person loses everything even his being or awareness of being. It’s the same state where people reach by meditation .Well I got confused and couldn’t make out anything out of these heavy theories. My problem is very simple that how one can keep himself happy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One thing that I am sure that for me the purpose of life is to be happy and to remain in peace. I really agree with all romantics philosopher that life is to be enjoyed .So now my search is narrowed down to the search of means of enjoyment. I don’t want to get entangle in complex theories of Nirvana or other things. I don’t believe that our future is already decided. I believe that our future is in our hand so it is we who decide how we gonna live our life. So from today onward I will try to find means which can really make me happy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-7776844849565400693?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/7776844849565400693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=7776844849565400693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/7776844849565400693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/7776844849565400693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2007/11/purpose-of-life.html' title='Purpose of life'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-3321485120865601630</id><published>2007-05-21T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:23:15.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New found passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This day I am very busy at work. So I get very little time to do the “my own” thinking which I enjoy most. Life is so circumvent that the work will kills me with its monotonocity alleviates its own given pain by keeping me engage in itself. Even then I somehow manage to squeeze time between my pressing engagements for the fun. These days I have started enjoying biking. I simply love to ride. I don’t need the picturesque setting of mountains or soothing breezes of hilltop or peaceful moment at sea beaches. I only need road and space on it to drive fast really fast. I like the trill of speed. The air in my hair, its beat against my chest. I don’t need any company me and my bike is sufficient. Though I already have two minor accidents but that in fact has added my passion for biking. The only thing changed is that I am more cautious and careful. I love to drive fast but safe also.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This newly found passion help me to get more close to nature. I never bothered to look beyond my town. But now I am driving to steep hills, through the forests etc. For the first time in my life I was moved by the nature. It’s like finding a new but very dear relation. For the first time I was amazed with the magnanimity of mountains, for the first time I stopped to take a breadth of fresh air and to savior that breadth for ever in my memories. For the first time I understood what makes heart of those poet moving who have written so much about nature. I am gradually falling in love with the nature. Earlier I used to go to Forum or other shopping malls in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt; but now I am always looking out for places outside &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; so that I can drive fast and can have moment with nature as well. One thing that I loved most about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is that its location is so perfect that within 100 km range around it there are so many places to go. Once you are out of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; city you are driving along mountains or trees. I have seen enough of mountains and forests now I want to go to some see beach. I want to drive to some peaceful sea beach and sleep there in peace for two three days and do “my own “thinking. Its not like that I am loner or I don’t like company but when I am in these types of places I need to be alone to imbibe maximum of these. I like to get lost in thought, to sit idly .keep staring at far away thing which most of my friends find weird but that’s how I enjoy it. Let’s see when I can do this. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-3321485120865601630?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/3321485120865601630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=3321485120865601630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/3321485120865601630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/3321485120865601630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-found-passion.html' title='New found passion'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-5950699272092408918</id><published>2007-01-29T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:16:51.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;These days I was very frust .May be It was all anxieties associated with the transitition period in the life. I withdrew myself in the solitude&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;so that I can think about the current situation in my life. In the starting I was very bitter I thought that all faults are in others and I am just victim of their follies. But actually when I thought it again and again &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then I realize that happiness is very intrinsic thing .Its basis couldn’t depend upon anything external. Happiness is just a state of mind. A person who has everything in life may not be happy but a hermit who has nothing not even surety of his next meal may be happy and content . So it mean that to find real happiness we should not look out in the world but we should look deep inside and explore our inner self to find out the real reason for unhappiness. So the first thing I did is stop blaming others for anything. I always first try to find what wrong I did rather than looking them in others. I realized that its my over expectation that is the root of all problems. I want everyone to be like me which is not at all practical. Everyone has his or her own ways of thinking even different value system based on which they decide what is wrong and right. So what is right for me maybe not at all right for others. So I thought lets try to place everything that can affect my peace and happiness inside. A person’s inside is always affected by the external because we are connected with it by our senses. Many of our emotional feeling have basis in outside world &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but we can practice to limit its influence in taking decision. They are just input but the decision is taken by the wisdom or myself. That has some influence of the external but not entirely and more we can make it internal more we are in control of our feelings. So I took a break from our all kind of acquaintances including friends and family and went to self impose seclusions. In this period I attained most of my mental peace and a right perspective to look things . I came out as more tolerant and definitely more cool. I was also kind of frust by my job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though in frustration I might have said it to be very boring and monotonous but actually it’s not like that. Plus I realized that I was frustrated because I was not doing it well. These day I have started seeking perfection in everything I do. I really enjoy the feeling that I have done something that cann’t be done better than that way. Doing a thing with perfection is really a divine feeling its gives a satisfaction that I am giving my best. As Richacrd bach has said in “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” that perfection is heaven. There is a satisfaction in learning new things. Though I didn’t realized this in my college day but anyways never is too late. Generally people learn thing and then apply .But I like the other way round. My team works in field of predictive model and I am really interested in behavioral models. It’s really fasinating that how maths can be used to predict the behavior of masses. I don’t have much stats background but I really like to read new things these day. I am studying stats and AI all by myself. This is very surprising for me as well because in my college day I never studied anything more than minimum required. But now I really want to learn everything that comes ion my way its not because that it will put me in better bargaining position&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in job interview, its only because I never excelled in my life and for one time I want to excel in anything I do.In my office I try to take most challenging and difficult of task&gt;It help me to spend my time and plus I feel good when I can do it on my own. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-5950699272092408918?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/5950699272092408918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=5950699272092408918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/5950699272092408918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/5950699272092408918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-days-i-was-very-frust.html' title=''/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-1876060954039619847</id><published>2007-01-21T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:13:00.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENSE AND SENSIBILITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These days I am reading a lot of novels. So doing that I read two Jane Austen one after other. Pride and prejudice is my favorite and I have read it before as well so I really enjoy the conversation between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth and Jane . But two Jane Austen one after other is really too much for me. When I started sense and sensibility I was really very bore in starting that here comes again a novel about a mom with 3 pretty daughter and how&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to get them settled in &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;good families. In most of Jane Austen novels its ladies always gossiping about the affair or possible affair and planning to make gentleman of higher ranks fall in love with them. The same is story in sense and sensibility as well. But I continued inspite of these thing as I had nothing to do or read. But as the story progresses I was really struck by the character of sensible Elinor .The way she carried her grace and dignity between provoking company and a stupid and arrogant sister was really great. All of her conversation showed that how people should behave in disadvantageous position. Everybody have problem in there life .But the sorrows of life is very personal. One should not display there misery in public and use them to gain sympathy or attention of others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way Elinor handled her problems was really admirable. She never bothered others with her troubles and always maintained her composure even when her rival in love announced her victory on her face. She helped her sister and always stood by her consoling her in her problems and taking on her every problem on herself. Even when they were in company where everyone wanted to enjoy the scandal or a spicy heart break she shielded her sister from that when at the same time she was also in middle of breakup Though the ending of this novel was very abrupt to me. All of sudden everything was sorted and everything happened for all good. It is not as smooth like in pride and prejudice. The story of pride and prejudice is really balanced and there is smooth transition of events. In that it took a lot of time for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to shed her prejudice toward Mr. Darcy backed by favorable circumstances .In fact that novel has all good collection of great character. In that novel &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; wit and practicality is well supported by the goodness of character of Jane. At the same time the pride of Mr. Darcy controlled by his superior mind is also great. That is why every page of pride and prejudice is interesting but in sense and sensibility I found only Elinor character and all her conversations interesting. Her sister’s transition from one extreme to another was too much for me. I don’t believe that people can so easily and quickly forget their love and can generate similar strong feeling for other. Maybe her character does not fit in my way of thinking. Beside it I also feel that love and affection are very personal feeling and some concealment is required. In both of novel Jane and Marianne suffered because they could not keep there love private and subjected it to public scrutiny and discussion. Elinor at the same time had similar turns in her relation as well but she maintained her calm and grace even her lover was not able to comprehend her feelings. I might have enjoyed it more if I would have read it after some interval from “Pride and Prejudice”. Though story was more or less same but the conversations and fine gentleman type culture of English society was really well presented in that novel. Inspite of that I started that novel with a prejudice in my mind that its going to be same&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;novel some pretty ladies trying to get well placed in matrimony , at some point in the novel I forgot my prejudice and enjoyed it as well .So I will recommend them as worth reading &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-1876060954039619847?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/1876060954039619847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=1876060954039619847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/1876060954039619847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/1876060954039619847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2007/01/sense-and-sensibility.html' title='SENSE AND SENSIBILITY'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-385269036728963424</id><published>2007-01-04T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:22:53.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace in solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These day I am becoming more and more frust. Nothing cheers me up .All those things which not so long ago use to cheer me up and now killing me with boredom. I think that my frustration is now spilling out and I end up hurting or frustating people around me and polluting the envoironment around me. I have started looking out for faults in everyone around me except myself. I don’t enjoy talking to anyone mainly because there is nothing that interest me now .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only thing that give me solace is my solitude. There is a different kind of peace in absolute solitude. In absolute solitude you can relax your mind and can keep it vacant for a long time. Most of problems are nothing but creation of our mind. If anyone can control it he or she can stimulate emotions at his or her will . Solitude gives the time to reflects the proceedings in detail and to analyze the situation in better light. Sometime when we are emotional we may rush into the decision but that is not always right because at that time our wisdom is overcome by emotions. I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am not saying that all action should be based on wisdom always or everything should be thoroughly thought&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;. This will certainly kill the wonderfulness of unpredictability and surprises. But sometimes you have to think even after doing something that what could be the repercussions of your actions and how it reveals itself to others. Before coming here I never enjoyed the loneliness .It was like pain to me , I always used to rush to company whenever I was alone .But these days I am finding solace in my solitude .I am more than often going for a long walk&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;completely engrossed in myself and not giving a damn care to the surroundings. Though I could not find a complete aloof place as a live in relatively busy area but still I try to remain in myself even in crowds. In absolute privacy things are clearer to me. I can easily see that all problem are within me not in others. I am in habit of blaming other for every little &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;problem I have and recently I realized that actually it’s not others but my own follies and shortcomings are the reason for my frustration. When I am all alone I try not to think about others because right now I not &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at all in state to appreciate the wonderfulness of others behaviors &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so I confine my thought about myself. I always tend to analyze that how my action would affect others if I think that some of my action is improper that I unforgettably say sorry for that. I try my best &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to keep clean from myself. When a spend&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;more than an hour all by self with no disturbance at all I come back very light and fresh. Many personal problems are well sorted out during that period with best possible actions with all pros and cons properly analyzed. Not only that I pick out all the wrongdoings of mine, I also think of all possible amendments to rectify them. But the only problem is the wrong notion about being loner. I am fast becoming infamous in my circle that I am frust man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People always suggest me that company is good and loneliness is hell. But it is fine as I am more than happy in my hell and I don’t want to share it with anybody. I am fed up with all artificial countenances around me and I want to be natural myself. That may be not as handsome after all makeup but hey that’s me . I enjoy the nakedness of my inner self when I am all alone I feel connected to nature and god. I feel that why to rely upon something whose basis is external why not to seek solution of all problem inside us . Why to crib about the world outside why not enjoy the whole universe as master of it which dwells inside? Why to cry about others what is more important than self? So I found a new&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hobby talking to myself. People will think that its mad but you know that this madness will give me a veil from the external. It will conceal &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the things which are too precious for me to share with anyone. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-385269036728963424?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/385269036728963424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=385269036728963424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/385269036728963424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/385269036728963424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2007/01/solace-in-solitude.html' title='Solace in solitude'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-4741733621800607042</id><published>2006-11-30T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:43:26.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT DEADEND OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was in school I thought that ok after school I will go to college and I won’t have to dress everyday in same way and attend every class whether I want it or not .This motivated me a lot so I studied hard and got in good college. Then I realized that to have fun in life I need money in life. As I am not from very rich background I considered all methods possible to ensure a healthy income in my future. I concluded that the best and safest way is through good education .So I again in college worked hard to get into good college and in return I have to postpone all plans of fun to later stage of life. Until than&lt;br /&gt;I was bit happy because I was in anticipation of change in my life. I thought maybe life would be cooler when I will be in job than I won’t have to ask anybody for anything and I can do anything I want. Finally I reached there to realize that all this year what I thought was fun is not fun anymore. I am all aged at 25 . All this year of relentless pushing and zeal of doing something has burned out every ounce of energy and enthusiasm from me. I think like a 60 year old retired person. I am struck in daily9:30 to 6:30 type of life. The thing that haunt me most that I don’t see anything to come out of it. It’s not that I don’t like my job but I also don’t love it. In fact I never wanted a routine type life .I was always a kid who will purposely try to defy rules, try to break away from the routine and pee where it is mentioned not to and now I am struck in that for ever. It just 4 month of my job and am terrified as hell that this is going to be my life for ever. Its not that I am not trying to do things that interest me but the real problem is that anything doesnot interest me at all. I always wanted to learn to play guitar but now I realize that was not because I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;have interest in music or something , I just wanted it because I thought then it is cooler. But now I don’t see any need to be cool as well .All of sudden I became so matured that I don’t feel to be cooler than I am .Now I want to be myself that is a real problem. I want to live naturally, I don’t like to socialize, I rather prefer to live alone. Recently I realized that I don’t even enjoy my friends company which I used to enjoy very much not so long ago. I am becoming more and more critical and cannot overlook the faults in others. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In total my life is complete mess. I don’t have any goal in life that could keep me going.. The problem is that I have reached the dead end or maybe at juncture of life from where I cann’t see futher. The worst thing is stagnation in life. Just like stagnated water, my life is stinking. So its high time that I should try to make it worth living otherwise I have to &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;live frustrated all my life. The question is how one can find what actually interest him. This is the real question that is key to a happy life. In Indian religious text it is mentioned in one form or another atleast in &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Gita” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but there is no concrete method to attain that other than vague methods which are practically not so feasible. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6697105827849194660-4741733621800607042?l=frustoopk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/feeds/4741733621800607042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6697105827849194660&amp;postID=4741733621800607042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/4741733621800607042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6697105827849194660/posts/default/4741733621800607042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frustoopk.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-deadend-of-life.html' title='AT DEADEND OF LIFE'/><author><name>pankaj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155085594520947712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6697105827849194660.post-2444683395047294215</id><published>2006-11-25T01:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:54:53.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>Before starting to blog about other things in life I think I an obliged to give brief introduction of myself as best of my knowledge. To write about life, philosophies and other things is lot easier than to write about oneself. All philosophical search start from searching inside .An entire universe dwells inside oneself. So I don’t claim that I know myself entirely but I keep exploring it in my solitude. Just as the universe above  my inside keeps  me surprised, confused and mystified by new findings. So its better to tell you about my background and surroundings and leave it to you so that you can logically make conclusion about me. I am mathematician by training and profession. I work in private firm in analytics department . I love to read novels of different subject. I try to avoid to fix my interest in any class or type. My ultimate ambition is to be myself ,to live life as free as birds or animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don’t know what interest me really. I keep venturing from one field to another. The only conclusion I can make is that” Okay I don’t like this”. From my exterior I pose like a confident content young man because most of the people around me are like that and they don’t want to hear the bitter truth that our life sucks.They expect me to be like one of them and I too don,t have enough courage to live like myself. So the external pose of me is complete fake. From inside I am very confused, discontent and frustrated man. I am frustrated at inadequateness of myself and others. Though I try to be forgiving and generous but as I try to be more generous more and more critical and faultfinding I am becoming. Though most of the people around me think that more or less I am cool and generous but the fact is I cannot forget even single slight negligence leave alone the insults. Once I am aware of that I become unyielding, brutal and icy and nothing can penetrate that at that moment. I behave  like jerk and even I regret behaving like that for ever. The main problem is my extra awareness of right or wrong. I always left behind that did right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always work to improve myself not in moral sense. I want to improve myself in my view. I want to feel good after doing something not applause from other. So far I tried to do things that would make my family my teachers or my friends happy but it left me hallow and with no stand of my own. I want to be a man who takes his own stand and take his decision based on his on belief system and his own definition of right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend use this medium of blogging to engage people in discussions that could help me to sort out puzzle of my life and help me to get my thought ordered or arranged. So please feel free to comment  anything on this post. 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