Wednesday, 29 September 2010

'Friends' with business benefits only!


The sad truth about Facebook.
The people who run Facebook, the social-networking company, are furious about a new movie that takes lots of liberties in its depiction of how Facebook came into existence. They’re upset because much of The Social Network, which opens Oct. 1, is just completely made up. That’s fair enough. But to me, the really interesting thing about this movie is that while much of the tale is invented, the story tells a larger truth about Silicon Valley’s get-rich-quick culture and the kind of people—like Facebook’s 26-year-old founder and CEO, Mark Zuckerberg—who thrive in this environment.
The Valley used to be a place run by scientists and engineers, people like Robert Noyce, the Ph.D. physicist who helped invent the integrated circuit and cofounded Intel. The Valley, in those days, was focused on hard science and making things. At first there were semiconductors, which is how Silicon Valley got its name; then came computers and software. But now the Valley has become a casino, a place where smart kids arrive hoping to make an easy fortune building companies that seem, if not pointless, at least not as serious as, say, old-guard companies like HP, Intel, Cisco, and Apple.
Silicon Valley’s Future Superstars
The three hottest tech companies today are Facebook, Twitter, and Zynga. What, exactly, do they do? Facebook lets you keep in touch with your friends; for this profound service to mankind it will generate about $1.5 billion in revenue this year by bombarding its 500 million members with ads. Twitter is a noisy circus of spats and celebrity watching, and its hapless founders still can’t figure out how to make money. That hasn’t stopped venture capitalists from funding dozens of companies that make little apps that work with Twitter, just as they’re also funding countless companies that make apps for Apple’s iPhone, and just as, a few years ago, they were all funding companies that made applications to run on Facebook. Zynga, the biggest of those Facebook app-makers, reportedly will rake in $500 million this year by getting people addicted to cheesy games like Farmville and Mafia Wars, then selling “virtual goods” to use inside the games.
Meanwhile, among some longtime techies, there’s a sense that something important has been lost.
“The old Silicon Valley was about solving really hard problems, making technical bets. But there’s no real technical bet being made with Facebook or Zynga,” says Nathan Myhrvold, the former chief technology officer at Microsoft who now runs an invention lab in Seattle. “Today almost everyone in the Valley will tell you there is too much ‘me-tooism,’ too much looking for a gold rush and not enough people who are looking to solve really hard problems.” Sure, there are still entrepreneurs and investors chasing serious technology challenges in the Valley. And Myhrvold says he means no disrespect to Facebook and Zynga, which have had clever ideas and are making loads of money.
“What bothers me is the zillions of wannabes who will follow along, and the expectation that every company ought to be focused on doing really short-term, easy things to achieve giant paydays. I think that’s unrealistic, and it’s not healthy,” Myhrvold says.
His company, Intellectual Ventures, intentionally runs counter to the prevailing trend in Silicon Valley. The only problems it tries to solve are ones that seem overwhelmingly difficult. These include creating a new kind of nuclear reactor and developing technologies that could address climate change and eradicate malaria.


Face-to-FacebookFriend Feed: We talk to Facebook users (and self-proclaimed addicts) about how the social networking site fits into their lives
Myhrvold doesn’t have problems raising money. He made a fortune at Microsoft and is a close friend of Bill Gates. But he worries about “the unknown engineers and professors who have good ideas. Are those people going to get funded or will they be talked out of it and told they should do something like Zynga, because virtual goods is where it’s at these days?”
The risk is that by focusing an entire generation of bright young entrepreneurs on such silly things, we’ll fall behind in creating the fundamental building blocks of our economy. The transistor and the integrated circuit gave rise to the last half century of prosperity. But what comes next? “If we distract people with the lure of easy money, with making companies that don’t solve anything hard, we’re going to wind up derailing the thing that has been driving our economy,” Myhrvold says.
We’ve already fallen behind in areas like alternative energy, better batteries, and nanotechnology. Instead of racing to catch up, we’re buying seeds and garden gnomes on Facebook. This won’t end well.

Monday, 27 September 2010

I feel goooood! Du,du,dum!*

That is exactly how I feel right now! Feeling on top of the world looking at my conquest of successfully completing the Newton 25km run yesterday in 2h 53m. The timing seems nothing to shout about but if you look at the terrain that we ran, you would be equally mesmerised.
It was organised by Triathlon Malaysia who are passionate about extreme sports, pushing the body to the limits with events like Ironman and finds pleasure in inflicting pain! So, you can imagine how the course would have been.
The run was flagged off 6.30am as scheduled from the recreational grounds of Bandar Kinrara 5. Basically the whole route was ‘T’ shaped. If you consider the lowest point of the vertical line on the ‘T’ as the starting point, the 12 km runners had to complete one half of the horizontal line of the ‘T’ whereas the 25 km runners had to finish the full length of the bar and run back. The problem is the horizontal line of the ‘T’ is nothing but horizontal in real. The course was wavy with uphill and downhill paths. It really literally took your breath away, just like the scenic view bordering the path of the run!
From Bandar Kinrara 5, we went past some housing estates, low cost flats and reached a T-junction. We turned left towards Bukit Puncak Jalil. Here, the roads go uphill, teasing a little with a decline then going on revenge with further inclinations. At the edge of Puncak Jalil, we made a U-turn and headed back. At 10km mark at Lestari Perdana, I clocked around 1h 07m. What goes up must come down. But then it went up again and worse! At 15km mark, it was 1h 45m. By 20km, most of the energy had been drained out, made worse by the morning sun. Lucky for the energy bar that I happened to carry, I managed to generate a few more action potentials on my muscle fibres.
And I felt good when I reached the finishing line. 2h 53m of continuous running (except for a few seconds of break at the 7 drink stations), I managed to secure a medal for my effort and a finisher’s T-shirt for completing 25km.
My partner-in-crime, Suresh, who took part in the 12km category had an equally gruelling time but managed to complete 12km in 1h 11m.
To view the course, try this site: http://www.triathlonmalaysia.com/race-details.php?eventID=22&tab=course
(Next stop – UPM on 17th October for 11km Mizuno Wave Run)

*Sang to the tune of the James Brown’s classic – I feel good!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7Z56dxeGMA&feature=related


Sunday, 26 September 2010

Bikini killer

Back in 1976, I remember reading about a serial killer in a Sunday newspaper. Somehow, the story got stuck with me. Over the years, I have been periodically coming across this person's escapades (misadventures) in the dailies. I think it felt exciting and got stuck on to most people's grey matter because of the inclusion of the prefix 'bikini'! Now, with Google, every piece of information on this notorious psychopath is just at the tip of everyone's fingertip.

A few years ago, I visited one of the friends I know (not too many friends I have, anyway), whose wife had just delivered a baby boy a few days before that. I almost choked on the cordial drink that he cordially offered to me when he said, “We named him Sabhraj. What do you think?” I answered, “Fine! Nice name.” not wanting to be a wet blanket. I was just chuckled to myself and hoped that he never found out that he named his son after a serial killer! (A little bit too late to change as the child’s name had already been registered with the National Registration Department). Now, you know why I do not have many friends!

For the sane people who have no clue or fetish interest in serial killers and their fixations, here is a little introduction to this literally high flying bourgeois lady killer who moves amongst the high society. 

Hatchand Bhaonani Gurumukh Charles Sobhraj was born on April 6, 1944, to an unwed Vietnamese mother and a Sindhi (Indian) father who absconded. His mother befriended a French Lieutenant, and Charles became a Frenchman. He grew up in Paris, being involved in petty crimes and imprisoned many times. He escaped incarceration from France with a fake passport and a pregnant Parisian maiden to Bombay. His curriculum vitae expanded to gambling, smuggling and heist. He dodged imprisonment in India by faking illness and landed in Afghanistan with another fake passport. He was caught here for robbing tourists but got away by drugging hospital guards. And his adventure brought him to Iran and many Eastern European countries with many stolen passports. His spate of murders started in Thailand to sustain his lavish lifestyle and his clan of followers. He is sometimes known as 'The Serpent'.His trusted lieutenant, Ajay Chowdhury, was also sent to Malaysia on a gem-stealing mission.

After being arrested a couple of times and escaping police custody, he was sentenced to 20 years jail sentence by a Nepalese court on 31st July 2010. He is a celebrity of sorts - TV shows and books have been penned on his antics.

http://www.rediff.com/news/2003/sep/22sld1.htm
If you want to read the whole book on the life and times of Charles Sobhraj, look no further... (Be warned that it is 382 pages long!
http://www.scribd.com/doc/94694/Life-And-Crimes-Of-Charles-Sobhraj
http://blog.ekendraonline.com/1788/sobhraj-finally-convicted-life-sentenced.html

Friday, 24 September 2010

Changing of Guards?

Everyone has his own tall tale to tell!

My heart bleeds to see the unmanned security post at the entrance to our taman (housing estate). Prior to this, for the past one year, after a spate of break-ins and petty thefts, the Residents' Association decided, with my wife's brain child, to convert the taman into a guarded community. After the proper paper work, red tape, vetting of applications and an extraordinary general meeting, one particular company was unanimously chosen over the others as they promised 24-hours surveillance on motorbike with Malaysian guards. The monthly fees was capped at a reasonable amount of RM45 monthly per household.
Changing of guards@Buckingham Palace
Miraculously, crime was non existent and our model was emulated by other adjacent housing estates!
I suppose something good does not last forever. Everything was going on fine till a group of members within the committee members decided that services offered by them was not up to mark. The splinter group managed to convince the others to try out another security company. There was, however, a nagging suspicion that the new company could just be somebody's (the renegade faction's) somebody's relative's company. They promised Nepali guards and better service. They were given three months' grace period to prove their mantle.

The residents later realised that they were short-changed when the security guards turned out to be Bangladeshis and Pakistanis and were not conversant in Malay or English. Well, we have many Malaysians amongst us in the same boat as well but that does not count as they are bonafide citizens of Malaysia. You ridicule them and Michael Chong will be in the Star newspaper holding the citizen’s complaint letter and all readers will be in cahoots with his (citizen’s) predicament! That is another story altogether!

They did not do any surveillance rounds as they had no transport. Any Tom, Dick and Harry could just drive or walk through with a friendly wave of hand at the guards! So did the old newspaper man, the recycle man, the ice-cream man, various vendors and the mattress selling man with his irritating honk and loud speaker!

The residents decided that that was it. They stopped paying their monthly dues and that brought it to this. The taman is once again bare open to jaywalkers or roving ill-intended devils with mischief on their minds.

We are hoping for the good offices of the Residents' Association to reinstate law, order and security in the neighbourhood.
This is the problem again and again with man. Something good will be going on just fine. Someone will create a problem with ulterior motives and suggests alternatives which will not work out and things would be worse than it was initially and everyone will be left high and dry.

Let us just hope this is a transition period like changing of guard and everything will be back to status quo as before!

P.S. On the world stage, we all remember a someone who was adamant on the existence of weapons of mass destruction which places the world at a very precarious position. Day in and day out, this mantra was recited over all major news channels to justify war against terror. The march into a sovereign nation was a walk in the park with no evidence of WMD and the world is even more chaotic now!

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Memories of RRF: Memories forever!

Sweet sour feeling - loss of childhood, entrance to adulthood!
Just like any old melodramatic Tamil movie, our dreams, when we were living in RRF was that one day we would all move back to BG and live as one happy family. This dream did materialise in 1982 and unfortunately I did not live long with the family there for a long time. What I did not know was that BG was only a transit point before bigger things in life were set to unfold! A year after moving in, came varsity and tour of duty and so forth...
The home loan repayment finally came to an end by early 80s. Early 80s also mark a giant transformation in my life. In 1981, I was in Lower 6 in school - metamorphosis in hairstyle, co-education and mature self learning with new set of friends and syllabus. At the family level, we managed to trans-locate ourselves from a multi-tiered low cost 36 sq. m.pigeon hole to a landed property with our own space and serenity. It was a triumph of sorts for us in finding back our own Beverly Hills.
All my life we were dying to leave this dungeon of a place that housed us through thick and thin.
It did not occur to me in my wildest dream that when my family was bending over backwards to scoot off from RRF that memories of childhood, growing up to the challenges of life, adolescence, the pranks with cousins, the joys of the seasons, lessons in life and the bonding of siblings will be forever treasured for life and immortalized in blogs.
I was secretly hoping to leave behind the persistent doom and gloomy sombre ambience that laced our daily living buried there together with the graves in the Chinese cemetery, which was an avenue where I sometimes solicited for peace of mind.
I remember that faithful day when it was time to send off the larger bulk of items were to be sent by lorry. Ah Leng, Lat’s best friend was standing in the midst of the crowd seeing things go by with eyes welled up with tears which were rolling down her chubby cheeks. Her sister, Ah Keow, much confused with all the pandemonium, asked her sister. To this she answered, “La...La...Latha, ai ki liow. Mai tui chu liow!” [La...La...Latha is going already. She is not coming back. At that juncture, they both start wailing, just like a funeral scene from a B-grade Hong Kong movie!
Rajnikanth
All these blabbering reminds me of the philosophical lyrics of Rajnikanth in the hit Tamil movie ‘Muthu’ where the Superstar manifests as a sage and delivers his line, adding much to the masala composition of the movie. Quote unquote, “People go to great lengths in pursuit of happiness; some go to temples, shrines, mountains, Kasi, Rameshwaram, Kailash for this. What they do not know is happiness is at the very spot they are, no need to go anywhere, ha...ha...ha...and he walks away.” Or something like that!
*BG, Brown Garden is a middle income suburban neighbourhood in the northeast part of Penang, a tiny island off the western coast of Malaysia. The house was bought in 1964. The area it stood was considered Penang's Siberia then as it was far from town (5 miles away). Now it is right smack in heat of activities- with the Penang Bridge and a university nearby! Needless to say, its value increased by 80-folds!

Saturday, 18 September 2010

By George..That's life!

I visited a friend, in his late 60s, who had been afflicted by stroke. In the brief visit that I did, I gathered  certain information regarding his life and times as a man.
There he was sitting with his drooping left side of his face and weakened left upper and lower limbs, it is hard to imagine that he used to used to be an avid sportsman in his heydays playing various games at school and state levels (hockey, cricket, basketball etc.) right up to the age of 30 but he managed to keep himself trim.
After passing out from medical  school in 1976, he started working. Then came marriage and children and the joy and pride till that faithful day on 11th December 1993 when he lost his whole family (wife, children and all) in the Highland Towers tragedy. 
Remaining Highland Towers in 2008
Picking up the pieces one by one, he started life anew, he continued working after support from family and friends. He remarried and has a daughter of 10 years old. Hectic events that happened recently just pushed him over the brim.
Now he seems optimistic and positive on his road to complete recovery. We pray and hope that God will be by his side in this trying times.
His words of wisdom, "We always take our body for granted until one part of the body fails, for us to appreciate it!"

Thursday, 16 September 2010

The day music died in Malaysia - 22Feb1992


The Day the Music Died


On February 3, 1959, a small-plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa killed three American rock and roll musicians: Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson, as well as the pilot, Roger Peterson. The day was later called The Day the Music Died by Don McLean, in his song "American Pie".


The day that music died - remembering Sudirman
Loh Chan Hong
Sep 16, 10
12:00pm

As we celebrate Malaysia Day as a symbol of "freedom and fraternity", it is worth recalling that nearly two decades before the slogan 1Malaysia was coined, one national icon had already been crusading for a nation free from prejudices.

The late Sudirman Arshad, showered then with accolades such as "Malaysia's singing ambassador", our "No 1 entertainer" and even our very own Michael Jackson, championed unity up to his very last public concert just before his untimely death in 1992.

Sudirman 3"This song is especially for all Malaysians regardless of race and religion, and one of its messages is we must live united as one family, on God's earth, without differentiating race, colour, status or ancestry," Sudirman told his audience on the night of March 9, 1991.

He then launched into a Tamil classic complete with a Tamil heroine picked from the audience, to the delight of the huge crowd gathered at the concert venue in Malacca.

He said the concert was special for him as his career was literally made in the historic town when he first won the Bintang RTM contest held at a Chinese school there.

The concert, released on VCD last year, saw a hugely popular Sudirman at the height of his career, constantly coaxing solidarity and acceptance from his audience, who were a typical cross-section of Malaysian society of all ages and races.

"Tonight, I'd like you all to treat everyone as your family, boleh tak?" he said at one point, asking everyone to shake hands or salam the people around them.

1-Stunning Malaysian

Genuine patriotism was at the heart of Sudirman's final concert, where early on he appeared dressed in a glittering Jalur Gemilangoutfit and surrounded by flag bearers.

Delivering his trademark Merdeka Day songs, he said, "For every nation in the world, independence represents a rebirth; without independence, who are we?"

"Independence of our motherland is our heritage, but true independence is self-independence from laziness and backwardness," he warned.

sudirman 1"Let us make this true independence an attitude that will become our national heritage," said Sudirman as he launched into his famous 'Tegakkan Bendera Kita' and '31 Ogos'.

Sudirman was born on May 25, 1954 in Temerloh, Pahang, and studied law at Universiti Malaya. He made his recording debut in 1977 and has released 15 albums over the next two decades.

The flamboyant artiste famously beat regional greats Anita Sarawak, Leslie Cheung and Kuh Ledesma, among others, when he won 'Best Performer' at the Asia Music Awards 1989 at the Royal Albert Hall in London.

Feb 22, 1992 was the day that music died for Malaysia, when Sudirman at 37 passed away in Kuala Lumpur.

Perhaps that was also the day that a piece of 1Malaysia died.

In God's Army?