The Title of the page is designed merely to be catchy and any reminiscenses caused of people alive or dead and copyrighted material that may currently exist is purely coincidental.
I've included some of my personal experiences in this page. Some of these incidences have had more or less considerable influence in my way of thought in one way or the other... I would treat this page as a celebration of human life; its wondrous twists, travails, challenges and shortcomings.
I was born on March 21, 1988, exactly 220 years after the birth Jean Baptiste Joseph Fourier. Huh? How did I really get to know this? The answer lies in the Signals and Systems book by Robert J. Oppenheim.
Back in my second year of my undergraduate study at NIT Trichy, I happened to take a course on Signals and Systems. I took up reading the prescribed textbook, Signals and Systems by Robert. J. Oppenheim to understand the subject better. I spotted the date of birth of Fourier in the introduction chapter.
I first opened my eyes in Chennai, India. I was admitted to SBOA where I did my KG Classes. It was during the admission process which made me understand the meaning of the word "dumbstruck" for the first time - before I could spell it. My mother was quite disconcerted at a 3-year old (me) having to take an interview to get into a kindergarden school (My God, what is the world coming to?) I don't quite remember much of the interview except that I answered whatever they asked me which left the school principal smiling. But I do remember that I got a blue-colored sharpener, which I was much fascinated with, while on my way back home after the interview. I remember it so vividly because I have a habit of taking extra-care of all my books, toys and stationery and they tend to last me for years.
As a wide-eyed 5-year old, I watched Neil Armstrong strolling on the moon for the first time on television. At that instant, a burning, albeit childish, desire to walk on the moon filled me. Interestingly enough, I still have that desire - to be able to visit the moon atleast once in my lifetime.
I realized there were millions born before me, and millions more to be born. Yet it is all, but a handful of them, who leave lasting footprints in the sands of time. The uncertainty of whether I will be among that handful is what drives me. Life is short, and I dont want to be living someone else's dream. As Steve Jobs once asked: "If today were to be the last day in my life, would I have done what I've always wanted to do?"