It was a crucial moment for all of us. A pre - testing was blocking everybody’s time. The operation required to remove an organ (IC - U43) completely from the PCB board. Knowing that I had to remove an IC that is very small with lot of veins (traces) running adjacently and lot of vital organs lying nearby, I relied upon the skill of our lab technician Manjunath BV. With lot of effort we first isolated the vein junctions (the PCB pads) from the IC pins, this was the most difficult as the veins were so close to each other by 0.5mm. After about 40 minutes of hard work, finally we isolated the entire organ about (7mm by 7mm) from the body…the IC from the board.
The operation is a success…The PCB will be given a small test injection (probe) tomorrow before the full test is carried on it.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Incandescent bulb gets a hanging order!
Australia issues a hanging order for incandescent bulbs. The order would be executed by 2010. The order is issued after the allegations that they emit more heat than light...Fluorescent lamps would light Australia after 2010.
Even then, wearing a red hat, I would say, if the fluorescent lamps are not disposed properly, they would be deadly again.
For more on the order
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6378161.stm
Even then, wearing a red hat, I would say, if the fluorescent lamps are not disposed properly, they would be deadly again.
For more on the order
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6378161.stm
Watashino tomodachi Rakushimi san wa Nihon-jin ni Naru :)
My friend Lakshmi is travelling to Japan the next week. I am excited, though I am not going. I intend to go soon.
Watashiwa Nihon-ni iku tsumori desuga watashino tomodachi Rakushimi-san wa iku koto wo kiite ureshii.
Watashiwa Nihon-ni iku tsumori desuga watashino tomodachi Rakushimi-san wa iku koto wo kiite ureshii.
The AVEO experience
Today I flew the Chevrolet-AVEO for a very short distance... It is my friend Naren's car. However the experience be, I cannot compare that of my first love with Suzuki-800.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Case of Gender Changer
Today, I had to shuttle between my cubicle and the electronics lab situated on the first floor. Meanwhile I noticed a innovative naming of a connector adapter...Oour SW team had a DB-9 male-female adapter, we call it the adapter. [The male/female terminology in connectors is used to differentiate the mating connector parts]. it was written on the adapter as "Gender Changer"... The name particularly amused me because of its different style of naming
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The WEEE man
The WEEE (Waste Electrical and Electronic Equipment) has created a WEEE man, fully out of trash electronic appliances. This is set to create awareness among the people.
3.3Tonne...This is the amount of e-waste generated on an average by a UK citizen in his/her lifetime
Bangalore, India contributes 8000Tonne of e-waste annually.
Electronics engineers are you noting this?
“Heart is a hardware subsystem, whose firmware comes as a part of Human1.0 – Self learning neural firmware.
Love() is a function call that is called every now and then…Valentine’s day is just a SW additional patch….
Looks and wealth are just testing platforms/boards…
Go for the full system, not looking at how the test platforms are, but at the quality of Human1.0 as a whole ”
This is my quote :)
Love() is a function call that is called every now and then…Valentine’s day is just a SW additional patch….
Looks and wealth are just testing platforms/boards…
Go for the full system, not looking at how the test platforms are, but at the quality of Human1.0 as a whole ”
This is my quote :)
What you say people who do not want to disclose anything... Shall we call them Mr.O?
Well I have a Mr.O as my colleague. We work as a team. Suddenly our Mr.O did not turn for office. I waited for 2 days...an important issue was pending for his approval. Later I asked my boss..."Where is Mr.O? Will he turn up tomorrow to the office?” The reply shocked me...Mr.O is getting married and will be on leave for the next 2 weeks. Meanwhile an issue pertaining to a 3rd party contract came up :( Finally I resolved the same with the help of the contract party themselves and also progressed in my work as directed by my boss. Today Mr.O is back and is shooting idiotic questions. Let’s Face it CK...
"Mr.O was on leave indeed, but he got married? I never knew it :)"
Well I have a Mr.O as my colleague. We work as a team. Suddenly our Mr.O did not turn for office. I waited for 2 days...an important issue was pending for his approval. Later I asked my boss..."Where is Mr.O? Will he turn up tomorrow to the office?” The reply shocked me...Mr.O is getting married and will be on leave for the next 2 weeks. Meanwhile an issue pertaining to a 3rd party contract came up :( Finally I resolved the same with the help of the contract party themselves and also progressed in my work as directed by my boss. Today Mr.O is back and is shooting idiotic questions. Let’s Face it CK...
"Mr.O was on leave indeed, but he got married? I never knew it :)"
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Pages from My Diary (13 August 2004)
On our onward journey to Goa... 'Masterminds of KCT' as we called ourselves, the 2001-2005 ECE batch of KCT...
The sky was still dark and calm. Our cell phone was changing towers every ten seconds. West coast express from Coimbatore finally rested and observed silence after about ten hours of hard work, on the railway platforms of Mangalore. Our classmates got down the train, most of them still half asleep. I was then enjoying the chill breeze that swept the station. I went down the platform in search of a coffee shop and finally found one. Coffee was served in stainless steel cups in the traditional way. Our onward journey train berthed in the same platform, but on the other side. Sipping my coffee, I saw a group of people towing a huge trolley carrying mail bags to Goa and loading the gunny bags in the brake van of the train. The city was experiencing its doses of south west monsoon showers. Our train was also drenched in rain. We all somehow managed to settle inside the train.
The WC express was then towed to the railway garage. Along with some of my friends, I admired the huge diesel engine of our train KR-2, comprising V-type configured engine and a huge radiator. The engineers were checking the diesel level, oil level of each engine, air pressure level of the hydraulic brake piston, and several other parameters. The train started off, with a cloud of black smoke slowly vanishing into air. Leaning out, I didn’t express much enthusiasm for the first ten minutes, until the train encountered a tunnel. Many of my friends then wanted to share the doorway, to enjoy the nature. As an ardent lover of nature, I decided to shift my compartment. Till Udupi, I was in that compartment and observed many things.
The golden fields were flooded with water and were shining in the morning sun. The moist rocks too were golden in color, reflecting the energy of the sun. The entire route to Goa was a blend of nature and man made tunnels. Even there was provision for the water to drain via guiding streams along the entire railway track. With very brief stops, the train proceeded on its way. I was longing for my next cup of coffee, when the train stopped in suratkal station. But I didn’t want to get out of the coach, I just drank some water and noted down these events in a bit of paper. Finally I got a fellow passenger in that deserted coach, he was venkatesh, working as a coffee boy on that route. To my astonishment, he was from Madurai. Sipping my next cup of coffee, our train was entering a tunnel, perhaps a long one that lasted for about five minutes. While we were chatting, I came to know that the river which we crossed was nethravathi. Meanwhile we were crossing a tributary ‘Padu river’ with a sole canoe tied to a coconut tree swaying to its flow. At Udupi venki got down and I too came back to my compartment.
The sky was playing with its tricks on us. To our right, the sky was bright, but was gloomy to our left with rainy clouds. I was astonished by this sight, that rain started to approach our train from the left. In fact we could see the rain chasing us. The train was progressing in a constant pace not disturbed by the tricks of rain. Soon it started raining and the entire area was dark, as if it was six or seven in the evening. I looked at my watch which figured the time to be 8.45 a.m. The rains became heavy and visibility was reduced to less than a feet. Plains, river, rocks, tunnels, plains, rivers…Brrrrrrr. I fell asleep.
I woke up at Nirjur station and I stepped out to wash my face. My vision caught the sight of a tribal lady selling jasmine garlanded in a different fashion that we normally used to see here in Coimbatore. The sun was scorching now and I could spot some rare kind of birds. Two varieties of parrots, cuckoos, and three varieties of kingfisher and many more were spotted. I felt hungry and ate a sandwich of bread and an omelet hastily. After kumta station the scenery was not much pleasing, the roads met the rail often below the tracks. We were too tired of the journey. After Kumta it was Gokarna road, Karwar and CanaCona and finally Madagoan station. The nine hour feast was over and we were in Goa finally, but the Konkan coast experience was really a memorable one
(Early morning, 13th August 2004)
On our onward journey to Goa... 'Masterminds of KCT' as we called ourselves, the 2001-2005 ECE batch of KCT...
The sky was still dark and calm. Our cell phone was changing towers every ten seconds. West coast express from Coimbatore finally rested and observed silence after about ten hours of hard work, on the railway platforms of Mangalore. Our classmates got down the train, most of them still half asleep. I was then enjoying the chill breeze that swept the station. I went down the platform in search of a coffee shop and finally found one. Coffee was served in stainless steel cups in the traditional way. Our onward journey train berthed in the same platform, but on the other side. Sipping my coffee, I saw a group of people towing a huge trolley carrying mail bags to Goa and loading the gunny bags in the brake van of the train. The city was experiencing its doses of south west monsoon showers. Our train was also drenched in rain. We all somehow managed to settle inside the train.
The WC express was then towed to the railway garage. Along with some of my friends, I admired the huge diesel engine of our train KR-2, comprising V-type configured engine and a huge radiator. The engineers were checking the diesel level, oil level of each engine, air pressure level of the hydraulic brake piston, and several other parameters. The train started off, with a cloud of black smoke slowly vanishing into air. Leaning out, I didn’t express much enthusiasm for the first ten minutes, until the train encountered a tunnel. Many of my friends then wanted to share the doorway, to enjoy the nature. As an ardent lover of nature, I decided to shift my compartment. Till Udupi, I was in that compartment and observed many things.
The golden fields were flooded with water and were shining in the morning sun. The moist rocks too were golden in color, reflecting the energy of the sun. The entire route to Goa was a blend of nature and man made tunnels. Even there was provision for the water to drain via guiding streams along the entire railway track. With very brief stops, the train proceeded on its way. I was longing for my next cup of coffee, when the train stopped in suratkal station. But I didn’t want to get out of the coach, I just drank some water and noted down these events in a bit of paper. Finally I got a fellow passenger in that deserted coach, he was venkatesh, working as a coffee boy on that route. To my astonishment, he was from Madurai. Sipping my next cup of coffee, our train was entering a tunnel, perhaps a long one that lasted for about five minutes. While we were chatting, I came to know that the river which we crossed was nethravathi. Meanwhile we were crossing a tributary ‘Padu river’ with a sole canoe tied to a coconut tree swaying to its flow. At Udupi venki got down and I too came back to my compartment.
The sky was playing with its tricks on us. To our right, the sky was bright, but was gloomy to our left with rainy clouds. I was astonished by this sight, that rain started to approach our train from the left. In fact we could see the rain chasing us. The train was progressing in a constant pace not disturbed by the tricks of rain. Soon it started raining and the entire area was dark, as if it was six or seven in the evening. I looked at my watch which figured the time to be 8.45 a.m. The rains became heavy and visibility was reduced to less than a feet. Plains, river, rocks, tunnels, plains, rivers…Brrrrrrr. I fell asleep.
I woke up at Nirjur station and I stepped out to wash my face. My vision caught the sight of a tribal lady selling jasmine garlanded in a different fashion that we normally used to see here in Coimbatore. The sun was scorching now and I could spot some rare kind of birds. Two varieties of parrots, cuckoos, and three varieties of kingfisher and many more were spotted. I felt hungry and ate a sandwich of bread and an omelet hastily. After kumta station the scenery was not much pleasing, the roads met the rail often below the tracks. We were too tired of the journey. After Kumta it was Gokarna road, Karwar and CanaCona and finally Madagoan station. The nine hour feast was over and we were in Goa finally, but the Konkan coast experience was really a memorable one
(Early morning, 13th August 2004)
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