Misc late night musings

Anurag Acharya

In no particular order. With no particular significance.


as i waiteth for this program to complete
and generate me some results nice and neat.
something that makes them wow and whisper
how did he pull off that amazing feat?

it is late at night and its been a long long haul
i am too tired to shed modesty and tell tales tall.
i wish this stupid thing would finish and I could stop
and stagger to bed and gently fall....

as the road sped under me,
i heard a whisper, beware! beware!
don't you buddy go blundering around
with so little sense, so little care.

the lanes are there for a reason
the white lines are not for fun.
don't you go swerving needlessly around
so late at night, at quarter past one.

the light cometh roaring, straight at you,
beware, beware, you dumbo wake up.
lest you join the bugs and bees
in messing the trucker's windshield up....


(in response to a request to be on veho's thesis committee)

ahem... more formally? let us see...

if thou would give me engraved cards
inviting me to the ball.
if thou would bring me silk two yards
enough for six feet tall.

if thou would do this all and more
maybe we could be formal.
but since it seems so much a chore
might as well be normal :)

Short answer: yes :)


030192
Anurag Acharya

Category theory is a ghost that roams
Appendices of theses in search of a home.
Few know of it,
Fewer understand it,
Still fewer have the guts to put it in a poem.


Oct 18, 1990

              Sing a song of C structures
                ---------------------------
           (set to the tune of "sing a song of sixpence" :))

                Sing a song of C structures
                A pocketful of bits.
                Four-and-twenty characters
                Packed in a string.

                When the string was printed
                The screen began to smoke
                Wasn't that a deadly string
                To put in kernel code.

                The kernel was in the mailing files
                Counting network hops.
                The shell was on the CPU
                Hogging MIPS and FLOPS.
                The files were on the large disk
                No backups, oh well, well...
                By came a power glitch
                And blew them all to hell.


Oct 20, 1990

                Allen had a little Soar
                -----------------------
        

                Allen had a little Soar
                A little Soar, a little Soar.
                Allen had a little Soar,
                Its cycles were oh so slow.

                And everywhere that Allen went
                Allen went, Allen went.
                Everywhere that Allen went,
                Soar was sure to go.


                Old Mother Coda
                ---------------

                Old Mother Hubbard
                Went to her replicated cupboard
                To get her poor user a file.

                But when she got there
                The main server was bare
                And the others were malicious or vile.


Date: Sat, 14 Dec 1996 19:49:12 -0500

Finals are history
Quals are itihaas [1]
I smile smugly
I have nothing to pass.

If that sounds a bit like
Rubbing it in well.
I shall sadly apologize
As I grin my way to hell.

I hack and write and write and hack.
And do it over again.
In between I keep me busy
To keep from going insane.

Now we form a chorus
My little doggie and I.
May we wish you luck
For the final that is nigh.


Wed, 18 Dec 1996 10:45:03 -0500

Thank you, thank you,
Thank you my dear.
It does make my cross
Slightly easier to bear :)

Umpteen'o clock in the morning
Waiting for sleep to arrive.
I sip a little oporto
To a few rhymes do I strive.

That Misha bloke is fully nuts
Totally bughouse.
I wonder how he looks in life
A lion or a mouse?

My doggie looks askance at me
"Why does that thing beep?
Are you completely nuts?" she asks
"Why the hell aren't you asleep?"

Tue, 24 Dec 1996 11:02:50 -0500

>now-a-days u seem to be replying only in rhymes...
>is this a sign-of-the times?
>so is this compu-science...or compu-rhymes?
>so u must b appreciating mi chimes,

"You are old Father William", the young woman said
     "And yet you rhyme and chime.
Anyone who sends you a message or two
      Gets showered with poetic times."

"In my youth," Father William replied to the girl,
     "I was a shiftless bum.
With all the dislike for prose that gave
      A poetic chum I become."


Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1998 10:43:06 -0700

>> Anyways, looks good. Now we really need moonu to keep the
>> acharya-student-pipepline full. I hope you realize that 1998 will be
>> the first year since 1983 that IITKGP has none of the acharya
>> siblings.
>    ...IITKGP is probably heaving sighs of relief and the kgpians are
>having a cooler summer...
>    not bad...not bad..

little do they know
of the calamity that awaits them.
without them acharyas
compSci falls, and phy and chem.

the rest of depts
never knew the spring.
it is a sad story they tell
with tears and hand-wrings.


Mon, 13 Apr 1998 10:48:30 -0700

>       how about giving iitkgp a break ?..for about 15yrs.... and then the
>next generation of acharya siblings can move in ....

kgp will no doubt
get a break or two.
one wonders if they will
cry a bit or coo?

reminds me of macbeth
the tragedy of it does.
with none of them around
of whom shall they make a fuss?


>>saarii raat to sapne dekhe subah ko ye mehsuus huaa
>>hamne apnaa sar Takraayaa ik paththar se saarii raat
>
>Ei-tar maane ki re ? Engriji/Bangla-y parse kore dish.

All night long, I dreamt and dreamt;
As the dawn broke, I realized
All night long I had banged my head
On a stony wall hard and wide.


Date: Sun, 22 Dec 1996 12:27:08 -0500

>Are you the brother of Arup Acharya?
>I always confused between the two.
>Were you class of 87 or 91? One was my junior in CS and teh other my
>brother's batchmate and hall mate.
>clarify please ;))

Would be fun indeed
To masquerade for a while.
To see how long
I survive with some guile.

But sadly enough
The desire is weak.
I must confess
I am not the one you seek.

Arup old chap
Was a classmate of mine.
Swarup was too young,
Way back in the line.

Swarup is at Brown
Striving and seeking.
Arup is at NEC
Mobiles he is making.

I hope I satisfy
Thy quest for knowledge.
Of those who shared your
Hall and your college.


Mon, 06 Jan 1997 08:45:17 -0500

>> If one said
>> He had a hot little bod,
>> I would understand.
>> If one said
>> He was bodaciously hot
>> Or smartest in the land.
>
>THIS STUFF IS STRICTLY OUT OF THE  MATRIMONY STUFF...RESEARCH HAS SHOWN
>MOST WOMEN WANTING TO MARRY GIVE OTHER FACTORS  A MUCH HIGHER PREMIUM
>....SO I HAVE BEEN TOLD ATLEAST.
[...]
>> Oracle and H1B are
>> Pretty poor wooing.
>> Mention of the landedness
>> Deserves a bit of booing.
>
>PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO AGREE WITH YOU WOULD CERTAINLY LOOK FOR NOTHING MORE
>THAN ENTERTAINMENT IN MATRIMONIALS...BUT I'VE SEEN THIS KINDOF STUFF
>WORKS..

Men have not the monopoly
On being silly nuts.
Women can beat them easily
With no ifs or buts.

One small thing to point out.
The matrimonials you see
Are scanned by parents etc.
Here 'tis themselves be.

Having said that I must add
A lot of things do work.
But they remain pathetic no less
And there is still a farq.