Modal System of Music

The modal system comprises seven modes where each mode represents a tribe in the ancient Greek civilization.In this system no sharps are used i.e every mode consists of combination of the following notes : ABCDEFG.
Following are the modes in the basic modal system of music:

• Ionian Mode: Starts with the note C and the mode progresses as : CDEFGABC which is nothing but the C Major Diatonic Scale.
• Dorian Mode: Starts with the note D and progresses as DEFGABC
• Phrygian Mode: Starts with the note E and progresses as EFGABCD
• Lydian Mode: Starts with the note F and progresses as FGABCDE
• Mixo-Lydian Mode: Starts with the note G and progresses as GABCDEF
• Aeoline Mode: Starts with the note A and progresses as ABCDEFG
• Locrian Mode: Starts with the note B and progresses as BCDEFGA

Just when

Just when it is about to get over
I think of you and it has just begun.
Just when I think I am done
I think of you and am yet to start.

The eyes with shine of a sun
The smile with a freshness of a morning breeze
The aura with coolness of a Moon
The girl , the lady , the woman.

How can one be just as close
Not yet admire, adore ,praise you.
Yet me..........

An unconventional trip

Started packing as I was getting late for the bus off to my friends' wedding place. I know I should have done that bit before but owing to the festive spirit of me had some beers the night before so packing.... na... not a good idea. Any ways took the bag and there started my journey to a hostile land. Had to stop by the ATM to withdraw some cash and by luck the machine was not working so I thought I will also try the thing most of Discovery channels guys do a trip in 500 bux.

Went to the bus a nice lady was standing and the bachelor in me started to come out but then just as we ere starting to notice each other the bus came.

My partner in bus was a guy travelling off to Goa. Nice company we discussed a lot of world and the crisis. Finally reached the place ...Ankola was the name. 

The bus driver had to take a turn so he asked me to take a mini cab and what a perfect gentleman he was he even stopped one for me. The mini cab was a little too mini even for me. For the first time in my life i started experiencing the pain snakes would experience when the roam around in that curly motion. I was standing like one with a bag thank God it had just the basics.

My friend' brother had come down to pick me up and off we went to vegetable market had to get things done for the wedding. Like a sincere friend I helped (and I don't know how to 

distinguish the bad from the ugly as far as those green things are concerned).

I reached her place around 1100 am . It was a serene calm place surrounded by mountains. I had already picked some for trekking.

Her place was flooded with relatives uncles,aunts,uncle' uncle,aunts' aunt and to my horror she asked me to stay at her place for the night. Ok time to go to hibernation in the room above.

Had a nice sleep only to wake up at 1600.

Her bother' friend was already waiting for me to get up to show the place. How kind of her to ask her brother' pal to hang around as I was alone.

   

"Akash....Gem of a guy"

He asked me for the choices .The beach ....waters are calling I said (keeping to my reputation of Machlee the fish my college friends gave me). We decided to go the beach called Honni bai beach only to be changed to Honey beach named by some outside dudes who could not pronounce the name.

We decide to walk till the beach which was around 4 Km from her place. We went down to the beach but just when we were about to fall cursing our decision to walk a bus cam to the rescue. We hopped in only to hop out again as we were there. So we took the bus for around distance no less than 100 paces. Getting down I decided (I would take the full responsibility) to go to some other spot as I was in no mood to swim in my trunks in front of all the families around.

We asked one wise guy(sometimes wisdom does not come with age) about the other side of the beach who told us just to walk down and cross a little uphill ahead to reach to the next side.

The little uphill he was referring to was a huge hill which we had to cross going through the bushes and praying we do not found any snakes or pigmies waiting for us so that they can have a feast . But adventure man we did it and once again to my sense of crossing forests I was wearing a T shirt so bruised and tired we finally reached the top just too see the steep slope ahead which was around 1 km again we had to cross to get to the so called other side of the beach which we realized was different beach in all .....The Manjguni beach. It was not a beach but a small spot of sand with beach like ambience. The machlee inside me started hopping out dying for water ....splash and I was in . I lay there admiring he clouds in a bed of water. What a feeling. The world stopped the clear skies above and water. The tiredness had gone only till we realized the time was going a little fast that day. We came out dried ourselves and I was thinking of the talent possessed by man' best friend DOG for the shaking manevour it performs to dry off... we use towels instead what a waste.

As the moon was up we tried searching for an alternate route for way out to the abode. We got some locals who charged us 100 bux again for a ride in the latest hero honda cd100 till home. Feeling helpless we gave them the demanded ransom(It was a ransom!!!!!).

Reached home had some food than all the family gathered around. My friend' mom was trying to make some conversation so was me sincerely but owing to the different languages we landed up being speechless. Feeling bad I went off to the bed in my room above as the next day was the big day the wedding.

We all woke early next day then started the pooja (worships). After some basics we headed for the marriage hall.

The wedding started..... and it finished. What one hor wedding is over I double checked my watch just to make sure my watch was not running in some nuclear powered fuel. No it was not.Its a new guiness record for an Indian wedding.

 

"Sheetal and Pradeep....the couple...wish them great life ahead"

The wedding was over and so was the food so then we started making out for the rest of the day. Time was 1400 beach...ummmm.....bad idea so we decided we will go in around at 1600 to the beach as some of my friend' relatives also wanted to the see the beach. 

So we killed the time having a samosa and fish fry (Bangda ....was the fish which we digested without a burp!!!!).

We went back to pick up the folks just then I realized I was in my formal attire . Great beach formals and what else was next.

We landed at the beach sharp at 1615. It was a calm place just me Akash and the family....keeping decency in mind I did not splashed in the beach and the machlee inside me died of the lack of water.

"Honne Gudi beach"

So thought of clicking some snaps by my high definition Nokia N 70 moblie:

"No ball who cares we have ample of plastic here........"

"The sunset........."

The sun' reign was over so was my trip.

While coming back I was reflecting on the learnings of the trip:

1) Trip for two days 500 bux is a good amount

2) Beach in formals bad idea

3) Know the basic language of the place you are visiting

4) Weddings can get over really fast.

5) Never book a seat on the back if you are traveling on a bus specially on the way back.

6) And yes......DO NOT USE PLASTICE OTHERWISE KIDS WONT THINK OF THE OTHER OPTION I.E THE BALL.

Apple Blues.......Access dilemma

It all started with an idea of introducing some security in a personal Macbook (not really know the need as far as the word personal goes). Me being new to OS X I asked my friend who claimed to be a veteran in the OS as to how to set up a poweruser and a superuser account in Mac OS X.
Well then he snatched by baby and started creating the account which I also knew . Just when I was thinking why the hell did I ask this guy a window popped up for setting the super user password. Asking was not such a bad idea after all. With accounts set up it was time for some testing and thats when thing started to turn bazoom.
The test case being try to delete a folder from the root volume and the expected outcome being it should prompt for an admin username and password even if it is a power user as we had stripped of the account for write access.
As it happens when you are a developer with some brains,the test case failed. Oh no!!!!! Time to open the doors of the brains and let some logistics and reasoning out of it to be put into practice, and thats exactly where I noticed an account called everyone having read access in the hard disk. With my logistics and some bleemy reasoning I removed the access and made it no access. Logged off and for the first time saw the acclaimed SBSOD(Sky Blue screen of Death) in an OS X.
Bill might be happy if he sees the post ;-).
First try, second try ,third try okay now time for a format Yuppie!!!! Just when I was thinking of formatting the drive my old veteran came up with a cheat sheet for Macbook which contained shortcuts for boot up options in OS X.
Loaded the CD and my Maccy gets snatched again by the veteran, eventual result being even more confusion.
Finally I thought its time to ask the master of all, the saviour, the enlightened one GOOGLE. I simply queried google for 'giving no access to everyone in mac'. The first result being Mac wont boot after chaning Everyone from Read to No Access .Followed by a thread of discussion on how to fix it.
Thank you Larry and Sergey for letting the world be aware of the search GOD GOOGLE.
Finally the problem got fixed by following the steps provided by the link. If any one has the same problem contact the GOD with the query 'giving no access to everyone in mac'.
Thats one more hell of a situation added to by not so adventurous life.

Six String Adventure

I start of the other half of the day trying to play some tunes on Jack' (my black acoustic spanish guitar) fret.

The first ten minutes I usually try to do some warm ups which involves practicing the basic chromatic scale(A,A#,B,C,C#,D,D#,E,F,F#,G,G#) on various ocatves(different places where notes occur again) in the fretboard.This exercise is very useful for increasing the speed and getting used to the frets. I try to play it in various metronomes as fast and as slow as possible trying various picking patterns which include up pick, down pick and alternate picks.

Then I usually try to divert my mind by trying to get some tabs from the internet of some basic guitar songs which really is very useful to get back to the mood as playing the basic chromatics will not give much of a pleasure unless you accent it which I suck at this stage.

Getting back in the mood and now comes the part I am struggling with . The chord transition. I have tried various ways but it is all the same. Tried to play slow and then shift but skip goes one beat of the metronome. Tried to play basic down strokes and yes I did it...... oh no!!!!!!

It goes again in the second metronome.

A day in the life of a Software Lad....

Socha hai... goes the alarm which is usually snoozed owing to the wake up hour and the serenity of the weather outside. Soch hai...(it goes again), I thought the song would be a nice idea as a alarm bell but believe me it is DAMN IRRITATING. Finally I wake up and rome around the remaining rooms of our abode just to see people calmly sleeping and enjoying all they can't get in real life but dreams.

A look at the watch and damn am late!!!! Okay time to run turn the geyser on and where is the darn toothbrush. The first taste one usually gets at the beginning of the day is loads of mint , flavoured of course as promised by the company and is usually not a very nice one to have if you are planning it to be the first thing that gets into your mouth but owing to the human nature of socializing you do it .

Then I go and wake up my fellow sufferer (suffering being the company miles away from home..),who tells me to go have a bath and then wake him, I curse and go off to the room termed by the decent people as bathroom . Just the place to stand and rub all over and wake up from the sleep thinking who was the idiot to invent the idea of bathing early in th morning. Just when I am about to finish I get a chill breeze from the broken window vowing to get it repaired.

Time is running out... finally i hurry to the small room we use for worshipping and offer my sincere apologies for the perfect crimes commited the day before and not to commit them again,only till the darkness of night brings out the second inmate in me.

Then I go to the room where the first in command is sleeping again just to tell oye wake up we'll miss the cab... he gets up and gives a lame excuse of not bathing as he has had one the night before,actually that idea is nice but the religious person inside me urges to bath and worshsip so down goes the same.

Finally we move out of the room to a common path where every s/w pro walks just to slog off and earn the money , later to splurge it of course, and starts of the adventurous day ahead....