I installed Operating Systems on my new machine; these were the steps I followed:
1. Windows 7 Installation
1.01 Buy Windows 7 for cheap; $29.99 for direct download.
1.02 Create Boot CD by burning the downloaded ISO.
1.03 Run CD from new system.
1.04 Follow instructions from Microsoft.
1.05 Congratulations you should now have Windows 7 on your Machine.
1.06 Enter Product Key to Authenticate your version of Windows.
1.07 Receive Error "Product Key not Valid".
1.08 Retype Key 3 more times.
1.09 Realize you are not making typing mistakes and you can read alphabets and numerals correctly.
1.10 Panic !
1.11 Search for suggestions on online forums.
1.12 Understand that 'Upgrade Only Copy' implies that Copy can only be used for Upgrade.
1.13 Stand Up.
1.14 Throw your hands on your head.
1.15 Scratch your head very slowly.
1.16 Visit Software Download Page on University/College Website.
1.17 Note down Product Key for Windows 7.
1.18 Successfully Authenticate your Windows 7 Installation with new product key.
1.19 Enjoy your free Student copy of Windows 7 for which you paid $29.99.
2. Ubuntu 9.10 Installation (Karmic Koala)
2.01 Download Ubuntu 9.10 from Ubuntu website and create Boot CD.
2.02 Run CD from System Boot.
2.03 Reach Partitioning Options Screen.
2.04 Search through Installation Guidelines and a variety of other online forums to figure out how to partition for accurate functioning of your Dual Boot System.
2.05 Successfully install Ubuntu 9.10.
2.06 Realize that no matter how many times your restart your system, your Ubuntu is not functioning properly.
2.07 Try reinstalling Ubuntu over previous install.
2.08 Download and create boot CD for Ubuntu 9.10 Server Edition.
2.09 Successfully install Server Edition.
2.10 Stare at Server Terminal for a few minutes and press the big round button on CPU.
2.11 Try installing fresh copy of Ubuntu from scratch in a different partition.
2.12 Again read through 100 different Ubuntu Forums to find answer.
2.13 Download and create boot CD of Ubuntu; Version 9.04 (Jaunty Jackalope).
2.14 Install Ubuntu 9.04.
2.15 Rejoice at the success of persistence.
2.16 See that you now have 1 installation of Windows, 1 installation of Ubuntu 9.04 and 2 installations of Ubuntu 9.10.
2.17 Reinsert boot CD for Ubuntu 9.04 delete all unwanted partitions containing Windows installations and merge partitions.
2.18 Complete fresh installation of Ubuntu 9.04.
2.19 Take a deep breath.
2.20 Insert CD for Ubuntu 9.10
2.21 Run Update Manager for Ubuntu.
2.22 Successfully follow all instructions.
2.23 Shut down computer.
2.24 Go for a long walk.
3. Punch (in the face) anyone who suggests usage of Windows installer - Wubi or VMware in-place of dual boot.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
For the (hungry) soul ...
Lunch at Subway ...
What soup do you have …
Chicken Noodle Soup.
Is there any other soup ?
Chicken Noodle Soup.
Hate when this happens, they make two soups and both of them are the same soup !
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Konoha Senpuu
The morning of the great winds, I do not want to step out but if I want to convert my Rickshaw into the car it once was, I need to rush to the mechanic without further delay. It has been very long since I have seen the sun this far in the eastern skies. Limping and wobbling past the leaf whirlwinds we reach our goal. A 150$ bill awaits us at the end of all this but at least she is back on her four legs and good as new. Although they told me I needed to get her brake-pads and axle replaced and they would be ready to help me out for another 1500$, I thanked them for their kind offer and rushed back into the fiery wind and whatever awaited me next.
Slice of Sicilian and a Donut
It is wonderful how special things can happen just for you at unexpected times. Yes… there they were, in the office kitchen two slices of perfectly baked Sicilian. Zesty marinara and gooey cheese on perfectly baked square shaped pizza dough, pure genius and they were all mine for the taking! Tucking them under a plastic plate and some napkins, I rolled out into the pleasant evening for my drive back home. Everything was perfect; the cool breeze, the smooth drive, rock and roll on the radio, the Sicilian riding home with me, Kaboom! Yet again I was welcomed to the real world with a loud Bang! I had driven over the dysfunctional drain whose edge sliced through the rubber like a hot knife. I do not know how and why I manage to do all this, but I have a feeling that you guys are having a good laugh as you watch me drive home with 3 tires and a donut attached to my precious Nissan Sentra.
Monday, February 9, 2009
The Saga Continues ...
The weekend spills over ...
Now I am getting really worried !
I now am a proud owner of a parking ticket ($25 fine !)...
Also I quit smoking, just finished my last one !
Hope it does not work like every other monday(I have quit smoking every monday of this new year ...)
Oh when I come to think of it I too am a bit puzzled over why I have Thungabhadra as the URL for my blog, I remember sometime very long ago we were discussing how cool the name thungabhadra is and something about the way it sounded (mighty and ferocious) still not very clear why I have it for a URL guess somewhere in time I decided to use it as an alias to do some sneaky stuff... Help me out Bhaigu can you shed some light on all this ?
Now I am getting really worried !
I now am a proud owner of a parking ticket ($25 fine !)...
Also I quit smoking, just finished my last one !
Hope it does not work like every other monday(I have quit smoking every monday of this new year ...)
Oh when I come to think of it I too am a bit puzzled over why I have Thungabhadra as the URL for my blog, I remember sometime very long ago we were discussing how cool the name thungabhadra is and something about the way it sounded (mighty and ferocious) still not very clear why I have it for a URL guess somewhere in time I decided to use it as an alias to do some sneaky stuff... Help me out Bhaigu can you shed some light on all this ?
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Money, money, money … (In she comes out she goes !!!)
This weekend has been all about money…
Here I was crying about spending $50 at the local pub on a few drinks on Friday. Ok this is a place that sells I mug of beer for $2. So how did I manage to spend $50 ???
Did I mention cocktails are $6 each ? Oh yeah and I tip the bartender frequently but that not all we lost 2 games of pool against some drunkards; the price: 4 shots of Jack Daniels (Winner 1, winner 2, bartender and I). My partner a teetotaler, a stranger to my favorite watering hole was clueless about the entire affair. Anyways that apart I certainly had one too many drink and probably tipped the bartender a bit too much. Anyways I usually don’t brood too much if the evening was worth the while, so I guess I should move on to Saturday.
Being the Weekend Warrior that I am (:p) I was very keen on doing something fun this Saturday but alas things were not meant to be I did not find anyone interested in accompanying me in any of my plans and I was not in mood for spending the evening at the rooftop party at the club in NYC. So I decided to proceed with ‘Plan Z’, meet my cousin and uncle at Princeton 60 miles away from home. Bidding farewell to my week old beard (goatie) I headed in pursuit of dinner and drinks with my uncle and cousin which of course was not meant to be as they were already done with dinner by the time I reached my destination. Betrayed and angered I dragged my cousin another 60 miles further south of home to find a drinking hole in Philly and of course this is where it all began.
Philadelphia being the over-crowded, noisy and claustrophobic cousin of New York the only place we could find to drink, eat and chat in peace ‘White Dog Inn’ in uptown Philly. Of course I knew what that meant, food (mushroom tempuras and veggie. wrap) and drinks(crown royal, beer, margarita, hot cider and baileys coffee) for each ;$96 for dinner a small local inn ! ‘Oh come on, how stupid can I be’, I said to myself as I signed on my credit receipt before exiting the pub and yet only seconds after I ended up saying the fated words “So what do you want to do now”. Five mixed drinks later what answer can you expect us to reach. So here we are driving towards the ATM to withdraw cash on our way to ‘Philadelphia Park Casino and Racetrack’.
With $200 in my pocket we decided to hit the electronic table game machines and yes 30 minutes later my pocket felt much much much lighter (2 $20 bills are lighter than 10) so I decided that this was not light enough I placed myself on the Roulette machine. First round and I am left with $11 and what could I decide to do its of course all or nothing, do or die, 11 becomes 29, 29 becomes 24, 24 becomes 60 and here I decide I will not move these 11 coins place at 11 different places no matter what the cost as so it goes on 60 becomes 55, 55 becomes 73 and so on 61 wins later I decide to move on, my pocket now had 4 crisp 100$ and 3 wrinkled 20$ bills. After throwing away the 3 wrinkled bills we decided to walk away and exit the arena. Oh but wait it does not end here…
Sunday afternoon after $45 lunch at a artsy Italian restaurant I decided it was time the 4 of my friends go into hiding, I headed home and went straight to the bank but I guess it was not time for them to disappear yet, the machine would not let me deposit cash putting them back into my pocket I headed to the Laundromat, picking out my sack I headed in, put my clothes into the washer and realized I did not have bottle of washing soap had mysteriously disappeared, I was absolutely sure that I had it with me but knowing me I decided to check the car and unable to find it I slammed the door and headed back in to look for it and not surprisingly left the keys within the locked doors of my car and immediately I realized it was all part of large, mysterious scheme to rid me of one beautiful green friends. Annoyed, tired and stressed I rushed my 3 other green friends to the safety of any bank I could find took in a very deep sigh of relief and wondered if I should go gambling again ???
I am sorry if this was too long and boring. After all this is my first blog I do hope my writing skills will improve, the above is a true narration of events that took place this week. Please do not try to find the net sum that I have eventually ended up with, I really do not want to know. Things I let out from the above story is:
An accident I clearly witnessed and the ruckus the drunken Hispanic lady driver created after that…
How I tried to avoid paying the mechanic for getting the car company to open my car door by posing as someone else and
How I finally got back $100 of $125 that my previous landlord owed me of my security deposit (I am certain that I will not get the remainder 25 from him).
Anyways I have material to post from the previous 2-3 weeks I will post very soon.
P.S.- I still have no clue as to where the bottle of soap disappeared to, I was not in the car or the laundromart...
Here I was crying about spending $50 at the local pub on a few drinks on Friday. Ok this is a place that sells I mug of beer for $2. So how did I manage to spend $50 ???
Did I mention cocktails are $6 each ? Oh yeah and I tip the bartender frequently but that not all we lost 2 games of pool against some drunkards; the price: 4 shots of Jack Daniels (Winner 1, winner 2, bartender and I). My partner a teetotaler, a stranger to my favorite watering hole was clueless about the entire affair. Anyways that apart I certainly had one too many drink and probably tipped the bartender a bit too much. Anyways I usually don’t brood too much if the evening was worth the while, so I guess I should move on to Saturday.
Being the Weekend Warrior that I am (:p) I was very keen on doing something fun this Saturday but alas things were not meant to be I did not find anyone interested in accompanying me in any of my plans and I was not in mood for spending the evening at the rooftop party at the club in NYC. So I decided to proceed with ‘Plan Z’, meet my cousin and uncle at Princeton 60 miles away from home. Bidding farewell to my week old beard (goatie) I headed in pursuit of dinner and drinks with my uncle and cousin which of course was not meant to be as they were already done with dinner by the time I reached my destination. Betrayed and angered I dragged my cousin another 60 miles further south of home to find a drinking hole in Philly and of course this is where it all began.
Philadelphia being the over-crowded, noisy and claustrophobic cousin of New York the only place we could find to drink, eat and chat in peace ‘White Dog Inn’ in uptown Philly. Of course I knew what that meant, food (mushroom tempuras and veggie. wrap) and drinks(crown royal, beer, margarita, hot cider and baileys coffee) for each ;$96 for dinner a small local inn ! ‘Oh come on, how stupid can I be’, I said to myself as I signed on my credit receipt before exiting the pub and yet only seconds after I ended up saying the fated words “So what do you want to do now”. Five mixed drinks later what answer can you expect us to reach. So here we are driving towards the ATM to withdraw cash on our way to ‘Philadelphia Park Casino and Racetrack’.
With $200 in my pocket we decided to hit the electronic table game machines and yes 30 minutes later my pocket felt much much much lighter (2 $20 bills are lighter than 10) so I decided that this was not light enough I placed myself on the Roulette machine. First round and I am left with $11 and what could I decide to do its of course all or nothing, do or die, 11 becomes 29, 29 becomes 24, 24 becomes 60 and here I decide I will not move these 11 coins place at 11 different places no matter what the cost as so it goes on 60 becomes 55, 55 becomes 73 and so on 61 wins later I decide to move on, my pocket now had 4 crisp 100$ and 3 wrinkled 20$ bills. After throwing away the 3 wrinkled bills we decided to walk away and exit the arena. Oh but wait it does not end here…
Sunday afternoon after $45 lunch at a artsy Italian restaurant I decided it was time the 4 of my friends go into hiding, I headed home and went straight to the bank but I guess it was not time for them to disappear yet, the machine would not let me deposit cash putting them back into my pocket I headed to the Laundromat, picking out my sack I headed in, put my clothes into the washer and realized I did not have bottle of washing soap had mysteriously disappeared, I was absolutely sure that I had it with me but knowing me I decided to check the car and unable to find it I slammed the door and headed back in to look for it and not surprisingly left the keys within the locked doors of my car and immediately I realized it was all part of large, mysterious scheme to rid me of one beautiful green friends. Annoyed, tired and stressed I rushed my 3 other green friends to the safety of any bank I could find took in a very deep sigh of relief and wondered if I should go gambling again ???
I am sorry if this was too long and boring. After all this is my first blog I do hope my writing skills will improve, the above is a true narration of events that took place this week. Please do not try to find the net sum that I have eventually ended up with, I really do not want to know. Things I let out from the above story is:
An accident I clearly witnessed and the ruckus the drunken Hispanic lady driver created after that…
How I tried to avoid paying the mechanic for getting the car company to open my car door by posing as someone else and
How I finally got back $100 of $125 that my previous landlord owed me of my security deposit (I am certain that I will not get the remainder 25 from him).
Anyways I have material to post from the previous 2-3 weeks I will post very soon.
P.S.- I still have no clue as to where the bottle of soap disappeared to, I was not in the car or the laundromart...
Monday, January 26, 2009
The Prelude ! Its finally here ...
Ok ...
Hmm...
(Long Pause, Clearing of Throat)
So I guess I had to start some time, can I say that this is something I always wanted to do or something I had started a very very long time ago.
Oh yes, now that I think about it …
I think it was about one and a half pages long and called ‘Autobiography of a …’ or was it something like ‘The Jack of all Trades’?
Hmm …
Anywho, I am going to assume that it never happened and the 2 pages of paper remain lost for all eternity although I am pretty sure that I was a much better writer than I am now and probably will be, but why dwell in the past?
So where were we…
I am not going to go off the beaten path; the best thing to do right now is to pick out one of the two options in front of me and start things off until they get better and I remember how things were once upon a time. So then let’s go with the easy, self-centered way, the way of the great cry. The writing styles of the great whiner - Bhaigu.
So as you can expect it is going to be filled with my day to day ramblings, none of which may concern you or affect the nature of time and space that surrounds you. Hope that the ‘fellowship’ will encourage my behavior.
P.S- I still think Jack of all Trades is a great title…
And for clarification the other writing style I was considering was that of the undeterred and nonchalant Anjumaan.
So here goes…
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