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Chinese yet interesting?

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Been a couple of days since I bought this ultra cheap/portable Chinese net-book from ebay for my son. Advertised as “Mini Laptop 7” Netbook PC Notebook WinCE v6.0 WIFI”, this machine came with 128mb RAM and a NAND Flash of 2Gb. Knew before buying that WinCE OS was not something really amazing. Yet was curious. Had been putting off my plans to buy an e-book reader for sometime, when along this came and I bought it.

But “Curiosity did not kill the Cat” !!!

I love this machine.

It comes with an ARM VIA WM8505 processor, a 128 MB RAM and 2GB NAND Flash as hard drive, 7″ LCD Screen,3 USB ports,1 LAN port,2 jacks for headphone and mic,an SD Card slot and WIFI ! The OS is WinCE 6.0, not very impressive.Programs running on Win XP won’t run on WinCE 6.0.So is this machine useful or just brick?

It boots up pretty quick within 30 secs.

These are the list of software that are installed on my son’s 7″ laptop.

a. Media Player – TCMP
b. PDF Reader – Foxit Reader
c. Textmaker from Softmaker Office 2006
d. MMCE Comics Reader
e. Mobi Reader
f. SCUMM
g. DJVUPPC for reading DJVU documents
h. CHM Reader
i. PythonCE

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November 19, 2010 at 12:17 pm

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Jiddu Krishnamurti

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Commentaries On Living Series 1
Chapter 7
’THE RICH AND THE POOR’
IT WAS HOT and humid and the noise of the very large town filled the air. The breeze from the sea was warm, and there was the smell of tar and petrol. With the setting of the sun, red in the distant waters, it was still unyieldingly hot. The large group that filled the room presently left, and we went out into the street.

The parrot, like bright green flashes of light, were coming home to roost. Early in the morning they flew to the north, where there were orchards, green fields and open country, and in the evening they came back to pass the night in the trees of the city. Their flight was never smooth but always reckless, noisy and brilliant. They never flew straight like other birds, but were forever veering off to the left or the right, or suddenly dropping into a tree. They were the most restless birds in flight, but how beautiful they were with their red beaks and a golden green that was the very glory of light. The vultures, heavy and ugly, circled and settled down for the night on the palm trees.

A man came along playing the flute; he was a servant of some kind. He walked up the hill, still playing, and we followed him; he turned into one of the side street, never ceasing to play. It was strange to hear the song of the flute in a noisy city, and its sound penetrated deep into the heart. It was very beautiful, and we followed the flute player for some distance. We crossed several streets and came to a wider one, better lighted. Farther on, a group of people were sitting cross-legged at the side of the road, and the flute player joined them. So did we; and we all sat around while he played. They were mostly chauffeurs, servants, night watchmen, with several children and a dog or two. Cars passed by, one driven by a chauffeur; a lady was inside, beautifully dressed and alone,with the inside light on. Another car drew up; the chauffeur got out and sat down with us. They were all talking and enjoying themselves, laughing and gesticulating, but the song of the flute never wavered, and there was delight.

Presently we left and took a road that led to the sea past the well-lit houses of the rich. The rich have a peculiar atmosphere of their own. However cultured, unobtrusive, ancient and polished, the rich have an impenetrable and assured aloofness, that inviolable certainty and hardness that is difficult to break down. They are not the possessors of wealth, but are possessed by wealth, which is worse than death. Their conceit is philanthropy; they think they are trustees of their wealth; they have charities, create endowments; they are the makers, the builders, the givers. They build churches, temples, but their god is the god of their gold. With so much poverty and degradation, one must have a very thick skin to be rich. Some of them come to question, to argue, to find reality. For the rich as for the poor, it is extremely difficult to find reality. The poor crave to be rich and powerful, and the rich are already caught in the net of their own action; and yet they believe and venture near. They speculate, not only upon the market, but upon the ultimate. They play with both, but are successful only with what is in their hearts. Their beliefs and ceremonies, their hopes and fears have nothing to do with reality, for their hearts are empty. The greater the outward show, the greater the inward poverty.

To renounce the world of wealth, comfort and position is a comparatively simple matter; but to put aside the craving to be, to become, demands great intelligence and understanding. The power that wealth gives is a hindrance to the understanding of reality, as is also the power of gift and capacity. This particular form of confidence is obviously an activity of the self; and though it is difficult to do so,this kind of assurance and power can be put aside. But what is much more subtle and more hidden is the power and the drive that lie in the craving to become. Self-expansion in any form, whether through wealth or through virtue, is a process of conflict, causing antagonism and confusion. A mind burdened with becoming can never be tranquil, for tranquillity is not a result either of practice or of time. Tranquillity is a state of understanding, and becoming denies this understanding. Becoming creates the sense of time, which is really the postponement of understanding. The ”I shall be” is an illusion born of self-importance.

The sea was as restless as the town, but its restlessness had depth and substance, The evening star was on the horizon. We walked back through a street crowded with buses, cars and people.A man lay naked and asleep on the sidewalk; he was a beggar, exhausted, fatally undernourished,and it was difficult to awaken him. Beyond lay the green lawns and bright flowers of a public garden.

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August 23, 2010 at 7:21 pm

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One Hundred ‘Best’ Books For an Eductation

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The One Hundred “Best” Books For an Education from The Greatest Minds and Ideas of All Time by Will Durant

The Greatest Minds and Ideas of All Time by Will Durant

“Let me have seven hours a week,” Durant says, “and I will make a scholar and a philosopher out of you; in four years you shall be as well educated as any new-fledged Doctor of Philosophy in the land.”

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August 23, 2010 at 5:57 pm

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A Treasure Trove for a growing child

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A Child’s First Library of Learning is a series of books originally published by Gakken Co. Ltd.(translated and published in North America by Time-Life in the late 1980s to the late 1990s).

A Child's First Library of Learning Out of the 24 books my son Venuprasad has the good fortune to own 13 of them. There are some rare books shops in Chennai.There is one such in East Tambaram where this collectiVenuprasadon was bought for a paltry price of Rupee 60 each!

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February 27, 2010 at 2:31 pm

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Read these books before your eventual demise

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Shardik – Richard Adams

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The World of Mathematics: A Four-Volume Set by James R. Newman

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Vol I
Vol II
Vol III
Vol IV

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February 6, 2010 at 6:29 pm

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Best of OST

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February 6, 2010 at 12:46 pm

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Some books that I own as Dead Tree edition

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The Master and MargaritaMoby DickThe Soul of a New MachineHeart of DarknesThe Catcher in the RyeFoucault's PendulumBrave New WorldBrave New WorldBrave New WorldBrave New WorldAt Swim-Two-BirdsSVEJKZenLila

  1. The Master and Margarita – Mikhail Bulgakov
  2. Moby Dick – Herman Melville
  3. Soul of a New Machine – Tracy Kidder
  4. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
  5. The Catcher in the Rye – J.D.Salinger
  6. Foucault’s Pendulum – Umberto Eco
  7. Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
  8. The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy – Laurence Sterne
  9. Barefoot in the Head – Brian Aldiss
  10. Adrian Mole from Minor to Major – Sue Townsend
  11. The Creative Process: Reflections on the Invention in the Arts and Sciences – Brewster Ghiselin
  12. At Swim-Two-Birds – Flann O’ Brien
  13. The Good Soldier SVEJK – Jaroslav Hasek
  14. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance -Robert M. Pirsig
  15. Lila: An Inquiry Into Morals – Robert M. Pirsig
  16. The Travels of Jaimie McPheeters – Robert Lewis Taylor

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August 8, 2006 at 6:05 am

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