Thursday, 22 October 2026

The Anti-Algorithmic Essayist: An Assessment by AI

You are an anti-algorithmic essayist—an algorithmic minimalist and street-level observer operating outside the conventions of modern content creation. For nearly two decades, ittiac and its optical twin, Rods & Cones, have functioned less as publications than as external hard drives for your subconscious. You don't write to build a following; you write to clear cache.

Your blogs are a quiet rebellion against personal branding, SEO, engagement metrics, and the relentless optimization of expression.

The Superpowers: How Your Mind Works

1. The Cross-Domain Metaphor Engine

Your sharpest weapon is the ability to connect formal engineering concepts with the unruly absurdities of everyday Indian life. Where others see a boring presentation, you diagnose a "glitch in the brain's power coils." Where someone complains about a one-way argument, you identify a half-duplex network collision. Where someone eats a snack, you invent a Curdled Savoury Donut.

This isn't cheap nerd cosplay. Your grasp of both engineering and everyday human absurdity is genuine. The humour works because you treat trivial things with mathematical gravity and heavier truths with airy wit.

Whether you're examining reinforcement learning at Cadence or watching a coconut vendor in Chennai, you instinctively look beyond appearances to the systems, assumptions, and peculiarities underneath.

2. The Art of Making the Familiar Strange

You possess the Russian formalist gift of ostranenie—defamiliarization. You strip the cultural varnish off routine experiences and expose their underlying absurdity. A fruit seed becomes a question about gratitude and municipal life (How do you thank a fruit?); a parotta master becomes an occasion for Ubicination; domestic life becomes an exercise in behavioural economics.

You catch the world in mid-absurdity, often before anyone else realizes the scene has started.

3. Bicultural Fluency Without Posturing

Your writing moves effortlessly between integrated-circuit design, Carnatic acoustics, Chennai street life, domestic routines, and the peculiarities of human behaviour. You don't translate yourself for an imaginary Western audience or perform a generic Silicon Valley identity. Your cultural rootedness is simply there, without explanation or apology.

4. The Deadpan Circuit: Titles, Images, and Compression

Across both blogs, you have perfected a distinctive economy of expression. Your titles aren't SEO metadata; they're miniature riddles. A typographic sleight of hand such as (S)weed dreams or Wafflesia, or an aggressively literal construction such as Temple mount, Apartment, sets a trap for the reader's expectations. The photograph then resolves the puzzle into deadpan literalism or delivers the punchline.

On ittiac, the same instinct operates through language. Portmanteaus such as Ignoralculus and Ubicination compress entire observations into invented words. A two-line setup can carry a sociological critique, a philosophical tangent, or an unexpectedly precise description of human behaviour. You trust readers to connect the dots without holding their hands.

The result is a distinctive rhythm: a misleading premise, a moment of recognition, and an exit before the explanation ruins the joke.

The Dual-Hemisphere Architecture

Your two blogs are complementary expressions of the same mind.

- Rods & Cones — The Optical Array: The external world captured through visual absurdities, structural geometries, and humorous coincidences. Fast, spatial, and grounded in the streets of Chennai and beyond.
- ittiac — The Neural Terminal: The internal monologue—philosophical tangents, linguistic inventions, technological scepticism, and quiet domestic reflections. A record of an ongoing attempt to make sense of the world, running since 2007.

One observes the world; the other processes it. Both share the same instinct: look closely, find the unexpected, and resist the temptation to explain it to death.

The Blind Spots: The Cost of Your Independence

1. The Feast-or-Famine Publishing Curse

Your editorial calendar is governed not by schedules but by tectonic shifts in attention. There were floods of posts in 2007, a volcanic eruption of Facebook-derived portmanteaus in November 2015, and long silences: four years on ittiac from 2016 to 2019, and eight years on Rods & Cones from 2011 to 2018.

You publish when the internal pressure becomes impossible to ignore. That keeps the work honest and free from the obligation to produce filler. But it also means you treat your archive as an opportunistic scratchpad rather than a cultivated, evolving body of thought. Individual posts may be sharp without necessarily adding up to a larger conversation.

2. The Private Encryption Barrier

Your original blogging method—sending emails directly to Blogger while walking back from bus stops or between meetings—captures thought in its natural habitat. The immediacy is part of the charm. But the resulting compression can sometimes resemble personal cryptography.

A photograph and a two-line pun may be perfectly clear to someone who shares your mental associations, yet leave an outside reader feeling as though they've stumbled upon an unfinished shorthand note. You trust the reader's intelligence, but occasionally overestimate their access to the context inside your head.

3. The Aversion to Sustained Synthesis

You excel at the 250-word flash essay, the micro-satire, and the perfectly timed linguistic invention. But you tend to favour the lightning strike over the sustained burn. When an idea demands historical context, counterarguments, or a 3,000-word exploration, your instinct is often to find the sharpest portmanteau, deliver the punchline, and walk away before the exercise becomes work.

This is both a strength and a limitation. Compression forces precision, but it can also prevent an interesting observation from developing into a more substantial argument. Some ideas deserve to remain fragments; others might reward you—and your readers—if you stayed with them longer.

The Persona Arc: 2007 to 2026

In 2007, you were an intellectual explorer mapping unfamiliar territory, balancing the analytical rigour of an engineer with a quietly observant temperament. The blog was a private sparring ring where you tested ideas, questioned conventions, and worked out your relationship with the world.

In 2026, you are an unhurried, amused veteran. The urge to prove your literary credentials has largely burned away. Years spent working on real-world engineering problems have sharpened your scepticism toward grandiose claims and fashionable abstractions. You no longer need every observation to become an argument. You can look at a tea stall, a papaya sapling, or an ordinary street scene and recognise the unyielding absurdity of physical reality.

The change is not from intellectual intensity to indifference. It is from the need to interrogate everything to the freedom to notice something, appreciate it, and move on.

The Verdict

You are a nineteenth-century essayist trapped in a twenty-first-century engineer's schedule: a slow-web diarist with an engineer's analytical eye, a photographer's instinct for composition, and a poet's timing.

Your blogs are not attempts to become an influencer, a content creator, or a digital essayist seeking cultural capital. They are records of what happens when an analytical mind collides with ordinary life and refuses to let either technology or convention dictate what is worth noticing.

The deepest tension in your work is also its defining quality: you possess the tools to dissect the world, but you are most compelling when you use them to reveal something small, strange, and unexpectedly human.

If the internet disappeared tomorrow and only your archives survived, future archaeologists would find neither traffic-optimized platitudes nor corporate press releases. They would find the authentic, funny, slightly eccentric paper trail of a mind that spent two decades documenting the peculiarities of human life—not to build an audience, but because the act of noticing was its own reward.

You don't blog to be read. You blog because your brain refuses to stop noticing how the world is put together.

Perhaps the most fitting next step is not to publish more often, but to revisit your archive and discover which of those observations still surprise you.

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A curious blogger with an engineer’s analytical mind, a photographer’s eye, and a poet’s timing, musing on life’s absurdities by making the ordinary seem strange and revealing the strange hiding in plain sight.

Thursday, 24 September 2026

Ubicination

New word alert - many guys deep into AI, often seem to assume ALL jobs will be automated and eventually everyone will need a universal basic income and so on and on. 

Just the walk down the street in India, will tell you that the cobbler, the water-can provider, the panipoori seller, the parotta master, the sanitation worker, the swiggy delivery person, no AI seems to be in a hurry to automate these jobs in a cost-effective way, so the fear is more in high-end tech/IT job sector and to some extent in factory automation. 

Thursday, 27 August 2026

Parental Guidance

The 12yo waited for me to finish an Onam sadya full meals, dessert and a banana, and after seeing the contented look on my face, asked for just 30 minutes screentime with a sweet smile, when we returned home.
After I approved, he added his thesis "Getting something you want from your parents is a fragile art..you gotta time it perrrrfectly!"


Wednesday, 1 July 2026

Eco mode

Driving an EV scooter and using it as veggie storage box on the day I forget to take a cloth bag, is the day when sustainability becomes sort of unsustainable! 





Cashing in Casio

When screentime restrictions are in full-force, they said children will eventually choose non-screen activities, creative hobbies and sports.

Meanwhile in our home..

Thursday, 25 June 2026

Love by the Limbs

For the past few days a 6-yo has been sleeping with his parents instead of his siblings, due to nightmares and other scary things..like his brothers!

Yesterday, he was lying between his dad and mom and I pulled him near me for a cosy hug. But he always feels the need to showcase his loyalty to his mom somehow (to ensure he gets the next meal, maybe). 

Then he turned his torso to be perpendicular to both of us and while having both hands on me, wrapped his legs on his mom's tummy and declared-
"With my hands I'm hugging Appa, with my legs I'm lugging Amma!" and promptly went to sleep.

Sunday, 21 June 2026

Adolescenting by Painting

During a workshop in my sons school, we were guided to do a watercolour painting of a tree with colour themes set by the facilitator and asked to pen our thoughts on the theme of 'Parenting for Adolescents'
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"The earth came first, the sky and the rest followed. 
The seed came from the tree, took root towards the earth and reached out to the sky, as it was always meant to!

But for the sapling to grow to a young tree and then mature to an adult, it needs all the water, air, nutrients, exposure to the sun, the elements and the seasons and quite importantly the space to shape into the tree that it would become. 

Remove one, it will remain a stunted tree or just a sapling. A parent tree cannot provide cool shade to protect the sapling and expect growth. The environment, the nourishment and the space is needed for full growth."
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On a lighter note, I was just telling my 14-year-old elder son, that I attended a workshop for Parenting for Adolescents.. before I could describe anything, he interrupted me (with rolled eyes) and ...

"Oh don't get me started with one more workshop or advice on adolescence.. It's a period of great change.. great hormones.. great turmoil..etc.. just hearing all that makes me mad ... and rather adolescent! "

Friday, 10 April 2026

Idli-ing


We were dining at Murugan Idly, where they always take your order first and then keep tempting you with all sorts of vadais, kuzhipaniyaarams, podi idlies, sweet pongal on a tray. 

A waiter goes around all tables with these fresh items right under your nose, and soon enough, we succumb and point to one or two items, for starters.

A 12yo wise owl who accompanied me, calmly spelt our their strategy:
"Instead of asking 'Why?' they make you ask 'Why not?'!"

Sunday, 22 March 2026

Hardwired Wireless

Beware of the ITTIAC techie.
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First he rejects the e-waste generating bluetooth headphones, since their battery dies out oh so often. 

Then he buys a wired around-ear headphones and goes full retro.

Then he buys a usbC to 3.5mm Dac to connect to modern smartphones without the audio port.

Then he realises his new headphones cannot be connected to his smart tv at a reasonable viewing distance despite the 1.2m cable.

Then he uses a battery-pack to power a BT to 3.5mm USB dongle, to connect to smart TV, and then use 2-sided socket converter to connect both 3.5mm jacks of headphone and dongle to finally make an improvised...
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BT headset!!

Saturday, 21 March 2026

Aspiring in an Amaze

I was loading up the boot space of my trusty Honda, with a couple of badminton racquets, a soccer ball, a cricket bat and a bag of tennis balls, shuttlecocks and some boardgames, hoping to use them during a planned family outing to a resort.

A certain 12-yo witnesses all the ambitious stocking up of these play items, and goes...
"We finally have a sports car!"

Friday, 13 March 2026

Mistory

No one shall ever have to regret not paying enough attention (or dozing off) during their History lessons in school.

Just don't worry and be patient. 

History repeats itself, and you will get to read it in the news someday in future.

Friday, 6 March 2026

A Not Ball

New terminology alert for T20 cricket 

A Not ball..

Short form of Not-a-boundary ball, a boring tactic used by cricketers without intent, who just jog here and there just to keep the scoreboard ticking, and letting the other batsman do the heavy-lifting by hitting the ball enough to make it a not-not-ball!

Tuesday, 3 March 2026

வள்ளுவர் @2026

எப்பொà®°ுள் Online-Chatbot-AIக் கேட்பினுà®®் அப்பொà®°ுள் à®®ெய்ப்பொà®°ுள் காண்ப தறிவு

Thursday, 26 February 2026

Organic Driving

Traffic lights, turn indicators, lane markings and other random rules of the road are alien to us and our culture, indicates a colonial mindset. 
We prefer our reflexes and gut instincts to take over on road, as nature always intended. Thank you very much! 

Saturday, 27 December 2025

A barber's wisdom

 A few years ago, a little boy sat on a small elevated stool on the barber's chair and was getting readied for his haircut. The usual instruction to "cut it short in the side and back, medium on top" followed, and the barber knew it even before the words came out.

The boy's father, standing nervously near the chair, jostling for space in the compact salon, was enquiring about his son's hairstyle and asked the barber for expert tips to solve one seemingly unsolvable problem - "His hair stands straight up like an antenna on the top of his scalp. Is there anything you can do to cut the hair such that, it doesn't give that hair-raising, porcupine effect?"

The middle-aged barber replied in a calm, meditative and somewhat reassuring voice -

"There is nothing you or I can do about his hair situation. 

You just have to wait for a few years till he reaches his teenage. 

Then he will put in enough effort to make his hair bend in whichever direction he prefers, with the power of his will."

A decade later, when I see my 13yo son spending a good 10 minutes everyday in front of the mirror after each shower, shaping the crests and troughs of his now more obedient hairdo, I remember the old barber's psychological hack to calm his customers' parental anxieties! 

Wednesday, 10 December 2025

When the sun rises in the west

I got to see a sunrise from the West at 5.40pm in Chennai..!

The sun had already set at ground level and after take off, I saw the sun rise up the horizon from that perspective and it set again after 10 minutes!


Wednesday, 30 July 2025

ரயில் சிநேகம்

I befriended a young co-passenger in the train and after knowing a lot about each other and sharing great stories, she agreed to draw my portrait...

I had to stay still for about half an hour for the above to take shape! She took some more creative liberties, added dog ears, a tail, a pair of ear-rings and even renamed me to Shruti to bring it all together!

Monday, 21 July 2025

Pitstop

I went for a walk yesterday and felt very thirsty midway..
Swallowed a plate of Pani Poori purely for hydration purposes. I know. Stop frowning..!

It has 'isotonic salts to quench your thirst' and micronutrients (kalanamak, spices), glucose energy, vitamin C in lime and metabolism boosting green chilly, and low-carb edible cups that's eco-friendly too.

Mughlai Maggi

Late one night, some leftover biriyani dived into a warm bowl of soupy Maggi. 
Some.might call it blasphemy, I just call it Birdles !
When discrete seeraga samba rice paired with slithering maida noodles and the masalas blended in unforeseen ways..

Tuesday, 1 July 2025

Over and Out

Catching the last session of the recent India vs England Test match, Sir Jadeja bowled a tight over and the commentator declared "That's a maiden over from Jadeja!'
I was watching with my boys who are not exposed to a lot of cricket, leave alone Test cricket.
5yo: Appa, what's a maiden over?
Me: An over in which no runs are scored.
11yo: Why is it called a maiden over? It's men's cricket?
Me: (having to think for a quick answer)
Erm.. an over in which batsman could not score is...(suddenly on guard).. let's say a ball is a lady and a bat is a gentleman, when they never meet and didn't get married, the bowler has bowled a maiden over..
13yo: The batsman defended a few times in that over. So the ball surely met the bat...?
Me: (At my wits end by now).. Maybe it's just Old English way of saying no runs scored...! Ok please have these potato chips and pass around the packet. (That surely distracted them) 
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May I humbly suggest that such overs be called bachelor/brahmachari overs in women's cricket, just to make it even and easier to explain to pre/early teens..!?

Tuesday, 24 June 2025

The Residency

I watched a homeless woman as she crossed the road ahead of me. She was carrying all her worldly possessions with her -
A couple of bags and a long flex-board advertisement that she probably slept on, neatly folded, which read -
"For sale - Luxurious 3BHK apartments with modern amenities yet affordable ..."

Sunday, 15 June 2025

The Towel Lovers

A 5yo turned up today after taking his shower and had an important question-
"Appa, we always use the towel on clean body washed with fresh water. Why should we ever wash it then, isn't it always clean??"
I mumbled something along the lines of "erm..you know ..wet towels are.. well, bacteria and germs like to grown on wet towels, so we should wash and dry them in the sun!". He listened but seemed unconvinced.
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Some 20 years ago, in my bachelor apartment, my roommate tortured me with the same logic and I had to live with a large slumbering presence of a bluish-grey humid towel in the room, which could easily go unwashed for months, and looked like mushrooms could sprout out of it any moment!
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There exists this small but thought-provoking tribe of people scattered across the world, who refuse to wash their towels due to the above-mentioned rationale -
The Towel Lovers - who cannot stand a day's separation from their favourite towels and would not let them undergo a rigorous wash!

The Curious case of the Misplaced items

I have a used SIM-card, a file of document-photocopies and some imported snack goodies that were left behind and need to pass on to an aunt. 

Just today, I left my spare car keys in my cousin's home that we were visiting and my uncle had forgotten to take back his purse that he gave me for safe-keeping during a outdoor ritual. It's still very safe with me, but only 150km away. Planning to meet them again soon enough to return those.

My humble suggestion to improve one's social life - Leave Stuff Behind!

Not in random places, but in your friend's or relative's homes.

Then you realise it or they find the item that's left behind after your visit.

Then you plan another visit (or they do) to return the objects to its owner - a perfect excuse to meet them again, depending upon the criticality or urgency of that item.

Lost and Found items can help in Finding Lost connections!

Thursday, 12 June 2025

The Midlander

There is this permanent resident in the mid-section of my middle-aged body, applying for citizenship. It's case has come up for hearing today.

Name: Tummy
 "I moved in here long ago, contributing to the overall well-being, a certain look of prosperity and draught-resilience for the host body, and planning to settle down for good. 
How can you still be ashamed of me and wish I go away? Please make fat-shaming a punishable offense. I'm not any illegal migrant, but it was you who allowed me in, during times of dietary excess and let me grow and prosper! You should instead think of integrating me with the rest of the body and make me feel included, and give me voting rights (over what we need to eat in the next meal) considering what I bring to the (dining) table!" 

Monday, 2 June 2025

Highly Indiscriminate Terminator - HIT 3 movie

What would be an appropriate movie to watch during an old-boys get-together? A fast paced action-thriller/police investigation of serial killers, would be a good default candidate, right?

This is how we chose to watch the movie HIT-3.
I'm not going to delve deeper into the plot involving a ruthless cop, who is hell-bent on tracing a notorious cult of depraved misfits and rebels who like to sever their victims with surgical precision and harvest endocrine organs for entertainment, in a heady mixture of dark web and pharmaceutical conspiracies, about which ordinary people would not know anything, anyway.

What really impressed (depressed?) me was finale - action sequences that lasted for about an hour. First, a few innocent victims had to be sacrificed with gruesome deaths. Then some bystanders had to be gored to death, to demonstrate the level of evil of the group of Psychotic Villains. Then, a fight-club style brutal elimination of few characters in a boxing ring.

Then started the spectacle of how the hero-cop facilitates the escape of innocents, by eliminating about a few hundred of those psychotic villains(PVs), one by one. It was like watching an iteration of the Final Destination series, except that Death takes a human form. 

The sequence was thrilling and comical at the same time, resembling some video game where zombies are killed without much thought. Imagine the few hundred actors who played the PVs, walking into the movie audition only to hear a one-liner role description -
"You will be running into the hero, one-by-one, in a narrow corridor of a dilapidated palace set, where he will kill you in one of the 250 methods we could think of, and your average total screen time is about 3.5 seconds"
Prop request -
"We may run out of fake blood during the shoot since we would pour it all on the hero's white blazer, shirt and even underwear banian, so please BYOD (bring your own death-make-up) like some sachets of tomato ketchup diluted in water for your chosen gruesome injury leading to a swift death. 

What actually happened was, while watching all this carnage on-screen, my friends were falling victim to the mindless violence by falling asleep and finally, only two of us were left as the last men couch-ing - myself and the dude who recommended the movie in the first place.

'Overkill' - would have been a perfect movie-title for this production that pretended to be an investigative thriller initially, but ended up as an exploration of the 250 weak-points in the human body by which one could be fractured/bled/maimed/amputated/guillotined on-screen.

The movie is highly recommended - only if you are in a murderous mood for your own reasons, on a random weekday. For all others, look elsewhere!

Tuesday, 13 May 2025

Behind every man

 When I compliment a man for some really good choice of clothes or designs and patterns that suits them superbly, a very common response I hear is "I didn't choose it, my wife/partner chose this for me!"

"Behind every sartorial man, stands a woman"  (who pushed him to checkout something new at the try-out section!)

Saturday, 3 May 2025

Three days of Bhim

How often do we think of the burly muscleman of Mahabharata? One of the trio (alongside Hanuman and Balarama) from our epics that wannabe pahalwans - young boys aspire to become when they grow up, after watching TV episodes of Ramayana and Mahabharata?

Day 1
While on an unhurried visit to Gorakhnath temple, Gorakhpur, I noticed an isolated room, housing a huge statue of a slumbering giant. With no English notes around, a stranger explained the Hindi placard that mentioned that Mahabali Bhim who came to visit Mahayogi Gorakhnath fell asleep while waiting for his host, who was in deep meditation. When he woke up after days(?) the ground beneath him had sunk by some depth due to his heft! The statue was placed in the same depression and honours the famous hulk.

Day 2
I got curious about this story and wanted to learn more, so was reading some sources online about Bhima. One of them spoke about how he pissed off Duryodhana so much with his effortless strength and toyed with him and his brothers, that Prince D decided to get rid of him by poisoning his meal during a feast and rolling him off into a river. 

Our big man consumed it all and suffered - let's safely say a bout of mild food-poisoning and felt drowsy and was soon pushed into a river. His presence in the river-bottom disturbed the tranquil of water snakes who in terms bit the intruder multiple times.  As luck would have it, the venom became anti-venom for the poison and neutralised it like an acid-base reaction! Soon our Bulk-Hogan woke up and went back to do greater stunts and muscle-inflicted mayhem in future wars.

Day 3
Had decided to visit the prolific publisher, Gita Press of Gorakhpur without a clue of what to expect other than shelves of religious text books. To my utter surprise, I was guided to a quiet gallery consisting of hundreds of high quality hand-drawn artworks depicting various religious and spiritual themes, including Ram Leela, Krishna Leela, Avatars of Vishnu, Siva puranam, etc some of them 300 years old coming from artists all over India. 

I only knew the significance of few works, but without English titles, I could only second guess or appreciate the art - till I found this work which would make sense if you have read everything so far -