Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The girl of someone else's dreams...

Hello friends. Nice to see you're still visiting my blog. Most people do not actually understand the word "comment" altogether and hence end up writing the complete version of the traditional "ஆயா வடை சுட்ட கதை" as a mollifying acknowledgement of their readership to my blog… And what do you know?? The other readers consider it better than my blog posts [Of course, they may be right]. So, with a highly meek request to you to continue to read my blog, I hereby continue to write my blog.

The post carried in this page is a textual version of a train journey. It's modified at many a place in order that I may escape prosecution. So, if you do think you can decipher the contents, please give up your plans. To everyone else, please proceed [you too!]…

Date: 20/8/2010    Time: 10 pm
I bought a ticket that allows me to travel from Coimbatore Junction to Tambaram, after waiting for about 15 minutes in a queue. On going to the help desk to check what platform my beloved 2682 lands on, I met a girl who, I thought, wanted me to get her a seat in the train. Anyway, I went to the platform, waded my way through men, women and children and got myself a bottle of drinking water. I went off to the farthest end of the platform to the place where they might pull the unreserved carriage up. This isn't new to me for I have spent a tenth of my life in General coaches.

            Time: 11 pm
The train arrived and saved my life. When the bogey was chugging at about 20 kmph, I ran beside it and hastily jumped into the train [ignoring the bruise on my leg that came as a compliment to such a heroic act]. I procured an extra seat by the window, opposite my own, just in case. It was then I learnt that the girl, who was reportedly dying to travel with me, said she'd rather die than travel with me [Well, girls do have brains]. Well, I now have a seat for my own butt and for someone who's out of his luck.

            Time: 11.25 pm
The lights were turned on 10 minutes ago and we were getting a bit of a crowd. No one dared to plunder the surplus seat I took. It was then a girl came inside the coach and wondering if she'd caught the right train, sat 50 cm away from me. Pretty, mature and calm, she picked up her cell phone. "HELLO அம்மா? Seat கெடச்சிருச்சு… இல்ல மா. No woman in sight… பாக்கலாம்... சரி… ம்ம்ம்… சொல்றேன்… Ok மா, அப்பாகிட்ட சொல்லிடு… ம்ம்ம்… சரி, bye…" [Readers, please note here that the length of the call was not more than 2 minutes]. Then she dived into her cell and in that process didn't notice that her backpack had fallen from her lap to about 15 cm from where I sat. I took the bag, gave it to her and said," Excuse me, this seat is not taken. If you can feel more comfortable here, please take it", pointing to the surplus seat. "Oh, thank you", she said and smiled. But even after I made room for her by placing my bag on the upper deck, she didn't seem to move… Talking… I waved my hand at her to which she replied by pointing at me a finger- her forefinger [not the middle finger, as you might have expected], signaling "Just a sec".

5 minutes and she was still talking. An elderly person came up to me and asked me if the seat I was safeguarding was already taken. Figuring out that she didn't notice me, I gave him the seat. யோவ், கெழவா… நல்ல வாய்ப்ப நாசப்படுத்திட்டியேய்யா!!!

            Time: 11.50 pm
The train started moving and her cell phone's reception started weakening [Because of this, you might think that her service provider is BSNL. But this is where I tell you that BSNL connections do not fail when the train is moving. They fail even if you are standing on top of the booster tower itself. Proof: My cell]. அப்புறம் பேசறேன்… She cut the call [which, by now, clocked 20 minutes]. By the count of that, I found out that it was possibly her boyfriend or her husband. But no… If it were her husband, she'd have dominated the speech or at least threatened to kill him, at least once during the call. So, it is safe to presume that it's her boyfriend.

"அய்யா… நீங்க கொஞ்சம் அங்க உக்கார முடியுமா?", she asked the old man, pointing at her X-seat. The Methuselah refused to move. I asked him to move as well thinking that I may somehow have a chance. Nope... The girl held a stern face and went back. The guy next to the girl asked me to switch places with the girl [From this, I came to the conclusion that he is a misogynist or much worse, gay]. அச்சுதா! Do NOT budge. She can rather sit next to a faggot rather than opposite to the baldie who ruined my night… It started drizzling and the old guy's seat was getting wet [due to the rain from outside!!]. He tried to shut the window but in vain. No matter who tried, the window refused to lower beyond a point. கெழவா… சாவுடா!

I started looking at her and later, she looked back at me. With a cryptic smile, she said," Water is pouring in through your window as well". In a trance, I replied," Yeah… sure…". "What the F??!!". The old guy's window was almost closed, while mine was almost open… Shit!! I leapt up and closed my window and cleaned my seat. In a note of service, I closed his window too. He smiled at me…

I texted all my friends "Good night", and "Happy journey" to those going home just like me. Then, again, I started looking at her. This is where the idea to write a post about the journey sprouted.

She was [as said before] pretty, calm and definitely attractive. Many may not find her so, but living in GCT for 3 years made me think that way… She was wearing a T-shirt with a white collar and bands of colour running horizontally. Over that, a chocolate-coloured sweater. A dust-coloured trouser with about 244 pockets on it, and sandals… The phone she was holding was Sony Ericsson W595. It glowed in the sides elegantly. I love that phone [Ok… Enough with the phone! Get back to the girl!!]. Her hands were small and cute and the nails were as white as snow [Well, not really. It's just a dumb simile]. A closer look at her hands revealed more. Her hand was on her lap and her fingers laid straight. There were some small arteries running along her metacarpals, much like underground electric cables- clumsily oriented, carelessly branched, conveniently placed and incompletely inhumed. The nails of her feet were sheeny with pink polish and were comfy inside the peach-coloured sandals…

Date: 21/8/2010    Time: 12.30 am
The guy next to her [Yes… the same guy] started a conversation with her. From that, I learnt that she did her engineering at Kongu Engg. College, schooling at SRV and is now employed with CTS, Kovai. He was throwing questions at her [in a species of English, even my PETERish butler friends are ashamed of] and she was reluctantly, yet patiently answering them… Poor girl. I lent my ears to them. Since it got more boring than my Power System Analysis classes, I took out my LabVIEW textbook and browsed through pages. In less than a minute, I fell asleep…

            Time: 1.10 am
I woke up. The guy was still talking to her and she was almost on the verge of sleep [one can also conclude that 5 more minutes of his speech would send her spiraling into a coma]. This frustrated me. I turned towards them and projected my face as though I was intricately interested in his speech. In a couple of minutes he turned to me and jerked his head implying "What do you want?". I took a deep breath and said," How old are you, sir?". By this time, she came out of her sleep and took note of me. "What?", he said. "I said, how old are you, sir?", I repeated. "41. Why do you ask?", he said. "வண்டி இருகூர் தாண்டும்போது பேச ஆரம்பிச்சீங்க. இப்போ திருப்பூர் தாண்டிடுச்சு. இன்னும் பேசிகிட்டே இருக்கீங்க? So, I thought you're age should be about 81… 40 வயசு கொறச்சு சொல்றீங்க??", came my words. That's it! His face turned red in anger. I didn't even notice it, for the same words sent the girl into huge bursts of laughter… She was really cute. She bent down and took something- MY LABVIEW BOOK- from under my seat and gave it to me with a small "Thanks" sandwiched in her smile. I accepted my textbook and returned her "Thanks".

            Time: 2 am
Friends, one of the many peculiar things you might notice about me- Whilst I'm asleep, I tend to coil up in such a manner that the English alphabet S or Z might seem comparatively straight.

Everyone was asleep in my bay. I woke up sluggishly. My head was inclined on the window, my left leg deep under the opposite seat and my right leg, on the throat of the guy opposite me! I lifted it immediately [he didn't notice it anyway]. Slept off again…

            Time: 4.30 am
Sleep you couldn't even think of in an AC coach will come down your way in a dereserved coach… Mmm… I stretched to relieve myself and ஐயோ!!! My right leg hit the old guy's abdomen straight! "அய்யா? அய்யா!", I called towards the old guy. No response! அவ்ளோதானா? பெருசு போயிடுச்சா? Attempt to murder! 14 years in jail! Halt at Jolarpettai- the grandpa woke up to the sounds of "காப்பி! காப்பி!!". At last… I don't have to go to jail. "தம்பி காப்பி சாப்புட்ரியளா?", he asked me while getting a cup of that murky liquid for himself. "இல்ல வேண்டாங்கையா… நீங்க உயிர் பொழச்சதே எனக்கு போதும்", said I. "என்ன?", he said. "ஒண்ணும் இல்லீங்கய்யா", I concluded.

            Time: 7. 45 am
It was Perambur and I completed my sleep for the night. The girl woke up, rubbed her face with her hands and straightened her hair. 15 minutes passed by. Chennai Central, it was. Everyone started getting up. I waited for her. Just as she got up, I took my bag from the deck and put it on. I was right behind her detraining. There was this mirror on the way- I looked at myself, sharp as usual and not a tad of hair out of position. The mirror started to give out a crack and I decided to get away. I caught a sight of her and decided to follow her. I did so like an ant did its predecessor. At the portico of Central station, she turned back casually and found that I was behind her. "Hey, what are you doing, following me everywhere?", she asked angrily. Hiding my guilt and the thought that she was prettier when angry, I replied, "What makes you think I'm following you? What do I look like? Your bodyguard??"… She turned back and went into the station as though catching the next train back to Coimbatore. I saw her till she was gone. I went on, crossed rail-tracks and caught a Tambaram train at Park. Life's better at Coimbatore, ain't it?

            Time: 8.30 am
I got off at my place- Palavanthangal, when I was confronted with my 12th Maths teacher, who apparently got down from the same train. She smiled at me and I said, "சௌக்கியமா, mam??"

After contemplating with myself for about a day, I came up with this primer that might help someone with his life. The statements 1 to 5 are globally agreed laws that they have become axioms. Statements 6 to 8, I've gathered from my college life. They have been accepted in 16 countries as of now and are in the phase of expansion everywhere else. Statements 9 and 10, mostly true, I've cooked up to save myself and my male readers!

10 most embellished laws of female existence: 
  1. Truth is illegal.
  2. Honesty is NOT the best policy.
  3. Sense is a last minute survival strategy.
  4. A smile can save the day.
  5. Pink teddy bears and "Hello kitty" toys can solve any crisis, including GLOBAL WARMING.
  6. The prettier the girl the uglier her handwriting.
  7. The more marks a girl scores, the weaker she is in her subjects.
  8. If the person in salwar smiles at you, don't worry. She's just a blood-thirsty martian. You can trust her wholly and can even bequeath your wallet onto her. If she looks at you and smiles at somewhere else, she is an ISO standard earthly woman. Get as far away from her as possible.
  9. Always show that you're helpful and do help at the right moment.
  10. Look at yourself once in a while. It's not good if you're looked at by girls too much, or if you aren't looked at by girls at all.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

The Butterfly's Effect

Hello friends. This post, I intend to finish very short, because
•    My previous post, as my friends said, didn’t end until their PCs crashed.
•    This post wasn’t primarily intended to be one.

The content of this post is the excretion of my mind, after watching the movie, THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT. The movie is based on Chaos Theory which states that “A catastrophic event such as you failing in your semester exams may be related to a subtle event as your dog taking a piss”. If you can’t see how, look at where you’re dog is peeing [Yes… On your DIGITAL SIGNAL PROCESSING textbook!!].

Ok. Fun’s over. The movie was great, and greater than that was its storyline. After watching it I wrote on my journal what I felt life is. It may not be related to what the movie came to say. But it’s a little more sensitive than my other posts. I write this post as a reply to my close friend, whose girlfriend once asked him what life is [and to which he himself replied- LIFE IS, MAKING OTHERS HAPPY].

Life… is a string of events in which, to each and every person, he/she plays the pivotal role; the outcome of the events dependent on one’s approach towards them and the effects of the events dependent on his/her attitude. So it’s not totally different or independent, one’s thoughts and one’s actions are. It is who we are [to ourselves] AND what we do [to others] that matters. Because almost always, not only do you need to make others happy, you need to make yourself happy too. And it’s completely sensible that you can be the most able and appropriate person to make yourself happy, for if you are not happy, you can never really make others feel that way. It could be possible that you get more than one chance at many things in life; that would definitely help us turn around, and turn things around, make up for stuff that we did. But when it comes to life itself, you’ve only got one chance at it. No rewind, no turning back and definitely no next time. You’ve got only one shot- a clear, definitive one. And this makes the whole event, or for that case, the whole life worth it. So, the definition of life, in itself, cannot be crisp as the so-called ‘string’, now becomes a complicated ‘web’. The thing about life is that the more complex, insane, brutal and senseless it seems, the more simple, brilliant, humane and full of sense it becomes. It all depends on how you see things. Nobody is blocking your view; nobody is preventing you from doing something. The only thing that could put a limit to you is yourself. That doesn’t mean that there can be no limits. It’s actually the most amazing thing hidden in the sentence as well as in life. You are the only person capable of defining yourself, setting your limits and therefore the only person who knows exactly where you need to place your barricades. Life, thus, becomes a continuous learning process, where one learns lessons from both nature and time, which means however similar the situations may be, what you’ve learnt is never equal to what the one sitting next to you has learnt. If you think life is unfair, you’ve just missed a day’s lesson, that’s all. But remember, each and every lesson is important to learn the next. And every lesson tells you somewhere that there is another one waiting. Nothing ever goes waste or wrong. And if you really do get this, then you can understand that it’s these lessons that lead us all to our one common goal- perfection.

If you think the post is going nowhere, that’s because there was a cockroach in the food I just ate now. And if you think it is useful, that’s because you have a large vacancy in your cerebrum. I didn’t say that… Chaos theory did!

Congratulations... You're fired!!!

After long hours of thinking, about writing a post on human evolution, my mind evolved into a creature that was so clear in its idea that I'm totally incapable of thinking, let alone writing. So, with this purity i thought, i gulped down 2 weeks of classes of my last year at college, when i was made to face something i despised very much- interviews.

Interviews are one of the very few things that remind us that there exist intelligent beings in this universe besides humans- HRs. HRs are those organisms which look like humans, speak like humans and almost think like humans, but differ from humans in that the questions they pose to the students is totally out of the limits of human comprehension.


HR Question [asked by a recruiter of an IT major to a Civil engineering student]-
Give me the characteristic equation given by Einstein on the theory that explains the prevention of the phenomenon that turns the hair inside the nose white?

  • Does hair inside the nose really turn white?
  • Even if it does, how do we actually find it out?
  • We know that Einstein had a lot of hair all over his head. But did he really have hair in his nose?
  • If what Einstein proposed is a theory, why does it contain an equation?
Answer expected:
We know that Einstein invented the theory of relativity. So, relatively speaking, even if the hair in his nose turns white, its relatively less significant than the problems the world faces today, like unemployment, signal problems in Apple iphone 4.0 and Vijay movies, even to Einstein's relatives.

Anyone who doesn't give the correct answer is rejected and those very few who cook up the exact words are selected... for the next round [which involves more complicated questions on hair- in other parts of the body].

My interview wasn't that bad. It was the first professional interview of my life. The name of the company is COMMVAULT. When giants of Indian business take up almost a semester and about 15 venues for the entire recruitment process [for the record, Saint Gobain has its preliminary tests at Coimbatore, GD and 1st interview at Mysore and the final interview at San Francisco and the workplace is in the MOON, with an expanse of 1 month between each other, time enough to forget the name of the company itself], commvault just took one venue on one day.

It was a bright sunny day at 10 am on 18th July 2010, but since I was inside the auditorium at about 8 am, the weather wasn’t particularly sunny. Also, my friends and I were flanked by Swetha, a WELLWISHER, who, well, wished us just before we entered the audi. The crowd in the audi was not much, so it would be a pity calling it a crowd. There were about 100 students- 10 from EEE, 10 from ECE, and about 40 each from CSE and IT branches. We presented ourselves in formals [The last time I remember wearing formals was when I was admitted to this college] and we occupied our seats.
At 9, came our placement officer Mrs. Lakshmiprabha and about 15 minutes later, came 2 delegates from COMMVAULT- one, short and plumpy- a Ms. Suma Seshadri, and another, tall and plumpy- a Mr. Amitosh Misra. They shook hands with our placement officer [and by the size of Mr. Misra, I could’ve easily guessed that it would have taken him no pains to have crushed frail Mrs. Lakshmi‘s hand anyway] and took turns at the mic.
Mrs. Lakshmi: Good morning to one and all present here [This is the standard dialogue of anyone who heralds a mic in GCT]. First of all, I welcome you students for actively [it should be noted here that 3 students of the first row had already fallen asleep] participating in the campus recruitments, and I wish you all the best. I’m very glad to welcome Commvault and its representatives to our campus [I could see the representatives, but there was hardly a sign of Commvault anywhere]. We actually missed Commvault last year, and we’re very happy to have it as our first recruiter.
Then Ms. Seshadri and Mr. Misra took turns in explaining to a 100 persons, who the other person was and what the person does at the workplace and with the thinking cap of a 6-year old, I can very well claim that my presentation at MIT was way better than theirs at GCT. Mr. Misra began with thanks and said that with Mrs. Lakshmi around, we students didn’t have to worry about placements and that we were in good hands [I wanted to double-check her hands]. Commvault is basically a data management company that creates software that, well, manages data [which the programmers at Commvault fail to do].
Data, in computers, is organized in digital form [0’s and 1’s] primarily because the other numbers are easier to memorise [Try to memorise your 10110th crush’s phone number in binary]. Also, such data is present in servers, instead of stand-alone PCs so that it offers a saving of space in their hard-disks by negotiating the office workspace in the form of gigantic towers. These servers have the dual advantage of being the potential disaster hotspots- destroy the server and the clients have no one to pester. This called for an abnormally beautiful idea of having many servers installed- one in each continent, thereby having ready alternatives and more importantly, saving IBM [which thrives by selling servers, which do not actually serve any other purpose].
Now, the work of Commvault is to find data effectively, remove redundant data, save disk space and optimize memory usage. A simple suggestion of mine would be
Ctrl + A -> Shift + Del -> Enter
But corporate law prevents people from using the Del key. So Commvault invented a software suite called Simpana [a probable merger of the words simpleton & banana. You can imagine what a simpleton does to a banana]. In a similar fashion, the software ate up all data in a particular server and sent crash reports to the clients. By the time the error was fixed, the server is cleared of data and so precious TBs of memory are saved. By doing this, Simpana was able to save more than 40% of memory space in servers of Commvault’s clients and the process is proposed to be extended to control the population of China and India as well! Simpana has won quite a number of awards from many award-giving organizations so far and by august this year, they’re gonna release Simpana v9 [I don’t believe this is good news, but on a package of 4.5 lacs, it’s something to think about]!
Coming back to the presentation, after the last head in the auditorium dropped to sleep, Mr. Misra concluded his speech with his descriptions about the company exaggerated to a level more than my blog posts. He also gave us a quick-tip saying, “If you’re not likely to work at Commvault, please don’t attend the interview. Save your time and ours too”. I looked at Kailash. He looked at me. With a genuine smile, we planned to get out of this commvault business, when finally he urged me to take a try.
We went to an empty drawing hall where we were supposed to answer atleast 25 out of 40 questions which included C, C++, Data Structures, Operating Systems and a lot of other computer-related words. My classmates and I had almost no answer to any question. So we used the scientifically proven formula- Guessing. It took me about 10 minutes to answer 21 questions. 20 more minutes and nothing to do. I looked at my classmates, I looked at my cousin, I looked at my examiner [who, by the way, was a beautiful lady in a skimpy outfit] and finally answered 6 more questions.
Finished my prelim test and I changed to dhoti. Outside my room, my friends were discussing their performance- post mortem… ஒரு வாரம் படிச்சது ரொம்ப useful-ஆ இருந்துது said Chinna. Selective-ஆ தான் answer பண்ணிருக்கேன். C program -எல்லாம் கரெக்டா தான் இருக்கும். Exact-ஆ  25 questions answer பண்ணிருக்கேன் said Ananth. 24 தான்  answer பண்ணேன் said Kailash. At about 1 o clock, I went to mess and sat with Kailash to stuff myself with what they called biryani. When I was about to have my first handful, Nair came to where we were sitting. “Achyuth Menon! You have a call…”. Usually it’s Nair who gets calls from his mother via my cell. “Who could that be?”, I said. “Shilpa!”, replied Nair. Hmmm… Shilpa… Who the hell is Shilpa… Shilpa Shetty? “Shilpa called Dilip to inform me that you’re selected for the next round, you fucker!!” , Nair exclaimed. “Congrats da. Nalla pannu…”, Kailash extended his left hand to me. Nair ordered me to get to the interview hall immediately. சோத்து வாயில மண்ணு…
I called my mom to inform her of the matter. I didn’t have a tie, so I had to manage with just a shirt and a mouth. I went to the auditorium and waited for about 5 minutes, when my room -mate Ananth came to me and said, “The interview is at ECE dept. Not the audi da. Go!”. I ran and ran and reached the spot. There Dilip greeted me with a smile and said,” மச்சி, cool-ஆ இரு, tension ஆகாதே… இதுல select ஆன ஒரே non-CS student நீதாண்டா. நல்லா பண்ணு, all the best”. Mr. Misra wished me the best as well. I went in on Dilip’s signal and inside the interview hall was Shilpa.
Shilpa is an alumna of GCT now working at Commvault. She called me into the room, offered me a seat and said, “Hello Achyuthan”. I said Hello in return [A “Hello Shilpa” would have thrown me out of the room instantly].
Shilpa: Now, Achyuthan, tell me about yourself.
Me: …
S: What? Are you nervous?
M: Me? No, mam… I’m just panting. I didn’t get the venue of the interview so I went to the audi and ran back here…
S: Ok, give me your resume…
M: Sure.
S: Oh… You play the piano?
M: Uh, yes. I took piano lessons for over a year.
S: And what is this ‘learning accents’ in your hobbies column?
M: Oh, that? You, see, I’ve been attracted to English movies lately and in that interest, I’ve always tried to put myself in a position where I speak the same language in different accents.
S: Interesting… Show me what you’ve got.
[I spoke a sentence in British, American and French accents]
S: Nice! Do you speak in Spanish?
M: No mam. But I’m learning that too.
S: Oh. Now you’re cool. Can we get to the interview?
M: [Realising the situation] Yes mam.
Shilpa’s questions:
1.    Write a program in C that uses a function.
2.    What is the use of the #include statement?
3.    What is a stack?
4.    Determine the flow of control in the program [given].
5.    How do you rate yourself in C?
6.    What is the preprocessor?
7.    When does the preprocessor work?
8.    Find the output of the program [given].
9.    Find the error in the program.
10.    What are the different stages of program execution?
11.    Describe the memory flow in stack during the execution of a program.
12.    What happens when the function called inside main() has a declaration but not a definition?
13.    What are the different types of errors?
14.    How do you implement heap in a program?
15.    Write a program with malloc and calloc.
16.    What do you like about C?

I answered all questions except for the 9th, and was too nervous to write programs for questions 14 and 15. Besides, I forgot what malloc and calloc are used for.
S: Fine Achyuthan. I see that you think logically, your programming strategy is good. You do have good skill. But I believe you are a little incompetent to be a developer at Commvault.
M: Oh… What’s that supposed to mean?
S: I’m trying to say that if you want to work as a Programmer, your interview session stops here. But if you like being a QA [Software testing], you might qualify for the next round.
M: Hmmm… Ok, this is it, mam. This morning, I was very confident that I’d not clear the first round. Just as everything works out to be the opposite of my expectation, I made it through. I don’t know how, but it just happened. I’m happy and surprised to be here now. I wanted to be a programmer, so it’d be wise to call it a day.
S: Are you sure?
M: Yes, mam. I can very well understand your organisation’s expectations, and I’m sorry that I can’t fit into it. Besides, a EEE-ian of my [pea-sized] programming cap, would be an unnecessary inclusion to your company…
S: Oh, no. You see, the Chief of operations [or some high position] is a mechanical engineer. So it’s knowledge that matters.
M: Yeah, right. So, if you were to grade me on a scale of 10 in programming, what would you give me?
S: Just like you said… A little above 5.
M: And what exactly do you think that I lack.
S [smiling]: Almost everything…
M: Thank you mam. It was a nice 10 minutes.
S: Sorry to see you go, Achyuthan.
M [Smiling]: No mam, it’s ok.
Outside the interview hall was Mr. Misra, who looked at me and said ,”I’d like to see your name in the finalists”. I just smiled at him again.
I came to my room with memories of my first interview, told my friends about it on the way, and finally called my mom and broke the news to her. Then I went to CIT to write a crap-filled PeP test. My grandpa talked to me in the evening and told me not to get disappointed and gave me a citation of my cousin who had also failed in her campus placements. But she seems to have secured a job at Polaris a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t care.
It was only then I decided what companies I should attend and what not. MuSigma came and it went. I didn’t want to go [coz the workspot is at Bangalore]. A job in Chennai would be my top [or for the better case, only] priority. So here I am now, awaiting TCS and i-Nautix.