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Julian Sara Joseph

Wait a minute

2 min read

As a Church-going child is taught to always start her day by 'Reading the Bible', today,  I couldn't help but notice what lines I had highlighted over the past 18 years. Lines where I tried to put myself in the Author's/Psalmist's shoes.

(Context: so there are 66 books in the Bible I read, and Psalms is a book of songs/poems mostly written by King David either to praise God or cry his heart out praying for deliverance from his enemies! ) 

        I had unknowingly compared my life's stressful situations to the narrator's day at the battlefield or deathbed, and then after my mind was sure that I was exactly in the same position myself, I then sought comfort in the fact that if the author was rescued from all his misery and troubles, so would I!

It is very similar to how when we watch movies, we try to see our lives through the eyes of the characters, and compare our reactions to similar scenarios in real life.

Are we all just living in a space of illusions and mis-interpreted stories? Is it time we write our own Psalms?

King David was fighting other kings for land, we fight technological addictions and fake relationships! 

Now I understand not everyone can write books/Psalms and that one can learn a lot from reading a book by someone who has made the same choices in life, someone who has already faltered. Ah, well this quote by Eleanor Roosevelt comes to my mind: 

“Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.”

This is the only way I can justify the habit of millions of Christians reading the same books/psalms every day. 

This is the reason I guess, art exists in the world, we do things, make mistakes, and we share this with others, through plays, books, songs, movies, or Psalms. Homo Sapiens came this far by the transfer of knowledge. This will go on. 

Julian Sara Joseph

Coffee brews code

1 min read

The smell of hot coffee on my desk, or any other desk surely awakens the tired senses, 

peeling my eyelids open to find some sensible trace in the endless list of error-logs printed on my screen

The hand of cards, karma would deal out in the form of production bugs even 2 years later are worried about with a sense of impending doom. 

Hunched backs, receding hairlines, spectacled eyes redened with more exhaustion than hangovers

the sight was as silent as a cemetary, with graves still being dug

future was appeared bleak as machines without cogs and gears, were being prepared to take over

not the world maybe but surely our lives and livelihoods. 

 (Yikes, I have never been so negative. Time for a coffee break ) 

Julian Sara Joseph

Beginning of it all

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Ada Lovelace

 Ada Lovelace was the world's first programmer, who wrote programs about 100 years before there were computers to run them.


But it's interesting that even in 1842, people were hassling her about whether computers could get really smart.

And she said, "The analytical engine has no pretensions to originate anything.

It can do whatever we know how to order it to perform." Screwball idea that persists to this day.

Nevertheless, that was the origin of it all.

That was the beginning of the discussions.


Julian Sara Joseph


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TIL: Today I learned : 


When you have a name for something, you get power over it. (a.k.a Rumpelstiltskin principle, by Patrick Winston.

Julian Sara Joseph

It is all meaningless

1 min read

Getting to know a person, trying to understand what makes him/her tick, spending time to create room for that person in your life. It is all meaningless.

Why, you ask?

Well, in this process, you get used to that person and start expecting things to turn out in certain ways. It only leads to disappointments, when the initial enthusiasm of getting to know the person just dies out. 

Pro-tip: Never get attached to any one person. It is all temporary. It is all meaningless. 

Julian Sara Joseph


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He tried his best to be perfect knowing he couldn’t. 

He did everything in his power,   

from making her watch the stars with him

to talking over the phone till sunrise,

to writing letters.


He kept trying to be a someone for her

someone who cared for her,

someone who cheered her,

someone who encouraged her.


and all she did, if she did at all, was to make it harder for him

she severed every new thread he wove

she shut every door he knocked

she built walls, placing the bricks as gently as she could


What drove her away, she knew not

What drove him closer, he knew not

What would become of them, knew no one.

Julian Sara Joseph


1 min read

Maybe it was your first stage performance

Or your first job as a volunteer in the cafeteria,
Those pointing fingers, were unnecessary

Maybe it was your first serious relationship
Or your marriage that lasted just a year,
Those hushed rumors, were underserved

Maybe it was a new place you just moved to
Or your first regiment as a soldier,
Those questioning voices, were ill-timed

Such instances, there are several
In our own lives and in other's
Unexpected and even cruel,
Neither are we prepared, nor are others.

Observe, Empathize if you can,
Else take your time to react.
Everyone's fighting the best they can
To be less judgemental, let's make a pact!

Spread love and hope
Encourage one another!
With daily struggles, help cope
your neighbor, your brother.

Julian Sara Joseph

The joy of running command line scripts

1 min read


Syntax : scp username@hostname:pathtofile/filename .

how to read syntax:  username(you use to sign into the machine)@the_machine_ip:(don’t forget the colon) pathtoFile -( obtained from running 'pwd' at the machine where the file resides)/nameof file(u should know this- or just run 'ls' ) space and fullstop (to copy this file as it is(same filename) into the machine you are currently in ) 

> cat - to see the contents cat filename.csv (prints start to finish) 

> tac filename.csv (prints in the reverse order) 
> nano - to edit the contents of the file (ofcourse theres also vim) 

Julian Sara Joseph

They say, keep it a secret till its over.

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Have you ever pushed yourself beyond your limits? (and realized those weren't really your limits? :P ) 

So be it taking a 1000 squat challenge ( Yes! I completed this on March 1st, 2018) or maintaining a streak of clean diet for years, remember you are not accountable to anybody else but yourself, your future self, for your actions and choices. 

At the end of the day, your designation or importance or worth "decided by your company/society/group of friends" is not what matters. What does is how you feel about yourself. Are you sick of your actions or are you proud of what you accomplished, however small the feat maybe, if you made it so far, have faith in how far you will go tomorrow! :) 

Julian Sara Joseph

So what happened this week?

3 min read

Besides the usual tug-of-war between spending time doing productive work and whiling away my time with TV or Facebook, this week, I had the best of both worlds. I realized again for the nth time, how I like millions of others are allowing the apps, tools in our lives to rule our time, instead of taking control of our lives, our data and our time.

I read this. It opened up my eyes to how even "data-science" can be put to use for diabolic motives. *shivers* Why I say diabolic? Coz taking away our personality traits without our consent and selling it off to election planners who then use that data to model their campaigns to fool us into voting for their candidates, who will then make our lives hell, once in power, is nothing short of diabolical. I quit facebook. 

Then the inner voice of "doing greater good in the world" made me pick up the dust-covered courses of Udemy for deep learning left at 19%. I sat straight 3 hours glued and mesmerised every minute by what I read in this. It dawned on me how we were teaching a machine to "see". Giving the blind sight is one thing, but giving sight to a machine that has no eyes, is yet another! The way, we as kids, associate things with "the round apple-like fruit" and how kernals of filters help computers detect features in an image (which is just a matrix of numbers for it) to classify it as an "orange" or "dog" or "digit 8". Ooo trust me its beautiful. (If nothing, check this out for fun.)

I squeezed out time to rush to choir practices, twice this week and realized yet another joy. The joy of stimulating another part of my brain, the lower parts of the frontal lobe as I recalled the lyrics, the pitch and tunes of the Easter recital we were rehearsing for. (The badminton games after the choir practises also showed how much I lacked hand-eye coordination :P In my defense I've always been a 'child-who-quietly-sits-at-home-and-draws'.)

It was a week of discovering. 

Discovering how cool our Product Manager is. (Riders on the storm :P), discovering how my team leads aren't crazy robots who do not listen to our problems, but humans trying to do the right thing. It was reassuring being in a full-team session realising that we are in safe hands.