Of late, I have had a series of people telling me I should do this. Paulo Coelho, Randy Pausch, Steve Jobs, the list goes on...
So, I decided that while I do what I love, I should also do what I always wanted to. Since I was a kid, we passed Slapper on numerous bus rides. Slapper, relatively unknown, is on the Chandigarh Manali highway. The road crosses a bridge over the Sutlej river here. The road follows Sutlej downstream on both sides before it peters away to its destinations.
Now, whenever we passed Slapper, I always looked at the huge mountains upstream and the river meandering to disappear in them. I had this fancy to find out where the river came from and travel that path along the river.
So, today morning I decided, I am doing that and promptly consulted a map, paid a reconnaisance visit to Slapper to find out if a trail exists. Sure enough, it does and sure enough, I leave in a few days to walk this trail.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
My Experiments with Mapping
My apologies go out to Mahatma Gandhi for shamelessly plagiarizing the title of his autobiography, only in part though. However, if he were to read this blog post, even he would agree that my Titanic struggle mapping some parts of India was not too far off his struggle for getting India freedom. And I have only just started.
For the sake of a short background, mapping caught my fancy when I went mad. Mad as in quit a good well paying job with a large corporation (the likes of which OSMers seem to hate so much), started travelling and as happens to all men who go mad, started day dreaming. Day dreams about getting paid for travelling!! Day dreams about getting paid for writing!! Ha!! Anyway, I wanted to map some of the treks I went to and I bought this fancy gadget called a GPS, a Garmin eTrex Vista Hcx, spending quite a significant portion of my fortune, only to realize later that this freaking thing tells me my position at any point with a certain degree of error and it even lies about that. Talk about a bad start!!
The adventures or experiments, call them what you like, started with mapping parts of New Delhi and Gurgaon, a suburb of Delhi, at times with a friend who introduced me to OSM. On a hot afternoon, GPS in lap, hands on a steering wheel, I would be passing some buildings on the way. Now, as most of you would know, a mapper does not see buildings, parks, hotels, greens. All he ever sees is 'POIs'. POIs everywhere, left, right, center, POIs floating around in the air, each trying to catch his attention. And oh my! None of them on OSM. What blasphemy! So, each POI was marked on the 'GPS in the lap'. Since I only have 2 hands, I just remembered the names of the POIs and kept repeating them till I could park the car and take them down in my notebook.
A tough initiation was followed by an even tougher experience. One fine day, Nishant (the friend and OSM mentor) comes and says 'I have to go for an interview......with a journalist'. And I was flummoxed. I mean, fine he is a great computer guy, believes in open source, I can maybe credit him with some intelligence and so on and so forth but who would want to interview this unbathed, shabbily dressed, half obese specimen of human filth? Then he tells me its some French journalist girl, who wants to interview an OSM mapper in India. Do I need to tell anyone here that French and girl got me going and I wanted to be the one interviewed but like we all make compromises, I had to live with Nishant as part of the interview.
After we chatted a bit, she wanted to see how we mapped. Shalabh in the driving seat, French girl next to him, Nishant relegated to the back seat with the moronic GPS and we were off. Off to a residential area managed by DLF, a building company whose tagline says 'Building India'. I will reserve my comments on the tagline for later but we parked the car after sometime and started walking along the lanes, the poor studious Nishant taking down the POIs. We had walked maybe a few hundred metres when a motorbike approaches us. The rider is wearing a blue jacket with the words DLF QRT (Quick Response Team) written on the back. And then he starts mishandling us. Dont worry, I meant verbal mishandling. Asking all sorts of questions. What are you doing? Mapping. What mapping? We are making a map. Who asked you to make a map? We are volunteers. Who asked you to volunteer? What is that in your hand (pointing to the GPS)? What are you noting down in that pad? Ok, now the questions got a little too much and I was aware at the back of my mind that this was a residential area and somewhere there would be some board saying 'No Trespassing' and we could very well be qualified as trespassers. POIs notes were torn, handed over to Mr. QRT, a silently angry Nishant was pulled away and we lost half an hour worth of POIs and tracks.
Oh! and did I mention the interview was never published and we ended up having to drop the French chic 2 hours away. :(
Scarred by this incident, I soon moved to HP, a Himalayan state in India. Small population, clear skies, lots of conifer jungles and untouched beauty etc etc. This is the place I was bent on trekking in. I looked at the OSM map for HP and found....nothing! It was as if someone had forgotten to draw lines in that part of the world. A couple of days later, watching TV, I switched to this news channel called India TV (they call themselves one, I call them a Filth channel). They had a full one hour show about GPS, telling everyone how a GPS is a threat to national security, how terrorists can use a GPS to navigate and find any place (Now, I know why Mr. QRT bothered me, because I was threatening India's national security). The poor f*cks did not know that a GPS needs maps and voila, we dont even have digital maps of India. To hell with the terrorist and his GPS. Yeah, it was another matter if the terrorists first turned mappers, contributed to OSM, got a full fledged map of India on OSM and then went about their task. Make life easier for themselves and serve the community. :)
So, you see a grim background is building up. Here is a man, who had a well paying job a few months ago. He has quit his job, moved back to India. When you ask him what is he doing nowadays, he does not have a clear answer (because he is himself not clear). And then he goes around roaming in all strange places at all strange times, a strange device in hand, which TV channels say is a threat to national security. He also carries a notebook in his hand and keeps making notes all the time, looks at all buildings with great interest and then again notes down something. And he has also been stopped once by Mr. QRT somewhere. Chequered record, I must say.
So, when I came to Himachal and heard this TVchannel sh*t, I started being more careful. When I went to treks, I was almost apologetic about the GPS, defending and downplaying it everytime someone would ask me what it is. Who knows when would someone report me somewhere, I have even lost the receipts of the GPS purchase. And then I go on this trek, walking between two vertical faces of huge Himalayan rock, 25 metres apart. And my GPS says the error is +-53 metres. Where do you suppose it showed me? Somewhere drilled into the mountain rock? Perhaps. The error went upto 96 metres and then the altimeter lost 100 metres while I was climbing. I thought, 'Did I face all these challenges for this piece of crap?' I lost faith in the GPS that day. It became an instrument of pleasure. Yes, you dirty minds, I know what you are thinking.
I have been living in a small town called Sundernagar for the last 2 months i.e. whenever I am not out trekking. 4 days ago, I decided to make Sundernagar look better on OSM than on google. There was not much actually to be done. Google had a dot for Sundernagar in the right place and OSM had it in the wrong place. Zoom in and you see virgin territory on both maps. As I said, someone forgot to draw the lines. So, I started these 3 hour walking missions into Sundernagar. Its an old town, with its fair share of narrow lanes and streets. And now, you had that strange man with his notebook and strange device dressed in a heavy jacket walking the dark lanes of Sundernagar. He would go down a lane right upto the farther end, look around suspiciously, take out his notebook and a pen and write something down. He would not stay long writing, the moment he would see someone, he would make a move. Walk down a little more, past the curve and then stop to write again. Sundernagar is small place, word gets around quick and I do look different. Short, thick, with a GPS and notebook. The strange man walks 9 km on first day. Worth noticing? Yes.
Second day, he is spotted coming out again as the sun sets, walking into the town. This time, he takes slightly different routes, walks some other lanes but still has that furtive look around him, seems to be avoiding attention, avoiding looking people in the eye and smiling. He has a pad today but he is not taking down any notes, its just thrust unceremoniously into his jacket pocket. He, however seems to be continously fiddling with an oversize mobile in his hand. Worth bothering?? No. This day the stranger walked 12 km.
Third day, same attire, same man, same strategy, different routes. No attention attracted. Happy stranger back home, map of Sundernagar looking thicker on OSM. Stranger walked 10 km today.
(I thought I had found the right recipe for avoiding attention. Pretend that the GPS is a mobile phone and instead of writing on the pad, enter POI details direct using the clumsy on screen keyboard. Simple, people think this man is messaging his girlfriend and give you faint smiles.)
Fourth day, the strange man does not come out. He, who is looking less strange now, comes out in a car. The car has a registration number which is from out of this state and he follows a road to the other end of town. He was seen there 2 days ago. Now he comes up with a great idea. He drives into any road, goes on till the road goes out of town and then asks someone about a locality which is on the other end. So, he pretends lost whenever he finishes mapping a road. He does this thrice before, trying to turn back from a narrow lane, he has the front tyre of his car stuck in a deep drain, hanging in the middle of nowhere. So, he contemplates asking for help. Oh my, he comes across a man he has asked directions from twice in the last 2 days, once on foot yesterday and once today, 15 minutes ago. :)
Middle aged uncle sees him and says 'You seem to get lost quite a bit.' Yeah, right!! Scared that a different state registration number, the strange device, bad record might land him into unnecessary trouble, the poor guy gets into his car, puts it in the reverse gear and full throttle backs off. Thankfully, the car comes out and the stranger disappears into the mist. He has sort of completed mapping the major lanes of Sundernagar today and plans to keep doing this. Should you read some news of a baby faced terrorist having been arrested with a GPS, you would know who he is and I am sure you will help him out of trouble.
And one day I hope, they will offer obeisance to my idols for the pioneering work that I am doing. :)
For the sake of a short background, mapping caught my fancy when I went mad. Mad as in quit a good well paying job with a large corporation (the likes of which OSMers seem to hate so much), started travelling and as happens to all men who go mad, started day dreaming. Day dreams about getting paid for travelling!! Day dreams about getting paid for writing!! Ha!! Anyway, I wanted to map some of the treks I went to and I bought this fancy gadget called a GPS, a Garmin eTrex Vista Hcx, spending quite a significant portion of my fortune, only to realize later that this freaking thing tells me my position at any point with a certain degree of error and it even lies about that. Talk about a bad start!!
The adventures or experiments, call them what you like, started with mapping parts of New Delhi and Gurgaon, a suburb of Delhi, at times with a friend who introduced me to OSM. On a hot afternoon, GPS in lap, hands on a steering wheel, I would be passing some buildings on the way. Now, as most of you would know, a mapper does not see buildings, parks, hotels, greens. All he ever sees is 'POIs'. POIs everywhere, left, right, center, POIs floating around in the air, each trying to catch his attention. And oh my! None of them on OSM. What blasphemy! So, each POI was marked on the 'GPS in the lap'. Since I only have 2 hands, I just remembered the names of the POIs and kept repeating them till I could park the car and take them down in my notebook.
A tough initiation was followed by an even tougher experience. One fine day, Nishant (the friend and OSM mentor) comes and says 'I have to go for an interview......with a journalist'. And I was flummoxed. I mean, fine he is a great computer guy, believes in open source, I can maybe credit him with some intelligence and so on and so forth but who would want to interview this unbathed, shabbily dressed, half obese specimen of human filth? Then he tells me its some French journalist girl, who wants to interview an OSM mapper in India. Do I need to tell anyone here that French and girl got me going and I wanted to be the one interviewed but like we all make compromises, I had to live with Nishant as part of the interview.
After we chatted a bit, she wanted to see how we mapped. Shalabh in the driving seat, French girl next to him, Nishant relegated to the back seat with the moronic GPS and we were off. Off to a residential area managed by DLF, a building company whose tagline says 'Building India'. I will reserve my comments on the tagline for later but we parked the car after sometime and started walking along the lanes, the poor studious Nishant taking down the POIs. We had walked maybe a few hundred metres when a motorbike approaches us. The rider is wearing a blue jacket with the words DLF QRT (Quick Response Team) written on the back. And then he starts mishandling us. Dont worry, I meant verbal mishandling. Asking all sorts of questions. What are you doing? Mapping. What mapping? We are making a map. Who asked you to make a map? We are volunteers. Who asked you to volunteer? What is that in your hand (pointing to the GPS)? What are you noting down in that pad? Ok, now the questions got a little too much and I was aware at the back of my mind that this was a residential area and somewhere there would be some board saying 'No Trespassing' and we could very well be qualified as trespassers. POIs notes were torn, handed over to Mr. QRT, a silently angry Nishant was pulled away and we lost half an hour worth of POIs and tracks.
Oh! and did I mention the interview was never published and we ended up having to drop the French chic 2 hours away. :(
Scarred by this incident, I soon moved to HP, a Himalayan state in India. Small population, clear skies, lots of conifer jungles and untouched beauty etc etc. This is the place I was bent on trekking in. I looked at the OSM map for HP and found....nothing! It was as if someone had forgotten to draw lines in that part of the world. A couple of days later, watching TV, I switched to this news channel called India TV (they call themselves one, I call them a Filth channel). They had a full one hour show about GPS, telling everyone how a GPS is a threat to national security, how terrorists can use a GPS to navigate and find any place (Now, I know why Mr. QRT bothered me, because I was threatening India's national security). The poor f*cks did not know that a GPS needs maps and voila, we dont even have digital maps of India. To hell with the terrorist and his GPS. Yeah, it was another matter if the terrorists first turned mappers, contributed to OSM, got a full fledged map of India on OSM and then went about their task. Make life easier for themselves and serve the community. :)
So, you see a grim background is building up. Here is a man, who had a well paying job a few months ago. He has quit his job, moved back to India. When you ask him what is he doing nowadays, he does not have a clear answer (because he is himself not clear). And then he goes around roaming in all strange places at all strange times, a strange device in hand, which TV channels say is a threat to national security. He also carries a notebook in his hand and keeps making notes all the time, looks at all buildings with great interest and then again notes down something. And he has also been stopped once by Mr. QRT somewhere. Chequered record, I must say.
So, when I came to Himachal and heard this TVchannel sh*t, I started being more careful. When I went to treks, I was almost apologetic about the GPS, defending and downplaying it everytime someone would ask me what it is. Who knows when would someone report me somewhere, I have even lost the receipts of the GPS purchase. And then I go on this trek, walking between two vertical faces of huge Himalayan rock, 25 metres apart. And my GPS says the error is +-53 metres. Where do you suppose it showed me? Somewhere drilled into the mountain rock? Perhaps. The error went upto 96 metres and then the altimeter lost 100 metres while I was climbing. I thought, 'Did I face all these challenges for this piece of crap?' I lost faith in the GPS that day. It became an instrument of pleasure. Yes, you dirty minds, I know what you are thinking.
I have been living in a small town called Sundernagar for the last 2 months i.e. whenever I am not out trekking. 4 days ago, I decided to make Sundernagar look better on OSM than on google. There was not much actually to be done. Google had a dot for Sundernagar in the right place and OSM had it in the wrong place. Zoom in and you see virgin territory on both maps. As I said, someone forgot to draw the lines. So, I started these 3 hour walking missions into Sundernagar. Its an old town, with its fair share of narrow lanes and streets. And now, you had that strange man with his notebook and strange device dressed in a heavy jacket walking the dark lanes of Sundernagar. He would go down a lane right upto the farther end, look around suspiciously, take out his notebook and a pen and write something down. He would not stay long writing, the moment he would see someone, he would make a move. Walk down a little more, past the curve and then stop to write again. Sundernagar is small place, word gets around quick and I do look different. Short, thick, with a GPS and notebook. The strange man walks 9 km on first day. Worth noticing? Yes.
Second day, he is spotted coming out again as the sun sets, walking into the town. This time, he takes slightly different routes, walks some other lanes but still has that furtive look around him, seems to be avoiding attention, avoiding looking people in the eye and smiling. He has a pad today but he is not taking down any notes, its just thrust unceremoniously into his jacket pocket. He, however seems to be continously fiddling with an oversize mobile in his hand. Worth bothering?? No. This day the stranger walked 12 km.
Third day, same attire, same man, same strategy, different routes. No attention attracted. Happy stranger back home, map of Sundernagar looking thicker on OSM. Stranger walked 10 km today.
(I thought I had found the right recipe for avoiding attention. Pretend that the GPS is a mobile phone and instead of writing on the pad, enter POI details direct using the clumsy on screen keyboard. Simple, people think this man is messaging his girlfriend and give you faint smiles.)
Fourth day, the strange man does not come out. He, who is looking less strange now, comes out in a car. The car has a registration number which is from out of this state and he follows a road to the other end of town. He was seen there 2 days ago. Now he comes up with a great idea. He drives into any road, goes on till the road goes out of town and then asks someone about a locality which is on the other end. So, he pretends lost whenever he finishes mapping a road. He does this thrice before, trying to turn back from a narrow lane, he has the front tyre of his car stuck in a deep drain, hanging in the middle of nowhere. So, he contemplates asking for help. Oh my, he comes across a man he has asked directions from twice in the last 2 days, once on foot yesterday and once today, 15 minutes ago. :)
Middle aged uncle sees him and says 'You seem to get lost quite a bit.' Yeah, right!! Scared that a different state registration number, the strange device, bad record might land him into unnecessary trouble, the poor guy gets into his car, puts it in the reverse gear and full throttle backs off. Thankfully, the car comes out and the stranger disappears into the mist. He has sort of completed mapping the major lanes of Sundernagar today and plans to keep doing this. Should you read some news of a baby faced terrorist having been arrested with a GPS, you would know who he is and I am sure you will help him out of trouble.
And one day I hope, they will offer obeisance to my idols for the pioneering work that I am doing. :)
Friday, November 13, 2009
The Confused and The Wandering
This is one of those things I never thought I would do. Well, this is one of those many things I never thought I would ever do. A Blog!! Not for the serious minded like me. Happily, though, I am reformed now and am doing a lot of those many things I never thought I would ever do.
The confused and The wandering is about someone who has always been confused and is now wandering in the confusion. Life started strait jacketed and was destined to end at the other end of the strait jacket when I peeped through one of the many small holes to see a colourful, happy and healthy world waiting to be lived in. The eyes were the same, the vision was different and now there is the hope that it continues to be different.
As to what this blog can and will contain, the possibilities are limitless. There are no reins on my feeble creative genius . Anything that comes to mind, is experienced or felt and can be put into words will be blogged.
The confused and The wandering is about someone who has always been confused and is now wandering in the confusion. Life started strait jacketed and was destined to end at the other end of the strait jacket when I peeped through one of the many small holes to see a colourful, happy and healthy world waiting to be lived in. The eyes were the same, the vision was different and now there is the hope that it continues to be different.
As to what this blog can and will contain, the possibilities are limitless. There are no reins on my feeble creative genius . Anything that comes to mind, is experienced or felt and can be put into words will be blogged.
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