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Restoration of Openbravo Environment

All of us depend on backup most of the time. Thats one side-effect of innovative product development. Sometimes when our imagination unfolds in the form of thousands of ideas, the first thing that suffers is the application coz its new for it and the last thing is you coz u got to restore it..:) Sometimes we do development in one environment and recreate the environment elsewhere. I will present how I did it for Openbravo in ubuntu. Openbravo in ubuntu has two parts. One if the folder structure and the other of course is the database. I use postgres as database because of the simple reason that its free. So the first step is i need a backup or a dump of the database. If you have pgadmin installed this is a easier task. Just right click on your database, and choose backup. In the options that present before you, choose the plain option. This option is to create a backup in plain text format that you can see. You can almost sense whats there in that dump with the plain format backup.

Both Ends of A Knife-6

As they walked by divya said,” hope your team is in high spirits. I think you ll surely win tomorrow.” ajay just smiled and said, “I love you like hell.” She hid a big smile and blushed and asked,” I hope we live for a long time happily. When shall v marry?” Ajay thought for a while and said, “After four years divs. By then I would surely be in the national team and would have got a bank job or any government job and you would have also made it to the national team if you continue performing like this. But the truth is I want to marry you this instant. I want to be the best husband the world has seen as you are the best girl the world has seen”. Divya was leaning on his shoulders and holding his hands and they walked with a single shadow. Divya slowly hissed near his ears, “I want to die this instant. I am too happy.” Sometimes truth is truly stranger than fiction. A lorry came out of somewhere as usual with malfunctioning brakes and sent both ajay and divya flying and both came down …

Both Ends of a Knife - 5

Though we were great friends we mostly met only in school and not anywhere else. But that day she herself asked whether I could take her out for a movie. I was shocked first. But then we decided upon it and I along with four of my friends including her and a girl went to mayajaal. We got tickets for a Hindi movie called ‘rab ne bana di jodi’ (god has made a pair…I wish I too made). As you all expected we both sat next to each other and truly the a/c in the hall was taking its toll on us. She was in a sky blue salwar and couldn’t help but keep watching her. I even told her that but she thought I was teasing her and punched me in my shoulders and continued watching the movie. Ouch, I jus then felt the pain in my heart..:). It was too cold and she was slowly holding my hand that was then too warm at the sudden feeling of love in my heart. She was barely three centimeters away from me and it was extremely difficult to concentrate even on the king srk. I was about to talk to he…

My Dance1

I have never been a great dancer in my life, but i love dancing and love to dance to big audiences and at a big stage.I really can't dance when there is no crowd before me. I love the butterfly flying in my stomach whenever i see large audience and to perform before them. I have only three of my dance videos with me and i have shared one in this blog. This was in my MCA first year in Anna University and in the large Vivekanda Auditorium. The occasion was the Annual Alumini Meet. True the audi was not completely full but neither was completely empty. People were just back after lunch and our performance was the indicator whether they ll enjoy or sleep through the rest of the day. I cant boast much, but i can assure you that they did not sleep..:) Well the dancer dancing with me is Lawrence, my class mate, best friend and one of the persons due to whom i did that performance. We actually decided v would dance only the nit before and practiced from nit 2-5. There was on more classmat…

Both ends of a knife (Part -4)

It was then that happened. The thing that transforms a free careless girl into an ever-watchful woman, a man into a beast.I hope you all understand. Geet was never the same ever after. That was the first thing ram lost. His childish innocent geet. Their relationship was the never the same again.

Geet now started to feel shy even to see ram’s face and ram moved away from her not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Ram slowly got used to this life and he then got other friends and slowly but steadily geet sunk deep into his heart. The last time ram saw geet was during their final tenth exams. After that geet’s family had transferred to Mumbai. For the first time since his childhood ram was feeling lonely.
            Ram joined his high-school in a nearby area and a new school did nothing to console him but it did damp his spirits more and made him completely shy and fearful. His first few days or even months went by when his name was mentioned only during attendance. He always prefe…

Both ends of a knife (Part -3 )

Now the time he spent in his home was really little where he slept in the nights after his dinner which also many days he finished in geet’s home itself. His dad was in a mnc but in the D-grade which meant he had to work lot to run the family. So ram never got to talk to him or play with him and they were together only when he took them for beach or cinema. And ram was afraid of him because the only time he spoke much with him was when he had to get his progress card signed. With all his hard work and troubles the only results his dad expected was ram’s marks. So he was naturally disappointed always at ram’s marks. It took many years for ram to realize his feelings but by that time it was bit too late.


Ram also always had the habit of trying to please all. He always thought and believed he can make anyone happy as he was not much happy about the way his life was going. After ram had reached eighth grade the friendship between him and geet was put under scrutiny by some of his fellow ma…

The Jabulani Effect

I was out for a team lunch sometime back just at the group stages of the '10 Fifa world cup and one of our directors mentioned that some consultants who analyzed the stocks and various other features had predicted England to win the world cup. I told him just one thing, England are a gr8 team but still they chock at important times, on the other hand Spain is one team that will go all the way, because they do a lot of short passes and often have possession and create chances. The reason why I surely said that is because of this one word,”Jabulani”. It sounds more like one of the punishments provided to bad people in the tamil movie anniyan, but actually its the name of the official world cup ball. This world cup will be remembered more because the nature of the ball decided the victorious beholder. The jabulani was peculiar at long balls. When the ball was lofted it often changed angle at the last moment. Even maradona who was one of the greats of the game, or even the greatest of…

Both ends of a knife - Part 2

He was named Ram Kumar an year after his birth the delay mostly due to the fear whether he will withstand for a year. But ram was a true warrior right from his birth. He always tried to match his counterparts and mostly failed in vain, but somehow inside he knew he was winning himself. Ram was mostly alone and was found mostly with his best companion an old disassembled tape recorder. He was always trying to figure out why the wires were so twisted upon and tried to straighten them up, but as in his life things were never easy for him to figure out. At the age of three he was joined in a school where he got an admission in spite of his dancing legs just because of his witty speech where he compared his principal’s dress with a cheetah’s skin. Thus ram got his first entry into this society and he understood soon it was better not to mingle with it.
He was always crying when his dad and mom left him in the school not because of fear but because of missing sorely his mom’s l…

Both ends of a knife (Part - 1) (My Novel)

The pregnant lady forgot to scream until the doctor did, and he started to scream. He was four hours ahead of time to feel this earth, but he knew he would always have time in his life to even it up. He was not yet ready to see this bright world (though just on the outset) and was craving again for the eternal darkness and warmth he felt in his mother’s womb. May be he did not realize there were many more things he is going to be jus craving before he reaches the second womb of motherland. After quite a reluctant opposition and with undesired struggle from the maternity department, he rose with the sun…
            The mother was very happy to hear that she had a son but that too did not last long when she discovered that the child was just about a kilo and was barely fifteen centimeters in size. The nurse had actually fitted him in her palms and showed to her. She fainted. In her Subconscious mind she traveled back to the day when that forgettable incident happened…It was …

My First Novel

Writing or story telling was a passion to me way back in my life. Well, there is no future for writers specially in countries in India where books are time wasters basically. that along with my family pressure to earn made me stop writting books and verses (கவிதைகள்). But now i have reached a point where i need certain relaxation to my life and i found solace in story writing. I began writin my first novel, but was not sure how to get it across to you all. If i write more than ten lines itself no one reads it, so ebook surely wont work. Then thought blogs are the best place to release that. I wanted to do something different and thats the reason why this unique idea of publishing a novel part by part came up to me. I expect you all to read it, comment it, encourage me or at least thrash it. Well my world has mostly revovled around my friends and i am sure you all will be with me in this comic yet brave attempt. Fasten your seat belt guys...the journey begins from tomorrow...:)