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Numbers and me...

I have loved numbers. I was a number cruncher. No I am not just a nerd or a geek. I am much much more than that. I am the rowdy nerd. (My Tam friends called me that). I was talking to my sister about old times. She remembers me sitting with that old Casio calculator which had an old type display. The one with the vacuum tubes. Ahh. I loved that calculator. I had that with me at all times. I will have to check my junk back home, to see if I still have that. That was my competitor.
Then I found some books on number systems. I loved them. I loved prime numbers. I loved thinking of how to look for prime numbers. Back in college, I ran a program to calculate prime numbers using an algo I thought would do well. It was ultra450 I think, those old IRIX servers. I don't remember. Anywayz it crashed a few days later. I have a few servers not doing anything. Should I use them. I don't know. I don't think I will ever have the time to continue this.
And then I remember VOSTOK. That crazy dumb shop stocking russian books in college street in calcutta and the loads of books I bought from there. Cheap they were. I gave them all away, except shylarsky et al.
That was for a reason. It had someone's handwritten notes for me. Not that she was a great enthusiast. But yes she got infected by my bug. Calcutta was a good time. I was a random guy who could do any random thing at any random time.
Now I am so predictable. Yesterday I was catching up with GFS (Google File System). Not that I am a great enthusiast for file systems. I even don't see a lot of money in them. But one has to keep up with the times. Now I will be reading something about low level benchmarking of linux systems.

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