by day & by night

                                                                                                                  Lubeck, Germany

Ever wondered if someone could make a virtual copy of you? Apparently, a dozen hundreds of researchers working across the European union will be able to a few years from now. Aptly named, The Virtual Physiological Human (VPH) aims at creating a virtual human model that can be adapted to YOU.

So what does it mean for me? Say, I have a blockage in one of my coronary artery and the doctor wants to plan a bypass surgery. I would search for a surgeon who is well past his prime, since we are looking for experience here, to plan a complicated surgery and hope that it is successfull. The surgeon might refer to your CT/PET/MR scans to visualize your heart and then plan the surgery. Now this is where most doctors complain - "What I see in your images does not help me plan my surgery". A powerfull statement. Isn't that what we are supposed to do anyways. And this is where the experience of the doctor counts. A 20 year experience guy will be able to interpret a scanned body organ better then a newbie. But then again comes the aspect of personalization. How a disease affects patient X might not affect patient Y in the same way. So all said and done, when the doctor opens my heart in the OT he is on his own to do the best that he can.

What if the doctor could create a virtual model of YOUR heart? What if he could plan the surgery on the virtual model? What if he could see the results of the surgery even before he has put a knife across your chest? Woah!!! Brilliant... right? That is what these bunch of the most distinguished researchers across the world are aiming for. They are creating a virtual heart at an organ, micro-vasculatur & cellular level. Then they will be able to personalize it based on your CT/PET/MR scans. The project will be funded by the european union and is pegged at 17million spead across 4 years.

So next time you want to say, "I can give my heart for you" to your sweetheart. You can. Really!

Tata Docomo works on a second basis rather than the usual minute basis! This is seriously new!!

After a good stint of mignight marketing Docomo seems to be swamping the media. We caught a glimpse of it while driving back home late last night. "Docomo? That sounds Japanese??", Raghav has said. And you bet it is! Tata is collaborating with the Japanese company NTT Docomo to bring out this new pre & post paid service. Tatas are war heros here in India after the 26/11 attacks. If people are moved by their allegiance to the Tatas, Vodafone and Airtel are in for a big shock. It seems to have taken them by surprise too. Usually when a competitor is about to launch a new product they start lowering their prices, come up with great deals... but its zilch from them!

To top it off Docomo has beaten the Airtel catchy tune with their new jingle which seriously looks like a rip off from "Do re me fa...". It works though.. reminds me of junior school choir singing classes with Mrs. Madan. I was flipping through radio channels in the morning just to catch the tune!!

They have not even attempted to put up bling schemes. They don't have to. A pulse rate of 1 sec is going to work magic for them.

I am honestly tempted to leave my 4 year old vodafone connection now.

I watch television regularly. I am surprised that I have not come across my neighbour Mr. Gupta on it yet. No really! If you have been keeping a track of the number of reality shows being aired on television today then forget Mr. Gupta I should have seen my doodhwala on India's Got Talent, my advocate on Rakhi ka swayamvar, my childhood friend on MTV Roadies and my dog on Paris Hilton's BFF by now. (My husband tells me that BFF means Best Friend Forever...)

Let's see first there was (is) the Internet. As 12 year old kids we would dig our oily noses into the x486 computer screen to peer down the all-text world wide web. It was magic. I could type Illunga and get listings from all across the world. Heck! I would even get up at 3am in the night to avoid big bro & get the Internet all to myself. But that, like television, was one way traffic. Soon I got my first e-mail account on hotmail. I remember that summer explaining to Nani why I will not be sending her my monthly post-letters anymore because it was too slow and just too much work compared to an e-mail. Painstakingly I took her to the computer and showed her how to send an e-mail. She looked suitably impressed. Though even now, a decade later, she continues to walk to the local post office to send out her weekly correspondences. I have send her countless e-mails shot out in-between 5 mins class breaks in college and 2 mins before catching the bus to home from office. But they are not stacked neatly in between all my older letters at the back of her sari cupboard.

But lo and behold! E-mail was not where we were stopping. The next station was Orkut!! Oh, I cannot stop gushing over it! The first time I stumbled across it I felt powerfull. I could connect to all my friends, old classmates, long lost relatives. People I had spent a lifetime avoiding. And we could talk! Talk about the exact shade of stockings Paris Hilton wore last night, how shiny Shiny Ahuja's hair is, where in the world did Micheal Jackson broke his nose... But we veterans have given up on Orkut now. Not because we are too cool to be a part of the number game (I have 364 friends. How many do you have?), but because we have This! Blogspot! MySpace! LiveJournal!

No really! Did the world not know about me already? I feel compelled to pen (type) down every thought that flirts across my mind. I care enough to jazz up my page (or did you not notice?) so that people comment to my posts. Come back and check out how I am saving the world in ways you-would-never-understand. And oh I am going to reveal my dirtiest secret! I even had a link posted across my previous site on livejournal to track who was opening my website. I would get sadistic pleasure to see every morning that people across the world wanted to read what I had written! But now I am pulling the plug. I have stopped short of plastering Carmen Electra nude across my site to intice people. But the world does not seem to be stopping. Writing is passe! It is time to face the world in reality. YouTube started it and the channel gurus seems to have deciphered the workings of a teenage mind. And that is where the new generation of reality show yuppies comes forward! The same set of youngsters audition for these shows across channels. Or did you not notice? The mtv roadies winner dragged his twin to see how connected they were? An older episode runner up is trying her hands at becoming a diva. All aspiring models turned actors turned jobless guys are desperately trying to woo an item-number girl. And I am tweeting on twitter!

I should have stopped. I should have stopped before opening 123greetings to send a quick birthday card to Dad on his 50th birthday. I should have stopped short of tweeting that I will be going to the loo in 5 mins. I should have stopped before shooting out that last e-mail to Nani explaining why I won't be able to come to Jhansi to see my ailing grand-dad because I need to accomplish a really important milestone on my product.

Papa is celebrating his 60th birthday this december. I already have the best calvin and hobbes design cut out to draw for his birthday card. Raksha bandhan is coming up. This time along with my annual rakhi to my kid brother in Jhansi, a beautifully hand written letter will be enclosed to Nani. I hope it finds its way back inside her Sari cupboard.