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Date: Tue, 05 Nov 1996 21:10:04 GMTServer: NCSA/1.5Content-type: text/htmlLast-modified: Thu, 10 Oct 1996 22:10:06 GMTContent-length: 5345<html><head><title>More about Manuvir</title></head><body background="http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~manuvir/images/paper1.jpg"><center><table border=0 cellpadding=20><tr></tr><td><!WA0><a href="http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~manuvir/bottle.html"><!WA1><img align="middle" src="http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~manuvir/images/bottle-title.gif" alt="Manuvir"></a></td><td><h2>My Life Story</b></h2></td><td><!WA2><a href="http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~manuvir/bottle.html"><!WA3><img align="middle" src="http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~manuvir/images/bottle-title.gif" alt="Manuvir"></a></td></table></center><p>I was born on a Sunday, the 3rd day of May in 1970, in Cochin, India to<!WA4><a href="http://www.cs.wisc.edu/~manuvir/images/staff.gif">my father Premvir Saran Das and his wife, Nalini Das</a>.At the time, myfather was a 30 year old Lieutenant in the Indian Navy, and my elderbrother, Puruvir, a 20 month old devil. I was named Manu after agreat old sage who was responsible for such edicts as "the womanshall walk in the shadow of the man", "she shall walk 3 steps behindhim" etc. I always introduce myself to people by claiming that myname is as blatant a misnomer as you will find. The "vir" part ofmy name just means "brave man". Naturally, my full name then suggeststhat I am as brave in my convictions as the great Manu. My family name,Das, means servant. Oops! Well actually, the real family name is"Saran Das", meaning servant of God. My Dad decided that my brotherand I needn't keep the God part of the name. Either that, or he gotconfused about which word meant what|</p>Anyhow, to continue the story: as I grew up, we kept moving from port to port.I spent my school days in 9 different schools in 6 different citiesin 2 continents; one of those schools was a public schoolright here (relativelyspeaking) in Newport, RI. I metmany people, but quickly forgot almost all of them as well. At somepoint I developed a scientific bent, a surprising event given myfamily background: almost everyone in my Dad's family is in thegovernment, one way or another. No scientists, engineers etc. I musthave got it from my mother's family then. Yeah right, they're all politicians!Anyway. Whilea senior in high school in New Delhi, I applied for admission to MITfor the first time.</p>You might have guessed that I didn't get in. Instead, I enrolled at the Indian Institute ofTechnology, Bombay for a Bachelor's in Computer Science.I spent four years at IIT, honing mynon-academic skills and occasionally studying for a test or writinga program. In May 1991, I was done, and I decided to give MIT anothershot. Same result. So, I came to Madison, WI for an MS in ComputerScience beginning August 91.</p>Madison is an amazing place, but after two years here I found thatthe urge to get to MIT hadn't gone awayjust yet. So, after getting my Master's degree in 1993,I decided that I had improved my credentials enough to finally makeit to MIT. Unfortunately, the admissions people at MIT didn't agree.(Are you a Buffalo Bills fan by any chance? If so, you know how I felt!)</p>Instead of proceeding East to MIT, I proceeded East to Brown Universityin Providence, RI. Why? It wasn't the Ivy, I can tell you that. I'venever understood why that plant means so much to some people. It takesmore than that to drag one 1,000 miles away from Madison. Anyway, I won'ttell you her name, but I was young and optimistic and I thought it wouldbe nice to cut the phone bills and hang out in the same place for a change.She was admitted to Brown too, you see. So I spent a year at Brown, andthen we lived happily ever after.... Not so fast! She got admission to MIT!Of course, she packed her bags and leftfor Boston. As for me, I stuck my tail between my legs and headed home toMadison, WI. It soon became clear that whatever they smoke at MIT is enoughto forget all else, and I was a single man again. It was that cursed MITonce again!</p>So anyway, I've been back here in Madison working on my PhD sinceJune 1994, and things have been going well. With no all-night phonecalls etc research has progressed faster and better. I actually became a dissertator in August '95; ofcourse all my friends claim that it only shows how simple therequirements must be. The story of my life! They can't be totally right thoughbecause I managed to get my first and only attempt at a paper accepted at aconference (PEPM95, June, La Jolla, CA). So I am a perfect 1-1 lifetime,which is a better percentage than that of some very famous people.Neato! Radical party, dude!</p>Meanwhile, I've given up my life long passion for Tennis and turnedto Golf. At 26+, I'm getting old! Like many many others, I have by now lostcountless Golf balls in trees, in water, even in the middle of the fairway sometimes(I'm just not used to seeing my shots end up in the fairway!), I have tried differentclubs, I've watched videos and worn wierd devices, and just a few days ago I becamea real golfer when I topped a 6 iron and the ball bounced off the rocks, hit a duck,kicked off another rock, and went in the hole.... Yeah, right! The thing about Golf is,you play as badly as you can all day, but if you hit one great shot, that'sall you remember. Sort of the opposite of a relationship! Anyhow, I'vebored you enough, so I'll stop now and let you go.⌨️ 快捷键说明
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