Name : Alagappan Karthikeyan
Origin : Kandavarayanpatti, Siva Ganga District, Tamilnadu, India
Education : LMS, MHS, Pollachi, Govt. Arts College, Udumalpet, Bharathiar University, Coimbatore
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IAENG Membership # 218314
AICRA India – #AM0091
Singapore Medical Journal ID YUSJEV84_Karthiksg
AI Singapore Kelaberativ ID : karthiksg
Indian Journal of Computer Science (IJCS) : karthiksg
Progress in Human Computer Interaction (PHCI) : karthiksg
ICI World of Journals – Index Copernicus – karthiksg
SCIRATE Member – alagappan-karthikeyan
Artificial Intelligence & Intelligent Automation Network – IQPC
Full Time : Dev Ops Engineer, FGE Control Pte Ltd, Singapore
Part Time : Research Scholar, Tallin University of Tech, Tallin, Estonia
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I am Alagappan KARTHIKeyan, Dev Ops Engineer working for FGE Control Pte Ltd Singapore. I am an NRI residing in singapore since 1998. I am a siddha vidyarthi trying to lead such a life in this kaliyuga(modern world). I like singapore for its cleanliness and disciplined systematic services.
I have been fascinated by the many things that life has to offer . . .
The exhilaration of being alive in a century of amusement and wonders, the travails of human mind and heart, the ever puzzling multifaceted nature of the human spirit, the frontiers of technology, the call to build bridges to the Future, Well my fascination continues.
” Dream your own dream and follow your own star. There wouldn’t be a heaven full of stars if we were all meant to wish on the same one. There will always be dreams grander or humbler than your own but there will never be a dream exactly like your own. For you are unique and more wondrous than you know !”
” Do your best. There are no shortcuts on the way to a dream. So give all that you have to all that you do. And above all things, believe in yourself. This is all your dream asks of you… but this is everything.”
One does not forget the sweet memories that touch the very life that we are made of. The pleasant fragrance of the memory of a distant past ever so often fills the air that the soul breathes.
Its been quite some time since I left my homeland – India… in search of a new future, new adventures abroad. Though I have been in touch with the events back home, there is this emerging distance between me and my memories.
A nostalgic intervention of an old pile of thoughts, old familiar faces, old love, old haunts Gosh… the sweet memories of a lifetime of adventure. When I go back home, I am not sure if all my favorite haunts will still be there, with times men and their motives change, so, it is in these treasured memories that I see what I like the most.
I remember my early days at school, It was a small borough with a closed society. There has been fear, anger, sorrow, and bountiful joy… the days when I refused to accept anything but good Grades… days of hardwork..
Almost always imbibed in me was this thought that every hardship on the way is an investment in to my future… The small school and the big lessons that I learnt there… are by my side to this day…
Talk of Love… Whatever men prefer to call it and however they Interpret it, to me it was my main motivation to succeed. The girl in my L(W)ife Lakshmi…She was my main motivator… to choose and to be chosen… ambitious confrontations, where the object of confrontation always was to succeed… the fragrance of those memories still linger.
We are all in Love throughout our Lifetime. Only the Object of Love changes, to some… it is money… to some it is Women… to some it is fame and Glory…with age the Object changes, but the love remains. One has to be a God, to tell us what are the real Success and Failures in this Life.
Whatever my Life’s work is, I have made it a point to make it worthwhile. These are the days, when I can fly a Cessna with some help, Plan for a vacation in Europe, think of building a lovely home… No matter what the Present and the Future hold for me…, enshrined in my heart are those imaginary homelands… and the old familiar faces…
There are times when I detach myself from my surroundings and self and review the events in my life neither with elation nor dejection but with a sense of mere suspension. We live but once … but many are the lives that we live and many are the acts that we perform … a son to a Father , father to a Son, Husband to a wife, Wife to a husband, brother to a sister, sister to a brother, friend to a friend … this and all the other things that we are … the lives that we live masked by delusions of grandeur, dressed in our finest attire we walk spiritedly towards a dream that is seemingly ever so unattainable and the Creator above smiles at us.
Beneath the facade lies the reality and beneath the masks that we wear, who gets to see the real us … maybe the Gods that we pray to. Look into the mirror, at times we see but a stranger…
To all the Wonderful people that ever so often cross my life … Wherever you are and whatever you are, the memories will linger long and hard. Good Luck for all your endeavors of intellect my mates,