Redesign

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 I imagine that many posts here will be about Carnatic music and technology in the days to come, and so a redesign from my old "public diary" style felt necessary.

The title, Ennamo Vagaiyay Varuguthu Maane, is from a Ghanam Krishna Iyer composition beautifully rendered by Sanjay Subrahmanyan, music by T S Sabesha Iyer. It roughly means ''O deer (deer-like girl), some strange feelings have conquered me." This is my exact mental state when it comes to making any decision, writing any article or just sitting somewhere on a fine sunny day. Although for me, those feelings are far less romantic than what Ghanam intended when he wrote the song.

The layout is also a lot simpler, reminiscent of the good old days of the Internet in the early 2010s and late 2000s.

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