MRAMS: THE POWERFUL UNIVERSAL MEMORY SOLUTION FOR ALL FUTURE COMPUTING APPLICATIONS

Here's an abstract of my research on this technology.

Over the last decade, we have witnessed a 'communication explosion' with which portable computing and communication devices are fast become an integral part of our lives. Consequently, there is a growing demand for non-volatile, high density and high-speed memory solutions in an industry pressing hard towards developing a system on a chip. No memory solutions currently available combine all these characteristics. We present a review of Magnetic Random Access Memory (MRAM) and its basic read-write operations. MRAMS employ the 'Tunnel Magneto Resistive (TMR) effect' observed across nanometer scale tunneling deposits. Special reference is given to the recent improvisations in its programming techniques that have led to the development of the 'Toggle MRAMS' which are far more robust than their predecessors. Combining all the above mentioned characteristics with almost limitless read-write endurance, this revolutionary technology holds the promise of becoming the universal memory solution for all computing applications.

GREAT QUOTE

just read it in 1 of my old RDs....

"I started off mesmarized by socialist ideas. But when I had to run a country I discovered you have to create wealth first"

- Lee Kuan Yew

Doesn't look or sound all that phenomenal, does he? But his achievements stand taller than the sky scrapers in his country. Lee Kuan Yew led Singapore, in its stupendous journey from the third world to the first world. I find him really very inspiring and ended up drawing a sketch of him. Now I'm looking for a Singapore skyline as a backgroung. Guess i'll capture it as I visit the place in about 5-6 days.

IS IT FRANCE OR ARSENAL PLAYING??

He! He! France were no where close to being any where in contention for the cup.. Proud day for baldies... but for Zidane n more importantly Fabien Barthez, France wud've got screwed.. i don't get why do they have 2 always build up so much aroud Henry alone.. they'r not not a stupid premership team they'r a national side and they have more players.. i'm afraid if they go on like this then the funda is simple.. mark Henry well n France can't do anything to you.. If teams are rallying around Euoropian gods like this... Brazil's gonna be all the more exciting to watch. Gonna watch it now...

WAY TO GO SCHUMI... THIS IS WHAT WE WANT FROM YOU AND F1

Perhaps last Sunday we saw one of the best races F1 had to offer for the season. This is the kind of stuff that people look for in F1. And believe me this view is not taken because of the human nature of getting excited on seeing the weaker outdoing the stronger. Oh yes, Alonso is definitely the boss in his Renault. But this race offered exactly the kind of comeptition we would want to see in F1. This race was not just about being fast for Micheal but about keeping the faster Alonso behind him. This was a race to remember because this time round, pure racing skill decisively overtook the technological advantage a better Renault had over the Ferrari.

Micheal sure did show that this was Ferrari's home. His relentless precision at every bend making the slightest errors in the chasing Renaults menouvers apparent. Champion Fernando Alonso provided optimum entertainment by not solely depending on the pitstop strategy to try and overtake Schumacher; giving a display of one of the best chases we'll see this season. However, it wasn't just Schumi but the whole team Ferrari showing thorough professionalism in making Micheal emerge out of his 2nd pitstop just ahead of Alonso. That was the breathtaking moment of the race after which one safely bet on the Ferrari, the intimidating performance of Alonso in the superb Renault on the Ferrari's tail not withstanding.

And of course,
Jenson Buttons comic showstopper in the pitstop made the race even more difficult to forget. Eh.. by the way Montoya grabbed the last podium didn't he?!

GO ACROSS THE COUNTRY ON THE RAILS... WOW!!

Its been a long time since i posted something... So this time its gonna be real long. And why won't it be... after all this post is about my journey across these beautiful landscapes of India, from Delhi to Chennai on board Indian Railways Tamil Nadu Express(don't remember the train no.). Ironically I'm writing this on board Air Sahara Flight# S2 314 Delhi to Chennai. After asking the air hostess for a pen and something to scribble on.

I must tell you, if you've got the time, the Indian Railways is a far better way (if not the best) to traverse accross the length of India than any airliner... I never used roadways on this route though.

The journey starts at the New Delhi Railway Station. I get into the coach and lockup the luggage, securing it with chains. Others look on with amusement, for many consider AC coaches 'safe'. Well, I like to play safe in some cases.

Cut the crap, cut to the 'oh so awesome journey'. I slept early that night after boarding the train, while the express ran past Agra and Gwalior. I woke up in between for a few seconds, just enough to register that the board on the platform read Jhansi.

I love gazing at the countryside. It is always advisable to rise and set with the sun on such a journey. Well, at least rise. So I rise at Lalitpur when the subtle rays from the big huge sun are still quite lateral. The station signals the end of Uttar Pradesh and the beginning of Madhya Pradesh. Lalitpur is a small countryside village which has quite sometimes, when I passed it, offered me an awesome sunrise over the partly cultivated lands. I woke up in time to catch a few glimpses of the beautiful Chambal Valley. On the sidelines of the railway I see rough hilly terrain punctuated with small bits of plain land or steps on a hill which are invariably cultivated. As we draw nearer to Bhopal I see more and more of plains, so more of the fields. We guys from the city need to take a look at the country side of our country to get some idea of how many people in the country rely on agriculture as for a living. Gosh... I know we are 1 billion but still, do we eat so much? Or rather, can we have so much?.... Whatever be the exports.

Bhopal 11 o'clock, we are way behind schedule. I had a breakfast of toasted bread and omlet which I had booked with the pantry guy the previous night. As the train approaches Bhopal there is a view that I hardly miss. The train doesn't stop at Sanchi, but a couple of minutes before the train runs past the Sanchi station, one can have an awesome view of the famous Sanchi Stupa. Given what one sees from the train, I can only imagine how captivating it would be visit it.

A couple of hours before leaving Bhopal, the train travels through some real rough terrains. It then draws closer to the ghats. The train stops at a small station called Chichonda. A station which no normal person from some city or town would remember, even after travelling this route several times. And that is exactly why everyone starts cursing the driver, the crew, and the admininstration for making an 'express train' stop at such insignificant stations. Well few realise that the train stops here to have an additional engine attached at the rear to help the train cruise through the ghats. And you to see the ghats for their beauty. The jungles in this region are awesome and considerably green even in the autumn, as trees here shed leaves at different times of the year. However, no tree sheds a leaf during the monsoons. And one simply has to see the beauty of the ghats in this season. The best forest sites I can recall are in these ghats in the monsoons. The whole forest appears doubly thick and just about everything you see on the land is green.

Those scenes make me go poetic like no other time.. I feel one could think, "have the peaks risen in hight overjoyed with the astonishingly thick forest cover around" or, "has the sky lowered down, dying to kiss the irresistably beautifull landscape"... seeing the green peaks appear covered in low altitude clouds. Excuse me cos this is'nt what I saw in this trip but couldn't resist recalling what I saw during one of my trips down this route during the monsoons.

There are two sets of ghats in southern madhya pradesh. 1st come the Vindhyas and further down south come the Satpuras, the two being seperated by Narmada. The train comes out on the Vindhyas into the Narmada valley stopping at Dharakhoh to get rid of the engine at the rear engine. You know what the frustrated passengers gotta say about it. After a few kilometers of flood plains the train goes honking over the long bridge over the huge river bed of the mighty Narmada the river is huge and during the monsoons the water level comes up towards the bridge. As of now its a narrow band of water announcing the perinialit of the river. After we cross the Narmada we cross another station - Hoshangabad- to reach an important junction Itarasi, preceded by the Hanuman temple built by the Madhya rail workes' union. Before we we enter the station I see 2 pairs of old and keen eyes who are it appears inspecting the weels, breaks, shocks, and other mechanics under each coach. I grab an Aloo-Poori at the stations which is popular for its platform food, before the train heads out of the Narmada valley into the Satpura range. These ghats are equally enthralling but have many tunnels to offer. First steep high trenches made by dynamite tease you as though there is a tunnel ahead and then collapses to give way to rocky hill slopes. The tunnels entrances reveal the chronology of the the humugous task of laying 2 lanes of rail tracks on this huge route spanning accross the subcontinent. As we enter the steep ghats the two tracks running tracks runnin side by side till now fork out. One of the tracks goes along the hill slopes and enters tunnels all of which along that track are dated - 1912. Yup built some 6 years less than a century ago. Going on these tracks i see the parellel track going into an exciting series of tunnels and via-ducts -inter-hill bridges (as the railways call them). Ive enjoyed the route on the other track as aell and its dam exciting. Just imagine- go through a tunnel and dr you are flying between the two hills. You barely hit the next hill slope and in you go down another tunnel. This repeats untill you've ran through some 3 hills. The tunnels of this route have the year 1966 written at their entrance, anouncing the year untill which a solitary track ran through this captivating wilderness. if you'r luck the train will stop somewhere among these beautifull woods. Not that i've snapped lions n tigers over here but even watching monkeys could be a delight, in the wild - rather than an top of your apartmant complex. After we're through with this roller-coaster in the ghats we're through the steepest of the terrain. It smoothensout slowly as slopes give way to orange tree plantations. they'r huge ond produce the famous Nagpur oranges. Among this 'orange county' we cross the station of Pandurna. You can see the the 'Santra Mandi' accross the station. Pandurna signals the end of Madhya Pradesh and the beginning of Maharashtra. An hour of orange fieldswith sies of a few hills at the horizon before I see the western coal fields... we'r at Nagpur. I grab some snacks at the commisem, (don't precisely know how's the IRTCT's restuarant spelt). Its been a morathon blog this one... so the journey from Nagpur on would be another eventfull story... another exciting write up...