Editing GRUB menu in ubuntu 10.04 and above.

1. Open a terminal.

2. Type in

sudo update-grub

Type in your password.

3. Go to the directory /boot/grub. To do this type

cd /boot/grub

4. Here if you type ls, a lot of files will be there. Fortunately, we’re only interested in grub.cfg.

5. Open grub.cfg with a text editor. To do this type

sudo gedit grub.cfg &

(The ampersand sign (&) is to run the gedit program in the background while we can use the terminal for other purposes. Try executing the above command without the ‘&’ sign and you will understand)

6. In there, find the following line

### BEGIN /etc/grub.d/10_linux ###

7. From the beginning of this line, select till the end of the file. The last line of the file will be

### END /etc/grub.d/40_custom ###

8. After you have selected it, copy it. Right-click, copy will do.

9. Now go back to the terminal and go to the /etc/grub.d directory. To do this type

cd /etc/grub.d

10. In this directory, type ls to see the files present. There will be a file called 40_custom. Open this up using the following command

sudo gedit 40_custom &

11. There will be a few lines at the top. Don’t worry. Just paste whatever you copied from grub.cfg over here. Right-click, paste will do.

12. After you have pasted, look closely at it. There will be something similar to the following

menuentry ‘Ubuntu 10.04 Lucid Lynx right here!!’ –class ubuntu –class gnu-linux –class gnu –class os {
    recordfail
    insmod ext2
    set root='(hd0,9)’
    search –no-floppy –fs-uuid –set cafb13dd-92cd-4618-acfe-de02a0ca49e5
    linux    /boot/vmlinuz-2.6.32-28-generic root=UUID=cafb13dd-92cd-4618-acfe-de02a0ca49e5 ro   quiet splash
    initrd    /boot/initrd.img-2.6.32-28-generic
}

The difference will be in what is written in between the quotes. You can change that to whatever you want displayed on the grub menu.

Also for whichever entries you want removed from the grub menu, just delete the corresponding menuentry blocks from the 40_custom file. Deleting a menuentry block means deleting the block starting from the words ‘menuentry’ till ‘}’.

Once you’ve done enough modifications, save the file and close it.

13. Now the terminal is staying in /etc/grub.d itself right? Run the following command from there.

sudo chmod -x /etc/grub.d/10_linux /etc/grub.d/20_memtest86+ /etc/grub.d/30_os-prober

14. Alright you’re almost ready to go. Just do one more thing.

sudo update-grub

15. Ah good. Restart your system and you will see your own grub. 🙂 Good luck. 🙂

For more detailed description (and a description that makes much more sense too), please visit

http://ubuntuforums.org/showthread.php?t=1195275

Thank you! 🙂

Nayeem Noor Mohammed.

The big guy (literally).

I got to hear about him during my first year at college. Here is the story. I really believe this post is worth writing.

One fine day evening Pradeep and Vimal (my hostel roomies, Electrical Department) had some news for me. It was Humanities seminar for them the last hour that day.

It was a girl’s seminar. Or rather, a female student’s seminar (just to avoid the riff raff 😉 ). The topic I don’t remember. But here we go.

At the ending of her seminar, she finally concluded up with the idea that females should also have freedom and something of the sort. On a small scale she pointed out the lack of need for females to wear the Purdah (a kind of black loose dress which covers up almost everything).

Confidently, she stopped and started going back to her place. Just as she was about to sit down….

(A music playing in the background and a bit of slow motion would be nice too… 😀 )

Naeem Noor Mohammed stands up.

“Ma’am”, says he, “I have a question.”

“Do ask son”, replied the teacher.

Naeem, facing the girl, begins.

Suppose you are walking through a ‘not so clean’ market. There are two apples with a street vendor. One covered and the other exposed to the flies and dust. My friend, I ask you… Which one will you take?”

The teacher jumped up from her place, “THAT IS THE QUESTION!!!”, she ejaculated.

The analogy sinked in pretty quick and there was much shouting and roaring. The class was dismissed.

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Well, that is the story. And I simply loved the delivery. I was a great fan of his and I still am, realizing he is a man of many talents. Pradeep and Vimal calls me Noor. 🙂 Koushik to an extend too. I love them all. With lots of memories…

Omen?

The question mark there is not actually to ask whether what I’m going to write is an Omen or not but to ask whether that should be title for this post. Well, that’s actually the same thing, but a slight difference if you know what I mean. 😉

Its actually quite hurting when people call you names. But in contrast to that, there are times when getting called by certain names by certain people are the best moments of your life.

I’ve got a few of those names alright.

  • Kaakku
  • MPK (Metro Pottan Kaakku)
  • Noor
  • CBI (Complaint Box Inspector)

This post is not about what I feel on hearing those names but about two small incidents regarding the second and third names.

Only two or three call me Noor. And its meaning is ‘light’ by which I feel proud in the fact that I’m being called that. But one fine day when I had went to a nearby shop from our Hostel, I happened to see a Jeep. A delivery Jeep.

With a kind of… I don’t know what the word is… A kind of something, I read the name written on the Jeep…

NOOR SETTU BEEDIS

Beedis means cigarettes and Noor Settu was the company name!!! From then on my height didn’t increase that much whenever those two or three called me Noor.

But the wonder was that Jeep coming so close to our hostel just to show me that. 🙂

Now, coming to the second name… Wouldn’t you say that very three letters being on a truck will be just plain insult?? 😛 Whatever you say, last Friday, just as I was about to enter mosque, while crossing the road, a few fierce honks came. I had just time to jump out of the way and look at what the hell was honking at me. You know what I saw? An ape autorickshaw with its name written as:

MPK SONS

So I ask you again, Omen? 😉

Rose.

If I say the following is a poem, I’d be doing a great injustice to the great poets who have walked the Earth. So just read it and take it as you feel.

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Oh how I thought the bloomed Rose would stay the way that it was,

   enjoying its smell and company each and every day.

Its thorns would prick only once a while,

   which I mistook for hate.

But alas I saw that it was not so,

   and the Rose was fading out.

A sound from afar came into play telling me a thing,

   that a Rose is a life that is on a plant and it has its own life too.

It has to get the water and nourishment it needs,

    without which its root won’t stay in God’s Green Earth.

I look back now and see that how little water I’ve given it,

    it has started to fade, so now with all my life….

                                  I’m going to take care of it.

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With love,

Dedicated to the Rose still clinging to life in my Garden…

See? – Saw?

People used to believe in things that they see. But I guess that idea is not that true as the following video proves. I lost a bit faith in my own very eyes as it deceived me. Just do as the video says and keep looking at the spot. After the video is over, read what I’ve written underneath.

Concentrating on the dot, you saw a color picture at the end right? With green grass, blue sky and all? Then watch that video once more looking anywhere but the dot and see if that green grass and blue sky was really there! Please don’t hate me!!!

A west day’s end.(An unfinished story)

Intro: This was written during my first year of college. I wanted to write something and this is what I did. However, the story reached a point where I couldn’t make myself to continue with it. It ended up in me calling two of my friends and having a hearty discussion about it. Are we alive?

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The sun was setting. It seemed to him that with the sunset, the final hopes of joy and life were going to go forever. It was not as if life was always kind to him. But life being kind or not was not his problem.

He walked slowly across the beach, golden in sight as if by Midas’ touch. Not a soul was in sight and he knew it would be so. It was his first time there and probably his last time too. He came there to collect his thoughts. His own thoughts only soothed by the calm voice of the waves.

He walked on. His body seemed a burden to his feet and his mind was an unsolved jigsaw puzzle. He would solve it today or never. Such was his decision.

Time was plenty as the quietness and the red sun seemed to slow down the time to almost a standstill. He at last found the place he was looking for. A stone, a single rock standing upright determined to be there until the end of days and not to be moved by anyone.

He slowly settled down by the side of it. He had brought with him a bottle of wine called the ‘vintage 726’. He had picked it upon his way just to contain himself if anything was to go absolutely out  of control. He had heard enough to know that wine could wash away all the hurt in one’s mind. Of course, he had never tried it out till now. But if he was to, this would’ve been the best place to try it out.

He made himself comfy by the rock’s side. He wanted somehow to start his train of thoughts.

There was no rush. He watched the sun go down inch by inch, plunging the world into a realm of darkness.

Why? He thought. What is the purpose of all these things happening? Was it all a part of a predetermined or already written story? Then what is point in thinking things over? All that happens is bound to happen. So what am I doing?

As usual, a number of questions and zero answers. But he would not give up. He would not leave until he challenged his own very existence. This time, for once, he was determined not to give up.

“People were entitled to their beliefs and opinions. That doesn’t mean I have to be to theirs too, does it? Of course not. There is a purpose, a certain hidden force that drove me to this very spot, for this very purpose. I shall discover that.

If this was predetermined, then how come I can think it is predetermined? Do the characters in the stories of great authors ever think if they are only just creations doing and living according to the author’s whims? No they do not. But I wondered that. I have burdened myself with the doubt whether I am just a character in someone’s story”.

With this thought, he suddenly felt a tingling excitement. “Suppose I am just a character, then anything can happen now!”. Just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard a rumbling sound. At first it sounded like some trucks shifting on the beach, but then it started growing louder. The shiver came up through his spine.

Marsh.

When you by mistake stamp on quick sand… Or a marsh… You always realize it a bit too late… The terror of losing the very thing you love, your life, strikes your heart and you claw and do everything you can to get out from there… To regain the thing you love… But that only makes matters worse… You just keep going deep into it… Inch by inch.. You lose hope, you lose faith… You try to think of something but everything comes into your head together… You are dead, dead for sure… Unless, unless a helping hand, unexpected, comes and reaches for you. The hand pulls you out and gives you your most precious back… But in a marsh where no man dares to go, where will such a hand come from? Someone have to have followed you… Or someone must’ve been there close enough to hear your cry for help…