• Processor speed
• RAM
• All of iOS 5
• Voice Assistant(?)
• New form factor(?)

Cheaper iPhone 4S? Maybe. Why?

• Same new internals, old shell
• A slightly smaller screen doesn’t matter
• If it runs iOS 5 with all it’s features, why not?

I agree with Gruber that the “openness” argument with respect to the Apple iPad has about as much merit as it does applied to a modern motor vehicle. One is no longer able to pop the hood and tinker; there’s nothing left to tinker with. And automobiles are much more reliable, powerful, economical and efficient as a consequence.

I’ve spent the last ten years riding the only vehicle I own—a Yamaha RD350. It’s a two-stroke. It’s less efficient than most modern sedans. It smells and pollutes. It needs expert hands, love and care to fix (if you can find those hands). By necessity, I can tell what’s wrong with it by the way it moves and sounds. I can strip and rebuild it’s carburetors in 20 minutes. I could and have modified it to go faster, turn better and look the business. It’s “open” and it’s a giant pain in the ass.

I’ve used PCs for over 20 years. I’ve used DOS, OS/2, various versions and flavours of Windows, Linux and the BSDs. I can build a PC from scratch in 30 minutes, code if the situation is dire, remain on-call for tech support to friends and family and generally owe my gainful employment to the PC. Through the years my PCs have broken down, been upgraded, replaced, reformatted and tinkered with just for fun. My PCs are “open” and a giant pain in the ass.

These days, ET uses a MacBook, which she bought against my better judgement. My better judgement wasn’t. It has been a singularly prudent computer purchase. Three years, one dead hard disk and battery later, she still uses it every day. It’s rarely turned off or rebooted and has been around the country and halfway across the world with her more than once. Today, the home PC is in the best shape it’s ever been. Guess which one needs more tech support?

Nowadays, I commute on a tester Yamaha R15. It’s tiny, 4-stroke, fuel-injected, plastic, boy-racer red and has the old-school motorcycle cred of Lady Gaga. It’s also quick, reliable, safe, fun and frugal to the extent that I have money left over at the end of the month. I don’t want to give it back.

So I’m keeping my second iPhone and saving for the 3G iPad when it comes along. As applied to most people, complaints about it’s level of “openness” or lack thereof is just hypocrisy. We consume more than we create. Deal with it or learn to clean your own carbs.

You don’t have to have just one computer or just one motorcycle, but if I had to choose today, I’d probably choose to ride to work with a very tiny backpack for my lunch and iPad on a plastic rice-rocket.

Here’s the thing: in Mumbai, the voicemail number is 555, except it isn’t, and most of Airtel doesn’t know this. After a number of complaints, a mysterious call from an Airtel employee told me to use 567 instead. This works. Still no idea how to set a custom greeting.

So you now know your voicemail number. Great! Except that your iPhone doesn’t. It still thinks it’s 555. You tell it otherwise by punching in a USSD code on your phone dialpad thus:

*5005*86*567# (press “call”)

Now your iPhone knows it’s own voicemail number. Brilliant. Almost.

Here’s the other thing: the iPhone doesn’t have settings for “call divert” like other phones. That is, there are no explicit settings for whether the call should go to voicemail if unanswered, busy or out of coverage. The iPhone manual is also vague about this. However, since voicemail is a network feature, it’s possible to set options using network USSD codes, and generic GSM ones at that! What I used:

Send to voicemail if unanswered: **61*567#

Send to voicemail if out of coverage: **62*567#

I didn’t use this one, but it’s useful because you can then send any call to voicemail by simply pressing the lock button twice (busy signal):

Send to voicemail if busy: **67*567#

There’s a whole bunch of options to these well, so I’ll just link to the sources:

http://www.iphonehacks.com/2007/09/voicemail-hack.html

http://www.theunwired.net/?item=how-to-diverting-voice-calls-by-using-ussd-codes

The good news is that factory-unlocked iPhones are now going for what hacktivated ones used to. The premium is so minimal that there’s really no reason to save the cash and go through the cat-and-mouse routine with pwnage, hacktivation et al. I can confirm that the phones work as expected and will explicitly state that they are unlocked, once reset and connected to iTunes. Using a Vodafone SIM (an official iPhone 3G carrier), the phone also supports internet tethering out of the box. Baseband and firmware is the latest available.

Brilliant stuff. Ten points for Indian grey market enterprise.

The view from my hospital room

Additionally, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve shamelessly abused that pun. In brief, the nagging problem that has bothered me for seven years or so was a tiny black gallstone. Tiny like a peppercorn. Big enough to be a problem. It’s gone, along with its home.

What has this taught me about my lifestyle? Not much, really. Shit happens even if it shouldn’t happen to you till you’re 80. It did teach me a bit about the people close to me — for whom I shall remain forever grateful and to whom I owe thanks.

In particular, for the indomitable ET, who has been by my side since I first went into the hospital circus at Divali. She handled the paperwork, the preemptive phonecalls to insurance, sleeping in the hospital room on an uncomfortable futon, standing guard while I needed help using the toilet. To say nothing of the incessant legwork and crosstown driving despite a daily work schedule. Oh, and shuttling between FOUR hospitals through her own ill health at that. If we worked together, she would be insufferably efficient and I would be murdered.

To mom for being there and keeping all the shit together across a sick mother and son, multitudes of doctors, appointments and uncertainty. To Usha for keeping the home fires burning and the depressed dog fed, even if it meant hand-feeding.

To Shahnaz and Ketan for greasing the wheels, to Drs Rahul Kalia and Tilak Das for putting up with long-distance hypochondria and poor two-stroke analogies. To Jeetu & family, Ajay and Adeet for making it, sometimes across continents. To my in-laws and extended family for making sure I felt like there was an army to back me up. ET’s uncle insists I live with him for a while so he can fatten me up.

To Hari for lending us his car which made our hospital trips infinitely more bearable. To my colleagues who picked up my slack and ensured things worked. To HR and the insurance company, who sometimes do not deserve the poor reputation they’ve earned. To the surgeon who treated us like family even though the connection is distant — you have the undying adulation of the mrs, for completely unrelated reasons.

To the wife that complains that I never blog about her. There aren’t enough clichés…

It seems convenient to admit it now that he’s gone, but I was a fan of Michael Jackson. The years between his Jheri curls and my bald spot were sufficient for me to grow up and he to grow really weird. Still, through the grunge years, the adult contemporary, the drum ‘n bass, MJ remained—consistently—MJ. Increasingly irrelevant, until now.

As hackneyed as it sounds, something else did die with Michael Jackson—the extended childhood of my generation. Owned Thriller? Check. Bad? Check. Moonwalker bootleg? Check. Dangerous came at a dangerous time for the grunge-leaning. From then on, it was all just too bizzarre.

For me—as I’m sure it does for others in their 30s—it feels like the end of an era. I prefer to remember Michael Jackson as he was in “Bad”. Now go find Moonwalker on the torrents.

Khun anek, lekin manzil ek. Aisi hee garibon ko insaaf denewali kahaniyan… Badlegi bollywood ki duniya 1. Gunhaon ki saja 2. Raton ka tufaan

Phone numbers excluded to protect the shtrugglers.

The Zenbe mail interface

After weeks of waiting, Zenbe.com finally sent me a confirmation for an account request. Was it worth the wait? Sort of. It’s nice, but if your primary email is Gmail like mine is, it’s just different. Which is good, I suppose.

Design

Clearly, a lot of thought and work went into the design of Zenbe. It feels fresh and well put-together. Things are intuitively arranged, cool colours, rounded corners etc. There are, however, some bits that can be confusing. For example, the “Settings” dialog is just for your email accounts. Other settings are done through the Gear icon, which changes function based on context. In the calendar, it gives you options for the calendar. Logical, but it took me a while to figure out. Another minor niggle I found was that buttons are just text-based on top of the message view. I’m sort of used to having a trashcan icon around to delete things.

The sidebar is a plus. I say this because it is not something I immediately want to get rid of, as I do in most other apps. It holds your calendar, contact list, to-dos, twitter, facebook and google chat tabs. I’m not super-excited about the whole “social” angle, but I suspect with more use, I’ll begin to appreciate having everything in a single browser window.

Conversation view is also nice, in an iChat sort of way. Gmail has done this forever, but the presentation in Zenbe is more literal.

Features

Zenbe has lots of features. Conceivably, it could grow to become a complete PIM solution. I’m not organised enough to know the difference between two online calendars, but Zenbe includes one, and it works fine. It also shows up in your sidebar, so that’s convenient. I haven’t explored the system enough to know whether it has any neat tricks like creating meetings out of emails, but if it isn’t already there, it probably will be eventually.

An interesting feature is “ZenPages”, which are collations of events, discussions, email, files and to-dos. ZenPages can be shared with anyone, even people without Zenbe accounts. A bit like the “Sites” feature in Google Apps, but much more accessible, since it’s available on a tab right in your email view. I’ve begun using it to track things about a couple of projects. Just having shared email on a ZenPage is reason enough to try it.

Attachments get special treatment in Zenbe, with a dedicated “Files” tab in the main view. This shows you all the recent attachments you may have received in your email. A nice touch. I routinely rifle through email to find and refer to documents. The files tab saves a few steps in search. File previews are available on hover (at least for images) and documents open in a pop-up window that uses Scribd to display the attachment. It works well, if slightly slowly. I would think that files would have links back to the email, but this is not the case. A glaring omission, I thought. This would essentially make the “Files” tab a list of email sorted by attachment, but not being able to find the email containing an attachment just seems counterintuitive.

Like Gmail, Zenbe uses tags to organise your email. This was familiar and comfortable for me, and I was pleased with the implementation. To tag a message, you can do it the Gmail way, or simply click on the tag on the left sidebar. A tag can even be set to automatically archive, which is what I like to do with press releases. Select, click, gone. This alone is a good enough reason for me to use Zenbe as my mail front-end.

Technical

Mail front-end is probably a good way to describe Zenbe, since it doesn’t require you to switch to a new email account (though you get that by default). Zenbe polls your other POP3 accounts and brings them into your Inbox, letting you keep your “From:” header. It does this smartly—like Gmail—so I can poll my personal and work email and reply to it without any extra steps. This will work fine for most people, but it doesn’t for my slightly elongated chain of email (personal gmail forwards to google apps polled by Zenbe).

POP3 implies timed polling. Zenbe polls fast enough for my email needs, but I’m sure there’s a delay somewhere in the chain. I didn’t notice, so I don’t care. I did notice that Zenbe is able to pull in my Sent items as well—I don’t know how it does this over POP3. This is very useful with the conversation view, since I can continue using my gmail/google apps/work email on my iPhone as separate accounts, and get a nice consolidated view in Zenbe.

The system also provides POP3 and limited IMAP access to your Zenbe mail. I briefly considered getting rid of the multiple accounts on my iPhone and just accessing Zenbe through IMAP, but even though Zenbe can intelligently manage multiple accounts, the iPhone can’t. I’d have to stick with one “Reply-to”, which is unacceptable. Under the circumstances, Zenbe must remain solely my desktop front-end.

Wishlist and conclusions

I like Zenbe so far. I’d like to continue using it. It makes keeping your inbox empty quite easy. I hope it extends to mobile handsets soon—a simpler web interface perhaps? SyncML would be nice too. Better, consistent keyboard shortcuts would help (ESC doesn’t always work as expected).

Here’s hoping the next time round actually, finally allows background notifications.

Disclaimer: Experience-wise, I am a new driver with all of two months of suicide-inducing, insane Mumbai traffic and one Mumbai-Pune roundtrip under my right foot. Naive impressions are my own and probably have nothing in common with the official line.

On with it then.

So I convince the ancient Maharashtrian guard to open the showroom and hand me the keys. He confirms that the name on the visiting card is mine, twice (it wasn’t). Following which, he hands me two plastic things with two buttons each. This, to a man who’s car and bike keys are interchangeable for the most part. Okayyy… quick call to the dealer tells me I just need them near me to start the car. Knob where the key should be starts the car. I step outside to check if its on, it’s that quiet at idle.

Okay, I confess. I stepped outside because the car wouldn’t move at all and felt like it was wheelying. I forgot the handbrake. Why one would use the handbrake for an automatic car with the ‘P’ mode, I don’t know. But then, I’ve never driven an automatic before, much less an automatic that I couldn’t pay for with both kidneys, liver, heart, eyes, nervous system, limbs etc. Or maybe, as is the financial fashion these days, I just sell myself short.

Down the ramp and off home, which is half a kilometer away. The vehicle has sharp steering, and is certainly easier to maneuver than my decrepit Maruti 1000. Turning radius feels smaller and the power steering has a nice feel, unlike the Playstation-like Hyundai i10. Destination reached, I proceed to park in single file between an old Armada and a new Scorpio. This SUV feels big, but isn’t. It easily fits within the width of a Mahindra. CVT transmission makes parallel parking incredibly easy, and I made out like a pro.

Half an hour later, it’s off to pick up the wife from the train station. Strange man is next to her in the parking lot, singing aloud, trying to catch some attention. Large SUV crushes gravel and said romeo’s self-esteem. Meanwhile, super-enthu eccentric rich mechanic neighbour kid has hitched a ride and is playing with the console and rattling off specs from his photographic memory. Climate-control: check. It reads your mind and gently breezes over sweaty toes. Temperature control makes me shiver, but then my fridge makes me shiver; so for the naturally-insulated, mileage may vary.

Audio system is a six-speaker Rockford Fosgate with a 10″ subwoofer. It’s plenty loud and has overpowering bass. If you’re a pimp, you’ll like it. I don’t. Steering-mounted controls work as expected and the readout on the head unit is reasonable, if a bit short for anything but single-word song titles. The car came pre-loaded with greatest Goan konkani hits, which I purused. This should count as a plus.

Bells and whistles abound, as they should in a fully-loaded car. Electrical driver’s seat has enough adjustments to choreograph short performance-art skits. The car beeps and complains if you move without both seatbelts being fastened. It complains (I think) if the car is off and the headlights are on. It complains if you’re too close to something behind you (an override for this feature will be needed if you’re driving in traffic).

Sunglass receptacle on top is neat and opens up in a smooth, damped motion. Center arm-rest is comfy and has a large storage compartment beneath. CDs go into another roomy box on top of the dash, while the glove box is where it should be. All power windows, of course, and the dash is LCD and reads speed, mileage, fuel level, whether the doors are open etc. The light inside is smart and switches itself on and off depending on the situation. Very useful, and it fades out gracefully.

I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! JUST TELL ME ABOUT PERFORMANCE section

2.4 liter, 4-pot MIVEC. Disc brakes all round. Brakes rock my world. Stopping from 80 to almost zero for a 90-degree right turn was smooth and effortless, with no drama. Wife later mentioned that she slid from the right side of the back seat to the left, then fell behind the passenger seat. Must remember to take note of well-being of family members while driving fun cars.

Power is adequate, but not thrilling, even to a driver who wouldn’t know any better. The CVT is a pleasure to drive leisurely, but annoying if you want performance. Thankfully, the Outlander has paddle-shift, which are paddles of fun. Kick down two or three ratios and the engine growls and surges ahead. Relatively. It’s fast, but not brutal or scary. I had no issues punching the throttle between traffic and making quick strides before jamming the brakes at a stoplight. Still, full-auto CVT is more for smooth, worry-free drives. Use the paddles for any fun.

Suspension is decent and I had no problems flicking through the gears at 100 clicks on stone, gravel, butchered tarmac. My wife was doing 100+ on Palm Beach road and scared herself when she looked at the speedo. Effortless, quick. Cosseted, safe feeling inside with great brakes are all confidence-boosting. Handling is great as far as I can tell, and the size of the vehicle was a non-issue. Super visibility, much respect from tailgating bastards. Nobody cuts you off, and few can catch up anyway.

The car also has a 2wd/4wd/lock knob, but I didn’t use it. Lights are HID and excellent. Wipers dead silent, which is a good thing when you keep putting them on when you want to signal right. High-beam flasher took some getting used to, since the toggle and the flash motions are in the same direction (towards driver).

To sum up: Fun, fatigue-free, well-sorted and well-loaded. Looks great to me and I think the Outlander should have no problem competing with the CR-V and Captiva. At about 24 lac on road, the price is probably not outrageous. Not much else I can report based on two hours of driving.