Here is something I experienced this week, from the previous posts u would have come to a conclusion that my VIVAs are on, so I would be pretty busy with studies and all. In reality, I have been wasting my time, on useless crap stuff like going to college and giving VIVAs.
You must be pretty confused thinking, wtf is this guy talking about, besides it wouldnt seem too much, if you think i am on drugs or something, coz once u listen to what I have to say, am sure you will be pretty much like my mental condition.
Day 1 ---> AMUP VIVA
I went to college and reached at 10:30AM, VIVAs were scheduled at 10:00AM (yeah the notice had the words "10:00AM sharp" writtern in bold and underlined with full effect). After reaching I found out, the external hasnt come as yet, so we waited till around 11:30AM, then this bald guy comes and says "Come 4 people for VIVA". And so it began, the thing that was scheduled at 10:00AM started at 11:30AM, typical Jondale like. The first batch that went in, came out and said "Bhaari Bhaari questions puuch raha hai undar, yeh pad voh pad aur voh bhi padd". Hearing that people started digging holes into their books and reading even more. I think one guy even started remembering the page numbers of some concepts that he studied. Later, after 4 to 5 batches went and came, we came to know all the different types of questions that were asked inside. So now come the smart students, who's (by god's grace) roll numbers were at a later stage, they read only those questions that were asked inside, thus saving lots of time.
I was part of this group of smart student, who wasted the entire nite doing nothing and read only those questions which were asked inside, within the 2-3 hours that he took. Now came my turn, as soon as I went in, this external asked my other patner "Accha Boss, Kya pada hai bolo", he said SPARC architecture. As soon as he heard this, his eyes twinkled like as if he was unemployed, and was given an opportunity to work in an MNC. The first bouncer he put was "Tell me, we have SPARC architecture but not a SPARC processor why???", he pointed his finger starting from the other end where I was sitting (we were sitting in a single row and i was very much close to the external), everyone of them shrugged their shoulder and said "No idea" (which is the best way to say, "YEH kya puucha hai aapne???"). As soon as he pointed onto me, I was determined to say something or the other, so I started of by saying "Sir Architecture, is nothing but a design, whereas processor is the implementation of this design, hence SPARC is just a architecture". This was purely instinct based answer, I had no idea of what SPARC was, I didnt even touch that topic. As soon as the external heard my answer he was stunned for a minute or two and sat there staring at me as if I had uttered some verses from some kind of damned and banned book. I think it was because he didnt expect an answer for his question he put, in the way I had given or something like that. Later he himself sat and explained why no processor is made for SPARC. As he was explaining, I caught a glimpse of sweat falling from my friends forehead, from the corner of my eye. They were all terrified by the kind of question this guy was firing at us. Then came the next dreaded question,(dreaded because he was in a mood to fry us alive in a big cauldron with not a single drop of oil, lol), it was something like this "If the SPARC architecture was implemented, that is if SPARC processor was made, which operating system would be used". This question just blew away the remaining courage in our hearts to attend the viva, it was as if we were in some torcher chamber, he then started pointing his dangerous finger one by one, atlast he showed his finger towards me with some hope, and I (who was determined to say something or the other) said the following "Sir, SPARC is made by SUN microsystems (I dunno from where i came to know that) so we can use their Operating System called Solaris". This came as a double surprise, after this big one, I was never asked a single question again in the Entire VIVA for AMUP. So as i told you, I was saved once again for my street smart brain, which picks up junk faster than a magnet picks up iron pins in a hay stack.
The second VIVA of Intelligent System, I will update it when i get time, and the energy to do so, coz rit now am busy with many stuff coming up, like my cousin's wedding etc.... Till then CYA
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Are you a Bucket Filler or a Bucket Dipper
You have heard of the cup that overflowed. This is a story of a bucket that is like the cup, only larger, it is an invisible bucket. Everyone has one. It determines how we feel about ourselves, about others, and how we get along with people. Have you ever experienced a series of very favorable things which made you want to be good to people for a week? At that time, your bucket was full.
A bucket can be filled by a lot of things that happen. When a person speaks to you, recognizing you as a human being, your bucket is filled a little. Even more if he calls you by name, especially if it is the name you like to be called. If he compliments you on your dress or on a job well done, the level in your bucket goes up still higher. There must be a million ways to raise the level in another's bucket. Writing a friendly letter, remembering something that is special to him, knowing the names of his children, expressing sympathy for his loss, giving him a hand when his work is heavy, taking time for conversation, or, perhaps more important, listing to him.
When one's bucket is full of this emotional support, one can express warmth and friendliness to people. But, remember, this is a theory about a bucket and a dipper. Other people have dippers and they can get their dippers in your bucket. This, too, can be done in a million ways.
Lets say I am at a dinner and inadvertently upset a glass of thick, sticky chocolate milk that spills over the table cloth, on a lady's skirt, down onto the carpet. I am embarrassed. "Bright Eyes" across the table says, "You upset that glass of chocolate milk." I made a mistake, I know I did, and then he told me about it! He got his dipper in my bucket! Think of the times a person makes a mistake, feels terrible about it, only to have someone tell him about the known mistake ("Red pencil" mentality!)
Buckets are filled and buckets are emptied ? emptied many times because people don't really think about what are doing. When a person's bucket is emptied, he is very different than when it is full. You say to a person whose bucket is empty, "That is a pretty tie you have," and he may reply in a very irritated, defensive manner.
Although there is a limit to such an analogy, there are people who seem to have holes in their buckets. When a person has a hole in his bucket, he irritates lots of people by trying to get his dipper in their buckets. This is when he really needs somebody to pour it in his bucket because he keeps losing.
The story of our lives is the interplay of the bucket and the dipper. Everyone has both. The unyielding secret of the bucket and the dipper is that when you fill another's bucket it does not take anything out of your own bucket. The level in our own bucket gets higher when we fill another's, and, on the other hand, when we dip into another's bucket we do not fill our own ... we lose a little.
For a variety of reasons, people hesitate filling the bucket of another and consequently do not experience the fun, joy, happiness, fulfillment, and satisfaction connected with making another person happy. Some reasons for this hesitancy are that people think it sounds "fakey," or the other person will be suspicious of the motive, or it is "brown-nosing."
Therefore, let us put aside our dipper and resolve to touch someone's life in order to fill their bucket.
A bucket can be filled by a lot of things that happen. When a person speaks to you, recognizing you as a human being, your bucket is filled a little. Even more if he calls you by name, especially if it is the name you like to be called. If he compliments you on your dress or on a job well done, the level in your bucket goes up still higher. There must be a million ways to raise the level in another's bucket. Writing a friendly letter, remembering something that is special to him, knowing the names of his children, expressing sympathy for his loss, giving him a hand when his work is heavy, taking time for conversation, or, perhaps more important, listing to him.
When one's bucket is full of this emotional support, one can express warmth and friendliness to people. But, remember, this is a theory about a bucket and a dipper. Other people have dippers and they can get their dippers in your bucket. This, too, can be done in a million ways.
Lets say I am at a dinner and inadvertently upset a glass of thick, sticky chocolate milk that spills over the table cloth, on a lady's skirt, down onto the carpet. I am embarrassed. "Bright Eyes" across the table says, "You upset that glass of chocolate milk." I made a mistake, I know I did, and then he told me about it! He got his dipper in my bucket! Think of the times a person makes a mistake, feels terrible about it, only to have someone tell him about the known mistake ("Red pencil" mentality!)
Buckets are filled and buckets are emptied ? emptied many times because people don't really think about what are doing. When a person's bucket is emptied, he is very different than when it is full. You say to a person whose bucket is empty, "That is a pretty tie you have," and he may reply in a very irritated, defensive manner.
Although there is a limit to such an analogy, there are people who seem to have holes in their buckets. When a person has a hole in his bucket, he irritates lots of people by trying to get his dipper in their buckets. This is when he really needs somebody to pour it in his bucket because he keeps losing.
The story of our lives is the interplay of the bucket and the dipper. Everyone has both. The unyielding secret of the bucket and the dipper is that when you fill another's bucket it does not take anything out of your own bucket. The level in our own bucket gets higher when we fill another's, and, on the other hand, when we dip into another's bucket we do not fill our own ... we lose a little.
For a variety of reasons, people hesitate filling the bucket of another and consequently do not experience the fun, joy, happiness, fulfillment, and satisfaction connected with making another person happy. Some reasons for this hesitancy are that people think it sounds "fakey," or the other person will be suspicious of the motive, or it is "brown-nosing."
Therefore, let us put aside our dipper and resolve to touch someone's life in order to fill their bucket.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Top 20 Unconventional ways to use Wikipedia
-By James Yeang
Started only in 2001, Wikipedia has grown to become the single most comprehensive information ever created. As of now, there are more than 75,000 active contributors working on some 5,300,000 articles in more than 100 languages.
It has earned the distinction of being the 9th most popular site in the world according to Alexa, and has become so pervasive in our lives that scientists are even using it to help computers think smarter.
Here is the first installment of 20 creative ways to use Wikipedia
1. Read Wikipedia as a comic book
Bored of reading conventional articles? Greg Williams picks Wikipedia articles and ?converts? them into small comic books. Don’t expect to find a large amount of comic articles here, but be entertained as seemingly boring topics turn into light reading.
2. Navigate Wikipedia as a mindmap
Presented in a visual form, Wikimindmap helps you browse through related articles and ideas really quickly. Using mindmaps, you can get a structured view of any topic available on Wikipedia.
3. Have Wikipedia as a part of Google Earth
Want to dig deeper about a certain location on Google Earth? You can now tap into Wikipedia’s vast information resources. Just download the latest update to Google Earth, then go to Layers -> Geographic Web section in Google Earth and tick the Wikipedia box.
4. Go offline with Wikipedia on DVD
Useful as an offline reference tool, or for distribution in areas with slow or non-existent Internet access, Choice articles from Wikipedia is available for free download as a DVD, or you can buy it at $13.99.
Articles were chosen based on criteria for quality and importance set by the Wikipedia community. Topics covered include, among others, geography, arts, literature, science, history, and natural sciences. Users can browse articles using a built-in search engine or by surfing navigational pages.
5. Search Wikipedia and Google at the same time
This awesome Firefox extension shows you a relevant Wikipedia article along with your search results. To top it off, clicking links in the wikipedia article will trigger new Google searches, making it a very useful research tool indeed.
6. Stumble Through the Wikipedia articles which are fine tuned to your taste
StumbleUpon has got to be the easiest way to rate websites and discover others which match your tastes. Clicking one of the links on the StumbleThru page restricts your toolbar and returns pages only from that domain. This gives you the chance to discover Wikipedia articles which were highly rated by people of the same tastes as yourself.
7. A better way to search Wikipedia and its sources
The contents of Wikiseek are restricted to Wikipedia pages AND only those sites which are referenced within Wikipedia, making it an authoritative source of information less subject to spam and SEO schemes.
On top of that, it comes with a powerful AJAX interface for search-as-you-type functionality.
8. Get Wikipedia’s ‘Featured Article’ in your email
Learn something new everyday with the best of Wikipedia delivered to you.
Featured articles are considered to be the best articles in Wikipedia, as determined by Wikipedia’s editors. Before being listed here, articles are reviewed for accuracy, neutrality, completeness, and style. To give you an idea about it’s exclusivity, currently only one in 1,270 articles is listed here. Get a daily dosage via email with this subscription link.
9. Find out which Wikipedia Articles are the most popular
The Google Trends hot keywords list shows you the search terms which are gaining momentum, which is good, but Wikicharts goes one step further by providing all Wikipedia stats by topic, and quantifying them. Because Wikipedia is so widely used, you can safely assume that it truly represents how interested people are about a certain topic.
10. Optimize Wikipedia for your mobile phone
Everything from the screen aspect as well as the content loaded has been optimized for mobile usage in this Mobile-Wikipedia project. What does this translate into? Faster loading time for on a phone, a better viewing experience, and information literally at your fingertips.
Bonus tip #1: Check out Uncyclopedia - the Wikipedia clone where practically nothing is true, but pretty funny
Bonus tip #2: One of the weirdest Wikipedia categories ever
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Sorry dear Friends
I know some of you must be wondering where I disappeared, well to start off, my HDD (Hard Disk) just went into COMA, due to some Bad Sectors, have been without a PC for the past 4 days. Have to buy a new one, will be buying it pretty soon. Rit now I just blocked those frustrating Bad sectors and did some Jhol, so can be online, but i dunno how long this will last.
Also, my VIVAs have started, that means loads of studies and Ratta Patti for me now. So wont be able to Update my blog regularly. Also all my engineering friends who are reading this, our 7th semester Examinations for Mumbai University are confirmed from 3rd Dec till 10 Jan. Yeah I know, pretty shitty time table. Official notice was put up at Shah and Anchor College of Engineering. The time table, well I dunno the schedule, but I am pretty sure that its going to be a pain.
And as an added bonus, I am down with some strange type of FLU. My entire body aches, am feeling tired as if I ran the marathon or something, I am feeling very cold and feverish, and my nose is full of scum (a.k.a. Shembud in marathi). I dunno how in the world am I gonna prepare for the upcoming VIVAs and Exams. The first VIVA is on 26th and the subject is Advanced Microprocessor. As i used to say, the stuff is very much advanced, have go byheart some stupid Block Diagrams of Pentium Processor and all. Its times like these I wish, IBM didnt invent these Pain in the Ass microprocessors. Wish me good luck. Cya!!
Also, my VIVAs have started, that means loads of studies and Ratta Patti for me now. So wont be able to Update my blog regularly. Also all my engineering friends who are reading this, our 7th semester Examinations for Mumbai University are confirmed from 3rd Dec till 10 Jan. Yeah I know, pretty shitty time table. Official notice was put up at Shah and Anchor College of Engineering. The time table, well I dunno the schedule, but I am pretty sure that its going to be a pain.
And as an added bonus, I am down with some strange type of FLU. My entire body aches, am feeling tired as if I ran the marathon or something, I am feeling very cold and feverish, and my nose is full of scum (a.k.a. Shembud in marathi). I dunno how in the world am I gonna prepare for the upcoming VIVAs and Exams. The first VIVA is on 26th and the subject is Advanced Microprocessor. As i used to say, the stuff is very much advanced, have go byheart some stupid Block Diagrams of Pentium Processor and all. Its times like these I wish, IBM didnt invent these Pain in the Ass microprocessors. Wish me good luck. Cya!!
I met GOD!!
There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with cupcakes, several cans of root beer and started on his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he saw an elderly woman. She was sitting on a park bench watching the pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed the lady looked hungry so he offered her a cupcake. She gratefully accepted and smiled at him.
Her smile was so wonderful that he wanted to see it again, so he offered a root beer as well. Once again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted!
They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling without saying a word.
As it began to grow dark, the boy realized how tired he was and wanted to go home. He got up to leave but before he had gone no more than a few steps, he turned around and ran back to the old woman, giving her a big hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy arrived home his Mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked, What has made you so happy today He replied, I had lunch with God. Before his mother could respond he added, You know what She's got the most beautiful smile in the whole world!
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face. He asked, Mother, what has made you so happy today She replied, I ate cupcakes in the park with God. And before her son could reply, she added, You know, he is much younger than I expected.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring; all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Take no one for granted and embrace all equally with joy!
This Explains why certain stuff in our life, let it be the simplest things, make us happy and content.
When he had gone about three blocks, he saw an elderly woman. She was sitting on a park bench watching the pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed the lady looked hungry so he offered her a cupcake. She gratefully accepted and smiled at him.
Her smile was so wonderful that he wanted to see it again, so he offered a root beer as well. Once again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted!
They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling without saying a word.
As it began to grow dark, the boy realized how tired he was and wanted to go home. He got up to leave but before he had gone no more than a few steps, he turned around and ran back to the old woman, giving her a big hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy arrived home his Mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked, What has made you so happy today He replied, I had lunch with God. Before his mother could respond he added, You know what She's got the most beautiful smile in the whole world!
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face. He asked, Mother, what has made you so happy today She replied, I ate cupcakes in the park with God. And before her son could reply, she added, You know, he is much younger than I expected.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring; all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Take no one for granted and embrace all equally with joy!
This Explains why certain stuff in our life, let it be the simplest things, make us happy and content.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
What do I do Today!!!
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfill today. I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
ATLAST!! but ALAS!!!!
Well for all my aching fingers and all the parts of my body that served me day and night, its time for them to party!!
Atlast I completed writing everything, nothing is left (except for the index and certificate page stuff). But, now the teachers dont wanna check whatever I have written. Seems like I have an attraction for problems now a days. The teachers are rejecting my files saying "Itna time kahan they aap?? kya aap akele bacche ho puree class mai?? Ab jaao mai nahin check karne wali hoon".
My end of the story is, all others showed their files early with a truck load of corrections in their writeups as well as their Printouts, but I waited and did all the corrections and have made my file error free, so I didnt hurry up to get my stuff checked, and this alone has made me count in the list of late submitters. Nice na?
I am so fed up now, that I am planning to give second thoughts to complete my BE, but the fact that its just 2 semesters away calms my nerves, not to mention the list of abuses my mind can think of (yeah, some of them you might havent even come across) when someone asks me "Arey yaar, yeh jondhale college kaisa hai??".
My VIVA dates have come in and god help me, its just a 10 days away, cant digest the fact that I have to face some stranger who would be hurling questions which even the college professors wouldnt have heard of. Along with that our HOD wants our Project Synopsis this Saturday, and to top that we have submissions of all subjects scheduled on friday and Saturday. You can expect some gaalis in the posts to come. CYA till then.
P.S. ==> I have stopped dreaming about Harzania for a while since I got several other stuff to dream about (as u can see). Will dream when I am free.
Atlast I completed writing everything, nothing is left (except for the index and certificate page stuff). But, now the teachers dont wanna check whatever I have written. Seems like I have an attraction for problems now a days. The teachers are rejecting my files saying "Itna time kahan they aap?? kya aap akele bacche ho puree class mai?? Ab jaao mai nahin check karne wali hoon".
My end of the story is, all others showed their files early with a truck load of corrections in their writeups as well as their Printouts, but I waited and did all the corrections and have made my file error free, so I didnt hurry up to get my stuff checked, and this alone has made me count in the list of late submitters. Nice na?
I am so fed up now, that I am planning to give second thoughts to complete my BE, but the fact that its just 2 semesters away calms my nerves, not to mention the list of abuses my mind can think of (yeah, some of them you might havent even come across) when someone asks me "Arey yaar, yeh jondhale college kaisa hai??".
My VIVA dates have come in and god help me, its just a 10 days away, cant digest the fact that I have to face some stranger who would be hurling questions which even the college professors wouldnt have heard of. Along with that our HOD wants our Project Synopsis this Saturday, and to top that we have submissions of all subjects scheduled on friday and Saturday. You can expect some gaalis in the posts to come. CYA till then.
P.S. ==> I have stopped dreaming about Harzania for a while since I got several other stuff to dream about (as u can see). Will dream when I am free.
Logical Thinking .....
Make yourself an Icecream while u read the blog below
This is worth reading...never underestimate your customer's complaint, no matter how silly it might sound to be.
This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive.
A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors
This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it.
It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind
The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised and greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.
The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem.
And toward this end he began to take notes he jotted down all sorts of data time of day,type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc. In a short time, he had a clue the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why The answer was in the layout of the store.
Vanilla being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.
Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.
Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream Eureka!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer vapour lock.
It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to dissipate.
So then, Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.
God Exists???
Aman went to a barber shop to have his hair and his beard cut as always.
He started to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him. They talked about so many things and various subjects. suddenly, they touched the subject of God.
The barber said: “Look man, I don’t believe that God exists as you say so.”
Why do you say that?” - asked the client.
Well, it’s so easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be no suffering nor pain. I can’t think of a God who permits all of these things.”
The client stopped for a moment thinking but he didn’t want to respond so as to prevent an argument. The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop. Just after he left the barber shop he saw a man in the street with a long hair and beard (it seems that it had been a long time since he had his cut and he looked so untidy).
Then the client again entered the barber shop and he said to the barber: know what? Barbers do not exist.”
“How come they don’t exist?”-asked the barber. “Well I am here and I am a barber.”
“No!” - the client exclaimed. “They don’t exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who walks in the street.”
“Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me.”
“Exactly!”- affirmed the client. “That’s the point. GOD does exist, what happens is people don’t go to Him and do not look for Him that’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”
Monday, October 15, 2007
The Ant
One morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather cross my back terrace. Several times it was confronted by obstacles in its path and after a momentary pause it would make the necessary detour.
At one point the ant had to negotiate a crack in the concrete about 10mm wide. After brief contemplation the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked across it and picked up the feather on the other side then continued on its way. I was fascinated by the ingenuity of this ant, one of God's smallest creatures. It served to reinforce the miracle of creation. Here was a minute insect, lacking in size yet equipped with a brain to reason, explore, discover and overcome. But this ant, like the two-legged co-residents of this planet, also share human failings.
After some time the ant finally reached its destination - a flower bed at the end of the terrace and a small hole that was the entrance to its underground home. And it was here that the ant finally met its match. How could that large feather possibly fit down small hole
Of course it couldn't. so the ant, after all this trouble and exercising great ingenuity, overcoming problems all along the way, just abandoned the feather and went home.
The ant had not thought the problem through before it began its epic journey and in the end the feather was nothing more than a burden. Isn't life like that!
We worry about our family, we worry about money or the lack of it, we worry about work, about where we live, about all sorts of things. These are all burdens - the things we pick up along life's path and lug them around the obstacles and over the crevasses that life will bring, only to find that at the destination they are useless and we can't take them with us...
Friday, October 12, 2007
12th October 2007
Yesterday night I dreamt of the same dream, so I will continue with what I saw and felt.
Last time, I learnt the basics of movement in "Harzania", so I could now move around as if I was moving on earth, yeah the continous falling down had become a part of that world and I really got accustomed to it. I had spent almost a day in here, mastering the skills of movement, so I was pretty engrossed, and hence didnt feel hungry or thirsty, but now that I had nothing to do, I suddenly felt all the rats and other creatures moving around in my stomach, I could the stomach literally growling like a hungry lion, that too like a magestic male hungry lion (not that i had any mane around my stomach or something like that). So I wandered around the place in search of food, strangely enough I never felt thirsty. I wandered and I searched, but I couldnt see a single person for miles,then I lost all hope and I continued falling down, feeling all glum and hungry, missing my dear planet Earth. I finally got the feel of those people in movies who get lost in deserts (for no reason literally, thats hollywood) and just like them, I was hoping to get found by someone.
I dozed off, in mid air and dreamt about all the good food that I had (yeah a dream in a dream, fascinating eh?), I dreamt about how I ate Butter Chicken at the Dhaba with my friends, how I gobbled up the Pani Puris from the bhaiya near our building, how I drank all the Buttermilk from the unlimited supply at house. Suddenly I felt someone's hand around my neck, it was as if some snake was whirling itself around me, but this hand was quite soft. I felt as if I was being pulled somewhere, but the downward motion of this planet made it feel as if i changed the direction of fall, instead of falling down , I was falling sideways. Then I felt a hughe thump on my head, after which i lost all my senses. I could see only stars which were making diffrent constellation.
Later when I opened my eye, I found my self in a very strange place, which resembled just like my house, a little bit actually, I felt I was lying back on a bed, with a comfortable pillow and a good blanket. So I woke up and sat on the bed, hoping to acess the situation at hand. It was like a room, with a door, a window, a cupboard, and the bed ofcourse on which i was lying, when I looked down on the floor, I was aghast, since there was no floor, and all the things were falling down like I was a little while ago. I was first scared to get down from the bed, so I called out loud, hoping that the person who saved me would come to the rescue again. But, no one was answering, so I decided to check out the place myself.
As soon as I was about to check out the place, my Mom woke me up, so I hope to see the same dream tommorow!!! till then CYA ;)
Last time, I learnt the basics of movement in "Harzania", so I could now move around as if I was moving on earth, yeah the continous falling down had become a part of that world and I really got accustomed to it. I had spent almost a day in here, mastering the skills of movement, so I was pretty engrossed, and hence didnt feel hungry or thirsty, but now that I had nothing to do, I suddenly felt all the rats and other creatures moving around in my stomach, I could the stomach literally growling like a hungry lion, that too like a magestic male hungry lion (not that i had any mane around my stomach or something like that). So I wandered around the place in search of food, strangely enough I never felt thirsty. I wandered and I searched, but I couldnt see a single person for miles,then I lost all hope and I continued falling down, feeling all glum and hungry, missing my dear planet Earth. I finally got the feel of those people in movies who get lost in deserts (for no reason literally, thats hollywood) and just like them, I was hoping to get found by someone.
I dozed off, in mid air and dreamt about all the good food that I had (yeah a dream in a dream, fascinating eh?), I dreamt about how I ate Butter Chicken at the Dhaba with my friends, how I gobbled up the Pani Puris from the bhaiya near our building, how I drank all the Buttermilk from the unlimited supply at house. Suddenly I felt someone's hand around my neck, it was as if some snake was whirling itself around me, but this hand was quite soft. I felt as if I was being pulled somewhere, but the downward motion of this planet made it feel as if i changed the direction of fall, instead of falling down , I was falling sideways. Then I felt a hughe thump on my head, after which i lost all my senses. I could see only stars which were making diffrent constellation.
Later when I opened my eye, I found my self in a very strange place, which resembled just like my house, a little bit actually, I felt I was lying back on a bed, with a comfortable pillow and a good blanket. So I woke up and sat on the bed, hoping to acess the situation at hand. It was like a room, with a door, a window, a cupboard, and the bed ofcourse on which i was lying, when I looked down on the floor, I was aghast, since there was no floor, and all the things were falling down like I was a little while ago. I was first scared to get down from the bed, so I called out loud, hoping that the person who saved me would come to the rescue again. But, no one was answering, so I decided to check out the place myself.
As soon as I was about to check out the place, my Mom woke me up, so I hope to see the same dream tommorow!!! till then CYA ;)
Thursday, October 11, 2007
11th October 2007
Yesterday, while having a nap in the afternoon, this dream came along. There was a place called "Harzania" (yeah i know sounds like Parzania), it was a pretty unusual place. There was no land, instead there was clouds everywhere, and us people could bounce on these clouds and not fall down (there was no ground u see). Actually the entire dream is was falling down a never ending pit of sort; It was scary at first, since you would die if you hit a land mass, so I screamed my lungs out, but later I got used to falling downwards. It was as if there was some highspeed fan above me which was pushing me downwards with tremedous force. I was a little scared that my Contact Lens would tear off from my eye (actually i was scared of my mom scolding me if they got teared since its my 3rd pair in the same year). So I reached out to my pocket to find out I had my specs with me, so in mid air, falling down, I removed my lens and put them in the lens case and wore my specs. I dunno why the lens did not fly off my fingers, neither did I know how i brought my specs with me (Its a dream u see). After getting used to the falling, I made myself comfortable in mid air, I sat crosslegged and found out that sitting like that reduced my speed downwards, at first i had a problem of balancing, since i would become upside down everytime I sat crosslegged (you can imagine cant you??), but slowly I got the trick and could sit crosslegged in mid air. As I told you, this reduced the speed with which I was falling down, but there was a tremendous pressure exerted on my bum (sorry for bringing in my bum, I have to specify the pain i was going through, in my dream ofcourse). Due to this pressure, I had a strong urge to fart, but i controlled it since it was quite embarrassing (its embarrassing expressing here also, but I have to). After a long time of controlling my inner air, I just couldnt withstand, so I FARTED!!. It was the longest Fart i have ever experienced or even seen, I was out of breath, still I was farting, but due to this I noticed something, instead of moving downwards, I was moving upwards, till some distance after which i was stationary and then again started falling down. After this experience I learnt the basics of moving around in Harzania and it was really fascinating how diffrent it was from our planet Earth.
I will continue my dream in the following posts, as I had to wake up and finish off some assignments (but ofcourse). Till then CYA!!!
I will continue my dream in the following posts, as I had to wake up and finish off some assignments (but ofcourse). Till then CYA!!!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
9th October 2007
There seems to be a certain breed of chimpanzees who can be described as follows
Our long lost cousins
Imagine a relative who thinks sex is like a handshake. Who organises orgies with the neighbours, doesn’t mind if their partner sleeps around, and firmly believes females should be in charge of everything. Imagine there was a whole tribe of these relatives – crazy yes? But definitely a lot of fun.
Bonobo share 98.7% of our DNA, equal to our more famous cousins, chimpanzees. But unlike chimps, we know hardly anything about them. Part of the reason for this is that there's been civil war in the Democratic Republic of Congo for the last 10 years and bonobos don't live anywhere else. The other reason is that to see wild bonobos, you have to be prepared to canoe for 4 days up the Congo River through malaria infested swamps.
Luckily for us, in the capital of Kinshasa is a 35 hectare forest with over 50 orphans. Because we study psychology, Lola ya Bonobo Sanctuary is a perfect place to play our fun problem solving games that will hopefully help us find out how we became human.
I really wish I was a Monkey (Not that I am any different, thats what my friends say). Would be woken up in the morning by my other monkey friends. Would be literally "Hanging Around", with them, oogling other monkey chicks. Eating Fresh Fruits rite from the trees, savoring their freshness. Favorite passtime would be removing lice from my girlfriend's hide. Not to mention the countless number of territorial battles, hitting other monkeys, bruising them, kicking them. Life would be so much fun. Atleast better than the once I am living in. Same old Textbook routine. Wake up, go here, do this, do that, go here, eat, go there, do this, do that, ....... I sometimes wonder how we let life do this to us. Then I realise its the other way round, its us who make our lives like that. Change seems to be distant hope, and just a little change in timetable makes me so much happy.
If only I had all the money in the world, the first thing I would do is redistribute it back to the world equally. I sometimes think, why do i lead a boring life, and the answer pops up almost instantly, I just dont have the motivation to do anything, even killing someone needs a motivation, I lack that too (not that I wanna kill someone, just for saying). I salute my sister who is an aspiring Fashion Designer, who is doing what she dreamt of when she was 12yrs old. I salute my friend who is almost a Pilot, and wanted to be one since he saw a plane 8yrs old. And then I salute my mom, who is still getting promotions every single month (she was a clerk 4yrs back, now she is a manager, can u believe it???). I really want to get motivated by all this, but I really dont know why I dont get the vibe. When I was 14yrs old, I dreamt of learning everything that is made for them. So I did Computer Engineering, but now I know everything else that surrounds a computer but not the stuff that I want, and the reason for that is a combination of Laziness, Madness, Distractions and (I am not getting the word here, help me out). I wish I could get motivated, I wish I could get everything right and for once I wish I wasnt someone who I am.
The Pilot
The Fashion Designer
The Manager
Our long lost cousins
Imagine a relative who thinks sex is like a handshake. Who organises orgies with the neighbours, doesn’t mind if their partner sleeps around, and firmly believes females should be in charge of everything. Imagine there was a whole tribe of these relatives – crazy yes? But definitely a lot of fun.
Bonobo share 98.7% of our DNA, equal to our more famous cousins, chimpanzees. But unlike chimps, we know hardly anything about them. Part of the reason for this is that there's been civil war in the Democratic Republic of Congo for the last 10 years and bonobos don't live anywhere else. The other reason is that to see wild bonobos, you have to be prepared to canoe for 4 days up the Congo River through malaria infested swamps.
Luckily for us, in the capital of Kinshasa is a 35 hectare forest with over 50 orphans. Because we study psychology, Lola ya Bonobo Sanctuary is a perfect place to play our fun problem solving games that will hopefully help us find out how we became human.
Bonobo Handshake
I really wish I was a Monkey (Not that I am any different, thats what my friends say). Would be woken up in the morning by my other monkey friends. Would be literally "Hanging Around", with them, oogling other monkey chicks. Eating Fresh Fruits rite from the trees, savoring their freshness. Favorite passtime would be removing lice from my girlfriend's hide. Not to mention the countless number of territorial battles, hitting other monkeys, bruising them, kicking them. Life would be so much fun. Atleast better than the once I am living in. Same old Textbook routine. Wake up, go here, do this, do that, go here, eat, go there, do this, do that, ....... I sometimes wonder how we let life do this to us. Then I realise its the other way round, its us who make our lives like that. Change seems to be distant hope, and just a little change in timetable makes me so much happy.
If only I had all the money in the world, the first thing I would do is redistribute it back to the world equally. I sometimes think, why do i lead a boring life, and the answer pops up almost instantly, I just dont have the motivation to do anything, even killing someone needs a motivation, I lack that too (not that I wanna kill someone, just for saying). I salute my sister who is an aspiring Fashion Designer, who is doing what she dreamt of when she was 12yrs old. I salute my friend who is almost a Pilot, and wanted to be one since he saw a plane 8yrs old. And then I salute my mom, who is still getting promotions every single month (she was a clerk 4yrs back, now she is a manager, can u believe it???). I really want to get motivated by all this, but I really dont know why I dont get the vibe. When I was 14yrs old, I dreamt of learning everything that is made for them. So I did Computer Engineering, but now I know everything else that surrounds a computer but not the stuff that I want, and the reason for that is a combination of Laziness, Madness, Distractions and (I am not getting the word here, help me out). I wish I could get motivated, I wish I could get everything right and for once I wish I wasnt someone who I am.
The Pilot
The Fashion Designer
The Manager
Monday, October 8, 2007
Harsh Words
A woman bought eggs and butter from a farmer who had a fine reputation not only for the quality of his products, but also for his promptness of delivery.
Then one day, when she was expecting guests, he failed to come. On the next delivery, she spoke harshly to him. At the end of her tirade he said quietly, "I'm sorry if I caused you any inconvenience, but I had the misfortune of burying my mother yesterday."
Ashamed, the woman determined never to speak harshly to anyone again until she fully understood the cause of the delay.
Then one day, when she was expecting guests, he failed to come. On the next delivery, she spoke harshly to him. At the end of her tirade he said quietly, "I'm sorry if I caused you any inconvenience, but I had the misfortune of burying my mother yesterday."
Ashamed, the woman determined never to speak harshly to anyone again until she fully understood the cause of the delay.
The Wave
The story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand time. He's enjoying the wind and fresh air - until he notices the other waves in front of him crashing against the shore.
My God this is terrible, the wave says Look what's going to happen to me!
Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, Why do you look so sad?
The first wave says, You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?
The second wave says, No, you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean.
Have you ever faced the inevitable reality of the shore?
What was the first wave's initial response to change?
What negative things can come out of watching the other waves crash in front?
What positive things can come out of watching the other waves crash in front?
How different will the first wave be AFTER crashing on the shore?
Who is this second wave guy?
Why is he important?
What does it mean to be part of the ocean?
Do we human beings on this planet realize that we are all tiny particles of water drops in this ocean called humanity and we are a part of this wave called human civilization..?
Take care to preserve yourself & to preserve humanity.
My God this is terrible, the wave says Look what's going to happen to me!
Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, Why do you look so sad?
The first wave says, You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?
The second wave says, No, you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean.
Have you ever faced the inevitable reality of the shore?
What was the first wave's initial response to change?
What negative things can come out of watching the other waves crash in front?
What positive things can come out of watching the other waves crash in front?
How different will the first wave be AFTER crashing on the shore?
Who is this second wave guy?
Why is he important?
What does it mean to be part of the ocean?
Do we human beings on this planet realize that we are all tiny particles of water drops in this ocean called humanity and we are a part of this wave called human civilization..?
Take care to preserve yourself & to preserve humanity.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
7th October 2007
Still Writing!!!!
Hi blog,
Looks like most of the people who read my blog dont wanna know about my life, instead they like the way i insult others, others include the people whom they dont like. So starting from today I would stop describing my daily timetable, instead ill do something creative. I will try to bring in more insults and more bold topics.
Today I would like to start off with an issue called, "Arey Kitna likhna hai". Well if your are an engineer I am damn sure you would have uttered these golden words at least once in your entire 4 yr Course. Not only Engineers, but also other professional courses too. First things first, if you are a teacher who is reading this, then tell me this, You guys think that if you give us things to write, we will learn faster because so wise man said "One time writing is equal to ten times reading". Well this advice is just like those Mutual Fund Advertisements. Just like the advertisement ends with a person saying "Mutual Fund Investments are Subject to Market Risks, Please Read the Offer Document before Investing" ( I know he says it faster than u can say "What the Fuck"). What I am trying to say is, the wise man had a condition to that advise of his, the Condition was "Both are equal only if its writtern with a motive of learning, and not just plain copying". In todays world, the day u give assignment questions to us students, we wait for 2-3 people(scholars mostly) to finish writing them, from reference books and then we plainly copy them. We do what the Xerox machine does, that is "Chapofy".
Secondly, after we finish writing these assignments, we bring them before you to check, and then what happens? you just blindly put a tick mark with your red ink pen ( in our college, teachers ask us students to bring the red ink pens) blindly ignoring a hundred and fourty six mistakes that we make in it. My personal Experience is, once i had skipped an entire question and wrongly labelled the 4th question as the 5th question. SO in all there were 7 questions but I had writtern only 6 questions, and went to the madam who blindly checked everything and gave me a stupid A grade. Now what in god's name was that??? If you teachers are interested only putting your autograph on sheets of papers writtern by us, just tell us, we will bring many empty sheets, but dont waste our time and energy by asking us to copy shit that you dont even wanna check. This attitude actually demotivates people who try to genuinely search and write from the reference books and other text books. Take for example a friend of mine, who wrote an entire assignment on his own and for some personal reasons submitted it just a day late, what he got was a B grade which demotivated him and from then on he hasnt writtern a single assignment on his own.
We Dont Give a ~~~$H!T~~~
In short, to sum it all up, I just want you teachers to know that we are not interested in writing crap and fracture our fingers. Neither are we interested your grade that you fake on our assignments. The best way to judge us is, at the term's end, just ask questions about the subject and since we have no assignments to write, we will get time to genuinely study and answer to your questions. I have been writing assignments for the past 3 days and am still not completed with it. I still have to write, what seems like eternity (it is actually) still. Until I find a hot topic to talk about, CYA.
And yeah by the way, thank you all of my friends who helped me complete this task of writing by drawing my diagrams it includes,
Brinda, Gurmail, Poonam, Ramya, Asha, Deepak(ek hi nikala diagram parr toh bhi) and also those who provided me with Printouts,
Abey (the lord of printouts), Nivedita ,Anuprita.
I would never forget your help in my life, and would do anything to repay your gratitude (except write your assignments or draw your diagrams or bathing your dog or ..........)
Thursday, October 4, 2007
4th October 2007
Hi blog,
Rit now I am at my college, I mean I am bloggin from the college, I am so fed up rite now of making projects that dont work at the last moment, that I could have easily broken one or two of the PCs here in my God Forsaken College called Jondhale. But it doesnt matter if I break it or not, these computers have the destiny to go the Hells way, since they are already in Hell of a Place.
As planned yesterday I slept at 11:45 in the night, and so I got to wake up at around 8 in the morning, did a little timepass on orkut and left for college. The first thing I did after reaching college was called up my scholar friends whom I had mentioned earlier, and they came and brushed me up with Discrete Signal Processing stuff in about half an hour. And thanks to them I could attempt atleast 6 out of the given 8 problems. Whether its wrong or right thats a diffrent question, but attempting itself means I knew what to do in that problem. After about an hour or so in the exam hall, showing other suckers like me what I have written (also known as Copying), I came out and was behind completing my SE project which is a Library Management System project that I made last year. I didnt understand why it didnt wanna work this time like the last time I had run it. So I sat editing the code to suit the subject and get it working. After about an hour of nerve wreaking editing, it was dabba time and I went back to the classroom to have lunch. After lunch I went back into that LAB and bored my ass off. I was so behind the code that 2 or 3 of the nerves in my head must have snapped, yet I didnt get the code to run. So I gave it to another friend of mine who is a wizard in this business. Later I went to the Library to make my I-card (which by the way had to be made 4 weeks back, but i just didnt seem to get the time to make it). The librarian said "Aaj mujhe bahut kaam hai, kal subah 10 baje aajana" and the funny thing was, after he said that to me he was simply sitting and chatting with his "ghaati" friends of his in some alien version of Marathi. I just am so amazed to find such jackasses getting such posts in an Engineering College (not that my college is very good at this stuff), but still, i couldnt stop thinking aloud of the fact that,how many people must have lost so much precious time because of such losers.
Later I went back to the lab and found out one of the above mentioned scholar starting his own blog, you can check it out at techsree.blogspot.com, he says he will update it with some secrets about other people in our college ( not that i beleive him, and I have complete confidence that he will stop blogging after exactly 5 days). So I decided to update u. till I reach home ... cya
Am home .... upping some pics from yesterdays shoot.
One of the main Entertainers in our college ..... without him everything is very quiet. The ghosts of our college are terrified of his jokes and not to mention the reasons he gives for not doing stuff. Best of them is
Sreenesh:Arey Gurmail Chatri khol naa ... baarish gir raha hai itna
Gurmail:Arey nahin re .... pagal hai kya .... chatri gilla hojayegaaaa ....
I just could stop laughing when this happened (Ill give more intros of him and many others in my blogs to come as I have planned some stuff for the future to include in my blogs)
Just 2 words are enough to describe him "Whiz Kid".
Pappu Pass hogaya .... Deepak Ghas khaa gaya!!!
After that Photo Pose he was so embarrased ..... Saale ka Pant phat gaya tha (btw this is a secret he told me not to tell anyone)
Rit now I am at my college, I mean I am bloggin from the college, I am so fed up rite now of making projects that dont work at the last moment, that I could have easily broken one or two of the PCs here in my God Forsaken College called Jondhale. But it doesnt matter if I break it or not, these computers have the destiny to go the Hells way, since they are already in Hell of a Place.
As planned yesterday I slept at 11:45 in the night, and so I got to wake up at around 8 in the morning, did a little timepass on orkut and left for college. The first thing I did after reaching college was called up my scholar friends whom I had mentioned earlier, and they came and brushed me up with Discrete Signal Processing stuff in about half an hour. And thanks to them I could attempt atleast 6 out of the given 8 problems. Whether its wrong or right thats a diffrent question, but attempting itself means I knew what to do in that problem. After about an hour or so in the exam hall, showing other suckers like me what I have written (also known as Copying), I came out and was behind completing my SE project which is a Library Management System project that I made last year. I didnt understand why it didnt wanna work this time like the last time I had run it. So I sat editing the code to suit the subject and get it working. After about an hour of nerve wreaking editing, it was dabba time and I went back to the classroom to have lunch. After lunch I went back into that LAB and bored my ass off. I was so behind the code that 2 or 3 of the nerves in my head must have snapped, yet I didnt get the code to run. So I gave it to another friend of mine who is a wizard in this business. Later I went to the Library to make my I-card (which by the way had to be made 4 weeks back, but i just didnt seem to get the time to make it). The librarian said "Aaj mujhe bahut kaam hai, kal subah 10 baje aajana" and the funny thing was, after he said that to me he was simply sitting and chatting with his "ghaati" friends of his in some alien version of Marathi. I just am so amazed to find such jackasses getting such posts in an Engineering College (not that my college is very good at this stuff), but still, i couldnt stop thinking aloud of the fact that,how many people must have lost so much precious time because of such losers.
Later I went back to the lab and found out one of the above mentioned scholar starting his own blog, you can check it out at techsree.blogspot.com, he says he will update it with some secrets about other people in our college ( not that i beleive him, and I have complete confidence that he will stop blogging after exactly 5 days). So I decided to update u. till I reach home ... cya
Am home .... upping some pics from yesterdays shoot.
One of the main Entertainers in our college ..... without him everything is very quiet. The ghosts of our college are terrified of his jokes and not to mention the reasons he gives for not doing stuff. Best of them is
Sreenesh:Arey Gurmail Chatri khol naa ... baarish gir raha hai itna
Gurmail:Arey nahin re .... pagal hai kya .... chatri gilla hojayegaaaa ....
I just could stop laughing when this happened (Ill give more intros of him and many others in my blogs to come as I have planned some stuff for the future to include in my blogs)
Just 2 words are enough to describe him "Whiz Kid".
Pappu Pass hogaya .... Deepak Ghas khaa gaya!!!
After that Photo Pose he was so embarrased ..... Saale ka Pant phat gaya tha (btw this is a secret he told me not to tell anyone)
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
3rd October 2007
Hi Blog,
Hectic Days are the word that can describe these times the best. After only a 6hr sleep I woke up and went for college. I had to finalize my SE project which is a Library Management System, that I had already developed for ADBMS last year. Problem was there was some changes that had to be done, so as to make it look good for a SE project, so sat in the college and did that for sometime, later showed my friends, our final yr project, which was a dummy model ofcourse. After that we had a photo session since I had take my Digicam to college, well the pictures that came out were sort of OK, I dunno whether it was my CAM's fault or the lighting or maybe its Jondhale's bhoot or some other Aaatma which made all the photos look a little sluggish. Later we had lunch, as usual the entire gang of 22, its always fun to have dabbas with them coz u never know what diffrent items u can taste at one go. You just need your chapati ka tukda and u dip it into all the available bhaajis and put it into your mouth, everytime it tastes diffrent. After a delicious lunch, I got my IS file checked from our Professor, who was giving dhamki "Aaj mai VIVA nahin leri huun naa isliye sab log aaj hi check karne aa rahe ho, agli baar jab submission karoge naa tab tumhara VIVA hogaa", listening to this all the students nodded their head saying affirmative, but deep in their heart they also knew that such things dont happen in Jondhale, because if they do happen then not a single person is going to clear IS internal. I really dont understand why these teachers give Dhamki and all, if they think it makes them look as if they are in command in front of the students then someone really needs to tell them. I sometimes cant hide my smile when these professors, just for the sake of saying, talk shit in english. Later I left for home and on the way had a Mysore Masala Dosa at "Jayshree's", the best restaurant in Dombivli. After coming home, I realized that I had exams the next day, the term test for the subject Discrete Signal Processing, so sat with my books for an hour or so, could do some of the problems, but majority of them were over the top. After getting bored I wrote some Write-ups, two to be specific. Then played Counter Strike till I was content for the day. Now am planning to sleep, its 11:45 now so if i sleep and get up early at 7 i can leave early for college and learn some problems in the college from scholar friends who score 45 out of 50 in DSP. Till then CYA!!
Some Pics that I took in my college
This here is Myself
This here is my friend Deepak (no comments)
These here are scholar folks who say they havent studied a single word and yet manage to get 65% every single time ..... Sreenesh and Anand.
Other Pics later ... i am really sleepy now
Hectic Days are the word that can describe these times the best. After only a 6hr sleep I woke up and went for college. I had to finalize my SE project which is a Library Management System, that I had already developed for ADBMS last year. Problem was there was some changes that had to be done, so as to make it look good for a SE project, so sat in the college and did that for sometime, later showed my friends, our final yr project, which was a dummy model ofcourse. After that we had a photo session since I had take my Digicam to college, well the pictures that came out were sort of OK, I dunno whether it was my CAM's fault or the lighting or maybe its Jondhale's bhoot or some other Aaatma which made all the photos look a little sluggish. Later we had lunch, as usual the entire gang of 22, its always fun to have dabbas with them coz u never know what diffrent items u can taste at one go. You just need your chapati ka tukda and u dip it into all the available bhaajis and put it into your mouth, everytime it tastes diffrent. After a delicious lunch, I got my IS file checked from our Professor, who was giving dhamki "Aaj mai VIVA nahin leri huun naa isliye sab log aaj hi check karne aa rahe ho, agli baar jab submission karoge naa tab tumhara VIVA hogaa", listening to this all the students nodded their head saying affirmative, but deep in their heart they also knew that such things dont happen in Jondhale, because if they do happen then not a single person is going to clear IS internal. I really dont understand why these teachers give Dhamki and all, if they think it makes them look as if they are in command in front of the students then someone really needs to tell them. I sometimes cant hide my smile when these professors, just for the sake of saying, talk shit in english. Later I left for home and on the way had a Mysore Masala Dosa at "Jayshree's", the best restaurant in Dombivli. After coming home, I realized that I had exams the next day, the term test for the subject Discrete Signal Processing, so sat with my books for an hour or so, could do some of the problems, but majority of them were over the top. After getting bored I wrote some Write-ups, two to be specific. Then played Counter Strike till I was content for the day. Now am planning to sleep, its 11:45 now so if i sleep and get up early at 7 i can leave early for college and learn some problems in the college from scholar friends who score 45 out of 50 in DSP. Till then CYA!!
Some Pics that I took in my college
This here is Myself
This here is my friend Deepak (no comments)
These here are scholar folks who say they havent studied a single word and yet manage to get 65% every single time ..... Sreenesh and Anand.
Other Pics later ... i am really sleepy now
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
2nd October 2007
Dear Blog,
Today was a hectic day as expected. Yesterday I wrote nothing, today I wrote just a little bit, but it was nothing compared to what I have to write. I am still left with
1)4 Assignments of SE
2)1 Assignment of IS
3)1 Assignment of IP
4)1 Assignment of DSP
5)1 Assignment of AMUP
6)2 Write-Ups of SE
7)2 write-ups of DSP
Might seem very less (felt for me), but a friend who completed everything just told me, 50% of the stuff thats left to write is more than 12 pages in size. So rite now I am terrified and also pretty excited to know whats going to happen next. Rite now I am so bored, so uninterested to write all these nonsense but still, I am helpless. What can man do against this senseless massacre. My fingers are cursing and swearing all the abuses in the world to these Fatass Professors. As if this wasnt enough, I just got news that i have a test on Thursday (or is it on Wednesday, not confirmed) for which i am as prepared as a goat would be, for the Butcher's Knife. And to top it all off, I have this seminar which i have to give on next tuesday on the Final Year Project that I am supposed to do, that too in front of the freaking external. All these and my normal jazzed up routing is going to keep me busy the entire two weeks, and for a change I am ready for it. Ready to hold the dog by its Leash.
By the way, today i woke up at afternoon, watched some saree's being sold at my house by a salesman who had come all the way from Tamil Nadu. The sarees were fantastic, all made in pure kanjeevarum silk and with rich "Jeri" and not to mention the cute little embroidery. After that I saw India hopelessly lose against Australia, so I decided to write something and ended up writing some SE write-ups. OH!! did i forget to mention, the entire day my Internet connection was fucked up, so I had to wait till that freaking engineer comes to my house to fix it. Later I got my self ready to go to Nirmal for a Bday Party of a friend of mine. Had a blast again with friends and came back home to find my internet finally fixed. As you can see, I wrote so very less that I still wish i would have writtern more. Ill leave that for u to figure out what it means.
And yeah, If you arent getting the channel Bindass, plz ask your cable operator to tune it for u, its an awesome channel with awesome shows and if u do have it, then dont forget to watch "Sunn Yaar Chill Maar", sexy show(if u know what I mean). And yeah dont watch it in front of your parents otherwise, they will ask ur cable operators to just shut if off!!! .... Cya laterz
Today was a hectic day as expected. Yesterday I wrote nothing, today I wrote just a little bit, but it was nothing compared to what I have to write. I am still left with
1)4 Assignments of SE
2)1 Assignment of IS
3)1 Assignment of IP
4)1 Assignment of DSP
5)1 Assignment of AMUP
6)2 Write-Ups of SE
7)2 write-ups of DSP
Might seem very less (felt for me), but a friend who completed everything just told me, 50% of the stuff thats left to write is more than 12 pages in size. So rite now I am terrified and also pretty excited to know whats going to happen next. Rite now I am so bored, so uninterested to write all these nonsense but still, I am helpless. What can man do against this senseless massacre. My fingers are cursing and swearing all the abuses in the world to these Fatass Professors. As if this wasnt enough, I just got news that i have a test on Thursday (or is it on Wednesday, not confirmed) for which i am as prepared as a goat would be, for the Butcher's Knife. And to top it all off, I have this seminar which i have to give on next tuesday on the Final Year Project that I am supposed to do, that too in front of the freaking external. All these and my normal jazzed up routing is going to keep me busy the entire two weeks, and for a change I am ready for it. Ready to hold the dog by its Leash.
By the way, today i woke up at afternoon, watched some saree's being sold at my house by a salesman who had come all the way from Tamil Nadu. The sarees were fantastic, all made in pure kanjeevarum silk and with rich "Jeri" and not to mention the cute little embroidery. After that I saw India hopelessly lose against Australia, so I decided to write something and ended up writing some SE write-ups. OH!! did i forget to mention, the entire day my Internet connection was fucked up, so I had to wait till that freaking engineer comes to my house to fix it. Later I got my self ready to go to Nirmal for a Bday Party of a friend of mine. Had a blast again with friends and came back home to find my internet finally fixed. As you can see, I wrote so very less that I still wish i would have writtern more. Ill leave that for u to figure out what it means.
And yeah, If you arent getting the channel Bindass, plz ask your cable operator to tune it for u, its an awesome channel with awesome shows and if u do have it, then dont forget to watch "Sunn Yaar Chill Maar", sexy show(if u know what I mean). And yeah dont watch it in front of your parents otherwise, they will ask ur cable operators to just shut if off!!! .... Cya laterz
Monday, October 1, 2007
1st October 2007
Dear blog,
Today was the laziest day i had for the last 2 weeks. Woke up at 2 in the afternoon, had my coffee and after which i sat to watch Khosala ka Ghosala. Superb movie. I wanted to watch it long back but just didnt get to watch it. After the movie I watched some comedy stuff in the new channel called Bindass. Later in the evening felt like eating something fried, so brought some hot samosas and had them. After those samosas i played counter strike for sometime after which i went down to have a haircut. Came back home had a bath and was back to square one, watching TV. After some gawking, I sat in front of my PC and blogged and chatted.
As you can see, I did nothing but laze around. It was quite fun doing nothing at all, but what i am tensed about now is that I had to write lots of stuff which i had planned yesterday but, I havent even completed 1% of the job. Thats gonna be a problem. Lets see what happens, since I am used to doing stuff at the last moment. Anyways ill update you later when i get time on how i completed my work. Btw.... please dont laze like I do coz it might be very very injurious to your life. And please dont judge me on what i did today. I am not that lazy (lol).
By the way if u are reading this just leave a comment below on what u think of my entire blog. To leave a comment just click on the comment tab below this post, I know a lot of u ppl read it, just dont know who reads it.
Today was the laziest day i had for the last 2 weeks. Woke up at 2 in the afternoon, had my coffee and after which i sat to watch Khosala ka Ghosala. Superb movie. I wanted to watch it long back but just didnt get to watch it. After the movie I watched some comedy stuff in the new channel called Bindass. Later in the evening felt like eating something fried, so brought some hot samosas and had them. After those samosas i played counter strike for sometime after which i went down to have a haircut. Came back home had a bath and was back to square one, watching TV. After some gawking, I sat in front of my PC and blogged and chatted.
As you can see, I did nothing but laze around. It was quite fun doing nothing at all, but what i am tensed about now is that I had to write lots of stuff which i had planned yesterday but, I havent even completed 1% of the job. Thats gonna be a problem. Lets see what happens, since I am used to doing stuff at the last moment. Anyways ill update you later when i get time on how i completed my work. Btw.... please dont laze like I do coz it might be very very injurious to your life. And please dont judge me on what i did today. I am not that lazy (lol).
By the way if u are reading this just leave a comment below on what u think of my entire blog. To leave a comment just click on the comment tab below this post, I know a lot of u ppl read it, just dont know who reads it.
1st October 2007
Hi blog,
Watched the movie Knocked Up, quite a facinating movie it was.Slobby Ben and up and coming career girl Alison meet at a bar, and end up having a one night stand. Eight weeks later, Ben is shocked when Alison meets him and reveals that she is pregnant. Despite having little in common, the two decide that they have to at least try to make some kind of relationship work for the baby's sake.
Has some hilarious and really funny dialogues.
Here is a conversation between Alison's sister and a bar security guard
Debbie: I'm not gonna go to the end of the fucking line, who the fuck are you? I have just as much of a right to be here as any of these little skanky girls. What, am I not skanky enough for you, you want me to hike up my fucking skirt? What the fuck is your problem? I'm not going anywhere, you're just some roided out freak with a fucking clipboard. And your stupid little fucking rope! You know what, you may have power now but you are not god. You're a doorman, okay. You're a doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman, so... Fuck You! You fucking fag with your fucking little faggy gloves.
Doorman: I know... you're right. I'm so sorry, I fuckin' hate this job. I don't want to be the one to pass judgement, decide who gets in. Shit makes me sick to my stomach, I get the runs from the stress. It's not cause you're not hot, I would love to tap that ass. I would tear that ass up. I can't let you in cause you're old as fuck. For this club, you know, not for the earth.
Debbie: What?
Doorman: You old, she pregnant. Can't have a bunch of old pregnant bitches running around. That's crazy, I'm only allowed to let in five percent black people. He said that, that means if there's 25 people here I get to let in one and a quarter black people. So I gotta hope there's a midget in the crowd.
Laughing all the way ...
Watched the movie Knocked Up, quite a facinating movie it was.Slobby Ben and up and coming career girl Alison meet at a bar, and end up having a one night stand. Eight weeks later, Ben is shocked when Alison meets him and reveals that she is pregnant. Despite having little in common, the two decide that they have to at least try to make some kind of relationship work for the baby's sake.
Has some hilarious and really funny dialogues.
Here is a conversation between Alison's sister and a bar security guard
Debbie: I'm not gonna go to the end of the fucking line, who the fuck are you? I have just as much of a right to be here as any of these little skanky girls. What, am I not skanky enough for you, you want me to hike up my fucking skirt? What the fuck is your problem? I'm not going anywhere, you're just some roided out freak with a fucking clipboard. And your stupid little fucking rope! You know what, you may have power now but you are not god. You're a doorman, okay. You're a doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman, so... Fuck You! You fucking fag with your fucking little faggy gloves.
Doorman: I know... you're right. I'm so sorry, I fuckin' hate this job. I don't want to be the one to pass judgement, decide who gets in. Shit makes me sick to my stomach, I get the runs from the stress. It's not cause you're not hot, I would love to tap that ass. I would tear that ass up. I can't let you in cause you're old as fuck. For this club, you know, not for the earth.
Debbie: What?
Doorman: You old, she pregnant. Can't have a bunch of old pregnant bitches running around. That's crazy, I'm only allowed to let in five percent black people. He said that, that means if there's 25 people here I get to let in one and a quarter black people. So I gotta hope there's a midget in the crowd.
Laughing all the way ...
Time = Money
I just got this from somewhere and wanted to share with you ....
Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with Rs 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day; allows you to keep no cash balance; every night deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do with such an account Draw out every penny, of course!!!
Every one of us has such a 'bank'. Its name is TIME. Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against tomorrow. You must live in the present -on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running. Make the most of today!! And make it a great week ahead!!
It is so true ....
Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with Rs 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day; allows you to keep no cash balance; every night deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do with such an account Draw out every penny, of course!!!
Every one of us has such a 'bank'. Its name is TIME. Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against tomorrow. You must live in the present -on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!
The clock is running. Make the most of today!! And make it a great week ahead!!
It is so true ....
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