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Shalt cease to exist thou, late revolutionary cow!

2011-03-06T12:31:00.006+05:30

(Random rants in air-sick pants...US-India flights : Where anything can begin)

The cow is a quadraped. It had 2 legs and then it started throwing a rant and started printing out essays exercising exceptional mind control thus obtaining two more. They were very oddly placed though. One on the frontish left and the other on the extreme backside right. To be fair, they might have been equally oddly placed to begin with. It kept falling to its side and rolling over but that is no fair excuse. Some say that might have justified it's use of arm cutting off related blackmail, but I maintain we should cut those bullock bollocks off. They might ask for wings next and we all know what happens when cows fly. They make for really poor jokes! It is gaussianly worse when they suffer from dysentery and have single horned unicorn super powers. Some religions worship the cow but after a tehelka expose we suspect that might have been a long wounded political nexus. The cow is quite large. That is certainly what a dwarf ant would say. On a related note, dwarf ants are protected by law. This is not the first kind of fiendish fetish Jude Law has been known to possess. Even some flights and some more buildings are allergic to the number 13. The people on the 14 th would be foolish not to know which row or floor they are actually at. Cows are believed to be behind this fad. It may be noticed that mad cow disease has exactly 13 letters in it. So does Jude Law fetish. If the cow would have had a Facebook page it would have had a few friends. Most of us just like it dead. Killing the said facebook page would get far many more likes. Apparently some chicks dig chewing cud. It is a mystery however how that got buried in the first place. The chicks may also be chewing cud while digging. The reported conditions are most definitely ambiguous, but the one thing we know for certain is that the chicks were unsuccessful in their possibly nefarious motives by the heroic warriors from Kentucky. It should have been apparent by now that I don't have the slightest clue as to how to end this essay on cows. I guess this shall end, when, you, my teacher award me the three short of maximum marks possible on this piece. Put in the remaining three marks on the main sheet of paper and reattach the piece of paper you previously preciously marked to the aforementioned main sheet. I must sincerely warn you though; your mindless compliance of my spatially and temporally remote instructions doesn't bode too well for your future prospects as a hopeful non victim of more notorious crimes. The cows seem to have already taken control of you. An essay on cows seems to be something a cow would derive pleasure from. I cannot however rule out you being a cow either; you know with the horns, large ears, long face, attribute of being made of flesh, rubbery skin, associated genitals and all, it sure could be misleading at times. The only thing saving you the misplaced identity might well be, you know, your small, and I mean really comparatively small ermmm... I don't know how to put this sensitively..... ribs. You wouldn't make for a good meal.

Rime of the ancient coder

2011-03-06T12:22:00.004+05:30

This was nearly a year ago and entirely impromptu. The only gaps in between were the dastardly interceptions of real work. Any obscenities and rude emotions expressed were purely momentary and probably not entirely temporary. As written down to a friend of mine.
"
While we are at rhymes, thought you might want to make fun of this impromptu (brag!!) piece of mine. The deleted lines are ones you shouldn't bother too much about.

me: hmm.....
4:17 PM it started with one little kid
and was happy with what he did
me: did he was to CRL join
4:18 PM little did he realise it will be a kick to the groin
brb
4:21 PM me: as she didnt let him continue
while everything turned a dark hue
4:22 PM he still persisted for it needed to be known
to all those young and indeed the grown
a BITSian mentor he would get, he was elated
me: so much more simple, so much abated
4:23 PM arre wait na, he shouted out to her
me: yeah so
4:24 PM arre wait na, he shouted out to her
me: but she wouldnt care, like she was suffering hay fever
so he continued nonetheless
as he pined for some sympathy, some caress
4:25 PM he was indeed in duress
that he couldnt have liked any less

4:26 PM
me: arre....thoda kuchh aur kaam
interrupted aayega poetry
ruk jaao
4:27 PM me: work excellent he had gotten
little did he know the mentor was rotten
4:28 PM a new algorithm to SPMV was found
it seemed so good so sound
4:29 PM implemented it on multiple threads, many more nodes
could hear the supercomputing angels singing odes
4:30 PM but what a bastard he turned out to be
the mentor you see
cared little for what was done
still thought he was the supercomputing hun
4:31 PM made stupid suggestions and expected them to be done
till a new CEO came along and with him had some fun
left with no position in the office was he
took out all his frustration on yours truly
for his entire team had disbanded and fled
4:32 PM while little kid alone, in his tutelage, bled

4:33 PM
4:34 PM me: like the earlier team members he too
wanted to flee or hide in the loo
4:35 PM the opportunity came along in a golden chariot
and he wasnt going to STFU like a little idiot

4:39 PM
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18 minutes
4:57 PM me: Shrirang with whom he had lovely ideas discussed
who also at his mentor cussed
for he had suffered the same and escaped
those who couldnt had been thoroughly raped
4:58 PM both of them already had a decent rapport they shared
to think differently they dared
application sought, algorithm thought
CUDA and sorting were the selected lot
4:59 PM but then came one day, brought with it news, left him in a disarray
old mentor (ex-boss) wanted his will to stay
5:00 PM wrap up the project, submit a paper
not too much, can be done by child in a diaper
so he said and believed, for he was a prick you see
5:01 PM you can get all the results you want
from the team members who suffered my slant
wanted to get over with it soon and return to glory
5:02 PM he went to the disbanded ones and narrated his story
no results we have for you to take
run em again or some you fake
5:03 PM integrity, that bitch, prevented the latter
had he to do the hardwork and make it matter
somehow put together a seance and prayed to the Gods
5:04 PM somehow got some results and made a paper against all odds
glad he was the day he submitted
thought he had the devil outwitted
5:05 PM with no help, no support from his ex-boss, mentor whatever you say
written he had a logical beauty with results to stay
thought now he, nothing else would matter
5:06 PM get back to Shrirang, merry and chatter
no, it wasnt agreeable to the ex
his happiness he had sworn to vex
*hex
put my name in it and not shown me a draft
how dare you think of such a craft
5:07 PM said to his face he screw you, you waste my time
*scratch out he
i'd rather do it myself and save a dime
5:08 PM the logic to the mentor appealed, politely he said send me what you
yield
ok sir, and the matter was settled
5:09 PM or so he thought, for it was only half a battle battled
i dont think it should perform as you say
5:10 PM it should be much better, and i said no way
he persisted and crapped a lot
go back to the ex-members and ask if i'm hot
gross as was the idea itself
5:11 PM but into it i delved
(the switch from third to first
person is simply a concentration burst)
5:12 PM so, he went and he asked
screw him, too much in his delusions he has basked
5:13 PM we dont have time to spare
not that we at all care
but for you, o smart one, we might make an exception
we shall review everything since its inception
5:14 PM if the hot boss shouts some more
stick it up his behind and call him a whore
with some amount of assurance, now i returned
and into the chat screen to her, he burned
5:15 PM she asked onto him, what that bothers you
and he replied with a succint poetic blue
*thank you, thank you*
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8 minutes
5:24 PM me: now are you convinced?
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12 minutes
5:37 PM me: chal me leaving....so if you feel like dropping a penny or two
for the rime of the ancient coder, it ud make ye ol' man 'appy

The Art Of Dying

2010-04-29T20:37:00.008+05:30

[EDIT] Preface: I had hoped that the story would make sense to the keen observant without the aid of this preface. But I have been admonished for being too convoluted. So, if you wish to take a challenge, you may skip this preface and head straight on to the date.
A string of thoughts led to something and I happened to meet this story on the way. Allow me, if you so please, to lead you along a couple of lines of summary.
Which is the greatest assumption under which any human lives? The answer lies within the question. "Lives". Death is when any human ceases to "live" and every human knows the sheer power of its inevitability. As with most hypothetical thought experiments that begin with the two inglorious words, "What if..?": what if this assumption weren't as obvious? Oh yes, this has been thought over and exploited, maybe even stripped bare naked in popular media as many times as any random number-digited random number that comes up in your head right now. But here, a slightly different outlook is taken. The question that I am now going to let linger in your mind as you read through this is: "What if human death was random; without any modern-day reasoning like say, accidents, disease, or even old age?". I hope and pray that the lingering is that of perfume in the air and not a housefly on a Sunday afternoon. :)

Dated 1 Mir 21 1729 P.M.

"I can’t even begin to imagine a biological form that is new to the nuances of death. But I blame that primarily on the very terrifyingly close-to-the-origin-that-was limits of my imagination. Philosophers, the ever-so-learned ones, dwell over the appropriate ways to die. It is, in some morbid sense, the latest fad. At times I wonder, am I, in fact, dumb enough to not understand the significance. It is written in the texts, that once, life was important to the human race. People feared death, but after a period of time and growing frustration towards this invaluable phenomenon, people started embracing death; forever finding new ways of dying, realising the numerous ways in which death could be achieved. A very fatal exercise, it would have seemed at the time. But something happened. I do not understand what; no one does; some say it is a Government experiment, but that wouldn't make much sense. They stood to lose the most. People had stopped dying.

No, immortality isn't exactly what we are looking at here. People did die. But not as per their free will. It is as random as random can get and a little more. Suicides, murders, executions, honor killings..no longer. Yeah, I checked their original meanings up on wikipedia's archives, the red colored entries. These terms seemed to have an entirely different meaning then. Death could be caused, they say, by physically or mentally destructing the human form. I still do not get it. How could another human being possibly be instrumental in determining another human life's length? Being entirely random is the only thing that is natural and probably sticks to logic. Not that I know much about logic, but that is what a significantly smarter friend argues.

I am a pugilist by profession. Sometimes, I wish I were in a gentler sport like, say, Xtreme supercross or speed skiing. Bah! "extreme", they say. Just a couple of fractures on a bad day and an antiquated, "Please do not try this at home" tag, which, as the internet joke goes, is probably to prevent real men from wasting their time. In boxing, on the other hand, "now" (as long as I or my granddad have known) that there is no fear of fatalities, fractures are the only points in the body that are targeted. But, I guess I was beaten out for it. Literally.

Yeah, my parents were a part of the (in)famous "little" trial group. They were of the opinion that, achieving death at a younger age could be more, ahem, "predictable". Had they been correct, well, for whatever I am worth, and that is a lot, I wouldn't have been writing this (nor would I have been that worthy). Rolled down the stairs at 2, dropped from the 30th floor at 3, speed skiing at 5. I was for sure one resilient bastard. I might have been an Andrew Wiles, or a Stephen Hawking, or better still, a Hugh Hefner, but the brain, it seems, doesn't take too well to jarring physical shocks and aftershocks.

Presumably, I might have slyly abandoned the point discussing what would have been, had death been "predictable". I assure you, I am incapable of such cunning. I think, after much discussion with superior-minded peers, had probabilities for death, or more specifically, death as a function of age been determined, the society might have reverted back to the ancient times. In fact, I thought writing down my ruminations on death would help me understand their discussion better. More honestly, this is to record and have their deliberations duly recognised. I hope they understand death better, now that they have achieved it so easily. Heroes indeed.

They believed, though they were too young to do that, that the human indifference to the phenomenon of death caused it to be something that one could be indifferent to. People had, at sometime in the past, collectively become so tired of the futility in the entire drill, that they ceased to care much for it. What we call simply living life now, became enjoying every day to the fullest for them. It was exhilarating, records claim. The world became a happier place to live in. I might have even considered shifting my residence to such a world, but it has remained the same ever since, and I really do not "enjoy" the current one. Wars meant slaughter then, not the cowardly strategic process it is now. My friends held that death, if put into an infinite recursion, would probably have to terminate either itself, or the running process. In simpler terms, our mind is responsible for our lives and what we make of it. Heavy, isn't it? I usually felt nauseous after such discussions. As an afterthought, I think there might be something to"

This is one of the earliest evidences, a seminal paper, so to say, approximately proving that human termination is caused by, "ring-a-ring-a-roses, pocket full of.." Incidentally, this innocent nursery rhyme has its dark origins in the black plague, which wiped out, “A bright blue sky and a flying firefly, all for you...". Thinking about death causes it. "Raffiniert ist der Herr Gott, aber boshaft ist er nicht!". Damn, that didn't help. "Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was, "Oh no, not again". Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought about we knowing a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.". Surprising that no one noticed it earlier. Maybe because not many exactly thought about it and those who did, were clearly beyond their expiry date, which is probably why they thought as much about it. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn". What is however not known, nor wanting to be known, is the threshold amount of thought that topples over the institution of life. Maybe now, I have thought a bit too much.

Final Footnote : The dateline P.M. might have needed some clarification. The person who came up with P.M. ie: Post Mortem, thought it was a nice idea, and an interesting idea it indeed was. But not for him, for he died soon after, having thought too much over it. Official statements say the proposed dateline was formalised to honor his contribution. But the dark truth, it seems, is that no one really wanted to think much about it. :)

Google sites

2010-01-13T04:45:00.003+05:30

Friends and not-so-friendly passers-by,
Working in an extremely slow quasi-static fashion on my homepage, which unfortunately cannot be adorned with wonderful CSS and php and other what-nots and should-haves due to restrictions imposed by The Empire . Still giving in an effort and requesting suggestions (- which most probably I cannot include, but nevertheless!) from y'all (picked up from amir khan's blog writing style :P).

The Great CompSci-ites

2008-06-22T20:11:00.003+05:30

The first entry would be a surprise to some, but is necessary to maintain the sanctity of the post

5. AMEY PARULEKAR : A EEEite by discipline, he is paralelled, probably only by Soumyadeep, in his knowledge regarding computers. Having made this comparision, it would be wrong ( ethically ) yet necessary to mention that Amey and Soumyadeep share a lot in common, although they are completely distinct at a superficial level. Very open in his views and takes criticisms in a healthy manner ( at least with me ). Has yet to rediscover his potential and be more satisfied with his own achievements. One of the very few individuals I have and will ( hopefully ) always admire and respect. Always looking forward to learn more from you, Amey !

6. VINEET KESHARI : A kul dood by profession, he is one of the two individuals I was in constant contact with ( no pervert connotations, please ! ) in 1-1, leaving alone my wing members. Weren't at good terms after certain incidents, but made up in the summer holidays :P. I am a great fan of his blog and am seriously impressed by his .............no, I don't think I am. But, I still believe he has the potential to make it great and this is a very honest opinion.

7.VINEET PANDEY : Uncanny sense of fashion ( mine is still worse ). But that is totally irrelevant, for this guy knows what to do and when. Cannot say the same about the way he goes about doing it, but once that is taken care of, there is absolutely no stopping him. Pretty impulsive in response, but what many may not realise, is the heavy amount of processing that goes on in his brain before reacting. I just wish he would stick to what he loves and excel in it. Some distractions have shown to help him ( invoking Lucy ), while others haven't. The best thing about him is that he is always ready to learn and ego does not hinder this process.......a case with many others.

8. ADITH SWAMINATHAN : It was imperative for me to include this great individual. Most of you reading my blog may not know him, but simply clicking on the link or google-searching this name may provide enough information. A true genius and I mean it. Owing to my humongous ego, I rarely accept anybody to have a higher IQ than me ( mind y'all, IQ differs from knowledge ), but this guy has proved himself to be an exception. Adept at lying and very very good at it. Every facet about his personality is overwhelming. Maybe lookwise : NO, but talent-wise : YES, VERY YES. Other names to be given special mention in his context are NIKHIL HOODA ( appreciate him for his sheer honesty, truthfulness and intelligence ), KARTHIK RAMAN ( sad homepage but check out the CV...hilarious ), ASHWIN K.P. (he took a transfer to CSE in IITB, what more can I say......awesome brain power...and even better PJs) ( can't get his link, if anyone by any chance does get it, do check out his C.V. too )

9. GAURAV BHATELE : Ex-CompSci-ite, now will be doing mechanical in IITK most probably ( transfer, phew ! ). But as they say, "Once a BITSian, always a BITSian". Did, once in the last semester express his regret at leaving BITS-Pilani, but has now supposedly revised his opinion :P. But, while he was here, he truly was a sensation. He worked with me on AUXEL, and thats when we actually bonded. As he confesses, it is difficult for him to make mistakes and truly so. No matter what, he is surely making it big. Maybe not anymore as a CompSci-ite, but surely as an automobile engineer.

10.SWAPNIL GHIKE : I am surely getting at least one comment. Yes, here is one individual, our very own transfer material, who prides himself about knowing about everything. Following appropriately on the footsteps of his mentor, Rajat Bansal, he would surely taste success. Pairs up perfectly with his pals, Subhodip Ghosh and Rajat Tibrewal, who at their own capacities, deserve special mention. Especially Subhodip for his honesty, hardwork and zeal regarding his interests.( @ Subhodip : personal advice-> do be aware of who you are and what you are becoming, so that you do not regret not realising it earlier ). Can talk a lot more about Swapnil as much as he can talk about me :).
There are many other names I would like to mention, but can't as :
1. I am too bored with this topic, and so are you
2. Don't respect them as much, although I know they might outrun me ( literally, obviously )
3. Have to get ready to go for a movie

The Times They Are A-changing

2008-06-22T19:56:00.003+05:30

Come gather 'round people,
wherever you roam,
And accept that the networks around you have grown,
And admit that software piracy you don't condone;
If your data to you is worth saving,
Then you better make backups,
On your Macs or PC clones,
For the times they are a-changin…

Come faculty and administrators,
please read your e-mail,
It's been there for months now and it's gettin stale,
Our attempts to get more disk space have failed,
The battle on campus is ragin;
Whether we will use Windows or Linux will prevail,
Yup, the times they are a-changin…

Come users and Sys Admins all over the LAN,
Your bandwidth requirements we don't understand,
Your digital desktops and cryptic commands;
Your multimedia stations,
Were not in the budget of our five year plan,
But the times they are a-changin…

With Ethernet, Token Ring and FDDI,
We've got the best network that money can buy,
With Internet access and registration on-line;
But yesterday when he was cleaning,
The janitor unplugged the power and all systems died,
Oh, the times they are a-changin…
Source: Internet :P

CompSci-2010@BITS-Pilani

2008-06-06T13:11:00.005+05:30

Had this on my mind for a pretty long time. It is basic human tendency in this age to advise and predict about other things and persons irrespective of their own standing and elligibility. I too unnaturally( conceit? ) jump into the same bandwagon and shoot:
1.RACHIT CHANDRA : I have always had immense respect for this young entrepreneur of sorts, especially for his achievements, ever since I first met him for the Aditya Birla Scholarship .....eliminations as I would put it. He knows what to do and when to do it and if he improves upon his temper and attitude ( and certain habits many may not approve of ), he will be able to control his destiny with elan and style. Will surely make it to the top, with a little grip on himself.
2.HARSHA VARDHAN: Do not have much knowledge about this guy except that he too is considered to be of the same callibre as Rachit Chandra and with due respect to Soumyadeep's suggestion, have also put him on the list of the future BITSian greats. All I have seen is his dedication to his work and commend him for the same. His interaction with other people is immaculate and probably scores over Rachit in this department. If only he could string together his acts and organise himself a bit better, he would be a strong force to reckon with.
3.SOUMYADEEP GHOSH : Has proved his stand in the competition time and again, and according to me, is running way ahead in the race at the moment. He is one person who literally scares me and hence demands "hats-off"-type respect. As he would best describe himself, 'A Man Of Actions', a perfect POM textbook example (lone and monk have to agree ;)) and a very disturbing fellow football match viewer :P, he sure does hold a great future in the corporate world......ONLY IF he wanted to. Contrary to the other two maharathis, he detests entrepreneurship and the corporate line, and would rather spend his time in solitude and (implied?) poverty as a researcher ( the skills for which I suppose he doesn't possess )(waiting for you to disprove me !). His future depends solely on the decision he takes after his M.S.
4.MAYANK MOHTA : An employer's pet. My favorite CompSci great and sidee; he totally bowls me over with the simplicity and clarity of his thoughts and the measured hardwork he puts in. A firm believer in the saying-" You reap as you sow ", he is going on with his goal pretty smoothly and will surely scale the heights.
to be contd......

REMINISCENCE

2008-05-08T22:58:00.002+05:30

Staying in sync with this year's cactus flower ( our institute's annual magazine ), I present before you the lyrics of one of the most vengeful songs I have come across.....unleashing all the morbid thoughts in my mind:
Everything was perfect before I found my dream
You were the world to me
When I used to hate myself for trying
Now relying on you for direction seems so trite
Your attitude was quick to change when you thought
One minute might go by without being sought
Who do you think you are, manipulator
How did it get this far

I will make you pay for all the lives you've ruined
Pray you're able to breath while I strangle you

I'll stop at nothing, don't doubt me
You've reigned enough
The lies you've been telling me you've been caught
Your enemy is reality
Your fatal flaw, meeting me

I will make you pay for all the lives you've ruined
Pray you're able to breath while I strangle you
Pray for all the lives you've ruined

Everyone you have betrayed will watch you burn
Everyone you have deceived will watch you burn
Everyone will watch you burn

I will make you pay for all the lives you've ruined
Pray you're able to breath while I strangle you
( Courtesy : Pray for all - Chimaira )
Disclaimer : The preceeding lines have no link whatsoever to my state of mind presently....or maybe they do.....but just for a couple of minutes and then it'll be gone...no inferences are to be drawn or fingers raised on the author's or songwriter's integrity regarding the tone expressed.:P
NEMA

Third Angle View

2008-04-28T01:58:00.008+05:30

Not that many people visit my blog....but for the very few who do..firstly, thank you very much !! The reason for my infrequent blogging is well...."Ghoting" - for the unenlightened (by BITSian standards obviously), here is the BITSLang library entry :
<-BITSLang.h->

void ghot (v) { A mysterious behaviour exhibited by a select few to attain a state of perfect sin achieved by the soul through seclusion and 'gyaan-praapti'. Supposed to be caused by a virus of a unique kind. Infects a majority of the population, especially during the months of December and May. Although most manage to recover, some may turn into the living dead. This strain of the virus stays mainly dormant in the individual and is spurred by the need for better grades. Symptoms are usually uninterrupted solitary self-confinement in the 'BITSLib' ( not to be confused with couples who are found in the same locations indulging in the practical study of the human anatomy ), involuntary loss of interest in the more enjoyable pursuits of life and slightly distinct external appearance in the form of a large removable appendage on the back that holds the books for the victims. Etymology : acronym for Generating Heat On Table. The resulting activity is alternately referred to as 'ghoting'. Usage: "Hey macha, how much did you ghot in the library today?";}
void ghot (n) { Any particular person who diligently dissolves oneself into the act of ghoting without reason and prior warning. In biological terms, the person is suspected to have been incurably affected by the virus. Puritan ghots can be identified by certain pointers such as regular class attendance, occupancy of the bench closest to the teacher (it is believed that these creatures are under the impression that the teacher says certain things useful for the examination under his/her breath that cannot be captured beyond a certain range), surge in attention given to them during examination periods and their consequent gloating and high-handedness regarding the same. People may even find them identical in looks to drug addicts. Suitable distance is supposed to be maintained from the patient and if infection is suspected, the victim is supposed to be exposed to various forms of entertainment to render the virus dormant again. Overdose may however aggravate the situation due to psychological guilt. usage: " Oh my God ! Do you know my friend soumyadeep ? He's such a big ghot.";}

Well during the 'ghoting' sessions I have had in the last couple of days, I noticed something spectacular. Usually while solving problems, one tends to fill up the page with obscure symbols and formulae and due to some inexplicable reason, doesn't wish to shift operations to the next page and hence keeps on filling up the gaps that seem to take up too much page-space. Then there ultimately comes a stage when you are absolutely convinced that no more can be written whatsoever. This is where I noticed that if you just rotate the page by a right angle, a lot more space pops up from nowhere into which you can fill more random stuff. Here, I do not wish to give mundane ideas to save paper and protect the earth stuff....but what needs to be actually read into, is the manner in which a simple change in the view angle brought up much more space which you had otherwise thought had been exhausted entirely. Similarly, having a different perspective towards a particular situation may pop up a whole range of new options that you had never thought would be possible. This definitely does not mean that you have to always strive to think differently than you already do. It just expects you to to reaffirm your decision and assess your existing options by giving the issue at hand, a THIRD ANGLE VIEW.

Not Worth A Chunni !

2008-04-05T21:29:00.003+05:30

Many readers would be wondering what a chunni means......here is the explanation. Well, for all others who wouldn't bother ......pop goes the weasel.....

This blog unfortunately wouldn't be about me bickering about my PS-1 station ( for all those who are in the dark about the same: refer to pandey's interpretation , for the lazy ones: one of the great facilities offered by my even greater institute that shuttles it up the rankings inspite of nitwits like myself constituting its student population.). Actually, I have nothing to brag about....CIRT, pune, where it is heard they make you stand in the middle of the road and stare at the vehicles passing by. Nice passtime for a 3-year old kid (which qualifies it for me too), but my parents expect more. Pat comes the reply: "If you really do not appreciate this decision, then you should have studied and attempted for BARC". No, I DIDN'T; I REGRET, I ACCEPT. I regret not studying, I accept my station with renewed appreciation( its actually a nice place). And hence no post.
What I really wanted to write about is the significance of OOP concepts in the competitive life. Let me first enlist the main concepts:
1. Modularity
2. Encapsulation
3. Polymorphism
4. Inheritance

Now, lets deal with each concept individually:
Modularity: Something every successful person boasts of; one of the main indications of hard work and meticulous planning,
Encapsulation: Packaging oneself; abstracting the better points and concealing the not-so-good ones in a deft manner,
Polymorphism: Being a different person for every other individual; maintaining a log of each of your personalities and the level of truth in each. Differential approach adopted. As they say,"trust absolutely no one......and if needed, doubt even oneself"....just an overview of the same,
Inheritance: The continuous unconcious effort to emulate and follow another person. In the process, one tends to have properties of different role models. Successful individuals tend to inherit better traits. Identification and classification is the key.
Uncle Murphy just whispered into my ear.....oh yes......he was right all the while.....he always was.......
"Self-discovery is the worst form of aggression" .........and I am indulging and sinking into the same.
NEMA

HO HUM !!

2008-03-27T00:49:00.000+05:30

I AM desperately seeking attention for my dear old blog......the fact that it has been 'ressurected', does surely make it significant enough for a few precious comments from peers and fans alike ;).
Well, what do i have to blog about? no alter-egos i can boast of; nor inspiring adventures of imaginary characters; nor technological prowess which i can use to teach the world about 'rudimentary' computing terms; nor wonderful rhyme schemes and artistic skills adorning an extraordinarily wonderful blogpage; (:P to all) ......and yet i present.............another post.

BITSian Undertones !!

2008-03-24T22:24:00.000+05:30

The following is a chat I had with one of my friends, yashoteja prabhu, who people might remember as a pretty accomplished student who not only excelled in his short BITSian life, but also cracked IIT-JEE in his second attempt....getting AIR-31 :
Yash:
So... Hws the 2nd year??
Mus b very hectic I s'pose??
Wat r the courses u r havin this sem??

binitranjan:
first semester was bad.....
this semester we have really nice courses
microprocessor programming
structures and properties of amterials
discrete structures
etc.
principles of management

Yash:
Hw com u hv a course tat basically belong to mech dept??

binitranjan:
thats how it is....
we are supposed to be well versed in the basics of all disciplines
isnt that the motive of all elite institutes?
complete engineers as they call it

Yash:
Dont think so.. Then wats the point in havin different branches..
?
Anyway its gud 2 hv a basic knowledge of the necessary fields..
Tats wat i feel ...

binitranjan:
it is not only good , it is NECESSARY
because in practical life all this knowledge is required
if i were to go by your point then you wouldnt require the 4 years of rigorous training you are goin through right now..
we already know programming..
just a crash course in computer hardware..
which also we have sufficient knowledge about
would do
that should officially be the end of our b.e. comp sci degree.
but then that is what sets apart institutes like bits-pilani and the iits

Yash:
Wel its all different views... But anyway to make it clear .. A broad basis is not an objective of our institution...
Rather its specialization in one's specific field...
One has to gain an expertise in watever they r doin...

binitranjan:
specialization in one's one field along with working knowledge in other fields is what we are supposed to strive for...
later in life, when faced with a problem of a miscallaneous kind....
which we obviously will....
we have our huge database, concepts to bank upon
in practicality we will never face a problem that is specialised to our discipline
and if we are not to face specialised problems, then simply having specialised training is not sufficient
yes there are certain topics which might have very vague significance in our future...but we cant downplay them either
it is probable that their significance is not apparent to us right now...
but when the necessary knowledge is sought it will sure come in handy
and that is when we will realise the importance
as it is said , we cant simply jump onto conclusions on the basis of naive assumptions that a particular course is not linked directly to our work requirements..

Sent at 10:59 PM on Tuesday
Yash:
To make myself clear... The arguments here r definitely not about whether or not to have the knowledge of all fields.. But rather it is about the stress laid upon the thing... Infact these first year courses like Chemistry , workshop, Eg , electrodynamics... These r all a must to have , in most of the engineering institutions ....

Sent at 11:04 PM on Tuesday
Yash:
But spending all the first year as wel as significant part of the further years too in this diversification is too much to bargain for ...
Tat too wen the 4 year time v hv is in itself too less to have a full outlook of a single branch...

binitranjan:
your point is surely valid to a certain extent
first of all
the institute wants to ensure a gradual transition from your 12th std syllabus to the present syllabus
they assume that we have no prior knowledge of the material that is being taught to us...
this i am afraid is a necessary assumption
because we, having been through rigorous training for the entrance examinations have some sort of idea and methodology set in our mind to tackle the advanced stuff being taught to us
but it wouldnt be suitable to assume the same level of understanding from all students
because they are from different backgrounds
and have different levels of preparation...
so we do need to start from the basics
as a matter of fact, one good thing done in this respect is that htey assume that we are well versed with things tought to us iun the cbse course
so after confirming the basics they need to build the actual foundation.....which is the basics of all fundamental engineering disciplines
this process to be comprehensively fulfilled does, i am afraid require 1.5 years in the case of bits-pilani...
secondly
coming to the issue of having a holistic view of the assigned/chosen discipline
i believe higher degrees cater to those needs
that is exactly the reason we go for m.s. and the like
to heavily specialise in our discipline...or whichever branch you are then interested in....
this flexibility, i think, allows a lot of decisions to be revised and rethought

Yash:
Ok then lemme draw the conclusion now... Study diversification is absolutely necessary... An' ofcourse to wat extent it is necessary this depends on the kinda job one prefers ...
Gotta go now ... Was very nice speaking to u ... Meet u some time later ....
See ya then ..\
:-)

The 'but' shower??

2008-03-20T01:03:00.000+05:30

Yes, I do feel extremely belittled when i am blogging in the presence of stalwarts like amey parulekar, soumyadeep ghosh, rachit chandra, vineet pandey......and the like.Well, that would surely be a lame reason.....but probably, the correct reason why i abandoned blogosphere in the first place. But now, having mustered up some courage, i write again........and yes, that means pandey will have to lift the [dead] tag off my link.
But then, what many people have made of this tool called blogging, exasperates me. This question has arisen time and again.....what do we blog for? who do we blog for?...i have a clear cut objective in mind, but whats yours?.....if it is for oneself, then why not just maintain a diary....or notepad.....you never know, you might actually be denying another eager fellow from using your fundoo link name.....not every one can come up with eye-catching page titles (well, that was one of the more flimsy arguments i would give to dissuade people from doing so)....and if that is not the case, then it would mean that one blogs for people to read and appreciate their thoughts.......and probably initiate a fruitful discussion hence. But, i do not see many people doing that either.......Maybe..............for future reference, as in, one would surely like to look back upon his/her past....and then realise how stupid he/she was, in doing certain things, or thinking in a particular way. Yeah, that makes some minute sense to me.....but i would rather that such things are kept only within my circle of of close friends.....and this brings us to the first possible reason i cited.........circular logic, huh!

sorry again

2007-06-24T13:58:00.001+05:30

Thanks to my disastrous antics in my previous blog on mishrabinit.blogspot,I had to succumb to writing another one.I shall try my best to be more truthful and honest this time around,so please read and be enlightened.Best of luck.(couldnt get any more conceited)
Purely inspired by a friend,I dedicate this blog to the person whom I owe everything, people around me and I possess.It will be imposssible for you to even fathom what he has done for us.I hope you will get a faint idea after reading this.I would rather consider it my inability that would be reflected if I do any sort of injustice to his efforts.
::He was in his mother's womb,enjoying the peace and warmth of solitude.Who said solitude led to madness???He contemplated.He was unaware of the commotion outside, in the dark world,they say.What could be darker than where he was?He wondered.Short of patience as he already was, he was getting desperate,for the outer world to be revealed to him.Hardly did he even imagine that what was being debated over outside would determine whether who would be fortunate enough to see what he wished to or not.
Around the tiny hospital table, the doctor sat solemnly facing the patient,her husband and her father.He had to reveal the truth, no matter how bitter it might be. This is what the reports had revealed to him.So he decided against wasting any more precious time and increasing the tension of the situation,for it might be detrimental to the patient.He, slowly and, in an extremely professional manner, spurted out the truth.
As if hit by a thunder bolt, she sat there,not able to understand what to do.The thought sent a chill through her spine.Her child would be born without a face!!!Well,that is what the doctor said.Due to unexpected release of ketones from her body,her child would not possess any facial features.HOW WAS THAT POSSIBLE??She didnt know.She probably didnt even want to know.She didnt want to believe the doctor.Why should she?After all, the doctor had suggested an ABORTION and that was something she was determined not to do.She had done nothing wrong throughout the pregnancy.She had tried her best to do nothing wrong in life.The doctor had to be wrong.but then,she had no other option but to believe.Belief was something her father had taught her.she came back from the trance she had fallen into.In front of her, her husband stood helpless,shellshocked, and beside her,her father in deep thought.Throughout her life, she had considered her father's decision as final in all situations however drastic.This was one of those moments.She understood him well enough and had already anticipated what he would say.She was just waiting for him to speak.He always spoke wisely and correctly.She believed in him more than the doctor.
Why is my grandfather not speaking??? Isnt that what my mother wants?You must be wondering how I got the valuable wisdom, however minimal, that makes me speak.I myself do not know.But, I guess it is the wierd sounding chants I hear all day.My grandfather calls them mantras.He even related a story to me.He told me something about arjuna's son abhimanyu.He said that arjuna had revealed the trick to defeat a chakravyuh formation in war to his mother while he was in her womb.And as a result, abhimanyu also had the knowledge.Probably, it is the same case here.And it somehow makes me feel great.The train of thoughts through his mind were interrupted by his grandfather's booming voice.He strained his ill-developed ears to overhear the conversation.He heard him say that abortion will never be an option......what was abortion he wondered..he now felt really helpless not being able to hear the doctor.He was constrained to be able to hear only those emotionally close to him.It was like telepathy.He got back to the eavesdropping,if one would term it that way.His grandfather continued to insist on the delivery,and decided that the delivery would be done in cuttack under supervision of his brother.Hums of agreement and silent thankfulness came from both the parents.Grandma went to bombay to give darshan to siddhivinayak and wish for a fruitful and obstacle-free delivery.And for the child, life continued.He could feel the presence of vighnaharta ganesha within him.He couldnt help but devour this feeling...........
Years have past since.The child had grown.And yes,no facial distortion of any sort.He was pretty healthy,rather more than he should be.He travelled to foreign countries,stayed in numerous places all over India.He thoroughly enjoyed all the unconditional love, friends, experience he amassed.But above all, he valued the time he spent with his grandpa.He loved listening to stories and he had a rich source for the same.Every night,he was told a new story,learning new things about Gods,spirited souls,great saints and unsung heroes,and each one carried a thought with them that the child comprehended and instilled within himself.His grandfather made him do things much beyond his age,with the conviction that he would certainly be able to do it.It pretty much surprised people who witnessed it.They were not able to understand how a child studying in class 5th was able to solve 8th standard mathematics.He also had become a yoga and reiki master at the tender age of 11 and the thoughts he spoke reflected his immense wisdom.Came 9th STD.,and he was introduced to the beautiful world of sanskrit and bengali,in spite of his mother tongue being oriya.
All that his grandfather had taught him started coming to life,as he started understanding the world around him, in the real sense.He began identifying the vices surrounding his life and recollected how he had been taught to protect against them.He saw success as a devil in guise that intended to lift him off the ground, while he strove to keep his feet stuck to the earth, letting ambitions fly.
His grandfather was the happiest person on earth,when he got the news.He saw the statue he had moulded all these years come to life.He had been ultimately awarded,partially although, but it gave him immense pleasure to see his grandson top the 10th standard board exams.One could literally see the joy in his eyes.within no time, half of bhubaneshwar knew about it.And seeing this joy was a relief to all around.After all, the fact that he had been surviving for a full 20 years with only 20% of his heart functioning was nothing short of a miracle.He had been a miracle man.He was one of the biggest businessmen in orissa.everyone knew and adored him for his large-heartedness.Irony,isnt it?He suffered his first major heart attack right before his only daughter's marriage;and since then he has undergone 2 cardiac arrests and a major by-pass surgery.Medically,he couldnt have lived for more than 3years or so.But he had proved medical science wrong in the past too,hadnt he? Purely driven by will power and the grace ofGod,he had exerted his heart to the fullest.
And now 20 years later,he was exerting it more than ever.Not with work,as always the case had been,but with joy.He had forgotten all the grudge he had against the board exams because,they had drawn his most dearest grandson away from him.His grandson wasnt able to visit him,nor was he able to visit his grandson,due to the onslaught of the exams.He just wished the best.The only communication he managed to have with his grandson was an early morning dialogue, in sanskrit, over the phone.He knew that his teachings-morales, mathematics, sanskrit, yoga, science, all would come to his grandson's support when he needed them, and they did,but not nearly as much as his own aashirwaad.
He believed in the power of God more than ever before,and knew that He would help through him.He was already popular in all of Jagganath Puri(one of the four most important religious dhams of India),as the daadhi waale baba.Living in a lavish one -bedroom apartment, he had left all wealth and family behind.As wise men say,the last part of life should be spent in sannyasa yoga-the vedas call it the last stage of an ideal human life.After all,everything he had earned in life would not have been possible without his God,his dadu and his wife.He had never been parented.He spent his childhood as an orphan.As adolescence loomed over him,he was kindly adopted by a great bengali freedom fighter(dadu) who had now dedicated his life to the welfare of the poor in the villages of Orissa.It was his inherent smartness and excellent communication skills that had attracted dadu to him.His foster brothers were also great personalities in their respective fields.He was proud of them.He was an engineer himself and wanted his grandson to be one too.He was sure that he would be.
He paid surprise visits to his eldest grandson very often,who lived in mumbai.The same grandson we have talked about all the while.But somehow he felt that proably this was his last visit.He had probably foreseen when he would die.So he made it a point to fulfill all his responsibilities and meet his loved ones before he left for heavenly abode.This however was concealed from others.All they got were hints which they made no sense of.His grandson had made sense of the hints,but did not want to accept it.It seemed so not possible.
This probable last visit of his,was not how he had expected it to turn out.He had expected much more.He had expected his grandson to understand.But academics had blocked his mind.He felt this was what he had feared-the attack of teenage.He thought he had made his grandson immune to it.But he was probably wrong.He did not want to have this sense of failure.He had always admired his grandson's inquisitiveness,but questioning his parents was something he did not want.He rebelled,took less care of his grandfather than he should.Somehow academics had become paramount.He cried out that his grandfather no longer understood him.But the latter wondered if it was the other way round.The love was fading, so was life.His daughter and son-in-law saw the change that had come over him,he was less active;but thought it was due to illness.The day he was about to leave to delhi, he woke everyone up to a freshening cup of tea, jokingly terming it-"the alvida chai".The term made literal sense, but still no one understood the implications.
In delhi, he had some land settlement to handle.The morning after it was all complete,he had another heart attack,and this one proved fatal.He still could have survived if he wished to,but the will had died...........
Back in mumbai,his grandson had completed an exam and had returned home, just to find his mother in immense tension.He wondered why.He soon knew.His beloved grandfather had suffered a heart attack.Intuitive by nature,he knew what was next.Although he hoped the best; he knew he was hoping against hope.He tried long-distance reiki.The warmth in his hand was increasing and then decreasing,and then suddenly it went cold.He got the message, but was afraid to reveal it to his mother.He didnt have to wait for long.The phone rang and the news was out.He expired of a heart attack in an ambulance stuck in delhi traffic,with AIIMS just a forlong away.
His grandson wished he could have shown much more respect and love, but he was helpless.He was pathetically horrible at emoting.He wanted to, throughout his grandfather's visit, but he never could.He had much more love than he showed,but they wouldnt understand.He repented thoroughly for not being able to express himself,but he simply wasnt able to.His self had taken over him.He was no longer in control of his emotions.and you can express your emotions only when you can control them.His hormones and lack of yoga practice and most of all,dedication to God, had stolen away the excellent control he had.He wanted to exercise his adulthood by showing authority,but that fogged his emotional brain.He wanted to do a lot more for his grandfather in his last days,but time passed could not be regained.He suffered more than any one else could.He wilted inside and could not handle himself.But he had to,for the sake of his mother.He had to be strong.He should not be sad,his grandfather had said,for spirits do endure after death,he had scientifically convinced him.There was lot he had to say,lot he had to ask,lot he had to learn.And now he was left desolate and handicapped.He felt his absence more than ever and is still feeling it...................................
So friends,my advice to you all, never be shy about expressing your feelings openly.He learnt it the hardest way possible.You better not.Show love and compassion to all you intend to
............and may God bless you all.