tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66458058281308804222012-01-05T20:37:44.925+05:30It's ugly, it would put you off, but you can't do without it nevertheless. That's me, that's Mahul Bhattacharya.<b>Mahul Bhattacharya</b>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371128408504646118noreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645805828130880422.post-45965859997804999452012-01-02T21:08:00.000+05:302012-01-02T21:09:41.552+05:30

You are the sameAnd I haven't added fame (sadly)The same is my moodAnd I still cook my food (I wish)The same stays my moneyAnd no one calls me honey (still)I still walk to workAnd I still have no perk (Team lunch twice a year doesn't count)My flat is the sameThe same stays my nameThere's still traffic on the wayAnd I'm still late every dayThe same jokes people still crackAnd HR's still say, "Let

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[Consider reading this before you proceed]Badam became very fond of movies in a very short time. So I decided to take him for Ra.One. As luck would have it, we reached early and Badam started asking me questions again.Badam: What does Ra.One mean?Me: It's a sci-fi movie. Ra.One is the name of a Robot.Badam: So it means nothing. Finally a name that is just a name.Me: Not really. It stands for

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That morning was weird. I always knew that. Even before I met him.He was this half naked dude and he introduced himself as Badam. I asked him what that meant and the following conversation started:Me: What does that mean?Badam: Nothing. Why should it mean anything?Me: Come on, a name's got to mean something after all.Badam: What? A name is used so that I can understand when I am being called.

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Diya Mirza (the poor man's Aishwarya Rai) , once revealed in an interview how she would skip meals to be able to afford the cab from her way back from work, back in her struggling days. That was long back, but I guess the information stayed with me because I thought the story was kinda inspirational.Or was it?Diya Mirza could have taken a bus/train/tram from work as well. That way, the whole

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How do you sneeze? Yes, you heard me right. How do you sneeze?Do you go all aa-aaa-AAA-SNEEEEZEEE!! or one of those "fich" sneezes that a person would miss if he happens to be opening a can of soda?Why? Because my friend, it's important.Now that reminds me of that Dabur Lal dant manjan ad where Sunil Shetty tells a beefed up guy (who cannot bite an apple) how teeth should not be neglected. Well,

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- Success.- What is Success?- Who is supposed to define what success is?- Some hot-shots would say linkedin.com is a success.- I would say linkedin is dumb.- I am aware that linkedin is valued in billions of dollars.- There was time when I was little and innocent and what I do today was success.- There could be a time when what is success today will no longer be success.- That is, if I get there.

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There are three types of people in this world - Normal, Genius and Frustrated.To illustrate further, I would like to give you an example.Three people named Normal, Genius and Frustrated walk into a bar. There's a band playing a very catchy tune. None of them has ever played any musical instrument before, but they're all impressed with the music. All of them develop this desire to learn to play

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Some days back my manager came up to me and asked me if we could show a particular stock animation on the Interface at some particular event in the hardware. What happened to that is another story saved for some other time, but what happened a week back is interesting.I was trying to connect my PC to the internet using a nokia phone and nokia PC suite. This was something my mom and dad had tried

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To tell you the truth, I never intended to guide people in becoming entrepreneurs. Far from it. It just happens that three people pinged me on facebook to tell me that they thought my blog was good. I believe in science. And I believe that science says that when you have the same observation thrice, it's about time for deduction. Which in this case has lead to an attempt to bring my dead blog

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On a bright sunny morning in April, 2010, a bus dropped us at Haldwani, Uttarakhand. We were en-route to Chowkori, a little hill station in Uttarakhand when my stomach declared trouble.We neither had the time nor the intention to book a room or something, so armed with a paper-soap, I walked into a place called "HI-TEC toilet". Needless to say, after an overnight bus journey, I was under immense

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Does this happen to you too? I was eating loads of street food, when someone commented that on the hygenic aspect of street food. In response I told everyone how I had a pretty robust digestive system ( Which I still maintain that I do), so that I could loads of everything and anything that I wanted. The next morning, everyone else is fine, while I keep shuttling between the room and the loo. I

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When the chips are down and the stakes are high,When the match is tied and you bowl a bye.When the bills are high and the cash is low,When the Man-Hole was open and down you go.When you get a dud after expecting a beauty,When you see that idiot flaunting a cutie.When a bird shits on you when you pass under a tree,When you gotta go to office and the loo ain't free.When you work on weekends while

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I had once started this post long back when I had just joined office, but I had felt it wasn't turning out good enough to be posted. I had once heard people's taste in my profession degrade over time, and that, as I have started to believe recently, is very true. The end result is me digging out this post and pasting it on my blog. The rest is for you to decide.I'll be honest. I picked up this

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Ahemmm, ahemm, I'm blogging after...... lemme see.......3 months!!Well, today's one of those rare lucky days, when I have nothing to do (that goes only for the next few minutes, touchwood) and I am still not worrying how I am supposed to show in my ILC(timesheet) what I was doing during this time.For updates, the pretty gal who sits in front of me hasn't reported to work today(before you think I

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Yes I am.I am stuck in a company. More specifically, I am stuck in a training room. The trainer fumbles while executing a simple C++ program and wonders whether "Using namespace std" ends in a semicolon. He has no idea that C++ codes can be compiled using "g++". What are we doing?? We are learning Object Oriented Programming Concepts (OOPS) in two whole days!!This is an absolute mockery of my B.E

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It was the summer of 2001 when God Narayana decided that he had enough. Kalyug was a mess, and it was time for him to descend upon it and cleanse the earth as he had done in the previous Yugs.The job had to be done, and God Narayana knew that he had delayed it long enough. But then it was never easy. It was troublesome adjusting to the peculiar ways of the humans. The humans had a wide variety of

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Sitting on a bench in a railway compartment munching a stale hot chicken patties, it occurred to me that life was not fair. For example, the stale hot chicken patties that came without tomato sauce (courtesy a shop at the station) had cost me fourteen bucks. Not fair. First, the only place where I could find chicken was in the name. Next, the little square piece of baked or fried or whatever

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Dr. B. Kar stepped back from his table. He had begun to sweat profusely. Not that he wasn't used to the heat. His life had never been easy. He took out his dirty handkerchief and mopped his brow. He was almost there.It all came back to him.He was born into an average middle class family. Very simple and very normal and very accepted. Until the day he was born. For he was anything, but normal.He

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But Bella was different. She worked with B. Kar in the lab where he did his research. He had met her when he joined as a researcher in the lab after completing his PhD. B. Kar had performed exceedingly well in college. But his social life was still the same. True, people no longer abused him, but he knew that he was still a loner, an outcast. He was awarded honors and recognized multiple times.

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Sometimes I have these weird whims.All of a sudden, I decided to create a rebel version of myself. So I sit glued to photoshop for an entire evening. I was trying to create a message for the world, just when I am about to leave college and move into it.And this is what I ended up with.I am really displeased with the end result. But I am a rebel now, and that means I don't care whether what I come

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Let me tell you a story.Mr. X gets up at 7 every morning. He shaves and shits and drinks his coffee and showers and all that. He switches a few channels and catches up with the stocks on their ever crazy journey. By this time his kid is ready and Mr. X drops him off at school.Beautiful Mrs. X. gives Mr. X a long list of what she wants for her household. She complains about that trip he had

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What do you do when you have nothing interesting to write about? And when you desperately want to post something?The answer is simple. You post something boring. :DThe college cultural fest was a cacophony of people, emotions, expectations and what not. That is why I love fests. From excited first years dying to get their few moments of on stage fame to frustrated fourth years scouting for pretty

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In a now famous speech at Stanford graduation, Steve Jobs once talked about a piece on death. It said, "If you live each day as if it were your last, some day, you will certainly be right".I'm not really open to the idea of dying anytime in near future, but a bit of introspection always helps. If I were to die tonight, could I look back and believe that there's nothing with my life that I would

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Hello blogging world!!I'm back. After a hugely successful stint in the college technical festival, INSTRUO as Internal Coordinator. This would rank amongst the most satisfying experiences of my life.As a part of the package, comes the hype and the recognition. Only to dwindle and die away with time. Not that I'm complaining one bit. Yeah, I impressed lots of people. And as usual, none of them

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After twenty years of soul searching, I finally found the answer.I've never found true love. I've never seen phenomenal success or phenomenal luck. I never got any richer overnight. Forget true love, no one ever showed any romantic interest in me. Every night, after I lie down and till I start to snore, I wonder where the problem lies.But no more guys, 'cause I found the answer last night.".....

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What's up, everybody??The last few days have been quite eventful. I was depressed, I was happy, I was confused... life has been strange. I was burdened with responsibilities. And the burden will continue till the 12th of April, perhaps even longer. I hardly find to time blog these days. Sorry blogger buddies, I really could not catch up with your blogs through this time.Life's strange. Through

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I sincerely feel that I should sketch more. But I don't. Maybe because I never saw any future with my little talent. Or it might be that I was more interested in science and technology. Whatever, though my career as an artist is over, there's no harm in wielding a pencil once in a while.I'm currently trying to do one, so I thought a little bit of appreciation could help keep my spirits high. I

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Divya called me a thoughtful blogger on the award function on her blog. The occasion was the birthday of her blog - Petals and Pebbles. Thank you buddy!Richa has tagged me. I had to ask her what a tag meant :D, I'm really pathetic with some things. And since I had nothing to do, and the idea was nice, and Richa asked me not to let her down, I decided to do this tag.Well, the idea is to list 25

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I'm sure I would be heavily regretting writing this post in a matter of hours. But I will still go ahead.It all started this morning when a friend wrote an orkut testimonial for me ( I still dunno what I'm doing on orkut, and why I haven't deleted my account yet. But the funny thing is that it does not seem likely that I would be deleting my account any time in near future). And he wrote the

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We once had this poster on our wall with this pic of a tiger lazying in the grass and the captionI would, if I could.But I can't, so I won't.That perfectly defines my state of mind on VDay eve.Being the man of few words that I am, that's all I would like to say.

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Life's weird.It's been a month since I wrote something thanks to exams. All along, I had been planning to write that post. But one evening I watched October Sky and I am writing about something so completely different.It's a movie about following your dreams. Dreams that sound so impossible that the world laughs at them. Dreams that do not seem logical, not even remotely possible. It's the story

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(This post is directly inspired by Big K's criticism about the recent fundraiser, Rock on for humanity.)This is perhaps, a very cynical and obtuse view of high profile fundraisers. But after you are through with this article, (assuming you are patient enough to bear with my crap), if you feel that there is an iota of sense in what I've put down, I would consider myself successful.Let us consider

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Love nerds, hate nerds - You can't deny that nerds are everywhere. Nerds aren't normal guys - So it's better that you learn to identify a nerd when you see one.Here's a checklist of what you need to look for to know that you are looking at a nerd.Glasses - Look for those spects. A nerd is incomplete without them and a nerd without them is not a pure nerd.Nerds can't stand people fumbling with

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98.53??Yep, that's my CAT percentile.How do I feel?To appreciate my feelings at this, I need to take you through a bit of history.It all started in November, 2007 when I took one of the worst decisions of my life. The decision was to appear for CAT, 08. So I enrolled myself for a course by paying a ridiculously hefty amount to an institute. Classes started by mid-January.By mid-February, the

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MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR (all belated) to all my readers.For the past few days, I've been frustrated with the way things have shaped up. My work on the search program and the IC tester is stuck. To add to that, the final year project on 3D IC testing algorithms has still not taken off. My singleton status prevails and I continually keep switching between ready to mingle and not ready to

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I've been bestowed with my first ever award, and it's a gift and not exactly an award.Now this award is special for two reasons. First, it's my first original award. And second, this gift comes from a really witty person Richa.Thank you buddy!!

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If you are an engineering guy staying in your college hostel using an internet connection shared over a LAN, you know what I mean. If you aren't, read on.If you are a person with a fat wallet and a high speed internet connection, you will never appreciate this post. You might say, a slow connection means pages load slow, isn't that all? No, you buggers, it is NOT.Here's what happens when you have

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It's over.What is over??Lots of things, actually. The last few days have been hectic. My quaint sleepy life was burdened with responsibilities, and I had to work for many more hours than I am comfortable. I missed reading the blogs I visit and I could not manage to write the one post I have been wanting to post for quite a few days.A few days ago, I was chatting with a blogger friend.A few more

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Resolutions can be really really tough to keep. But strangely enough, almost everyone I know resolves every now and then. As far as I'm concerned I've had a pathetic track record. Here are a few faux pas.* I shall blog more - I started my blog a year after I had resolved to do it. And ever since I did, I have lost all peace of mind. 'Cause I keep resolving something that I never do.* I shall

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Remember what I said about guest posts? Now forget all that and read what blogger Richa says. Thanks Richa!Reading Pranav's posts about the traffic and traffic policemen, I am reminded of a few anecdotes and irks on the road, I have been thinking lately to jot them down, so here they come... Anecdote 1. Day/ Time- I was in 12th standard, so it must be around 2001. I had learnt to drive a car

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I never write about blasts. But this time, I have something to reflect on.Please do not blame the terrorists. Yes, you heard it right, please do not blame them. They are a bunch of brain-washed, brave, passionate and maybe psychotic guys who cannot tell the right from the wrong. I'm not glorifying terror but think for a moment and you can't deny that the adjectives I have used are apt. Let us not

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A deserted lonely locale, placid murky beaches, average food, 10 close friends and lots of gossip.How does that sound as a vacation? Not good enough?It sounds fabulous to me. More so, 'cause the above description is of Bakkhali, a sea beach we visited about a fortnight ago. If you are a person who likes to visit the places no one visits, ie, places tourists haven't started crowding around already

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I've been really busy over the past week and miss blogging and stopping by at your blogs. This is an old draft that I felt wasn't good enough to post. But I thought I better post something so I dug it out.My first and only job interview turned out to be really unique. Check.....Now I had decided that I was going to go for the kill right from the start. It didn't matter whether I got the job.So I

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This had to come, I was itching to get into this controversy.The blogosphere is currently suffering from a serious bout of guest post fever.Why guest posts??* Everyone has a blog, at least everyone who writes a guest post on someone's blog. Well, almost everyone.* I haven't seen many guest posts, only invitations for them. *wink** A blog/web log is supposed to be a dairy on the web. Do you invite

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It's my first post of November.I'm a bit disturbed, and there are a lot of things going on in my mind. Here are a few.* I'm a lazy blogger.* I write extremely poor book reviews. Hope I refrain from writing another.* No one visits my blog. Well, almost no one.* At my current rate of adsense returns, it'll be 50 years before I receive my first cheque. If google keeps the amount fixed at $100, that

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An interesting fortnight ends. It started with the end of a vacation, a hugely entertaining college strike and ends with the onset of another, shorter vacation. But I enjoyed this fortnight because I read three brilliant novels back to back. The Namesake, The God of Small Things and A Thousand Splendid Suns.A Thousand Splendid Suns deserves a review. It's a beautiful tale, as radiant as the

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Yes, this post is dedicated to my bum. And yours, and the guys and gals next door's. And to the beggar's, cop's, shopper's and shopkeeper's in the street. To cut it short, everybody's.Why??Imagine what you could not do without your bum. What would not be possible if humans did not have one.What would happen in a bum less world?* You can't sit. How would it feel standing all day?* You can't sh**.

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I'm back after a real long break from the cyber world, thanks to a fortnight of vacation. The day I went off, I asked myself a rapid fire question, "What is the difference between India and the States"?The answer was a bit peculiar, probably because I have never been to the US. Or because I was on a train.In the US, when you buy a ticket, the clerk calls you 'Sir'. In India people call the

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I'm no metrosexual. Actually, I'm the exact opposite of what you would call metrosexual. The only cosmetic I use is boroline(during the winters to prevent bleeding lips), if you can call it a cosmetic.Now I've no dearth of friends who fret over what they look like. Some allege this indifference to my very average looks. The indifference might be attributed to the knowledge that no amount of

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Not many people ask me this question, but some do. This post is not an endeavor to answer them. Rather it is an effort to answer myself.Now, I do not look good but I do not look ugly either. Since I was destined to study computers, God had decided to fit me into a skin and bones wafer-thin package. Other than that I am your pretty normal, average looking guy.I'm certainly not Wilhelm Kanaris but

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The day was the 11th of September, 2008. It was a sad day in the history of progressive people, for it was the day when the great, indomitable, unconquered Mahul Bhattacharya formally sold himself to International Business Machines. And with that ended his quest and zeal to constantly innovate, create and design.I have been constantly asking myself, why did I get this job??I did not answer a

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Even the most familiar things can spring surprising surprises. An object which you perhaps see every day, and see nothing new about it, can surprise you, trust me. The minute graphics in the pen you use every day but never cared to look, the sunlight on the wall next to your bed.... it might well be anything. It just shows how amazing, mysterious and beautiful our world is, if only we would care

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Today I met up one of my favorite profs, over a DRDO contest we are planning to participate in.It brought back memories of my first interaction with him, it was quite an interesting one.This one was way back in fourth semester. It was a robotics contest we had decided to participate in.( We were three, but one of us was down with loose motion, so it was just the two of us). We had zero

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Tough call.IBM, Infosys and Ericsson comming over to my university campus this month. I got to decide which to sit for and which to eliminate.None of the packages are interesting, I must confess. And well, I have already gained notoreity around my campus for skipping jobs. ( The list includes Wipro, Tech Mahindra , M.N. Dastur and ITC Infotech ).And hello, all this doesn't assume that I'll manage

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Welcome to my first ever book review, The three mistakes of my life by Chetan Bhagat(Rupa).The characters are brilliant and very much alive. The book brings back the old appeal of 'Five point someone'. One book designed to leave all nerds and geeks feeling better. The build up to the climax is brilliant. The story weaves and blends in real facts convincingly.In trademark Chetan Bhagat style, the

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Everyone says that, isn't it??So it's no big deal if I say the same.When I was a kid, my heart was an open book. I would say whatever I felt. So the world said, "Hey, come on, what is this sh** you are saying". They mocked me coz I said the unpleasant. It hated me because I would point out it's numerous flaws. I would praise myself whenever I felt like it. So, guess what, I became UNPOPULAR.But I

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Yep, that's what I said 5 minutes ago.Placements have started and I'm yet to get a job, yes, I'm unemployed.No, I'm not that big a duffer as you might be assuming, I haven't tried any company yet. But you know what, it hardly makes a difference.But there is one positive to it. My frustration levels are increasing every day and if I manage to use that to motivate myself, I might actually end up

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Long time since I last posted. Thanks to Feedjit, I found that most of my visitors visited my projects page which has no mention of my current favorite baby- The IC tester.When I used to look at IC testers with their little LCD screens and heavy price tags, something in me told me that not everything was the way I wanted it to be.Why?Now all testers contain some microprocessor/microcontroller,

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The UNIX desktop search facility is almost complete. At least I'm in a position to release the first edition of the utility in about a week's time( optimistic view ). For those interested, this blog is going to sport a download button very soon. Do keep me posted about any bugs or suggestions, they are going to be very helpful ( do understand that I'm still an undergrad student ). So what are the

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Yes, that's right what you are reading, it's no smart bluff.I was down with typhoid for 10 days or so( the reason for my not posting for so long), and I feel my sanity was dented as a consequence. The day my temperature finally came down to normal, I sang in my croaky voice for the entire day!!. Now I hum or sing aloud occasionally, but that's something I've never done before. I wasn't deterred

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Yes, there's no escaping it, the monsoons are here. I might sound wooden and unromantic but I do not like it. I have never loved the rains.It gets humid and I hate the damp that comes with it. It makes me want to go for a walk when its raining cats and dogs, which I can't and that frustrates me. I wear leather floaters and they suffer in the water and the dirt( I hardly get to use private

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I'm no photographer.I snapped this shot ( the person in question is a buddy ) on a trip to digha after I had a nasty fall on a rock. I had been irritated like hell.I fell in love with the shot. It wasn't pre-meditated and it helps that others admired it as well. But that isn't why I love it.Someday I would love to give the sun a try as well.

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Yeah, I'm happy today. My search program is working with its index. Indexing is really painful, it takes around two hours to index the entire file system in my machine. Searching is still painfully slow by industry standards, but yes, it works! It took around 4 seconds to list all the .jpg files in my system. I dared to speculate that the google desktop search would take less than 0.5 seconds.

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I haven't been posting for quite some time, but that's not because I did not find time to post( in spite of my sems being on, that is). Actually it's because I did not have the liver to post. Three exams dealt with, and they went off quite well. In fact it was better than I had reason to expect. But there are still four more to go, and Digital signal processing isn't over yet. Thanks to the

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Gecko on the wall, gecko on the wall,are you wiser than us all??We've been living side by side since so long,Can't say about you, but I was really young.I brought in a bright butterfly with zeal,You ate it up and said," What's the big deal ??"I was on cloud 9, dad had gifted me a toy,You said,"Won't last long, neither that nor your joy".I flunked my exam and I sobbed aloneYou said,"where the hell

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If you are not a nature lover, perhaps you are a person not at peace with himself. And you are not a nature lover if you are a person who doesn't love animals( not necessarily the PETA brand of affection though).I'm an avid animal lover, and I just adore pets. Now my parents never allowed dogs and cats as they required much attention, but in retrospect, it meant that I had the craziest and

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It invariably starts off a few weeks before the semester. The pressure gets stifling. Vivas, which I'm clueless about, a healthy bunch of class tests, piles and piles of lab assignments and a complete absence of books, class notes and hand outs. But the most frightening facet is perhaps the speculation whether i would successfully manage to give the slip (one more time) and sit for the exam with

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Engineering is undoubtedly amongst the most desirable undergraduate courses available. But I often come across engineers/engineering students who are into engineering for every conceivable reason other than the one reason that would justify it- They love being engineers. Well, it's definitely lucrative as a career option with all those heavy salaries and exposure and blah blah, but if it's not

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Every man has his destiny. He may choose to ignore it, as most men do, but then he would be just another man. It's only when he chooses to follow his destiny that he achieves success( not essentially fame or money). I have no idea what my destiny is, but as Paulo Coelho would say, I'm trying to look for the omens.

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There was a time when the creator thought that the world was getting too filled up with the same types, he decided to send a new type as an experiment, and i was born.Soon people around me felt i was different, new introductions agreed with them and I felt I was kind of well.... umm...... a bit different actually.So i decided to honor the creator by proving that his new experiment was a success,

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