NBIG 1 - 1

So, the research starts and yesterday I build myself my first XUL application, nothing fancy a simple application with a few buttons and a text field nothing fancy, and nothing high tech and I realized that XUL was really simple indeed anyone who knows a bit of HTML and isn't scared of XML would be at ease programming at XUL, the main roadblock would be that there exists no IDE for XUL. Yet, that is about to change, work is underway in full swing and soon our favorite IDE Netbeans would be the standard IDE for XUL.

 

Here's to the first of many small steps that will make netbeans the defacto IDE for XUL [pronounced zool] :D

 

Team NB-XUL

:D

Train Trip Down the memory lane

Train travel can either be exceptionally boring or it can be extremely boring. I have slept for 12 hours gotten up had food and then again slept for over 14 hours all in all its more than 26 hours of sleep with a gap of 3 hours in between. Now my back hurts and my body hurts, my legs are cramped the coupe is just a little smaller than my room back at the hostel and by the looks of it I haven’t done anything drastically different from what I would have done at the hostle had I been there all alone, I wouldn’t have gotten up to eat the mess food so it would have been 26 hours straight, but in getting up yesterday to eat the train pantry car food I discovered there is something worse than mess food, there are people in this world who can screw up the sambar worse than the cooks at the college mess. But I still gobbled it down, there are no tuck shops in the train where I can go and fill up, and he drops by with the breakfast, the omellete smells like coconut oil J, and I remember Kerela-fornia, I almost begin to sing it but then I realize I am surrounded by mallu’s and I would have a hard time convincing them that its not an insult and was sung by a Mallu himself, the dynamics of a multicultural society. The best part of this journey is that everyone has run out of topics to talk about so if not Hindi or English and not hearing anything at all, phew. The laptop served its purpose and entertained me for quite sometime.

42 mins x 10 Episodes = 420 mins exactly.

Now when we get down it has to server another purpose, a purpose it was meant for, computing not watching TV shows. Of late I have been blank, literally with nothing much to say or write, so I’ll begin with what happened in the past six months or so..

I got into the sixth semester at college yay!!

I got an all time high of 7.6.

I delayed my GRE by six months, I chickened out, mom and dad were on a trip to the US and aditi’s graduation and I was all alone at home and then it was the GRE. So I chickened out and then asked dad for his credit card number and boing the GRE is on the 10^th of June. Then begins the next semester I chug along my entire luggage, back to college.

My computer balks under my constant barrage of overclocking attempts and using it for a regular 16 hours a day, the processor somehow decides to pop out of the socket every now and then when ever it wishes, I keep it plugged in by forcing a paper clip between the heat sink and the processor, talk about bhartiya jugaad syndrome.

Placement exams are round the corner and I am dragged to the library every morning at nine and kept there till five or sometimes seven then I get to go out and have fun and eat good food, I eat a lot of it consequently spending a lot of money each month.

Finally TCS arrives and I have my first placement test, when I come out am not that sure I will get through, but I did and most of my friends did not, that was a heart breaker most of them specially khemu had been studying for placement test for over a year and the news that he did not get through was a shocking, they gave us no time, interviews began within five minutes, I got in for y technical it was brazenly simple. I was called for my HR and then told to wait for the third round, I waited for 16 hours and the call never came until suddenly they came out and called out my enroll and said you may leave I was furious and promptly went to sleep, if they were going to chuck me out shouldn’t they have done it a lot sooner than sixteen hours, I was pissed, I did not want to but went to check the results, I was in! apparently they took the last two rounds for me at the same time, obviously it wasn’t owing to the fact that I had been extremely impressive because I am sure I hadn’t been but I would still like to think of it that way :P.

I cleared two other placement tests and so did all of my friends so everyone I know is placed.

Tanu bhai got married finally and it was a good shaadi, Komal looks good, tanu bhai got himself a catch if anyone asked for my opinion, but no one did. Me and bhai dropped Komal back at her hotel and brought her luggage back with us, then the return trip to the hotel. The incidents at the marriage may fill up a book and piss off a lot of people so I will not mention them; they stay within the iron clad walls of my brain. J

Project submissions had started and this semester marked some of the most hideous and stupid project submissions I have done in my life, thanks to some last minute measures the project submissions passed.

And then Amit Saha would drop the bombshell

Amit: “Congrats dude”

Me: “For what??”

Amit: “You got the grant”

Me: “Grant!?#@!#$!%$%!%”

Amit: “Yes, you and angad had applied for the NBIG grant right?”

Me: “Yes we did but I did not get any notification and the site does not say anything (not that we had checked it)”

Amit: “Did you check the mailing list”

Me: “No, I haven’t even subscribed to it”

Amit: “Well, I’ll forward it to you”

And then came the shocker, rewind back a couple of months when Angad came back from Hyderabad and discussed some Grant, and I wrote a proposal and sent it in, I did not expect that this would happen and it did and then suddenly both of us dashed to our phones and called our friends and family and a couple of days later the feeling hadn’t sunk it, and then it did, and then came panic, and then it passed and that is why we are taking this 36 hour journey to Bangalore. The Grant.

And yes, I delayed my GRE Yet again. Aditi has candidly advised me “Yaar tu chod de, tere bas ki nahi hai” I’ll do it, trust me, sometime in the future it’ll be done. J.

And that more or less is a synopsis of the past six or so months, really concise. I promise you or dear blog I will talk to you more often.

Ciao.

She was right

600 x 12 = 7200
1600 x 4 x 40 x 12 = 3072000
0.234375%
she was right.. and i understand..
its a luxury and i can live without it..

auto Exposed...

for those it is intended for the Title is Clear... should it bother them... and in case they now want to tender an apology... its too little too late..

Pappu ko pyaar ho gaya

Pappu fell in love, Yet Again. He’s fallen in love before. A lot of times before, roughly once per week for four continuous semesters. That’s a lot of times, I suppose. This time however it lasted more than once a week, A Lot More. It’s been three months. He’s yet to talk to her. Quite simply because he’s Pappu. According to him, there are people and then there is him. There are people who can talk to girls, people who can’t talk to girls and then there is Pappu. The world is divided among two categories, people who cant talk to girls and people who think they cant, Pappu belongs to the latter. His belief that he’s a looser when it comes to girls is so strong that all effort to convince him otherwise has failed, miserably. Even his sister has tried, and that is something awesome. Something that rarely happens. So what is so special about this girl? No Idea. Actually NO IDEA. She comes to college, hangs out, looks normal, goes back, a catch though she is two years our junior. Actually when u think about it there is something special about that girl. Pappu ka pyaar for her has lasted three months and that is something amazing in its own right. His face lights up after he has seen her “for the day”, and he is “brighter” than usual, no reflections on his intellect :P just the skin tone. I ask myself why cant he go and talk to her, normally, not go and ask her to marry him, which of course if he tries I think she’ll run away. He says he can try it he’s got no qualms but just one minor problem, he’s Pappu. I’ve got no clue how to get around that problem. Any intervention by us will only ruin the situation, if its not screwed enough by the fact that she is two years our junior. As much as I wish I could do something the truth remains I cant. I can do nothing, nada, ZILCH, and I suppose its for the best that I/We can do nothing and I/We do nothing. Honestly its driving me mad. It does not concern me but it drives me mad. He watches her so closely but yet falls short of stalking or drooling or the million things that guys do. He does it with grace with a certain degree of cuteness, which of course he’s got by the ton, he does it with, dare I use the word, love. He does it and he does it over and over again, daily for the past four months. Its actually sad, that no one can help him and pappu wont help himself. If only….

Tidda: watched jackass2???

aDiTyA: nope

Tidda: ultimate movie be

do watch it..

how would it feel to get ur ass branded...??or drink horse semen....or getting tranpled by a bull blindfolded

aDiTyA: :|

uh.. nt really luking fwd to it

:P

Tidda: na do watch it...some strange ppl...doin anything

and everything

aDiTyA: women can can now possibly get pregnant without male intervention

grp of scientist can coax stem cells to grow as sperms

damn they are takin the only thing we're capable of doin away frm us!

Tidda: crap ab humari demand aur bhi kam ho gayi.....shit

waise bhi near zero hi thi

aDiTyA: yea

i've lost it

sometimes silence isnt really the best option. gandhi really was an assm i think those that allude his success to people like bhagat singh are right after all, not that i liked gandhi in the first place, but i guess i always hated nehru more. This isnt about politics by the way. its about family. and the things that hold true for people hold true for family. if keep quiet long enough. people screw you.. so i suppose every once in a while you have to turn around and give them a piece of your very verbal mind. only then do they understnd that you can play ball... hardball and kick their butt all around the place. that they dont stand a chance. that if they thought they were right. they are not. that if they think that they can come to your house and abuse you and your folks... they made a mistake they would regret for the rest of their lives. and its not like i did not warn them. i told them... "bua for 20 years i've never said a word, i ;ve never had a fight with you people, but dont push it, if i say stuff, you'd all cry..." but like all over confident idiots she did not listen, boy did she make one BIG mistake. what ensued was a series of very futile arguments from her side and prosaic rebuttals from my end... when all failed she shouted... WHEN DO PEOPLE LEARN!!!! i shout better louder and longer... she lost... this has happened before... everytime we hung up... they won... everytime mum cried... dad broke down... everytime i stood and watched... aditi fought... kicked some ass... but she is only a girl... she breaks... she shouts today hugs them tomorrow... this has happed before.. today it hit a nerve somewhere.. today it set off something.. i changed my stand... they dont deserve second chances... them specially of all people... one down... three to go... they'll all hang up one by one... i can talk shit.. more than they can.. and they think they cant be beaten at talking shit... REALITY CHECK BITCH!!!!

i've not been mad in a long time...

you should see me when i make the call...
i dont loose it very often...

and right now... i've lost it... and they're dead!

This that another

its been long since i have posted here, not out of reluctance but simply an outcome of sheer laziness which adi and i share. i dont know whether he has wanted to kick me out of the blog and has not done it because it was rude or other things but well the crux being i havent written here for long now.
what could be more ideal than nostalgia revisited? ill tell you, ive known adi since i was in 8th std, believe me i have known the boy thence a man(a good hearted i-mean-no-wrong-but-wont-move-my-ass man) and he has known the girl thence a bitch. all this knowing and not knowing has come in phases. i got out of a shithole today and i happy i can use fancy words here but none of them will do any justice. i am simply happy, i am not jumping out of my skin with joy, neither i am just at peace with myself i am there, you know the happy stage? i like writing, trash most of the times but all those trash has a hint of moroseness and so this post was not appropriate for my blog.

Guy's Talk....

Tidda: oh......but told ya earlier too.....no one learns to respect teh power of fire until they get burnt once
Tidda: then gals become really difficult to handle and even more dificult to leave???right
kaka: and u are not able to reciprocate (nt tht i see as being incapable of doin tht ......... js tht i see US -- as in u and me-- as 2 ppl who take it slow....... and arent complete assholes..... yes in bits nd parts we are bt nt thru and thru ..... we like to keep a clean concience..... ) so when that happens u kind of wonder....... what the fuck am i doning here
kaka: because when doin this u ARE screwing with someones feelings........ and i assume u like me understand tht its a bad thing........ dont kno abt u ... bt i am nt cut out for it....... may b too pink or nt too testrostone laden..... bt thtz nt me.......

back in black

"Hey am sorry"
"what for?"
"you know i forgot your laptop power adapter and carry bag in the library and it kind of closed so ..."
"Na don't be... not your fault, its isn't your fault, i mean its totally my fault, i over reacted, i mean people loose stuff all the time so its my fault, you lend someone something they are bound to loose a part or two of it"

i mean obviously, no body's perfect and people forget, what do you want asshole, kill them, its just a adapter man, costs 2-3k at the most so what, just buy a new one, any case the guy who lost it, the guy who u did NOT leave it with has a rather illustrious history of stealing chocolate bars from the supermarket so all in all its OK... and the damn carry bag, don't the companies throw in a complimentary one when you buy the dammed thing... uh not any more they don't.. so what man... its OK... what if you payed a couple of thousand bucks extra for that... you're definitely over-reacting.. definitely

Blogger Arrives :P

So i suppose blogging finally caught the fancy of the general public. Not a reflection on an increasing number of people penning down their thoughts on the net, but a reflection on my self-proclaimed "all written material hater" roomie. Apparently he draws his inspiration from a certain incident in the lives of Calvin and Hobbes, don't we all love those two, and for someone to draw inspiration from them is truly heartwarming if anything at all. His is a different blog, it boasts of an array of "Original" raps.. apparently that is all that i could gather and at 2 in the night that is all i could muster courage up for. He;s honest atleast, he hates reading and says so, its taken him 3 semesters to get half way through Fountain Head. Ayn Rand would have been proud of herself that someone spent so much of their time reading her stuff, its more like his bed time story. LOL.. talk about people with time to waste... Am talking about someone who has started writing... koyel am still waiting for my book.. and i know charu.. am working on mine... but nothing strikes me... I am working on it... I'll start working it ......... sometime in this lifetime I hope :P

tired...

two words... i am tired... those are three words... that goes to show just how tired i am...

That is as corny a beginning anyone could have come up with... anyways i guess writing is like sex... after you've done it enough times and used it as a method of venting out your frustrations its just isn't fun anymore it sort of becomes a routine... have a bad day, take it all out, for all the lucky bastard out there who have sex "Atta boy!!" for those like me "go take a dump"...

hmm.. no girl in sight... keyboard it is... so i guess i have take it all out on the damn keyboard again.... crap!!

Its not that i have had a bad day, its just that i've not had a good day, and that will go to show in just how good and interesting this post is. My mid-sems results will be thrown at me pretty soon, wont be a pretty sight, i worked, not really hard but i deserve better results, i deserve better luck. Slim chance, fuck it.

Fine, this is more out of compulsion, i have a blog and i must maintain it. I have a million other things to do, i want to do them, i want a 48 hour day. Why wont people believe me that i dont, like an oft mention less-than-successful cousin i do NOT sleep 18 hours a day. I sleep on an average 5 hours a day. I have my rather long nose stuck in so many things I have no time to do anything. I have so many *pending* commitments. She will start bickering soon, damn End semester exams, DAMN YOU!, she is not to blame. I gave her the right to bicker.

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