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The Meeting !

2006-02-22T00:37:00.000+05:30

Here i was, standing amidst the screeching bikes and clouds of smoke on the streets near Swargate in Pune, it seemed like a National Highway to me.

My meeting with the Persistant guys was scheduled at 10.00 am and i was rite on time.

The Regency. 6 people seated.

The presentation was good and what i always saw was 6 heads nodding in affirmation, i was partly happy and partly scared, did they get wht i was sayin, or were they just nodding so that they could get over to lunch soon after that !

Finally, the 1.5hrs of nervousness got over, it was my first corporate presentation in my lifetime and according to me it was awesome !

Next, i was lookin forward to meeting with Shuchi. !!

Flashback.

Standard Four. Travelling to school in the same bus, sharing homework and stuff. Playing in the garden and "the shoe lace incident" is all that i can recall about her. It was in the year 1992 that i had seen her last, and it was now, not exactly now, but an hour from now, that i would be seeing her again. Never had an idea how she grew up all these years. She had stayed back till class 10th in Akola while i had moved out after class four. My first meeting with her, was an accident, an accident in which i was deliberately involved, which i can never forget. I was searching for old pals on Orkut and goin down memory lane, i went too far off, i just remembered a handful of my classmates, none of which i found on orkut, but just got 4 gals with the same name.

Scrapping them about a common memorable incident, i expected if anyone wud respond.

Two days later. My joy knew no bounds. Never in my dreams i had ever imagined that i wud actually get back in touch with her.

It was then, and it was now, that i was about to meet her for the first time. Meanwhile, we did share emails and a few phone calls, but nothing beats a face to face meeting.

So here i was, entering Barista at FC Road, one of the hep places in Pune. There were just a few couples, lookin as if they were studyin, but we all know wht one does with open books on the table and one hand in another.

She did not let me wait for long, as i entered and took my seat, she followed me in. Here i was, looking at another Five Foot Someone ( more to come in this trip ). Here i was, six one, lookin down at her in gaze... and she agreed to it giggling, to the fact that, only i seemed to hav grown up, she was still the same size.

In a few mins, Barista got full with students and couples, rather student couples, so we had to leave, in search of a quite place to sit and talk.

Pizza Hut !! I liked her for this choice of place. Myself being a Pizza fan. It was the best place one could take me for a treat. So, it was before lunchtime and we expected that not much crowd should be here.

The crowd gave us about an hour to chat, after which, there was no diff between a bus stop and the pizza hut place.

This time we decided to go to her college campus. As she had described in her mails, that it was lovely, isolated and with lotsa greens. Man ! when we reached there, I told myself, this is what a college should be like.... Lotsa greens, shops for general stuff, including clothes and grocery ! What more could anyone want from a college management. Rest everything was superb. Sinhgad Institutes was THE PLACE for an education i suppose, coz until now, i just had seen IITs and IIMs and always thought that these were exceptional places. But this was yet another addition to my list.

Anyways, enuff of siteseeing, we chose a quite place and started talkin, 4 hours later, she reminded that she had to leave today for home and i needed to drop her at the station. So after getting her bags to the bus, we had a nice noisy ride to the station, where we spent another 40mins or so talking... I dont knw whether we will meet again in life. But, this first one, after such long time, will not be the last one i hope !

Meee Aalo re aalo !!

2006-02-21T00:58:00.000+05:30

Pune !!

Le Meridian at right and a stack of autos on the left. Here i was, standing at the Pune station.

Today, I had to stay over at my friend Prashant's place for the night before moving on to Deepti's place. Now, while in the auto, i was tryin to recall my relationship with Prashant ( which was obviously straight ) but, the kinda friendship we had. But, to my astonishment, it was not much we had in common and neither we ever spend much time togther, except for cricket matches and the exploring jabalpur trips.

The last call that i made to him, it was decided that i shud give him a call when i reach BV campus. ( Bharti Vidyapeeth ). I tried to speak Marathi, to let the autowallah know that i was not a stranger in town, and neither did i ask stupid questions so that he takes me via long routes, billing me hard. Astonished at my success in duping the old guy, i uttered "thamba thamba" as we reached the spot where my friend had told to me arrive and give him a call.

Paying in cash, i let the autowallah go and went to a coin box to make a call. Ambani shud really provide GSM services to all metros, it really came to my mind, to spend that 1 Re. to give Ambani a call in heaven and let him know of my weird situation.

It happened.
It always happens with me.
Beep Beep Beep. The airtel customer you are calling has moved out of service area. Please try calling, later.

Damn, what to do now , is the only thought that could ever come into anyone's mind.

I didnt know that there were more things that were feeling hungry other than me. In my next attempt to call my friend, the darned coin phone ate my 1 Re. coin, it stuck there in its throat, denying me the privilege of making another call.

It was a college campus, 4 am, I cud not see much of life except plants and dogs.

Luckily i spotted a gang of guys, coming back from somewhere ( a booze party i guess ). I waved at them and tried to stop them. After hearing my query, them pointed me to a hotel which was a part of a private hostel and stayed open all nite till 6 am. This was bliss, i wished we had something like this in our campus or city as well. Its what every engineering guy needs during PLs and submission times.

This place was good. Carrom boards, pool and a dining table. The fragrance of Aloo Paraatha and Butter tempted me to order one for myself. After several attempts, i got him online, spoke to Prashant and told him about my location. The Paratha was good, so, a second one was mandatory.

After another paratha with my friend, i thanked the hotel guy and left with him on his bike.

The guy lived in a sexy flat. Now, how can one define a flat as sexy. Fuggeddaboutit. But it was more than an engineering guy could imagine. No piled clothes, no messed up tables and a clean bed. I finally hopped onto one of them and bid my friend good night.

Yes. I did dream. How can one not dream when in a dreamland. I had never thought i would be seeing my old friends from mumbai, one very good friend back from standard 4 and this great friend's girlfriend. Yet more to come about all this on my blog.... keep reading !!

Pune Trip : while in train

2006-02-21T00:18:00.000+05:30

Travelling by train has never been a very exciting thing in my life. As a kid , i did like it, but since october of 2005, travelling has become a regular task. Being a middle class loner, i never got an opportunity to travel in the AC compartment, so 2nd class sleeper, with the different kind of people and the various adjustments that one has to make to give space to people, is what my whole day of the trip comprised of.

After getting up at 12.00 noon, i saw strange faces staring at me as i brushed my teeth. After gettin a "safedii ki chamkar" in my 'bateesii' , i went back to my berth, hunting for a vendor to get me some breakfast..... i wished there was google in life !

When in these compartments, one always gets a glimpse of the life people spend in the train, the life of the vendors and the pantry car employees, stayin away from family, just for a livin. I thought, how hard a life they live.

Again, after a few hours, it occured to me that if my train was late by 9 hrs , how can i reach pune on time, which was 4 am, so now the supposed time of reaching was 12.00 noon, and if i continued with this, i wud definitely miss my meeting at 10.00 in the morning.

The TT was very helpful, though i am generally afraid of consulting oldies, because always in my case, they have misguided me than providing help.
This one was kinda different, an 'abhi toh mein jawan hoon' look on his face, he was checking everyone's tickets and advised me to get down at manmad and take the following Maharashtra Express to reach Pune by 3 am the next day. This was the best and the only option i had.

Fixing the alarm on my cell, i bid good nite to the travelling mosquitoes, with no option here to scare them away, i knew it was a party for them, tonite.

Trip to Pune : the beginning

2006-02-19T16:49:00.000+05:30

[ delayed post ]

it was the nite of 8th feb 2006, calling 131....... ...... 131....... .....131... shucks these govt. call centre services.....
finally a husky voice sounded like it was tellin me my train was 4 hours late.... i decided to go back to my room..
what else cud i do, life without internet is nothing for me until surrounded by friends, lap dancers and booze (not for me obviously but for the gals ).

again online. sending about 35673 remaining mails, it told me that this wud take about 3 hours to complete. I decided to take a nap.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm............... that brat.

i ran to get a mosquito coil. these mos. had really decided to suck on me tonite. it wasnt love, but just the taste of fresh blood "on the rocks" that they were really after...

white fumes filled room, i really needed to take a walk now before i suffocate to death.

2 am. i was out on the street, thought of making a call, on second thought, i was on it.

the stress relieving process lasted about 45 minutes, after which we bid gudbye to each other and gettin wishes for a happy journey, got me thinking, wht could be worse than travelling alone.

after a long nap, i had got the info before fallin asleep that my train was not gonna arrive before 7 am... again, Lallo prasad and his indian railways had stood me up.. like a not-bothered-abt-me girlfriend.

cutting this one short... like the previous post.. here i saw myself, staring and googling the charts at the railway station, it was 6.30 am , no signs of any F-18 - F-24 in my part of the bogie, just a couple and a few oldies present, i prayed that someone wud get in on the way which wud make me happy...

expecting the same, i boarded the train when it arrived at 7.30 am , mine was the upper berth, hopped onto that and angels of the dark nite, took me in their arms.... it was 12.45 when i woke up....

contd.

Back Again !!

2006-02-19T16:41:00.000+05:30

Finallly, after a real long time... staying away from the world of blogs, not writing but reading from others regularly, i was behaving like the procastinator's soul had gotten into me or maybe it was just that i didnt feel like writing. Cant say anything about it, so i just decided rite now, to make this one real short and cutting the crap out , just read the next one. This was just to tell you that M BACK !!

Ode to the Nice Guys

2005-10-11T00:47:00.000+05:30

From quite sometime, i have been thinkin to blog daily, but just cant seem to get goin... so this is just something i loved reading that i would like to share with my friends....

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

The Year 2038 Problem

2005-08-29T23:49:00.000+05:30

Test it now...

steps...

1. login to yahoo messenger

2. send instant message to anyone - fine its working...

3. now, change ur system date to 19-Jan-2038, 03:14:07 AM or above

(as mentioned in mail)

4. Confirm weather ur date is changed

5. again send instant message to anyone...

Your YM crahes....

* * * YES ALL NETWORK BASED APPLICATION WILL NOT WORK NOW * * *

Why.....

What is it?

Starting at GMT 03:14:07, Tuesday, January 19, 2038, It is expected to
see lots of systems around the world breaking magnificently:
satellites falling out of orbit, massive power outages (like the 2003
North American blackout), hospital life support system failures, phone
system interruptions, banking errors, etc. One second after this
critical second, many of

these systems will have wildly inaccurate date settings, producing all
kinds of unpredictable consequences. In short, many of the dire
predictions for the year 2000 are much more likely to actually occur
in the year 2038! Consider the year 2000 just a dry run. In case you
think we can sit on this issue for another 30 years before addressing
it, consider that reports of temporal echoes of the 2038 problem are
already starting to appear in future date calculations for mortgages
and vital statistics!

In the first month of the year 2038 C.E. many computers will encounter
a date-related bug in their operating systems and/or in the
applications they run. This can result in incorrect and wildly
inaccurate dates being reported by the operating system and/or
applications. The effect of this bug is hard to predict, because many
applications are not prepared for the resulting "skip" in reported
time - anywhere from 1901 to a "broken record" repeat of the reported

time at the second the bug occurs. Also, may make some small
adjustment to the actual time the bug expresses itself. This bug to
cause serious problems on many platforms, especially Unix and
Unix-like platforms, because these systems will "run out of time".

What causes it?

Time_t is a data type used by C and C++ programs to represent dates
and times internally. (Windows programmers out there might also
recognize it as the basis for the CTime and CTimeSpan classes in MFC.)
time_t is actually just an integer, a whole number, that counts the
number of seconds since January 1, 1970 at 12:00 AM Greenwich Mean
Time. A time_t value of 0 would be 12:00:00 AM (exactly midnight)
1-Jan-1970, a time_t value of 1 would be 12:00:01 AM

(one second after midnight) 1-Jan-1970, etc..

some example times and their exact time_t representations:

Date & time time_t representation

1-Jan-1970, 12:00:00 AM GMT 0

1-Jan-1970, 12:01:00 AM GMT 60

1-Jan-1970, 01:00:00 AM GMT 3 600

2-Jan-1970, 12:00:00 AM GMT 86 400

1-Jan-1971, 12:00:00 AM GMT 31 536 000

1-Jan-1972, 12:00:00 AM GMT 63 072 000

1-Jan-2038, 12:00:00 AM GMT 2 145 916 800

19-Jan-2038, 03:14:07 AM GMT 2 147 483 647

By the year 2038, the time_t representation for the current time will
be over 2 140 000 000. And that's the problem. A modern 32-bit
computer stores a "signed integer" data type, such as time_t, in 32
bits. The first of these bits is used for the positive/negative sign
of the integer, while the remaining 31 bits are used to store the
number itself. The highest number these 31 data bits can store works
out to exactly 2 147 483 647. A time_t value of this exact number, 2
147 483 647, represents January 19, 2038, at 7 seconds past 3:14 AM
Greenwich Mean Time. So, at 3:14:07 AM GMT on that fateful day, every
time_t used in a 32-bit C or C++ program will reach its upper limit.

One second later, on 19-January-2038 at 3:14:08 AM GMT, disaster strikes.

When a signed integer reaches its maximum value and then gets
incremented, it wraps around to its lowest possible negative value.
This means a 32-bit signed integer, such as a time_t, set to its
maximum value of 2 147 483 647 and then incremented by 1, will become
-2 147 483 648. Note that "-" sign at the beginning of this large
number. A time_t value of -2 147 483 648 would represent December 13,
1901 at 8:45:52 PM GMT.

So, if all goes normally, 19-January-2038 will suddenly become
13-December-1901 in every time_t across the globe, and every date
calculation based on this figure will go haywire. And it gets worse.
Most of the support functions that use the time_t data type cannot
handle negative time_t values at all. They simply fail and return an
error code.

A quick check with the following Perl script may help determine if
your computers will have problems (this requires Perl to be installed
on your system, of course):

#!/usr/bin/perl

# Use POSIX (Portable Operating System Interface) use POSIX;

# Set the Time Zone to GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) for

date calculations.

$ENV{'TZ'} = "GMT";

# Count up in seconds of Epoch time just before and

after the critical event.

for ($clock = 2147483641; $clock < 2147483651;

$clock++)

{

print ctime($clock);

}

For example, the output of this script on Debian GNU/Linux (kernel
2.4.22) (An affected system) will be

# ./2038.pl

Tue Jan 19 03:14:01 2038

Tue Jan 19 03:14:02 2038

Tue Jan 19 03:14:03 2038

Tue Jan 19 03:14:04 2038

Tue Jan 19 03:14:05 2038

Tue Jan 19 03:14:06 2038

Tue Jan 19 03:14:07 2038

Fri Dec 13 20:45:52 1901

Fri Dec 13 20:45:52 1901

Fri Dec 13 20:45:52 1901

Solution

"The best way to predict the future is to engineer it." Consider
testing your mission-critical code well ahead of time on a
non-production test platform set just before the critical date. For
more general applications, just using large types for storing dates
will do the trick in most cases. For example, in GNU C, 64-bits (a
"long " type) is sufficient to keep the

time from rolling over for literally geological eons This just means
any executables the operating systems runs will always get the correct
time reported to them when queried in the correct manner. It doesn't
stop the executables you may still want to be worried about
Well-written programs can simply be recompiled with a new version of
the library that uses, for example, 8-byte values for the storage
format. This is possible because the library encapsulates the whole
time activity with its own time types and functions (unlike most
mainframe programs, which did not standardize their date formats or
calculations). So the Year 2038 problem should not be nearly as hard
to fix as the Y2K problem was.

Admittedly, some don't feel that this impending disaster will strike
too many people. They reason that, by the time 2038 rolls around, most
programs will be running on 64-bit or even 128-bit computers. In a
64-bit program, a time_t could represent any date and time in the
future out to 292 000 000 000 A.D., which is about 20 times the
currently estimated age of the universe. The problem with this kind of
optimism is the same root problem behind most of the Year 2000

concerns that plagued the software industry in previous years: Legacy
Code. Even if every PC in the year 2038 has a 64-bit CPU, there will
be a lot of older 32-bit programs running on them.

The greatest danger with the Year 2038 Problem is its invisibility.
The more-famous Year 2000 is a big, round number; it only takes a few
seconds of thought, even for a computer-illiterate person, to imagine
what might happen when 1999 turns into 2000. But January 19, 2038 is
not nearly as obvious. Software companies will probably not think of
trying out a Year 2038 scenario before doomsday strikes. Of course,
there will be some warning ahead of time. Scheduling software, billing
programs, personal reminder calendars, and other such pieces of code
that set dates in the near future will fail as soon as one of their
target dates exceeds 19-Jan-2038, assuming a time_t is used to store
them.

Good luck, and hope no ones flying car breaks down in 2038

@nkur

lookin up for callin up a call centre.....hear it out

2005-08-20T10:54:00.000+05:30

Here is a story i would have narrated in a different manner, but put in the best way....my experiences were like the followinf text....

The supposed IT revolution for India is good enough in numbers for the big bosses sitting high up in the corridors of power. How many times I heard the people swooning over the revolution that is happening! Well, this post is related to the call centre experience I had recently with a computer majors IBM and HP.

Over the past few days, IBM has been advertising its servers and computers rather aggressively. The entry-level laptops have fallen down to realistic levels given the cuts in the duties. In this backdrop, it is difficult to comment on the bare bones system that these companies are offering because the price quoted is never inclusive of taxes.

Well, calling up IBM first. Some chick at the other end spoke up in a husky voice. It went like this:

“This is xxxxx, how may I help you?”

“I called up to know about the laptops that you are offering. I read in the advertisement in Times of India that the price cuts have been announced. Could you tell me about the specifications please?”

She says, “Which city are you calling from?”

I replied, “How does that matter miss? All I need to know is the specifications of the model number I just gave to you”

Well, she insists that she needs to know about the city. Therefore, I do not reveal my original city and blurt out, New Delhi.

She says, “Sir, you could contact our channel partner for the same. His number is…”.Before she could speak out, I cut her in the middle. “If I had to call up your channel partner and pay for the call, what for are you people sitting in the Toll Free number!” With this, I hung up.

My next port of call was HP. After a prolonged wait and some kind of an instrumental music, the voice came on the other end waking me up in the process. It was almost 8 minutes before anyone answered my call. “This is xxxxx, how may I help you?”.

I repeat the same query about the laptops. The dingbat asked me about my contact number and place where I am calling him. I said, “Sorry dude, of late I am getting a lot of spam calls and I won’t give out my number”. He refused initially to process my enquiry.

“Sir, we NEED to have your number”, almost crying out on the other end. I then for a mater of course told him specifically, “Dude, you won’t get my number. If you still insist on the same, escalate the call to your manager or I d email the top management that you are insisting on something with which I am not comfortable with.” It was enough to shut that poor chap up.

Finally, it came down to the matter at hand. Said.” Sir, what kind of laptop are you looking for”? I said, something, which is entry-level one. Then in their characteristic tone said, “Sir, May I put you on hold while I retrieve the information”? My patience had almost run out after waiting for so long before my call was answered. I said, “I dialed the number options for laptops. I expect you to handle the query on your own without looking around for information. In any case if I need printers, I would dial the relevant option straight away”.

I have no idea but somehow that guy managed to speak out the specs. It was asinine to argue with him on any of the technical aspects. He droned on and on about the cache and the chip speed and what not. Finally, I asked him, “What version of Linux are offering for the entry level laptop”? He said, “Sir, Mandrake 9.1”. I reminded him that I am using 10.1 and would it be possible to upgrade the same?

He almost went apologetic. Said, “Sir, well that is the company policy! We don’t ship anything else in Linux!”

In that case, I asked him, is it so that the company will not refuse warranties if I loaded up any other version of Linux, like the free version of Knoppix or Debian? Check out his reply. He said,” Sir, the software that you load should have a valid license with serial number and not be pirated”!

So much for their application of mind. I was in no mood to argue or perhaps correct him that the versions I just mentioned are free to be reproduced and installed on any number of machines without any kind of license. All I could do was just hang up the phone and curse myself for wasting my time.

It is a sad reflection of times and the way labor market is organized. I have read horror accounts of how these people are treated without any break whatsoever. To be frank, there is nothing wrong with those people. All that is wrong is with the companies that hire them without giving them any proper training for handling queries that are not routine. I believe that they ought to have some people who are willing to learn and put them on the growth trajectory or be made to handle calls that are beyond the understanding of a normal employee. And I am not a male chauvinist but women usually draw a blank as far as technology is concerned. They are good enough on the phone to sound husky enough!

So much for the Indian IT revolution!

Ahh !! Days like today come twice a year !

2005-06-17T01:15:00.000+05:30

What a day today.....liberty rulezz

Examz over.....feels like i'm in third heaven ! things felt like this only the last time I finished some of these. Parted from seniors this year, the first batch of our college, its hard to believe, that we dont get to see those gorgeous females again in our corridors ! Ahh....it ws a pleasant time we had...now someone else has that luck !
Its high time....we too haveto be on the field someday or the other...destiny has everything for everyone of us. But, we can live the last year wid GUSTO !
Well, examz over hue, toh i ws just freakin out the whole day ! Managed to get home just before dad, else i wud be sleepin wid some Moti / Charlie on the road. . Well guys, I have plans for bangalore this vacation, wanna get into jobhunting seriously !

Time to get back to coding and stuff - afterall examz are over ! wait for my next blog...cya

So even I have a blog now !

2005-02-20T00:31:00.000+05:30

Ahh ! inspired by a lot of blogs and bugged by them for makin one for myself.....blogs now seem to be a status symbol among guys like you and me, well its a season and I think this will be over when the world ends. So I am here to write something, let begin with my day today....as usual late to bed makes me get up late, thought that result must hav cum, but was really happy to see nothing new on the univ website. Things went on smoother than yesterday, was codin the whole day for my new project, met friends in the afternoon and went for a "chakkar" in the evenin, later at nite had a nic tummy fillin dinner and then as usual connected to this virtual world of mine tht i like so much, can anyone tell me why cant there be a world without 'ego'. I shud hav something more to write tomm so i shud wind up now i guess !