The Lost Dragon

It could have been great, but now marked as a bugged release. The worst of the times in the life of a developer when a module or code, written with so much dedication and tested rigourously, is marked as a bugged one (Note: I know the analogy is pretty debatable that if it's tested rigourously, then how come it contains bugs. But the fact remains that some bugs do creep up; especially at the crucial junctures of the product development) . But my case is different because what I wrote does not contain any bugs, rather it did not get bundled along with the delivered module, resulting in the broken functionalities and loop holes. And believe me there is no other terrible feeling like it. You seem to think all sort of stuff like - Why I did not check it for once, How could I miss those, What will happen now, What effect would it make on the project, Wish 8-10 hours earlier, I would have known about it, then I could have bundled it, etc. etc. etc. But they are all wild thoughts of your

Well, people seem to find themselves on one of the sides. However, I am more seriously infected. I show symptoms of both the scenarios. ;-)

I caught hold of Of Course I love you...Till I find Someone on my way back to Pune for Diwali vacation...Thanks to my friend and colleague Rakesh . I did not know I am very good at reading books, after almost 3 years break from books and devoting most of the time on Internet. However, this one got me right into it. And I think every guy or girl of my generation would feel the same because it has got all the stuff...College, Guys, Girls, Friendship, Parties, Love, Beer, Sex, Betrayals, Tears... In short, the most memorable times of the recent graduate like me. And I did not surprise myself to be almost finishing it withing 6 hours. Rakesh had to get down early, otherwise I would have surely finished it. Its pretty easy to relate yourself with the characters of the book... You knew from your class or even a friend who was as crazy as Deb, the girl next who seated next desk to be like Vernita, the cool hot dude like Vernita's BF(I don't remeber his name), another simple middle-c

I start my day by sitting on a chair Giving my monitor a hard, cold stare, By evening I'm done with another coding, Oh! This has become a routine so boring. Like all, I entered this field with great hope, Jobs were many and there was plenty of scope, Dreams of joining the likes of Gates, And a chance to make money in the States. Thus, I entered the world of bytes, Only to realize that reality bytes, 'Coz a programmer's life, isn't all that cozy, The bed of software isn't all that rosy. Seeing the monitor all day n night, Have taken the power off my eyesight, Late to bed n late to rise, Had made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise. Had made me neither wealthy, healthy or wise. Working holidays, busy weekends, No time for family, no time for friends, My job steals most of my time, Helplessly, I watch this crime. Just for few bits of money, I forego those moments with my Honey, When I should be out - having fun, I'm telling my comp, what's to be done. I hate u,

If you think this is going to be the some secret way to connect to Twitter, then you are wrong. This is about the how twitter got huge attention of the developers and bloggers. The softwares have become more than means to earn. They have incorporated into our lives so much that at times we cannot imagine any life without them. There would be hardly anyone in the industry who does not know Google. Why Google. Take twitter. Who is not on it. Even Sachin Tendulkar finally came to it. With twitter, our links with the virtual world have got even stronger. So, what the success stratergy behind the Twitter's success. Initially when I heard about twitter and tweeting, I thought - What sort of application is that. Just scribbling some 140 characters to let friends know whats happening in someone's life. But we know what capabilities it has. The stratergy for Twitter's success is letting the user decide the interface what suits him/her. They focussed more on the core of the system. T

Working in javascript on the my project, I found an interesting thing which I would like to share with you all. parseInt() method in javascript is used to parse a string text into integer. For example to convert String “8” as integer 8 for processing, you will use it as follows: var parsedValue = parseInt(“8”); You can find more details about the parseInt() method on W3C Schools. http://www.w3schools.com/jsref/jsref_parseInt.asp However, there is an interesting bug with parseInt(). When you try to parseInt("08") or parseInt("09"), it returns 0. This is because the leading zero tells the parseInt() method that it is an octal number and 08 is not a valid octal value. Hence the parsing returns 0 as output. So, you might get this scenario when you trying to parse date values or month values containing leading zeros. Workaround: - Use the alternate form of parseInt(value, radix). This form forces the parsing of the string value as per your radix value. 10 indicate for de

I still remember the night when me and the knight were working on our Java project - hamraDownloader. What night that was... One system, two heads, javadoc and i guess 3-4 java ebooks, project aim, and most of them all, time constraint of submitting it on the next day... It was all setup for the perfect night out... And it really went crazier when we were roaming with a glass of tea up and down in the whole building... Truely miss those times... Anyways, that day one thing we realized that for newbies of our level, you will surely get the classes you need for your purpose. But those will be the abstract ones. That is you don't know how to create the instance for them. And that is where I felt that javadoc provided no help. Its a very huge documentation, but very less examples. And if you don't have a internet, your night is going to be the one like ours... memorable. Anyways, so just as Getting Real said, scratching your own itch is an important thing. It is a pain area for n

हर ख़ुशी है लोगों के दामन में पर एक हंसी के लिए वक़्त नहीं दिन रात दौड़ती दुनिया में ज़िन्दगी के लिए ही वक़्त नहीं माँ की लोरी का एहसास तो है पर माँ को माँ कहने का वक़्त नहीं सारे रिश्तों को तो हम मार चुके हैं पर अब उन्हें दफ़नाने का वक़्त नहीं सारे नाम मोबाइल में हैं पर दोस्ती के लिए वक़्त नहीं गैरों की क्या बात करें जब अपनों के लिए ही वक़्त नहीं आँखों में है नींद बड़ी पर सोने का भी वक़्त नहीं दिल है ग़मों से भरा पर रोने का भी वक़्त नहीं पैसों की दौड़ में ऐसे दौड़े की थकने का भी वक़्त नहीं पराये एहसास की क्या कद्र करें जब अपने सपनो के लिए ही वक़्त नहीं तू ही बता ऐ ज़िन्दगी इस ज़िन्दगी का क्या होगा की हर पल मरने वालों को जीने के लिए भी वक़्त नहीं -- Unknown

It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer.I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in

I come from middle class background and for us, even small things have a special place in heart. Not because there aren't any new alternatives, just because the memories associated with them. And when Bajaj announced that they are are going to stop the production of scooter, it surely marked the end of an era. My father got this Bajaj Super (Pehelwan - we love to call it that way) before my birth in Kanpur and ever since he just another member of the family. And always the most reliable one. My father still drives it much more pride than the recent addition to XCD into the list. 22 Years of service and still going good guns. I don't know how my father decided on that green color, but it looks perfectly awesome on it. Any other thing and I would have hated that thing. I can't forget how we all used to fit into our Pehelwan. Bangalore time was so much fun. We used to travel all the way to Rattanvilas Road, Basavangudi for the congregation, then off to Jalhali to, then to Gang

I must keep walking I know that if I stopped now I will cry No, I must keep walking Even if my heart is thrown into pieses and my Smiles are nothing but a mask to hide I need to keep walking this path of life And maybe.....there is still hope for me ahead Maybe there is someone to heal my broken heart Till then, I will walk until my last breath

A Message by George Carlin: The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inn

Great ideas need not necessarily come in washrooms. I got this one while on bike with my friend Rajiv on our way to Shayak's place. Personal Contact Manager, a website that allows the user to manage his/her contacts in an easy and efficient manner. Now, whats different with it. A lot of applications provide this feature. Ever since Windows is being shipped by Microsoft, Phonebook and Outlook Express provide these features. So, let me put it this way. Where are most of the contacts of a person? Even if you don't have any answer or trying to juggle out your way counting the contacts at various social networking sites; even a layman would want to have all his contacts right on his hand. But there is already a mobile phone there. So where should the contact go... Yeah, you guessed it right. On the mobile phone. Wait a minute, we were talking about a website. Where does the mobile come into picture. It does. Let me put the things this way. The actual place where the contacts are sto

Hi people. Its been a long time since I have posted anything on this blog. We had this idea that we will be sharing our ideas and experiences. Actually this post should have come earlier if I would have known how to show HTML code nicely in the posts. But this time, things are better. So here it is... It all started during the SDRC-UG introduction session with the BBA-IT freshers of our college, SICSR . This time we had decided to put the recruitment process online where the students have to register themselves online. Naturally they have to fill the form (<form>). One of the students came to me and asked various things and told me that he is one of those differently-abled people. Just then I realized whether the forms that we had been designing since beginning can be accessible by such people. When Google-d it out, I came to know that all those forms are not for such people. Crap...:-( I am sure all those in the same field could feel the same way. So much work done over the year

उन दिनों जब कि तुम थे यहाँ जिंदगी जागी-जागी सी थी सारे मौसम बड़े मेहरबान दोस्त थे रास्ते...दावतनामे थे जो मंजिलों ने लिखे थे जमीन पर हमारे लिए पेड़...बाहें पसारे खड़े थे हमें छाव की shawl पहनाने के वास्ते शाम को सब सितारे बहुत मुस्कुराते थे जब देखते थे हमें आती जाती हवाएं कोई गीत खुशबु का गाती हुई छेडती थीं...गुजर जाती थीं आसमां पिघले नीलम का एक तालाब था जिसमें हर रात एक चाँद का फूल खिलता था और पिघले नीलम में बहता हुआ वो हमारे दिलों के किनारों को छू लेता था उन दिनों जब के तुम थे यहाँ... अश्कों में जैसे धुल गए सब मुस्कुराते रंग, रस्ते में थक से सो गयी मासूम सी उमंग, दिल है की फिर भी ख्वाब सजाने का शौक है, पत्थर पे भी गुलाब उगने का शौक है, बरसों से यूँ तो एक अमावस की रात है, अब इसको हौसला कहूं या जिद की बात है, दिल कहता है की अँधेरे में भी रौशनी तो है, माना की राख हो गए उम्मीद के अलाव, इस राख में भी आग कहीं पर दबी तोह है... आपकी याद कैसे आएगी, आप ये क्यूँ समझ न पाते है, याद तोह सिर्फ उनकी आती है, हम कभी जिनको भूल जाते हैं । -- Javed Akhtar Rightly putting my feeling in his poem