Inactive for days!!!

Hi

I was stuffed with some shyty work and deadlines thats why could not write anything for days. I was revolving inside a LOOP for days, trying to extract some important information from POINTERS , requesting things from a BEAST ( KERNEL) but He was not allowing, trying various vauge methods like jumping from one TREE to other to get fruits but most of times got GARBAGE... After toiling hard, today I heaved a deep sigh of relief......

Abhi

After Five years!!!

Its zero hours Friday night, I switched the laptop, and pluggesd th D-LINK ADSL Router to laptop, thats why able to log in to blogger.com.. Ahem Ahem...

Let me start blogging, but not finding the exact words, here is my another try.....

We 6 F.R.I.E.N.D.S ( Indeed all of similar sex ;) ) are staying together... More than five years have been elasped since I have got the opportunity of staying with them, but there is one cute dude whom i knew from more than 10 years, yes he is Atul....... After watching great indian laughter challenge final.. every one in my flat has crashed now.I am not getting sleep and i dont know why i am feeling like visulasing myself after five years... I never thought for it but gave a try today with wet eyes and heart. I dont know how i will realise when we all Six will scatter one day.... I will seriously miss those leg pulling sessions each night, trying different stuffs in kitchen during weekends, kunals hand made kheer, punnet and atul contribution for chicken, tilak's sandwiches, and commenting over pradeep (our cook) cookings, sambit passion for pony tail, ranji's stay in bangalore, scoldings from all when I used to talk on cell for long, those sardar jokes, getting up at 3 o clock and pushing to NANDI Hills on bike,103 abhishek apartment 1st block, 302 kristal sunstone apartments, Passing time in forum, hunting for jeans, that 500Rs Pool,Havards 5000 ,Kunalz prepration for GRE, Planning long trips which never got materialised, Pizza hut, Double chicken double egg roll, karizma. I dont know where we all will be after some years, must be my parents will look a girl for me and ask me to marry her and I wont have any say rather than noding my head saying yes Mumma Papa... At that time , when ever i will stick to some cheap Govinda hindi movie , i will miss my alter egos how we all used to grin together; when ever i will visit kitchen , i will miss how me and samy used to try oursleves on flame for different flavor of tea; when ever i will prepare omlette, how these used to pass me various comments; when ever i will come from office, i will miss how we all used to sit together and dine ; at that time no one will be there to ask me "Topper when are you coming back today evening, becoz cook is coming at 6:30 , so come fast"; no one will be there to relish my getures; no one will be there to ask me which girl this week; who will ask me hows your date , she again did ..Ahem ahem;to whom i will tease at that time; to whom i will say - pay on my behalf and we will adjust later; i can't forget BT esp in morning ........

All i add here that guys( You know whom i am refering) its not I am writing this for you, as today only i felt like writing so could not stop myself.... sorry if i hurt you ....

Also i remember only two times when i cried like hell, one- when my dad was taking me to nursery class , and second when i left BITS, i cant even cross my fingers for not experiencing third time i know it will happen but I will miss you all badly.......

Love from topper

My Other 50 Secret

Its not a request but a threat from B Boys ( Atul, Puneet, Kunal, Sambit, Tilak) for not writing my rest of secrets. If I publish those here, then i have to face serious consequences from my Flat mates....

From Abhi

Escape from blind hairpin bend!!!

Huhh......

I was driving Red Ford Icon, JKO2 ****, on the way to McLodgeGang(HP). While driving I asked my cousin to pass me some nice CDs. I have not heard so crystal clear and punchy sound except in BOSE showroom Delhi... I was so engrossed in the music as it was driving me really crazy and my right foot was compressing the accelerator hard. Totally hilly terrain, my cousin was talking some shyts. I was not even lending my ears to his talks, I don't know where my mind was, and i crossed one narrow , long, woody bridge in fraction and after crossing I slowed down a bit , saw the speedometer reading it was 95KM/hr. It suddenly occurred to me that must have crossed that bridge with more than 100km/hr. I prepared my mind that I wont exceed more than 60Km/hr then . But that music system really taking my breaths away, and I was loosing control over my right foot. While my cousin was blabbering something and very few words entered into my brain and my brain recognized those words as "DEATH"...... I don’t know what had happened to me, I was thinking "what happens if I take this car into deep gorge?" this thought kept on revolving around my brain for few mins. I was unable to see, unable to hear anything.... Totally senseless and was holding wheel of LIFE at that time... I don’t know if I would have turned steering wheel even some cms to left, I would have not got the chance to write this post........ It never ever happened to me except that day, I have been driving 4 wheeler since my 6th std, and even that road was very familiar to me , sixth time I was plying on that road....... The only thing I witnessed and my cousin claimed " My face has gone red and I was kept on accelerating the car, and he was constantly screaming over me slow down , slow down, but I did not ….. I got vision only when a blind hair pin bend came to my way and me fool was overtaking a load career there.... Immediately I accelerated and stopped the car... When I turned to my left and saw my cousin face, he was almost horripilate…... And he was asking me what had happened to me, I told him myself don’t know, as I haven't got any clue what’s wrong from the past 10 min.... When I told him that I am driving blindly from the past few min, he got raised from his seat and asked me to leave the driver seat.... I came out of the car, and was narrating him about my situation..... He offered me water and we both sat on a rock, and he kept on asking me what’s wrong with me.... I don’t have any answer, all I can recollect that after "what happens if I take this car into deep gorge?” thought I got vision only when I was overtaking.... I am still trying to figure out what had happened to me on that day....
But in vain....... Sorry guys no answer......

My proffession

While perusing mine undergraduate degree in CS majors, I used to opine "what’s the life of a software guy, working in a big MNC!!!". Really had very high hopes over that image. But all expectations finally shattered in quagmire, when i myself got the designation of a" Software Engineer". Really someone has said the truth "don’t ever make the house of cards, it takes hell lots of patience to construct and takes seconds for demolition and finally leaves you in predicaments "Huhhh.. I am going through same phase, which is inexplicable..... As never thought that what ever scheduling algorithms i have studied in my Operating systems course , does First Come First Served, Round Robin, Shortest job first, with time stamp, ever strike me before coding, never... Those combinational and sequential circuits seem to be very exciting on bread board... But till date i have not seen those gates any where other than digital electronics lab. Many times i used to ransack my cpu interiors with a thought that at least I would recognize one IC on which I had worked, but sorry to say not even one... Then whom I should blame mine curriculum or myself. What ever courses I read in mine engineering will it really help me in mine professional life? I don’t have any idea.... Mine college time was a golden period, as I used to do only those assignments which I liked... How cool it used to be naah.. Previously it was #include"stdio.h" but now the headers have changed drastically the string length of mine headers are only 80 characters... Now imagine the situation... Ahem Ahem.. Oh Jesus please save me..... It has been long since i have declared int i, in mine professional coding.... The identifiers length are quite enough to scare a fresh graduate.. Fresh graduate will die for help after seeing those unending braces of loops and nesting of structures... Huhh...... Uff check out the plight I used once #define GANGULY O so that i could remember where i was getting the zero value in the code. (huhhh )...
Here I keep on jumping from one tree to other tree, with a thought of trying to reduce the time for others to traverse. But it never happened, in code reviews I have to use all those CS jargons especially Compiler walle to speak not high volume of my self but to prove how strong is mine college curriculum… That compiler monster that ruined not only me but also some of mine very close friends (their identity I won’t disclose here). Those finite state machines where I used to revolve in mine College now have gone into thin air… Those big endian and little endian methods have almost evaporated from mine brain cells, and suddenly those endian brothers stroke me once, i was constantly gazing at mine desktop where and how does these make any difference, why these brothers share the same surname but behave so drastically. I gave it for search in Google but unfortunately drained my entire day in searching. And had to stay in office to meet mine deadline…Many times I thought of developing something from the scratch, but it already has developed by some one. Oh Poor me, I opine that all the what ever development has done so far it came only from Tanenbaum, Larry Page and Sergey Brin, Linus Trovold, Donald Knuth, Denis Ritchie, Jeff Bezos, Bhatia,Keval and many more. Some times I think am I really in development!!!!! Now days , its not development but Software maintenance, it’s not only with me but with almost every Software Guy in his respective company. Level of frustration is increasing day by day, as in this profession I feel no one is happy despite the fact where ever he is… Software guy is beset by insatiable appetite, and this can be varied from one MNC to other MNC. Some brooks money, some claims I don’t like to work on database and Java, some demands attention which cant be gained in big organizations, some needs onsite opportunities, Some says I need name, some says I cant travel so much every day, some claims that mine PL squeezes mine blood, some says I have no work, some have legitimate and some have illegitimate hazar reasons. And the list of excuses goes on and on…. One has said very truly, we get swayed away by the crowd very easily, and those who go against them are thrown against the wall, and our world is the witness that only they have created the history………

Golden Days

Elapsing four years in a village name Pilani and finally honored with the degree in CS majors wow great na.... I used to think that what I did in BITS Pilani, it remained mystery for me over the years. But that mystery got resolved when it was the time for me to bid final adieu to mine Alma mater "BITS Pilani", and mine darling of darling wingies.... I was a bubbly teenager when i landed in BITS, some of us even dont know how to use the razor, some were quiet matured enough to throng lectures over others, which many times I used to relish......Who thought that a every Mumma's boy finally got the epithet "Lord Of the Rings" to his name. There were times when we all B Boys(Mine Gang) used to freak out in OASIS, and got envious of outside college love birds, one of the navaabs from Lucknow used to claim with in quotes "abe yaar kaash maine St Stephen Join Kiya Hota.... Aish to kii hoti...." This is life we have to live, excuses always reside ..... Every one had its own reason for disliking this place..Including me i ran three times in 4 and half months span in mine first year... And every time i had to hear long lectures from mine dad... Ahem Ahem... Did any one forget that wing cricket , MechSol tests, seeking nitish and sambit before any tests for solutions, that fight over ego, Arora's Sixes, atul'z yorkers, puneetz catches, kunlaz keeping, and tilakz Mimicry, those leg pulling session, birthday bumps, that late night anc sessions and discussing nothing but shyt, shankar wing, Kapoor's singapore fried rice, arora's window pane that i broke and in consequence of that i could not write Repre compree, Atul gupta who ruined SV mess, VK wing, that bhosodiumsulphate, those night outs for grover, milds, DS, samchat, Diablo II, cricket 2002, cueclub that trivality, that bread board, guruz viva and he claimed you have to face serious consequences in this course, that calculator Paint brush Word Pad, three missionary and three cannibals problem, ranjis gatecalls, midway, Palam Singh egg fried rice, that DBMS Ass, and PLCC monster, and that ruthless Booting program, that cache that me , tilak and kunal designed in 30 minutes for ACO, that pauperizing session, korulaz olympus, those beer session in chilly gusty winter nights, that bardrinath baba, daru sessions, breaking the window of one poor little guy in late night, French bid, Signatures, finally filling the scarp books, 29th april 2004 night, and that final hug when we all apart ... this i call life, this i call heaven, this i call BITS Pilani...... I still remember the time when I used to curse the place to the core, but I have not even thought that after leaving mine alma mater, i would hang the print out that contains mine college building. That' s nothign but BITS Pilani..... People say that i forget friends very easliy... But I never treat mine old friends as old clothes , throw it when it does not fit you, I treat them as a wine, the longer it grows the more it gives the kick.......