Super Woman Returns August 1, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in Life is beautiful.11 comments
It was raining, raining and raining for three days in a row. I was sitting alone on the bamboo arm chair, getting some warmth from a cup of hot chocolate Horlicks. Each sip was taking me to the nostalgic past, the past which I never mulled.
People give their first salary to their mother but I gave it to her. She is my best friend for two years now. I doubt if a human can selflessly help another the way she has helped me. She cleared all test of time. She was with me when I was on crossroads of my career, she was with me when my only crush got married, she was with me when I could find nobody to go for that stupid movie, and she is still with me when I am all alone feeling cut from my dear ones. She has never ever asked me for any returns and I always took her for granted.
YES!! you guessed it right. She is my darling bike, my HERO HONDA PASSION.
My Horlicks was over and I decided to take her out for the movie “Super Man Returns“.While she soaked in rain, a thought came to my mind that why does her main rival (read Bajaj Pulsar) feels proud in calling itself “Definitely Male”.
Even more surprising is the attitude of modern male who like to ride on ahem ahem..Another Male???? But then this is Kalyug. One cannot deny the weirdest possibility.
I however prefer her. A true female.
Not strong as her male rival but she has three noticeable features which sets her apart. She is trustworthy, levelheaded and a true friend for long term. Her marketers however put some unwanted technicalities and call these feministic qualities as Zero Maintenance, Great Balance and Higher Mileage. May be they need some rethinking.
As always she again took pains for me, jumped the potholes,beat the trafic but finally took me safely to the Multiplex. I had no hassle in obtaining ticket(thanks to rains).But I was certainly late for the show. I was free after sooooo many days and had no intensions to miss even a single minute of movie. I ran and took my seat just on time.Some excitement of 3-D goggles was also there. One and a half hour later, The Super Man was flying everywhere to save innocents and to kill the evils. The 3D effect was pretty good as well. In one of the scenes a huge ocean wave came and almost hit my face. Then came another, then another and then another. But when the fifth wave came, I had to leave my seat. No.., not because I was scared but because I remembered that in a hurry I left my sweet heart on the road-side. I recalled it was a NO PARKING zone.
Do HELL with Super Man and his world saving flight!!! Where is my bike????
I ran and ran and ran but she was no where. The road which was very quite earlier was now clogged with cars, trucks, girlfriends, boyfriends, humans, dogs, policemen and what not, but she was not to be seen. I almost felt like crying, It was all my mistake. How can I do this to her.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…a truck(fitted with a huge crane) was making ugly sounds adding to my agony. I was about to shout at the driver and there I saw. The number plate was not visible from this distance but her bodyline was so familiar to me. It was definitely her, in the huge jaws of crane. Another 500M run was required to reach The Traffic Police Inspector. Rs. 200 fine was all I had to pay and he set her free.
She was still the same. Looking un-complainingly to me. I hugged her, kissed her and loved her like never before. AND WHY NOT????
My Super Woman was back to me.
WEB 2.0 July 27, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in Thoda Tech ho jaye.8 comments
According to O’Reilly there are 20 million citation of WEB 2.0 on google.Now Prashn Ye hai ki Why I am writing about it the 20,000,001 st time???… Because my flight to Delhi got delayed due to bad weather and I wanted to write something to overcome the fear of journey ahead.
Now the second question you may ask is why the person who has no relation with Web Designing writing about Web2.0. I am writing because Web2.0 fascinates me, not as a developer but as a user. We all feel there is a subtle change in the way internet has behaved after the 2001 bubble burst.If you don’t agree with me than think of names like Orkut,Gmail, Amazon, Blogger/Blogspot, flicker, eBay, Wikipedia, Napster,Google Map,Google Earth, Google Video,Double Click etc etc etc etc.Those who are technical may like to hear words like AJAX,RSS,ATOM,DashBoard,Flash and blah blah blah.
My biggest motivation to move from rediffmail to gmail was the message “Sorry,Your login failed!!!”.As my blog name suggests I have a good habbit of forgetting almost every thing in life, this obviously includes my passwords.Almost 9 out of 10 times I would type a wrong username or password and rediff(even today) will take ages and then return with an impolite page saying Sorry,Your login failed!!!.Now gmail also gives me the same message but in a flash of a second and on the very same page.
Gmail is tailor made for forgetful people like me.There is a kool mail dropdown list.I can mail,chat,maintain my budget sheet,save my google search,read news,get weather update and even (un)manage my dates with girl friends on google calendar 
.Look at Google AdSense.Now there are no huge un-necessary Naukari.com pop ups when I open my mails but fairly intelligently placed ads which depends on the kind of mails I am sending/receiving.Some of them are so close that I actually click them!!!.
When I use Gmail I don’t have to refresh my inbox, or press send/Recieve Button every second to check if some one has commented on my blog.Google does it for me.It uses AJAX(If you are a History lover it not at all related to the one you know from Greek mythology) a technology which divides several internet applications in independent asynchronous tasks.This means that when my chat session,AdSense,calender,and other stuff are still uploading,I can see my inbox and even send mails without having to wait for any usless stuff.
OK now enough of gmail Gun-gan we all know it.Lets talk about RSS or ATOM feeds.
Feed is a way of informing that a perticular website has been updated without actually visiting that site.This meant that when Govt Of India banned Blogger I could easily read posts of my loved one’s thru feeds. I don’t know if you guys(ok girls also) have come across with a site called reddit.It uses RSS feeds to publish news.One don’t have to visit BBC,CNN,FoX News etc etc to get updated,feeds from all news sites are shown at a single place.Doing this it also saves lot of bandwidth for the actual news website.
I will now give a simple but effective example showing utility of feeds.First type “Girls” in google and you will see it comes up with links on Suicide Girls,Girls Human Rights, Guerrilla Girls[..ehhh scary ] etc etc but when you type “Girls” on a feed based search engine it may come up with results like “How to friend a girl in 20 days”.I think the later would make much sense to you as probably it was most read article on girls..One may think why all of a sudden microsoft is scared of these mext generation companies.Microsoft’s market is different and is generally focussed on desktop application.But see as the internet speed increases, there would be no need of desktop, all those stuff that we do today on desktop would eventually move on the net.Clearly a warning bell for microsoft.
All this leads to one conclusion that while technology has taken one step, business has taken ten.The entire world is shaken today not because of numorous technologies, but because of the innovative ways these technologies have been used.Web2.0 thus cannot be just a set of technologies..
Then WHAT THE HELL IS IT??
People have different opinions.I think it is an idea which was left on itself to evolve. People from all corners of the world come and contribute to this idea.The ordinary user which was a mock observer a couple of year back is an active participator today. It is the user and not the provider of technology who changes the world.Don’t agree then see some of the individual blogs.They are drawing more people than many official web-sites present on www. Humor,Gyan, love, philosophy or “How to become a terrorist” you will find everything in blog world.
I also feel more attached to people when i read their posts regularly and I am sure those who read my posts may know me better than even my parents.
Take Wikipedia for another example.Any body can put any rubbish in it and no body will stop.Few days back I put my name in several avatars of Lord Vishnu.But still it is one one of the most widly used online encycopedea? Why??? because of some fundoo technology..NOOOOO.It simply runs as there are more people to put correct information than those who create nuisance.Today When I checked Wikipedia my name was removed from Avatars of Vishnu.(click here to see yourself).Somebody must have corrected it.Good people always outnumber bad but we simply don’t agree.
There are lots to say but I think I should move to airport before my bad luck strikes me again.
“Software Development is an Art, people take is as science and continue to hate it”
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Fun lovers: Sorry to bore you with a bad post,Just gimme three days, I will return from delhi and i will come up with a regular post
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Technical Purists: I have already admitted that Web Services is “Maya” for me.Please don’t mind if I have gone wrong somewhere.Your insights are very welcome
Time for a Break July 2, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in Uncategorized.7 comments
Dear Friends, Readers and Passerbys,
Due to some unavoidable reasons I am taking a one month break from blogging.
However I would continue to read good posts and if you have posted something new plz plz plz do let me know.I would surely visit and comment.If you are first timer you may find interest in my earlier posts.If you get frustrated reading some shitty stuff from me you may visit some of the Blog Links I have on the right.The guys are amazing with some truely truely tremendous posts.
See U all on 1st of August
Signing Off
Romantic Quotient June 30, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in Love & Relationships.8 comments
It was considered revolutionary discovery when Daniel Goleman came up with his work on Human emotions and gave the term “Emotional Quotient” to the world. I am not sure if there is something like “Romantic Quotient” formally exists, but I came to know of its presence when a call came couple of hours before I started writing this post. Here is the brief up for you
“Hi! How was the week”
“Fine.. as usual all working”
“You really enjoy your job. Isn’t it?”
“Ya..I love it”
“Between congrats on completing 2 years of professional life”
“What’s the date today???.oh 30th June.. Thank you so much. It feels good to have come so far.Real nice of you to remember”
“So. How have you evolved for good in these two years?”
“Hmm..All confusions are over.. I exactly know what I want out of life..
There is a perfect sync between organizational and personal goals. Moreover I can see my future.”
“I don’t get a damn of what u said but it sounds good. So any plans for higher studies???”
“If by studies you mean getting another degree or going to Uncle Sam’s country then answer is NO”
“How are you finding Hyderabad?”
“Hyd is Wonderful. I have seen very little though..But why sooo many questions”
“Do you drink or smoke?”
“No. I am on planet nine without them”
“Do you have a GF?”
“Oh my god!! What has happened to you. You are sounding like some internet chat freak. I don’t have any GF and I no more want to answer your questions”
“What’s your salary”
“Another stupid question?.. you know it already”
“I want it exact and It is not a stupid question..”
“OK.. X Rs/anum”
“Hmm.. sounds decent for two”
“TWO??Why two?..ok ok.. that way its decent even for three. Both you and mom can quit your job. We’ll have fun here in Hyd”
“What a dumb son I have produced.. Anyways there is a girl from a cultured family. Her father is our family friend.She works in Infy Hyd and I want you to see her and form your opinion”
Even before he finished the sentence, I could see droplets of sweat falling down my forehead. It felt like somebody has hit me with a base ball bat right on the nose. My mouth went dry and tongue got fixed to palate. The only organ capable of making some sound was my heart, which was beating as if Forrest Gump was playing ping pong with it. I felt cheated. Dad deliberately set it up all.The trap was just perfect.No logic I could have cooked up in that situation.My own medicine was given to me and it felt bitter.
Phone rang again, which made me realize I had cut the previous call in between. I picked up to entertain a huge laugh, which was everything but pleasing…It was my Dad again. He played a joke with me.
The joke took all the air out of me but I thank Dad for doing this.
I am so unprepared for marriage that even if the hottest babe of town comes and proposes me I may have to say no. Marriage may give me the most beautiful relationship in the world but I have planned nothing for it. Not that I consider marriage as a hindrance in professional growth, in fact I would like to share my success and failures with my partner but there are things other than money, stability and character integrity which are important.
School, college, and now in job..23.5 years of pure male company has made me a lil misfit in female fraternity.Last time a girl showed me sunset behind clouds I ended up comparing it with the dim Street Lamp needing municipality attention. The last present I gave to a girl was a Deo and the last date I went with a girl, I ended up discussing MBA vs. Tech. In a nut shell my romantic quotient is close to zero.
Hindi movies, Hyderabad Traffic and Indian girls have one thing in common. There is no logic to deal them.
Dad gave me an year and a half to go and find a girl for myself…Now this seems unlikely in view of the poor female/male ratio of the country. Moreover John F Nash’sGame Theory(Remember A Beautiful Mind ) doesn’t seem to work with modern day girls.So I came up with the other two likely options
1.Earn enough for dowry. OR
2.Change Myself.
Since Times Of India hasn’t come up with the prevalent dowry rates for females, I can’t plan for it. Moreover option two though difficult seem to have long term benefits.Change is something I have always liked.
I have not yet charted the whole plan yet, but I would like to start with waking up 4 in the morning and wash my room…Girls love good hygiene.Rite?
Second thing of course would be developing interest in teddy bear. I have planned to gift a sweet..err chweeeeeet teddy next time I date any girl.
Next to follow are flowers…or should I keep it as first priority ..yea I it has to be first coz as of today I simply can’t imagine myself on my knees, proposing a girl with a lovely red rose in my hand. Though weird it may look but its any day 1000 time better than facing awkward interview sessions in case I go for arrange.
Sometimes back ppl suggested me reading “Gone with the Wind” to improve my Quotient.The book looked too thick and with such heavy emotional and sentimental content I would have any day prefered reading EJB Specifiaction over that.May be I should give a solid determined try now.
There are some more on the list. However cooking, if I master would be like icing on cake…How would it sound if I present my wife with a home made delicious cake on her first birthday after marriage.
HMMMMM…Now what do I do with my work. Girls don’t like guys who are too much in Tech. Not that I am now but certainly heading towards that…But my work is my identity. It is my passion. It is something which defines my state of happiness. I would die if its taken away from me. No matter what may come I can’t change that.
May be for this I would hope that some where some girl also receives a call from her dad
Lapomania June 15, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in useless gyan.13 comments
Dont scratch your head too hard if you cannot get the term “Lapomania”.I just coined it. It came out in a conversation with one of my college junior who is just done with his sophomore year .Guy was kindda confused over the N*N career options open for him. I gave him all the gyan I could, from my two year and three company old experience. I dont know if that was useful to him but It was certainly nostalgic talking to someone from my Alma Mater.
Knowing my technical interests he asked me this
HE:”Hey jitz! can you suggest me which Lappy should I buy?”
Lappy??Initially I thought— Was he refering to “lap dance” that some of my friends enjoyed in name of their MS in United States??.But before facing any embarassment I recalled..Lappy is just another slang for laptop.
ME:Don’t you have a PC already in your hostel room?
HE:I have,but I am kinda fascinated about new technologies.
ME: But why do you wanna have a laptop, when you already have a Computer?
HE:I think it should be an investment rather than a waste of money?
ME:Yah, I agree its a wonderful thing to have but only when you need all that portability.If you don’t, Desktop anyday outperform laptop.
HE:You are right,I thought I may need it in future so better have it now.
ME:Being an IIT Comp-Science grad you can any way have it in your first salary when you earn.Why waste Dad’s money dear?
HE: Hmm
Its always a good feeling to end a conversation in a way that leaves the other person in a happy state, so I din’t totally dissappoint him and suggested him few laptop models.
Its truely amazing to see how fast things have moved in technology world.Just two year back when in college we never had a mobile.Now guys are having laptops.Thats when I came up with the jargon “Lapomania”.
However I see people wasting money on technologies, that they don’t need or may need in far off future.
The other day I saw a class X kid sporting a PDA.Well..he may become a future CEO but what is he doing with a PDA now?
Its understandable for a photography crazy guy to have a 20 Mega Pixel camera but for a person who just wanna a post a couple of Kool pics in his orkut profile, its not just a waste of money but also an insult to technology itself.I need not to mention the routine seen of Mercedez Benz struck in Hyderabad Trafic.
Its always wonderful feeling to have the sexiest technologies with you.But at times they are complex,costly and are not easily upgradable.If something is not making your life easier, it may just not be the right thing for you.
Every body has his own life style and a right to enjoy the way he wants.But I always ask these question when I buy something
1.Do I need it?
2.Will it make my life more comfortable/easier?
3.Is it something I am really passionate about?
4.Is it something I am buying just coz my friends have it?
5.Is it something I am buying just coz my none of my friends have it?
May be at 23 I sound too old for the tech crazy Gen-X but ***o-Mania terms are just never ending.
Hari Om!! June 10, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in Life is beautiful.11 comments
Hari Om!!!This is how I was greeted by a 50 something bearded stranger when I landed in my home town after one year..Being used to “hey jitz” in office, it took me couple of seconds before I replied in all the enthu with “Hari Om”!!.
But the man who was wrapped in a dhoti said Hari Om once again..this time on a lil harsher note..His gaze was also not among the friendliest..I had no clue about his behaviour..may be I din’t greet him the right way.Exact reason I came to know much later.
Anyways my intestines were tearing apart in want of “Poha”.Though a fairly known snack in most part of country, its taste is quite different here.They don’t cook it over fire..only steam. Ujjaini Poha with topping of namkeen and freshly cut onion makes it just irresistable. Only after swallowing two plates I could decide upon my next move..It was to find a vehicle to go home.
Unlike the Hyderabad Auto-walas, their counterpart here are too lazy to ask a pessanger for a ride. I too was a not in a mood to please them.I was more interested in a special kind of transport which is used much widely here..Let me describe the vehicle first..She has three wheels like our Auto but a lot longer body.She features a perfectly shaped nose in front.Two round eye shaped head light on each side of nose just add to its sex appeal.One of these headlight almost always doesn’t work.In night it gives an impression as if some beauty peagent is giving you a wink..I am not sure how many accidents this wink has caused on the single lane city roads.
This locally engineered machine also challenged two major laws of physics.
1.Jules Law
2.Law of Entropy
Jule’s law as it could run equally well on all fuels with octane values in the range of 0-100.(kerosene being the most prefered choice though).
Law of Entropy because if required it can put in almost infinite number people inside it therby by decreasing the total entropy of the system.
Anyways I took one such vehicle and smoked my way towards home.On the way I could see that nothing has changed in the city.Bajaj Super still reigned supreeme on the streets.There are few bikes but the best part is none of the riders have their girl friends tightly couple with them on the back seat. I am not all that jealous but yeah it makes my life much much relieved.
The average age of people still seem to be 55 here.Temples are there on almost every 100 meters and I bet not a single god would ever be repeated.
The single major change in the city was that the only red light in the city was working now.
Finally my joy ride came to an end and I was dropped very near to my home.
And there I saw..”Sharma ji”.. our neighbour. He was comming back after his morning walk.I was a lil sceptical about Hari Om so I wished him Namashkar. He seemed to be pretty ok with it.When I asked him about his health, he told me that one more tanent has come to his house.The number of tenants in his house has always been direct reflection of his health.Some chit-chat and we reached home. I bid Sharma jii good bye and entered my lovely home.
Trust me when you go home after one year, you almost get flooded with complex technologies.Refrigerator,television,washing machine, microwave,juicer all comes under “WoW” kinda goods for me.Forget that.. I was even finding it great when I sat on Sofa and taking a lunch over dining table is a true luxory !!
I wonder, if I am ever given this big a house, only my toilet could be identified, for other rooms I may have to put lables on their doors for them to be classified as Drawing Room, Bed Room or Kitchen.
Going home and sleeping is like wasting the precious time, so didn’t waste much time and took my Dad and his Maruti 800 for a swing.When we reached the market and I was just about to get down again a middle aged man came to us and said “Hari Om”.
Remebering my morning incident I was in total confusion about what to do..Just then my Dad took out a one Rupee coin out of his pocket and put that in the guys hand.
My “Hari Om” confusion was over now..
/*As you know I am at my home now..so there may be blogs even on week days*/
Two days with Her June 3, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in Love & Relationships.13 comments
Few days back on a warm Thurday evening I got a short but unexpected call from her… News was that she is comming to Hyderabad on Friday Morning.No surprize could have made me more happier.I knew her since childhood but was to see her after a long long time.
However Mr Murphy and his laws couldn’t see me in a happy state for long.Friday morning when I was all set for station to receive her, I noticed that over this week all my clean clothings had made a rather silent move from my wardrobe to the washer bag.Usually this is not a major problem as with a little iron and some perfume even a used shirt does any kind of job faithfully…
But this time I was in trouble..all my five perfume bottles were lying empty and I had never bothered to buy a new one since the only girl in my office resigned.
There was no time for any last minute marketting adventure so I finally put some after shave lotion all over my shirt and managed to reach station just on time. In all the hush-bush I forgot the coach no she told, so when Vadodara-Hyderabad express arrived I was looking for her allover.Finally I saw her comming down from…can’t believe my eyes. AC I compartment???..When did she start spending money??
But I was so delighted to see her.As always she looked so pretty that day.
In a gesture to impress her I took all the luggage from her onto my strong shoulders.
ButJust a second later I knew that it was not the most intelligent move I had made..
Her stuff was damn heavy!!!..
Seeing me falling down under the weights she offered me some help.This certainly hurt my ego and somehow I got the strength to carry it all by myself to the nearest Auto.Having done the job successfully I was just flexing my biceps and actually feeling relieved on avoiding a major embarassment.But then the worst thing happened.. she came smiling to me…took out the wheels of the two huge suitecases and rolled them with one hand(may be two fingers) to the other side of Auto.
She was laughing all the way but I couldn’t speak a word till we reached home.
The night before I had already done all the house cleaning.So I was very sure there was not a single dust particle on the floor.But surprizingly she didn’t give any complement so in a way to draw one I started the conversation..
Me:“I stay busy in office so can’t keep the house clean”
She:“Yes I can see it, its all dirty”
Me: ” whaat?? It so clean.. you can even see you face in the floor. You just don’t know how to appreciate good work”
She:“Jitesh!! I am talking about the ceiling”
I looked up to find at least 50 spiders..practicing their “web-designing” skills on all corners of my room…Taking some breath I continued
Me:“Ohh this!!Actually I don’t use ceiling for any work..so I thought I should reserve it for the “underprevileged”..
She:“Anyways why is your computer table at the centre of the room??Coudn’t you find any corner??”
Me :“Because when at centre it is nearest from all corners”.
She:“You are living in a ‘20ftX 15ft’room Jitesh not a soccer ground”.. And keep your bed facing east.
There were enough embarassments for the day so I left for office.When I came back
..the geogrophy of my house was changed.Poor spiders never expected that change in government in home would remove there names from reserved catagory list..
Then she cooked the best food I had eaten in past one year..her hands had magic..even after noting down all the recipies I wonder why can’t I cook like her..
Next day being a saturday was a holiday. So I took her to the nearby Mall..This was probably the first time I was taking a women out for shopping.. purely unaware of the consiquences..5 hours and we didn’t purchase anything.Finally I took her to a Sari Shop. She heard from some where that Hyderabad is famous for a special silk sari called “Kanchipuram Pattu”. I thought since she know what she want, this adventure won’t take long.But to my surprize there were atleast 5000 variety of “Kanchipuram Pattu” silk sari ranging from my well..Rs3000 to Rs30000!!!.
I can’t help admiring the patience of the sales man who was not at all irritated at being asked to open every piece..He exactly new what women want..I also helped her in making choices and finally we were done with buying 2 Pattu and 1 Attaram Sari.
Sunday mostly we spent just talking..I was the listener on most occassion, but was enjoying each bit of it.In evening I took her for boating in Husain Sagar Lake and a dinner at PotPouri.
Next day when she was about to leave I also gifted her a pearl necklace.Surprisingly she was happy at my choice.(ofcourse I didnt tell her about gorgeous sales girls at the jewellery shop and how it was fun seeing them putting the necklace to help me make choice)
She was on a very short visit and had to go on Monday itself..But these few days are very special for me.
After all I am her creation.. and there is nothing like being with Mom.
Talking with Mr Google May 12, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in Thoda Tech ho jaye.6 comments
Though I was reading a lot about new Technologies in the past five months in Pramati, but my contribution to the organization was close to Null..Few days back I was asked to do something which I had never done before..The task was to make a Message Driven Bean talk to end user over XMPP protocol. In short making a Program which can talk to human on Yahoo Messenger!!...
When I was first told about the idea by Hrish..I thought its just one of those fancy ideas which would end up its own death. Moreover chosing “ME” for this work was like asking Glenn McGrath to open the innings against Shoeb Akhtar. Anyways since the idea looked fascinating to me I thought it would be fun working for it..And even if I fail Hrish (guy who made me)is there to save me out..And Rajiv(my role model) won’t kill me for my first failure.
Like always I trusted my best friend “www.google.com” for help..Who doesn’t like ready made solutions..I was trying all permutations of words on the google toolbar. And every time I hit the enter key.. Google, in its own polite way was telling me..
Idiot Jitesh!!everything is not free in this world. Write your own program!!!!!.
Little set back but the time spent on google was not all that waste. I came to know that Yahoo have its own protocol..For non techies Protocol is like a language which two software components use to communicate..Since one does not know the language in which yahoo messenger internally talks one can’t play arround with it..Yeah but “Google Talk” the new avatar from Google was using a industry standard protocol. Which meant that even if google talk is not installed on your machine ,you can still talk to a gmail user if you understand its protocol.(This protocol was XMPP, Extensible Messaging and Presense Protocol).
Initially I made a small Java program (not an Enterprize application which was desired)just ot check few things..But connection to google talk server was always refused..Two days wasted in just trying to establish connection!!!My excitement turned into dissappointment..But the idea went so much in my heart that
I tried the same thing from home..and Yeah it worked!!!..It was the firewall in my office which was preventing outside connection…The small success was a huge motivation.
After lot of failures and silly blunders..finally, with help from Hrish, the desired application was completed yesterday.We are going to display this in
JavaOne,to be held in California this 16th.
Its a demo program we made just to market the things our server can do nothing much. But I am still wondering about the possibilities….Imagine your bank can just register you gmail ID with their application and all you need to do is type statement in your Gtalk and you can see your account details..Similarly you can check your train reservation status, your mobile bill,doctors can even send medical reports for processing and get the result in flash, and so many stuff…and most important all just sitting over the user friendly “google talk”..It just that simple..
This was just a demonstration assignment, not something that Pramati would sell but this is my first contribution to Pramati..I am delighted that finally I am giving back to the company from where I learnt so much..
Before I end if you guys want to see a small Gtalk demo of an application running on Pramati Server on my machine, just leave a comment or ping me at jitesh.in@gmail.com
Simply Complex April 28, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in useless gyan.2 comments
Today I was reading an artical in a journal which started with a very interesing story.U must have heard it before but let me put it again..
“A man and his son are driving in a car. The car crashes into a tree, killing the father and seriously injuring his son. At the hospital, the boy needs to have surgery. Upon looking at the boy, the doctor says(telling the truth), “I cannot operate on him. He is my son.”"
How can this be??I mean the father is dead!!How can he come and operate!!..I scratched my head hard but only dandruff and dead hairs could come out..Initially I thought this is some freak but since it was in an IT Journal I decided against thinking weird..But at the same time I was not really liking the idea of seeing myself bald..so I looked at the explaination..
The answer was: The doctor is the boy’s mother..
How simple,unambiguous and logical the answer was but I just could not think of it..Actually the author later talked about simple solution to complex programming issues..A very good lesson to even tackle complex problems of life..
But I was in a different mood..I gave this to some of my intelligent friends…Before I proceed let me show you the kind of answers/questions i got in response
Response 1.Mmmm..Hey funtor…which car were they travelling???
Response 2.Hha Simple!!!The boy too would have died and they must have met in heaven.
Response 3.Which country they were in..I think in Mosambique a girl can sport two husbands.
Response 4.Faaltu time nahi hai..
Response 5.Son must be father of himself…
Since the responses were getting very ugly i refrained from further questioning.
I then changed the story a bit with two versions.. going something like this
1.A woman and her son were going in….
2.A woman and her daughter were going….
This time everybody came with prompt and correct answers..I was on verge of getting into some really interesting conclussions when I realised all my experiments were on guys…I am still wondering.. Will females also associate the profession of doctor with men??..If u guys come out with something else do let me know..
CheerZ!!
Theory of Assumption April 22, 2006
Posted by forgetfulfunctor in useless gyan.5 comments
I am sitting idle this saturday afternoon having already used every resource to entertain myself…
I just said to myself..funtor don’t sit idle..if nothing think something wierd..
The idea sounded pretty kool..I gave myself 5 minutes to think..
First window that popped up in my mind explorer was
“www.java.sun.com”…
Oh man…not again.. Why can’t you just leave your coding mania to office funtor!!!!
I refreshed again this time it was “about:blank”..It was a good relief but thats not what I wanted..
I applied myself a bit harder but no thought came out of my head..
(Strange na..when you sit over your shit-pot..you know how to apply force to get the result..but when it comes to thinking you just seem to lose that art of applying yourself…)
I needed a catalayst which could start my thought process..
Finally it came..
The catalyst was a Page 3 article of Hyderabad Times,lying over my CPU for ages..
In some interview a Telugu star has quoted
“Behind every successful man there is a woman”..
A pretty overused line but the line had a special word which was enough to instigate my idle gray matter..
Naahh..idiots!!!.. its was not woman..it was the word “successful”…
I asked myslf.. funtor are you successful??..A very prompt answer came in affirmative!!
Since I was determined to think..A page3 journalist in me questioned..
Why do you think you are successful Mr Funtor??Seems that in my unconscious mind I was already ready with the answer..
The answer lies in a theory…The Theory of Assumptions!!
Theory says that to be successful and happy you got to make few assumptions…
You always know that they are not true but just a make of your mind but still you got to make them..
Here are a few of them..
*When sb works harder than you,assume that he has less intellect..
*when you see a pretty girl, assume she is married..
*when u see a rich friend, assume its his father’s money
*when u see a genious, assume he is an exception..
*when u see u a long Mercedes, assume the city roads will remain narrow
*when u win an argument, assume u are logical
*when u lose, assume you have been sensible
*when u see a couple dating, assume they are wasters..
In short
All it takes to be successful is an Assumption
