tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68955422011-12-13T20:53:39.016-07:00A window to the realm of all confusions, solely in possesion of a speaking mind.Rinkuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586936728549690319noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895542.post-6030532955258783472008-01-02T18:17:00.000-07:002008-01-02T22:13:46.998-07:00

I recently got my T-Mobile Shadow and couldn't wait to start playing with it. There is so much you can do with it that I decided to open a separate blog discussing the various hacks you can perform on this device just by editing the registry. Check out http://shadowregistryhacks.blogspot.com.

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This is my second "successful" attempt at converting my laptop to a desktop. Well, the first one was clumsy. The fault was my wrong decision about the laptop motherboard size, which finally ended in a very conjusted setup inside a microATX case. This time I went for the Cooler Master Centurion 532 - a mid-tower cabinet. Lots of breathing space for the chips now!! I think I would provide a glimpse

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After getting my new MacBook, I came up with the idea of converting my old Inspiron 5160 to a desktop. Of course it was not a revolutionary idea and thinking so I started looking for ways others have done it. Unfortunately I could not find a proper pointer to go about it. After much "googling", I found the key. It seems much of the process can be accomplished by the help of these panel mount

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Art touched by evolution. It might sound like an intervention to the less-scoped artist, but nevertheless, its true. Evolutionary algorithms can create eye candy abstract art. A genetic programming framework evolves an expression (formula) which outputs color values for a given co-ordinate in the picture. Fitness is assigned to each such formula based on how aesthetically pleasing the picture

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For me, its that time of the year again when you feel a little bit older again. Interestingly, the colors of life have just started becoming vivid and vibrant. I can look around and say, "Kids these days!!!" In math, when you add one you take a step towards more uncertainity; in life, you just become certain about a few more things. Its my day today.

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VENA - A Non-Existent Virus.VENA is conceptually an evolutionary computer virus. It is similar in nature to the fictional G-Virus, first mentioned in Resident Evil 2. The G-Virus is caused by injection or ingestion of the virus and cannot pass infection on to other creatures through physical contact or injury. Instead, they create offspring by orally implanting small, parasitic organisms into a live

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This has certainly been my latest craving - playing the games from my kiddy old days. Gaming systems in those days were a lot slower (a couple of MHz) than the ones today, PS3s or the 360s. The best part about it, they can be easily emulated in our personal computers. I found KEGA Fusion while looking for a PC version of Contra, and there it was, the whole arsenal was revealed to me. Mario, PoP,

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The July/August edition of IEEE Potentials published an article "Obtaining that elusive Ph.D. - in every sense a marriage" by L.L. Fields. The article interistingly describes the subliminal relationship to their work that every Ph.D. student needs to commit to, and in a way this relationship turns out to be that of a marriage. Here is an excerpt from the article...."For example, you will find

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Few days back, I was talking to a senior person who happened to be an educated economist of the day. Amongst casual talk he opened my eyes to a new perspective to India's growing economy. Perhaps, his ideas are too obvious to be new, but nonetheless, I am sure not many people are good at seeing the trivial.India is the biggest democracy. It took India a hundred years of continuous struggle,

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Google probably knew the accurate meaning of an 'online society', before throwing in Orkut as another sweet cookie of the Internet revolution. Little was known though about the number of people who were waiting to get a taste of this cookie. Induced by the technical nature of today's social connections, Orkut witnessed an outbreak in the number of users over a very small span of time. The

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“Are you from Delhi?”“No, I am not. I am here to visit a friend of mine. Another two days of stay at the most.”“Okay. Do you know where New Friends’ Colony is?”“I haven’t been around much of Delhi, but I am sure I can find my way.”“Great! Let’s meet at the Barista over there, between 9 and 9-15 p.m. tonight.”“That suits me.”“But, how will I recognize you?”“Look for someone with a pair of glasses,

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So, here I am once again. After three days of an impatient hassle, I was finally able to recover the password. In fact, that would be incorrect to say. I had the username itself wrong. I know the previous entry is still incomplete, but I simply do not remember the details to complete it. It would remain a "never ending" story.WOW! Been more than a year now. Its amazing how I wanted to write

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San Diego Lindbergh International Airport. 21st December. 10:20 pm. The very first thing that caught my eyes was the broken (to be repaired) floor, with red marks all around. I was expecting something more elegant in a place like California. For me, who doesn't happen to be in a place like California, it does feel different. After all, Fort Collins is a just a small town with simple people,

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I don't know what took me so much of time to get back to my blog. Perhaps too busy to find a few minutes of pleasure time to attend to the Speaking Mind!!

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So, this is what people are crazy to be in. USA. Its been almost a week for me now. Fort Collins is a small town. Unlike what we get to see in movies - high rise buildings, overboarding traffic, car chases, superheroes - this place is quite calm and friendly. Its called one of the most liveable places in US and I can see why. People seem to be very friendly and crime rates are supposedly very

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...continued Time was ticking without interruption and people inside the bus started getting tensed about it. It was already dark and we were not even half way through our journey. At this pace it would take the whole night before we drive into Nagaon. The passengers were very unfriendly to the driver and kept screaming at him for bringing them down to this plight. They wanted him to overtake

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I am here at home trying to finish up with the last few social visits. The last one of the lot was to my "Maahi's" (Mom's sis) place. She has been married for more than ten years now and stays in a sub-urban village in Nagaon with her two sons. At this time of the year, most of Assam is submerged in water and travelling to Nagaon amidst this was an experience in itself. I was still at my uncle's

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Delhi, me and rainfall wraps-in into a perfect story. This may sound superstitious, but the first summer showers in Delhi comes forth the day I land in this place. It has happened more than twice in the past and it repeated yesterday as well. The auto-wala was cribbing all along the way from the railway station to the hotel, about the stinky weather that has made life hell for the people in here,

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7:15 a.m. We were at the American Consulate, wondering if it had opened as yet. Surprisingly, upon arrival, the security personel outside gave us an inquisitive look and called us to his side. He took a look at the web appointment letter and let us into a small room with a big luggage scanner on one side. Another security personel in there was busy going through the documents of the guy

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Often changes come in disguise. Without your knowing it rips open the truth in front of your bare eyes, and sooner than you can realize, the world around changes for good. Truth is bitter, because most of the time it defies you. Over time, all of us learn to accept our temporal senses, mould them as everyday facts and sooner or later they become a hardened conventionality - the truth. Until

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After the overdose of excitement at Manali, we were expecting a less tiresome journey back. The only flaw was that we didn’t know the way to make that happen. The bus to Chandigarh left at around 7 O’ clock in the evening. Before that, a strategically brilliant salesman kept the passengers on a note as he demonstrated his sale items - fruit juice extractors. The person was prepared with a well

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I had been to Ish's place today. Everything felt so different. There was a time when I used to sweat everytime I stood at their doorstep, my voice would tremble as I spoke (prefered silence rather). There was this barrier of formalities that kept me bounded all the while. Today, I went there not as a friend of their daughter, but as myself. "I tried". And I found, surpisingly though, that a long

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Certain things start happening late in life. Or may be, they need some kind of a thrusting force - a hospitable atmosphere - to get started. I have never felt the need to be close to Ish's family the way I feel now. As a matter of fact, I don't feel it as a need. I just want to. Inspite of knowing that it won't really serve any purpose, I want to stay close to these people. May be there're many

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Dad has become irritatingly impatient these days, all the time forcing his logic on us. At times, I find a laugh in the way he puts forward some of his opinions and conclusions. I wonder if its old age that makes a person loose his senses once in a while, or its just my dad. But, its a good way to spend my time in here.

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Being here always feels different, although I can no longer "smoke off" my freedom; or may be stealthily I can. I need to get started with my work before anything unforseen interferes with the schedule. The mind already feels trapped within the walls of conventionality. I don't think I would be able to live with this for long.

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Its finally time to bid farewell to Kgp. Packing has been a real pain. With some streaks of charity, the luggage has been heavily reduced. Besides, it seems these people are always on the lookout to ask for whatever they can lay their hands on. Surprisingly, what appears worthless to me (almost making its way to the junkyard), spice up their mind most. Once I noticed that, I changed the junkyard

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An untimely departure (for home) of one of our "soldiers" shrank the size of the group. Late night revitalization (??) kept us glued to the bed till 10 in the morning. We thought of walking down (and up) to Old Manali but didn't have much time to accomodate it in the schedule for the day. Besides, the unfortunate soldier wanted to browse the local market before being on conveyance. We strolled

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Plans got a bit messed up and we had to stay in Shimla for another day. Indecisiveness led from one point to the other and finally we had to take a paid tour for the rest of the trip. I am not too sure if it was a good move, but given the situation we were in, nothing else seemed more viable than that. The only worry was the 8 hour long drive we would have to take from Shimla to Manali. Things

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Surprisingly, we didn't feel so tired after a 24 hour train journey, a 4 hour venture in a small bus (the warm wind was too prepared to roast us), and then a comfortable 3 hour ride in a Sumo. It was such a relief escaping from the hot, sucking weather of Delhi. The weather shift went a bit rough on some of the guys. The place is picturesque, but I can't find anything special to mention about it.

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I am leaving for a trip up north to catch some cool breeze on the hill tops. Travelling is fun with friends, although the summer heat is just waiting to squeeze out that extra drop of adrenaline helping you bear it. Kgp has never felt this hot before; probably I was never here like this, running my hell out, trying to get things done at the nick of time. I have turned into a "eleventh hour"

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Kolkata has lived for a relatively long time now. Its slowly turning into a hot, humid and smoke-ridden city. Modernisation being the keyword for us today, high rise buildings are finally giving a tough competition to old heights, which sometime in the past had been Kolkata's pride (remains still??). I don't have much of an attachment to historical mansions or its preservation. This is rather

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He missed it again. He seems intrigued by the "try and try until you succeed" notion. I won't appreciate him for wasting all these years for something he has been repeatedly unable to secure. On second thoughts, when I think over the determination that has kept him clinging to such kind of a mental exertion for so long, it appears he's not ready to compromise for anything but the best. I am

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...I am in love. Forget it. Too hard a game for me to play. Is it really possible to stick to one single person the whole of your life? What about newer experiences that question your old beliefs? What about convincing yourself that there is no other factor of affinity? What about the aloofnees, the disagreement, the misapprehension, the retraction, time immemorial, incoherency, and what not?? Is

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Time to wrap things up in here. Strange enough, I came to this place hoping things would get started between me and Ish; surprisingly it did. I shall probably be leaving with the same expectations, although I know surprises do not come often. Its perhaps more than a fact that you do not remain important to others the same way forever. Priorities and mind set change now and then, sometimes sooner

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Desirous. I often get things wrong, only to realize the mistake sooner or later. I get things right, only to realize the fault. To see both sides of a tossing coin, unbiased if I should be precise, I think I need a better manifestation of myself. Why not dissever myself to conflicting natures so that I am always able to criticize what I might be appreciating from some other perspective? Will it

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So that's what they call a Grand Farewell Dinner. Easy come, easy go. No address, no sign-off; come over, eat up and go away. If grandeur is only about size then it was really a massive put up (felt like a giant Hall Mess), otherwise those people just knew that I was empty-bellied. Com'n, I do have the guts to shell a few bucks and arrange myself a meal! To top it all, sweat glands were on a high

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Just a few words on irony. How many times have you expected things to happen in a certain way, only to find later that your special moment was just a pass through breeze from time, blown straight at your face? With me it has recurred without count. An expectation is too dangerous an impulse to follow; addictive enough to push you to the heights of irrationality, and sometimes so massive that

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My love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her: For every season she hath dressings, fit, For winter, spring, and summer. No beauty she doth miss, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is, When all her robes are gone. With the summer heat creeping in once again, what better can a caring Romeo wish for his Juliet. Its not vulgarity or indecency that's critically

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A night of another ecllipse is over. God was at his aesthetic best and immensity was shruken down to the levels of dust; its quite difficult to believe sometimes that such a galactic object could be shadowed into darkness in such a short span of time. I was wondering if "existence" is really a meaningful term. There are certain things around my life without which it loses comprehensibility;

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I thought its time to give a mean to express my mind. What better a way could it be other than language. Lets see what comes by.

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