Passing thoughts....

The Whimsical Didi and the Shaheed Rail Minister

2012-03-16T00:37:00.002+05:30

These days Didi is giving Ekta Kapoor a tough competition. Especially what happened after this rail budget, news is giving us more entertainment than TV serials. But at this moment, let us pause a while and take a stock of each player’s gain and loss.

Dinesh Trivedi, Member of Parliament from Barrackpore, West Bengal, was little known in India just one year back. Then Didi made him the Railways minister. Still, like every other member in TMC, he was completely overshadowed by Didi. Now in general, that is exactly what happens in TMC. If you have listened to TMC leaders carefully, every sentence they speak contain "our leader Mamata Banerjee" in a mandatory fashion. Either you stay inside the shadow and do everything in the name of Didi or you face consequences like Trivedi. Not all persons can work in such a scenario where: “If you flatter, you get the chair/ if you not you face the fire”.

After this incident, Trivedi has suddenly become famous all over India. The publicity he has got is close to martyrdom. He himself compared him with Shaheed Bhagat Singh although I personally think that is a little too much. Nonetheless, most people for whom the fare increase is not so much of worry (I guess this will include many people in India) is praising him for the ‘progressive’ budget. At least what is seen in social media, he suddenly has become the hero who fought. Some even seeing a possible PM material in him (at least if you compare him with the muted PM we have now). I think Trivedi had already taken a mental step to go out of TMC. Otherwise he would not have the guts to directly say “You cannot run railways from Writers”. If you judge by the sentiment flowing in social media, if Trivedi quits TMC tomorrow and join any other damn party, he will win from any seat in India.

But alas! The social media is not India and vote cannot be won by a person alone. If you do not have a strong support from the party, there is very little chance that you would be able to do anything on your own. Maybe he didn’t think so far that Didi will raise a whip to all party members to vote against the fare rise. Trivedi is still a TMC MP, and technically bound to vote against himself! Otherwise he would have to resign. This is going to be the exact same scenario we saw a few years back; when then Lok Sabha speaker Mr. Somnath Chatterjee had to resign over the Indo-US Nuclear Deal.

Would Mr. Trivedi become irrelevant after this? Or he will rise as an bigger nationwide leader? Would he leave TMC and join some other party? After this incident, Trivedi has got a general acceptance in the mind of Indians; at least among internet using educated India. In this scenario, many party should be ready to take him once he leaves TMC. He might even join Congress but that would require Congress to sever ties with TMC. That is not a very distant possibility given heavy weight Congress leaders attending Akhilesh Yadav’s oath taking ceremony in UP.

Now Let us talk a little about our Didi. Since past few months, grievances started gathering in the minds of people (again, at least middle and upper-class educated people) over the activities of Didi. Take it her loose comments over Kolkata rapes, or suddenly commenting that bank can not seize farmer's land even if debt is not repayed or removing pass-fail from schools. Also many national matters like Tista water sharing pact, Lokpal Bill, FDI etc. were facing huge challenge from Didi and many people was not entirely happy with that. Now after this incident, most of these people started thinking that Didi has gone completely insane. Many people are suggesting that we should seriously send a psychiatrist or Bob Biswas (a character from the film Kahaani) to her Kalighat home. That’s another popular joke I copied from Facebook.

Now the people who know Didi’s politics, are not that astonished. Didi was always like this: authoritarian, autocratic, and whimsical. She has to decide everything ranging from whether India should allow FDI to what color should be painted on the roadside railings in Kolkata. She needs to understand that it is impossible to govern everything alone and at some point of time you need to delegate responsibilities to others and let them work independently. You cannot decide everything madam.

Now after this incident, most of the people are amused with the tamasha. Didi is giving so much entertainment to the nation that TV serials started losing TRP. The congress is probably seriously contemplating the possibility of getting rid of TMC. But why Didi did this? Why this Kolaveri Di(di)?

Satiating the power equation within TMC could be the reason. This message has reached to every member of TMC that in TMC, Didi and only Didi decides everything. Like what Mukul Roy, the next rail minister candidate said, that he is a party man (read Didi’s man) and does not have an independent opinion. In fact he cannot have unless he wants to be a second Trivedi. That Trivedi did not consult Didi before taking such a crucial decision could be one reason behind Didi’s rage.

What Didi seriously achieved in past few months was to be present in national media headlines constantly. Although mostly in a negative light, this presence will help Didi to be relevant in national politics. Another thing is, by opposing this fair hike, didi kept his populist “Maa-Maati-Maanush” image and would be able to portray herself as a leader who really cares for the common man in the upcoming Panchayat election. Didi has also kept her path clear so that she can protest the inflation and oil price hikes in future. Didi simply does not want gift CPM (main opposition in Bengal) a ready made issue. The actual suffering of people is hardly the case because Didi is still mum on the freight rate increase that took place in 1st March. Unlike passenger fares, freight increase affects people more because the price of daily commodities depend on that. Steel Authority of India Ltd (SAIL) has already increased prices by Rs 500-1,000 a ton on the back of the freight increase.

In this setting, many people are talking about another possibility. What if the whole thing is a staged drama by both Trivedi and Didi? Increasing rail fare was almost an unavoidable thing now. But how to do that without hampering Didi’s pro-poor (maa-maati-maanush) image? Now after sacrificing Trivedi this way, Didi will keep her image. Will negotiate and have a partial rollback of the increase. Fare will still increase but a little less than what is proposed and Didi will take the full credit of it. No issue will be gifted to opposition CPM before the upcoming Panchayat elections. For the time being, Trivedi will resign but stay with TMC. The image of Trivedi has already shined in middle and upper class India, and after a few days Trivedi will do a little apologize thing and Didi will give him another important post. This is a win-win situation after all.

Too Hot to Touch: Why branded products are so costly?

2011-11-08T19:20:00.001+05:30

It was an lazy afternoon in the weekend when the SMS came. A newly setup mall is giving huge 30-40% discounts on clothes. As freshers who just entered in the list of officegoers, we badly needed clothes. In student life we used a single Tshirt for a whole week. Used the same cloth for attending classes and while sleeping. But in office you do need to look decent.

Me and my friend Ajit got ready and we took an auto to reach the mall. The new mall was big. Really big with all leading brands present there. We came near the men section. We browsed through Lee, Levis, Wrangler, Spyker and even higher priced brands like Adidas, Reebok, Nike etc. Most of the jeans were priced around Rs. 2500 and none of the sandals were below Rs. 1500.

Picking up a random sandal my friend Ajit said to me, "See these sandals? Back at home I used to buy sandals from Sreeleathers or Khadims. They were priced around Rs. 300. And see these, none of these shoes are below 1500. I see no reasonable difference in quality."

I replied, "Brand boss, brand. If you want brands like Reebok, Adidas and Nike, you have to pay the price."

- "But why?" said Ajit. "If the price of the raw material is same, if the quality is same, the price should also match."

- "But the local brands are made by hand. Like I know a couple of families in my native place who sew clothes for some local brands at their homes. They are not permanent employees... they just work on a contract basis and also paid poorly. Whereas the big brands have their own factories across the globe. The people who make the products are full time permanent employees who are treated well, paid well."

- "No sir. Not always true. Just google a bit with 'Nike Adidas factory poor condition' and you will get it. There have been reports that many of the big brands like Nike and Adidas treat their workers poorly. Most of these brands have their factories in south east Asia; in countries like Indonesia and Vietnam. The reports say, the workers live in extreme poverty and face prosecution and physical assault. Both Nike and Reebok have been accused of using sweatshops for production."

- "What is a sweatshop?" I didn't have a clue. In response Ajit opened Wikipedia in his old Nokia and read aloud:

"The U.S. Government Accountability Office defines a sweatshop as an employer that violates more than one federal or state labor law governing minimum wage and overtime, child labor, industrial homework, occupational safety and health, worker’s compensation or industry regulation."

- "And yes," he continued, "the sweatshop controversy is long sticked with brands like Nike and Reebok. Often they spend a few bucks on the factories to stop the shouting media. But soon the fish comes out of the closet. Just google the word sweatshop along with your favourite brand and you will see it."

- "This is gross. I have to think twice before I buy my any Nike or Reebok products in future." I said.

- "Well, NO. Not at all." Ajit clarified. "I have nothing against Nike and Reebok in particular. I am just using the names just to explain easily. Infact, recently both the companies have taken affirmative actions to improve labor conditions. Which is good. Even my favourite jacket carries the Reebok logo. I am not saying anyting against any brand in perticular. Many other companies also try to save money by setting up factories in south-east Asia and with poor labor condition. I am just curious about why these branded sandals and jeans costs so much compared to the local ones. See, having big factories and full time employees is not the answer."

I still tried to justify, "Compared to the local ones, the brands need to support bigger supply chains. Their procedure is way too much complex than the local ones. This requires money. See, they have so many managers and executives."

Ajit snapped, "No company employs executives and managers to increase production cost. That's rediculus. They have the whole big system to decrease production cost. Not to increase it."

Giving up on the shoes, we came near the Jeans section. I picked up a Levis and noted the price tag area. Apart from the 2500 INR price, it listed the original manufacturer. Some Greatway Pvt. Ltd. at Ludhiana.

- "See? This trouser is manufactured by this local company. What Levis does is just marketing. In fact, this is true for most of the brands. They just contract with different local manufacturing facilities spread across the globe. Mostly they prefer countries like Vietnam, Indonesia and China, where it is illegal for workers to organize, and where wage rates are very low. All these companies are besically marketing companies who spends millions of dollars to make the brand. They make sure everybody recognizes the brand logo."

I nodded. What Ajit was saying does make sense. In all the price tags I could see the name of the company only under 'marketed by'.

Ajit continued, "And this explains the illogically high price of the branded merchandise as well. Persons like Sachin Tendulkar or Shahrukh Khan do not come cheap"

- "You mean all the money spent on TV ads are included in the MRP?"

- "Yes sir. And not only TV ads. Apart from the regular advertisement methods like TV, Radio and News Paper ads there are other ways like buying an IPL team, sponsoring F1 race or organizing musical festivals. You might be very amazed to see your favourite brand is bringing Shakira in town but be careful, this event might create an equally amazing hole in you pocket."

- "You mean to say, quality wise there is no difference between the branded ones and the local ones?" This is obviously not true. The branded ones definitely has better colors better designs.

- "I don't exactly say that. The brands can employ expensive designers which the local ones can not. They also have stricter quality control to keep their brand image intact. All I am saying is, even if I admit these factors, the branded products are priced way higher than they should have been. And this is because the price also include the marketing costs. As I said, persons like Sachin Tendulkar or Shahrukh Khan do not come cheap."

- "Then why people buy branded products? Among my friends, nobody wears a pice of cloth which is not branded." said I.

- "You have a very rich set of friends then. Anyway, this is exactly the advertisement campaigns are meant for. The companies do repeated ads, sponsor events, put up hoardings and this way establish their brands. So that, when you wear a Reebok shirt, anyone who looks at the shirt knows that you are wearing a Reebok shirt. Then they portray anybody who does not have the brand as a loser. As if girls are really going to come running to smell your armpit if you apply AXE deodorant. But believe it or not, by repeated advertising they actually make your subconscious believe these stuffs."

I know these situations. Now Ajit will go on alone and deliver a reasonable sized speech. I did not interrupt him. Ajit continued.

"And slowly, these brands become status symbols. Consider you case only. As all your friends wear branded t-shirts you can not see anything beyond that. Because of the advertisements, you will feel like a loser if you wear a shirt of a local brand. I visited a friend once. Even the eggs they eat is branded and carry holograms. This way, the marketing does not remain only the merchant's need any more. It becomes the need of the consumer also. As the money spent in marketing directly translates into brand image, you will not buy a shirt if the company does not spend a part of the price in advertisements. It's like, the consumer is requesting the merchant to charge him extra for the advertisements. Silly. But true."

"Then how does a new brand enters the market? I mean why doesn't a new brand comes which presents equally good product with far less price?" I asked.

"It is not easy. You, the consumer will not let it. To enter the market, it has to put an equal amount of money and effort in advertisements and also make the price at par with the leading brands. If the new brand costs any less, the consumers will typecast it as the cheap brand meant for losers."

"DJ&C for example" I mumbled. The TShirt I was wearing was of DJ&C a brand owened by the Future Group. While the quality of the TShirt was pretty good at much less price, it did not fit well with the Lee Coopers. It did felt like a loser.

"Don't take names. But yes. May be true. By the way, have you noticed how the same quality TShirt/Kurta is priced differently in Fashion@BIG Bazaar, Pantaloons and CENTRAL?"

"Yes." I said. I went to Pantaloons a few days ago and did not find any piece of cloth with price less than Rs 400. But at Big Bazaar there were good quality TShirts at Rs 250.

"This happens inspite of all three of the market chains is owened by Future Group. This is because different chain of super markets cater different market segments. The quality of the product does not determine the price; the pockets of the target consumers do."

I remembered an old joke on Mullah Nasruddin in which the king comes to buy an omlette from Mullah's shop. After eating when the king asks for the bill, Mullah charges Rs 1000 for one single omlette. Astonished, the king asks, "Why? Is the egg so rare in this place?". Mullah aptly replies, "No your majesty. Egg is not rare at all. Rare is a customer like the king". This is so true. Go buy a cup of coffee in any Cafe Coffee Day and you will know. But I didn't understand how buying overpriced coffee or t-shirts can be a status symbols.

Ajit sensed my amazement. "How marketing shapes and steers consumer need is worth another discussion. Have you ever bought a 1000 rupees stuff at 40% discount while the product actually costs 550? And the most interesting part is you didn't actually need that stuff. You just bought it because there were discounts. That's called anchoring. But we will continue talking later. Now I think we are hungry. Let's have some branded foods at KFC or McDonalds. I can only see these two restaurants around."

Few references on working conditions in the factories of Nike, Adidas etc:

http://www.oregonlive.com/business/oregonian/index.ssf?/base/news/121790850350380.xml&coll=7

http://www.stanford.edu/class/e297c/trade_environment/wheeling/hNike.html

http://www.commondreams.org/headlines02/0308-03.htm

http://www.oxfam.org.au/explore/workers-rights/Nike

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweatshop

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nike_sweatshops

http://www.ehow.com/about_5485125_Nike-sweatshops.html

Why I actually liked Ra.ONE

2011-11-07T18:21:00.001+05:30

Since the very release, Ra.ONE was getting extremely poor reviews among my friends. Multiple jokes were floating around in Facebook on SRK, Ra.ONE and the over enthusiastic promotions of the movie. I remember a classy one in which SRK is ready to do the dishes of a family if they agrees to watch Ra.ONE.

Yet I happened to be inside a multiplex to catch a noon show of Ra.ONE. I was not really expecting much out of the movie given the reviews I read. I went to the theater mainly because there were no alternatives. Watching Ra.ONE still seemed better than Himesh Reshammiya's latest Damadamm! or Hema Malini's Tell Me O Kkhuda (even with God being reinforced with a double K).

We opted for the 3D version of the film. The movie started with a good title sequence that made it clear that the 3D qualiy was not bad. Although as the movie progressed, most of the scenes in the movie looked 2D to me. :-/

Then the movie started. The opening scene was hilarious. First I thought this is the same SRK stupidity. But then I had a second thought and realized that scenes like this will set this film apart from a regular Hollywood style action film. I mean, if you want to watch a serious action movie go watch an English movie. This movie is an action film dipped in typical bollywood achaar. Like every other bollywood movie, it has songs, dance and melodrama. This makes the movie so Indian; so bollywood.

This movie is supposed to be a science fiction. The fiction part is typical bollywood melodrama. But I have no problems with it as I liked the way the movie did not try to follow Hollywood action movies. But about the science part, I have only one adjective: STUPID (with bold, capital and underline). The whole idea of blending of digital and real world seemed bogus. You do expect the sci-fi flicks a little bit less stupid. Like what logic can you give when a software bot uses mobile phone signals to bring a plastic statue to life? And then the plastic statues become the villain and the hero of the movie. What does the director think about his audience? Grass eating creatures?

Let me tell you the plot of the movie in brief here. The movie starts with Prateek, a video game addicted teenager who is inside a hilarious video game dream. Prateek's father is Shekhar who is himself a video game developer. Shekhar looks like kind of stupid yet noble fellow. (Like all movies, stupids are always noble). He is portrayed as a typical South Indian who eats noodles with white coconut chutney. Well, this is different. I was really bored seeing the same Punjabi and Bengali stereotypes in bollywood films. This film brings the South Indian. For a change.

Shekhar's recent project is on a new video game called Ra.ONE (pronounced as Raavan), named after the name of it's villain. The hero is G.ONE which is NOT pronouced as g-o-n-e gone. Did the film makers never think about what 'gone' means in English? I don't know. Whatever, G.ONE is pronounced as jeevan meaning life.

On the day of the game launch, the highly advanced AI of Ra.ONE starts to think on it's own and becomes conscious. When Prateek engages in a game against him, he vows to take revenge and then I don't know how, Ra.ONE comes out of the computer to a statue. Then it engages in a killing spree and even kills Shekhar. It then looks out for Prateek who plays under the screen name of Lucifer. And about time, Jenny, an employee at Shekhar's company, brings the G.ONE statue to life. Then a series of fights. Typical bollywood style belly scratching comedy, some melodramatic glycerin extracts and the final fight. That's all in it.

Then why did I like this film? Mainly because it resisted the urge to be like a Hollywood style action film and became a bollywood one. Jist don't categorize it as a science fiction or an action movie. Expect something in the line of Main Hoon Naa or Om Shanti Om and you will not be disappointed.

Baajlo Tomar Aalor Benu -- Mahishasurmardini and Us

2011-09-27T11:28:00.000+05:30

I can never sleep on the night before Mahalaya. Be it the never ending list of resolutions I take on this day or the recurring memories of past Durga Pujas or may be the incessant barks of the street dogs outside; something or the other never let me sleep on this perticular night of the year. But this year one reason superseded all the other reasons: I was going to miss the Durga Puja at Calcutta for the third consecutive year.

I slept for around two hours last night, woke up at 4 am, turned on my laptop and double clicked on Mahishasurmardini.mp3. If you haven’t passed your childhood in West Bengal, you can not possibly gauge the extreme nostalgia we feel with this one and a half hour long radio program. Mahishasurmardini, written by Bani Kumar, composed by Pankaj Kumar Mallick, with vocal inputs from legendary artists from the golden era of Bengali Music and of course narrated by Birendra Krishna Bhadra, that is somehow got mixed in our genes. The show started in way back 1930. Since then the radio show is broadcasted on channel A of All India Radio, Calcutta every Mahalaya, 4 am sharp. Earlier, the show was a live one but as time passed, All India Radio decided to have a recording instead. At that time, the present version was made which was later released in Audio Tapes/ CDs by Saregama HMV. In nearly every household of Bengal, the Chandipath by Birendra Krishna Bhadra is echoed… since time immemorial.

I remember those two years at IIT Bombay when we used to gather at the Main Ground at 4 am to listen to Mahishasurmardini together. As the sun would not rise in Mumbai till 6:30 am in October, 4 am was deep in the night’s darkness. But it was amazing to see how the darkness faded away with our collective enthusiasm. Such was our enthusiasm that we refused to play the piece using the mp3 file we had. Instead, we used an Internet Radio Sevice that relayed Calcutta-A signal from All India Radio all the way from Calcutta in real time. In the next year however, the online radio service was stopped in the following year and we had to use Washington Bangla Radio which I thing plays the mp3 anyways. Such was our enthusiasm that even some of our non-Bengali friends would come and join us to listen to the program. Big thanks to them. The only hiccup we faced was convincing the Main Ground Security what this bunch of 50 odd people was going to do in the main ground in the middle of the night. This year this event is being organised in Hostel 9 Mess instead of the Main Ground. Poor chaps… they will surely miss a lot.

Passing Thoughts

2011-09-17T16:24:00.001+05:30

Many things to talk about

The hilarious jokes floating around about Rahul Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi and the UPA government in Facebook these days
Train accidents that happen in every alternate week
Paoli Dam: has anybody seen it yet? I am paying the price of not having a personal internet connection
New place new job and new life... Well Puna as a place has it's pluses and minuses. Talking about weather, roads, greenery in one hand and the famous autowallas on the other hand.

But feeling too lazy

রাঙিয়ে দিয়ে যাও

2011-03-20T11:54:00.006+05:30

রাঙিয়ে দিয়ে যাও যাও যাও গো এবার যাবার আগে--
তোমার আপন রাগে, তোমার গোপন রাগে,
তোমার তরুণ হাসির অরুণ রাগে
অশ্রুজলের করুণ রাগে॥
রঙ যেন মোর মর্মে লাগে, আমার সকল কর্মে লাগে,
সন্ধ্যাদীপের আগায় লাগে, গভীর রাতের জাগায় লাগে॥
যাবার আগে যাও গো আমায় জাগিয়ে দিয়ে,
রক্তে তোমার চরণ-দোলা লাগিয়ে দিয়ে।
আঁধার নিশার বক্ষে যেমন তারা জাগে,
পাষাণগুহার কক্ষে নিঝর-ধারা জাগে,
মেঘের বুকে যেমন মেঘের মন্দ্র জাগে,
বিশ্ব-নাচের কেন্দ্রে যেমন ছন্দ জাগে,
তেমনি আমায় দোল দিয়ে যাও যাবার পথে আগিয়ে দিয়ে,
কাঁদন-বাঁধন ভাগিয়ে দিয়ে॥

বিচিত্র > ১৬

"দোহার"...

রাঙিয়ে দিয়ে যাও - ১

2011-03-18T19:30:00.000+05:30

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One More Time, One More Chance

2011-03-13T12:22:00.003+05:30

Yesterday night I saw a Japanese movie called "Five Centimeters per Second". It is a chain of short stories about two people in love but separated by distance. Really nice and touching piece of animation. I strongly recommend that you see it.

At the end, it had a song named "One More Time, One More Chance". This is a single from Japanese singer Masayoshi Yamazaki. I could not help reposting the lyrics in my blog post.

What else need I lose, before my heart will be forgiven?

What pain need I feel, before I can see you again?

One more time--I don't want the season to change

One more time--That time we spent joking together

I'm always searching, watching for a glimpse of you

On the opposite platform, in alleyway windows

Not that I could hope to find you there

If I could have any wish I would be with you now

There's nothing left that I won't do

I'd give everything just to hold you again

Anyone would do if I just wanted

To hold back my loneliness

But on a night like this

When the stars themselves seem like they might fall

I can't fool myself

One more time--I don't want the season to change

One more time--That time we spent joking together

I'm always searching, watching for your face

At intersections, in my dreams

Not that I could hope to find you there

Granted a miracle, I'd want to show you

A new morning, the person that I'm becoming

I'd finally tell you that I love you

I'm lost in memories of summer,

A pulse that fades to nothing

I'm always searching, watching for a glimpse of you

In the city at dawn, in Sakuragi-cho

Not that you would ever come here

There's nothing left that I won't do

I'd give everything I have just to hold you again

I'm always searching, watching for some part of you

In shops when I travel, in newspaper stories

Not that I could hope to find you there

Granted a miracle, I'd want to show you

A new morning, the person that I'm becoming

I'd finally tell you that I love you

I'm always searching, watching for your smile

At train crossings, waiting for the express to pass

Not that I could hope to find you there

If I could live over and over again, I would always go back to you

The most important thing of all

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Here is the version directly from the movie 5 centimeters per second.

Lyrics copied from: http://goo.gl/AWT8D

Help With Care - a 60 Seconds UNCUT Movie (and the making of it)

2011-03-10T10:08:00.005+05:30

For the annual post graduate cultural competition, PGCult2011, we prepared a 60 seconds uncut movie. Ok first let us see the movie, then we will talk about it.

The video had to be a single shot of no more than 60 seconds. No editing was allowed in between. Not even adding a sound track.

The shooting spot was beside the main road out side IIT Campus. We had a real shooting experience while filming the shot. It was just like what is portrayed in television or films when they show shooting. People were gathering all around us. We had to create a barricade so that they don't come inside the frame. People were really very helpful to us. We were really taken aback by the enthusiasm they showed. We have to say them a big thank you. Thank you all.

We had to face some real movie making constraints on the spot. Like, we can not film a BEST bus without prior permission. We can not show the child getting the cigarette from a cigarette shop because selling cigarette to a minor is illegal. We had to do minor changes in the plot on the spot. That is why a tire shop sells cigarette in our movie.

Let us give the credits here. Our hero, Nilesh was a local boy and performed really well. DamC and Victor gave him full support. The main idea was from DamC which was further enhanced by Victor and others. Abhirup did a great job behind camera; just like a professional. Me, Debarghya, Gourab, Parmod did some plot refinements and crowd management. Here is a 14 seconds making-of video that shows us in action.

It was really an experience we can not forget. At the end when we were taking snaps with the people gathered there, we got touched by life. Without those pictures, this blog will be incomplete.

This is us with all the kids in the locality. But the cameraman Abhirup is missing...

Abhirup joins us in this snap.

Happy moments.

Me with the actors and our hero.

Crossing the pipes

2011-02-28T12:14:00.002+05:30

If you come up to the terrace of our hostel and look towards north, the first thing you will notice is a series of five parallel pipes. Those pipes lie just beside the wired fence of our hostel. Huge in size, those sky blue colored pipes carry water from Vihar lake and supply that to a huge portion of Mumbai population. Just behind those pipes there is this lively locality called Chancawalli.

Yes, it is the same place that reminded me of my hometown long ago. It is the same place where band parties practice each evening. It is the same place we visited for the Urus Festival. Although this place is just behind our hostel, to reach there the formal way is all the way around Powai lake. Why can't we just go there directly?

May be we can. Five of us started investigating. Finally we entered the beautifully kept and protected lawn of our hostel through a secret side passage. In a shabby and dark corner of this lavish green lawn there was the rabbit hole. We crept in.

And one by one, we were out. It was 6:30 in the evening. Fishermen in the Powai lake were packing up with fresh fishes in their collection. There was a narrow walking path running side by side insti fence. We went ahead. In five minutes we reached the pipes.

The pipes were huge; as tall as me. How to climb? We started walking forward. Then someone found the ladder to reach a manhole. We climbed up and started walking on the pipes towards Bhandup. I had seen localities jump from one pipe to another at ease. But for us it was unimaginable. Pipes were round and if by chance you slip, something or other in your body will break.

Night was falling in. Some part of our mind was telling us to go go back. We had heard people talking about this place. They say this is not a very safe place to be at night. All types of crimes are abundant. Although we saw no evidence, if someone kills you and throws between two pipes, nobody will find your body before next morning. Besides, we could not find any way to cross the pipes. And towards front as well as towards back, the pipes were endless. We came down at the next manhole.

But there was a portion of our brain, that kept telling us to move on and we did not stop. And after 10 minutes or so, we found a platform and a ladder. We went up and found that the platform joins the three of the pipes. But the fourth one had to be crossed some other way. Between the fourth and the fifth pipe, there is pipeline road. And I had seen an underpass to cross the fifth one. Hence, our final hurdle was this fourth pipe. We reached the third pipe using the platform and then again started going forward until we found a ladder in the fourth one. We dropped down and one by one climbed the ladder. Finally we were in the pipeline road. It was 8:00 pm in the night. And it was still not a safe place to be. We had decided not to go back in the same route. Hence the only way forward was through the pipeline road towards Renaissance Hotel.

The pipeline road ends near the entrance of NITIE. And there is a check post of Mumbai Corporation there. Should we really be here. We must have better excuses. Thankfully they did not ask anything from us. Finally we reached the spot of the Urus Festival, by foot.

And our journey continued. This time we took the road (public road this time) beside NITIE hostels and then Vihar Lake Road. When we looked down, we could see the locality beside Aarey Powai Road. Then we reached the bus depot. Just after the Bus Depot, there is the entrance of Vihar Lake.

Did we reach Vihar Lake? Wow! We could not believe this. But sadly enough, the entry to the park was restricted by the Mumbai Corporation. After all Vihar Lake supplies drinking water to a large portion of Mumbai. The guard stopped us. But we kept requesting. I don't know what worked finally, but after a lot of persuasion he allowed us to go inside on condition that we will not go beyond his eyesight.

Then we came face to face with the vast beauty. Vihar Lake at night. Deep jungles of Sanjay Gandhi National Park were in the opposite side. Evening breeze was curving patterns in the dark water. We stood still in the mesmerizing vastness for a long time. On the other side of where we were standing, there was a cliff and below there was jungle. Deep jungle.

We took a bus from the depot to come back.

Disclaimer: Although the places mentioned in this post is real, the event not necessarily. Trying to correlate this post with reality is simply a waste of time.

Mirch - Movie review

2011-02-20T14:56:00.005+05:30

While writing the review of this latest movie by Vinay Shukla, one word that comes in my mind first is: “weird”. This movie is really weird. It's a collection of four short stories that are loosely connected by a wannabe director who narrates his script to a probable producer and how they can identify themselves within the story. All the four stories share a common theme. It's about how women can fool men if they want and how they can cheat with the man knowing nothing. Well its woman who cheats in this movie and at times their tricks catches the Z-level. All the stories are simple yet catchy. Although at times the men look like more fool than they really are.

There are plenty of talented actors scattered in this movie. Rajpal Jadav, Prem Chopra, Shreyas Talpade, Boman Irani, Konkona Sensharma all are great. Especially Konkona and Boman – you look stupendous on screen. Really. And of course Sahana! Sahana Goswami is really a talented actress. Although I liked her performance in Rock On more, she really needs a mention here. Arunodoy Sing tries to act, but when compared to others, he performs rather badly. But the most charming performance was definitely by Illa Arun. Wow.... I love her accent.

Pitobash Tripathy can be seen in many key roles in this movie. I have to say, this man is going to create his own genre of acting in Hindi Cinema. He is in all the four short stories here and also in the outside connecting story. In the first one he is the friend of Rajpal Yadav, second story makes him the prime servant of the king, in the third one he actually plays himself: Pitobash and in the fourth one he is the room service person. For those who does not know, Pitobash Da is an engineer and we studied in the same college. He is three years senior to me. Wow... it does make me proud.

The editing of this movie did not look impressive to me. The sequences between the films (the outside/ connecting story) is often too long and boring. In fact, the connecting story only annoys ourself except one scene near the end of the film. I think it would be far better if the film would be presented as just a sequence of four stories. The outside story only bored me.

The music is far from being impressive. The lyrics written by Javed Akhtar Ji failed to put a dent on me probably because of the music. It's the same Kamasutra type music. Just bored me.

I would rate the movie in the bucket of Above Average or a BB. This translates to a 8 out of 10. It is definitely not in the league of Life in a Metro, Veja Fry, Rang De Basanti, Taare Zameen Par etc which the movie itself mentions. But it's not too bad either. At least this one is... what's the word... Hatke.

Eatables, Drinkables etc.

2011-02-14T17:03:00.003+05:30

This post is more like a teaser. A log. Or an index. Don't be confused.. I wrote this post because I was bored and had to kill some time. Do expect some weird grammar here...

After the Urus mela at Chansawalli, we went to Mahabaleswar. Cameras were unable to catch the beauty hence I am skipping the pics this time. But the trip was awesome (especially the chorus in the whole night bus travel energized with some doses of WM). The initialization of the next day was blocked for a while because the other group were taking bath. Can u imagine! They can not even skip it once. Contrast this with us. We skip bathing out of no reason. For example, I skipped bath today. The corn butter, the ice-gola were among the other things that are hard to forget. And did I forget to mention the STRAWBERRIES???

Then came Saraswati puja. To summerize, mesmerizing environment, a good cultural program, great Bengali food for two days and one visit to Sunny (BP this time, two stipends in one month has some externally observable signals).

Today is, well, so called St. Valentines day (who cares... real people can make each day one). Yesterday we had a full chicken dinner at Nirmal Lifestyle mall. Literally, a chicken dinner.

Saraswati puja 2011 at IIT Bombay

2011-02-10T15:03:00.000+05:30

Urus Mela at Chancawalli

2011-01-27T15:59:00.009+05:30

Urus (Urs) fesitval is presently going on at the Chand Shah Wali Baba Dargah at Chancawalli, Mumbai. Yes, it is the same Mela that can be seen just behind our hostel. The sounds of bollywood songs, dholaks and motorcycle stunts echo in the corridors each night. Two days ago we decided to visit there.

Although the Mela is within 500m Euclidean distance from our hostel, that direction is blocked by a pretty high barbed wire fence. Hence, we had to take the only route through the Main Gate and then surrounding the Powai lake. It took us 45 mins in Mumbai Jam and 50 rupees auto fare to reach the site.

And then we saw it. An extravaganza of life. Extraordinarily vivid and living gathering of thousands of people. Yes, the mela was big enough. With balloons to Motorcycle Stunts to roller-coasters and foods. The rates were cheap and fun was affordable. It took me back 10 years when small things in life gave me tremendous happiness. We shot at little balloons, rode a roller-coaster, tested our gambling fate with ring throwing (and we won Rs. 100 cash!). The mela looked a lot like the mela's I used to see in my childhood days.

Except of course, the food. Most of the food items I didn't even saw previously. We tested halwa-paratha where the parathas are 2 feet in diameter. We had greasy-spicy chicken roll dipped in pudina chutney.

Near the end of the Mela there was Chand Shah Wali Baba Dargah. In the adjoining ground Qawali performance was going on. This is the first time I saw any live Qawali performance.

People say pictures are worth thousands of words. Hence I will talk no more. Instead, let me present some of the moments of the gathering. Pictures are taken by my friends (Abhirup, Victor and me)

People and life -->

We rode this one -->

Roller-coasters -->

Little Balloons for shooting practice -->

One of the numerous food stalls -->

Colors and more colors -->

Chicken roll dipped in pudina chutney -->

The roll and moghlai shop -->

Halwa-parathas.. note the size of the parathas -->

And the decoration and colors of the halwa -->

The Qawali singers at the Dargah ground

These are we -->

DSpace at West Bengal State Central Library -- Digital Library for Bengali Books

2011-01-16T17:34:00.008+05:30

I recently came across:
http://dspace.wbpublibnet.gov.in/

This website contains catalog of numerous books in the public library in West Bengal. Many books that are obsolete now, or hard to get hands on, are there. But the most interesting part is: this website stores the SCANNED E-Book versions of the book that are freely downloadable. The website is also easily navigable.

I browsed the History section. This section contains more than 450 books on History specially History of Bengal. The other sections are also pretty rich.

আমি মারের সাগর পাড়ী দেব

2011-01-13T19:02:00.004+05:30

This song is the most motivating song that I heard recently, thanks to the serial Ganer Opare. I cannot suppress the urge of making another post on this song.

This songs talk about how the limited I will try and to reach the perfect I through the sea of hardship. The limited I have no fear now. The perfect I is separated from the limited I by a sea of hardship. The limited is determined to cross the sea with his limited resources because at the other side of the sea there is peace, there is solace. That is, when the limited I will cross the sea of hardship and reach the other end, he will be united with the perfect I. He will be perfect and will have peace. In the journey, the limited I is sure God will help him. All he needs to do is keep the journey on; fearlessly. When the day will end, the limited I knows, he will reach the shore. The days of hardship will be the offerings at the kind feet of the Godhead.

Bengali:
---------

আমি মারের সাগর পাড়ি দেব বিষম ঝড়ের বায়ে
আমার ভয়ভাঙা এই নায়ে ॥
মাভৈঃ বাণীর ভরসা নিয়ে ছেঁড়া পালে বুক ফুলিয়ে
তোমার ওই পারেতেই যাবে তরী ছায়াবটের ছায়ে ॥
পথ আমারে সেই দেখাবে যে আমারে চায়--
আমি অভয় মনে ছাড়ব তরী, এই শুধু মোর দায়।
দিন ফুরালে, জানি জানি, পৌঁছে ঘাটে দেব আনি
আমার দুঃখদিনের রক্তকমল তোমার করুণ পায়ে ॥

- রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর

পূজা, ১৯৯

Suchitra Mitra version

Ganer Opare version from youtube:

Movie Review: V for Vendetta

2011-01-13T18:48:00.002+05:30

When the end credit was rolling, I was wondering who might be behind this amazing motion picture. And then the names came. This kind of awesome screenplay can only be expected from Wachowsky Bros.

Behind every good movie there must be a great storyline. I have to say the story is powerful here. The movie is set in a future UK. America has fallen and UK is under the dictatorship of Sutler (John Hurt). A masked man suddenly appears and blasts off Old Bailey and threatens to demolish the parliament in exactly one year’s time. The government calls the masked man terrorist and tries to nab him but their attempts fail. In the process the masked man abducts a BTN television worker. I would not like to reveal anymore. Be sure, once started you would not be able to stop the movie.

This movie also has a clear message. In the fight of terrorism, how much are we ready to give up? We have already given up much of our privacy and freedom. We do not complain when we are checked again and again under metal detectors. We do not complain when random security guards check our body before entering any damn shopping mall. We do not complain when we are always being watched under n number of surveillance cameras. We do not complain when we are not allowed to even read certain types of literatures. Even in order to criticize Extreme Red don’t you need to first read it? What would we do, if in the name of national security the government wants to install cameras in the bedrooms also? What if the government wants total compliance in return of complete security? What is better? Anarchy or dictatorship and tyranny?

The end scroll of credits too has the impression of Wachowsky Bros. The music track is a nicely mixed composition of Dholaks, Pardesi-Pardesi and Churake dil mera; truly Wachowsky signature.

Image copied from MediaWiki foundation and is as per the Non-free media use rationale of Wikipedia.

হে ভৈরব শক্তি দাও

2011-01-12T22:38:00.007+05:30

This RNT song is one of the most motivational songs for me. In this song, the poet prays God to remove everything small in him. Every small, unworthy stuffs must be removed to make space for the grand.

A few months ago I heard the instrumental version of this song. Then I searched a lot in the web but could not get it. Then suddenly I got it one day from my DVD collection. The song starts with "সর্ব খর্বতারে দহে তব ক্রোধদাহ"

Lyrics:
--------
সর্ব খর্বতারে দহে তব ক্রোধদাহ-
হে ভৈরব, শক্তি দাও, ভক্ত-পানে চাহো ।।
দূর কর মহারুদ্র যাহা মুগ্ধ, যাহা ক্ষুদ্র-
মৃত্যুরে করিবে তুচ্ছ প্রাণের উত্সাহ ।।
দুঃখের মন্থনবেগে উঠিবে অমৃত,
শঙ্কা হতে রক্ষা পাবে যারা মৃত্যুভীত ।
তব দীপ্ত রৌদ্র তেজে নির্ঝরিয়া গলিবে যে
প্রস্তর শৃঙ্খলোমুক্ত ত্যাগের প্রবাহ ।।

I got a strange spam today

2010-08-31T21:58:00.005+05:30

Today, just a few minutest ago, I got this mail in my CSE inbox.

Obviously this is a spam. But something else made me curious. This mail says I need to contact someone called Frank. What is more interesting is, just the previous day, I was Googling a lot about FRank, a learning based ranking algorithm. Is this mere coincidence or there is something else?

Full day break

2010-08-27T16:07:00.004+05:30

Today I got an unexpected off day. Early in the morning my phone rang. I woke up, talked sweet for some time and then went to sleep again. Like all the other people in nearby rooms, I have caught cold too. So, going to sleep did not seemed to be an bad idea. I turned the alarm clock off... I was close to the alarm time anyway so I became over confident.

Overconfidence never pays. When I woke up again it was 10:55. I had a lecture from 11:00. At that point of time, I had two options:

Abandon all natural things you do when you wake up and RUSH to the school
Be natural! and abandon the lecture

Obviously I choose the second option. With toothbrush in my mouth I awakened up my computer. There was one email from another Prof. that audit people need not attend the afternoon quiz.

Voila!!! I had a full day break.

Setting up PHP within Apache Tomcat

2010-08-24T10:45:00.002+05:30

PHP by default comes with Apache web server. But when we tried using PHP at our server we faced problem. The reason was we already use Apache Tomcat and Tomcat already uses port 80.

We needed to install PHP within Tomcat. We needed one additional software: PHP Java Bridge for that.

We were lucky to see one nice tutorial on the web. It almost spoon-feeds.

First day Second Show

2010-06-29T22:56:00.007+05:30

From here let me take you one month back. After a tedious end semester examination we all were tired. In engineering end semesters are always tedious, as you hardly study throughout the semester and the whole load concentrates. So on the day of the last exam we decided to hang out.

We needed a place to go. First of all we made lots of debates and discussion. And as time passed in discussion and view - counter-views, the schedule of most of the movie halls became unsuitable. Except one, Hind. We decided to go there. Although the movie was not of choice for most of us.

The six of us went outside the college and weighted for the bus. Now, I have a theory in this. Whenever you weight for a bus say S-12, all the bus except that would pass you. So, it is no wonder that we saw two back to back S-9s and some of the rarest buses we never get in the days of requirement. After waiting for (say,) 30 minutes, we did some calculation. Suman pointed out if we share the taxi fare among six of us, then it is almost comparable to the bus fare. We agreed and took a taxi. It is no wonder that as soon as we got inside, an S-12 passed by.

The movie was Jhoom Barabar Jhoom (first day second show). Whoever have watched the movie knows how it is. It is one of the most Codopyrine movies i have ever seen. No story, no screen play, no acting and of course, no ticket to hollywood. Believe me, it is really hard to undergo Bobby Deol in the latter half of the movie. The songs were in the same category except Bol Na Halke Halke.

But none of us could possibly think of for what I would remember the day later on. That was the first day I suspected the entry of someone else in my life.

From here the post takes an acute angle turn.

We sat side by side in the movie hall. Could I concentrate on the movie fully? When we came out (all six of us, if people wants disambiguation) it was raining. We stopped for a roll. Egg roll mixed with Calcutta rain is a kind of irresistible taste. Now one after another the copy-book cliches started happening around me. We both became deserted near the foot-over bridge near Sealdah. It started raining heavily and we found there was only one umbrella (that too a small, fragile, sealdah market special). This was the beginning of a long story.

Creating Multiple Processes under Windows (repost)

2010-06-17T15:33:00.003+05:30

The following code illustrates how multiple processes can be spawned run in parallel under Windows. Here Windows API is used for system calls (like fork in Linux). The compiler I used is Microsoft Visual C++ 6.0.

There are three C source files:

Win32Process1.c for Win32Process1.exe
Win32Process2.c for Win32Process2.exe
Win32MulProc.c for Win32MulProc.exe

Win32Process1 & Win32Process2 are similar. They both print integers 0 onwards with a specific delay between two integers. The delay can be specified by command line. If no delay is specified in command line then they goes for default delay which is set to 500ms.

Win32MulProc creates and runs Win32Process1 & Win32Process2 as child processes. It uses CreateProcess API call. Win32MulProc also has a loop that prints integers as before with specific delay. The delays for all 3 processes can be set by command line like
> Win32MulProc 500 250 250

The three processes the main one, Win32Process1 and Win32Process2 runs simultaneously.

The main process waits until the children completes.

CODES:

Win32Process1.c 1/27/2007

/**

* Win32Process1.c

* Code for Win32Process1.exe

* This is the code for the child process Win32Process1 which will be

* created by parent process Win32MulProc

* Author: Joydip Datta

* Date: 3:09 PM Saturday, January 27, 2007

#include stdio.h

#include stdlib.h

#include windows.h

// a simple process thats counts 1 2 3 4 etc until Esc is hit

// a specific delay is imposed between each count

#define DEFAULT_DELAY 500 //ms

int main(int argc, char * argv[]) {

int delay, i, ch;

printf("\nProcess Win32Process1 started...\n");

if(argc>=2) //delay specified

delay = atoi(argv[1]);

else //delay not specified

delay = DEFAULT_DELAY;

for(i=0;;i++) {

if(kbhit())

if((ch=getch())==27)

break;

printf("Win32Process1: %d\n",i);

Sleep(delay);

}

printf("\nProcess Win32Process1 ended...\n");

}

Win32Process2.c 1/27/2007

/**

* Win32Process2.c

* Code for Win32Process2.exe

* This is the code for the child process Win32Process2 which will be

* created by parent process Win32MulProc

* Author: Joydip Datta

* Date: 3:09 PM Saturday, January 27, 2007

#include stdio.h

#include stdlib.h

#include windows.h

// a simple process thats counts 1 2 3 4 etc until Esc is hit

// a specific delay is imposed between each count

#define DEFAULT_DELAY 500 //ms

int main(int argc, char * argv[]) {

int delay, i, ch;

printf("\nProcess Win32Process2 started...\n");

if(argc>=2) //delay specified

delay = atoi(argv[1]);

else //delay not specified

delay = DEFAULT_DELAY;

for(i=0;;i++) {

if(kbhit())

if((ch=getch())==27)

break;

printf("Win32Process2: %d\n",i);

Sleep(delay);

}

printf("\nProcess Win32Process2 ended...\n");

}

Win32MulProc.c 1/27/2007

/**

* Win32MulProc.c

* This is the parent process that calls and run two child processes

* Win32Process1.exe and Win32Process2.exe

* (and of course there is the main process)

* (To check how Windows handles multi programming)

* Author: Joydip Datta

* Date: 3:41 PM Saturday, January 27, 2007

#include stdio.h

#include windows.h

#define DEFAULT_DELAY 500

#define PROCESS1 "Win32Process1"

#define PROCESS2 "Win32Process2"

int main(int argc, char* argv[])

{

STARTUPINFO si1,si2;

PROCESS_INFORMATION pi1,pi2;

int delayMain,delayP1,delayP2, i, ch;

char cmd1[50],cmd2[50]; //commands for two child processes

printf("\nProcess Main started...\n");

//delay calculation

if(argc>=4) {//delay specified

delayMain = atoi(argv[1]);

delayP1 = atoi(argv[2]);

delayP2 = atoi(argv[3]);

}

else //delay not specified

delayMain = delayP1 = delayP2 = DEFAULT_DELAY;

//setup commands

sprintf(cmd1,"%s %d",PROCESS1,delayP1);

sprintf(cmd2,"%s %d",PROCESS2,delayP2);

printf("\nPreparing to open two child processes...\n");

//CREATE 1ST PROCESS

//ALLOCATE MEMORY

ZeroMemory(&si1,sizeof(si1));

si1.cb=sizeof(si1);

ZeroMemory(&pi1,sizeof(pi1));

//create child process

if(! CreateProcess(NULL,

cmd1,

NULL,

FALSE,

NULL,

&si1,

&pi1))

{

fprintf(stderr,"err: Win32Process1 creation failed");

return -1;

}

//CREATE 2ND PROCESS

//ALLOCATE MEMORY

ZeroMemory(&si2,sizeof(si2));

si2.cb=sizeof(si2);

ZeroMemory(&pi2,sizeof(pi2));

//create child process

if(! CreateProcess(NULL,

cmd2,

NULL,

FALSE,

NULL,

&si2,

&pi2))

{

fprintf(stderr,"err: Win32Process2 creation failed");

return -1;

}

//loop for main process

for(i=0;;i++) {

if(kbhit())

if((ch=getch())==27)

break;

printf("Main: %d\n",i);

Sleep(delayMain);

}

printf("\nLoop of Process Main ended.\nBut Process Main will wait for her children...\n");

//parent will wait till child completes

WaitForSingleObject(pi1.hProcess,INFINITE);

printf("1st child complete\n");

WaitForSingleObject(pi2.hProcess,INFINITE);

printf("2nd child complete\n");

//close handles

CloseHandle(pi1.hProcess);

CloseHandle(pi1.hThread);

printf("\nProcess Main ended...\n");

return 0;

}

References:

- Galvin

- MSDN

Joydip Datta
1/27/2007 4:41:36 PM

Creating Threads in Windows

2010-06-17T15:15:00.003+05:30

Like process you can also create threads in windows at ease. The thing is similar to pthread_create in Linux. This code is mostly taken from Galvin. You use the CreateThread API call and pass the thread function to it. The following code illustrates this. The code is taken from Silberschatz, Galvin, Gagne: Operating System Concepts, 7th Edition: Figure 4.7. But the code was not working for some reason, so, i made a few changes and post it here. The changes are in bold. I also added a few comments to describe the code more elaborately.

File: Win32ThrdCreat.c
---------------------------------------

/*
MULTITHREADED C PROGRAM USING WIN32 API

CREATES A CHILD THREAD TO CARRY OUT 'thread_func' FUNC.

MAIN THREAD AND CHILD THREAD RUNS CONCUURENTLY

1/2 S DELAY IS IMPOSED IN EACH THREAD FOR DEMONSTRATION PURPOSE

Galvin p 31
Modified by: Joydip Datta
Date: 9:56 AM Thursday, December 14, 2006
*/

#include
#include

DWORD Sum=0; //shared data

//the thread runs in this separate function
DWORD WINAPI thread_function(LPVOID Param)
{
DWORD Upper = * (DWORD*) Param;
long i;

for(i= 0; i<= Upper; i++){
printf("Child Thread: %ld\n",i);
Sum+=i;
Sleep(500);//pause for 1/2 s
}

return 0;
}

int main(int argc, char * argv[])
{
DWORD ThreadId;
HANDLE ThreadHandle;
long Param,i;

//perform basic err chk
if(argc != 2){
fprintf(stderr, "An Integer parameter is requirred");
return -1;
}

Param = atoi(argv[1]);

if(Param <>
fprintf(stderr,"An Integer param >=0 is requirred");
return -1;
}

//create the thread
ThreadHandle = CreateThread(
NULL, //default security attribs
0, //default stack size
thread_function, //pointer to thread func
&Param, //parameter to Thread func
0, //default cration flags
&ThreadId//returns the thread Id
);

for(i=0;i
printf("Main Thread: %ld\n",i);
Sleep(500); //pause for 1/2 s
}

if (ThreadHandle != 0) {
//wait for the thread object to finish
WaitForSingleObject(ThreadHandle, INFINITE);

//close the thread handle
CloseHandle(ThreadHandle);

printf("Sum: %ld",Sum);
}
return 0;
}

Being mad in Mumbai rain.. Childhood returns

2010-06-14T20:57:00.010+05:30

I was inside lab. My lab doesn't have a window. So, I had no idea about what was going on outside. I came out and saw the earth getting soaked under Mumbai rain. I wrapped my pen, copy, earphone and mobile in a polythene bag, took my bi-cycle and went outside. Rolling through the slippery downhill road, I felt the raindrops all over my face, washing away the salts. Within a few moments I was all drenched. The rain is so heavy in Mumbai, that you can not even see objects that are meters away. While coming down I saw images of my childhood floating around me. The days when I intentionally kept the umbrella at bag. The days when I preferred cycling through those portions of the road where there were water standing. The childish joy while pushing myself through the waterlogged roads. Sometimes ice-stones fell during nor' westers. I remembered how I ran in the rooftop of my house to pick them up. I used to put some of them in my mouth when my mom was not watching.

ভোর

2010-04-20T12:56:00.003+05:30

এখানে আসার পর থেকে ভোর হতে খুব কম-ই দেখেছি। ঘুমোতে যাওয়ার সময় ক্রমঃশঃ গভীর থেকে গভীরতর রাতের দিকে সরতে থাকে আর সেই সঙ্গে পিছোতে থাকে ঘুম ভাঙার সময়। এইভাবে পিছোতে পিছোতে যখন ঘুমোতে যাওয়ার সময় ৬:৩০ পার করল, আমি এখানে ভোর হওয়া দেখলাম।

নেশাতুর রাত আড়ামোড়া ভেঙে জেগে উঠল। প্রত্যেক জায়গার ভোরের নিজস্ব একটা গন্ধ থাকে, সেই গন্ধ নাকে এল। মনে পড়ে গেল, দেশগাঁয়ে যখন বেড়াতে যেতুম, তখন ঘুম ভাঙার পর কতকটা এমনই গন্ধ নাকে আসত। মশারি ফাঁক করে, পা-টা নামিয়ে হাওয়াই চটি খুঁজতাম আর ক্রমশঃ স্পষ্ট হয়ে জেগে ওঠা লোকজনদের কলতান।

আমাদের হস্টেল-এর ছাদে এসে দাঁড়ালে এমনিতেই মনটা ভালো হয়ে যায়। একদিকে সারি সারি ধোঁয়া ঘেরা পাহাড়; অন্যদিকে বিশাল একটা লেক। লেকের অন্যপাড়ে সদাজাগ্রত শহরের রাস্তায় গাড়ীগুলো বিন্দুর মত সরে সরে যায়। তার-ও পেছনে দেখা যায় বিমানের ওঠানামা। সামনের দিকে আছে লেক এর চড়া আর তার-ও পেছনে জনপদ। ঝাঁ-চকচকে শহরের সাথে তার পার্থক্য চোখে পড়ার মত। সেই পার্থক্য কেন জানি না, বারবার আমার পাড়াগাঁ-এর কথা মনে পড়িয়ে দেয়।

পাখির আনাগোনা শুরু হয় আস্তে আস্তে। হস্টেলের ঘুলঘুলি থেকে পায়রাগুলো বেরিয়ে পড়ে। কোকিল আর কাক ডাকতে শুরু করে এক-ই সাথে। মাটিতে শালিখ চরে বেড়ায়। টিভির তারে বসে ফিঙে লেজ দোলায়। দোয়েলরা গল্প করে। দূরে লেকের চরে বসে থাকা বকগুলিকে মনে হয় ছড়িয়ে থাকা সাদা পালক। লেকের উলটোদিকে আছে একটি পাঁচতারা হোটেল।তার সবকটা ঘরেই নীল পর্দা। সেগুলি একইরকম থাকে। কতকগুলি গরু চরতে আসে লেকের চরে। বকগুলি ঘিরে ধরে তাদের। কুকুরগুলো খামোখা মস্করা করে গরুগুলিকে তাড়িয়ে বেড়ায়।সামনে আমার প্রিয় জনপদে শুরু হয় মানুষের আনাগোনা।

ক্রমশঃ রোদ বাড়ে, আমি ফিরে এসে ঘুমোতে যাই।

Retrograde and Anterograde Amnesia

2010-04-11T21:44:00.003+05:30

Retrograde and Anterograde Amnesia happened to me at the same time when I (supposedly) fell down from my bicycle last Sunday. The names sound really fearsome but for me the period involved is really small (5-6 seconds of Retrograde and ~30 minutes of Anterograde).

In retrograde amnesia, the subject (that's me) is unable to recall events that occurred before the development of amnesia. The reason in my case was a mild head injury and shock. And I forgot the event of falling down altogether. According to Ribot's Law, there is a time-gradient in retrograde amnesia. Recent memories are more likely to be lost than the more remote memories. So, I lost the last 5-6 seconds before the head injure completely although I was able to remember the events before that gradually within a short time. For the first few hours it seemed that the time (2-3 hours) was a dream. But as people informed me the events that happened in that period, I gradually recollected some of the events (except for the 5 seconds period).

In anterograde amnesia, the subject loses the ability to create memory. There are two types of memory in human brain. One is short-term memory which is used for immediate processing and one is long-term memory which is used as a permanent storage for later retrieval. In anterograde amnesia, the process of writing from short term memory to long term memory is affected. I don't remember what happened during the 30 minute period after the injury. People said, I handed over my bi-cycle to Omair, came back to my room walking, asked my friend for Dettol, called my girlfriend once, took the bicycle keys back from Omair etc. But I don't remember these things at all. In most cases (including mine) subjects loss declarative memory (recollection of facts) and not procedural memory (how to do things).

References

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retrograde_amnesia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ribot%27s_Law
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anterograde_amnesia

Sealdah Episode

2010-04-06T18:17:00.001+05:30

Sealdah
Do you still remember that guy standing in the entrance of Sealdah-north and weeping? Yeah, he was one of the boys who among the rare breed of men who cry. To make the matter worse he cried before his girlfriend. He was not weak (nobody admits himself weak). The thing was that his girlfriend was only person before whom who could cry, speak his heart out, and talk freely. He rarely shared anything with people. His girlfriend was the only person before whom he could be free.

He was tense. He was going to give one of the most important exams of his life in two days. It’s the exam for which he abandoned everything else. It’s the exam for which he sacrificed everything. He doomed in the other areas any way… or the IT scenario during recession was like that, everybody was dooming. Doing something in that exam was his only chance. Every other hope was already gone.

He didn’t know then that the exam would change his life so much and will take him thousands of kilometers away from where he used to be, from where he used to meet her, from the very Sealdah station where they said good bye to each other. It was most of the times the boy first said that they should leave. The boy was like this only. Always confused and prioritizing stuffs and never putting importance on what he actually wanted to do. The girl became sad and then became used to it.

That day the boy was not leaving. He was weeping and weeping. He was venting his heart out… he could not take the pressure any more. He needed to do something decisive in those three hours of exam. The girl was consoling and trying to make him understand like a mother talks with her child. Slowly the boy got back power. The exam was not that bad. He was prepared enough to face it. He prepared the best way he could and that was the best he could do. The girl could not give him a hug as they were standing in one of the busiest station in the world. But her eyes told everything. It talked about how deeply she loved the boy and how surely she believed in the love of the boy for her.

I have Just Completed Alchemist

2010-02-18T20:11:00.002+05:30

What an awesome book it was. Wait... I am seeing an omen... it instructs me to dig just beside KReSIT!

OMG!!! People have got omens much earlier than me. They have already started digging. I should have read the book earlier.

Bhalobasa kare koy

2010-02-14T16:05:00.001+05:30

কতবার ভেবেছিনু

2010-02-14T15:02:00.001+05:30

Gloomy Evening Sets In

2010-01-29T19:07:00.002+05:30

From your window you can see how an evening slowly sets. You again start thinking what could be better or in what way you should have been behaved, how you should have taken decisions...

You should have done this, done that...

John Denver -- Leaving On a Jet Plane

2010-01-24T22:57:00.002+05:30

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Guitar Solo

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Close your eyes I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh baby, I hate to go

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Knowledge-based Information Retrieval with Wikipedia. -- David Milne

2010-01-21T01:29:00.001+05:30

শ্রীজাতের লেখা

2010-01-18T00:59:00.001+05:30

মুখে যত মিষ্টি বলে, মনে তত খিস্তি করে লোক
আমার যা গেছে গেছে, বাকিদের আরও ক্ষতি হোক।
হাত মেলাতে এসে তারা অভিশাপ খেলে যায় টাচ-এ
রোগ তো, ছোঁয়াচে।
আমার আর কী ক্ষতি হবে, ঘরে নাই হিরে-জহরত
কানে তুলো, চোখে ঠুলি, হাতে-পায়ে বেড়ি, নাকে খত
সবই তো কমপ্লিট হল। ক্ষতি বলতে লাভে হারব গেম
একটা প্রেম ছেড়ে দিয়ে জংশনে দাঁড়িয়ে আছি। লেট করছে পরবর্তী প্রেম।
দুঃসময় বন্ধু ছিল, তাই আমার ভাল না সময়
উপায় থাকে না কোনও। ভালবাসলে ভালবাসতে হয়।

- শ্রীজাত

Yet Another Fiction - issue 2

2010-01-07T23:06:00.001+05:30

- 2 -

Shreyasee and Rahul were two students of same college. Even they shared the same department. But they didn’t quite know each other as they had different friend circles and Rahul, being an introvert, didn’t often talk with people other than his close friends. But some complex circumstances brought them together as Rahul changed his friend-group and joined the group in which Shreya belonged. Quickly than expected they became very good friends.

On the very day when Shreya was crying in the corner of the college roof and Rahul was consoling her, Rahul also shared some of his deepest secrets that nobody knew about. The secret that Rahul always feared of getting leaked, the secret which tells why Rahul changed the friend-circle, the one and only secret of Rahul’s life, he shared with Shreya. This way by sharing secrets and crying their heart out, they became really good friends, possibly the best friends of each other. They chatted until evening that day. And when they came out from the college, street lamps at the roads were lit.

From now they could be seen in different places in different times sitting together and chatting with each other. As expected, rumours started spreading. Rahul never thought he could be the topic of discussion anywhere. He never imagined that anybody could actually talk about him in his absence. He had a habit of underestimating himself. So, he was quite enjoying the new situation.

“Do you know, people are talking about us?” – said Shreya as they just got out of the college in one afternoon.

“Are they?” said Rahul as if he didn’t know anything.

“Yes, they are.” Shreya continued, “Do you think we should break their misunderstanding?”

Is this an indication that at last love is coming to Rahul formally? Whatever Shreya said just now seemed like an acceptance guarantee to Rahul. Otherwise Shreya wouldn’t have asked Rahul, she would have told her to just break the misunderstanding. Now, this is a grab-it-or-lose-it situation for Rahul. Rahul must react now... else, he’d lose again. What Rahul needed to do now was just propose her. But being an introvert, this was never easy for him. Rahul got nervous and quickly took an auto and left.

Another Fiction

2009-12-23T12:40:00.002+05:30

- 1 -

Sadness, when not shared, often becomes like a rock. Sadness, when shared, the rock slowly melts in the form of teardrops. And when such a teardrop fell on the bench making her cheek wet, it’s the beginning of our story.

“Should I wipe the teardrop off from the table?” Rahul said to himself. Will give any kind of message? Rahul was hesitating as he always does. He was hesitating over whether he should give any kind of message or not.

She continued talking. After a while, at last, Rahul wiped the teardrop from the bench. He actually wanted to wipe her cheek, but he thought at this stage, it would be too outrageous.

“Let’s go outside... in the roof. There is no use of talking these matters in the classroom” said Rahul. Crying in the classroom with all other friends looking at you can never be a good idea. And being alone with the girl you like while she shares saddest part of her life made Rahul little bit proud of himself. First time in life, somebody have thought Rahul important enough to tell him all these. People generally do not think Rahul significant enough to talk or share. This incident was really boosting Rahul’s ego.

There was a corner in the college rooftop beside the water tank. If one sits there, no one can spot him (except for some unlikely people roaming in the bushes in the ground far below.) The corner used to give necessary privacy to the lovebirds of the college. Rahul’s heartbeat was pumping as he sat in such a corner with the girl she likes and the girl sharing deepest secrets of her life. Rahul thought that maybe he is not that much insignificant he thinks himself to be. This boosted Rahul much and finally he gathered all the courage to wipe the teardrop off Shreyasee’s cheek.

Rahman - 5th issue

2009-12-11T17:05:00.006+05:30

As I am back at Kolkata, So as Rahman (as promised). This issue was written quite a few days ago. In fact, before I went outside Kolkata.
First Issue: Click Here (This issue combines all prior issues)
Second Issue: Click Here
Third Issue: Click Here
Fourth Issue: Click Here

Rahman and Ziah was walking together through a narrow walking path in a not-too-dense forest. Then Ziah asked Rahman, “Tell me your story? How come you get here?... Ok, wait a second. I’m too tired to walk anymore. Let’s sit under this banyan tree and talk”

Rahman told his full story to Ziah. How his father died at his age of six, what hardships his mother faced while bringing him up and how she too succumbed to the hardships of the world and died when he was fifteen. How Sadhan uncle ill-treated him in every possible occasion, and finally he started walking the path. How he met the dying old woman and how he got the coin and how he met the first stop people who told him that he was in a sacred journey.

“So you actually didn’t have any choice. In whatever position you are now, you weren’t any better off at Sadhan’s.”, said Ziah.

Now that’s it. Rahman knew that what Ziah was saying was correct. But getting a certificate on how bad you are from an other person doesn’t always feel good. Yet Rahman kept his mum. It is because of this soft-spoken nature of his character every other person gets successful in pushing him.

Ziah continued, “My case is totally different although. I never had any problem regarding money. My dad runs a big grocery store in the main market where I live. I used to get more money than I actually needed.”

“Then why did you left your home?” asked an astonished Rahman.

“Why wouldn’t I? should I stay at home just to have the crap study and give the crap exam? Life was so boring. So I left home. Failing in the exam worked as a catalyst although.”, Ziah said with curving her lips in a peculiar way.

“So you left home just because you failed in an exam?”

“Oh… not for that damn exam yaar… I told you, it only worked as a catalyst. I left home because there was no charm in my life. Life was so clumsy, so unexciting. Tell me one thing. What’s point in living that way? If you live that way, do things you do not like and do the same things day after day, year after year, you are not actually living. You are just waiting for death.”

“I think you should get back to your parents.”, said Rahman.

“No way. If I get back now they will surely lock me up in a room and make my life more miserable. Plus they will make me married as soon as possible. Dad had already started the talks with the son of the owner of the main market, who is a criminal by profession.”

Ziah paused for a second or two. Then continued, “Don’t worry! I will surely get back to my parents. There is no doubt in that. But first let me find out the charms of life. Let me continue my journey as a sacred walker. We are among the chosen few, remember?”

“Chosen few? You mean there are more that just me and you?”

“Of courses there are. But I am not very sure how many of them are still alive. The path is really dangerous.

“That is why I will again tell you to go back to your parents.”

Ziah got furious at this. She shouted, “I have already decided what to do. I have made it very clear that I am not gonna get back until I finish the sacred path. And by the way, you are no one to advise me. And if you keep nagging me any further I will forget about the alliance and go on my own.”

Rahman did not push her any more on this. Not because he cared for the alliance but because he knew how stubborn the girl is and he didn’t want to let her face the path alone. I must be there with her all the way, Rahman thought.

“what happened after you left home?” asked Rahman.

“that is in itself a history. I will tell you some other day. Everything was fine till my pocket money lasted. but as the money was nearing it’s end, I gradually becoming hard to cope up you know. But you see, you have to face hardship in achieving anything great”, Ziah said as if she had a lot of experience regarding life.

Ziah continued, “One day as I was sitting in a park, I noticed that a coin fell in the grass from the bowl of a blind beggar. I picked them up but as I was going to give that back to the beggar, he was gone. I searched the whole park but he was nowhere. There was something unusual about the coin as you must know. It was the fucking direction coin for God’s sake.

“How did you lost your coin?” asked Rahman. It is because of this Ziah and Rahman was together. Ziah lost her direction coin somehow in the path. On the other hand Rahman lacked information. This made them natural partners in the journey.

“It fell in the river. It was in my hand while I was crossing the river through the bamboo pool. It just fell from my hand and sank in the river.”

“You should not be that much careless” said Rahman.

“See, whatever gone is gone. There is no point in mourning over and over on the same point. Look, I can not carry on without the coin. You too can not carry on because you are a know-nothing-looser and you are by character so dumb. So it makes sense if we carry on together. And for that do not piss me off in such a way that I have to carry on alone.”

Somebody please teach this girl how to talk properly! Thought Rahman.

In a cludy afternoon like this

2009-11-14T15:29:00.004+05:30

As I mentioned earlier, there are times when a lot of lines just floats in my mind. But I can not write as I am still searching for the first line to write. So I decided to get started and keep typing. And typing whatever comes to my mind.

It is again raining in Mumbai. And according to some report there was some sort of storm in Mumbai. Within this IIT campus, we hardly have any link to the outside world. And watching TV or reading newspaper is far of reach. What I know is as it is still raining I will still feel lazy to put my clothes in the machine (reasoning that even if I wash, they won't get dry. I am always very good at finding logic behind my laziness.) and I will have to wear the same clothes even tomorrow.

Whatever, when the sky is cloudy like this and the sun cease in giving me clocking information, all my branches and bounds seem at loose. I lay flat in the bed and stare upwards at the ceiling. Although I have to assume the underside of the upper bed as the ceiling. (We sleep in tow storied beds)

Lots of things come and go in my head then. Like what I would be doing if I was at home now. How I would stare at the gooses playing in the pond just behind my home. How I will go to the roof and stare at the topmost twig of the deodar tree and see the little green birds with a stick in the tails circling the tree. Somewhere a cuckoo will sing. I will search the whole tree to find that. This way the clocks will flow, and I wont understand how it became 5 from 3 pm. The sun had ceased clocking me.

Coming down, I would turn on the TV and shuffle through the channels randomly while there is add within Ma's daily soap. Then Ma will shout, "এবার আরম্ভ হয়ে গেছে, ঘোরা"

I'll hand over the remote and come to my room. It is still very dark there, Nobody (me) bothered to turn on the lights. The mosquito net is still hung from the hook and books are scattered randomly in the bed. The PC would be as usual running with no task given to him. I'll say to myself, "ধুস্‌, আজকেও বন্ধ করতে ভুলে গেলাম!". Then I will shut the PC down, clear books from the bed like one clears dust from the table, and dump the books in the table itself. Or in worst case if the table too is full with CDs and copies, I will dump the books in your parent's room with Ma shouting again, "নিয়ে এসেছিস্‌ আবার নিয়ে যাবি। আমি বয়ে নিয়ে যেতে পারব না".

I do not even hear the shouts. I stay awake lying in the in the bed and turn on the computer again (for nothing of course...), log in to gmail and see if anyone is online. Many people are infact, ... online, but I do not feel like talking to them. (I do not always feel like talking). I set myself invisible and start reading my own earlier chats... after a while I go to guruchandali.com and read the (non)sensible gibberish there for a while. I still feel bored. Then I call Abhijit..

"কোথায়?"
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"বেরোবি?"
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"তা'লে চলে আয়"
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And I take your bicycle and go out with Avijit. With no particular reason or cause. Just we keep cycling in the roads and may be have some chats at either KB ghat, or Lelinnagar melar math. Of course we do not chat with each other.

As soon as I come out of my home, it strikes me that I have to call her. I call her and say Hello!
"তুই সাইকেল চালাচ্ছিস?"
"হুঁ"
"তোকে না কতবার বলেছি সাইকেল চালাতে চালাতে কথা বলবি না"
"আরে বাবা কিছু হবে না, আমি পারি।"
"না তুই থাম, আদারওয়াইজ আমি ফোন রাখছি।"
...

Evening falls in my city. Still some light is coming from behind the huge pile of cumulonimbus. And it looks like mountains in the far. After a while Ankur joins both of us. And it starts raining heavily.

We have ran out of shelter. When we are on the verge of being completely drenched in rain, Ankur finds an auto. We all go inside. Some one somewhere shouts back... Who the hell is taking my auto out? We try to explain. But that I idea fails. We take our bicycle and fell. Just then the rain stops.

Time was in abundance then.

নিরন্তর ভাট (আবার)

2009-11-06T20:38:00.002+05:30

তখন আমি হাঁটতুম| হেঁটেই পেরিয়ে যেতুম গরিয়াহাটের এমাথা থেকে ওমাথা. আনমনা বিকেলে পেরিয়ে যেতুম খান্না থেকে হাতিবাগান্ হয়ে মিত্রা| কিংবা বেলগাছিয়া থেকে অটো ধরে লেকটাউন, সেখান থেকে হাঁটতে হাঁটতে বাগুইআটি| শেয়ালদা থেকে এম্-জি রোড হয়ে কলেজ ষ্ট্রীট, সেখান থেকে সূর্য সেন স্ট্রীট বেয়ে আবার শেয়লদা|

আজকাল আমি মোটের ওপর ঘরের মধ্যেই থাকি| কোথায় আছি তাই জানিনা!

Why is copying bad?

2009-11-05T23:49:00.001+05:30

Before discussing the question we must set a definition on what is copying. Here is what wikipedia says about copying:

Copying is the duplication of information or an artifact based only on an instance of that information or artifact, and not using the process that originally generated it. With analog forms of information, copying is only possible to a limited degree of accuracy, which depends on the quality of the equipment used and the skill of the operator. With digital forms of
information, perfect copying is not only possible, but is, almost by definition, the norm. Copy and paste is frequently used for information a computer user selects and copies to an area he or she wishes.

Here it means that the person who copies does not need to go through the process through which the the item was genarated but yet enjoys the same result. On an ideal world this is no problem. As the creator would not bother for earthly gain out of his creation. And of course would care a damn if somebody else gets unjustified gain out of his hard work. He will rather be busy creating new things. But in this world creator often wants gain out of his creation. And from materialistic point of view, this may be justified too. So the question whether we should let people copy or not boils down to how much ideal we think the world is.

:)

- Joydip Datta (09305014)

Rahman - Why there is no more issues

2009-11-05T23:45:00.004+05:30

If you were following Rahman and now wondering why there is no post since a looooooooooooong time, here goes my apology.

There is two more issues written in my computer at home. But when I shifted from Kolkata to Mumbai, I forgot to take those issues with me. Without that part it is difficult to continue...

I promise, as soon as I get back to Kolkata, I will again post Rahman.

Ha ha ha.... I am talking as if there are people who were following Rahman anyway..

Google Translation

2009-11-02T15:24:00.002+05:30

Our national anthem as translated from Hindi to Chinese at http://baike.baidu.com/view/668992.htm. This document is then retransleted from Chinese to Hindi again and see the result... There is so much scope of.. improvement:

[ 编辑本段 ] [संपादित करें इस पैरा]
原文 मूल

जन गण मन अधिनायक जय हे जन गण मन अधिनायक जय हे
भारत भाग्य विधाता भारत भाग्य विधाता
पंजाब सिंधु गुजरात मराठा पंजाब सिंधु गुजरात मराठा
द्राविड उत्कल वंग द्राविड उत्कल वंग
विंध्य हिमाचल यमुना गंगा विंध्य हिमाचल यमुना गंगा
उच्छल जलधि तरंग उच्छल जलधि तरंग
तव शुभ नामे जागे तव शुभ नामे जागे
तव शुभ आशिष मागे तव शुभ आशिष मागे
गाहे तव जय गाथा गाहे तव जय गाथा
जन गण मंगल दायक जय हे जन गण मंगल दायक जय हे
भारत भाग्य विधाता भारत भाग्य विधाता
जय हे जय हे जय हे जय हे जय हे जय हे
जय जय जय जय हे जय जय जय जय हे

译文 अनुवाद

印度人的心和命运都由你管辖， दिल से भारतीय और अपने अधिकार क्षेत्र का भाग्य,
你的名字使全国奋发， आपका नाम देश काम कठिन बना देता है,
旁遮普、辛德、吉甲拉特、马拉塔、 पंजाब, सिंध, किर्गिस्तान एक LVL, मराठी,
达罗毗荼、奥利萨、孟加拉； द्रविड, उड़ीसा, बांग्लादेश;
　文底那、喜马拉雅发出回响， उस के अंत में पाठ, हिमालय प्रतिक्रिया दी,
朱木拿、恒河奏乐回答， जमना, गंगा खेल संगीत जवाब
印度洋的波浪唱着歌， हिंद महासागर गाने गा लहरों में,
向你颂赞向你祝福， आशीर्वाद आप की जय हो, आप को,,
一切人都等你拯拔。 सभी लोगों के लिए प्रतीक्षा कर तुम Zheng खींच रहे हैं.
印度人的心和命运都由你管辖， दिल से भारतीय और अपने अधिकार क्षेत्र का भाग्य,
你永远无敌于天下。 तुम अजेय नहीं हो सकता.

Never Passed a Bijoya Like This

2009-09-28T22:32:00.002+05:30

Bijoya Dashami is an well known day when our minds stay full with pain. Ma is going back. And we need to get back to our ordinary schedule again from tomorrow. We got to reengage ourselves to the same tension and jostling from where we managed to escape ourselves for the three days.

Where I live, hardly any trace of puja can be found. And wasting 3 days is somewhat out of conception. We managed escape away only on Ashtami... but from the very next day people were eagerly sat in their chairs with their eyes fixed on their monitors.

Time during puja is very painful when you are away from your root. You get the news that all your childhood friends with whom you used to make fun and ramble about just a few months back, have re-gathered and visiting the pujas in your city. All of them are together again and having a lot of fun... and you, alone, so many kilometers away, thinking that how the road beside your home might look like when the freshly bathed girls pass through it with wearing new sarees with water dripping from their hairs... and the para boys stare at them sitting on their bicycles with the neck almost 180 degrees bent. How the electric decoration bulbs change the color of the walls during night, what was the theme of the biggest puja in your locality this year....

You think about these all the day and the more you think, the more you feel sad. And the more you waste time.

c ya

Lazy morning

2009-09-23T10:35:00.001+05:30

In Wednesday, classes start from late in the afternoon. In the morning around 9:30 not many people are awake. It seems that the night have extended itself. The shadowy corridors of the hostel seem gloomy. Wet shirts hung in the window forces us to keep the light on.

Staying awake is a tough job. Specially during the day.

Do I write too few blogs?

2009-07-25T12:45:00.002+05:30

I boast that Blogging is my hobby. Then when I say I write 2 or three blogs per week on average people laugh at me. This is very humiliating I tell you.

May be I should write more. Here at the campus in the beginning things seem so messed up and I am taking so much time to settle and stop thinking :D

But nevertheless, I should write more... The next issue of Rahman was already been written way back (along with the one last posted) but I acted as a miser and delayed the posting. Now wile I have shifted myself, it seems I have forgotten to bring a copy of that file. This is too bad. I feel very very sad at this. I will do a overhaul search in my dvd collection to see if I have backed it up. Keeping my fingers crossed.

I have also updated my website a bit and hosted the updated version in my IITB home page. So the current address of my home page is:
http://www.cse.iitb.ac.in/~joydip

Meanwhile Yahoo plans to discontinue the geocities service within a few months. So, my older site will be discontinued anyway!

I have so many things to share!

2009-07-06T23:13:00.003+05:30

This is gonna be an ultimate random rubbish post. It's like when I say I have so many things to say... I am actually too lazy to say anything. That's why I gathered so much stuffs....

I am too lazy... These days I even find it lazy to get up... I like sleeping on and on with nobody waking you up and definitely not a TTE in 2839 down Chennai Mail in 1 AM.

I had to go to Chennai to give an Interview. The train was at night, in the middle of it at 12 o'clock. See, I am so lazy that I am not going to say more... And I am feeling too sleepy too. And fifty percent of my brain is probably not working... so I should stop.

Hey! I should blog something more sensible... not silly useless travelogue like this.... Still I will try to write a blog sharing my experiences in the Detroit of India. Ok... no commitments in my blog... Whatever I say is that I will try to try.

But no today. I will talk about Chennai Mail, Chennai Central, Chennai Park, Annapurna Hotel, Marina Beach, Golden Beach, Dolphin Park and the Sea Lion Clara, Mahavalipuram, Kanchipuram, Adyar, etc some other day... I am feeling too much dizzy now.

Cream of the crop: 69 of top 100 JEE rankers pick IIT-Bombay

2009-06-25T20:31:00.001+05:30

(Pasted from TOI. Original article here)
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MUMBAI: The composition of the elite technological club has changed. A decade ago admission to the IIT-Kanpur ensured demi-god treatment. Only
the brightest and the best could get past the gates there.

No longer. Mumbai is the new Kanpur, with Delhi and Chennai snapping at its heels. A look at the students’ choice of institute by the top 100 JEE rankers down the last half-a-decade reveals that preferences have changed dramatically. A number of factors have been responsible for the reordering, from geography to gastronomy and placement records to what coaching classes preach to students.

Of the top 100 JEE-2009 rankers, considered the elite group among engineering aspirants around the country, 69 students preferred to join IIT-Bombay over any other IIT. This was followed by Delhi — where 19 of the top-100 — have been admitted. While Bombay has been bettering its performance over the years, number of toppers going to Delhi has slipped.

"IIT-B's decision to introduce minors in all programmes has seen more students wanting to come to the Powai campus," reasoned the institute's JEE-2009 chairman A Pani. In 2008, the institute ushered in academic reforms and permitted students to pick a minor course along with the core area of specialisation. This, explained Pani, has resulted most streams opening and closing admissions at higher ranks than previous years.

On each IIT campus, the top 100 students are considered as the rich creamy icing. Twenty years ago IIT-Kharagpur was the engineering mecca. The oldest IIT of the country, IIT-Kharagpur did not receive a single student from the top hundred this year; and before that, in 2004, only three of the top 100 went there.

A former JEE chairman explained, "While Bombay and Delhi were still building themselves, Kharagpur's students had already occupied top positions in big companies. Students looked at Kharagpur's illustrious alumni and rushed there. Now this has changed."

The Heat is On

2009-05-10T22:09:00.000+05:30

It was never so hot summer in West Bengal. It is mid-May and the temperature averages at 42 degrees. Accompanying it there is LOO. The hot and dry wind of central India has somehow spread its area of influence up to Bengal. The sun is so bright that even the rickshaw pullers had to put hood over their head. The uncle next door suddenly looks like Agent Smith as he puts on a stylish sunglass. The white cotton hat has become so popular that every other person looks like Subhas Chakraborty. If you look at any road at around mid-day, you will see it as empty as curfew. Even if some one can be seen, they look like unconscious people dragging themselves forward. The sun has sucked all energy from them like the Glucon-D ad.

Plus there is election heat. As the election phase coming to an end the faces has already began to change their dialogs. While Rahul Gandhi suddenly declares how sure he is about the event of Left supporting Congress again, Karat also suddenly become soft on Cong. The INC is really in a typical win-win situation in West Bengal. While they have pre-poll seat sharing with Trinamool, it seems the CPM led left-front also eventually support them.

The provision of post poll alliance in Indian constitution is actually a betrayal to the voters. The people who have fought against each other in the election, ends up in supporting each other to be in power. Suppose in my center there are two candidates from party-A and party-B. I have particular hatred towards say B, so I vote for A. But I see after election party-A ends up in supporting B. Isn’t it a betrayal? In most of the case voters even don’t know whom they are voting. What will be their agenda and who will be the prime minister.

While one party is inherently anarchist (Why Pranab Mukherjee can not be the prime minister? The answer should be very clear.) The other party has definitely lost a significant mileage just before the election (Is Barun Gandhi is appointed by his Auntie to sabotage BJP? – Just kidding). Let’s not talk about the third-front. We don’t even know who is in and who is out, what their agenda is, and who they project as Prime Minister. If the regional parties get the power, they will first secure their regional interests. Won’t the national interest of India take a back seat?

Ok… that’s it. No more political talks. I should be perfectly apolitical in my blog, where I talk and in every aspect of my life. So I give every party equal mark. I give every one 100%... keep it up; you are doing a wonderful job.

My Blog is again AD FREE

2009-05-06T10:45:00.004+05:30

I removed all the AdSense ads from my blog. Top reason being it was not paying me much. So I decided to get rid of that stuff. Now enjoy a neat and clean blog without ads.

Rahman - 4th Issue

2009-04-22T14:23:00.005+05:30

First Issue: Click Here (Issue 1 combines all prior issues)
Second Issue: Click Here
Third Issue: Click Here

“Well… not actually. I met an old man in the path. He was a sacred walker too. He told me about the southern hill before dying. Like the hill is covered with grass and bushes and discrete trees. Except that, the hill is almost barren. Some rabbits, porcupines, dears may be found there.”

“What’s the specialty? That’s almost the description of any other hill.”, asked Rahman.

“Wait… Let me complete first. There is absolutely nothing special about the hill in the morning. It is just like any other hills scattered all around. But as soon as the sun goes down everything changes.”

“Changes to what?”, asked Rahman.

“Now if you interrupt me any further, I wont speak another word. Please shut up and listen to me when I am talking”, Ziah got furious at Rahman. She probably had a hobby of getting furious at people, any time, any where and on whatever reason.

“No, no. I am sorry. Please continue”, Rahman apologized although there was no apparent fault of himself. Apologizing had got into Rahman’s blood.

“Yes, everything changes with the sunset. Bushes becomes grand doors, small hillocks become great palaces, rabbits become sentries, porcupines become heavily armed guards and a live city appears out of nowhere. And in the middle of the city there is a big castle. A castle guarded by soldiers of the flip side.”, said Ziah.

“You mean something as bizarre as this actually happens?”

“If you think I am lying, then you are free to believe whatever you like. Haven’t you seen enough bizarre things already?”

It was true. Whatever was happening around Rahman was actually too bizarre to believe. Rahman said, “It’s not that I don’t believe you. But if everything changes with the sunset how come none of the people know about it. If the barren hill changes to a lively city as the sun sets, the southern hill should be a famous place, no? how come none of the people haven’t yet noticed anything?”

“That’s because the change is visible only to the chosen ones. Only the sacred walkers can see the city and the castle. Other people just sees the hill as it is.”, said Ziah.

“Ok, this makes sense. And it almost matches with the riddle in the parchment and what the Bhaisaab just said. But tell me,..."

“what riddle? And what parchment?”

Rahman told her everything about the first stop and the parchment he got inside the bread.

“Wow! You have a handful of resources then.”, Ziah chuckled.

(May be continued...)

Next version of my website

2009-04-11T13:10:00.002+05:30

http://geocities.com/joydipdattaonline/beta/

Worst Movies I have seen in my life

2009-04-10T14:30:00.012+05:30

Here goes a list of movies that I advice everybody NOT TO SEE. If somewhere the movie is playing run away as fast as you can.

NOTE: The list has been created as the names come in my mind. The movies are not sorted in any way.

RGV ki AAG: I could not bear the torture even for 10 minutes!
Sawariya: The best known sleeping pill!
Mon Amour: This ~2.5 hours of pure torture. On top of that "Du Taakar Churmur!". OMG!!! LOL...
Yuvvraaj: Songs are good except MASTAM MASTAM. But the movie is stupid.
Hello! (adaptation of One Night @ Call Center): What an awful movie from such and wonderful novel. The director has killed the story... he must be put in jail.
The POSENJIT type Bengali movies: When will Swapan Saha and Haranath Chakraborty understand that copying Hindi and Tamil style in Bengali movies kills the individuality and USP of Bengali Cinema itself.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button: So great story board, and what a boring movie! Yes, the end is good. Specially the portion after Benjamin gets married to the end is great. But you need to sustain the preceding boredom to reach there.
Jhoom Barabar Jhoom: No story whatsoever.
Mangal Pandey: They have found mountains in Barrackpore!!!
Darna Zaroori Hain: It would have been a good movie if RGV managed to spare the childrens.

(MORE NAMES TO COME)

Rahman - Issue 3

2009-04-07T21:49:00.009+05:30

Issue 1: Click here (Issue 1 combines all prior issues)
Issue 2: Click Here

“WHACKK!!! There is something inside. A piece of thick perchment was peeping out from the bitten off corner of the bread. Rahman quickly ate the bread and got the paper out. Some message was written on it.

Rahman read the message on the paper very carefully.

Now… what is that? First a weird coin then some weird people and now these puzzle parchment? What is this? Some kind of weird jewel quest, treasure hunt?

After eating up the bread Rahman started thinking. “Now,” he thought, “the puzzle doesn’t seem to be that tough off hand. Especially the first two lines are rather easy. It just seems to tell to go south. But what does crude man? A crude man? Crude oil? What? And what about the hill, castle etc?... whatever, the puzzle tells to go south… if only I had the power of the coin, I could cross check.”

Unmindfully Rahman tossed the coin again. “Wow!!! This stuff works again… I’ve got a new destination I guess” and guess what… the coin pointed south.

* * *

Then Rahman started his walk again. This time towards south as dictated by the coin. He was not sure whether it was a mirage he was looking for. Yet he didn’t stop. For one simple reason, he had nothing else to do. Everything is better than going back to Sadhan Uncle. Inside the bread along with the paper there was also two five hundred rupee notes. So it was not so hard to survive. But this time Rahman spent the money very carefully. The sacred walker must reach his destination before resources run out.

But there was just void and void towards the south. Only stretches of barren land, some scattered agriculture and very few human localities. He started to get fed up mentally now. What did the puzzle say? In the south, there is crude? Did it mean this crude nature? Barren lands, and heat of June? And then there is a mention of some hill. A southern hill?

Rahman was nearing a locality. A small village with hardly ten or twelve households. Rahman noticed an elderly man walking slowly by the village road. The man was leaning forward and had a stick. Rahman called him, “Bhaisaab!”

The man stalled. Waited for a second or so. Then slowly turned his face towards Rahman. Now Rahman could see his face. Yes, the man was really very old. His face was covered with wrinkles all the way around.

Rahman asked the man, “Bhaisaab, is there any hill to the south?” The man replied in a even slower pace, “May be or may not be. Everything depends on who you are and when you see. Everything is according to the sun.”

Now that is enough. Rahman had already had enough of the strange puzzles and messed up words! It seems no one in this place talks straight. Rahman was thinking all these things when suddenly someone patted Rahman’s back and yelled, “Hey! Did you just said ’hill to the south’?

She was a teenage girl. With medium height, and curly hair. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Both of the dresses had the sign of a long journey. Her face was also dusty and hairs mingled. But the first thing you would notice on her would be her bright blue eyes.

Rahman was too astonished to speak. He just said ‘Ya!… I mean yes.’… but who are you? How do you know about the hill to the south?

“I am Ziah, a sacred walker”, said the girl after clearing her throat a bit. She spoke the words as if she was announcing that she had just won the Nobel.

“So am I. What’s the big deal?” Rahman was regaining his confidence.

“You too! Well, it doesn’t seem so. Whatever, even if you are, you are not going to find out any thing anyway. You better fuck off.”

“Find out what?”, Rahman said indifferently. He had already seen enough rudeness in life. So these things hardly had any effect on him.

“So you do not even know what you are looking for! Wow… good job done!” the girl broke into giggles. When the laughter phase was over, the girl continued, “I really can not decide why on earth you are going on! I really wonder how you became a sacred walker on the first place. I am sure you don’t even know what a sacred walker is.”

“Sacred walkers are what then?”

The girl was a bit serious now. “Are you sure that you are persuing this path? Being a sacred walker is not an easy job. There are lots of deadly dengers at the southern hill”

“You have already gone to the southern hill?”

(may be continued...)

Standard for Project Success

2009-02-28T20:08:00.002+05:30

2009-01-13T00:06:00.000+05:30

Happy New Year

2009-01-01T23:36:00.005+05:30

নতুন বছর - নতুন আশা
অনেকখানি ভালোবাসা
নিয়ে আসুক মোদের জীবন।

হীরে-মানিক চাই না মোদের
শুধু এইটুকু চাই আমাদের...
শান্তি যেন থাকে সারাক্ষণ।।

~: শুভ নববর্ষ - ২০০৯ :~

Concept of Infinite in Ancient India from īśopaniṣad

2008-12-15T16:20:00.001+05:30

The Isha Upanishad (īśa upaniṣad, otherwise Ishopanishad īśopaniṣad or īśāvāsya upaniṣad) is one of the shortest of the Upanishads, consisting of 17 or 18 verses in total; like other core texts of the vedanta, it is considered revealed scripture (Śruti) by diverse traditions within Hinduism. The name of the text derives from the incipit, īśā, "by the Lord (Isha)". The Upanishad appears in the final chapter (adhyāya) of the Shukla Yajurveda, but is historically one of the latest of the principal (mukhya) Upanishads, dating approximately to Mauryan times.

The short text covers a wide spectrum of philosophy, religion, ritualism and metaphysics.

Read Translation here:
Translation by Rishi Aurobindo

মনে ভাবনা তবু (Mone Bhabna Tobu) - মহীনের ঘোড়াগুলি

2008-12-05T23:29:00.003+05:30

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মনে ভাবনা তবু

- মহীনের ঘোড়াগুলি

দিশেহারা যে মোর মন,
কিসে সার্থক এ জীবন?
খুঁজে ফিরি কোথা নেব ঠাঁই।

চারিদিকে সবাই মোর
কেউ ভালো কেউ মন্দ ঘোর
আপন মাঠ চেঁচেঁ সেথা বেড়াই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

কেউ বা মাথায় কেউ পিঠে
আমার বোলায় হাত মিঠে
দিয়ে যায় কতনা বাহবাই;

কারু সন্দেহ অতি
শেষে হল এই গতি!
গেল কি বিফলে জীবনটাই?

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

পাগল হয়ে যে আমি দামী হই আরো দামী
কত দাম জানিনা আমার চাই।

নেবে কে কিনে আমায়
তাতে কি-বা আসে যায়
থেমে যেতে ভরসা না পাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই!

ছিল বন্ধু এক আমার
পেলেম হঠাৎ দেখা তার,
ভবঘুরে চালাচুলো নাই।

তবু খুশীর হাসির রেশ
ঠোঁটে হয়না যে তার শেষ
কি তার দাম সে করেইনি যাচাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

শোনো যদি কোনোদিন
আমি হঠাৎ ভাবনাহীন
রাখিনি কোনো যে ঠিকানাই।

জেনো খোঁজা আমার শেষ
তাই হলেম যে নিরুদ্দেশ
সাথে করে শুধু হৃদয়টাই।।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই
এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।
মনে ভাবনা তবু ঘিরে রয়েছে সদাই

এত চাওয়া নিয়ে কোথা যাই।

New banner in blog

2008-11-10T22:20:00.004+05:30

At last... at last... at last. This blog got it's own banner. With pictures and cartoon like what was wanted. The process was a bit weird. To speak frankly, i am terrible in drawing (u probably know that after seeing my crap cartoons in some previous posts. Excluding the ones drawn by my little sis, the rest was so disgusting that myself had too resize the pictures to a smaller size that the overall look of my blog is not much ruined. At a point of time I had the idea of deleting the posts altogether.) So, with this terrible drawing skill i started to draw cartoons for the banner. I was more skeptical of drawing them on computer (be it in photoshop or simple ms paint). So, i sketched in my exercise book, took a snap in mobile, transferred to PC, then started with photoshop. Added the default background, put the banner text, and drew the cartoons taking reference from the hand drawing.

I hope all these things have worked a bit. Please give me your precious feedback.

I personally feel that the banner really makes my site a real Bhat site. Where everything is nonsense and joke. But it's not the case. I do write serious stuffs once in a blue moon.

NJOY....

More cartoons

2008-11-08T17:22:00.003+05:30

Mome er aaka chhobi

2008-11-08T17:19:00.002+05:30

BAD Cartoons

2008-11-08T16:47:00.003+05:30

Some mad translation...

2008-11-07T00:22:00.002+05:30

No offence please...

Fashion - Movie Review

2008-10-31T23:21:00.005+05:30

Another Madhur Bhandarkar movie. But i have to say Madhur has started to develop his own cliches. Like the same bunch of gay people in all movies and so on... And in Fashion it crossed limits yaar! Like every odd person is a GAY!!!!

The main problem with Fashion is that it's too much predictable. Like when Meghna gets too overconfident and arrogant over her quick success, we start worrying that she must fall quick and murmur some common sayings like "Pride goes fall" and all that.
And that happens too...
Like when Abhijit Sarin, the Panace boss contracts Meghna as the new 'Face' being seemingly unfair to previous face Shonali, we all think that there must be some underlying sexual contracts also being signed. We all can predict what is going to happen next. Like my friend said, there is no twists.

The film stands on some really powerful performances by specially Kangna Ranaut and Priyanka Chopra. Kangna really acted awesome. Among others, Kitu Kidwani and Mugdha Godse are notable.

But hey!!! Someone please do something with the bunch of gay people flocking around the whole movie.

Image courtesy: Wikipedia

Problem Solving

2008-10-27T16:02:00.002+05:30

উঠে যাওয়া সিঁড়ি - চন্দ্রবিন্দু

2008-10-21T18:09:00.004+05:30

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কথা:
উঠে যাওয়া সিঁড়ি টিমটিমে আলো
ছেঁড়া চটি জুতো ছেড়ে রাখা তোমার দরজায়
দিন যায় দিন আনি, সবেধন টিউশনি
পদাবলী পাশে খুলে রাখা প্রথম পর্যায়

হাঁটছে দিন কাটছে দিন তিন দিন সাপ্তাহিক
দিন গুনছে দিন অ্যান্টেনা তিন শালিক
যে অসুখ ছিলো চোরাবালি দিয়ে ঢাকা
ও আমার মধ্যবিত্ত ভীরু প্রেম তোমার কাছে রাখা

উঠে এলো আলো, হাতে চা চলকালো
চাঁদ বুঝি আজ প্রতিপদে পড়লো বেঘোরে
ওড়ো চিলেকোঠা ছাদে ইতিহাস আহ্লাদে
তুমি-আমি-ইলতুৎমিস বন্দী এ ঘরে

ভরদুপুর মাঝপুকুর ডুবজল ঘোর বিপদ
নীলচে খাম গা ছমছম ভূত লেখে চর্যাপদ
সে বিপদ ছিলো চোরাবালি দিয়ে ঢাকা
ও আমার মধ্যবিত্ত ভীরু প্রেম টেষ্টপেপারে রাখা
ও আমার মধ্যবিত্ত ভীরু প্রেম তোমার কাছে রাখা
ও আমার মধ্যবিত্ত ভীরু প্রেম টেষ্টপেপারে রাখা

কানাগলির ভিতর রঙীন ইস্টিশন
কিছু উৎপাদক আজ নাহোক বিশ্লেষণ
আমার আগুন ভয় ভীষণ ন্যালাক্ষ্যাপা এই জীবন
বুকে মোমের আলোয় গলছে লাল রিবণ
দিন ছুঁয়ে যায় রাত রাত ছুঁয়ে যায় হাত
হাত ছুঁলে যায় জাত জাত ছুঁলে পদ্মকাঁটা বিঁধে
ও আমার মধ্যবিত্ত ভীরু প্রেম গোপন কালশিটে

ছেঁড়া পর্দায় উঁকি , কেবিনের আঁকিবুকি
মুখ নীচু আহত দুচোখ বলেছিলো কি যে?
এতো আকছার ঘটে, সাদা কালো লংশটে
খালি পায়ে কেউ বাড়ি ফেরে বৃষ্টিতে ভিজে

হাঁটতে থাক দুর্বিপাক মিছিলের ক্লান্ত মুখ
নিম্নচাপ খুচরো পাপ ছোঁয়াচে অসুখ
সে ছোঁয়া ছিলো চোরাবালি দিয়ে ঢাকা
ও আমার মধ্যবিত্ত ভীরু প্রেম তোমার কাছে রাখা
ও আমার মধ্যবিত্ত ভীরু প্রেম তোমার কাছে রাখা

Hello vs One Night @ Call Center

2008-10-12T16:12:00.007+05:30

It's sad to see how bollywood masala flicks make a mess out of a decent novel. When i read One Night @ Call Center by Chetan Bhagat, it was really unputdownable. The way the story unfolds, the light in which relationships are shown, the catchy young easy flowing language, the sharp sense of humour, the novel was really awesome. Even the really long portion where God gives you some useful gyaan, it seems more like your best friend talking than some father of some church or some monks.

But what we see in the movie?

Although i have seen really a small portion of the film (from where Vroom throws stone at the Cola hoarding to the end), the rotten smell of a bad film comes out from every possible scene. The screenplay is childish, the dialogs are rotten, the sharp humor is just replaced by poor wannabe jokes, and everybody acts so stupid that the story itself is destroyed. Great dialogs and scenes are totally wiped out. The act of rescuing themselves with the help of dupattas have been replaced, the bike stunt at the end is completely removed even the fantastic stuff with MS Word was also wiped away. Probably the filmmakers thought all of us are more like buffoons like Bakshi.

Although I have missed almost all the songs of the film, but as i have listened to the album, i can assure you that they are equally bad. And just imagine the scene where Chetan Bhagat the author and God herself dancing in an ITEM NUMBER!!!! OMG!!!!!!

In summery the movie was PAINFUL and complete injustice... well in fact, CHEATING to all the people like me who loved the novel One Night @ Call Center by Chetan Bhagat and had a lot of expectation.

The time is really bad for me. Nothing is working out as planned. ;)

Image courtesy: Wikipedia

শুভ বিজয়া

2008-10-09T19:33:00.005+05:30

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Puja

2008-10-09T10:17:00.001+05:30

Chats

2008-10-09T10:16:00.001+05:30

আজি নবমী নিশি --- আর পোহাইও না

2008-10-09T00:46:00.007+05:30

পুজো পুজো পুজো --- হয়ে গেল পুজো...
কাল সকালেই উঠে যাবে সঅব আইস্‌ক্রীম, রোল, ফুচকার স্টল। পড়ে থাকবে মাঠ জুড়ে শালপাতা আর আইসক্রীমের বাটি। ড্যাং ড্যা ড্যা ড্যাং ড্যাড্যাং ড্যাড্যাং ড্যাং ড্যাড্যাং ড্যাং শব্দ করে ঢাকও জানিয়ে দেবে মা এবার বিদায় নেবেন। আমরা তলানি পর্যন্ত আনন্দ চেটেপুটে সাফ করার জন্য কাল দশমীর সকালেও বন্ধুরা একজোটে মেতে উঠব আবার।

দেখব, নর্থল্যান্ডের নাচের আসরে কত জুনিয়র দের ভীড়। চোখের ভাষায় রচিত হচ্ছে আরো কত নতুন মহা কাব্য। কার চোখের দিকে তাকিয়েই কার নাচের ছন্দ পাচ্ছে নতুন জোয়ার। কেউবা নিরাশ হয়ে পাশে সরে এসে বলছে, "ড্যান্সিং ইজ্‌ন্‌ট মাই কাপ অব টী"। গল্পটা সেই এক ই থাকবে... কিন্তু মুখগুলো যাবে পালটে। আমরা পাশে সরে এসে দাঁড়িয়ে দেখব। বুঝতেও পারব না কখন আমাদের জায়গায় নতুনেরা লিখে চলেছে সেই এক ই আখ্যান।

নবমীর শেষ দুপুর

2008-10-08T15:41:00.005+05:30

ঠিক এই সময়টাতেই মনটা খারাপ হয়ে যায়। নবমীর শেষ দুপুরে, গুরুভোজনের রেশ নিয়ে উঠে আসা একটা আলতো ঢেকুর তুলে যখন জানালার ধারে বা ছাদে গিয়ে দাঁড়াই, আর পাড়ার পূজামন্ডপ থেকে ভেসে আসে কোন সুপরিচিত হিন্দী গানের সুর... ঠিক তখনই একরাশ বিষাদ যেন ঘিরে ধরে। মনে পড়ে যায়, এই গান, এই ঢেকুর, এই যে একটুপর বন্ধু-বান্ধবীদের সঙ্গে বেরব... যাদের অনেকের সঙ্গেই দেখা হল ঠিক একটি বছর পরে... বা যাদের সঙ্গে আদৌ আগে দেখা হয়নি - এবারই প্রথম আলাপ, এই যে তিন-চার দিন সব ভুলে থাকা, যাবতীয় ফ্রাস্ট্রেশানকে দূরে সরিয়ে রেখে সবার সঙ্গে একই আনন্দে মেতে ওঠা, আজই তার শেষ দিন। আজই শেষ নিশ্চিন্তে পুজোসংখ্যা নিয়ে বসে আছি, আজই শেষ বন্ধুদের সাথে ঠাকুর দেখতে বেরোব। কাল থেকে আবার সব ঘিরে ধরবে...

কাল থেকেই শুরু একবছরের অপেক্ষার...

ঠিক এই সময়টাতেই, মনটা তাই বড্ড খারাপ হয়ে যায়।

আকাশ আর মাটির মাঝখানে - দ্বিতীয় পর্ব

2008-10-06T15:00:00.001+05:30

আজও আমি শুয়ে আছি
আকাশ আর মাটির মাঝখানে
শুয়ে শুয়ে ভাবছি... ...

এমন সময় কে যেন হাঁক দিল,
“মাঝখানে ঝুলছিস কে বে?”

আমি বললাম, “ডিস্‌টার্ব কোরো না...
তুমি কি দেখছ না, আমি উপলব্ধি করছি,
দুঃখীর দুঃখ;
আর্তের আর্তি?
শোষিত, অবহেলিত, নিপীড়িত, নিষ্পেষিত...
মানুষের কান্না আমায় কাঁদাচ্ছে?
আর ভীষণভাবে ভাবাচ্ছে?”

সে বলল, “চোপ্‌ বে... আমরা শালা হেদিয়ে মরছি,
আর উনি হেলিকপ্টারে বসে বসে পরিদর্শন করছেন
আর ফ্ল্যাজেলেশন মাড়াচ্ছেন...”

আমাকে কিছু বলার সুযোগ না দিয়েই সে বলে চলল...
“শালা... ত্রিশঙ্কু হয়ে ঝুলে না থেকে সাহস থাকে তো নিচে মাটিতে নাম
ভাল করে বুঝে নে ঠিক কতটা ধানে কতটা চাল হয়।
দ্যাখ ঠিক কত রকম উপায়ে বেঁচে থাকা যায়।

আর যদি সাহস না থাকে তো একেবারে আকাশেই চলে যা... চল্‌ ফোট্‌...
আল্‌গা সান্ত্বনার দরকার নেই আমাদের।”

আমি তখন যুক্তি খুঁজি এড়িয়ে চলার।
দোহাই দিই সীমিত ক্ষমতার
বুঝিয়ে বলি, ঠিক কী কী কারণে আমার পক্ষে কিছু করা সম্ভব নয়।

শুনে সে হাসতে থাকে। আর বলে,
“থাক থাক, তোর ফুটো কেরদানি আমার জানা আছে...
তুই বরং মিনারেল ওয়াটারে চুমুক দিতে দিতে
আড়চোখে একবার রাস্তায় পড়ে থাকা অসুস্থ ভিখারীটার দিকে তাকিয়ে
বন্ধুকে বুঝিয়ে বল, ঠিক কী কী কারণে কলকাতার সাবঅল্টার্ণদের এই দূর্দশা।”

আকাশ আর মাটির মাঝখানে - প্রথম পর্ব

2008-10-06T14:57:00.002+05:30

শেষ

2008-10-06T14:52:00.001+05:30

এমনি করেই জানি শেষ হয়ে যাবে বাঁচার ইচ্ছেটাও
এমনি করেই জানি শেষ হবে জীবনটাই;
“দেখা হয়ে বড্ড ভালো লাগলো,
রাত-ও হল বেশ; আজ তবে যাই?”

রাত অনেক হল... ফিরতে অলরেডি লেট
"এগিয়ে দিতে হবে না, কাছেই তো পার্কের গেট।
রিক্সা পেয়ে যাব তাড়াতাড়িই...
...ডোন্ট ওরি।"

কয়েক মুহূর্ত না হয় কমই পেলে আমায়...
কালের সমূদ্রমাঝে গুটিকয় মুহূর্ত-নিচয়।

O Maa - Fossils

2008-10-04T08:32:00.000+05:30

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The Jumblies - Edward Lear

2008-09-27T20:35:00.003+05:30

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
in a Sieve they went to sea:
in spite of all their friends could say,
on a winter's morn, on a stormy day,

in a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
and everyone cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
they called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
but we don't care a button! We don't care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'

Far and few, far and few,
are the lands where the Jumblies live;
their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
and they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,

in a Sieve they sailed so fast,
with only a beautiful pea-green veil
tied with a riband by way of a sail,
to a small tobacco-pipe mast;
and everyone said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!

For the sky is dark and the voyage is long,
and happen what may, it's extremely wrong
in a Sieve to sail so fast!'
Far and few, far and few,
are the lands where the Jumblies live;
their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
and they went to sea in a Sieve.

The water it soon came in, it did,
the water it soon came in;
so to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
in a pinky paper all folded neat,
and they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
and each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
while round in our Sieve we spin!'

Far and few, far and few,
are the lands where the Jumblies live;
their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
and they went to sea in a Sieve.

And all night long they sailed away;

and when the sun went down,
they whistled and warbled a moony song
to the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
in the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballoo! How happy we are,
when we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,

and all night long in the moonlight pale,
we sail away with a pea-green sail,
in the shade of the mountains brown!'
Far and few, far and few,
are the lands where the Jumblies live;
their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

and they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed to the Western Sea,they did,
to a land all covered with trees,
and they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
and a pound of Rice and a Cranberry Tart,
and a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jackdaws,
and a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
and forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
and no end of Stilton Cheese.
Far and few, far and few,
are the lands where the Jumblics live;
their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
and they went to sea in a Sieve.

And in twenty years they all came back,
in twenty years or more,
and everyone said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore';
and they drank their health, and gave them a feast
of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
and everyone said, 'If only we live,
we too will go to sea in a Sieve,
to the hills of the Chankly Bore!'

Far and few, far and few,
are the lands where the Jumblies live;
their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
and they went to sea in a Sieve.

© Edward Lear

Kichhuta Somoy - Fossils (Lyrics)

2008-09-25T14:32:00.000+05:30

Kichhuta Shomoy bhule jete hoy

Shob shonchoy bedonaar

Moner/ Deher dewal bhenge dite hoy

Kichhuta Shomoy gota duniyar/ Mete uthuk aaj

Aajo tomar kono poth cholar

Khobor ki keu rakhe

Sheki shudure kono byasto shohore

Tobu khunje jaye shudhu tomake

Shomolocoker bolchal

Bhule batela nokol aaj

Dhuko-tukhkho bholo aaj

Bhenge falo shob agol

Jolchho joto jhhonjate

(Shob) pushiye nao majhmaath-e

Joto jhhaposhha din kaate

Toto jigishha hoy probol

Achieve koro goal

Kor shopno-ke shofol

Unmadona-te pagol

Gota prithibi-ta gol

Chhute chol Jute chol

Wrong route-e obichhol

Lokhkho sthir unotir

Shidhdhante atol

Mochho osru Mochho shok

Shhikor-ei spordhha hok

Akromon-e daant nokh

Bolchhe: Rok Sako To Rok

Hochhe chokhe-chokhe paas

Shotruder shorbonash

Champion paabe shhabash

Aar hero gilbe dhok

Aajo tomar bijoy roth chholar

Khobor ki keu rakhe

Sheki shudure kono byasto shohore

Tobu joyi dekhte chay tomake

Scientific Solutions

2008-09-18T22:53:00.001+05:30

क्यों चलती है पवन

Because of evaporation .

क्यों झूमे है गगन
Because of earth's rotation.

क्यों मचलता है मन
Because of disorder in digestion.

ना तुम जानो ना हम !!!

क्यों गुम है हर दिशा
Because u have poor sense of direction

क्यों होता है नशा
Because of drug addiction.

क्यों आता है मजा
Because u enjoy the situation.

ना तुम जानो ना हम !!!

क्यों आती है बहार
Because of change in season.

क्यों होता है करार
Because of taking tension

क्यों होता है प्यार
Because of opposite attraction.

ना तुम जानो ना हम !!!

SCIENCE HAS ALL THE SOLUTIONS

মনখারাপের বিকেলবেলায়

2008-09-16T14:22:00.004+05:30

মনখারাপের বিকেলবেলায় আকাশ তখন কাঁদছিল
একটুখানি ভেজার জন্য সাধছিল।

কিন্তু আমি যাইনি তখন, আমার তখন কাজ ছিল।
স্বপ্নগুলো বুকের ভেতর বাজছিল।

"শিশিরগুলো জমিয়ে রেখো", বলেছিলাম আকাশকে
দমিয়ে রেখে মনেই ইচ্ছা-বাতাসকে।

দিনের শেষে সন্ধ্যা নামে, দুচোখ তখন কাঁদছিল,
একটুখানি ভেজার বড় সাধ ছিল।

One day passed

2008-09-14T23:49:00.002+05:30

One day have passed. Politicians are again making promises...

Delhi Blasts: How many needs to die before it's "too late"?

2008-09-13T20:12:00.010+05:30

As of now, at least 18 people have died and nearly 90 others injured in the New Delhi serial blasts (source: NDTV). First Hydrabad, then Jaipur, next Ahmadabad and now it is Delhi again. Same type of blasts, same type of equipments and may be done by the same group too. And home ministry is saying, "All are low intensity blasts." Wow!!!

Yes, I do feel India is becoming more and more a soft target for the terrorism. If the IB, and other intelligence organizations of the central govt. were doing their duties how these things happen I don't know. Irresponsible. What else can I call the officials? Taking grands of money (take into account the hike after 6th pay commission also) and not doing their duty. I know it is a lot more easier to say than do, but yet, it is the officials and police upon whom we rely in terms of security. And govt. is bound to provide it's citizens a secure life which possibly it doesn't. There is irresponsibility in terms of investigation and in terms of prosecutions also. After these kinds of heinous events, this is the very image of the govt. that is projected upon common citizens like me.

The second thing is, I feel, Indians are very much akin in escaping the rules. We freely enter the station through the exits, freely drop garbage in wherever we can, freely encourage auto rickshaws to break the traffic rules, freely smoke in "No Smoking" railway compartments and petrol pumps, freely take articles in the train which is prohibited, freely bend the law wherever we can.

And here in India we find lobbyists working for even the most dreaded extremists and criminals. The kind heart of our netas cry for ALL. We heard UP leaders working hard for lifting the ban upon SIMI. We saw rallys in favour of the mercy petition of Md. Afzal. Treating the people of India as vote banks and dividing them in sects, casts, religions and playing ill schemes... how long these will go on?

I saw two friends in a park which seemed to me the Paalki Bazaar rooftop, the boy and the girl both was blown in a blast. Two policemen was dragging the boy in blue shirt in one side and four other people was taking the girl with blue denim and yellow kurti in the opposite side. There was blood all over the girl's face and shoulder and blood was dripping all over the concrete floor.

I could have been in Delhi right now if things didn't get messed up a few days back. I could have taken the M.Tech course at JNU... and I could have been one among the list. But as long as we are safe we should just sit and enjoy the news in the TV during the breaks of our favorite soap opera. But who knows? May be it's our city next in the list to be blown...

I know this is the very things they want to achieve. To inject panic in our heart. To make us feel insecure all the way. But what we need to do is react not get panicked.

Please....

Try to follow the rules all the way. Rules are designed to help and protect us. You do not become a HERO when you break the rules.
Please react when the man next to you lights up a cigarette in a rail compartment. Please say you are having problem in it. Please react when you see wrongs are being done. If we all become like Satyendra Dubey, no more Satyendra Dubey will get killed. Even now, I strongly feel most of us are noble by heart. Just show externally what you feel internally. Don't keep mum.
Please help your fellow citizen when he/she needs it. Please don't try to avoid situations.
Please do not get panicked and spread panic and rumors.

We all, if we act together, can keep India a safe and secure place to live.

Jai Hind.

নির্ঝরের স্বপ্নভঙ্গ - রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর

2008-09-08T23:47:00.001+05:30

আজি এ প্রভাতে রবির কর
কেমনে পশিল প্রাণের 'পর,
কেমনে পশিল গুহার আঁধারে প্রভাতপাখির গান!
না জানি কেন রে এতদিন পরে জাগিয়া উঠিল প্রাণ।
জাগিয়া উঠেছে প্রাণ,
ওরে উথলি উঠেছে বারি,
ওরে প্রাণের বাসনা প্রাণের আবেগ রুধিয়া রাখিতে নারি।
থর থর করি কাঁপিছে ভূধর,
শিলা রাশি রাশি পড়িছে খসে,
ফুলিয়া ফুলিয়া ফেনিল সলিল
গরজি উঠিছে দারুণ রোষে।
হেথায় হোথায় পাগলের প্রায়
ঘুরিয়া ঘুরিয়া মাতিয়া বেড়ায়--

বাহিরিতে চায়, দেখিতে না পায় কোথায় কারার দ্বার।
কেন রে বিধাতা পাষাণ হেন,
চারি দিকে তার বাঁধন কেন!
ভাঙ্ রে হৃদয়, ভাঙ্ রে বাঁধন,
সাধ্ রে আজিকে প্রাণের সাধন,
লহরীর 'পরে লহরী তুলিয়া
আঘাতের 'পরে আঘাত কর্।
মাতিয়া যখন উঠেছে পরান
কিসের আঁধার, কিসের পাষাণ!
উথলি যখন উঠেছে বাসনা
জগতে তখন কিসের ডর!

আমি ঢালিব করুণাধারা,
আমি ভাঙিব পাষাণকারা,
আমি জগৎ প্লাবিয়া বেড়াব গাহিয়া
আকুল পাগল-পারা।
কেশ এলাইয়া, ফুল কুড়াইয়া,
রামধনু-আঁকা পাখা উড়াইয়া,
রবির কিরণে হাসি ছড়াইয়া দিব রে পরাণ ঢালি।
শিখর হইতে শিখরে ছুটিব,
ভূধর হইতে ভূধরে লুটিব,
হেসে খলখল গেয়ে কলকল তালে তালে দিব তালি।
এত কথা আছে, এত গান আছে, এত প্রাণ আছে মোর,
এত সুখ আছে, এত সাধ আছে-- প্রাণ হয়ে আছে ভোর।।

কী জানি কী হল আজি, জাগিয়া উঠিল প্রাণ--
দূর হতে শুনি যেন মহাসাগরের গান।
ওরে, চারিদেকে মোর
এ কী কারাগার ঘোর--
ভাঙ্ ভাঙ্ ভাঙ্ কারা, আঘাতে আঘাত কর্।
ওরে আজ কী গান গেয়েছে পাখি,
এসেছে রবির কর।।

Close Your Eyes

2008-09-07T23:31:00.003+05:30

Close your eyes, and think some thing beyond. Think something new that you never thought before. Let your imagination fly and you fly as well with her. In places you never gone before... in things that never are.

What do you see?

It's a lot fun... believe me... just do it. Just close your eyes and shut your mind inside and let it be at it wants to be. Let your mind think freely and you type what you see.

Ok I am testing it now...

I see a long road. With high rises in both of the sides (probably an effect of Mafia), This is a kind of flyover. At one side there are stretch of high rises and high rises; the other side can not be seen. I see a man, slim, medium height with red-black check full sleeve shirt and a black formal trouser running on the flyover. There is no cars...

Now i see that man (and that road) beside a grassy field, the man is running and running... only the back side of the man can be seen; i can not see his face.

The running is more like a exercise kind of thing than running for some cause. The man is quite agile.

The man stops near a old house... very old in deed with green door... he enters it.

(That's all folks...)

The Semester Times (Those days ain't way back)

2008-08-22T00:04:00.001+05:30

मैं कभी बतलाता नहीं... पर semester से डरता हूँ मैं माँ ...|
यूं तो मैं दिखलाता नहीं ... grades की परवाह करता हूँ मैं माँ ..|
तुझे सब है पता ....है न माँ ||

किताबों में ...यूं न छोडो मुझे..
chapters के नाम भी न बतला पाऊँ माँ |
वह भी तो ...इतने सारे हैं....
याद भी अब तो आ न पाएं माँ ...|

क्या इतना गधा हूँ मैं माँ ..
क्या इतना गधा हूँ मैं माँ ..||

जब भी कभी ..invigilator मुझे ..
जो गौर से ..आँखों से घूरता है माँ ...
मेरी नज़र ..ढूंढे qstn paper...सोचूं यही ..
कोई सवाल तो बन जायेगा.....||

उनसे में ...यह कहता नहीं ..बगल वाले से टापता हूँ मैं माँ |
चेहरे पे ...आने देता नहीं...दिल ही दिल में घबराता हूँ माँ ||

तुझे सब है पता .. है न माँ ..|
तुझे सब है पता ..है न माँ ..||

मैं कभी बतलाता नहीं... par semester से डरता हूँ मैं माँ ...|
यूं तो मैं दिखलाता नहीं ... grades की परवाह करता हूँ मैं माँ ..|
तुझे सब है पता ....है न माँ ||
तुझे सब है पता ....है न माँ ||

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(I found this somewhere)

হাবিজাবি

2008-08-20T22:27:00.003+05:30

দিনকয় যায় কি না যায়... অধম ব্লগে যাতা ভাটায়।

আজকাল পাঠকেরা বাংলা দেখলেই তফাৎ যাচ্ছে। মানে বুঝে ফেলছে নিরন্তর ভাট শুরু হল...

কিন্তু কি করব দাদা? সারাদিন ধরে যা যা ভাজাভুজি করলাম তার চাট্টি ভাগ দেব না?

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কী আনন্দ!!!! ২০ দিন পরে ব্রডব্যান্ড ঠিক হল কাল। তার মানে বারো দিনে হাজারচব্বিশ এম্বি!!!! হেঁ হেঁ হেঁ... কি কি নাবাবো আর কি কি নাবাবো না তাই ভেবেই কুল পাচ্ছি না।
(আনলিমিটেডের বাবুরা এ ব্লগ পড়েন না)

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চলবে(?)

HZBRL

2008-08-19T17:38:00.003+05:30

Aaaha... My Broadband is back again! And i am again up with my diary-type posts. Ok I have very very limited tim. I need to get out of my room and reach there 6 pm.

Mafia is a cool game when the realistic behavior matters. You can roam around a city, use trains or trams, can walk into place or in other times drive by the roads and alleys. Besides, it has, racing, car chasing, driving, shooting, shooting while driving, stealth action, gun fight, dogs, padestrians, lots of things to interact with.... It is cool except the Race mission....

Bye as of now... I am in a HURRY!!!!!!!!!

Chatting with a virtual entity.

2008-08-19T13:07:00.003+05:30

Here i will present a conversation with a chatterbot based on Paris Hilton. The bot is available in one of my previous post. I am copy pasting one of my conversation with the AI because I found that really amazing. Can you believe the conversation given below is actually with a virtual entity!!!!!

Here it is:

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Paris: Welcome to Paris land. Here everything is about me, me, me!
You: Guess who i am!
Paris: Quit teasing me! Come on. Tell me now.
You: I have already told you my name.
Paris: You did? Oops. Where did I drift off to when you told me that I wonder? Tell me again.
You: Ok. This is for the last time.
Paris: It is? That's an interesting observation.
You: My name is Rimi.
Paris: My name is Paris. Isn't that weird. Your name is pretty cool.
You: Do you know someone called France?
Paris: I don't know anyone French. Do you Rimi?
You: Nor am i. Tell me, where do you live?
Paris: I'm at my day spa, just checking some online things before going for a massage.
You: What is the time by your watch now?
Paris: Oh, I'm on LA time so it won't be the same as your time
You: That's why I am asking.
Paris: Have I not answered you?
You: No
Paris: Ok then Rimi.
You: Then what?
Paris: Then what do you think?
You: I asked you the time.
Paris: Yeah but I can't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound totally stupid
You: Hmm. You don't have that kind of programming.
Paris: Hmmmm is good right? Or is it bad. or does that just mean undecided?
You: Hmm means I agree.
Paris: So you should, I'm always right

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Isn't it kool?

BanglaEd in Javascript

2008-08-19T01:30:00.004+05:30

Hi!
I am now working on porting BanglaEd in Javascript. Here is the first peek of the same. This project is far from being completed but as this is nothing but a web page, i can release as soon as i do a little bit. So, the first 'little bit' is here.

What is BanglaEd?
BanglaEd is a Unicode based Bangla text editor. It has been previously developed in C/C++ and Java. Now work is being done to do the same using Javascript.

How to Type in BanglaEd?
Just put your cursor in the text box marked as "Type Here" and you can see Bangla text just below it. Use the Reset button to wipe out everything.

Where is the key-map?
The key-map or which-English-letter-stands-for-which-Bangla-Letter is given below :

a -> অ | A -> আ | i -> ই | I -> ঈ | u -> উ | U -> ঊ | R -> ঋ | _____ | e -> এ | E -> ঐ | o -> ও | O -> ঔ

k -> ক | K -> খ | g -> গ | G -> ঘ | q -> ঙ |
c -> চ | C -> ছ | j -> জ | J -> ঝ | Q -> ঞ |
x -> ট | X -> ঠ | z -> ড | Z -> ঢ | N -> ণ |
t -> ত | T -> থ | d -> দ | D -> ধ | n -> ন |
p -> প | f -> ফ | b -> ব | v -> ভ | m -> ম |

y -> য | r -> র | l -> ল | _____ | S -> শ | F -> ষ | s -> স | h -> হ |

w -> ড় | W -> ঢ় | Y -> য় | P -> ৎ |
M -> ং | H -> ঃ | ^ -> ঁ |

` -> হসন্ত (্‌)

But how to write "Yuktakkshars"?
Note: To type 'Yuktakshars', use hasant intuitively. For example, to write
ক্ষ, type 'k' followed by '`' (hasant) followed by 'F'.

Similarly,

ঞ্জ = Q + ` + j

প্র = p + ` + r

র্প = r + ` + p

প্য = p + ` + y

E.g. to write আশ্চর্য্য type: a + S + ` + c + r + ` + y + ` + y

I can not see any Bangla. Only see some Boxes or Question marks. Why?
You need Unicode support in your system. Read this for help.

Where can I find the C/C++ or Java version?
T C/C++ version haven't been uploaded. But you can find the Java version (executable JAR file) from here with PDF documentation available here.

These programs are far from being complete, and some bugs are there.
That's why this is still in ALPHA version. ;)

Why bother about a JavaScript version?
The JavaScript version can be used within a web page where Bangla input is required but client side Bangla input support may not be provided always. JavaScript is available with almost ANY browser now a days so, doing input in Bangla in web pages will be a lot more easier.

Now you can check the thing out:
You Need IFrame Support

Freedom of Decisions

2008-08-15T23:13:00.004+05:30

Today is the Independence Day of the Democratic, Sovereign Republic of India. Today we become a 61 year young nation.

And we are free. And even with the vote bank politics often playing on cast-cards, we remain primarily a secular and liberal nation.

But what is freedom?

Freedom means having the liberty of making your own choices. Yes, this includes the wrong ones too. It’s about the liberty of making free choice about which song you sing, which dress you wear, which God you follow (or the liberty of not following any if you are an agnostic), which language you speak etc. etc. provided that these choices of you does not harm that of others.

What about making choices?

Do we always have an option? "When the only choice is perhaps the wrong one, it’s more like FATE."

Or when the closure of our thought comes, we bound to choose an option which is more like the result of a random experiment than a logical outcome.

I know this article is also getting messy like always. Diverting from where it started and flowing without any proper direction. In fact, this is another messy post flowing with the flow of my already messed up mind.

The question however, is simple. Can you make any logical decision? While taking a decision you start thinking with respect to a set of theory-judgment-prescriptions and a point of view. Let’s call these theory-judgment-prescriptions as the ‘options’ you have. Of course, you can have many more options to choose from (rather other decisions to take) which are outside this set. But these are not our concern because the universe is infinite and in any point of time you can have no less number of possible choices than infinite itself. So, let’s say that we can not bring up any new ideas while the decision making process is on. This means taking a decision means choosing one from the options.

The entry point of decision making process is when you start thinking with a set of options and a point of view. Then the implications of each option starts becoming clear to you and you go into a comparative analysis of the implications involved which is called opening. But the implications of even a small decision can be infinite. So, we can not afford a real thorough thinking with all of the details involved because we can not keep thinking forever. So, after a certain period we say “Ok, that’s it. After thinking this much it seems this choice is the better one to take.” And we come to a decision and act. This is called closure.

Even if we engage ourselves a real looooooong time in thinking we may not end up at a right decision. Which seems to be the right decision at this moment may be proved to be the worst possible mistake because of the changing time. With the flow of time people change, situation changes, affinity changes, relation changes and so change you. Like the booming IT sector of 2006 crashes with some sort of things called US Recession, Rupee Appreciation, Indian Economic Slowdown and Blah-Blah…

(May be continued…)

Blogging from Delhi

2008-07-13T12:46:00.001+05:30

How does it feel when you are away from home. After a day long journey in Poorva Exp I reached now delhi and got into a hotel... and now as usual passing useless time in a Delhi cyber Cafe...

10 rupees for half an hour, this means i still have 10 minutes left. This marked amount of time is a bit peculier. You can not just dump and go, yet, youo can not sit and think to... deliver a better post.

Ha Ha Ha

I know it is rubbish as usual. I am not even properly using the spell checker.

Anyways bye...

(The computer table makes my wrist ache)

Chat with PARIS!!!!

2008-07-10T20:45:00.001+05:30

Passing thoughts....

The Whimsical Didi and the Shaheed Rail Minister

Too Hot to Touch: Why branded products are so costly?

Why I actually liked Ra.ONE

Baajlo Tomar Aalor Benu -- Mahishasurmardini and Us

Passing Thoughts

রাঙিয়ে দিয়ে যাও

রাঙিয়ে দিয়ে যাও - ১

One More Time, One More Chance

Help With Care - a 60 Seconds UNCUT Movie (and the making of it)

Crossing the pipes

Mirch - Movie review

Eatables, Drinkables etc.

Saraswati puja 2011 at IIT Bombay

Urus Mela at Chancawalli

DSpace at West Bengal State Central Library -- Digital Library for Bengali Books

আমি মারের সাগর পাড়ী দেব

Suchitra Mitra version

Ganer Opare version from youtube:

Movie Review: V for Vendetta

হে ভৈরব শক্তি দাও

I got a strange spam today

Full day break

Setting up PHP within Apache Tomcat

First day Second Show

Creating Multiple Processes under Windows (repost)

Creating Threads in Windows

Being mad in Mumbai rain.. Childhood returns

ভোর

Retrograde and Anterograde Amnesia

Sealdah Episode

I have Just Completed Alchemist

Bhalobasa kare koy

কতবার ভেবেছিনু

Gloomy Evening Sets In

John Denver -- Leaving On a Jet Plane

Knowledge-based Information Retrieval with Wikipedia. -- David Milne

শ্রীজাতের লেখা

Yet Another Fiction - issue 2

Another Fiction

Rahman - 5th issue

In a cludy afternoon like this

নিরন্তর ভাট (আবার)

Why is copying bad?

Rahman - Why there is no more issues

Google Translation

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译文 अनुवाद

Never Passed a Bijoya Like This

Lazy morning

Do I write too few blogs?

I have so many things to share!

Cream of the crop: 69 of top 100 JEE rankers pick IIT-Bombay

The Heat is On

My Blog is again AD FREE

Rahman - 4th Issue

Next version of my website

Worst Movies I have seen in my life

Rahman - Issue 3

Standard for Project Success

Happy New Year

Concept of Infinite in Ancient India from īśopaniṣad

মনে ভাবনা তবু (Mone Bhabna Tobu) - মহীনের ঘোড়াগুলি

New banner in blog

More cartoons

Mome er aaka chhobi

BAD Cartoons

Some mad translation...

Fashion - Movie Review

Problem Solving

উঠে যাওয়া সিঁড়ি - চন্দ্রবিন্দু

Hello vs One Night @ Call Center

শুভ বিজয়া

Puja

Chats

আজি নবমী নিশি --- আর পোহাইও না

নবমীর শেষ দুপুর

আকাশ আর মাটির মাঝখানে - দ্বিতীয় পর্ব

আকাশ আর মাটির মাঝখানে - প্রথম পর্ব

শেষ

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