Saturday, July 15, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
I make people uncomfotable...
Sigh…! I make women uncomfortable, and something tells me that this is just half the story. And for once, I don’t want to hear the rest of it.
Apparently, women don’t like it when people can talk about sex without ahem-ing and err-ing. So, what is the big deal anyway, eh? Face it…someday you will realize that you want to have kids and I am pretty sure that you know storks don’t bring home little babies. And, if God had wanted to make sex a bad thing then he wouldn’t have made it so enjoyable.
But maybe I am wrong…sex is over rated.
I wish I could make people disappear.
Apparently, women don’t like it when people can talk about sex without ahem-ing and err-ing. So, what is the big deal anyway, eh? Face it…someday you will realize that you want to have kids and I am pretty sure that you know storks don’t bring home little babies. And, if God had wanted to make sex a bad thing then he wouldn’t have made it so enjoyable.
But maybe I am wrong…sex is over rated.
I wish I could make people disappear.
Friday, July 07, 2006
So...
This is an attempt at writing after a really really long time. The last few did not manage to even hit double - digits in terms of the number of lines or for that matter, manage to get off the mark in making sense.
After, trying to evade writing code for the project that I am doing I figured out that there was no way out. The only way I was going to be even a shred closer to coming up with something new, or even learn something was by getting my hands dirty. The funny thing is that it wasn’t all that bad when I got down to doing it – yes – it took me three failed attempts before I came up with a working program. There were a lot of things that I learned in course of the attempt – including things that I thought were pointless in college partially because they seemed hard to understand or were taught by useless teachers.
There is something that we all forget when we step into college. It’s probably the euphoria that is result of cracking an all-India examination, doing maybe passably well enough to get a seat in a college of national repute. Agreed that the teaching in colleges in India leaves much to be desired, but there is some little good in it surely. I am not trying to defend bad teaching, all I am saying is that maybe we should try to listen a little more in class – even if the teacher is a sadistic bitch, a BSc flunker or a wig-wearing sex-deprived fascist.
Somewhere in that mess that they dole out is a sliver of useful information that is useful. Ask me. KC talked all about how he asked his wife for her opinion while buying shirts but in the end still picked up the nasty yellow one with lime-green polka dots. Somewhere in the middle of all that he happened to mention what a trie was. Turns out that this thing is a very good way of storing lexically ordered stuff. My entire code hinges on the fact that searching in tries takes linear time when implemented with linked lists. Icing…a generous 5000 buck stipend for two whole months. And tax-free.
And, before all you bigshots doing bigshot internships say something – my guide said he would be more than happy to give me a reference.
After, trying to evade writing code for the project that I am doing I figured out that there was no way out. The only way I was going to be even a shred closer to coming up with something new, or even learn something was by getting my hands dirty. The funny thing is that it wasn’t all that bad when I got down to doing it – yes – it took me three failed attempts before I came up with a working program. There were a lot of things that I learned in course of the attempt – including things that I thought were pointless in college partially because they seemed hard to understand or were taught by useless teachers.
There is something that we all forget when we step into college. It’s probably the euphoria that is result of cracking an all-India examination, doing maybe passably well enough to get a seat in a college of national repute. Agreed that the teaching in colleges in India leaves much to be desired, but there is some little good in it surely. I am not trying to defend bad teaching, all I am saying is that maybe we should try to listen a little more in class – even if the teacher is a sadistic bitch, a BSc flunker or a wig-wearing sex-deprived fascist.
Somewhere in that mess that they dole out is a sliver of useful information that is useful. Ask me. KC talked all about how he asked his wife for her opinion while buying shirts but in the end still picked up the nasty yellow one with lime-green polka dots. Somewhere in the middle of all that he happened to mention what a trie was. Turns out that this thing is a very good way of storing lexically ordered stuff. My entire code hinges on the fact that searching in tries takes linear time when implemented with linked lists. Icing…a generous 5000 buck stipend for two whole months. And tax-free.
And, before all you bigshots doing bigshot internships say something – my guide said he would be more than happy to give me a reference.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Bah...!
The Germans are rough lot. The Italians are the biggest fakers. At least, Totti's wife is a pornstar!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
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