tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66458058281308804222009-11-11T10:17:54.015+05:30It's ugly, it would put you off, but you can't do without it nevertheless. That's me, that's Mahul Bhattacharya.<b>Mahul Bhattacharya</b>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06371128408504646118mbhattacharyarules@gmail.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645805828130880422.post-81860541893426664962009-11-10T17:10:00.003+05:302009-11-10T17:50:41.176+05:30

Ahemmm, ahemm, I'm blogging after...... lemme see.......3 months!!Well, today's one of those rare lucky days, when I have nothing to do (that goes only for the next few minutes, touchwood) and I am still not worrying how I am supposed to show in my ILC(timesheet) what I was doing during this time.For updates, the pretty gal who sits in front of me hasn't reported to work today(before you think I

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Yes I am.I am stuck in a company. More specifically, I am stuck in a training room. The trainer fumbles while executing a simple C++ program and wonders whether "Using namespace std" ends in a semicolon. He has no idea that C++ codes can be compiled using "g++". What are we doing?? We are learning Object Oriented Programming Concepts (OOPS) in two whole days!!This is an absolute mockery of my B.E

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It was the summer of 2001 when God Narayana decided that he had enough. Kalyug was a mess, and it was time for him to descend upon it and cleanse the earth as he had done in the previous Yugs.The job had to be done, and God Narayana knew that he had delayed it long enough. But then it was never easy. It was troublesome adjusting to the peculiar ways of the humans. The humans had a wide variety of

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Sitting on a bench in a railway compartment munching a stale hot chicken patties, it occurred to me that life was not fair. For example, the stale hot chicken patties that came without tomato sauce (courtesy a shop at the station) had cost me fourteen bucks. Not fair. First, the only place where I could find chicken was in the name. Next, the little square piece of baked or fried or whatever

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Dr. B. Kar stepped back from his table. He had begun to sweat profusely. Not that he wasn't used to the heat. His life had never been easy. He took out his dirty handkerchief and mopped his brow. He was almost there.It all came back to him.He was born into an average middle class family. Very simple and very normal and very accepted. Until the day he was born. For he was anything, but normal.He

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But Bella was different. She worked with B. Kar in the lab where he did his research. He had met her when he joined as a researcher in the lab after completing his PhD. B. Kar had performed exceedingly well in college. But his social life was still the same. True, people no longer abused him, but he knew that he was still a loner, an outcast. He was awarded honors and recognized multiple times.

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Sometimes I have these weird whims.All of a sudden, I decided to create a rebel version of myself. So I sit glued to photoshop for an entire evening. I was trying to create a message for the world, just when I am about to leave college and move into it.And this is what I ended up with.I am really displeased with the end result. But I am a rebel now, and that means I don't care whether what I come

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Let me tell you a story.Mr. X gets up at 7 every morning. He shaves and shits and drinks his coffee and showers and all that. He switches a few channels and catches up with the stocks on their ever crazy journey. By this time his kid is ready and Mr. X drops him off at school.Beautiful Mrs. X. gives Mr. X a long list of what she wants for her household. She complains about that trip he had

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What do you do when you have nothing interesting to write about? And when you desperately want to post something?The answer is simple. You post something boring. :DThe college cultural fest was a cacophony of people, emotions, expectations and what not. That is why I love fests. From excited first years dying to get their few moments of on stage fame to frustrated fourth years scouting for pretty

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In a now famous speech at Stanford graduation, Steve Jobs once talked about a piece on death. It said, "If you live each day as if it were your last, some day, you will certainly be right".I'm not really open to the idea of dying anytime in near future, but a bit of introspection always helps. If I were to die tonight, could I look back and believe that there's nothing with my life that I would

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Hello blogging world!!I'm back. After a hugely successful stint in the college technical festival, INSTRUO as Internal Coordinator. This would rank amongst the most satisfying experiences of my life.As a part of the package, comes the hype and the recognition. Only to dwindle and die away with time. Not that I'm complaining one bit. Yeah, I impressed lots of people. And as usual, none of them

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After twenty years of soul searching, I finally found the answer.I've never found true love. I've never seen phenomenal success or phenomenal luck. I never got any richer overnight. Forget true love, no one ever showed any romantic interest in me. Every night, after I lie down and till I start to snore, I wonder where the problem lies.But no more guys, 'cause I found the answer last night.".....

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What's up, everybody??The last few days have been quite eventful. I was depressed, I was happy, I was confused... life has been strange. I was burdened with responsibilities. And the burden will continue till the 12th of April, perhaps even longer. I hardly find to time blog these days. Sorry blogger buddies, I really could not catch up with your blogs through this time.Life's strange. Through

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I sincerely feel that I should sketch more. But I don't. Maybe because I never saw any future with my little talent. Or it might be that I was more interested in science and technology. Whatever, though my career as an artist is over, there's no harm in wielding a pencil once in a while.I'm currently trying to do one, so I thought a little bit of appreciation could help keep my spirits high. I

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Divya called me a thoughtful blogger on the award function on her blog. The occasion was the birthday of her blog - Petals and Pebbles. Thank you buddy!Richa has tagged me. I had to ask her what a tag meant :D, I'm really pathetic with some things. And since I had nothing to do, and the idea was nice, and Richa asked me not to let her down, I decided to do this tag.Well, the idea is to list 25

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I'm sure I would be heavily regretting writing this post in a matter of hours. But I will still go ahead.It all started this morning when a friend wrote an orkut testimonial for me ( I still dunno what I'm doing on orkut, and why I haven't deleted my account yet. But the funny thing is that it does not seem likely that I would be deleting my account any time in near future). And he wrote the

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We once had this poster on our wall with this pic of a tiger lazying in the grass and the captionI would, if I could.But I can't, so I won't.That perfectly defines my state of mind on VDay eve.Being the man of few words that I am, that's all I would like to say.

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Life's weird.It's been a month since I wrote something thanks to exams. All along, I had been planning to write that post. But one evening I watched October Sky and I am writing about something so completely different.It's a movie about following your dreams. Dreams that sound so impossible that the world laughs at them. Dreams that do not seem logical, not even remotely possible. It's the story

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(This post is directly inspired by Big K's criticism about the recent fundraiser, Rock on for humanity.)This is perhaps, a very cynical and obtuse view of high profile fundraisers. But after you are through with this article, (assuming you are patient enough to bear with my crap), if you feel that there is an iota of sense in what I've put down, I would consider myself successful.Let us consider

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Love nerds, hate nerds - You can't deny that nerds are everywhere. Nerds aren't normal guys - So it's better that you learn to identify a nerd when you see one.Here's a checklist of what you need to look for to know that you are looking at a nerd.Glasses - Look for those spects. A nerd is incomplete without them and a nerd without them is not a pure nerd.Nerds can't stand people fumbling with

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98.53??Yep, that's my CAT percentile.How do I feel?To appreciate my feelings at this, I need to take you through a bit of history.It all started in November, 2007 when I took one of the worst decisions of my life. The decision was to appear for CAT, 08. So I enrolled myself for a course by paying a ridiculously hefty amount to an institute. Classes started by mid-January.By mid-February, the

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MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR (all belated) to all my readers.For the past few days, I've been frustrated with the way things have shaped up. My work on the search program and the IC tester is stuck. To add to that, the final year project on 3D IC testing algorithms has still not taken off. My singleton status prevails and I continually keep switching between ready to mingle and not ready to

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I've been bestowed with my first ever award, and it's a gift and not exactly an award.Now this award is special for two reasons. First, it's my first original award. And second, this gift comes from a really witty person Richa.Thank you buddy!!

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If you are an engineering guy staying in your college hostel using an internet connection shared over a LAN, you know what I mean. If you aren't, read on.If you are a person with a fat wallet and a high speed internet connection, you will never appreciate this post. You might say, a slow connection means pages load slow, isn't that all? No, you buggers, it is NOT.Here's what happens when you have

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It's over.What is over??Lots of things, actually. The last few days have been hectic. My quaint sleepy life was burdened with responsibilities, and I had to work for many more hours than I am comfortable. I missed reading the blogs I visit and I could not manage to write the one post I have been wanting to post for quite a few days.A few days ago, I was chatting with a blogger friend.A few more

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