My cup of java

Status update:

Rediscovering the joys of programming in Java.
Those days of jdk and notepad with javap to your rescue is back again.

This time it s more that just another subject in your college.

I once wrote…

Angelic face of yours may be taken away from my sight

Your sweet words may be years apart
Your touch unfelt by me
Your presence inevitably far but

Darling none can take what belongs to me – your heart.
I will forever live with your thoughts
in my mind..and love in my heart..sweetheart

I breathe your scent in the  air I am breathing
I see ya in the clouds of the sky under the sun..

I promise I’ll send my love through the birds of the sky and pass
them through the tides of the oceans carry it in the arms of the wind..

Darling at dawn..
I’ll touch you with a gentle breeze in the night and again
I see your radiance in the moon that gleams with our passion in the sky

I reckon it only returns month and again to

look forward when both of us will walk hand in hand under her rays.
no matter what darling..

I always say one thing to myself(and now to you )
my love for you..
remains glued  in my heart and..

I wonder’d what glue it my be
the answer was your name

Darling none can take what belongs to me – your heart.
I will forever live with your thoughts
in my mind..and love in my heart..sweetheart

with kisses and hugs more than the stars of the night sky
I remain forever yours and still..

I once wrote this to one of the  loveliest  creature I’ve ever known.

Lost

The initial excitement is now over. Just for the record I was not that excited to start with.

Bloody buses here have name boards in kannada. Was forced to show myself as a lazy latecomer these days.

Reason: Taking wrong buses.

Just so you know, be wary of private buses. Buggers will tell you anything to get your money. Govt. buses are not that great too. Any and everyone needs to ask before boarding a bus.

Such a city yet they don’t have name boards in English for the kannada ignorant like me.

I suck at C

Years of learning and

I still suck at C.

Rethinking in C

Rethinking in C.
Nothing much.

Singh == Kinng

It seems Singh is gonna be Kinng again.

libexpat.so.0 missing during gpsbabel install.

Tried to install GPSBabel Version 1.3.6
on my Fedora 9/10 mixed install.

Though had both expat and expat-devel installed.
A missing libexpat.so.0 kept bothering me.

Though I haad libexpat.so.1, the complains.

Tried to fool it by linking libexpat.so.0 to libexpat.so.1 but failed.

Read somewhere that compat-expat1 would solve the problem. Tried it out. It live up to its name.

Get it from here.

http://rpm.pbone.net/index.php3/stat/4/idpl/9852525/com/compat-expat1-1.95.8-3.i386.rpm.html

Can’t overclock my brain

Think I’m growing old. 

Can’t pull off an all-nighter these days.  Remembering the old days of cramming and hackign.

The brain virutally shuts down with lack of  activity these days. Missing the daily dose of CZERO all these years  has brought my reflexes down. 

Depression creeps in at unusual times. 

Need to find something stronger than lager these days.

A visit to the Diary farm

Technically speaking District Livestock farm of the animal husbandry in Kandal.

Started around 4 from home and reached the place after sometime with Anand, Deepak and Ram, Chetan was sleeping I guess, so he didn’t join us. 

The size of the Jersey cows this time was disappointing. 

If I am not mistaken there were Friesian cows too.  

Last time (a couple of years ago) they looked like dinosaurs in miniature. 

And sound a terrifying ‘moo’. Touching them is not for the faint hearted(believe me.)

They are mainly used here for diary and in the preservation of semen. Which would later be used for artificial insemination. 

The last time we went to the lab there and found them preserving samples in straw like containers inside LN2 cylinders.

Have you ever touched LN2? They try to freeze your bone. If you stay at it you may find yourself breaking your fingers to bits. 

All in all the vast expanse of the farm was good to see. The cows were pretty tolerant on the intrusion. 

Photos are coming.

One would probably need some kind of permission to see this place but it’s worth the trouble.

A scary hairy deal

Here goes:

The last time I remember entering  a  hair dresser’s was almost a year ago. To be precise July of 08 (The day still haunts me) just before my graduation.  

Since then I have refused to get a haircut for many reasons, the prominent one being: Who cares?

It seems I have scared enough people with my hairstyle that they tried to talk me into getting a cut.

From all the aunties and their daughters,  they want my hair to be cut. 

Being who I’m (Stubborn and half-witted) it’s needless to say they couldn’t convince me. 

 

Enter Ma:

Said she’ll pay me if I get my haircut. 

Well, I’m a reasonable man. (You know that!)

You can imagine what came next.