Data structures and placements

Who would have thought that one day a mere tree (the binary one) could get you through the portals of IT giants. That all those Rayleigh distributions, and multi process control statements would be nothing but well mmm.. nothing in front of the almighty C and C++.

Since the blogger and his friends have succumbed to the almighty authority of the single letter C, they are hereby paying their allegiance by developing the all new Data-Struct-Smilies, hence forth to be referred to as DSS in the Pint-OS compiler kernel.

What is Pint-OS?

You donno? Sorry, we don’t entertain the jobless. smirks.

Anyways, contribute to the list. Promote and Add.

~ Rohit Pande and Rohit Bahl.

The Last Lecture

This one is awesome. If I were ever to name a book that I loved the most, this would be my bestest. (if there is such a word, that is)

Tags: childhood dreams, stuff toys, zero gravity, Disney, emotions, Love, Life, Inspiration and much more.

an excerpt:

Do you know a child who got everything he ever wanted?

‘No’ what happened next?

Well, he lived happily ever after

more on bombay.

Perhaps as the comments followed, I was quite emotional/cynical about my views on the Bombay blasts. Maybe I should have laid the ground realities (status quo) of ‘them’ to ‘us’ properly. But then, ignorance if you may say, shrouded my judgment powers and hence I wrote the post. Quite interestingly, Salil Tripathy writes a hard hitting snap on the city called Bombay. Link here: Bombay burning.

New York has been attacked, London has faced—and avoided—attacks. Israelis are used to dealing with terror. And yet, the perception about India is that it takes these attacks in, as if nothing has happened. Returning to normalcy is an important part of dealing with terror. Preventing terror, and making people feel secured without imposing arbitrary restrictions on their lives, without suspecting individuals because of the collective they may belong to—religion, caste, language—and inspiring a sense of security among those who want to trust the law: these are the things a government must do. And it is in that area that the state has failed its people.

Fixing that also requires greater political participation. South Bombay, the epicenter of the attacks, is among the wealthiest parts of the country. And yet, that parliamentary constituency routinely has low turnout during elections. Voters don’t turn out for municipal elections as well. They must register their voice, they must protest, through the power the Indian constitution gives them, and elect a government that delivers, and not one that gets in through default, due to overall apathy. India has a phrase—chalta hai—this will go on. That must not do. Bombay’s citizens cannot, and should not, go about being vigilantes. But they can be vigilant about their rights, through their right to vote.

And as Acron writes, Vote, you fools!

Dear Mr. Prime Minister

It is with great sense of admiration and an undulating praise, that we Indians acknowledge a yet another press release of yours condoning condemning the terrorist attacks and subsequent killing. It is also so reassuring and relieving to hear that you had chit chats with the home minister and chief ministers and that you also (for a change) speculated on whether the attacks were aimed at foreign nationals or the Mumbai natives or the Indian Cricket team or for that matter that Taj Bar girl which came to their fancy on Wednesday night. Lateral thinking you see ( de bono style. eh.. )

The day started with my mom calling up and requesting me not to go to the mood indigo (IITB’s cult fest) this December. A half sleepy me squinted at the Mozilla browser to see the whole mumbai burning into splinters and I was, to say the least, shocked. For the first time ever I searched Live TV on Google for the in.com updates on Mumbai blasts. It was horrorsome. Consternating. Appalling. And every other conceivable adjective you could ascribe to the word ‘bad’.

In the words of a CNN IBN reporter, the status-quo in Bombay was nothing short of a ‘woeful numbness, complete city siege, and psychological mind fuck’. A friend here at IIT put on his status to “another blasts. hard talks and loose actions“. The next was for PM’s commentary and condolences and the above mentioned is what I got. Rest of day went as usual, hitting balls at Kapili grounds, web browsing and inventing choicest of expletives for our honorable leader.

The point is that it is time to do an RDB. It is time to leave the Gandhi in your hearts and burn a Bhagat Singh. If money per se can be (mind numbingly) spent on economic planning, election campaigns, building new temples and new IIT-IIMs, I guess some thing tangibly huge should be directed to the IB now.

It is high time that the word patriotism be defined properly. It is high time that the garb of political correctness should be shunned. It is high time that leaders should be the doers. Do not enter talks with them. enter their homes. Get your own RDX or any damn potent thing and hit them hard. Loud and clear.  Wear the jersey ‘Everything Grey is Black’ and Fuck them then and there. Your back is against the wall. Retaliate.

When I was in standard 10, I loved History. The only thing that comes to my mind now is that, We need a Churchill. Feel that pride, that sensation when you used to sing ‘Jana Gana Mana’ in School assemblies. Step out of the talks and treaties.

Some one lost his father and he doesn’t gives a fuck whether you call him a national hero or adorn him with a posthumous Bravery Award. This is not a movie sir. Get out of the caste politics and shove your reservations up where the sun doesn’t shine. Get a life coz they are taking many.

PS: more here, a long ago post : Dear Manmohan Singh, please resign

Your Horoscope, this endsems :)

Admittedly, I have gone insane. I have a test tomorrow and this is the 3rd one for the day. Blame it on lack of motivation but anyways. The idea has been inspired from a St. Stephens weekly, Kooler Talk.

Sagittarius (nov 23 – dec 21): Lately it may seem as if you’re losing your mind, but don’t worry. Watching FRIENDS, SCRUBS and reading such horoscopes are perfectly normal. After all, we expect nothing less from a fuck-up like you. Get some life. Join hands with the blogger.

Libra (sept 24 – oct 23): The stars apologize for last week’s prediction of untold fame and fortune. They keep forgetting that you actually believe in this crap. Anyways, while it’s true that the universe works in mysterious ways, it’s becoming pretty clear what it has against you

Leo (july 24 – aug 23): God will shine. His divine light on you this week, instantly blinding you with His infinite carelessness. The look on your face will be priceless this week. Your stress-management technique of taking long, deep breaths will prove disastrous this week when you write the fateful paper.

Aquarius (jan 21 -  feb 19): The stars indicate impeccable scores, easy end semesters, and a complete spiritual fulfillment this week. Happy now ?

Aries (mar 21 – apr 20): After months of quiet introspection, you’ll finally come out of your shell this week, appalling and disgusting everyone with your squirming, mucous-covered flesh. Oh and with all due respect of your illustrious plans for the week, our sincere condolences.

of trailblazers, mavericks and oddballs.

To me every individual is inherently special and successful in someway or the other. What’s therefore important is to discover oneself, introspect and understand one’s strengths and weaknesses and then let the flow take over. I’ve never complicated or got hung up about unnecessary things. I have always looked at the end goal and pursued it with full passion. and when faced with tough challenges, I have chosen to take the lesser traveled road rather than confronting someone or compromising on my belief system.

To me flow implies immersing oneself fully onto what one does. It’s characterized by a feeling of energized focus, genuine involvement, and success in the process of activity.

This was Kishor Biyani on himself. Write up from the Times Life, Sunday, 23rd Nov.

Had he said this few years before, people would have smirked, mocked. Now the same people would have made their kids read it.

Confronting oneself is tough. To absorb other person’s arrogance and hippocricy is difficult. And to know this all and still retain one’s sanity is something one should strive for. Four years at IIT and you write a philosophy

Attractive Girls Union Refuses To Talk With Mike Greenman

Its like you define stupidity, you sink a bit deeper, then you see Love Story 2050. And then you see this video.

Attractive Girls union give a press release on how some Greenman guy should dress and look or else not talk to them.

PS: if nothing else, look for that girl on the left. And there is an arbitrator involved also. phew! what am I putting on my blog these days

Hot girls

I just have to get a hang of a song. And then I carry it for ever!

Zombie

Smells like teen spirit

Let go – Frau Frau

House’ track song – Baba o’reilly

Hot girls – INXS.

The last one totally rocks. You are down and out – you want to hear sth. – you listen to this crap – you gotta be kidding – the lyrics are similar to a perverted nursery child, fantasizing

Here’s the video:

And read between the song

Hot girls, they can break me, break me
Hot girls, you know what you’re doing

On her motorbike, the way she’s riding it, riding it
And she says it feels so good but she is hiding it, hiding it
Wet lips to cigarette and now she’s striking it, lighting it
As she looks me in the eye, hell, she must know she’s inviting it

Hot girls, they can break me, break me
Hot girls, you know what you’re doing
Now, hot girls, come and break me, break me
Hot girls, take me where you are going

Holding up some paper to the window, she’s writing her name
And number and I’m laughing as I’m dialing it, dialing it

I’ve got nothing to prove (don’t lose your love)
Ain’t got nothing to lose (and don’t ask her)
If you need someone to use (don’t lose your head)
I can take the abuse..

hehe. absolute shit

I am not even drunk–how is that possible?

Note: Everything shall wait now. I so love myself! Look at this epitaph (link ahead). For jakhar, with love.

or maybe at 6 in morning, I am writing and hallucinating, both.

That first semester routine; wake up – brush – bath – breakfast. In fact mornings such as these remind me of Math-101, Dosas on weekends, morning teas with Tunni and Dubey, Shady’s laoud cassette player, the start of the glorious Chandi (read Chandrol) era, Naagori’s infatuation with mangal pande and consequently with me.

I remember that day when I was forced asked to call up at home and find out if and how we know Mangal Pande. The concerned mother replied in negative and requested me not to fancy any further chances with some Bajpais or Khuranas concerning Atal Bihari or Madan Lal Khurana. How I wish I could tell her, I am being ragged. That Nagori guy was 6 feet tall!

Next task was to dance ‘Kajra re’.

The lobby mates: me, Rahul (this naarcissist made us call him shady), Chintu (the guy next door), Sanjeev and Subodh and an Msc.

If Barney were to define a cool-stud-fast graph and Rahul were to be called the ‘Rawalpindi express’, I would safely be the ‘Sampark Kranti’ but these two, Sanjeev and Subodh, will undoubtedly and affectionately be called “The Slow Brahmaputra Mail That Is Currently Broken Down At Bongaigaon Station. Passengers approach ticket counter for refund please“.

(deep breath)

I mean there were moments when even the resolute me, determined not to laugh and yet again perform that after laugh therapy (musky) could not help but wonder and stare agape, aghast, dumbfounded at the moralistic replies they used to recite verbatim to some common ragging queries and propositions like, “girlfriends? “, ” running commentary on this mute video. smirks “, ” sizes and frequencies”.

They surely made their parents proud (ahem ) but almost all of the times, I was left to do the honors .

Coming back to the Shady and co. well.. umm they were the then  ‘we don’t give a crap buddy. You fuck with us, we give bumps‘. I mean you peep into the room and you find four five of them jumping to the scores of ‘Rape me’, ‘Zombie’ and similar s. Disturbingly so, it happened when one day, that they were shouting high ‘alice! alice! who the fugg is alice‘ and this concerned lobby dude comes up and nudges “Isshhh.. ye Kya ho gaya inhe? Do you know her!“. Phew! ( oh nooo! not again please ) Good he didn’t meet me when they were worshipping nirvana.

more nostalgia. will write it soon. abhi padhai

few good men and their jokes :P

I am not a racist. I fear people but then this site link from Bahl was just irresistible.

Few good men:

One tourist from U.S.A. asked to Sardar: Any great man born in this village???

Sardar: no sir, only small Babies!!!

The modest man:

Santa went to mysore palace.

Tourist guide – santaji plz dont sit there, its Tipu sultan’s chair

Santa – oye dont worry yaar i’ll get up when he comes.!!..

Kaafi creative stuff:

teacher: make a sentence in which 1 word repeated 4 times

SANTA: lara dutta marries brian lara and she becomes lara lara

The chase:

A donkey kicked SANTA & ran away

SANTA ran to catch the donkey. He saw a zebra & started beating it &

said ’saley Tracksuit pahan ke dhoka de raha hai’.

will post more!