2012 : An year worth looking back to

I really shouldn't be writing a blogpost at this hour with an exam on the next day, that too of Maths..but I felt it'd be too rude to let the year end without dedicating something to it, coz it has been the most amazing year of my life so far.

It gave me back the passion on my ideas, made me believe that luck doesn't always betray me, assured me that cracking entrance exams isn't the only thing to achieve :p and showed me the kingdom where I can rule.

2011, on the other hand, had ended on a seriously bad note, and I had wished that I don't have to face such a year again. And probably, to balance it, God followed it up with a treat.

Remarkable things achieved in this year :
1. This blog and my stories, always dreamt of writing such stuffs. :)
2. My first official application development and being recognised internationally. ^_^
3. First income, which has soared to amazing figures now :D
4. Winning competitions from Qt Devnet, Maemo community, Intel, Marmalade and BlackBerry that got my room filled with gadgets :p
5. Realizing that the perfect girl doesn't really exist :/
6. Finally getting the subjects I love, in actual academic syllabus :)
7. Getting some generous people as friends at the college , which I thought I could never accept as my own.
8. Making few great friends via twitter who helped me in developing apps.

Well, I was trying to make a list about the bad aspects too, but let's not stir up bad memories right now.

And whoever made this routine in college with Maths exam on 1st January, Karma will take its toll on him/her.

Happy New Year and thanks for reading my blog :)

Dawn to Dusk - A brief conclusion of .... Last part ?

Before you start reading, please be advised that I will not entertain any questions face to face in person with whoever reads this blog post, regarding this topic. -.-

How does it feel to have achieved your biggest dream and find that it wasn't worth it? And how does it feel to have faced your biggest nightmare and have conquered it?

What it does is that , it makes you sleep less, coz dreams and nightmares no longer interest you :D
/*and you can spend all the extra time on coding :p */

The heroine ( villainess? ) of Dawn to Dusk series msged me today to inform that she had found someone new in her life. Well, that describes quite a lot.

Don't blame my choice, time plays a very big hand in transforming the cutest heroines to the dumbest villainess.

Ironically, I felt quite relieved and happy.
Yes, there's 4 years of the story I've not yet written in this blog, there has been many ups and downs, and at this point of time, this incident doesn't deserve a damn. Be assured that Dawn to Dusk series will continue with those stories.

Let's keep it brief for now. Got more important things to worry about like CMRR derivation for OP-AMP and debug my games for BlackBerry's competition. Exams and competition date fell almost concurrently :( #fml

And one of my favrt pictures to end the post :D



Not sure if that "quiet girl" actually exists :p

- post written and published via N9 through my own app, Blob ^_^

Dawn to Dusk - Part IV

Before reading this part, I highly recommend you to read part 1, 2 and 3 before. At least read  this PART 3 else you won't be able to enjoy all the fun.
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It was the summer of '07 ,we were in class 9 , all grown up, new classes, new books, new dresses and a new zeal. The two sections of our class were combined, for the first time. And I saw that girl with the cute face and peculiar ascent once again, after 6 years. Rumour had it that she stood 4th in last class with 0.1% less than me, but I never could make up enough courage to ask her about it.

I was planning how to have a good chance of first impression, and studies were the only thing where I had a chance. Coming first in class seemed a good enough idea to make an impression. Moreover, it was the last chance to show the whole batch who the real boss was, before the Class 10 boards, and before parting streams in class 11. And a nice opportunity to win once in the 8 year long cold war for the top positions in class.

Coincidentally, studies felt quite easy, or maybe because I really studied with my heart. Class performance progressed and going to school was more fun than ever, so much so that I had pulled a 96% attendance in that year. Whereas my attendance was at 60% for the last eight years. :D

Around 5 months into the session, our combined section was divided up again. This time randomly, so that students who were in the same section for 8 years were going to be separated. This stirred up a huge drama on that day, 99% of the students opposed the idea. We requested our teachers to divide it like before, but they said a strict NO. The matter was so serious at that time, every one of us were crying in the class. Our class teacher cancelled her class that day seeing the conditions of the students. A few drops filled her eyes too. Even after all that, the principal kept her ego high and told that decision won't be changed.

Now I wonder, would it have been so hard to change such a small decision? Even after seeing 90 children crying? Grown-ups could be so babies at times. They and their ego. Disgusting!

Eventually, we moved on... I was put into section B, and my 2 best friends were in A. First time since our friendship that we three weren't sharing the same bench to sit together. And yes, Miss mystery girl was also in the other section. Plans were delayed once again... :p

Maybe because girls started wearing salwars from class 9, and due to that grown up feeling, everyone started choosing their partners. Either intentionally, or their friends set them up, though the latter was predominant ;)

One fine afternoon, I was walking past section A during recess time, and Miss Mystery girl was standing in front of the class, probably looking at me. I was trying to increase my pace and cross quickly, avoiding eye contact. Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she called my name and asked for my number. Before I could reply, she quickly explained that her mother wanted to talk to my mother about where I took tutions. Dunno whether her ascent had normalized, or my hindi vocabulary had improved, I could understand her words and gave my landline number.

Okay, so the 'good student' thing worked, and a girl asked for my number. Not actually what you'd expect, but close enough :p
I was glad that our Rashtra Vasha didn't fail me this time :D and dedicated a thousand thanks to myself for learning Hindi properly.

The news of our conversation was spicy enough to sent a few rumours flying. Though I don't remember if her mother actually ever called or not ;)

Not much to my surprise, I stood first in class with 92% . I had the title I craved for, but dunno if it had made the impressions I wanted to make. And with that, began my journey downhill, towards fate or destiny, whatever you call it..

A bit of bragging , with a pinch of rant :D

I've always spent my life away from the hype, not trying to be DIFFERENT, but trying to be CORRECT. Which very few people could even differentiate..

And what an awesome destiny I've had. Trolling me in every way possible, whenever it got a chance.
Now I've found a cure.. Translated the origin a bit, unlucky has become the Normal , and normal has become the Lucky :D

I've never asked my parents for anything irrational or unjustified, like other guys, who get their parents to buy them high priced stuffs, from bikes to high spec'd laptops, cams, the branded jeans and tees and what not. Then put it on their cover pics on FB. Hang out with a gang like whatever they do is right, puffing cigarettes and drinking, claiming these are part of enjoying your life. And whoa! They become so famous. Not only among the guys and girls, but luck seems to prefer them too.
Damn the whole system is corrupted. Including DESTINY! :|

So it's not everyday that you get a chance to make people jealous, and now that I've, decided to make full use of it 3:)

It all began with this blog..

Been a long time since I last posted something. Life's been a little less boring these days. And a recent addition, quite busy too ;)
No, nothing worth winking actually..just those 'forever alone' coding and programming stuffs :D
Would be trying to post regularly from now, but no promises ;)

I actually thought of writing this post to say thanks to this blog. Yes, THIS BLOG ! Might sound a bit crazy but it's the reason behind whatever interesting going on in my life at the moment.

Started writing this blog around January.. There was no app to access it from my phone and I had to open up my laptop everytime I wanted to post or check anything.
Thought why not make something myself? And it all began...

I learnt 4 new languages and 2 new coding styles to make that app. Although I became too busy to actually post new stuffs, but the knowledge of apps paid off big time, that made a few dreams come true.

I made my first income! From software sales at Nokia Store. And also, the huge amount of recognition and response from users all over the world, always an awesome experience.
Got a Nokia N9 as developer device, i.e, free gift from Qt developer network, for my "extraordinary" ideas of apps , chosen one among 8 winners :) That phone was in my mind ever since it was released. I used to post photos of it everywhere and dreamt about it every night.. And it was finally mine! Dreams do come true :D

Actually, I got two! The 2nd N9 in another competition for new developers, who were making apps that weren't present before in this OS.

And I'm writing this post from my own app. The biggest pleasure ever ^_^

Temporary Overload notice :|

For those who are wondering if Dawn to Dusk series is over, it's not even half finished yet. There will be more posts in the series, hopefully more interesting.

I was just wondering if I should publish those classified craps..then I felt "who cares.. I won't be hanged for that"..

And in that regard, let me explain you the implication of the title "Dawn to Dusk", for those who dint get the actual meaning..

A Wednesday Afternoon

Yesterday, the classes in college were declared over by 2pm. Though I prefer the bus, I decided to take an auto rickshaw for a change.

It was around 2:30pm, my ride had come half of the total distance to my home. The streets were quite busy, being the period after lunch break....

The auto stopped near a busy 4-way crossing to take in a passenger. I was sitting along with the driver in the front seat. There was a very old man in front of the auto. He had a broken bamboo stick in his hand, so much worn out that the tip didn't even reach the ground properly. His eyes were damaged and swollen with infection to such an extent that it was easy to guess he could not see anything. Dunno what he wanted to do, but he was almost walking on to the middle of the busy road without knowing.

The autowala felt pity on him & asked the people if the guy wanted to go where our auto was going. Someone asked him, but he wanted to go in the opposite route.
The autowala kept asking the people to help the guy. There were many people standing around, but no one was interested in helping. And the way he was standing in the middle of the road, an accident was impending.

My auto had no option but to start the engine & go ahead as the passengers were getting irritated. He kept ranting about the plight of modernisation, how everyone is too busy to help.  And cursed the people standing there.
Those words were hitting me somewhere deep down, where we keep all those morals learned from the textbooks of primary section. All those pictures depicting the noble deed of helping old and physically challenged and how the world was so good and kind inside those books.
On the other hand, I was calculating how much walking it would cost me if I get down now to help the old guy. The auto was picking up speed when the good half in me won. I asked the driver to stop. He gave me an apologizing look, probably thinking that I took his words personally. I paid the full fare & hurried back to the spot.

On reaching the crossing, I was glad to see there was no accident yet. But the old guy was nowhere to be seen. Some auto had probably picked him up and went off. I checked inside the passing autos, but couldn’t see him.

I started walking home, feeling a bit guilty, cause I had made too much delay in taking a good decision. I hoped he would survive the even busier traffic of the place he was going.

After walking for quite a while, I got to a rickshaw stand.  Most of them asked twice the normal price. I said to myself, “yeah! That’s how the world pays off a good doer..”  I got pissed off and went to the one standing in the farthest corner. He agreed to the normal price. He couldn’t speak but showed the price with fingers

When I got down near my home, I put in an extra 5 rupees note with his fare of the 10 rupees. Mostly because I was feeling guilty about the earlier incident.. He looked at me weirdly. I gave a nod and went off...  When I was closing the gate of my house, he passed by, with the two notes still in his hand, and with a smile worth 100 rupees :D
From then, I’m wondering if I should have put in extra 10 instead of only 5? Wonder how big the smile would have been then.
It’s ridiculous how we drop 100bucks as tip when we visit a 5 star hotel, but when it comes to poor beggars and rickshaw pullers, 5 rupees seems so big a deal!

N.B. Last time I gave extra 5 rupees to a very old and weak rickshaw puller, he blessed me saying that I’d get a great job in future (“Baba, boro hoia khub boro chakri korba")... For those people, getting a job is probably the biggest achievement in the world... Anyway, hope it comes true J

From Dawn to Dusk. Part III

APRIL 2001 Class 3 was also much the same, but with a few incidents worth mentioning. I met one of my to-be best friend, Riddhi. Though we both talked less, but got to know each other. We went on to be the most famous three-best-friends of the school, along with Tanmoy, (aka Tomy), whom I met next year.
Also, there was a cute looking girl in the class with an unique non-Bengali accent. And something special that caught the eye among the crowd..... ;)




At that time in the class, talking to a girl was considered like breaking the rules of Bible. And high level things like LOVE was only a mere concept.
By some weird coincidence, it happened that one fine morning, her rubber fell from the desk and bounced all the way to under my desk. Trailing it, came the owner, & asked something in her peculiar accent. At that time, I was still learning Hindi, and her accent made it impossible for me to understand anything. After asking thrice, she gave me a why-do-God-send-such-dumb-pieces-to-earth look, & went inside my desk herself, picked up the rubber and went back to her desk. I was still in a state of shock, trying to figure out what was happening :|


I took two lessons from the incident,
1. Rubbers do bounce a lot
2. I've to learn Hindi better


Just at that time, sections were divided.  I was in A, & she went to B. Though Riddhi remained in B (& I met him after that Great Division)
This section distribution remained the same till class 9. Being an introvert batch, we didn't interact with the other section students, and the two sections grew up totally differently, almost became two opposing groups with opposite attitude and thinking.
I never saw that girl again in the big crowd, & forgot about it. But destiny probably had marked the two of us in a long term plan. And my next chance to test my Hindi vocabulary came 6 years later..
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In the later part of the year, I took admission in another school, Sri Krishna Mission. But after a short time of 3 months, came back to my own school. As the long distance bus journey and strict attendance rule was beyond what my weak immune system permitted. The days at SKM were quite a mess, I somehow couldn't adjust with the atmosphere there, & everything felt so foreign.
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In the final result, some girl stood first, and I was third with 92%, behind Bishal.

From Dawn to Dusk. Part II

The so called education system in India...

April 1999. It was the April fools' day; ironically our session used to start on that very day every year. Being the first day of school, my thoughts were a mixture of anticipation, fear and excitement. I sat at the first leftmost bench, with a window by my side. It was something I always preferred throughout the 12 years, & even now....

From Dawn to Dusk. Part I

March'99 It was that time of the year when the weather makes everything feel more beautiful. A slight breeze, and a bright sunshine that felt rather soothing.


I was sitting in the staff room with my parents. Being an  admission day, there weren't any teachers around, only a handful of parents & their children waiting for the serial number to be called...

A new beginning...

It's been quite a while since I last worked on maintaining my own blog. My first blog PhotoPlay is totally a mess now, it was hacked by some weird company named "wallheaven", then the javascript codes I used from Google Codes have also become corrupted due to some strange reasons... Probably a part of the tragic events that happened to me in those last two years.

Ahh well, who cares! I'm back now, with better knowledge and experience. And ironically, with all the happening, both good & bad, life has been quite interesting.