The D Programming Language

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D is a general purpose systems and applications programming language. It is a higher level language than C++, but retains the ability to write high performance code and interface directly with the operating system API's and with hardware. D is well suited to writing medium to large scale million line programs with teams of developers.

D is easy to learn, provides many capabilities to aid the programmer, and is well suited to aggressive compiler optimization technology. D is designed to appeal to C and C++ programmers looking for more power with far less language complexity and without losing performance.

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The Fear of the Dark

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People call me a pessimist when I tell them that I fear the dark. Whenever I give some examination or wait for the results I am let down with the fear of failure. But believe me it is this fear of the negative side that drives me towards success.

I still remember the day when I was so afraid to collect the results of my Std. X examination that I stayed at home and sent my Mom to school. It was only when I heard that I have secured a distinction that I headed towards the school. This doesn't necessarily imply my cowardice or negative psychology and neither lack of confidence but a mere fear of the dark. With a gradual increase in experiences, there is a definite decline in the feeling but it still prevails.

In fact, I regard this as one of my strengths cos' it prevents my confidence from turning into over-confidence. A proper proportion of both the confidence and fear conjoined with efforts leads to success!

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Why ROCK Rocks!

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There are two kinds of music-lovers : First who like Rock music and the ones who don't!

When I talk about music with people I come across, I get mixed responses from them especially when we stick to the rock genre. There are several of my friends who are not exactly the so called Rock-buffs but they do really enjoy Rock music. On the contrary, I even have such friends who just enjoy bhajans and gajals. People who like to stick to traditional music taboos or rather their regional music are generally found to blame Rock music because of its high intensity of decibels. At least in my country its a common observation.

My parents hate Rock and on the other hand I am a great adorer of it. They call it the generation gap but I don't think so. Music! as I would define it is a global non-verbal language unrestricted to age, sex or creed. Its a feeling, a sensation, an amalgum of life and death. Take any damn thing, any emotion and it could be expressed using music.

As far as the genres are concerned, each stand unique. There is no way music could be boring. There is music in every part of our lives, the chirping of the sparrow, the humming of the bees, the hush-hoosh of the wind, the flowing water, a passing train etc. Then why can't blowing of a siren, barking of a dog and woozy washing machines be music? I not only find music in silence but also in noise. Every sound expresses some emotion and thats what I call music!

Personally I enjoy music of every kind. Mostly Rock! In my opinion, Rock has immense power to drive minds and inspire masses. But every good thing in life first needs to be noticed! An ignorant mind would hardly understand the graveness and the fascination of it.

Enough of keeping your mind in your bounds. Set it free... Let it wander... Let it sway... and thats what Rock says.

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Definitely Male - Bajaj Pulsar DTS-i 150cc Bike

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I am now a proud owner of undisputably the best new motorcycle in India - A Black Bajaj Pulsar 150 cc bike with DTS-i engine.




Motorcycling has always been my dream sport but due to some reason or the other, I was always deprieved of it. I have always loved motorcycling and I reckoned that this would be my last opportunity to indulge myself. So I spent extra time and efforts researching all the new and not-so-new bike models on the market and finally made up my mind to go for a Bajaj Pulsar after getting bombarded by an overwhelming amount of good press and positive word-of-mouth about it.

Immense power, simple handling, a good milage, excellent performance, *exy looks, strong head and pleasant tail lights are all the striking features of this bike. Alas! my bike is still in its running-in period where-in I have orders "Not to cross the speed limit of 40kmph"... Believe me it is like keeping a panther in a cage. But really can't help it cos' this is for the good and a longer life of my panther ... Oops I mean Pulsar. Anyways,
what difference does that make? I consider 'Pulsar ' and 'Panther' synonymous...

With the shock-absorbers for both the wheels, riding the new pulsar now is like riding a car. And the Mac wheels adds a golden feather in its looks. Pulsar can definitely be regarded as the 'Opel Corsa' of bikes. And I feel no other bike stands in competition with my new Pulsar.

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Return to Horizon-2005

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Putting the calender to a fine tuner,

oh! the last 1 year has gone so sooner,

The great college days, I started remembering,

Seems like only yesterday I finished my engineering.

Remembering my class mates, after 1 year,

My eyes were filled with tears,

Everyone now is busy a lot,

No one escaped Destiny's plot.


Saw the girl, whom once I thought as my Best Friend,

oops!, today she is somebody else's Girl Friend,

after months, Remembered about her for a little while,

listened she is happy, that made me smile.


Project reviews to campus interviews,

Nicknames to last bench games,

Cultural rehearsals to love proposals,

Short term crushes to class room blushes.


Everything is fresh in our mind,

Wish life could rewind,

Let's Laugh, play and rejoice,

Once again become college guys.


Chatting and laughing, we all were in elation,

Till the painful moment of separation,

It was time to part,

returned with a heavy heart.

From Days of Horizon to 360 degrees,

From Rock shows to Fashion Shows

From Quiz to Quake3 Competition

From First Sem to the Last.

The Final Year Project.

The friends we miss …………….

We will remember those days in college

And the memories will always last.



Today life is full of commitments,

And too many worries,

But those cherished moments,

Will live forever in our memoriesssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!



From the Heart of "Class of 2004"- Passout

RAIT RULZ……

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Smells like Kurt Cobain

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Kurt Donald Kobain (1967-1994)

Whenever I think of this man I remain spellbound.
What words should I use to describe this icon ... a legend or a masterpiece of the almighty. His music speaks and his voice rocks. Kurt Cobain and Nirvana gave voice to an entirely new generation.

The honesty and empathy of his music breathed new life and hope into glazed world. Whats the use of my blog if I don't have a page for Kurt.













I have listened to his song "Smells like Teen Spirit" for more than 1000 times and the count will go infinite. He will keep on inspiring me and the generations to come.

Miss you Kurt :(

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A Nice Illusion

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This is really what I found very strange. In the following image just concentrate in the center cross and keep staring. Soon you will feel like the surrounding purple dots are disappeared but actually they aren't!
Really strange. Could anyone explain why?

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I wished she was mine

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Here is a beautiful poem I like. I personally like it because it reminds me of some situations that came across with me during my school days!
Its a beautiful poem ... please find some time to read it!!

Class 10 -- As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't think of me
like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked
me for the notes she had
missed the day before. I handed them to her.
She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her
to know that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
.... I dont know why.

11th grade -- The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her.
She was in tears, mumbling on and on
about how her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over
because she didn't want to be alone, so I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes,
wishing she was mine.
She looked at me, said 'thanks'
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know that I don't want
to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
.... I dont know why.

Second year -- The day before a college dance
festival she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said,
"hes not gonna go"
well, I didn't have a date,
and in 7th grade, we made a promise
that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as she smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
She said- "I had the best time, thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
.... I dont know why.

A day passed, then a week, then a month ... and
more time !!!
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body
floated like an angle upon stage to get her
diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-
but she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and
said-'you're my best friend, thanks'
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
.... I dont know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married ..
the one I have loved all my life
is getting married now !!!
I watched her say 'I do'
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came'.
She said 'thanks' and
kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
.... I dont know why.


Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had written in her high school years.
This is what it read:
"I stare at him
wishing he was mine,
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it.
I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him,
I wish he would tell me he loved me.
But he's just too shy,
... I dont know why!!"

'I wish I did too...'
I thought to my self,
and I cried.

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What I think about my Dad!

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Have you ever wondered what do you think about your Dad?. Well a few surveys have shown amazing results. Following is the way a typical child thinks about his father at different ages.

At 4 Years
My daddy is great.

At 6 Years
My daddy knows everybody.

At 10 Years
My daddy is good but is short tempered

At 12 Years
My daddy was very nice to me when I was young .

At 14 Years
My daddy is getting fastidious.

At 16 Years
My daddy is not in line with the current times.

At 18 Years
My daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.

At 20 Years
Oh! Its becoming difficult to tolerate daddy. Wonder how Mother puts up with him.

At 25 Years
Daddy is objecting to everything.

At 30 Years
It's becoming difficult to manage my son. I was so scared of my father when I was young.

At 40 Years
Daddy brought me up with so much discipline. Even I should do the same.

At 45 Years
I am baffled as to how my daddy brought us up.

At 50 Years
My daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up. I am unable to manage a single son.

At 55 Years
My daddy was so far sighted and planned so many things for us.
He is one of his kind and unique.

At 60 Years
My daddy is great.

So you see how great is your father. Cheers!!

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I am a Coder!

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Recently I met one of my old mates and I happened to ask him about his work. I was happy to know that he was now a part of a reputed software company. My enthusiasm increased and so did my questions.

"Are you into software development? I mean are you a programmer?", I asked him curiously.
"Nay! I am a software engineer!", my friend replied.

Well that really disconcerted me. Actually he wanted to convey me that he was into programming but he did't want himself to be recognised as a coder. I really do not understand why people think coding is so paltry job and must be done only by the juniors when it is well known that coding forms the base of any robust computer application.
No matter every computer engineer enters into the software industry as a fresher or a software trainee, does some programming work for a few years and attains a respectable position in the industry viz. a team lead or a project manager. But that doesn't mean one should forget the basics of software development.
I really do not have any objection if people call me a programmer or a coder and not a software engineer.
The grace lies in how you do your work and not what work you do. Above all every brick counts when you build a wall.

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