Nand Gates's
Wola!!! This is the blog of Arpit Nand (presently a UG student of IT-BHU, Varanasi). Reach me at arpit.nand@gmail.com
Friday, July 01, 2005
ME !!! The Poet!!
Well, in the last week I have been reading many blogs (of ITians) of poems...
well. so i thought I should write to... (cheers) ...
But then again... I thought with so may wonderful poems on NET why should I even bother...
So I am posting a link to a page having a poem similiar to what I WOULD HAVE WRITTEN...
Guys! Its a Must SEE!!!!!! (Ya its a SEE not READ... my grammer in NOT that poor)
We Like The Moon!!!
And I dedicate it to my equally wacky friend Mr. Cow Pandey..
If you like it ... do drop in a thank you!!!
Thursday, June 30, 2005
What Google Thinks of ME!!!
HI... !!!
Well... I am a big fan of google ... and it excellent products ( Google Gulp , Google Piegeons, Google Earth, Google Code, Google Video Upload Program, Blogger, Picasa 2, the list goes on..)
and so i thought of finding out wht google thinks of me...
P.S. Do tell me that google thinks of you from Googlism
Well... I am a big fan of google ... and it excellent products ( Google Gulp , Google Piegeons, Google Earth, Google Code, Google Video Upload Program, Blogger, Picasa 2, the list goes on..
and so i thought of finding out wht google thinks of me...
P.S. Do tell me that google thinks of you from Googlism
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Think beige!!! Think Mac!!!
SO now Apple has announced to release Intel-x86 based MACs by next year...
so soon we will have MAC OS X for x86 will be market....
Well... me for one am waiting for that moment...
So here's a amazing Clip on HOW GREAT MAC is at everything... even chrashing (of which Windows is thought to be betash-badshaah)...
Njoi'
so soon we will have MAC OS X for x86 will be market....
Well... me for one am waiting for that moment...
So here's a amazing Clip on HOW GREAT MAC is at everything... even chrashing (of which Windows is thought to be betash-badshaah)...
Njoi'
Saturday, June 11, 2005
HI Its me, Jerk!!
This I am posting from media section of orkut.... some amazing articles here....
I, Jerk
Yep. It was me. I'm the guy that cut you off in traffic.
Then when you beeped, I ignored you. Pretended not to see you glaring at me. That's because I was in my car and I felt protected and cut off from any social etiquette. Don't feel bad, I do it to everyone.
I'm also the guy that stepped in front of you in line at the supermarket deli counter. Remember that? You were clearly next, but I kind of slowly and nonchalantly positioned myself next to you. Did you notice how I pretended to have trouble reading the menu? Works every time. Then the deli clerk happened to look directly at me and asked who's next. So I ordered. I suppose I could have said something and let you go in front of me. But I didn't. I guess I'm just a jerk. Then again, maybe it was a simple, honest mistake. You know, maybe I didn't see you there.
No, actually, it was the first thing. The jerk thing. But hey, you snooze, you lose, right? That's one of my mottos. My other motto is "It's all about me." That's a good one. I like that one.
I'm also the guy that beeps my horn on your street. You know when I stop to pick up my friend and just lay on that sucker? There's really no reason for me to honk for so long. In fact, my friend probably saw me pull up. I just thought it would be kind of funny. Although my friend didn't laugh. He just looked at me like I was a being a dick. Some friend. That must have been why I screeched my tires when I pulled away. I say, if you're going to be a dick, you might as well go all-out.
I'm sure you're wondering why I do these things to annoy you. That's a really good question. I'd tell you, but I think it would be more annoying if I didn't. So I'm not going to. I'm going to let you continue to wonder why I do these things.
Is it because my parents didn't give me the love and attention I needed? Is it because they didn't teach me to be empathetic and considerate towards other people? Is it because I'm a self-centered narcissist? Or is it because I'm a masochist and I want people to hate me?
Actually, it's all part of the Jerk Code Of Conduct I gave an oath to uphold.
Oh, wait you didn't know there was an oath? Yes, well, all of us jerks take the oath when we first join the Alliance to Save Self-centeredness, aka A.S.S.
I was first recruited to be part of the network back in college not long after I joined a fraternity. Apparently fraternities are a hotbed for this sort of recruitment. Once I signed up and took the oath, I was required to watch hours of training videos such as, "How To Park In A Handicapped Spot" and "Tips for Talking During Movies." All of these proved very helpful. After I completed my initial training, I was eventually sent out into the field. My first assignment was to write a check in the supermarket check-out line. My supervisors were impressed. I even ad-libbed a bit by pretending to forget my I.D. Soon after, I moved on to more advanced maneuvers like, double parking in loading zones and carrying my oversized luggage onto airplanes.
So now you know what motivates me to smoke my cigarettes right there in front of that public doorway and then add insult to injury when I pretend I'm being more considerate by waving the smoke around as I wear an insincere apologetic look on my face when you walk past. After all, it's not as if I don't know second-hand smoke is dangerous and irritating.
There's no reason to fight it. There's nothing you can do. There are millions of us out there trying to annoy you every day - driving too slow, asking pointless questions, refusing to clean up our dog's poop. We're always coming up with new and different ways to piss you off, so you might as well just get used to it. There's no avoiding it. You can't hide from us. We'll find you. And we will annoy you.
I, Jerk
Yep. It was me. I'm the guy that cut you off in traffic.
Then when you beeped, I ignored you. Pretended not to see you glaring at me. That's because I was in my car and I felt protected and cut off from any social etiquette. Don't feel bad, I do it to everyone.
I'm also the guy that stepped in front of you in line at the supermarket deli counter. Remember that? You were clearly next, but I kind of slowly and nonchalantly positioned myself next to you. Did you notice how I pretended to have trouble reading the menu? Works every time. Then the deli clerk happened to look directly at me and asked who's next. So I ordered. I suppose I could have said something and let you go in front of me. But I didn't. I guess I'm just a jerk. Then again, maybe it was a simple, honest mistake. You know, maybe I didn't see you there.
No, actually, it was the first thing. The jerk thing. But hey, you snooze, you lose, right? That's one of my mottos. My other motto is "It's all about me." That's a good one. I like that one.
I'm also the guy that beeps my horn on your street. You know when I stop to pick up my friend and just lay on that sucker? There's really no reason for me to honk for so long. In fact, my friend probably saw me pull up. I just thought it would be kind of funny. Although my friend didn't laugh. He just looked at me like I was a being a dick. Some friend. That must have been why I screeched my tires when I pulled away. I say, if you're going to be a dick, you might as well go all-out.
I'm sure you're wondering why I do these things to annoy you. That's a really good question. I'd tell you, but I think it would be more annoying if I didn't. So I'm not going to. I'm going to let you continue to wonder why I do these things.
Is it because my parents didn't give me the love and attention I needed? Is it because they didn't teach me to be empathetic and considerate towards other people? Is it because I'm a self-centered narcissist? Or is it because I'm a masochist and I want people to hate me?
Actually, it's all part of the Jerk Code Of Conduct I gave an oath to uphold.
Oh, wait you didn't know there was an oath? Yes, well, all of us jerks take the oath when we first join the Alliance to Save Self-centeredness, aka A.S.S.
I was first recruited to be part of the network back in college not long after I joined a fraternity. Apparently fraternities are a hotbed for this sort of recruitment. Once I signed up and took the oath, I was required to watch hours of training videos such as, "How To Park In A Handicapped Spot" and "Tips for Talking During Movies." All of these proved very helpful. After I completed my initial training, I was eventually sent out into the field. My first assignment was to write a check in the supermarket check-out line. My supervisors were impressed. I even ad-libbed a bit by pretending to forget my I.D. Soon after, I moved on to more advanced maneuvers like, double parking in loading zones and carrying my oversized luggage onto airplanes.
So now you know what motivates me to smoke my cigarettes right there in front of that public doorway and then add insult to injury when I pretend I'm being more considerate by waving the smoke around as I wear an insincere apologetic look on my face when you walk past. After all, it's not as if I don't know second-hand smoke is dangerous and irritating.
There's no reason to fight it. There's nothing you can do. There are millions of us out there trying to annoy you every day - driving too slow, asking pointless questions, refusing to clean up our dog's poop. We're always coming up with new and different ways to piss you off, so you might as well just get used to it. There's no avoiding it. You can't hide from us. We'll find you. And we will annoy you.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Matrix Spoof & Mysteries of College Life
This a Matrix Spoof I found thru Blogger Buzz!!
Kind of arbit and senseless but "I'liket" !!
Pjammer's Matrix Spoof
and also found a good article on this Pjammer's Blog
P.S. Do see the ending lines and the Post-Final Genius Effect they are the best.....
The Imponderable Mysteries of College Life
Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Err - I think so, Brain. But where are we gonna find rubber pants in our size?
Quiet, Pinky. Or I shall have to hurt you.
- Pinky & the Brain, "The Animaniacs"
hile physicists around the world labor diligently toward the Holy Grail of Physics - the Grand Unified Theory (affectionately dubbed GUT), which ambitiously seeks to unify the four fundamental forces of the universe into a single equation, the average college student is beset by inexplicable forces far more bewildering than anything a physicist can hope to fathom.
And even though physicists are allotted obscene amounts of government money to research worthless subjects like String Theory, little remains in the public coffers to fund answers to questions that plague the average college student ... questions like: "How does my roommate get away with sleeping all day and still earn 4.0 every quarter?" "What happens if I use a condom past its expiration date?" "If a married person earns a bachelor's degree, is that grounds for divorce?"
In any event, while one cannot ever hope to adequately fund all the vexing mysteries we encounter, surely a case could be made for research grants to answers to some of the most common and mysterious forces of college life:
The Starving Student Syndrome
Organizers of campus clubs and organizations are intimately aware of the formidable task of recruiting and retaining new members in an campus of otherwise lethargic students. As any of these officers can tell you, the surest way to guarantee new faces at a meeting is to post signs around campus advertising "Free Food." But for all the evil one may say about on-campus dorm food, it remains unclear why if free food is served at, say, 5:00 - the food will inexplicably disappear by 5:05, and the new faces, by 5:15 ... like a swarm of locusts sweeping away edibles en masse. Any public event that caters free food to attract college students suffers from this yet-explained phenomenon. Either dormitory fare has become dramatically worse since I've moved off-campus, or there are heretofore unmeasured quantum-mechanical effects that create localized matter-annihilating wormholes around groups of hungry college students.
The Mathematics Textbook Understatement Paradox
By all appearances, textbook writers, particularly writers of natural science and engineering textbooks, subscribe to strict Science-Textbook-Writer bylaws, which state that everything must be headed with elaborate, scary-sounding titles. Chemistry is particularly good in this regard, with intimidating titles like "Nonlinear Decay of Beta Particles in Radioactive Lanthanide Series Elements" and other text names that make one feel mighty smart to be seen carrying such books about. (Of course, taking a midterm or two in such a course can quickly eradicate such euphoria, but that is the topic of another discussion). One of the primary objectives of intimidating titles of science books is to screen out the unfit by frightening off the lightweights and poseurs.
Yet, while engineering and natural science writers adhere faithfully to the rule of creating intimidating textbook titles, math authors appear to be paradoxically obsessed with understatement. The average engineering student, used to tackling topics like "Nonlinear Beta Decays" and "Closed-Systems Thermodynamics," is wholly unprepared to decipher deceptively understated books like "Elementary Analysis." Elementary Analysis? Hey, they said it was 'elementary' ... how hard could it be? (Answer: "Kick-your-ass with a C+ hard"). Worse: "Partial Differential Equations." Well gee, who hasn't taken a partial derivative before?
My doctor says I should avoid discussions on "Real Analysis," to reduce the frequency of my episodic post-traumatic flashbacks of college so let's just say 'it sucks' and move along, ok?
Kind of arbit and senseless but "I'liket" !!
Pjammer's Matrix Spoof
and also found a good article on this Pjammer's Blog
P.S. Do see the ending lines and the Post-Final Genius Effect they are the best.....
The Imponderable Mysteries of College Life
Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Err - I think so, Brain. But where are we gonna find rubber pants in our size?
Quiet, Pinky. Or I shall have to hurt you.
- Pinky & the Brain, "The Animaniacs"
hile physicists around the world labor diligently toward the Holy Grail of Physics - the Grand Unified Theory (affectionately dubbed GUT), which ambitiously seeks to unify the four fundamental forces of the universe into a single equation, the average college student is beset by inexplicable forces far more bewildering than anything a physicist can hope to fathom.| The Post-Finals Genius Effect is the unsettling way every concept, every theorem, every formula forgotten during the final comes rushing up the moment the test is finished, a few seconds after you walk out the door. |
In any event, while one cannot ever hope to adequately fund all the vexing mysteries we encounter, surely a case could be made for research grants to answers to some of the most common and mysterious forces of college life:
The Starving Student Syndrome
Organizers of campus clubs and organizations are intimately aware of the formidable task of recruiting and retaining new members in an campus of otherwise lethargic students. As any of these officers can tell you, the surest way to guarantee new faces at a meeting is to post signs around campus advertising "Free Food." But for all the evil one may say about on-campus dorm food, it remains unclear why if free food is served at, say, 5:00 - the food will inexplicably disappear by 5:05, and the new faces, by 5:15 ... like a swarm of locusts sweeping away edibles en masse. Any public event that caters free food to attract college students suffers from this yet-explained phenomenon. Either dormitory fare has become dramatically worse since I've moved off-campus, or there are heretofore unmeasured quantum-mechanical effects that create localized matter-annihilating wormholes around groups of hungry college students.
The Mathematics Textbook Understatement Paradox
By all appearances, textbook writers, particularly writers of natural science and engineering textbooks, subscribe to strict Science-Textbook-Writer bylaws, which state that everything must be headed with elaborate, scary-sounding titles. Chemistry is particularly good in this regard, with intimidating titles like "Nonlinear Decay of Beta Particles in Radioactive Lanthanide Series Elements" and other text names that make one feel mighty smart to be seen carrying such books about. (Of course, taking a midterm or two in such a course can quickly eradicate such euphoria, but that is the topic of another discussion). One of the primary objectives of intimidating titles of science books is to screen out the unfit by frightening off the lightweights and poseurs.
Yet, while engineering and natural science writers adhere faithfully to the rule of creating intimidating textbook titles, math authors appear to be paradoxically obsessed with understatement. The average engineering student, used to tackling topics like "Nonlinear Beta Decays" and "Closed-Systems Thermodynamics," is wholly unprepared to decipher deceptively understated books like "Elementary Analysis." Elementary Analysis? Hey, they said it was 'elementary' ... how hard could it be? (Answer: "Kick-your-ass with a C+ hard"). Worse: "Partial Differential Equations." Well gee, who hasn't taken a partial derivative before?
My doctor says I should avoid discussions on "Real Analysis," to reduce the frequency of my episodic post-traumatic flashbacks of college so let's just say 'it sucks' and move along, ok?
Sunday, June 05, 2005
It's A Green Day
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walkin down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
And know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
Good Riddance (Time of My Life)
Another turning point a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time
Chorus
It's something unpredictable but in the end
It's right I hope you've had the time of your life
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good heath and good time
Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
Chorus
It's something unpredictable but in the end
It's right I hope you've had the time of your life
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walkin down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
And know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I walk alone
Good Riddance (Time of My Life)
Another turning point a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time
Chorus
It's something unpredictable but in the end
It's right I hope you've had the time of your life
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good heath and good time
Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
Chorus
It's something unpredictable but in the end
It's right I hope you've had the time of your life
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Welcome
Welcome,
This is my try at a blog....
Well for a start I am just putting some intreasting song lyrics on this Blog
Arpit Nand
B.Tech - Part-III
Computer Enginnering
Institute of Technology
Banaras Hindu University
Varanasi
India
This is my try at a blog....
Well for a start I am just putting some intreasting song lyrics on this Blog
Arpit Nand
B.Tech - Part-III
Computer Enginnering
Institute of Technology
Banaras Hindu University
Varanasi
India