Letter to God!

Letter to God
A little boy wanted Rs.50 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened.
Finally he decided to write God a letter requesting the Rs.50.
When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to God, INDIA, they decided to forward
it to the President of the India as a joke.
The President was so amused, that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy Rs.20.
The President thought this would appear to be a lot of money (Rs.50) to a little boy,
and he did not want to spoil the kid.
The little boy was delighted with Rs…20, and decided to write a thank you note to God,
which read:
“Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money.
However, I noticed that you sent it through the Rashtrapati Bhavan(President House) in New Delhi , and those donkeys deducted Rs.30 as tax ……. “

Lord Alfred Tennyson-Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

automate graphical user interface…how???

Those who are fed-up doing the same things a thousand times thinking that using the mouse, moving the cursor over the right place, selecting the right options can be done only manually can sit back and relax now. It too has got a solution. Surprised…,huh??? I’m not joking and also you can trust fully, its an invention from the real MIT(Massachussets Institute of Technology).
Suppose you want to do the same thing on every login, don’t worry just write a script once and you just need to run it on the login time.
Happy now? At least some of you might have thought that it would be better if could automate GUIs; to all those, dont worry anymore MIT has a solution now. Dont worry you have to learn a new language for it. Its just python which is very easy to learn and also you dont have to worry saying you having to code all the stuff manually where to click!!!!!!!Thats where the real fun begins…
There is also option to select the area where to click with your mouse…Now i’m sure you’re realy impressed.
Logon to Sikuli.org and see the videos they provide and read more on it…

To all Engineers:Get inspired from what those MITians have achieved and come up with new amazing inventions for the world

to all keralites…

Today, 24th january 2010. I had a glimpse on Malayala Manorama news paper. I was shocked to read the news of a 15 year old girl, Aarya, who lost her foot in an accident in Kayamkulam. She is from Muthukulam which is very near to my house. She stepped down from a bus at civil station and was walking to KSRTC bus station to go to KPAC junction. The car then came fast out of control and its tyre went over her right foot. A driving student drived the car. The girl had to cut off her foot. Now think my keralites… where is our KERALA going? what is this girl gonna do without her foot which GOD gave her? Don’t our govt have any resposibility to check on road accidents? We pay tax for living here, for using the roads, and its our tax money the govt use to pay for govt officials. But police officials forget this and come to road to ensure everyone uses helmet and everyone follow traffic rules only when they need some money to party with their colleagues. I would say unless we react this is gonna repeat for ever…

Electrical Engg Vs Computer Engg(funny)

Once upon a time, in a kingdom not far from here, a king summoned two of
his advisors for a test. He showed them both a shiny metal box with two
slots in the top, a control knob, and a lever. “What do you think this is?”

One advisor, an engineer, answered first. “It is a toaster,” he said. The
king asked, “How would you design an embedded computer for it?” The
engineer replied, “Using a four-bit microcontroller, I would write a simple
program that reads the darkness knob and quantizes its position to one of
16 shades of darkness, from snow white to coal black. The program would use
that darkness level as the index to a 16-element table of initial timer
values. Then it would turn on the heating elements and start the timer with
the initial value selected from the table. At the end of the time delay, it
would turn off the heat and pop up the toast. Come back next week, and I’ll
show you a working prototype.”

The second advisor, a computer scientist, immediately recognized the danger
of such short-sighted thinking. He said, “Toasters don’t just turn bread
into toast, they are also used to warm frozen waffles. What you see before
you is really a breakfast food cooker. As the subjects of your kingdom
become more sophisticated, they will demand more capabilities. They will
need a breakfast food cooker that can also cook sausage, fry bacon, and
make scrambled eggs. A toaster that only makes toast will soon be obsolete.
If we don’t look to the future, we will have to completely redesign the
toaster in just a few years.

“With this in mind, we can formulate a more intelligent solution to the
problem. First, create a class of breakfast foods. Specialize this class
into subclasses: grains, pork, and poultry. The specialization process
should be repeated with grains divided into toast, muffins, pancakes, and
waffles; pork divided into sausage, links, and bacon; and poultry divided
into scrambled eggs, hard-boiled eggs, poached eggs, fried eggs, and
various omelet classes.

“The ham and cheese omelet class is worth special attention because it must
inherit characteristics from the pork, dairy, and poultry classes. Thus, we
see that the problem cannot be properly solved without multiple
inheritance. At run time, the program must create the proper object and
send a message to the object that says, ‘Cook yourself.’ The semantics of
this message depend, of course, on the kind of object, so they have a
different meaning to a piece of toast than to scrambled eggs.

“Reviewing the process so far, we see that the analysis phase has revealed
that the primary requirement is to cook any kind of breakfast food. In the
design phase, we have discovered some derived requirements. Specifically,
we need an object-oriented language with multiple inheritance. Of course,
users don’t want the eggs to get cold while the bacon is frying, so
concurrent processing is required, too.

“We must not forget the user interface. The lever that lowers the food
lacks versatility, and the darkness knob is confusing. Users won’t buy the
product unless it has a user-friendly, graphical interface. When the
breakfast cooker is plugged in, users should see a cowboy boot on the
screen. Users click on it, and the message ‘Booting UNIX v.8.3’ appears on
the screen. (UNIX 8.3 should be out by the time the product gets to the
market.) Users can pull down a menu and click on the foods they want to

“Having made the wise decision of specifying the software first in the
design phase, all that remains is to pick an adequate hardware platform for
the implementation phase. An Intel 80386 with 8MB of memory, a 30MB hard
disk, and a VGA monitor should be sufficient. If you select a multitasking,
object oriented language that supports multiple inheritance and has a
built-in GUI, writing the program will be a snap. Imagine the difficulty
we would have had if we had foolishly allowed a hardware-first design
strategy to lock us into a four-bit microcontroller!.”

The king wisely had the computer scientist beheaded, and they all lived
happily ever after.

My inaugural post.My first step into amazing world of “BLOGGGGggg…..”

Hi friends,as you all know (note:90% dont know) I am Sreejith, a village boy, mind full of ambitions, brain full of computer and the destinies i should take over before i go back to “HIM”.Now its around 8:30pm.If my computer time is right exactly 8:32pm june 5,2009.I have gone to college today although i am having vacation. Don’t think i am having any back-papers.I went to college because i don’t want to spoil my precious time of my great LIFE on my bed.I at last started BLOGGING after hearing from my Sir Mr.Vipin Pavitran and my really helpful Seniors: Varun Rao, Varun Ramani, Rishi, and of my same age Shn,nm,obhit. They have gone far ahead than me in blogging. I took a peep into their blogs and got shocked seeing the products of their creative mind. Vipin Sir told about the blogging to me to make me compete for the summer of blogging contest of the college. But I dont want to compete this time. I realised i have to go a long way before i should take part in that.
I look forward in making my blog a resource to my colleagues and all human beings to increase their knowledge and for tackling their problems they face in life (mostly in computer field as i am doing my degree in comp sc.)
So as conclusion I formally announce my first and foremost BLOG’s inauguration has taken place.