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During final year research project, known as CSE499 in CSE Department of NSU, we - Suzana, Tanzil and I were asked to write a paper on our project ‘vBulletin Calendar API‘. Suzana was happy with her grade but she was about to fly for post-graduation. I was not finished with my coursework and not much interested into writings. Eventually, Tanzil took the lead for writing paper on our project theme and he did good, very good. Our faculty advisor, K. Shajadul Hasan, must be credited because without his guidance and careful moves this paper would not have seen light on earth.

Five months afterwards, Suzana got admitted in University of Windsor, Tanzil got himself in The University of Sheffield and I was about to say ‘tata’, ‘good bye’ North South University. While doing course-analysis with Chairman secretary Mr. Saidur, our faculty advisor paid a sudden visit with smiling face. I was exited and let my project partners know the paper was selected for 11th International Conference on Computer and Information Technology - ICCIT 2008.

ICCIT 2008 was held in KUET but I did not show-up for the presentation. Our paper is not going to be published from IEEE. My friend’s efforts went in vain.

I didn’t stop working on that project. During last one year, whenever I got time, continued to work on it. A more specific implementation vBulletin XML-RPC-Server API has been released in vBulletin.org community. I feel good because I get direct and positive response from its users.

Have you listened to Kingston Trio’s famous song?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing.
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago.
Where have all the flowers gone, young girls picked them, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing.
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago.
Where have all the young girls gone, gone to young men every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone, Long time passing.
Where have all the young men gone, Long time ago.
Where have all the young men gone, gone to soldiers every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing.
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago.
Where have all the soldiers gone, gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing.
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago.
Where have all the graveyards gone, gone to flowers, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

The way 2008 started for me was not bad at all!

I didn’t know how to love a living thing: a human, a bird, an animal, a tree… never had long lasting feelings or passion for the place I live, cloths I wear, music I hear. Like an angel she came into my life and taught me love. I was not ready for that feelings.

When I came to know it was the ancient true feelings I was having, she left me. She was frightened at looking to the future I could possibly give her. The future, the life was not what she dreamt for. May be I could give that life, but I didn’t want to weave that way.

Few days ago, a friend (of mine) and I meet in a cafe. Let’s name him Herbert Pocket.

Pocket: I knew she would be doing this.

I said to myself, everyone knew that! I blinked my eyes twice and tried to give him a smile.

Pocket: I really am worried about you.

Here he goes… another attempt of gluing my broken heart.

Pocket: You know wherever she is, she is doing good. You should find another girl.

I blinked my eyes few more times; tried to affirm: “I’ll”.

Days pass by and I look into myself.. deeper and deeper. What do I actually want? Happiness?

What brings Happiness?

In 2008, I lost what I never had. Everyday I pretend to be someone else keeping a fake smile all over my face. Have you ever looked into my eyes?

Yes, I want Happiness. Happiness inside me, among the people I live with. But again, what’s Happiness? Not the bank balance, not the fame, not the human relationship, not the pizza, not the society, not the dream, not the desire I posses can bring me Happiness. I’ve all these… a good amount.

I know what brings Happiness and I want to share that Happiness with you. But today I am desperate to feel it, touch it, smell it… alone.

In 2009, I’ll get what I ever had. Even so I’ll be in “The Pursuit of Happyness“.

Today I spent whole day with Trippertians in their office. I feel excited as I’ll be able to do this on a regular basis. Yesterday I was confirmed that I was recruited as PHP developer in TrippertLabs, Inc (BD).

Right now I’m the most junior member in Bangladesh team, consists of 19 other expert developers. I liked everyone of them at first “hello” because, surprisingly enough, I found everyone of them are ego-less, friendly, fun-loving and most importantly co-operative.

I’ll be working in MobRacer project which is lead by Anupom bhai.

I look forward to learn a lot!

P.S: My official email is: saumen@trippertlabs.com

I’ll tell you a story today. This story does not begin with “Once upon a time …” but gives you some pictorial view. I promise that you’ll like the way it was written.

Try to follow the pictures in left to right order. Now try to symbolize the story as:

picture:1 : Once upon a time (com’n this is my favorite since childhood) there was a King.

picture 2: There was a Princess too!

picture 3: The King and the Princess got married. (now the Princess became a Queen)

picture 4: Few years later, the Queen conceived.

picture 5: Alas! the Kind died :=(

picture 6: A baby was born few months later. He would be our Prince.

picture 7: The queen died. 

picture 8: Our Prince was growing as an orphan.

picture 9: Our Prince inherited the throne as he was young and we got a new King! 

Did you find this way of telling story interesting? This technique is known as hieroglyphs which came from the ancient Egyptians. If you want to learn more, try these:

http://www.virtual-egypt.com/newhtml/hieroglyphics/

http://www.thekeep.org/~kunoichi/kunoichi/themestream/glyphs_1.html

God created the donkey and told him: you will work tireless 
from sun up to sun down, carrying heavy bags on your back, 
you`ll eat grass, you will not have intelligence and you 
will live 50 years. You will be an DONKEY| 

The donkey answered: I`ll be a donkey, but living 50 years 
is too much, give me only 20 years. And God gave him 20 years. 

God created the dog and told him: You will look after the 
men house, you will be his best friend, you will eat 
whatever they give you and you will live 25 years. 
You will be a DOG| 

The dog answered: God, living 25 years is too much, 
give only 10. God gave him 10 years. 

God created the monkey and told him: You will jump 
from branch to branch, you will do silly things, you 
will be amusing and you will live 20 years. 
The monkey answered: God, living 20 years is too much, 
give me only 10 years. And God agreed. 

Finally, God created man, and told him: You will be Man, 
the only rational being on this earth, you will use your 
intelligence to control other animals, you will dominate 
the world and you will live for 20 years. 

The man answered: God, I`ll be man, but living 20 years 
is not enough, why don`t you give me the 30 years that 
the donkey refused, the 20 years that the dog did not want 
and the 10 years that the monkey refused. 

That was what God did, and since then, Man live 20 years like 
a man, then he enters adulthood and spends 30 years like a donkey, 
working and carrying the load on his back, then when his 
children leave home, spends 15 years like a dog, looking after 
the house and eating whatever is given to him, 
then he gets into retirement, and spends 10 years like 
a monkey, jumping from house to house or from children to 
children, doing silly things to amuse the grandchildren. 

 

source: http://www.lankanewspapers.com/news/2008/7/30091_space.html