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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?