tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183980732011-11-05T23:41:09.653+06:00Mnoreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-22640941358179701042010-03-05T03:45:00.005+06:002010-03-06T02:27:51.767+06:00

Back to the LED's.It turns out that coloring the outside of a mini LED can actually change its hue, but unfortunately, this is only true for "cool" shades. I can change it to blue, purple, or green but not to reddish or orange light. So the next question I'm dying to answer is, how do you change a 5 V dc voltage to alternating voltage? The aim is to make the lights gradually go from dim to strong

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I wonder if the cost of setting up universal Wi-Fi or worldwide (or nationwide) broadband outweigh the subscriptions of millions of mobile phone subscribers who have to pay an outrageous amount of money every month for service they don't even use? In USA for example the least expensive voice plan is $39.99 (not inclusive of tax) by Verizon Wireless and Sprint. According to NY Times, an average

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-21019033049289408012010-02-19T06:58:00.006+06:002010-02-24T10:49:32.531+06:00

Q. Does anyone know why a single christmas tree mini LED will light up with only 5V? The entire rope will need the usual input of 120V from the mains, ofcourse, just as you would plug it in. But only 5V for a single LED. I thought they were connected in parallel. Then again it doesn't make sense that a single LED would ever use 120 V. I haven't tried hooking it up to the mains with a 120 V

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-85605218647334339412009-08-19T15:57:00.003+07:002009-08-19T16:01:57.804+07:00

Why me?I'm just an ordinary girl, who swallows loneliness like a bitter pill. I need my medication.I am destined to be alone and I know it; it's not my choice, it's my make.I know I will be alone again. I don't want to be dreading the nights all over again, and stay up each time, just so I wouldn't have to wake up in my emptiness once again.Before you came, oh I was ready!I was ready like a

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It doesn't have to be complicated. Sometimes something as simple as the smell of a new book, or a particular perfume, or the wet smell of mud, can trigger sharp memories like a childhood day in nursery, or the new year's night in 2000, or rain that you wouldn't hesitate to drench in - that no photos can. Despite the heartrending fact that everything disintegrates into memories sooner or later, we

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5.45 am.Cicadas and sparrows chirp together under a purple sky. A train comes to the station in the small town of Lafayette. There comes the piercing note of the horn, the roar of the diesel engine, the decelerating clack-clack of the wheels on the joints in the rail and finally, the squeel of steel wheels on steel rail as it comes to a stand still. It will start again, in a minute, to another

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All I have to say is, Ah-HA! Who's the stalker NOW? Since you've visited this page, I already know you have come here, and I know that you know that I know you've come here. Do you realize how kind of me it was to ignore the very pertinent issue, when somewhere in March, the stalker called the stalkee, a ...wait for it... Stalker?? A pretty blogsome case of kettle calling the pot .... no no no, a

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-62534176693351837082009-04-12T13:11:00.005+06:002009-04-22T03:38:31.262+06:00

What? Can't I express myself anymore? Live a little? Do I always have to make sense? It's happened. It's the era of reacting without thinking, of sleepless nights, of being "too tired to fall asleep", of political correctness. It's the era of feeling old and jaded, of feeling like you don't have the balls to do something, of saying to the heck with metaphors and taking everything literally. It's

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-82900940474586142552009-03-04T00:05:00.002+06:002009-03-04T00:07:24.597+06:00

Who are you? You know who you are. You've been coming to my blog everyday since Feb 14th. How did you know to check my other blog after three years of inactivity? Please let me know.

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After three years of sabbatical, Doctor [INSERT NAME HERE] is back doing her research on all things crazy and wonderful.I am studying in engineering!I am not studying engineering in any university I thought I would go to. My sister's clairvoyant admirer did know about it, though. In an attempt to impress her, he medidated upon her and then was able to predict the first letter of the university

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Does anybody come here anymore? Leave a comment please, with your name and mailing address. I'll ship you your prize.KIDDING!!I wanted to study in engineering but the subject seems so... How should I put it mildly.. BORING. I mean, I want to have freedom in what I do. It should be flexible and comprehensive. I don't want to be an engineering geek who's doomed to a cooped up life. Plus, I don't

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1152096676392518022006-07-05T16:42:00.000+06:002006-07-05T16:57:29.383+06:00

image source: deviantartThree neat knocks in a row. Another four together.Again a few knocks.The sound seeps through the wood.Different knocks have different accents.This one sounds like those of an Indian hotel concierge, quickly giving directions to a lodging tourist on how best to spend an economic holiday.Silence accentuates the accent.The knuckles of whoever is knocking are dry.The

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1151145034289037392006-06-24T15:19:00.000+06:002006-06-24T17:16:16.936+06:00

In school, we had a well-stocked and spacious library and could borrow up to two books a week. But the bird's nest of a college I go to for the last one year has NO library, NONE. No, I don’t agree to call that a library so no, sorry. I’m starved of reading materials. I can never read something more than once. Many a times, I stooped low, low enough to start reading the newspaper, yes NEWSPAPER.

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The only Mojo Jojo there is room for in the world, shall be me! And being the only Mojo Jojo in the world, I will rule this world in which there is only one Mojo Jojo! I do this because I am bad, I am evil, I am Mojo Jojo. Mwah ha ha ha!!I did some research.No wonder Mojo Jojo has something wrong with his upstairs. It's stress. The speech disorder? The way he keeps repeating things until you go

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1151121320869705062006-06-24T09:51:00.000+06:002006-06-24T09:55:20.883+06:00

So I’m back. Relatively back. The last one month, lots of things did happen, naturally, and I’m neck-deep in reading up on my friends’ blogs and the regular reads that I’ve missed out. Upon checking my references, I found out that yours truly has been linked to a few places, few frequently-visited places. Now for all those who want the long version of my opinion, read the FAQ page to your right,

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My exams are pursuing me like a swarm of bees would if I were covered in honey and had just broken their hive. Or like a pack of wolves who had gone hungry for weeks in the woods in November. Or like a tribe of dumb aliens who thought I was their god and were running after me with an axe to exult me to immortality, because it was so much more fun to worship a god if it was dead. Figure of speech

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I glanced at my feet when walking. I was so absorbed in this act that if at that moment, someone had asked me my name, I would have to think for a good couple of minutes. Up until an hour ago, I had no idea that I’d be here, walking with quick, weak steps on a ground I didn’t belong, along with a crowd I wasn’t a part of. My coming here was a sudden impulse thing. Somewhat foolhardy, yes, just as

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I heard ringing. It was like watching a truncated movie clip gradually swimming into focus. Time was quarter to twelve in the afternoon and I was managing to sleep late with the summer sun streaming on my face, amidst all the babble of morning noise. I clasped the emerging cell, pressed it against the side of my face where I hoped my ear was and croaked.From the other side, an unfamiliar male

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source: DeviantartYoung Rain. They fall on people, on the dry yellow-ochre ground, on the light-grey asphalt roads, on dust-green foliage, on shiny slippery cars, on corrugated iron roofs, on painted once-white walls – and discover themselves as large darkened spots. Their life’s mission was to see themselves seeped in between the fibers of cotton and earth and iron and slowly, but inescapably,

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1143954294667465232006-04-02T10:49:00.000+06:002006-04-02T12:10:43.510+06:00

Everybody knows that when your remote little blog gets a whopping 100 hits in a single week, you check your statistics. Upon looking at my referrals, I traced the sudden influx of readers to globalvoices and this blog who’d linked me thus:5) Drama: Mahreen shares some pictures of the Rabindranath Tagore play "Tasher Desh" in which she performed recently.Wow, isn’t it cool? Had I known, I would

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They’re bright. They’re spasmodic. They squirm and gurgle “cute”, meaningless and high-pitched noises. They talk to themselves and sing one-word songs over, AND over, AND over again. When the Devil decided that there weren’t enough horrors in the world, he created…The TELETUBBIES!!!!It took careful thinking and long hours of hard work to come up with ways to kill these Satan’s spawns. Of course,

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In 2004, I had more than a grand-total of 12 haircuts. Alright, I didn't exactly keep count, but I remember that I would have atleast one haircut every month. It's as though I suddenly discovered the magic of seeing myself look differently each time some tresses were snipped off. The effect is almost therapeutic. I'd suggest haircut binge to anyone going through some sort of psychological trauma.

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My computer's not exactly perfect. As I speak, both the taskbar and the program menu have gone black, and the status bars of the internet explorer windows have overlapped in an otherworldly fashion. For years I've put up with such antics with the tolerance and understanding akin to those between long-married couples. And loyal to my married-couple analogy, I've never wanted to substitute my PC

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How about my first meme in blogging? I found this in a blog I was reading randomly. Whoever is reading this is tagged. It means, if you don't already know, it means you copy-paste these questions on your blog and answer them as they apply to you. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was behind you? The bathroom wall. How much cash did you spend yesterday? None. What's a word that

Mnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1141624816137884512006-03-06T10:32:00.000+06:002006-03-10T16:44:18.483+06:00

And this is also a late entry. I should have made it last month but I had so little to do, I went on a Vegetable Fest. Mommy, what's a Vegetable Fest? A Veg Fest is a period of inactivity lasting anywhere between an hour and a few weeks, when you do so little that you start to feel less and less like a human, and more and more like a vegetable.So y'all know about Rabindranath Tagore or have heard

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Okay, children, it's like this. In Bangla we have a whole different calendar. It's got all 12 months alright but they have different names and start at different times. Like, the Bangla new year's day or Pohela Boishakh falls between 13th and 15th of April instead of 1st of January as in the Gregorian calendar. The origin of the Bongabdo goes way back in the 16th century during the Mughal era

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A Spanish scrapyard has come up with a smashing way of helping people take out their frustrations on modern living. For 40 euros ($52), they can pick up sledgehammers and bash away on anything from cars and computers to mobile phones and even photos of the boss. Held in Lubia, 160 kms (100 miles) northeast of Madrid, it is described as "damage therapy", says Reuters. One happy punter said: "I

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One fine day, my pc went epileptic. I called my cousin (who usually deals with this computer if I can't handle it) who said that I needed to reboot some stuff and do some thingies. And since I'm somewhat of a pc cave-girl-woman, the most I can do with epileptic rectangular screens is stare at them. As the drill goes, the CPU got sent to my cousin's place and it would be up and about the next day.

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- gulshan, dhaka.

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Though careless and indecisive, I've always known that my parents are important to me. That's what the books, the norms and the teachers say. More often than not, I've disagreed. I know, I'm ungrateful. But few traits are common between them and me, except those brought about by genetics, and this was not one of them. So whenever I'm caught in front of my parents, I skilfully put on a façade of

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1137945037016735622006-01-22T21:32:00.001+06:002006-01-22T22:05:27.086+06:00

Dear God, I can’t wait for my twentieth birthday. I can’t wait for the day I won’t be a “teenager” anymore. You know why? Okay, I’ll tell you why. Because I’m tired of being the subject of ubiquitous adverts all over the city! I’m sick of being the target of mobile phone adverts. And I’m sick and tired of being the bull’s-eye, the sole target of ogling mobile phone companies who just won’t let me

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Helllllll! It's the 15th already. My college opens tomorrow and I'm not at all looking forward to it. Winter has finally sunk in, though it's effects will last only till the first week of February (if this year's typical). And waking up each morning to a 10 degree centigrade fog-smeared start is not all that tempting, what with the prospect of spending the best part of the day in this

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1136052052713214602005-12-31T21:26:00.000+06:002006-01-04T16:57:59.936+06:00

So the last day of the year is here. Since I'm sitting home and writing this, guess I'm not out partying or anything. Some of my friends were nice enough to call me up or leave death threats: "BLEEP you didn't come, I'm gonna BLEEPing kill you. You BLEEEEEP."Twenty minutes to 2006. Because I don't want to spend the last few minutes in front of a PC, I've got to get out of here right now. A simple

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I'm lazy by nature. But not by blood. In all honesty, my parents are the most active people I've ever met. I know this for a fact, that by the time they were my age, both of them were earning their keep. And my dad actually helped run the rest of his family of seven people. That early on (he was 19 when he got his first job as an airline cabin crew) that's one heck of an achievement. Now at 43+,

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Have you ever been caught between wanting to be a GO-GETTER and a WIMP? I did. Sometimes, like in my case, the heavens send a simple solution in the guise of a PAST-DEADLINE-SO-NO-CAN-DO. Case in point: I called the exam center to sign up for an exam that I wasn't very prepared for and they told me that the deadline has passed. Now I have to sit for it three months later. Isn't that absolutely

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One of my best friends (Aniqa) is here from Brighton. She'll stay till the 5th of January. The other day we all crammed at her place (as many of us as we could gather). I'll post the pictures soon. She's grown a little chubby around the cheeks, aquired a handy-dandy British accent and says things like "Trust!" and "That's sick" every now and then. And another very good friend (Anik) called a week

Mnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1134253225970223952005-12-11T02:53:00.000+06:002005-12-11T06:03:35.836+06:00

I adore Doodlez! It's an animated shorts about a small boy, Dood, who's drawn into various "duck-amuck"-esque situations by the creator, the Hand. It can currently be seen on NickToons TV.So the Mom and the Dad has finally returned from New York to their house back here in Dhaka. We have the rare glory of chocolates and gifts whenever they visit a place thus littered with family members. When Mom

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1133606456741569932005-12-03T16:15:00.000+06:002005-12-20T23:37:30.103+06:00

It had been raining fitfully for a few days now. I wish it would stop. For one, it's starting to give my room a feel of the tropical rainforest. For another, everything has started to have a smell. Rain has a strange repurcussion. It allows solid objects to loosen up their surface particles and have a smell of their own. I walk around on a cool floor, with wet hair and soggy thoughts, the air

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Camera toss is a new thing for me. It's a very simple photographic technique. I don't take photography seriously so I'm ignorant in this department. Anyway it's fun and it's really easy. So here are two shots and I'll snap some more when I have new batteries. Oh and another interesting place is this. It's where you can write about an incident when you "hollered back" at any dumbass guy on the

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I went over to Fahrita's place today. True, she did put on some weight but she's become prettier than before. She seemed grateful to have me over and from the way she talked, I could tell she misses hanging out with the gang. She doesn't go to the same college as we do, after graduating school. Being in touch with everybody is not that big a deal for me yet, but I know better than to think I'd be

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1132419079808734772005-11-19T21:11:00.002+06:002005-11-19T22:51:19.810+06:00

When I went to Grameen's Customer's Service to buy a SIM, I had to wait in queue for a couple of hours. That's the first time I ever went somewhere public alone. But people around me were friendly and I got around hearing their stories. One woman lost her cell thrice in two years, another woman's SIM broke because she was trying to force two of them into one slot, etc.This man in his 40s saw my

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1132338794629722572005-11-18T23:55:00.000+06:002005-11-19T21:10:11.943+06:00

After one whole hour of viva, I'm done with my DELF A1 and A2 exams. These are diplomas on French Language, and there are 6 of them. Four more exams I may be able to manage in a year, right? I don't know, let's see.Thankfully, my orals were taken by Shahriar, who's very probably the nicest guy on this planet. I was nervous, and when I'm edgy I laugh at little things. Very little things. And

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1132076464746845162005-11-15T23:37:00.000+06:002005-11-15T23:43:01.006+06:00

Because I have nothing better to talk about, I'll talk about college.The terminology differs. For most people, it's equivalent to university. But from where I come, college is the place you go to after completing your O Levels but before going to a university. It's neither like school nor like university. Everyone is confused about how to deal with this place and so when they come here, they just

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1131374598657357632005-11-07T19:19:00.000+06:002005-11-15T23:45:38.490+06:00

I couldn't fall asleep last night. I have a terrible cough and I had trouble breathing. So I came online instead and decided to improve my blog site. I worked for 3 hours straight, fell asleep in the morning, and woke up with my whole biological clock turned upside down. It was 3pm when I had my breakfast or lunch orwhatever you call it.I hate being sick and inefficient!Mom says pineapple juice

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1131329976592194562005-11-07T08:12:00.000+06:002005-11-07T08:23:14.886+06:00

I've outdone myself! I'm sticking to blogspot because right now, after painstakingly coding the layout (manually!!), it has turned out alright. By far better than alright! To me atleast.More to come..:}

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I think I'll be keeping two blogs at a time, and one diary. I always mention my diary to anybody who would listen to me for more than 5 minutes. It's not a ritual. It just happens!I've been writing them ever since I was 13. So far I have 5 volumes, and a scattering of three of four vastly unfinished ones. I would have had one more, the one I lost in India. I left that in a Toy-Train which was

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1130512128854240522005-10-29T10:00:00.000+06:002005-10-30T18:01:05.703+06:00

*stands back and observes*Is this good enough? Or should I stick to msn space? After all, MSN does offer many more templates.I was prowling the blogosphere when I came across this neat looking site of a white guy who's from "the streets, bitch." I said neat, because it Looked neat. as far as the writing went, I haven't read it yet.enough~ lets look at this baby.

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18398073.post-1130872299735093162005-10-23T01:04:00.000+06:002005-11-02T01:13:24.603+06:00

It’s the end of October and it’s cold. That’s uncharacteristic. Chill doesn’t usually set in this early around the year. I don’t have anything against winter. Winter’s okay, as long as the days are sunny. Theory is, you can predict how one winter is going to go with the first few days. If they’re sunny, the whole winter’s going to be sunny. Once the sky is overcast, the whole winter it will

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