Browsing browsers

Last month have been hectic for me.I blogged too much,surfed too much,watched too much movie,slept too much.Now I am out of ideas. So, I thought why not use the things that wasted my time that much.So, I am going to write about the browsers that I discovered during this period.
First I must give the specifications of my machine.
Its a 6 year old P4,192MB RAM,40 GB HDD computer running Windows Xp SP2.And being true to a guy mentality I am going to compare them with girls.

Lets start with the default browser.
Internet Explorer 6

Its the default browser of Windows.Much abused and the last fall back.Its like house maid.They are inefficient,security threat,lazy,a burden but very strong.Any user knows IE6 can and will probably break down at every inopportune moment,but they are indispensable.Not much to write about it.77% of user use it.Its steadily declining though,from 95% in 2002.Still its the primary browser.Probably because most people donot bother to install another browser.They use what they get.So,be assured IE6 is not going to die soon.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet_Explorer_6.0

Internet Explorer 7

I don't know what possessed Microsoft to make this Dinosaur.Its like a good looking and lazier maid.Thats all.Its security is better(they claim,you won't understand it).Speed is slow definitely,despite whatever they say.In short.it is worse than IE6.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Internet_Explorer_7






SAFARI

One of my best friends put it best.Safari is like a good looking girl on your way who deserves a second look.Nothing more.Its fabulously good looking.Pretty fast,efficient.The new version is stable and most importantly it comes from stable of Apple.So,service is going to be excellent.Still it doesn't score much with me.Why?Simply because it is not much customizable.Just some limited options.You can't bend it to your will.After all,every beautiful woman can't be a good partner.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Safari_browser


OPERA

This one is the most beautiful,gorgeous,stylish and efficient.In other words.....perfect.Its has innumerable features,faster than most,excellent service,breathtakingly beautiful.It has inbuilt torrent tracker,downloader,voice identifying property,256 bit encryption for security and what not.No other browser has so much features and so much efficient.It only has one small problem,Orkut doesn't load very fast.And most of the sites cant keep up with its security features.So,you have to keep them disable mostly.Debankar,the great computer-wizard,put it best(again,as usual) its only good for some extra marital(surfing) affairs.But if you can keep up with it,go ahead.Its the best.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opera_%28web_browser%29



FLOCK


This thing scores where Opera can't.Its a social networking web-browser(never heard about them,may be they will come up with a youtube viewing web browser next).Its pretty useless.Yes,thats right.Its useless,unless you happen to be that type of person who have 300 friends on on net and remains 10 hours online a day.It uploads pictures fast and some necessary accessories for social networking sites.My advice:you can definitely try it.you have nothing to lose.Oh,I forgot.Its basically a modified Firefox.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flock_%28web_browser%29



MOZILLA FIREFOX


Its the best if you are ready to change.Biggest competitor of IE.Its interface is easy.totally flexible.Its freeware,so you can develop new add-ons for it.Its fast,efficient,flexible,doesn't grumble much.With add-ons it can be made to look beautiful.Moreover its quite homely.Everything a wife should be.Its got 17% users using it and its growing.The biggest strength lies it in flexibility.You can do whatever you want to do with it.The only problem is that it takes ages to start and sometimes it just crashes.Otherwise an excellent choice.My personal favorite.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mozilla_Firefox

Girlfriends

I was thinking about writing about this for a long time. It is about those friends who are girl but not girlfriends. I have been blessed enough to have such terrific friends that it would be gross injustice to not to write about them.

The first thing that sprang to mind is “impossible”. Yes, they are indeed so. Impossible and unreasonable. And nice enough to make you bend to their weird wills and impossible demands.

But, well, world would not have been same without these impossible and unreasonable women. Life not only would have been dull but difficult too. Just imagine a day with no one to irritate or no one to chew brains and most importantly, no one to pour your heart out.

Yes, these are the friends who will be the first to find your fault and the last to criticize you. They will get irritated by your skirt-chasing and then will point out the better ones. First to console in your grief and first to rejoice your happiness. Encouraging you to go on despite failure and always keeping faith on you even when you yourself do not. Most importantly, they will make you realize that you don’t need to be perfect.

On the other hand you will have to face their sudden mood-swings, very weird sense of humor (the most inappropriate things seems funny to them). At times, they can be more difficult than babies, refusing to heed anything.

But still, they are those great friends whom you can trust with your life and come out alive too, a great blessing in the competition-centric world of today. If you don’t have such a girl friend you will probably never understand what I mean. And if you have one……………………..well…………..I don’t need to explain anything then.

Waiting for your responses to this topic. I really want to know what you think about it and especially girls view-point.

My fables

Once upon a time a man was walking on a road beside a pond in a deserted forest.Suddenly a frog called upon him "kiss me and I will transform into a beautiful princess".

The man turned around and looked at the frog.He couldn't believe his eyes.The frog again said "Please kiss me and make me a beautiful princess".

The man came forward and took the frog in his hand.then he stuffed it in his pocket and started walking.The frog cried out from his pocket"aren't you going to kiss me?"

The man replied
"I am an engineer.I don't have time for a girlfriend,but a talking frog is cool".

Engineers are like this.So, girls please beware of them.In any case he can easily leave you for a Intel Quad-core Macbook pro.You can never hope to match its performance.

An Outing-Part II

Now, to get any type of transport to go anywhere, I must reach Ruby. That was 20 minutes walking and no transport was visible. I blinked at the dazzling sunlight and tried to think a solution. Unable to find one I recounted that famous line

“A journey of thousand miles begins with a single step”

and took the first step. It landed on a broken brick. After cursing that unfortunate brick (it was smashed under my weight) and its maker I started trudging.

After 10 minutes I barely covered 100 meters and was panting like dog. The sun was very benevolent, and finding shadows was harder than finding India winning in football.

After 20 minutes, I covered half the distance and decided that I should take rest if managed to find a shadow. I soon found one under a tree and rushed there. Rushing was not necessary as no one was in sight and the tree was not in any risk of being chopped down before I reach there.

While I should there, I managed to attract the attention of a female. She was looking at me with her bright green-blue eyes.[I know girls die for me and you don’t need to smirk; I appreciate complements].After contemplating for a few moments she decided to come nearer. I stroked her back and she meowed back.

[Now, don’t take it otherwise, but I love cats]

Soon, lorry was passing by. Seeing that and probably sensing that I have nothing to interest her gastronomically (ungrateful females!!!) she jumped on a fence and went away.

I started trudging again. A rickety dog started following me. I suspected that it was a member of anti-Cat Action Team (aCAT) and has probably labeled me as a cat-lover therefore a dog hater.

I discovered a biscuit in my bag from someone’s Tiffin. I decided to bribe the poor creature (if indeed it was from aCAT, it wasn’t very well off).It happily wagged the tail and perhaps forgot to report me.

An Outing-Part I

It was a hot day. I was sitting in the college, idly as usual, when “THE” idea struck me. As the creative person I am, the idea still seemed like a 440 volt one.

I am going to bunk college.

Now, even the historically challenged readers can also point it out that colleges are being bunked right through its conception. So, what is so special about the idea?

Well, I can just say that I decided to bunk, now I have to find the reasons too. Life is not at all easy!!!

I tried to think some and these jewels came out!!

1. I have not done anything useful in the first few classes and probably will not do anything useful again in the next classes also.

2. There was not any practical class. Now, practical classes are useful for the purpose for chatting while playing the mindless game of PINBALL. It was our equivalent of coffee house (sans coffee, of course) where one can indulge in a vigorous session of adda.

[Though to be truthful, the labs are not for adda only. Some humorless, unsympathetic and curtsy less teachers think otherwise and makes it such a place where one cannot play PINBALL]

3. There were only 17 students present. If I leave, I may influence some others to leave also. That will decrease the population (of class, not India) and may encourage the college to suspend classes.

In fact, this last reason seemed brilliant to me. I congratulated myself for my logical and most brilliant thinking. I was tempted to point these out to anyone who was even remotely interested (there was none) but spied the teacher coming towards our class. So, I had to stop patting my own back and grabbed my bag, got out of the class back door, through the back corridor, by the back staircase and then the back door of the building and finally through the back gate of campus, I emerged on the road. My journey has started.

Experience Uncertainity

Most of my early life i lived in camps.The following that i am going to say is from my personal experience and may not be the general agreement.

The life in camps in more than a life,its actually a culture,so many type of people living at the same place with distinct identites.It makes a melting pot, it's a culture with its own norms and values.
The biggest thing overall the commonalities of their rearing are so powerful ... It's an identity that supersedes almost all others. It cuts across lines of gender, race and class. It shapes us our entire lives through.

These people are shaped by their upbringing. There are numerous commonalities (both positive and negative) that impact them. Because of these factors, they often feel like "outsiders."They often feel like they have no home and never truly fit in with civilians.To put in a nutshell they dont have a sense of belonging to anywhere...atleast for me it is so.

So,its gets kind of difficult to settle in a life anywhere when you dont have that sense of belonging.You always try to find that place ...your place.....and never seem to find it....People never seem to understand you,and unintentionally keep hurting you.

When I was growing up,my life got shaped by uncertainity.There was uncertainity about father's job too.He never knew when he have to go or when he will be at home.In fact it was a favorite game of me and my mother:when father is going to return;nd most of the time he didnt return as predicted!!!!

Changing home so many times,changing schools again and again that many means i never had any steady set of friendz,every time we shifted i had to start from scratch;making frndz agian,moulding myself like them.....assuming a new identity.

So many things happened at short notices,I changed my school and actually completed the later part of the year in another school!!

Too many thaings happened during this time which changed me.

But one thing for certain.....

I survived.

So,I am writing this blog ...not somewhere smoking grass or doing something like that.


P.S. I decided that I am not going to write everything about me;afterall somethings are too personal.The memories which cant be shared,the anecdoted which cant be recounted............so many things....

It makes me wonder......so many days passed...so much happened....

So,I am just going to review some things and discuss about some other things.Hopefully you will keep faith!!!!

Good bye for now....
Thank you

My Life---an autobiography

“Why are you wasting time on me!! Tomorrow there will be better friends than me, better appreciator of your beauty and your virtues. Why the world should waste time on me!”-Anonymous

[This is MY story. So abandon hope all who reads this]

(What you read on the following pages is true to my personal knowledge, but I can furnish no proof for most of them. So it is advisable to either take everything at face value or consider it as chin-wagging of a crazy person and give no more importance than that)

BOOK I

CHAPTER I

4^th July, 1987. It was the 211^th independence day of USA. I am not a US citizen, then why do I care to remember the day! Only because on this unfortunate day Mother Earth was forced to bear the weight of a child, who is know writing this brain-teaser. It was a very sad day. The sky was gloomy & it was raining cats-and-dogs. Suddenly at 4.08 p.m., between the celebrations in a continent, I was born. It was also a celebration day in India. It was between “Rath and Ultarath”, perhaps that is why I am half-mad. If I was born on “Ultarath”, I would be born full-mad.

My father was a pharmacist of BSF. He got a govt. job in East Pakistan at the age of 18. My grandfather was a famous doctor of his village in Barishal, yet his degree was equivalent to today’s MBBS appeared. They have to leave everything behind to move to India as refugees. They came in several groups. My grandfather’s middle son came first, and then came my father. Their elder brother never came and continues to live there. They were the people who are known as 71’s refugees. Both brothers established themselves here & got sarkari jobs.

On the other hand, my mother’s family was 47’s refugees. They were from Dhaka town. My mother’s grandfather was a freedom-fighter. Mainly to escape arrest he came to Calcutta, where his family followed him after independence & lived in much poverty until situation improved.

So, I am a son of an immigrant and refugee family. These families have something very common between them; they all know they have neither the financial capability nor the social status to help their wards to establish. So they lay great emphasis on education. Normally these people are very gentle & law-abiding, perhaps not to outrage the country which helped them.

These people, who are called “Bangal”, have a tremendous competition with “Ghati”, who are the original residents of West Bengal.