Habijabi golpoguli.......

[habijabi]

This is my first blog ever........Little nervous 'course . I wish to write it based on some particular stories of my life. Wont write very frequently , thats for sure....... Lets see how long I feel like writing it...

Back Stabbing People:

The Background:
This is how it started. Due to some emergency incidents, work loads for the past 4 days were tremendous in my office. Our department had to provide the upper management some reports on the performance after the recent incidents very frequently. One of the vaias (lets call him vaia1) was responsible for preparing the report with some help from me. Both of us were working very hard for the last few days. Requirements for the report tend to come very dynamically and we act accordingly afterwards.

The story:
Today at 11:30AM I asked vaia1 what should I provide upon the last requirement. He was busy and told me he will inform me later. Even though it was a very little info I needed to know, I had to wait. after 15 minutes again I asked for what he would require from me, and he replied he wont tell until he is free from his present work. Fine by me. So I waited. At 12:37PM he told me what I needed to know and it was just 2 sentences he had to tell. Unfortunately the database server went down at 12:30 so I could not provide him what was required from me at the moment.


I went to lunch. At 2PM he called in my cell phone to inform that database was up and running. I was away, so I hurried back to my office at 2:15PM. Started acting on the requirement and this time vaia2 called me to discuss some issues. I asked if it could wait as I was already working on an emergency task but he said he wont take long. 10 minutes he did take, and I was back on track at what I was doing and took 15 more minutes to finish.

The after effect:
5 minutes later Apu1 came and demanded the full report from vaia1 which was not yet completed. When she demanded an explanation from vaia1, his reply was "Asheq was half an hour late to provide data"! So apu1 came to me 'with a look' and told me "When you are to provide data, dont be late" and she went on to her own work.

Thats how I summarize:
Thats it. What I could have given at 11:30+15 minutes, I had to give it on 2:45 and the blame is on me. cool!


This is what I enrich my definition of "back stabbing people" with.

[DarKsaInt]

Originally Posted by habijabi

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This is what I enrich my definition of "back stabbing people" with.

Back stabbing ppl = Habijabi ppl



I do agree , bro


By the way ,

Congrates to open ur blog .keep it up

[habijabi]

A Mother without her daughter and a daughter without her everything :

The Background:
A young dentist conceived a child on 8-Jun-06. It was a baby girl. Her first child. She is a captain of Bangladesh Army Medical core. Married to her batchmate of BMA. And This is where my story starts.

The story:
At the end of the year 2006, the mother got selected for the U.N. mission in Sudan. One of the first 2 female members of Army medical core ever to send in a U.N. mission. So she left her baby daughter with the grandmother at the age of baby's 7th month. Only means of seeing her daughter was the photos sent to her by email. She printed some of them and kept them in the wall beside her table in the tent like room. She knew she had to stay there until a year would pass by and her mission would be over.

The father of the daughter was in another foreign mission in Kuwait. For him, it was a 3 years' separation from the daughter and his family. Unfamiliar with the concept of email, he had to wait for the phone calls from her wife and from Bangladesh to hear all the news.


The after effect:
After Six months from the time when the mother left and a year and a quarter from the time when the father left, both of them scheduled a vacation to BD together. They came home.

The baby could not recognise them. She started crying each time she saw her father. Her mother could take her in her arms for sometimes, though. But the daughter refused to stay longer each time. Within a week, both the mother and the father will have to leave the Bangladesh once again, leaving the family they loved, behind.

Well.......:
The young dentist happens to be my sister and the daughter is my niece. isnt she cute ?

[DarKsaInt]

She rockz

[habijabi]

Enter Habijabi:

The Background:
Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. And there was a forum.

Girl: 'golpo' forumta onek mojar
Boy: yeah, whatever

Later...
Girl: golpe akta game section ase, okhane member ra mojar mojar game khale, akjon akta post kore, porer jon eshe oitar upor abar post kore
Boy: jene khushi holam

Later...
Girl: ai, ei link tay jao......ei meyetar naam alana, golper vitor shobcheye hot , hot na?
Boy: may be.....

Later....
Girl: ei file ta download koro, ekhane akta kobita ase abritti kora...
Boy: kaar lekha?
Girl: Golper akjon likhse.......

He could no longer stand it . It was too much for him to bear


The story:

The boy formed a nick, created a new email address, faked his birthday and registered his way into the 'golpo'. His primary intention was to see why the girl was so obsessed with golpo.

He started slow. He used to watch a lot of movies. So he started from the movie section, and posted nowhere else at the beginning. Some of the posts got replied from other members that made him interested. So the boy started to post in other sections as well, but relatively less. He started pochafying the girl in a friendly manner whereever he could, with pleasure.

Suddenly he found that he was pochafying every and any member he could, and it was fun. To his utter surprize, some of the members seemed to like him a lot, he could tell, and some gave him benefit of doubt alright.

This was the moment when he got his first reputation ever, the boy was thrilled . After few reputations, he let the girl know his nick and who he was and got jharified out of affection for pochafying her. It was fun. He even got one reputation from her in the past even though she did not know who he was.

He got more attached. He wrote few poems that rhymed and people seemed to like them. He tried to form cartoons out of what he observed of the members inspite of his poor drawing skills and they seemd to like them too.

The boy became afraid, he didnot join the forum to stay, he was just passing by..... but he could not come out of it. So one day he decided not to post any more.


The after effect:
Those were the hardest times. He could not stay away and he could clearly understand that he was addicted. There were just too much pain. But he forced himself. day after day passed by. One day he decided to see what was going on in there. He did not log in, but visited as a guest. He went through the 'missing any golpo member' thread and to his utter surprize, some did say they missed him. He was speechless. He logged in and saw some PM's awaiting for him asking him where he had been and that they missed him. So, the boy finally decided "what the hell!" and started to post regularly. The poor soul never knew how much he loved golpo!

Well.......:
Its too hard to resist golpo . I have no idea how some of the old golpo members are doing it

[DyingSoul]

so..who's that girl..?

[habijabi]

Kid's Tale:

Romance:
A class with 19 students max. Most of them were girls. Only 5/7 Boys. His age was no more than 5. And yet he was shy enough to talk to or even look at the girls. There was a pretty one. Her name was Oporadita. His sisters used to khochafy him about her for their amusements. Some of his friends used to do the same. God! She was pretty!

Innocence(?):
His mom was the principal of the school. She used to examine some of the answerscripts of exams as well. He used to sit beside her when she went through the scripts. He used to cry whenever his mother gave him less marks. Sometimes his mother increased his marks by 1 or 2 to make him happy. His semi-innocent eyes always filled up with joy upon the mischievious act!

Passion:
He had two very close friends. The three of them always raised their small hands to salute whenever there was a plane flying above their tiny heads. They used to say to each other whenever there is a war in the country like the one in '71, it will be theirs to fight. The salute was the mere respect towards the armed forces of the country even though those aeroplanes always carried only passengers. They did not need to know. Alas! He does not know anymore where his childhood friends are now.

The school:
The name of the school was "Sweet Little Home". Mishti Chotto Ghor. Could there ever exist any other school with such a sweet name ?


I want to be a child again..... Please God, Pleaseeee.

[shmegel]

ai hai, ato joss blog akhono porinai...!!! gotta start soon

[habijabi]

Kid's Tale-2


Nightmare :
His sister was pouring sugar over his head. He wasnt liking it. He was screaming with a 'STOP', but she did not seem to be listening. He was shaking his heads crazily to get those miniature crystals off his head. But it wasnt helping.

He woke up, his eyes were bursting with fury. He was shouting with complains towards his sister. He ran towards the door of his parents. They came out. He let them know what his sister did to him while he was sleeping. His father smiled and said it was a nightmare. And that there were no sugar on his head. He wasnt convinced. So, he jumped on to his sister and started khamchifying her.


Embarrassment:
His sister was changing his dress in their drawing room. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She left to see who was at the door leaving him bare bodied. The guests entered and they saw him like that. The 6 years old boy couldnot withstand the embarrassment, he ran out of the drawing room as fast as he could and was waiting with his tiffinbox in his hands for his sister to see. As soon as he saw his sister coming, he threw it at her. And surprizingly enough, even though he could never hit the seven flat brick plates of 'saat chara' with one shot, he indeed could hit his sister with that throw.

Stupidity:
His Grandfather died. They were off to the hospital so see his face one last time. His mother was crying like she would never stop. He was too little to understand this. They reached the hospital, they went to see the body. Instead of going with the family he found his 2 years older cousin and smiled with an invitation to play. The cousin decline as he was a little more matured.

They came back home. He entered the drawing room hurriedly, unaware of his mother's rushing towards her bedroom. She was crying awfully. But he had no time to notice. His favourite cartoon had already started. There was a knight and a princess. He increased the volume a little. His mother came out. "Can you not see cartoon today?". And she went back to her room with more tears in her eyes.


So, Do I want to be a child again? Perhaps not

[habijabi]

Down Goes an Algorithm:

Semester final exam, Second year first semester. It was the night before the data structure exam. I was studying the algorithim for 'Quick sort'. Quick sort is one of the classic algorithms for sorting numbers that applies divide and conquer method. It divides the number list into 2 and then treats each of the seperated list as a new sorting problem.


For example, suppose there are few numbers and they are to be sorted in ascending order. So, quick sort will pick the first number from the list, move it to a position so that all the numbers at the left are less and all the number at the right are greater. Thus the whole list is divided in to 2 smaller lists and the problem is divided as well.

So, I was thinking, instead of dividing the number list into 2, what if I divide it into 3. That is- I pick first 2 numbers from the original list and put them into their appropriate position so that the original list is divided into 3 seperate smaller lists and the problem will be divided into 3 instead of 2 . I was thinking if that would make the whole sorting thing even faster. Then it occured to me, if the problem can be devided into 3 smaller ones, why not more! Why not 10! Why not N, if N is the number of numbers in the list! Can I put N individual numbers into their appropriate position? How I an do that!


So, I could not study any longer, all that were revolving in my head were numbers. I started to imagine the whole thing in my mind. And I found a way. I could put the numbers into a memory or array location directly without noticing the value of the numbers. So, practically I was not comparing anything with anything else like the sorting algorithms do and yet the list was getting sorted after the process!

I got too much excited. No comparison in a sorting algorithm means it will be the fastest one ever . Did I really find a way that would sort a list faster than Quick sort! Suddenly I found it was 4 o'clock in the morning. I came out of my bed. I sat in front on my PC and started coding few programming blocks to execute what I formed in my mind. There were too many mosquitoes around but I did not notice. :nah :The birds started to chirp in the morning and I finished. It worked and seemed pretty fast too as it was supposed to be.


So after the exam (which was like hell ), I went to one of the lecturers and told him all about the process I formed. He told me he will review it and will let me know later. In the mean time, the end of the semester came and we all went to home for 15 days. After coming back, I went to the lecturer and asked if he had reviewed it. He said, "Its a great thing that you did it all by yourself, but unfortunately it has similarity with an already existing sorting algorithm-The name is count/counting sort". So I asked how much similarity would that be and his answer was "Total" . And ironically, we were introduced to our 'Algorithm' course that very semester, where I found that so called 'count sort', ready to be taught to us in the class.


I guess some dreams were meant to be broken