Thursday, December 29, 2011

I never meant to do this to you.

"Fuck man. How could she do this to me. After all I did for her."

"Umm what a minute. Let me get my facts right. What SHE did to you? And I had been thinking that she was the one who had been unfair-ly treated. "

"Dude whatever. She fucking slapped me. In front of the whole crowd. She could have waited for the party to end. We could have talked it out. She ll have to pay for this."

"Yeah right whatever."

"Hey, hey I ll call you later, okay?" Aakash said and hung up. Frustrated how unreasonable and unsupportive his best friend Shivam sounded and going through the affairs that happened to him that day he accelarated the car harder. Moving at a speed of 100km per hour on a deserted road all he could think of was how Tanvi had slapped him in front of his friends. His fault of cheating on Tanvi seemed irrelevant and of no importance to him.

He suddenly thrusted the brakes bringing the car to a standstill. Getting out, he shouted, "Holy fuck Tanvi! What the hell are you doing here?"

There beside a huge tree stood a girl with hazel green eyes and long black hair down her back, in a short white dress barely covering her knees and with curves that a guy could kill for.

"My car crashed" said Tanvi without making eye contact with him.

"Where's your car" Aakash asked looking for it.

"Its further down the road, I had started walking towards the town looking for help" She said.

Suddenly forgetting the affairs of the day Aakash held her by her arm and motioned her towards his car.

"Come, I ll drop you home" he said. Without much of a protest she quietly sat in the car.

Aakash shut her door, walked to the driving seat and without another question started driving back to the city.

There was like a storm of questions going inside Aakash. There was alot he wanted to ask, alot he wanted to say. Suddenly all the fury came back to him. He suddenly had an urge to stop the car and choke Tanvi to death. He was that infuriated. But then he looked at Tanvi and suddenly his mind became clear of all his thoughts. She looked so fragile. So breakable. Tanvi was looking down at her feet moving them awkwardly.

Another sudden move of her feet and her legs some what slightly parted making her already short dress go shorter and making the whole of her legs visible to Aakash. On seeing this, Aakash's heartbeat suddenly grew faster. All fury, all bad things he wanted to say to her vanished in the fraction of that second. Now all he could think of was how beautiful and hot Tanvi was looking right now. Her skin glowing angelically and how the tiniest hint of her cleavage made Aakash feel that the front of his pants had grown tighter. Finally realizing that he couldn't concentrate on the road another second he stopped the car. Tanvi stared at him blankly. Aakash gently stroked her cheek and kissed her, slowly moving his lips to hers. Their lips moved in time with each other and Aakash raised his hands up to her hair tangling his fingers in it. 
"I - Love - You" panted Aakash through the kissing and touching. That did it for Tanvi. She let out a soft moan and with a red glint in her eye smiled to herself …

"Oh my god. How is that even possible? It is just last week......



What non sense. Yeah he was drunk.. But...

No he didnt call me back

Yeah I was out of station for work so I couldnt find the time to call him.

No but...


Shivam put down the phone. Shocked at what he had just been told. Aakash his best friend suddenly gone missing. Tear trickled down his cheek. He suddenly remembered Tanvi and being the only mutual friend of Tanvi and Aakash he was pretty sure no one would have asked her yet if she had been contacted by Aakash.

He picked up his phone again and dialed.

"Hello? Aunty can I talk to Tanvi? Whhaaat? Wheeen? How?"

The receiver fell out of his hands. His legs suddenly started shaking and he grabbed the nearest bedpost for support. Because what he had just heard was too much information too be beared in a single day.

On learning that Aakash had cheated on her, Tanvi had commited suicide by jumping off the building on the day of the party.

P.S: Credits: One.Life.Many Moments.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Kinect-powered autonomous robots cook popcorn, make sandwiches

The point of having a bot for a cleaning may be one move more specific.Thanks to a robotics team from the Degree of Munich (TUM). They have developed a number of impartial applications that are able to create range treats and create treats using a Console xbox kinect indication from Passion. Is there anything that side-line can not do?

Named John and Rosie, the awesome thing about these two automated cooks is that they use real understanding to get their responsibilities done. Relevance that the actions and actions involved in the preparing your recipe process are not pre-programmed actions. There can be confirmation of this as the duo create small problems such as dropping the toaster location with a element of bread and dropping a few treats parts when providing them into a providing.

The team gained this success along with TUM’s Psychological Bot Conclusion System application, known as CRAM for shorter. Using research that CRAM had already attained, students provided John and Rosie “brains” of a form.

The applications have the features of acknowledging actual physical objects around them, using those identifications to phone up the different uses items has. For example, when John identifies a toaster, its laptop or computer development allows it to know that the merchandise or service is used in the process of making done bread. What is even more wonderful is that using these Console xbox kinect system, both applications are outfitted of acknowledging presentation needs like “make me a dish.” When the duo understands that management, they will evaluation their surrounding and be able to identify what components are at palm to take out the work.

Popcorn and treats are not the only things that John and Rosie can create, they can also management hot desserts for day dish readers. You can see the complete film of the duo in methods below.

Source :

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Families. And. The. Inflicted. Mental. Torture.




"Now this has to be right" my inner voice screamed at me.


Fairly content with the tone I said it in and the expression, I turned my back towards the mirror and leaving the room started descending the stairs.

You know you are a social outcast when you have to rehearse greetings before going in public. 

I instantly tweeted.

Once downstairs I saw of family of four people sitting in my drawing room. The elder male of the family looked in his mid fifties with a pot belly that could easily replace the tea table in front of him. His wife and evidently the main head of the family sat munching the samosas kept in front of her and chatting constantly, her ill attempts to hide her age evident in her badly dyed black and white hair.

Along sat a boy who looked like he had never known a world where gym existed or even hair gel for that matter. A crisp shirt, glasses, hair center parted, shining shoes, and a phone that made Nokia 1100 look chic. Yes, all perquisites were present. I could bet my life he would be an engineer.

There were so few people present in the room it was surprising someone could go unnoticed. But there she sat, a lean girl in her twenties wearing the simplest of salwaar kameez that suddenly made me feel overdressed. Middle parting again (that somehow made me feel it was a family trade mark), oiled hair and eyes that never left the ground.

"Haan bahot hi sona munda hai. Koi aib nahi. No non veg, no drinking, no smoking. 5 lakh ka package hai."

Now this is a regular discussion topic around my place. And that's how they select boys for marriage these days. It doesn't matter if he is a violent person, if he is a womanizer or if he has raped a girl. If he has a decent salary 'package' and if he doesnt eat non-veg, doesnt drink/smoke he is the perfect groom you can get for your girl.

"Beta yeh aapke Punjab wale Mamaji hai." My mom introduces, as if we talk about them all the time. With an expression of 'Oh.Acha Woh Mamaji' I greet them with a namaste and others as well and sit down looking very interested in the conversation.

"Aajkal toh internet se hi sab kuch hojata hai." Mamaji said. And he went about explaining how they found a suitable groom for their daughter whose suitability was judged and finalized upon in a matter of 10 days.

After an hour of explaination and appreciations about the prospective groom's property in a decent cloney (and no its not a process of replicating sheep nor the last name of George. Its merely an area where people live. Like Defence Cloney), his family and what-not while the girl sat and blushed, I knew I had to leave.

Taking leave and entertaining myself with a re-run of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, I didnt notice when the-engineer-guy creepily came into the room.

"Arey yeh toh wahi hai na jisme wo ladki Pobi apni billi ke liye gaana gaati hai?"

"You mean Phoebe?"

"Nah. I always watch with subtitles and I am pretty sure it spelt p-h-e-o-b-e"

At a loss of words, (my inner voice LOLing) I could only utter "Ok. I might be wrong."

But then something happened which scared the living shit out of me. The Mamaji peeked into the room and talking to 'the engineer' muttered "oyee Mrooti ki Chaabi dio. Me saaman kad lawa."  (Let me take out the luggage.)

Yes. They were staying for the night. And worse. The engineer and the to-be-bride were going to share my room.

P.S: Something which was somehow unnerving was the fact how my mother felt so 'at home' with these people and how the to-be-bride was somehow the role model my mom wished me to be.

P.P.S: Needless to say, they suggested my Mom that she should make me wear Salwar-kameez more often and force me to cook. "Sade zamanech ta asi saare tabar leyi roti bnande see."

Monday, December 5, 2011

PlayBook sell-off expenditures RIM half a billion dollars

When a company features people an motivation, they give up a little bit of revenue in the wants of raising sales. That is what RIM did to the BlackBerry PlayBook lately — and man, did they ever give up. According to RIM’s Q3 financial announcement, they are composing off $485 thousand in PlayBook-related failures.

The announcement sent RIM stocks eroding to $17, the same price they fetched at the beginning gong on Friday day. The distinct fall damaged week-long results, and toss an even longer darkness on the Canada technology poster young children.

It was not all gloom and problems, luckily. RIM delivered around 14.1 thousand BlackBerry mobile phone devices in the third fraction, which is certainly outstanding. Based on what we generally go through about RIM currently, you will think they were having problems all the way around. In fact, they are still promoting mobile phone devices, still offering high-margin business services to organizations around the planet, and still dancing.

And PlayBook lovers, take heed: RIM promises that it’s not going to back down the way HP did with the TouchPad. RIM’s cherubic frontman Robert Laziridis says the PlayBook is still a gripping pill, and he’s assured that the March up-date to OS 2.0 will make it even more eye-catching to people.

That up-date is offering several important parts of features to the PlayBook. Moreover to including long-absent mail, work schedule, and acquaintances applications, Android mobile phone app service is originating. In fact, when designer Bob Go lately based his PlayBook, he acquired that the PlayBook can run the Android mobile phone Market app and even obtain and set up applications — without any need to use RIM’s repackaging techniques.