IPL 2011 Schedule (Updated)

While procrastinating today morning, I was looking around for IPL 2011 schedules in a Google Calendar format, but most websites offer all sorts of unusable formats for the schedule.

So here it is, the Pune Warriors Schedule in iCal and HTML formats. (you can also subscribe to it after following the HTML format link)

iCal: click here

HTML: click here

warning: clicking on links will open new tabs.

Update:

I found the whole IPL schedule in ics format in my email today morning. Someone was kind enough to send it to me. So here it is as well:

iCal: click here

HTML: click here

Cheers!

Cold

The Christmas tree at the Park looked beautiful with all the little lights glittering in the dark. It was 4:30 in the afternoon as he entered the park from the south side to see the magnificent view of the tree from across the park. As he stepped into the park, he saw flurries around him. The whole scene seemed to go in step with Subterranean Homesick Alien pumping through his earphones, which were rather nicely tucked inside his winter hat protecting his ears. Reaching into his coat pocket, he decided to light up a cigarette as he sat on the edge of the closed fountain in the middle of the park.

He sat there thinking. Thoughts about slacking on his gym routine, that song he wished to perfect on the guitar, the job he was returning from and where his relationship was headed flashed through his mind, much like switching channels on the tube. A sudden gust of cold wind made him realize that it was 5 degrees, and he should get going. As he put out the cigarette on a trash can at the north end of the park, he looked up to see fifth avenue stretching out in front of him. He hated walking on the big avenues, the tall buildings between them seemed to channel the cold winds, which did not make for a pleasant walk. Although he was covered in his winter wear, his running nose was facing the brutal onslaught of the 30 mph winds as he sniffed his way along fifth avenue.

At the end of the short walk of 6 blocks, he reached his subway station. Looking around he saw everyone exhaling smoke due to the bitter cold. His mind went on to a new trajectory while descending the stairs. As he boarded the A train, he thought about how funny it would look, if people had unobstructed farts in this weather and broke into hysterical laughter.

The novelist vs The historian

I read somewhere, that the object oriented programmer thinks more like a novelist than the structured programmer. They tend to think more like historians.

Object oriented design is like writing a novel, or a blog post for that matter. You start of with a few classes, and pretty soon you are building an application that you did not exactly have in mind when you started, its more of a design made out of requirements, a sort of evolved structure. Structured thinking, on the other hand is like writing a historical log, more to do with facts and is based on the fact that you have a clear picture of what you want to write before you actually start writing.

Transition is the hard part they say. If you have been coding in c in a structured fashion since childhood, then especially so. I was reading a book on it the other day, and I liked the comparison. I thought, hey what the heck, lets give it a shot. 10 minutes since I started writing this post, and already a few ideas of object oriented programming are becoming clear in my head. Teaching your brain to think in a way different than what it is used to, is quite tough.

There are ofcourse weird ways to teach yourself things; I mean, who would’ve thought i’d gain an insight on object oriented programming from writing a blog post :)

Clarity

You open up sources of some application you want to work on.

You stare at it for hours.

You put on your favorite music.

You take your yellow smiley stress ball and throw it around.

You take your blue and green “magic” ball and change colors over a thousand times.

You take your marker and draw a million cartoons on your whiteboard.

You keep doing this 8 hours a day.

You start seeing connections where there were none before.

The code looks like a picture putting itself together.

A tree, if you may, or a spiders nest.

Suddenly the fog around the code disappears, and there is clarity.

Incognito

Recently, I installed the Google Chrome Browser for linux, and was just checking its features, where I found the incognito browsing mode. One Ctrl+Shift+N later, I saw the Incognito window popping up, with the following text on it:

You’ve gone incognito. Pages you view in this window won’t appear in your browser history or search history, and they won’t leave other traces, like cookies, on your computer after you close the incognito window. Any files you download or bookmarks you create will be preserved, however.

Going incognito doesn’t affect the behavior of other people, servers, or software. Be wary of:
Websites that collect or share information about you
Internet service providers or employers that track the pages you visit
Malicious software that tracks your keystrokes in exchange for free smileys
Surveillance by secret agents
People standing behind you
Learn more about incognito browsing.

Key Points:

  • Surveillance by secret agents
  • People standing behind you

I’ve been laughing at this for the last 10 minutes :D

confusion

The 11:30 rule for boys will be lifted with effect from 1st of September 2009

Chief Warden

read the notice, and I was more confused than happy. I think this is what being institutionalized is.
I have this bad bad feeling that I’m gonna end up in my hostel earlier than 11:30 tonight.

Maybe I will get writing done. The idea of writing on the top of the insti at 4 am is quite fascinating!

Story Snippets Part One

This is a snippet of the story that I am trying to write these days. Any suggestions/comments are welcome.

The dead weights stacked on top of each other moved with brisk pace as he pulled on the cable curling handle. Shifting his concentration from the uniform movement of the weights to the mirror put up in front of him, he saw his reflection give him a smug look. It was as though the reflection was secretly laughing at him for the state of his current affairs. He wasn’t the gym type. He knew it and it unsettled him. He let go the handle of his gym equipment and took respite near the water cooler.

His hands were shaking from the heavy gym sessions he had been indulging in, of late. The water moved as the glass quaked in his shaky hands. The pattern of the moving water mesmerized him as he was reminded of the ocean. The memory of the waves calmed him down as his hands stopped shaking. He dunked the water down and saw through the window in front of him which looked out onto the busy street. He hated traffic. Uniformity and predictability weren’t his style, but chaos on the streets wasn’t something he was a fan of either. He heard a faint noise in the background calling “xyz” out to him. Looking toward the source, he saw his gym instructor calling him back. Getting his attention back to the task on hand he went back inside the gym for completing his cable curling workout.

All credits to this go to Mandar for giving me the idea of using zero-distraction editors, which got me over my inertia of writing. jDarkRoom _/\_
PS: this is not based (loosely or otherwise) on me or anyone I know.

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