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The day that we first met,
in my mind I still see,
you sitting in the bus, looking for some company.
I alone myself, sat down with you that day,
neither of us knowing what the hell to say.
But we got through the awkward times, and quickly came to be,
the best of friends to eachother, we could ever be.
The closer we grew, the more we left, the other world behind,
just me and you we jumped into a new place totally blind.
We prayed together our friendship forever, and always would stay the same,
but time has passed, only memories last, and little friendship remains.
WE ONCE WERE ONE! I screamed at you, I want my best friend back!
But we both realized at once it was that bond we lacked.
You think it doesn't hurt me, to see us back to two, looking to my left and right to see there is no you.
But we both are moving on now, lets do it gracefully, I hope our friendship still lives on in you memory.

A Professor at one of the IIM's (INDIA) was explaining marketing concepts to the Students:-

1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing

2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. Marry him." - That's Advertising

3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me." - That's Telemarketing

4. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door (of the car)for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her ride and then say:"By the way, I'm rich. Will you marry me?" - That's Public Relations

5. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:

"You are very rich! Can you marry ! me?" - That's Brand Recognition

" Love can neither be created nor be destroyed; only it can transfer from
One girlfriend to another girlfriend with some loss of money. "

first law:

"a boy in love with a girl, continue to be in love with her and a girl
in love with a boy, continue to be in love with him, until on unless
any external agent(brother or father of the gal) comes into play and
break the legs of the boy."

second law:

" the rate of change of intensity of love of a girl towards a boy is
directly proportional to the instantaneous bank balance of the boy and
the direction of this love is same to as increment or decrement of the
bank balance."

third law:

"the force applied while proposing a girl by a boy is equal and opposite
to the force applied by the girl while using her sandals

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GIRLS - Chocolates or Flowers?, Bikes or Cars?, Soft music or Rock?, Rains or Moonlight?, Club or Beach? put up ur comments now.

When they pulled the car over at three in the morning on June 21, 1978, police in Bath Township, Ohio, thought they had a drunk driver on their hands. It was the summer solstice, the year's longest day and shortest night. The sky was already beginning to lighten when the police officers ordered the man behind the wheel, a blond, bespectacled teenager, out of the car and put him through a sobriety test. He passed. One policeman shined his flashlight in the car, spotlighting a pair of garbage bags in the backseat. "What's in the bags?" he asked.

The young man said the bags contained old garbage he'd forgotten to take to the dump. The police ticketed him for crossing the center line in the road and sent him on his way. "Scared the hell out of me," Jeffrey Dahmer later told an FBI interviewer.

Had the officers detected the odor of decaying flesh, Dahmer might not be known today as one of the most evil men who ever lived. Seducer, murderer, necrophiliac, cannibal—Dahmer was all of these things. Thirteen years later, on the cusp of his eighteenth murder, he would be found out and would willingly, almost eagerly, tell all.

"I couldn't believe it. I thought I was dreaming, so I went back home," Dahmer said of his encounter that June night when, according to pagan legend, a fair brother kills his darker brother, who descends to the underworld until the winter solstice, and then returns to slay the lighter brother. Dahmer played out half of the legend that night in 1978. Another man would complete the cycle sixteen years later.

* * *

Four days before his nineteenth birthday, Steven Hicks was hitchhiking to his girlfriend's house after a rock concert when Jeffrey Dahmer picked him up. The date was June 18, a few days after Dahmer's graduation from high school. Dahmer's parents were divorcing. Locked in a bitter custody battle over Jeffrey's younger brother, neither parent showed any interest in the older boy's future. His father had moved out of the family home in the upper-middle-class suburb of Akron, Ohio; his mother and younger brother were visiting relatives in Wisconsin. Jeffrey had the house to himself. Hicks, with brown hair and an engaging smile, accepted Dahmer's invitation to stop at the house for a few beers, expecting Dahmer would drive him to see his girlfriend afterward. But Dahmer intended nothing of the sort.

Interviewed by a special agent of the FBI on August 13, 1992, Dahmer spoke of a "pretty good, pretty average" relationship with his parents and brother. His father was a research chemist with a Ph.D. His mother had emotional difficulties; Dahmer told investigators he felt guilty for having been born, as his mother had told him she suffered a nervous breakdown after his birth. While he was growing up both parents apparently were so absorbed in their own marital difficulties that they left him pretty much to himself. Neither appears to have worried about young Jeff's fascination with dead animals, the way he brought them home, dissected them, removed their flesh, and preserved their skeletons. Heads of dead animals were impaled on sticks in the yard. Even if he wasn't doing it consciously, young Jeffrey was perfecting his grisly art. While he worked on dogs, cats, and rats, I wonder if he imagined that one day he would use these skills on human beings. By the time he was sixteen, Dahmer was having homosexual fantasies in which he envisioned having total control over others. He told his FBI interviewer of one dream in which he struck someone with a blackjack and had sex with the inert body. His thoughts troubled him, and in high school he turned to alcohol to numb himself.

Standing at the side of the road, his thumb extended, Hicks provided an opportunity Dahmer found irresistible. The two shared a twelve-pack of beer, but when Hicks asked for a ride to his girlfriend's house, Dahmer became furious. "I just didn't want him to leave," he later told detectives. As Hicks sat on a chair in the bedroom, Dahmer hit the young man on the back of his head twice with an eight-inch barbell, then strangled him. When he knew Hicks was dead, Dahmer cut the body open to examine it. A day or two later, he dragged the body to a crawl space under the house, cut it into small pieces, put it into garbage bags, and stuffed the bags into a drainage pipe in the backyard. Three days later, afraid that dogs attracted by the odor would dig up the remains, he loaded the bags into the car and had his encounter with the police.

Frightened by his narrow escape, Jeffrey drove home and set to work removing flesh from Hicks's bones. Then, using his father's sledgehammer and a large boulder at the side of the house, he smashed the bones and threw the fragments into the woods behind the house, turning first in one direction then another, as though he were scattering seeds.

Based on my own experience rendering bodies down to the bone, even after only a few days in the summer heat I'm sure the remains were difficult to work with. Despite the ugliness of it all, Dahmer could easily have smashed the bones and scattered them in half a day. Years later, when Dahmer was telling the police about his Milwaukee murders, he mentioned the Hicks episode as well, supplying only Hicks's first name and saying he had gotten rid of the remains so thoroughly that no one would ever find them.

He was wrong. You can smash a blue-and-white china plate into a hundred pieces, but you'll still be able to recognize that it's a broken blue-and-white plate. You can smash bones and strew them around, but you still haven't destroyed their value as evidence. What Dahmer did to Steven Hicks's bones was identical to what happens to bones when a jet plane crashes or, to a lesser degree, what happens to the human skull when a bullet passes through it. It's my job as a forensic anthropologist to piece bone fragments back together and identify to the highest possible degree of certainty whose bones they are. And that's what I did when Steven Hicks's bones arrived at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C., where I was working in the physical anthropology department's laboratory.

* * *

The long, dark corridor that leads from the elevator on the third floor of the Smithsonian Institution to the physical anthropology department's laboratory is lined with drawers, each containing human remains. The Smithsonian houses the bones of some thirty thousand individuals. Some have been identified, others have not. Most were collected by Smithsonian scientists during an era of exploration when laws governing exhumation were more relaxed than they are now. I remember listening to one anthropologist as he recounted nights spent traveling down rivers in the Yukon, searching for graves and burials. He would collect as many remains as he could and then hurry off before neighborhood dogs caught up with him. The Smithsonian has for many years served as an institution fostering research and knowledge about humankind, and part of that knowledge is about past generations and people from around the world. When I worked there, I felt like the proverbial kid in the candy store.

Unlike the first two floors of the Smithsonian, where the public is welcome to explore the results of the institution's work to increase knowledge of American history and heritage, the third floor is off limits. You have to apply at the security office with a very good reason for visiting what the news media often call "America's attic." Even with your security badge, a Smithsonian employee will turn the key in the elevator panel lock that opens the way to the third floor and accompany you to the lab, releasing you into the custody of the person you've come to see. Getting upstairs at the Smithsonian is difficult and carefully monitored for good reason. When the Federal Bureau of Investigation moved in across the street from the institution, in 1936, Smithsonian anthropologists began helping to solve crimes. The privacy of the third floor is necessary, not only to ensure the safety of the human remains and priceless artifacts housed there, but also to protect the integrity of the scientific processes practiced in the lab.

Along the third floor's dark hallway on August 16, 1991, strode William A. Cox, coroner in Summit County, Ohio, carrying a carton containing remains he wanted us to analyze. Dr. Cox wanted to know if the bones he was bringing us belonged to Steven Hicks, murdered thirteen years earlier—and whether anyone else's bones were mixed in with Hicks's.

I'd come to the institution in 1988. To me it was hallowed ground, the former domain of Larry Angel, the man who first exposed me to forensic anthropology. I had gone on a field trip while I was an undergraduate at the College of William and Mary, and Dr. Angel had been there to give us an overview of the field. A smallish fellow, with muttonchop sideburns and a bow tie, christened by one magazine writer as Sherlock Bones, he'd run us through some of the things you could find out from examining a human bone. I was hooked. Dr. Angel, the personification of a "skeleton sleuth," occupied the physical anthropology lab at the Smithsonian for many years, although he didn't set the longevity record. That belonged to Dr. T. Dale Stewart, one of the lab's founding fathers, who came to work faithfully for sixty-six years.

When Dr. Angel died, the Smithsonian brought in Doug Owsley to take his place. I'd known Doug from the University of Tennessee, where I began my doctoral work; he brought me along with him to Washington. Typically, Smithsonian anthropologists are hired for their expertise in a particular area. For example, Owsley's research spans some three hundred years, specializing in Native Americans who lived on the Central Plains of the United States between the eighteenth and early twentieth centuries. He's also done considerable research on soldiers of the Civil War, remains found on Easter Island, Kennewick Man, and corpses buried in cast-iron coffins. He is a voracious examiner and collector of information. Doug brought me to the Smithsonian because of my eye for detail. The summer I met Doug, within moments of looking at some foot bones, I found cut marks suggesting that the bodies of some American Indians had been ritualistically taken apart at the joints and defleshed. This talent, which I consider a visual gift, came into play more than a decade later while I was working the Dahmer case.

Doug and I made a highly effective team. He's probably the brightest, most driven, and most gifted scientist with whom I've ever worked. Still, he remains humble, gentle, loyal, and a great listener. I learned to recognize when he was on the brink of solving a complex problem: his eyes would dart from side to side as though he was examining every angle, making him look like a professional chess player, lining up his moves to close in for the kill.

Those were great days for me. There was always something more to learn, and I was perpetually in awe of the fact that I was working at the Smithsonian. It was the pinnacle for any forensic anthropologist, and I was settled in at Dr. Angel's desk. In the drawer was a rubber stamp from the Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia—a souvenir of his years there, no doubt. I keep that stamp in my desk at the Central Identification Laboratory in Hawaii, where I now work. It reminds me of the debt I owe to one of the founders of forensic anthropology.

Dosti hoti nahi bhool jane ke liye,
Dost hote nahi bichhad jane ke liye,
Dosti karke khush rahoge itna ki,
Waqt nahi milega aansu bahane ke liye.
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 Methodologies

The first step in every software development project should be requirements analysis, followed by modeling, implementation, and failure elimination (debugging).

There exist a lot of differing approaches for each of those tasks. One approach popular for requirements analysis is Use Case analysis.

Popular modeling techniques include Object-Oriented Analysis and Design (OOAD) and Model-Driven Architecture (MDA). The Unified Modeling Language (UML) is a notation used for both OOAD and MDA

A similar technique used for database design is Entity-Relationship Modeling (ER Modeling).

Implementation techniques include imperative languages (object-oriented or procedural), functional languages, and logic languages.

Debugging is most often done with IDEs like Visual Studio, and Eclipse. Separate debuggers like gdb are also used.

 Modern Languages

Example of the C languge code

The most popular programming languages in the 21st century are C, C++, ObjectiveC, C#, Cobol, Fortran, Java, PHP and Python. Many languages have evolved from C, such as C++, C#, and Java. Java, C# and Python, are popular because programs written in them are executed in a virtual machine, avoiding many of the problems of lower-level languages such as C, C++ or Assembler, such as buffer overruns and invalid pointers. However, most PC desktop applications such as word processors or image manipulation programs are written in more runtime and memory efficient languages like C, C++, and Delphi. Operating systems are almost exclusively written in low-level programming languages like C, C++, or Assembler, since speed is necessary in components like context switching, process and thread management, and memory management. Scientific applications are often implemented in Fortran because very efficient optimization (using optimizing Compilers) is possible for arithmetic. Cobol is still very strong in the corporate data center, mainly on large Mainframe computers. PHP and Java excel in database-oriented applications which are often delivered over the internet or corporate intranets. Python, while being a general purpose programming language, is mostly used in system administration and web programming.

Debugging

Debugging is a very important task for every programmer, because an erroneous program is often useless. Languages like C++ and Assembler are very challenging even to expert programmers because of failure modes like Buffer overruns, bad pointers or uninitialized memory. A buffer overrun can damage adjacent memory regions and cause a failure in a totally different program line. Because of those memory issues tools like Valgrind, Purify or Boundschecker are virtually a necessity for modern software development in the C++ language. Languages such as Java, PHP and Python protect the programmer from most of these runtime failure modes, but this comes at the price of a dramatically lower execution speed of the resulting program. This is acceptable for a large class of enterprise applications, which spend most of their execution time on database access.

Computer programming (often shortened to programming or coding) is the process of writing, testing, and maintaining the source code of computer programs. The source code is written in a programming language. This code may be a modification of existing source or something completely new. The process of writing source code requires expertise in many different subjects, including knowledge of the application domain and algorithms to implement the desired behavior. Within software engineering, programming (the implementation) is regarded as one phase in a software development process.

In some specialist applications or extreme situations a program may be written or modified (known as patching) by directly storing the numeric values of the machine code instructions to be executed into memory