Bitter Sweet Symphony

run cron job in seconds

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 11:41:00 +0000

while scheduling a cronjob i found out that cron wakes up every minute and executes the jobs for that minute. i needed to run a job every 30 seconds. so what to do. i was confused. later i searched for it and found out it is too simply done. just add another entry that will sleep 30 seconds and execute the job. add these lines in the crontab -

00-59 * * * * root sh /home/me/myscript.sh
00-59 * * * * root sleep 30 && sh /home/me/myscript.sh

alvida vonair : an open farewell note

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 18:05:00 +0000

dear colleagues, friends and family

with heart full of sadness i have to say goodbye. it has been almost three years. three years is not long for a company, but much long for a single being. and these years will be something i will cherish. it had good and bad moments. there were times of happiness and challenge. but above all i was proud to be a part of this wonderful family. and i will be for the rest of my life.

i was lucky that i could start my professional life in a company like Vonair. because vonair always believed in people. in my opinion vonair recruits the best people from the process. as a result i had the opportunity to work with people like Zahangir bhai, Monoar bhai, Jesmin apu and Murad bhai. i cannot thank you enough for the mentoring you have blessed me with. specially Zahangir bhai. i do not know what i would do without him. thanks to Tanvir bhai, Mosa bhai and Junaid bhai for the company and guidance. thanks to promee apu and tuli for making my life easy. nusrat apu, soma apu and sharia apu, i wish i could get to know you better. rasel, rasib, rizvi, mehedi bhai, farah and sayeed bhai wish you all the best in vonair. thanks to mr. Rownak, Selim bhai and Bahar for the support. thanks to Mr. Mukhtar for the honor i did not deserve. i will miss you guyz. and there were so many colleagues who are not in Vonair currently but i will remember them always. Tomal bhai, Rafiq bhai, Pavel bhai, Nishat bhai, Sajid bhai, Sohel bhai, ridwan, sheetal, nadia, swakkhar, ahsan, saikat, rubon bhai, the list goes on. it had been a sweet long journey with all of you. i was truly honored.

i have enjoyed my tenure here and i appreciate having had the opportunity to work with you. thank you for the support, guidance, and encouragement you have provided me during my time at Vonair.

in the end i will say please forgive me for any inconvenience i have made to you. and please remember me.

Hoist the Colours

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 18:18:00 +0000

The king and his men stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.

Yo, ho, all hands.
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

Yo, ho, haul together.
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

Some have died and some are alive
others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!

The bell has been raised from its watery grave...
Hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all, pay heed the squall
and turn your sail to home!

Yo, ho, haul together.
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

[NB: a song from pirate of the caribbean ]

sharing a video

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 18:26:00 +0000

this youtube video is about a man dancing weirdly with bangla song playing in the background... funny thing is this dancer went many countries except bangladesh to shoot... :-S

quotes....

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 19:13:00 +0000

its been a while since i really tried to make a post in here. but things are not going as i would like them to be. i am learning from life. and forgetting them again. thats life i guess. anyway, these quotes, have been pecking inside my head too long a time, to be written down in here, which are totally not mine. but they are simply great. i will just dump them in here -

"But on this auspicious of nights permit me then in lieu of the more commonplace superkay to suggest the character of this persona. Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."............... this is from the the movie 'V for Vendetta', which i didnt like at all.

"we live our lives as if we will never die, then one day we die as if we have never lived...." - [dont know the source.]

i was watching this movie 'Juno', about a teenager girl who just found out that she is pregnant. i am just recommending that u might like it.

and here is a quote from the tv series 'heroes' - "But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable our very existence in peril.... All we can do... is run."

i know these seems a little out of context in here... but who cares.

blowin' in the wind

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 19:12:00 +0000

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

- Bob Dylan

looking back....

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 17:19:00 +0000

and yet one more year is gone, one more year to look back. but where am i going! people say time is merciless and i realize the truth of it now. looking back at the year i was wondering what is the best thing i have done, for me or anyone!

...

....

what! i am looking back. thats what i wanted to say.... :P... not satisfied! ok, here is a poem titled 'looking back'. happy new year everyone...:D

" You always mean to go back
but one day you look around and
life has passed by and you've somehow forgotten.
And you remember them for the way they were
for the way you were back then.
And one day a name, a face pops into your head
and you look back maybe even hoping they haven't
changed because maybe it would mean you haven't either.
But you read the words on the news item and it hurts
"released by the estate of..."
And then you know that time can't be granted or fooled
and sometimes people forgotten can never be found again. "[source]
[photo]

Edelweiss

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 20:50:00 +0000

"Edelweiss, edelweiss
Ev'ry morning you greet me
Small and white
Clean and bright
You look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow
May you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever." - Sound of Music

[photo]

follow up: trip to birishiri

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 14:38:00 +0000

today i was requested on IM from mr 'bohemian'... he is interested to go to birishiri... and found me through this post. i wanted to help him, though i could not provide enough useful information i guess. in this trip i almost had to do nothin. because my friends organized the whole tour, i just joined the party and enjoyed. they hired a microbus for the whole day. the driver guided us to birishiri. my friends managed a boat and we went to the border through the river somessor. i got in and enjoyed and this is the exact same way i came back to dhaka... :)... anyway i asked mr 'Bohemian' about the source of my blog out of interest and found out that google is the culprit behind this total misunderstanding.
.....
me: amar blog kothe theke pailen... ektu jante ichha kortese
me: :)
Bohemian: ami google e dhoika birishiri netrokona lekhe search disi
Bohemian: then pailam
me: hahahahahahaha
me: joss
.....

moral: shob google er dosh... i didnt have the faintest interest to give any tour plan to birishiri. i apologize for not being able to provide fruitful information. i posted the pictures with no specific purpose... :)

tips: find a friend like i have and let him arrange the whole thing... ;)

random...

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 19:08:00 +0000

NB: all taken from mobile camera... so resolution is not so good. :)

Untitled

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 12:46:00 +0000

"there used to be a time when school authorities would not allow cigarette and wank magazines. now students are not allowed to bring knives and crack cocaine. and they call it progress." - notes on a scandal.

... nijer shathei juddho kori,
nijer kachhei jukti.
nijer monei dalankothha,
nijer monei mukti...

A kid brother once told me, grow up bhaiya! I was so dumb struck by the truth of it that i couldnt reply.

Why does my heart cry?

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 17:47:00 +0000

Roxanne, you dont have to put on that red light
Walk the streets for money
You dont care if its wrong or if it is right.

Roxanne, you dont have to wear that dress tonight.
Roxanne, you dont have to sell your body to the night.

His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
Its more than I can stand,
Roxanne

And I who love you so much; what am I going to do?
You left me...you left me like a dove
My soul has left me; my heart has left me
I no longer wish to live because I cannot convince you
Not to sell yourself, Roxanne.

Why does my heart cry?
Feelings I cant fight

You're free to leave me
But just dont deceive me
And please Believe me when I say
I love you.
- moulin rouge

time does not heal all wounds...

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 17:11:00 +0000

there was a time when i was sleeping. sleeping for a long long time through a exaggerated winter. i didnt know how it felt to be awake. the nights prevailed and the darkness loomed like a enormous black ghost. i wished to dream but i didnt know how! then one fine morning, a morning came to my door and knocked. knocked as smooth as a falling leave on a bright autumn morn. i woke up and started dreaming. it was so mellifluous that it felt like honey. it was so invigorating that i couldnt breathe. and it jabbed a rough edged knife into my heart. i cried in anguish and pain and prayed it not to stop. everyone noticed the tears and said in soothingly voice that 'time, my dear heals all' and patted on my shoulder. it bled and bled as much as a river can hold. eventually it had to stop.

as time passed by i realized that the gushing wound is beginning to mend. i saw myself trying to keep my eyes open but winter came along and the dream ended and left me unconscious. i was trembling from the fear of being thralled by the wintry. i slept like a log. i slept like a broom among brooms in the brooms closet. like a snake in hibernation. but my fairy godmother had pity on me and woke me up again and placed me back in my reverie. and i found out my old wound still can bleed. i sighed a happy sigh. and said to my self- time does not after all heal all wounds. from then on i am trying hard to keep my dream like a dream on a sweet vanilla ice cream.

aha....

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 18:07:00 +0000

i dont know what happened to my writing habit. i cant give shape the simplest of the thoughts . i visit this site like any other visitor. i look back at the posts i have written and wonder about the zeal i used to have. nothing seems to get elaborated no matter how much i want to stretch it. when i need this skill the most. as i am preparing for the gre exam my stock of words seem to decrease gradually to nothin..... :-S

lately i have enjoyed two movies very much. one is "earth" of deepa mehta and the other is "aha" directed by enamul kobir nirjhor. dont knw why i liked these. may be because i liked to get confused these days.... here is a lyrics of a confusing song from more confusing movie "aha"...

dur isharay bohu dure achre pore akash
ki hoy toder ektukhani ador beshi makhash.
durer manush, kachher manush jotil shomikoron
shorol moner torol kadhe korchhi take boron.
dur isharay bohu dure.....

blogger play

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 17:57:00 +0000

here is another interesting feature added by blogger. its called "blogger play". according to their blogger team one of their engineers whipped up a web page that would show them the pictures that were being uploaded in real time. the result was fun, often beautiful, but above all, compelling. and it really is great. if u have a good internet connection then this is something u can watch in idle time and it never gets too boring. this is an interesting slideshow, and a reminder of the diversity and vivaciousness of Blogger blogs.

when i started watchin this real time slide show, it reminded me of the local radio station!! and how? because u dont have to worry about making it and deciding the sequence, and it is totally random. when the first local radio station in dhaka "radio today" was launched i was glad just because of the freedom of not choosing what to listen. its just fabulous. :D...

trip to birishiri

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 16:07:00 +0000

this weekend i made a trip to mymensingh, netrokona with some of my university friends. it was a fantastic tour. spent one night on a boat on the river "brahmaputra". the moon was totally round and glamorous. we sang our hearts out. then went to birishiri/shushong durgapur... upto the bangladesh-india border. there is a army check-post named "bijoypur". the returning journey was full of unexpected events. for example we found out that one of the bridges we passed earlier has broken down! we had to take an alternative route through the narrow road between rural villages. had to push two buses from muddy-ditch-looking roads to make our way out, unless we had to spent the night in the middle of nowhere, with no food, no electricity and above all no smoke!!!... :P anyways i think the pictures will explain better than my words.

a time be remember

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:09:00 +0000

last week i took the chance to go to Notre Dame College after a long long time. it seems ages. i have passed from there in the year of 2001 and our very active, fast and reliable education board took the pain to prepare our certificate after 6 years! am i glad!! i think i should be. anyways, when i entered the college premises lots of memories rushed to my mind. it was a time to be nostalgic. after collecting the certificate i realized that it might be the last legal string i am cutting with it. notre dame college will be in my heart until i die for making me a proud student of it. thanx...

musings

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 18:34:00 +0000

regular readers of this blog(if there any!) knows how weird situations i face frequently here are some more....

1. a few days back i left the office leaving a thousand works to do for a more important event to attend and intended to come back. while returning to office, it started raining and i was in a auto-rickshaw. in the middle(literally) of the road the auto stopped and wont start again. it was raining like hell and as dhaka has the worst drainage system possible there was knee deep water on the road and the cars behind the auto were coming fast and splashing water. my auto driver preferred an accident than getting down and pushing the auto a side of the road. but i thought i better get down unless i will sure die in here like a rat. i jumped into the pool(road) and saw a bus passing. in dhaka anyone can jump into a local bus from anywhere, a bus-stop is not required. i saw a bus and tried to jump in as i was wet already and had no intention to get totally drenched. the bus conductor stopped me from getting in!! if you ever been to dhaka you must know it is near to impossible to happen such kinda thing, because these buses stick to the road and load the bus until they can inject one more pin inside. anyways... i was startled and looked at him asking what is the matter? he answered, that the bus is loaded(which was not, there were empty seats) and cant let me in. doubly surprised i said,"bhije jachhi re bhai!(i am getting soaked man.)".... making me feel like a fool he replied, "bristi hoitese, bhijben na??!!(it is raining and you want to stay dry??!!)"...... huh!!! :O

2. today when i was returning to home from my office i was totally tired after the days work and didnt want to wait a second in the road. but i had something else in luck waiting. to give the context, the distance is not far and i travel this path by human-paddled rickshaws. the road is not repaired for years and it looks like a trench. i dont like to walk on this road and rickshaw pullers obviously dont like to ride too. nobody wanted to go to my destination and my throat started to ache by asking every passing rickshaw. suddenly a rickshaw puller advised to me, "rasta thhik koren!!!(repair the road if you want the luxury of rickshaw!!)" :-S.... :@.... and i wanted to reply [rasta ki amar baper???] but couldnt..............

PS: i read this line somewhere. cant remember where... the like goes like this - i scattered a jokes once. everybody laughed. i started to cry. cause the jokes was about me!!

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Sat, 30 Jun 2007 18:14:00 +0000

"in dino, dil mera
mujhse hay kheh raha,
tu khab shaja
tu jeele jara.
hay tujhe bhi ijajat
karle tu bhi muhabat
hay tujhe bhi ijajat
karle tu bhi muhabat........"

monkey kick off - miniclip game

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 18:13:00 +0000

pics from mymensingh tour

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 17:40:00 +0000

links....

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 17:20:00 +0000

as a internet user i find mozilla firefox a very cool, lightweight, convenient browser. and the thing i like most about it is the extensions available to be used. anyways i wont elaborate the matter because most advanced user knows about it. let me get to the point, here is a very helpful extension stumble upon, which helps you find random sites of your interest. if you have enough time and sitting in front of the pc wondering what you want to browse, just install this extension and start clicking it stumble button. the rest is done by it.

here are some cool links that i found today...

1. reading test
2. Some storm pics
3. draw space
4. flash painting board
5. hey math

by the way... if u r not a firefox user... jump into it. it has a very good user experience and its totally free. Get your firefox from here.

anonymity

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 08:06:00 +0000

i have changed my cell number recently to grameenphone and i needed to inform my friends about it. so i sent a sms to them and the content was like this...
"this is my new number. i will be available in this number mostly."

looks alright?? it wasnt. my friends instantly started replying me back and two of them was like this -
1. "unfortunately i dont have your new number saved (because its new)! therefore i have no clue who this number belongs to." .... :P
2. "who are u? and what was your previous number."

yeah right... i forgot to give the digital signature at the end... =)... at that time i was in my office and it was hard to stop my laughing out loud.

about corruption

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Fri, 08 Jun 2007 17:34:00 +0000

our country is going through a major cleansing in the political parties and all other sectors as possible. mainly the corruption that spread like wild fire and touched almost every single person who can afford to be corrupted. from the top to the bottom. recently a news came out from a minister that our former prime minister helped to set free a murderer in exchange of money!! people know these politicians are corrupted to their bones and yet these bloodsuckers are the only people you have in your option. sad thing is, when the authority has no ethics and a thug itself, every tom, dick and harry will lose their moral degeneracy and be dishonest.

here is an incident that occurred today. the bill collector of our satellite tv connection came to collect this months payment. i was planning to get connection in my computer as well. so i asked him about the procedure to do that. so he said i have to pay 250 tk additional to the normal 300 tk. they dont have anything more to setup and yet these is the charge. one of my friends told me that i can have it with additional 100 tk. i charged him about it and said the fare is not logical. and he gave me a solution like i have to pay 200 tk but these will not be included in the bill. i can have the second connection but the authority does not need to know about it! and i thought isnt he paid enough by his employer?? or its just a opportunity every 'wise' man will take!!!

thoughts and confessions

noreply@blogger.com (aragorn) — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 06:52:00 +0000

its been long since i last posted a blog in here. and i am still confused about the reason i should blog or why i bloggin should be meaningless. why would anybody care what i think is stopping me from blogging and at the same time why would i care what others think solves the state of ambivalence. in the end this blog turned out as an very irregular meaningless confused thoughts of an doubly confused mind! :-S

last friday i went to a funeral of a parent of my school friend. he is studying in australia these days and thus we haven't meet since 2001. so it was a good get together in his home. while we were chatting his grandma came in and announced that she wanted to be our friend and she felt good watching young people. so we invited her in our conversation. but after sometimes i noticed that the grandma is not talking as we are to0 engaged in our own thoughts and sharing the thoughts. i realized how she wanted to get inside the gathering but failing to do that for the age gap and it made me feel bad. in the course of thoughts she reminded me of my grandma whom i havent visited, for 2/3 years which seemed ages, for some lame excuses. i felt the urge to manage my time 'once again' and go see the dear old face of my nani before there is noway to do that!