Height of insanity.

I have touched the height of insanity. I have started to see fellow bloggers in the dreams. Somebody find me a psychiatrist.

Quote of the day.

“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”

Albert Pike.

I hate myself.

At around 10:30 this morning when I had to stop on the traffic signal, this old guy reached me and asked for a lift. The auto response of my senses was “No” with a shake of my head, as 99% of the time people reaching you at the signals are the beggars. And because of the law and order situation I am never comfortable giving anyone a lift either.

He stepped off.

I looked at him moving off and realized he was just an old man. While I was still in the dilemma to ask him, to come back, or let go, signal went green and he moved a bit too far too. I moved on – trying to find him in the back mirror. Miserably hating myself and asking, if need be, why would anyone help me when I couldn’t (didn’t) help others? That too at the cost of nothing, when all I had to do was say “Yes” – or wouldn’t God ask why I seek refuge now when I didn’t help His creatures?

Quote(s) of the day.

“The best way to make your dreams come true is – to wakeup!!”

Anonymous



“Circumstances are beyond human control, but our conduct is in our power.”

Benjamin Disraeli  



“Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.”

Voltaire

Mehndhi/Henna designs.

Any female readers of my blog willing to volunteer to apply mehndi/henna on my mom’s hands? She’s going to attend this wedding today and she wants me to make some designs with Henna, on her hands. I told her I will only end up making few random lines that won’t make any sense.

Alas. She will probably go without Henna on her hands.

IIS is not running ASP.Net version 1.1.

Like always I was up last night and bored, and out of no where I thought lets check ASP.Net, since it’s been more then a year when I even saw its face in development environment. So I enabled IIS’s service, opened up the development environment of Visual Studio.Net 2003 and when I tried to create a new ASP project; BANG, comes an error message “Visual Studio.Net has detected that the specified Web Server is not Running ASP.Net version 1.1.”. WTF.

When you start something again after a long time, and you know your skills are rusted like an old car, the first impression you get of yourself is “I am doing something wrong”. I tried to check the things in my mind what could possibly be the problem? If I have framework version 1.1. installed in my machine why doesn’t IIS have ASP.Net 1.1? So maybe when I was installing it back then I chose not to or ignored? In any case I reinstalled framework 1.1. but the error remained the same.

Whatever reason it had been but it turned out that my IIS server was still using ASP.Net version 1.0. Just to check I created a manual test project in IIS and configured it to use ASP.Net ver 1.1. and then link it to Visual Studio.Net 2003 but this attempt failed as well. So the only way was I needed to update IIS and its script maps, that I didn’t know how to. I searched the net and it turned out I only needed to run aspnet_regiis.exe file with –r switch.

Ahh well, if any of you ever face a similar problem the file aspnet_regiis.exe is located in “DRIVE:\WINDOWS\Microsoft.Net\Framework\v1.1.4322\” (v1.0.3705 for version 1.0) And if you want to check what ASP.Net version your IIS server is configured to use you can follow the instruction bellow. (I am so nice I took some screen shots for you people, okay okay I am not nice, I was just bored and needed to kill some time.)






Open IIS Admin, right click on any of your web portal and click properties.













In portal’s properties window, go to directory tab and click configuration.










Select .aspx (if there is no .aspx your IIS server is not configured to use ASP.Net) and click edit.








Here, you can see what version it is, v1.1.4322 is version 1.1 and if its v1.0.3705, its version 1.0.




Okay so, today’s tutorial ends here, and since its almost 11 in the morning, I will go sleep now.

Happy Birthday Dear Friend.

Words fail; and you don’t have gesture to express your wishes. But no matter how difficult, rather impossible it is to express your true wishes, what alternative do we have? In the end, we are left with those simple words again, which can not hold the immense trueness which was meant to convey; and a hope, that you may, will comprehend, how deeply and truly I meant what I say.

On this very day I wish God will advert His sense of aesthetics towards you and adorn you like asphodel, make you luminous in beauty and speech; so that others may benefit from your atticism, exhorted words and amiable self. And your inner incandescent may help you find a way out when you find yourself intent in the darkest days of life.

I wish that you may never abnegate when dealing with fate, luck or difficult people and it may not take long before success surrenders in your feet. You may not fall into decoy or disquiet rather ameliorate; and you live a blissful life.

And I wish you beauty; beauty of soul and skin. Kind of beauty that makes all other flora callow when you glow, make them feeble. Praises become inevitable, beauty that makes you laudable, loveable. Gorgeous lineaments; view of which may give riddance from the prison of tormented. An utter joy – just by looking at you. Venerate – in the eyes of the beholder.

This is not an attempt to versify, but exertion just to tell you this:

Happy Birthday.

Have a wonderful day and joyful life ahead.

Walking on the side road.

Walking on the side road I often feel the world around me is much faster in their pace. High speed vehicles and jam packed roads; either my mind doesn’t fit in or they are in a different frame of reference. Not only the physical velocity is different but the expressions on the faces. Out of blue, sometimes, I find some lonely expressions too; perhaps the time I feel I am not alone. There are other alike.

Its not that I never tried to catch up, I often run hard, so hard, and for some brief time I am one of them but it doesn’t take too long to realize I am too exhausted. I can’t run anymore. I fell of with broken breath, uneven heart beat and my lonely gazes trying to find those, who were with me, for a moment. But they are long gone.

Confused.

And the life fails; one way or the other. Death occurs; sooner or later.

What is success? Or failure? Even if it is something metaphysical what good will it bring when the existence itself is temporary. Something – that will fade away. Or if it does have its own colors and attributes that you can touch and feel in your own way wouldn’t the question will still remains the same?

It is something like a recursive loop in life to keep us busy, dream – try – success – dream – try – failure – dream – try – success; until you are finished, what then? The unimportance of the success is also evident when you fail; life goes on, you just lost some of the time as you were kept busy in the loop; and the new loop starts.

The good thing about jogging.

The good thing about jogging is there comes a point when your mind is totally empty. There is no thought, there is no concern, there is no memory; you are just running – and running.

Possessed by Google Adscene.

Google has taken over my Blog too as it always does to other web sites, Orkut and Blogger are two examples. Big fish always eats the small one. I am possessed by Google’s offers and I have started to believe it will make me rich (Okay that was a joke :p). But here is a long term planning I did, lets assume I earn $10 a month, that’s $120 a year and $3600 after 30 years. So why let go $3600 when I retire? I will cash my money then and I have 30 years to decide what I want to do with it.

Protective Parent.

My mom is very protective kind; back in school when I was pre-teen to mid teens I almost never got permission to go to school picnics, when they used to go to beaches and lakes etc. and then, I used to think, when I am grown old and have my own kids, I wont stop them and let them have all the fun they can, with fellow pupils.

Yesterday, when my Aunt told me my cousin (6th grader, 10 years old) will be going to sands pit for a camp fire arranged by his school I bombarded her with ten fifteen quick questions, filled with worst possible scenarios what could happen. Who is going to take care of him? And all the “what if’s?” And he is only my cousin. I am not going to be a parent any time soon, that I know for sure, but I have serious doubts if I will be able to keep the promise that once I made to myself. I am still hugely in favor of to let kids go and enjoy, brighten their horizons, but, not at the risk of their safety. I think, I will be a protective parent too.