Meine Familie

Meine Familie

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Rasna Goenka

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Mein Name ist Rasna Goenka, und ich habe vier Mitglieder in meiner Familie. Der Name meines Vaters ist Santosh Goenka. Er ist ein Kaufmann. Er ist eine beschäftigte Person aber verbringt noch Zeit mit uns. Er hilft mir mit meinen Hausaufgaben. Er möchtet Karten spielen und Romane lesen. Der Name meiner Mutter ist Nirmala, und sie ist eine Hausfrau. Sie ist eine schöne Frau. Sie ist eine ausgezeichnete Koch. Sie ist sehr fleißige Dame. Meine Schwester ist eine Ingenieurin. Sie heiβt Neha. Sie möchte Musik zuhören und sie tanzt nett. Sie ist mein beste Freundin. Meine Eltern nehmen gute Sorge von uns. An den Wochenenden möchten wir Kino zusammen sehen. Wir leben in Ranchi. Wir mögen zu neuen Plätzen fahren.

Mein Großvater lebt in Rajasthan. Wir besuchen ihn häufig. Er ist ein sehr alter Mann. Mein Vetter ist ein Medizin-Student. Sie studiert in China und sie spricht auf Chinesisch fließend. Sie ist ein sehr interessantes Mädchen und sagt immer viele Geschichten. Wir haben auch einen Hund. Ich liebe, mit ihm zu spielen. Es mag Knochen essen und Ball spielen. Ich liebe alle Mitglieder meiner Familie. Sie sind alle für mich wichtig.

SoftComputing Tools in Engineering

Name of Project: Job Prediction Using Frequent Pattern Mining

Group Members:

Anukriti Ranjan

Rasna Goenka

Sri Nitya Anupindi

Sukanya Sasmal

Suruchi

Vajha Myna

For every UG course in IIT Kharagpur, we are required to opt for an IT breadth. We chose Softcomputing tools in Engineering. For this course we are required to do a mandatory project submission at the end of the term.

Ours was a pretty heterogeneous group in terms of our major subjects: Electrical, ECE, Biotech and Chemical, we had it all. When the time of deciding the topic of project came, reaching a consensus was difficult. One fine day I suggested we do something on Data Mining, gave them a brief background of the field and everybody agreed. Now what exactly should we do. I had some experience in this field as I had done an internship in IIM-A the previous summer in this field. We started searching about various topics in this vast field and thinking what has already been done and what can be done.

I recalled that one of my fellow-interns was doing work on something called Frequent Pattern Mining. I googled the thing and it sounded interesting. Then I asked him to forward all the papers that he had read for it. I read them all, got even more interested. Then suddenly an idea popped in my mind, we can use pattern mining for prediction based on attributes. Since generally techniques like Time-Series Analysis are used for prediction, the idea was fresh and we did not find any previous work done in this regard. Hard Part Over or so we thought.

Coding part started:

My guide in IIM once said that Data Mining Applications should preferably be Java based. Since Java is a freeware and platform independent. So we decided to code in Java. The fact that 5/6 people in our group did not know Java wasn't helping our cause. We were using Apriori Algorithm for pattern generation. It took us 5 days to get that Algo working. Since there was no previous work done, we had to work out each and every logic and then code it. So even for seemingly small things it took us hours to think and implement.

Bits and bytes of the code was working but till the night before the presentation our dataset wasn't ready. Add to that our GUI was only partially functional, we were in big trouble. We decided to keep awake and code through the night. Sometime around 3 AM the bits and bytes were all assembled into a main code and it was working. Now the only thing left was linking it with the output and running the Apriori code to generate patterns beforehand so that during the demo we only need to run the matching part of the code. We decide to take a break. Anukriti and Suruchi go to JCB. Me and Myna decide to take a short nap.

Time 4:45 am : I wake up with a start. Myna is sleeping. No sign of Anukriti. I think that they got the whole thing working and there is no need to keep awake and I go to sleep.

Time 6:45 am : Knock on my door. A frantic Sukanya informs me our code isnt working. The output couldnot be linked with the input. There are no generated patterns.

Time 8 am: We reach Vikramshila. Start running the code for pattern generation. First file takes 40 minutes, 19 more to go. Time left: 5 hours.

Time 12:30: Lunch Break. 10 files are done. We reduce the minimum support value for the rest of the files and generate patterns. GUI still not working. Giving arbitrary errors none of us is able to decipher in that high tension situation. I and Anukriti frantically go through the presentation

Time 1:30: Presentations resume. We approach sir to give us some time as we didnot have the patterns ready by then. Sir declines.

Our turn came. I and Anukriti start the presentation. The few people who were listening weren't getting anything of what we were trying to explain. Ours was the first group for which Sir asked questions in the middle of the presentation. It was a disaster.

Presentation ended. We were sitting near Vikramshila canteen, venting out our frustration. I was feeling especially guilty for guiding the group through this path. After almost an hour we go back to the presentation room. Brave through rest of the presentations, do the documentation. At the end of the day we decided we should talk to sir and explain again what we did.

To our surprise, Sir himself called us. He told us "Your project has tremendous potential. You write a paper on it. I will send it to an International Conference On Data Mining, if selected atleast one of you will get a chance to go to Germany".

We walk out of Vikramshila, in silence yet smiling ear-to-ear.

True that the presentation was a disaster, but just the fact that Sir understood we had done something new, which is neither Fuzzy nor farji, filled us with satisfaction. And the crappiest of days turned into the happiest one.

Love Actually...

I am writing this post on Rakhi eve. You might be wondering that love is generally in the air sometimes in February. Infact we have a whole week dedicated to it. I might sound like a weirdo but I am writing this post because I am missing my sister a lot this very moment. Now wait! When did a girl start missing her sister on Rakhi?

My family is the ideal "Hum do hamare do". And my sister is the only sibling I have. The only person in the world who knows me better than I myself do. Being a Marwari comes with the bonus of very colourful and extravagant festivals. Like Rakhi. When in other households only boys get to flash their wristful of Rakhis in my family even girls get to show off their stylish lumbas. My sister ties me Rakhi and I vow to be her bodyguard(Believe me no boy approached her in our 12 years at school and one year of college). That was till three years back. After that I joined IIT Kharagpur and the hectic schedule keeps us apart on this very special day.

Being used to such colourful and awesome Rakhi, I was near to tears on Rakhi two years back. I was missing home, sisterly affection and her pampering. That was when one of my batchmates, Niharika, came to me and told me she wanted to tie me Rakhi. ( She was missing her brother and back then I looked boyish enough to fill in for him ). Whatever may be the reason it filled my heart with the fuzzy warm feeling and the knowledge that love actually is everywhere.....

Being Rasna.

The 10 commonest reactions people give after hearing my name for the first time:

1. Come again.
2. Rachna right?
3. Rashna?
4. Is that even a name?
5. You have got to be kidding me.
6. Wo peene waala?
7. Tumhara flavour kaun sa hai?
8. Ye naam rakha kisne? (Answer: "Mummy ne")
9. Ye naam kya soch k rakha? ( Answer: "Ad pasand aa gaya tha")
10. Agar 555 ka ad pasand aata to tumhara naam kya hota? ( No answer to this one :( )

The Fantastic Four : #20729 The trip to Mount Abu

This story is about the most adventurous trip of my life, one to Mount Abu. I know that there is nothing adventurous about Abu but the four of us -Me, Gunjit,Shubham and Maulik made it so by our terrific planning.

The trip begins:

We chose the 5:30 (a.m.) train to Abu Road from Ahmedabad. I had to wake up at 3:15 to make it on time. When I was brushing I thought I heard (or imagined that I did) a woman scream. Now, to be honest I am not exactly the bravest person on earth so the beginning to the day itself wasnt exactly great ; for me atleast.

The train:

We had decided against reserving tickets (5:30 ko kisko tempo aayega jaaneka?) and were really hoping for an empty train. When the train actually arrived all the seats were occupied. So all four of us sat on the upper berth of a general compartment(where people usually keep their luggage). The jouney had its moments with me crying for food and the unrelenting PJs of Maulik and Gunjit (Poor me and Shubham the sufferers).

Abu Road to Mount Abu:

The train left us at Abu Road and we took a jeep for the ascent up the mountain and what a journey it was. A solitary jeep moving slowly up a narrow road, mountain on one side and deep valley on the other. The road had loads of blind sharp turns (My experience up the Ramgarh -Ranchi road came in handy). The region is actually a sanctuary for wild animals. Maulik went sentimental (:P) recalling the Paw imprint of a Bear and the skeleton of a toger he saw 8 years back . n haan now I was cryin bout the boredom of journey.

Finally On top:

After a journey of nearly 6 hourse we finally reached there. Ate quickly( with Shubham being Mr. Smartypants about how much time cooks take to prepare Manchurian (it arrived the earliest :)). We hired a taxi and began our trip.

The Peace Hall:

The Peace Hall is an establishment of The Brahmakumaris. Apparently Gunjit and Shubham had a lot of experience with their crap so they were quite psyched out about going there. Still after I said I want to go in they agreed to join us. We went in. A man led us to the gates of a big hall where we saw people being lectured about spirituality in groups of 20. We fled with rocket speed from there.

The Arbuda Mandir:
It is a temple of Goddess Durga located on a hilltop. The driver-cum-guide told us that there are 256 stairs on the way ("Par aap log to 20 minute me wapas aa jaoge. Jawaan khoon hai ":P)
Anyways, we started on our way with me lagging behind(I am bad with stair-climbing).
When we finally reached the temple all the pain actually went away. The temple is situated in a small cave. I wondered about the history of its discovery ( Ek mandir k liye itni door kaun aaya hoga?? )

Dilwara Temples:
From Arbuda we went to the world famous Dilwara temples. The temples are a sample of incredibly intricate marble work. As we moved from temple to temple in awe the very filmy priest-cum-guide told us that one of them costed 18 crores 53 lakhs about a 1000 years ago. The workers were paid in gold weighed against the marble-powder they recovered after their day's work. Another one costed some 12 crores. One had an golden-idol weighing around 800 kilos.
Too bad that photography wasnt allowed.

Achalgarh Temple:

The speciality of this temple is that unlike other Shiva-temple his tight toe is worshipped here. Then there is a nandi- idol made of brass which apparently scared off the army of Alauddin Khilji. The funniest part was that even while purchasing cloth for mannat women were haggling over cloth quality and color. Phew!

Gurushikhar:

The highest point of Rajasthan (again involving a lot of stair climbing :(). There were two good things about that place- the wind and a canteen which had a lot of extinct things like Mirinda's lemon flavour and Poppins :)

Datda Sea World:

Just another aquarium. But since it had been ages since we last went to an aquarium we all enjoyed it a lot. Maulik continued frustrating me by naming two fishes Rasna Orange flavour and Rasna Kaala Khatta :(

Sunset Point:

The most overhyped part of the trip. Yahan Sunset hone k alawa kuchh nahi hota. And it felt foolish to see so many people visit this place to see the sun which anyways sets daily. ( I mean whats so great about it?)

Nakki Lake:

Maulik ka bachpan ka sapna- Nakki Lake me boating. If we had missed that he would have surely cried and even a Cotton Candy wouldnt have cheered him up. :P But haan boating sure is fun. We collided with 3 boats and engineered another one :)

The Return Trip:

The adventure begins now. We hadnt booked the return tickets either. We finished boating by 8:25 and the last bus available from Abu left at 9. So in the remaining 35 minutes we had to return the hired cam, have dinner ( Maulik was crying for food "Deenar nai karenge? ") and catch the bus (provided we didnot know the location of the bus stand). We started walkin. After 10 minutes we got to know that we were walkin in the opposite direction. So we reserved direction. After reaching the Eiffel Tower square ( We named it so as there was a pathetic model of Eiffel Tower kept there) we split into 2 groups.10 minutes were left ( Maulik was still fancying dinner )
2 of us went for returning the cam and me and Shubham went to hire a taxi for the bus stand( wherever that was). A taxi owner told us it was at a walking distance. We ran for it.( I bought some wafers and water for deenar :) )
Exactly at 9 pm we reached the busstand. The last bus was there with its engine running (Shubham clapped "We made it"). And that , my friends , is the story of our trip. It had it highs and lows but I had the time of my life. True we didnt really eat, my limbs are still aching, I feel sleepy even now I did my first churi-shopping( for mom although the shopkeeper insisted he had my size also :)) and best of all it was my maiden trip with friends.

To Neha - with love :)

Once upon a time in a town called ihcnaR there lived two sisters Ahen and Ansar. Ahen was elder and ansar the younger one. They were completely different from each other. Ahen was pretty serious, matured, well-behaved, intelligent in short Daddy's-favourite-boringest-possible girl whereas Ansar well she was ! serious ! matured, !matured, rude well still intelligent, but not exactly the angel of papa's eyes.
This is a story of one of their shopping experiences.
Ahen was a very girly-girl(the type who like shopping and CAN actually shop),whereas poor Ansar didn't really have the neccessary decision making power. So, in our story Ansar and Ahen went shoe shopping(for Ahen offcourse).
After an exhaustive market survey Ahen finally shortlisted two shoes one was black and the other brown. But the kind-hearted and caring creature that she was, she decided that Ansar should also have a word in this very important decision of her life. The resulting conversation follows:

N: Bolo na kaun sa lein? Black ya Brown?
R(After a deep thought offcourse): Brown

After 5 minutes..
N: Bolo na kaun sa lein?
R: Brown.




After 4 minutes..
N: Bolo na kaun sa lein?
R: Brown.



After 3 minutes..
N: Bolo na kaun sa lein?
R: Brown



After 2 minutes..
N:Bolo na kaun sa lein?
R:Brown


After 1 minute..
N(threateningly): Bolo na,kaun sa lein?
R: Black





After 5 nanoseconds..
N: Bhaiya! Black wala pack kar do!