Selfish Love

Me for me.
You for you.
Maybe someday I will figure out how that works.

Till then
I will hope for me
That you find you
For us.

Loss

First came denial
You said you don't love me anymore
Of course you don't know what you want
We can work through our differences
I will hold your ears and apologise
And you will understand I am crazy
And we will be together again
And happy

Then came anger
You said you don't love me anymore
So what were we doing so far?
Was everything we dreamt of a lie?
Every single moment we spent together a dream?
How can it all mean nothing to you?

Then came bargaining
You said you don't love me anymore
But I can love you enough for the both of us
I can wait some more time
Till you make a career
Till your family accepts us
Till you love me again

Then came depression
You said you don't love me anymore
So here I am sitting alone
Breaking sandcastles we built together
Dealing with your memories
The very habits which helped me deal with your absence
Don't let me be

Acceptance will come along
You said you don't love me anymore
And I will accept that this is what you truly want
And the tiny differences have become monsters now
And the crazy which was adorable is unbearable now
And we will not be together
But happy

Vicky Donor: My two cents.

It's an average movie, more or less.
The first half has some jokes, some of them will make you laugh.
Boy meets girl, they fall in love.
It even has the now-in-fashion 2 states mix thrown in.
The second half tries to  make you sentimental.
Heroine leaves hero, sad song follows.
And then a happy ending.
But what really stands out is the unique theme the story-writer has chosen.
I don't remember uttering sperm out of my biology class, but after watching the movie I got called 3 different kinds of sperm within a space of 20 minutes, THAT'S different!

May such ingenious ideas keep coming to our directors, even if they don't reach perfection, we anyways have a lot of copycats who will eventually make a copy better than the original.

Romantic love.

While it lasts, romantic love is a wonderful delusion. But if we attempt to build our lives around this feeling, we are certain to be disappointed, as this is an artificial emotion, a germ, that we have picked up from the surrounding culture.

"Falling in love" is a deep and enjoyable emotional adventure, based on a script implanted in our heart by folklore.It is a fantasy of our feelings, a drama written thousands of years ago which we want to live in our real lives.

Romantic love has its roots in infatuation, and after the honeymoon is over, this bubble which seemed so exquisitely beautiful a moment ago pops, leaving nothing but a wet mark.

Of change

I am afraid of change. Shit scared of it. Not because I think that things wont be ok. But because I know they will be. And I don't like that. Its almost like once you get adjusted to something new all old things become a teensy bit less significant and I feel that one more portion of my life has been rendered pointless and I feel hollowed by my adaptiveness.

Does it make any sense?

Meine Familie

Meine Familie

Vorgelegt durch

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.