Past one week I was working on a HandWriting Recognition Project … n I had promised to myself that I ll come up with a working app by the end of the week. I am happy that I was able to get it going … I used Multi layer Perceptron with Feed Forward Neural Network. I used PNG library for Image related stuff. It can recognize mouse gestures n has an acceptable rate of recognition error. Yet a lotta things have to be worked upon .. like it cant recognise cursive hand written words. First of all we a few corrections needs to be done before the input is fed to Neural Network. To recognise cursive hand written words, skew correction n slant correction needs to be done after which segmentation of alphabets has to be done in order to recognise correctly … Hopefully, by another week I ll be able to finish it off. I hope so .. I mean its in agenda atleast. Lets see how much time I can devote n how successful I am …
July 2006
July 29, 2006
July 25, 2006
A teacher told her young class to ask their parents
For a family story with a moral at the end of it, and
To return the next day to tell their stories.
In the classroom the next day, Joe gave his example
First, ” My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One
Day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket
On the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump
In the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the
Eggs broke. “
The moral of the story is not to put all
Your eggs in one basket..
” Very good,” said the teacher.
Next, Mary said, ” We are farmers too. We had twenty
Eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got
Ten chicks.
The moral of this story is not to count
Your chickens before they’re hatched ..“
” Very good,” said the teacher again, very pleased with
The response so far.
Next it was Barney’s turn to tell his story: ” My dad
Told me this story about my Aunt Karen…. Aunt Karen
Was a flight engineer in the war and her plane got
Hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all
She had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a
Machete.”
” Go on,” said the teacher, intrigued.
” Aunt Karen drank the whiskey on the way down to
Prepare herself; then she landed right in the middle
Of a hundred enemy soldiers. She killed seventy of
Them with the machine gun until she ran out of
Bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete
Till the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten
With her bare hands.”
” Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher, ” What did
Your father say was the moral of that frightening
Story?”
The child said ” Stay away from Aunt Karen when she’s been
Drinking…”
July 25, 2006
Once it so happened that a big shipping company created a giant ship engine that failed. The ship’s owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine.
Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster.
He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.
Two of the ship’s owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life.
He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.
“What?!” the owners exclaimed. “He hardly did anything!”
So they wrote the old man a note saying, “Please send us an itemized bill.”
The man sent a bill that read:
Tapping with a hammer .. $ 2.00
Knowing where to ……… $ 9998.00
Moral of the story : Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference.
July 18, 2006
A boy went for an interview.
Interviewer said, “I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!”
Interviewer said, ” I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!”
The candidate thought for a while and said, ” My choice is one really difficult question.”
” Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice!” said the interviewer.
Here is your question: ” What comes first, Day or Night?”
The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depended on the correctness of the answer to that one question. He thought for a while and said, ” It’s DAY sir!”
” How?” the interviewer asked.
” Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!”
Moral of the Story : Technical Skill is the mastery of complexity, while Creativity is the mastery of simplicity
July 17, 2006
Finally i visited Chennai last week. There is nothing better in life than meeting your loved ones. I was waiting for this moment for so long … though the time constraint was always a problem but spending time with them – it all jus passed like one small moment. Time seemed to be stopped n in a flash its all gone …
Ah yes .. I also visited Pondicherry .. great place to trip .. n yes the long drive couldnt have been better. We sang songs, mimicked, n did all fun on our way to pondy. My nephew Himanshu who is cleared his board exams this year, has a great potential in acting .. n all of us were kinda amazed by his performance. I asked him to mimick a few dialogues from Sholay in bengali and maithili … n so damn good he was .. One should watch him dub the dialogues.
Fooh .. i miss those moments so much now .. nice sweet memories to behold … memories which we ll stick to , for our whole life … I managed to get some of those moments in flicks .. Visit my Flickr to view the same .. Things might change n we never know wats in store for us in future but the fragrance n the warmth we shared will last forever in the stills we captured ..
I booked my tickets online to travel back but the Bombay Blasts kinda shooked all us. I had booked my tickets for 13th July n luckily my berth was upgraded to Second AC. I was dreaming bout talking to my friends when I reach home.. but we never know wats gonna come …One of the persons whom I knew, who was my chat buddy, was a victim to the big loss on 7/11 in Bombay. Everything seems to be halted. I mailed him while I was in Delhi n now he is gone … Is it that plain n simple … I agree life n death is not in our hands but is the line so thin … I have been curbing for uncertainty all the time .. coz there have been incidents when intuitions kinda haunted my life but then, isnt it unfair n mean … incidents which transformed my attitude to life to a new perspective .. a perspective where i had no belief in god .. a perspective where my spiritual life was all gone … Death is inevitable .. In one snap its all gone .. Is that all … well no one can answer those questions but still i ponder over it .. waiting for the haunted nightmare to end.
July 11, 2006
A “Mallu” female ( from the heart of Kerala)
Went for a job interview for the post of a SECRETARY.
When the manager saw the Mallu’s colourful attire and gold and well oiled uncombed jet black hair,
His mind was screaming ” NOT THIS WOMAN.” Nevertheless, he still had to entertain the Mallu.
So he told her ” If you could form a sentence using the words that I give you, then may be I will give you a chance.”
The words are GREEN, PINK, YELLOW, BLUE, WHITE, PURPLE and BLACK .”
The enthusiastic Mallu lady thought for a while and said : ” I hear the phone
GREEN GREEN GREEN, then I go and PINK up the phone, I say YELLOW……BLUE’s that?
WHITE did you say? Aiye, Wrong number ………..Don’t PURPLELY disturb people and don’t call BLACK, ok?
Thankyou.” The Manager fainted…….
July 10, 2006
There was a pastor who had a donkey and he entered it in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in another race, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR’S ASS OUT FRONT .
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered
the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the
local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR’S ASS.
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid
of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby
convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline
the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.
The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get
rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the
paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back
the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next
day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.
The bishop was buried the next day.
Moral of the Story : Being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery…and even shorten your life. So .. Be yourself and enjoy life… Stop worrying about everyone else’s ass and you’ll be a lot happier and live longer
July 5, 2006
Football at its best .. do these things happen in field .. witness them yourself… For more of these visit my Flickr page.
Photogenic isnt it … lol
July 4, 2006
When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss. The Brain said, “I should be Boss because I control the whole body’s responses and functions.” The feet said, “We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go.” The hands said, “We should be Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money.”
And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up.
All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work. Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the Feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered.
Eventually they all decided that asshole should be the Boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed out the shit!
Moral of the story : You don’t need brains to be a Boss – any asshole will do.
July 4, 2006
Once upon a time there was farmer who lived in a small village. One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well that the farmer had accidentally left uncovered. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway, so it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
Now, most people think that’s the end, but it isn’t.
The donkey later came back and bit the shit out of the farmer who had tried to bury him.
Lessons learnt from the story : Life is gonna shower dirt on you u gotta shake it off n move further.
Moral of the story : When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite the shit out of you.
