Showing posts with label Good. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good. Show all posts

Saturday, November 7, 2009

I Am Happy

I Am Happy

I am happy because
God has made me in His own Image

I am happy because
Through Jesus Christ I have Eternal life

I am happy because
Lord has a Plan for me, the Plan to Prosper and not to Harm me

I am happy because
Lord has promised that I will be the Head and not the Tail

I am happy because
I have a Strong Father, a Caring Mother and an Annoying and Talented Younger Brother

I am happy because
I have Sensitive Sushant, Sensible Shalabh, Crazy Utsav and Lovely Garima

I am happy because
I am in Love with the Prettiest Girl on the face of Earth

I am happy because
I have a Job as an Assistant Professor and has the responsibility to shape up the young minds

I am happy because
I have B.Tech, M.Tech and would be B.Th degree

I am happy because
I will be doing my PhD from abroad

I am happy because
I am a Geek and a computer Freek

I am happy because
I have the Prettiest House anyone can

I am happy because
Big Scientists know me

I am happy because
I have Colleagues which are Sweet but Annoying sometimes

I am happy because
I am Cute and Nice like a Cherry on Ice

I am happy because
I am Dumb and do not understand which i need not to understand

I am happy because
Girls smile when they see me without knowing the reason

I am happy because
Google search has Three pages on my Name

I am happy because
I have a Blackbelt in Taekwondo

I am happy because
I know the taste of Wine and the Sunshine

I am happy because
One day i will be on Top of the World and in Hearts of many people

I am happy because
I know that “I Love You” is not a question to be answered

I am happy because
I am I
And I am Rohit Farmer

7th November, 2009

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Life makes you Learn

Years of my life taught me lot of things
i learnt the difference between liking someone and loving someone.
i learnt friendship doesn't always lead to commitment, and holding a hand isn't the same as holding a heart.
i learnt that telling a secret doesn't mean it will be kept, and promises can be broken as easily as hearts.
i had my heart broken probably more than once and it hurts harder every time.
i learnt that some goodbyes really are forever, and sometimes smiles don't make everything okay.
i learnt to move on but never learnt to forget
.
i learnt that life never turns out to be the way you want it to be.
Life doesn't give you the people you want
it gives you the people you need; to help you,
to hurt you, to love you, to leave you to make
you into the person you were meant to be.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The Cell

For biologists the cell is the functional and structural unit of all known living organisms.

For gamers :-

Cell is a microprocessor architecture jointly developed by Sony Computer Entertainment, Toshiba, and IBM, an alliance known as "STI". The architectural design and first implementation were carried out at the STI Design Center in Austin, Texas over a four-year period beginning March 2001 on a budget reported by IBM as approaching US$400 million.[1] Cell is shorthand for Cell Broadband Engine Architecture, commonly abbreviated CBEA in full or Cell BE in part. Cell combines a general-purpose Power Architecture core of modest performance with streamlined coprocessing elements which greatly accelerate multimedia and vector processing applications, as well as many other forms of dedicated computation.

The first major commercial application of Cell was in Sony's PlayStation 3 game console.

Check out Cell Project at IBM

Saturday, May 10, 2008

A letter by a father

When Sergey Brin co founder of Google inc. was celebrating a birthday in his twenties, his father wrote him the following poem.

You are growing stronger
In body, spirit and mind.
I am getting older
Leaving decades behind.

You are tough, you mine data,
You surf first and think later,
And you crawler fast as light
Wanders madly in the night.

You work hard to squeeze a thesis
From the world wide web of feces.
You live abroad on the sunny coast
To you, my son I propose a toast.

In the stately oval office
Clinton grimly counts his losses,
Plummy interns taking turns,
Many wonderful returns.

Source:- The Google Story by David A. Vise