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Testing BlogJet


I have installed an (UN)interesting application - BlogJet. It's a (UN)cool Windows client for my blog tool (as well as for other tools). Get your copy here:

"Computers are useless. They can only give you answers." -- Pablo Picasso



What do people do when they have too much bandwidth and time? Start a campaign about aliens. I sometimes post and visit the Frihost forums. That’s where this story is from
It all started when noobie was terribly bored. And this was what he posted.

Join the "We Hate Aliens" Campaign today!
and stand to win 0.00 FRIH$ in cash!

"Woahh! I want to join!!!!! How do I join?!"


"Whyyyyy should I join!?"

Aliens are things that steal our Earth women and then probing us with their probe things!!! They are evil things that give FREE stuff away!! Say no to aliens to save PLANET EARTH!!!

Now when one mod does a crazy thing like this can another be far behind. So soon Dan started a we love aliens campaign. This is what his post said.

Come and join the "We Love Aliens" Campaign today!
And stand to win0.00 FRIH$ in cash!

"Niice!! I want to join!!!!! How do I do so?!"

It's SIMPLE! Just go to your profile page ……


"Hold on, just why should I join?!"

They helped our ancestors build the pyramids, Great Wall of China, and the Winding Staircase under Trinity United Church at Wall St. and Broadway (as seen in National Treasure). They are generous creatures that give stuff away for FREE!! Say YES to aliens to ensure mankinds efforts to improvement!!!
And also to win against the "HATE ALIENS Campaign"!

AND!!!! Also to pass the message to our alien friends that we love and support them!!!!!!!!!

And as I came too late on the scene, I had to be content with starting a we the aliens thread.

Oh i was just passing through earth, and what did I see. My! There is a raging war going war going on bout us. We hate aliens. We love aliens and now even a we dont give a .... bout aliens.
I mean come on guys. We aliens too have feelings. We never will steal your women. We will only steal your men, if you get my point. Noobie oh why do u hate us so much. BTW, dan dont worry much bout him. He is not gonna live much longer. Our sniper are trailing him day and night, from mars. Die.Die. Die noobie.
Join the "We the aliens" campaign. Only if you are an alien.

Note to noobie- We outnumber you on earth too.
Grins to himself- Bondings is, Dan is. MhWaaH. All your bases are belongs to us.
Ps. the pic you have of aliens is all wrong. We donot look like that.But I will not tell you what we look like. Top alien secret.
Also Might I ask some of my Alien friend to make us a avtar. Im not much good with photoshop. But im good with sniper rifle, trailing noobie.
Now people are starting so many alien threads and frihost is gonna be a virtual Star Wars set.

Give a man a messenger and he will char for a day. Give his voice messenger and he will while away his life.
-Fun Tzu, Words of wisdom.
So we found out a new use for our unlimited net connection. Voice chat. I started only 2 days back and already I am addicted. Already wasted so many hours when I should have been studying hard. But from tomorrow no voice chat.

Is Harry Potter only for children?


I have read all Harry Potter books, but I realy cant say I like them. I read them, coz I wanted to see why are they so famous. And if you claim to be a book lover you cant not read them. For the same reason I also had to read Dan brown. :? For me the Potter world is too infeasible. Even a fantasy world must be reasonable, which it is not. Also the magic system is too simplistic. Like you just shout a spell. And everybody's spell is equally good, well almost. There is no mana/experience/anything system.


Got bored of Blogger and its quirks. Like I have to sometimes write html tags inside my post. So when I write <title> in the compose mode it doesnot show it. when I am writing in compose mode everything must be shown. It is the job of the Site to check that the necessary changes are done. So thought of changing to Wordpress or my.opera but both have even more quirks. I did not have enogh rights to set up Wordpress on the server. And my.opera tried to get the content from my Blogger page but garbled up everything. So I am struck with bloger some more.
On a positive note, tomorrow we have Eid holiday. SO I get one more week to submit my project. ANd since I came to know of my holiday today I completed the project. Anyway have too many quizzes etc next week.


Back to BIT after Deepawali. Could not stay at hoem for even two days. It is pretty hard living without always on internet. And I dont have it at home. Trying to learn to create blogger templates and css for some days. But its not as easy as i thought. Sunk at least 15 hours in that. Have a project this saturday. And havent done anything for that. Tomorrow fully devoted to project.

The Hacker Manifesto


The Hacker Manifesto

(And my Story)

+++The Mentor+++
Written January 8, 1986

---and Shabda---

Written October 27, 2005

Yes I, Shabda Raaj, claim to be a hacker. Not a uberhacker like Richard Stallman, Linus, Or JRR Tolkien. But yes, following in their footsteps.

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

And who is a hacker. I have never been able to breach a network or to steal a password. Oh I almost forgot, I havent’t even tried. But yet I call myself a hacker. Yeah that’s the difference between a hacker and a cracker. Hackers build things, crackers break them. I code compulsively. I write compulsively. Sometimes I try to stop but am not able to. I code without stop. Better to stare on a computer screen than a sea side. Do you know the number of times I have read LOTR.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

Oh in school I was smarter than most of my classmates. Did you see that I called them classmates, not friends? It was so difficult relating to a group of guys interested only in cricket. So difficult to talk to a guy who had not read anything except his course.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

Oh I learnt percentages and decimals when everyone was learning addition. Oh I just wanted to know which of the cricketers was better. And I needed to calculate average for it. And decimals. Yeah, but I failed the math exam of that year.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

Oh the power of computer. The power to do what I want. I am not a stupid kid toiling away in college, but I am a paladin a day, a necromancer the next, a jedi later and a coder in between. The power to play games, and to make them when you get bored. Hey Ashwini you may solve Sudoku way faster than me, buts its me who could program a solution for it.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

Oh who would like to talk to the guy next door when you could be talking to the girl on other side of the world.

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

This is our world now. The geek shall inherit the earth.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.



I wrote a tutorial about blogger templates. Also shihir has made photo blog. Check it here.

My Own Personal God!


My God.

I say I am an atheist. But still I do believe in God. Contradiction in terms, do I hear you saying?
I call myself an atheist as I believe in no God you believe in. No matter what your religion, my God is different from yours. He is my own personal God.
My God does not ask me to pray every day to him. He does not ask me to come to his temple every day. But he does ask that I sometimes drop in for a chat with him to his home, which others call temple. And he is always ready to talk to me, near me omnipotent that he is.
He does not ask me to bathe before I pray to him. He does not ask me to give alms to the priests. He does not mind that he is not the first person I remember when I wake up. But he does ask me to remember him sometimes, when I get the time. He ask me to do my bit for society.
He does not mind the fact that I remember him mostly in trouble. In fact, he says, that I always ask him for his help when I am in need. After all he is my “wighnaharta” “विघ्न्हर्ता थे the destroyer of my maladies.



Deepawali, the festival of lights is here. And our collage is closing for almost a week. Most of the people have went home. But I will go after a day or two. He he, my home doesnot have a always on free internet connection. Oh our connection was down for two days. My God , it was pure hell. Basic necessitites of life, Food, water and net connection. Exams are less than a month away. Have not even started reading. If I dont start right now, its gonna be another hellish exam.

Programming tutorials


I am writing programming tutorials on some of my fav subjects, PHP, Eclipse, Cryptography. Check it here.

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