Why Oracle sucks!

I was working on connecting my C++ application to a database server. I decided to use the opensource MySql database. So I installed the MySql server on my Laptop which runs on Linux.

Next, I wanted to download the connector, so I went to the MySql page and located it. When I clicked on Download button, unfortunately what I saw was a oracle’s registration page. I had to login to my oracle account so that I could download it! I was expecting a signup using either my Facebook or Google account, but No, these douche-bags wanted me to fill up all the details separately for them.

So I thought, Ill do it, since its just a one time job. I started filling out the details. I looked around the text field’s to see if there are any particular type of characters that I need to enter. I found none!

I quickly filled out all the details (enough for them to start spamming). Then I entered the ridiculously long text in the captcha to prove that I’m not a some goddamned program trying to busy their servers. Then I hit the submit button. To my surprise, the there was a red rectangle surrounding the two password fields. It said that the password should have,

a. At least one number

b. At least one upper case character

c. At least one lower case character.

Firstly, why should I do that? What is the worst thing that might happen if someone gets to know my oracle account password? May be download another copy of MySql server? I don’t have my bank account details there! Why should I have a awkward sounding password to protect something that’s not important to me?

Secondly, WTF was the form doing when I was entering the details? Even Microsoft does instant validations these days.

I was wondering why they are taking over all open source projects. If someone knows the reason, please drop it in the comments.

I had a similar ‘piss-of’ moment the other day. I couldn’t believe that had embedded a ask toolbar along with the Java SDK!

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10 things i loved in my childhood

I started my day to the sound of ripping of papers. It kind of amazed me, since im not used to hearing such sound under normal circumstances. So the lethargic me, got up almost instantly and walked down the stairs out of my room to see what the hell is up! It was my mother tearing off some of the ‘old but irrelevant’ photographs, which were floating around in the closet, with out even a single album to hold them together. She had emptied the entire closet to the floor, and I got there to what stuffs were inside it. We usually never opened that closet, firstly because it contained nothing useful in it; secondly because, it was so full that, we feared if we opened it, things would pop out and we may need hours to put all the stuff back into the closet.

Today after so many years, the contents of the closet got some air to breathe. My mom considered cleaning it, since she, the cleanliness freak, had nothing left to clean. I saw some of my childhood photographs, which placed me on a time machine and drove me back to childhood. So there are a certain things, that I now think, were the most important part of my childhood.

  1. Mogli. I watched every time without missing it. My mom tells me that I even cried for buying a mogli t-shirt, which I finally got for one of my bdays.
  2. Danasur. Im not very sure about the name, I think it sounds something like that. It’s a story about dinosaurs that was friendly and cute. I really thought dinosaur was a friendly pet animal. It was later when my parents to me to birla museum in Hyderabad that my view was broken.
  3. Prabhu Deva. I was a fan of that guy. I was especially fond of the urvashi urvashi dance. Because of that song, my mom had to buy me some sort of soft pant, similar to the one that prabhu deva wears in that song. I used to wear it and dance on the bed, assuming that it is a bus.
  4. Cricket. Though in childhood I never understood what the game was all about, I liked the idea of holding a bat and swinging it I air. I had a plastic cricket kit, which I was proud of.
  5. Tape Recorder. It was brought new to my house, and it was the first one in the locality. My dad also had bought many blank cassettes to record my voice in that. I grew fond of that. I used to sing some English poems, thought in school, into that microphone. I also know what buttons I should press so that my voice gets recorded.
  6. Dad’s vehicle. As soon as my dad got home from work, I used to sit on his vehicle and pretend to be riding it. It was a great feeling. Strange thing is that, I thought pulling the breaks increases the speed.
  7. Festivals. This is because I loved eating. When my grand parents were alive, we used to celebrate each and every festival with pomp. And every festival came with a 3 course meals. I loved eating the special sweets, that too, especially those that I stole from kitchen.
  8. Tamil. Though Konkani (Or some people like to call it brahmani) is my mother tongue, I was surrounded by tamilians. So I had fascination for tamil. Later when we changed our residence for a better one, I gradually lost the touch of tamil, and now I only understand what ‘’sapad accha’’ means 😛
  9. My crazy ambitions. I wanted to be a police constable. I considered it to be the greatest job, next only to the president of the country. During holidays, I used to move around with a cane.
  10. School friends. They are crazy ones. Im still in touch with them. They added to my craziness.

Every one of us will be having crazy childhood memories. They are the things to be laughed at, loved and cherished for ever, for they are the things that keep us young and reminds us that the world is something far greater than computer programming.

rationalist jokers

I really hate it when some of the self proclaimed rationalists think that religion is the root cause of every problem in the world. They nonsense anything that their peanut brain cant comprehend.

One of such things irritated me today. there is a page in facebook called the GSB Shout page, where there is a guy named narendra nayak, who thinks he is the personification of science and technology, and he also has some of his chela’s in that page who bucket every lump of shit he drops.

Tasty masala dosa

There are three things that a man cant resist. Games, Tasty food and women. Of the three, the second one appeals to me the most. The inspiration to this post is my mom’s masala dosa, a treat to my taste buds in the very morning. I woke up and asked by mom what the breakfast is, when she said masala dosa, eating them became my top most propriety of the day.

Hailing from the land of masala dosas, the royal city, mysore, they are not any seldom to me. I or any other mysoryrian eat it quite regularly. I eat it like at least twice a week. But still they taste different every time, so the excitement remains alive.

The ritual of the calling of an engineer

Hello readers,

I’m back, but in wordpress. Now with a graduation ring in my hand. The High IQ readers would have guessed by now, I’m finished my engineering. I have turned into an engineer!!

Well, as a matter of fact, I’m an engineer since birth. Its because of the delay in our inefficient education system that it took 16 long years to officially declare me an engineer. But anyways, it finally happened.

I would like to thank VTU for setting up the 20 page syllabus copy which contained entire engineering. It is by finding loop holes in your syllabus that we have become smart today. The university site has is a good example of a bad website. We used it while learning to know how not to make a webpage. We have almost mugged up all the subject codes by writing each of them at least 5 times in the application form. You have also given us management skills by showing how badly you managed the exam time table, where some of the students had to write 2 exams in a day. We truly have learnt a lot.
I thank our college for the many things it has given us. Starting from the bullet proof chapati in mess to 200 GB of movies. We ove you a lot!! Its because of our lecturers that we have turned into what we are today, we shall never forget them. Engineering spanning 4 years has seems to have got over in 4 days. This is because of the fun we had here and the friends we had it with.

The ring reminds me of all the fun I had here. It also reminds me of the duties I have towards the world as an engineer. Technical knowledge is a great power in my hand. Great power comes with great responsibilities. So pray to god for the strength to fulfil these great responsibilities. I would wear this ring, the engineering ring, till the last day of my career in engineering and promise that I shall always consider my country above self.