I was searching internet for my biggest problem which is nothing but content theft and come across a very good article. You can check it here. My ignorance, I didn’t know much about Digital Millennium Copyright act. What a lovely article Lorelle wrote!! Please check it.

Java was conceived by James Gosling, Patrick Naughton, Chris Warth and Mike Sheridan at Sun Microsystems inc. in 1991. It was an effort of 18 months to develop the first working version. The language was initially named as Oak in the fall of 1992 but later it was renamed as Java in 1995.

It is believed that the main strength of Java is platform independence. The main disadvantages of C and C++ are that they are designed to be compiled for specific target. It is possible to compile C++ program for just any type of CPU, but it requires a full compiler targeted for the CPU. One more strong point of Java is its uniqueness to conquer World Wide Web.

More Source: The Java History Timeline, Sun Java Blog

Today, Sunday morning when I got up and looked for my morning paper, the headlines there made me stunned and spellbound. A husband forced his wives (mind it, wives) to get aborted as the child she was carrying is a girl. And this he did not only for the first time, but repeatedly six times. he even married again in spite of having a wife and two children and the second wife when delivered a girl child, frustrated, he forced her to drank his urine. His first wife as stated

“When I refused to get a seventh abortion (she’s seven months pregnant), he tried to do it himself by kicking me in the stomach”

Where we live?

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Here is a website which I found a good pal for writers. They have a large pool of blog lists as well as some good advices. A budding writer can really get benefited from the texts they publish. So why not go there and read?

Every bloggers or a large chunk of them wants to make money online while blogging. But I am sure most of them are clueless, specifically who are very new in this game. The most preferred way of course is adsense, but there are other players too, who let you earn money online. Here is a blog I came across while surfing and here Darren clearly specified ways to make money online.

Happy Blogging

Today Memon brothers who masterminded the blast in Mumbai in 1993, which took 257 lives got life sentence and death penalty. Terrorism is heinous crime and I am in favor of capital punishment for terrorist. People who actively or passively supports terrorism and killing innocent people should be rapidly eradicated. After all we cannot some deadly creatures to live with us. As we want to live and do not want to get killed like those got killed in 1993.

I wonder if there is anything like writer’s block exists? The explanation of writer’s block is, it is a temporary state of showing disinterest in writing. My doubt is not about its existence, but its association with writing. Medically any body can achieve this state as it is purely a psychological problem. Further, can we afford such luxury when we are abstaining from writing.  My pure opinion is that this only happens to writers who are short of resources or are lagging the ability to think. I am not sure though and not convinced. May be one day I might get afflicted with such stupendous luxury.

Who knows?

To begin with, I pay tribute to Lord Tennyson for his wonderful poem Ulysses. This poem inspired me a lot. So, it must occupy my first post.

Ulysses
Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Ulysses
Alfred Lord Tennyson