Part of the ongoing personal project about modeling stuffs that are lying around on my Desk. This time, I thought why not the room itself! I know fusion360 is not for this kinda work, but hey! my room, my rules! Who’s gonna stop me from wasting my time! (BTW, all parametric and shit !) I have even made a rug in blender for it (LIKE the one in my room)!… Read More »Room.org
As I was looking forward to doing some DIY projects during this quarantined time, Arko suggested an external display for PC’s temperature monitoring… Googling, I found this nice Instructable and essentially replicated it. Though it didn’t work right out of the box, So I forked his original GitHub repo and made some adjustments to the sketch. This turned out Okay-ish. I don’t like the stiff Arduino cable hindering/limiting flexibility… Planning… Read More »PC Hardware monitor Using arduino-display
আমার রাতজাগানি তারা.. কেনো মরলে আমায় ছাড়া? একা টলছি দিনের আলোয়, আর রোজ রাত্তিরে পথহারা… কিরে, কেমন আছিস তুই? খুব জানতে ইচ্ছে করে… প্রায়ই মনের ভুলেই এ মন, তবু তোর স্মৃতিতেই পোড়ে..! আমার প্রিয় হাসির সুর, আর সেই ফুঁপিয়ে কাঁদার তান… আধো আধো কথা.. সুখি শব্দতে সাজান… আমার এক পৃথিবী ঘুম!.. আজো তোর চোখেতেই আছে? জানি হাড়-পাজরের মানুষ- সেকি স্মৃতিতে আর বাঁচে!! —April 29, 2015
I was called an imposter at my very first interview for an internship back in my final year of undergrad. It hurt me so badly that I almost cried calling my mother. I was devasted for a month. It was then when I decided to never seat for any job interviews rather fantasized over the stop-motion imaginary interviews where I throw my hefty portfolio over the desk to the interview… Read More »Imposter Conundrum
My father was a chemistry dropout banker and he hated his job. Not because he was bad at it but because he knew he had so much potential in the subject he was most passionate about. So like every other middle-class parent, he bestowed his dream of pursuing a STEM career to me. But unlike typical parents who enforce a science curriculum by means of parental rights, my dad manipulated… Read More »DAD – the mentalist
In the beginning, she was just a dot…. A lonely spark in the realm of nothingness…. A lost bug desperately searching for light…. She met some fireflies… They told her she had a smile… Wow, she never knew that..!! So, she looked at them and wanted to fly… She borrowed a father from a dove…. Now it was like riding a kite with no string attached…. drifting through the cloud…… Read More »A Garden of lies