Personification Personified...

Why do these sessionals have to come? That too every month? These vicious, idiotic, nincompoopic tests leave you so sleepy, tired, lethargic, mad, and what not? That too before they have actually started.... God I'm dead... I'm sure to have a bad bad time in the next few days... help me some1.......

Day 2 was much better, with a hands - on demo, and we made a variety of simle apps. JavaFX looks to be very potent when it comes to RIAs. I need to see how to export the fx files so as to use the apps as screensavers, because I've always wanted a custom screensaver for my laptop. BTW the highlight of the workshop was Ankur bhaiya's pong game. Simple coding, yet a very effective game. He won a laptop bag for it.

Head over to Ankur Shrivastava's blog to get te code here.

A classmate today gave a presentation on euthanasia during the english class. Pretty cool, though she didn't conclude to any perticular side, but left it rheotorical. Methinks that it is a very important process, and is used in scientifically proven terminal cases. 'Hate to call what the patients suffer mere cases, but the oxford dictionary says that this term is nessecary and sufficient. The patient who continues to suffer from an ailment not curable by human methods wants divine intervention to be released of the pain. And since God ain't vela enough to appear every second second responding to a prayer, humans resort to the second form of intervention. Or shoud I say termination... of pain, misery, and of life. Programmers terminate a program is it runs bad. It dosent mean that life accounts only to a computer program, but I believe that is the way of the world. Anything that goes irrepairably wrong should be terminated to prevent further losses. In this case, pain. What is the use of living a vegetative life, and even if the power of thought is still alive, wait for being cured, which is, as proven in over 95% cases absolutely impossible? Sometimes people have waited for upto 15 years before being put to death. Imagine waiting 15 years for death to come. Imagine what not being able to move your limbs for 15 years. Imagine not visiting the pot for 15 years (You don't need a pot when yu feed through a feed tube, and have constant dialysis). Imagine being painfully bored for 15 straight years. Atleast I'd prefer dying, if I already wouldn't be dead waiting...

A lot of people argue about the right to live. People have the right to speak too. But people don't speak when they know they shouldn't, or when it can get them into trouble. It is their personal choice. So is death. Suicide ain't criminal.Yes, attempt to suicide is. And it is a fine for failing in such a task... Life is like gambling. Coming back to the topic, people say that it is the patients' choice to live on, or die. I say don't be stupid. If those patients could think rationally, and speak for themselves in the right state of mind, and not just some gush of adrenaline (I fear a lot of patients who are still able to communicate, say that the pain is not durable, and that they wish to die. Emotional cry.), they wouldn't be so bad afterall, and maybe be perfectly curable. The cases I talk about are those who can't think for themselves, or have no physical means of communication. People say that the family members have no right to decide the patients' fate. I say that it shakes the very basic roots of the family concept. Ain't a family those who you would trust to take the correct  and responsible step when you are in despair? Imagine you are a patient. Don't you think you'd trust your family before anyone else, even the doctors? One safeguard here is that you need a court order to go on with the process. It should be a deterrant for those without perfectly noble intent.

I feel that it should be legal, and again, rarely used. Multiple diagonistics, and doctor reports, along with medical progress (or here, degress) reports should be the base for those who apply for death for their ill near-and-dear ones.

Chantal Sebire's euthanasia plea was rejected. She is suffering from a rare cancer that has left her disfigured.

It's not that I don't want to study,

It's not that I'm a orn genius,

It's not that I'm proud or haugty,

It's not as it is, not as it looks.

It's what you call an illusion,

It's the transparency you can't see.

It's the cause of all the confusion,

It's what gives honey to the bee.

It's not there in any book,

It's not stored in any slide.

It's not shared by voice alone,

It's never lost, nonetheless.

It flows with the wind,

It swims in the waters,

It's in every tree, plant and flowerbed,

It's knowlegde, It's true, pure and blessed.