Sandip's Blog

Using C++ on any version of Ubuntu is easy. I firstly kept searching for an external complier but later I knew the better use of GCC via terminal. I found some difference in using header-file and program ending codes when compared to Turbo C or Dev C++ running in windows. Here is the steps and an example programe. I have shown example of entering and displaying multiplication table of certain number upto 10 times. I used Gedit as a Text Editor to write C codes.   Saving the file follows the universal rule as in any other programe, file-name should follow “.c” extension. I wrote following code and saved as mul.c in Desktop folder. Open Terminal. Go to Desktop by typing “cd Desktop” (case sensitive) Then type “/usr/bin/gcc mul.c -o mul” to compile, Here, mul.c is the file name saved in desktop using gpedit. And mul is the name of the executable file created after compile is over. Error free compiling process creates a new line and blinking cursor comes at the end. It also crea...

विहानीको मिर्मिरेमा, कुखुरी काँ SS, संगै, त्यो सानो झुपडीमा, एउटा अनिष्ट परेछ । संसाररुपी यो नाट्यशालाबाट, एउटा पात्र विदा भएछ, हो, विदा भएर बीचैमा गएछ, उसको, उनीलाई एक्लै छाडेर । आफ्नो प्राणप्रिय छोराको साथमा, कागजको विडीँ बेर्न व्यस्त भेटिने, उसको उसको घरमा मानिसको घुइँचो छ, ऊ भने कसैको वास्ता नगरी सुत्नमै मस्त छ । पछि, छोराको प्रश्न आउँछ, हाम्रो बुवा खोई आमा ? तिम्रा बाबु नफर्किने गरी आकाशको तारा झार्न, हाम्रो यो दुर्दशामा नगरलाईरहनु भएको छ । आफ्नो सिन्दुर महत्वहीन भएपछि, उनी त्यही बाटोमा जान्छिन्, जहाँ बेसहाराको पथिकलाई, साहरा मिल्छ, हो उनी अब सहराको खोजिमा, भौतारिन पुग्छिन, लक्ष्यहीन हेराईको साथ ।

After studying my friends diary. I came to the point his poems are unique and extravagant. I asked him a permission to publish one of is  poem which I liked the most. This poem "Marching Ahead" is a type of  dramatic play explained in a verse.  It is a very difficult situation to say good bye to a love one. Every  verse of this poem is concerned to persuading the person which poet  loves the most.  Saying "Good bye" and being far for three years is not that easy too.  But poet is able to do this and is successful in a very different way.  The title I found is best. Word "Marching" indicates being in  different position in future walking through the difficult course of  time now. Poem: Marching Ahead! (2008) Poet: Diwas "Bishes" Siwakoti, Software Developement student. ------------------------------------------------------- Marching Ahead! My dear, I am going far away, Yeah, A bit far away. I am, Marching towar...

Reason to smile. (Get well soon dad) Dedicated to loving dad. Some 2300 km far away by distance and far by infinity in the scale of heart. Original concept by Samikshya (daughter), Edit and support by Ozone Sandip (son). ---------------------------------------------------------------------- We know the value of, Single word we speak of, We understand the importance, Thank you for the our existance. Do have trust in you, You the shade and the shadow, We never leave your hand, Like water and the sand. Trusting your ability, We pray with all eternity. Waiting you to return home, We pray to god with all hope. Be soon fit and fine as ever before, All happy our family of four. Holy crap! simple is the operation, Cut and throw this frustration. -- Thank you with kind regards, Sandip Niroula and Samikshya Niroula Website: http://sandipn.com.np Twitter: http://twitter.com/ozonesn

These Haiku were written by my sister, Samikshya Niroula. I found them in her statistics exercise book. And I have kept English translation too. English translation is set to meet the "Nepali to English" meaning only. खल्तीप्मा पैसा धनीको छोरो म-र्यो कुपोषणले । Money in pocket richer' son died due to malnutrition. खोलामा पौडी मन्दिरको बाहाना चप्पल भेटी । Swimming in river temples' pretext offering slippers.

In a bright noon light; Young chap on my sight; Standing under a squared-door-frame; He calls by my name. Then after, I dream of - Quorum of a crush, Revised verse of lush, Nausea articulating in pain, Ideal but still a vain. Instantly, He bows down on my feet, Blessings is all he wants on his greet, Gospel truth of native fellow, Midday fantasy turning yellow.

My solo reaction, With solo opposition. A chatter-box babbling, With trial pleading. A robust hero - is a slave of antiquity. is a living history. is a true enemy. Solo leader patrolling on the street, Belonging to others is one's main spirit. Then comes the exceptional seldom, Caged warfare of self freedom.