Monday, October 1, 2012

Process of Invention

Recently a thought flashed across me as this:
There are variables to a scenario. A scenario exists where-in each of the variables live in different states.
We can call something as 'new' if it is different from its 'old' thing. We may perceive the 'newness' based on totally different state of the variables observed in that scenario. The newness of the variable is caused due to a change in variable affecting those variables. Here we can now safely assume there are two kinds of variables as in mathematics: dependent and independent. The dependent variables are changed due a change on the variables on which it is dependent on. The independent variables change freely, without bothering about anything else.
Invention is a state where we find something new in a particular existing scenario. This implies that there were few dependent variables affecting that scenario which underwent some change which caused us to observe this newness. This newness happens naturally or artificially. Naturally happening changes are observed by nature-scientists. Artificially happening changes are induced by the works of artificial-scientists. Nature-scientists are those who do nothing, but observe the nature, note the details and make some theories and prove new theories. Artificial scientists are those who do something with nature, induce some changes and observe how the nature responds to those changes, note the details and make some theories and prove new theories.
Invention can be done by all. We need to make changes in parameters affecting a scenario and observe the effects of those changes.
Take a scenario. Note the various variables ( observe dependent and independent ). Make changes to the states of the variables. Note the response from the nature. See this response can be useful to the world. Call it innovation. If not, find a way to make it useful to the world. Call it invention. If u still cannot make it useful, then note it down. Some posterity will look upon these observations and try to make it useful.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Exploring Google Chrome

Even though the browser market share is dominated by Internet Explorer, I don't contribute to that Statistic. I use Google Chrome extensively with few extensions. I love Google Chrome for its simplicity. I like Google Chrome for its thin-like being. Why I say this ? When I use FireFox or even Internet Explorer, I get a feeling that a fat application is trying to get things done for me. I don't presume that the reader would be able to appreciate what I am trying to say. Chrome makes browsing easy, simple, with less waiting.. with less progress bars.. etc. Keep in mind that these things don't happen everywhere and everytime.
Why this article at all? It is to understand how Google Chrome is making the users stay at this browser for long.. What we would like to explore, will consist of the external and the internal components of Google Chrome.

Lets try to list a few questions and answer each one of them.
  1. How does the chrome browser try to auto-complete or give suggestions for all the searches done by me?
  2. Which language or set of languages is the browser written in ?
  3. How do the developers of the browser test its functionality ?
  4. What really happens in incognito mode of Chrome?
  5. How Google Chrome makes things fast... why don't we feel the same with Firefox or Internet Explorer.
  6. What all it takes to write a simple GUI browser?
and few more questions which will get added as and when time passes by...

  1. Auto completion by Chrome.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Modularity.. the beauty of coding

Whether you write a novel or write a news item, you intend to write in such a manner or a style so that the reader appreciates the content. The same applies to when you program. Imagine you are solving a problem which involves few different states for a particular variable and depending on the state, certain actions need to be performed. If you tackle the problem by coding a lot of if-else constructs with lot of functionality stuck in all those if-else sections, its going to be a nightmare to the reader and the maintainer.  Life gives us opportunities always to improve ourselves. It teaches us to be more effective, more efficient day in and day out. The same principle applies to programming as well. Luckily, in programming you can go back to the source code and modify it by modularizing it and make it look beautiful and efficient at the same time. In life, you cannot time travel, but still Life allows you to face the same situation and now it is in your hand to solve it with beautiful efficiency.   One of the effective means in coding is modularity. Modularity enables to keep meaningful chunk of code together. The next time, you find yourself seeing some piece of code running through many pages, break it into modules. You will get peace of mind. You might see the beauty. If you are interested, you may browse through the following link which contains collections of facts every programmer should know in the following link:

Monday, April 30, 2012

Reality Shows

Generally, we tend to be in a state of easiness. We feel that one day, we can do something about it. One needs to be aware of the reality that surrounds us. Life does not contain scenes from the movies which we watch. If Will Smith acts in a certain way in 'The Pursuit of Happyness', it may inspire you for a while. You may even start day-dreaming unconsciously surrounding yourself with castles in air about various scenes in your life and pat yourself on your back. All these visualizations shatter into pieces of glass when reality strikes at you. Reality shows its true self. It makes you aware. It shows the mirror of your thoughts, fantasies, possibilities. It makes you look into the truthness of the series of awesomely stitched events. Sometimes it makes you laugh, as if it was all a joke. Sometimes you feel like going to the ancient times of the sages and become one of them. Sometimes you feel like 'Can I get an eraser to rub everything that is written till now and start writing afresh?'

P.S: the above sequence of words were created using editor provided by Nothing needs to be coincidental with the life of anyone.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Bald and the Handsome


... I am not trying to be spiritual here..Don't imagine myself meditating on the form of god or something else..

I actually meant In Good Old Days, I used to watch The bold and the beautiful which used to be telecasted in Star World which used to host many other good shows.. ( ;P). Little did I know then that I will be writing a post about it. Everyone in this world aspires to be bold and also beautiful err. in case of Men, they want to be primarily handsome..

Once you are born into this world, you have a cute face which is liked by one and all. You are kissed on your cheeks, no matter which gender is kissing you. You gurgle and make sounds which make all wonder about the child in you.. 

Wow.. what innocence and credulousness.. and all sorts of happy expressions and "cho chweet", "cho cute" perceptions spring out of people who see you when you are a child, like a baby, who keeps licking whatever comes into hand.

( The following is applicable for co-ed school-going boys)
Once you reach school,  say you are in some 7th standard. You are late to class one day. So the teacher holds you by your hair and smashes your face with good sounding slaps. 

You reach your seat without any sensation to those slaps as if its like another usual event like getting up from bed to brush your teeth. As you reach your seat, some girl who is a first ranker turns back from her first row bench and gives looks to you showing some sense of pity. You immediately brush your hair frantically searching for your comb in vain. And you comb your hair with natural fingers imagining some rajnikanth is styling his hair. 

( The following is applicable for co-ed college-going guys)
Once you reach college, say you are in some sophomore year.. You walk up to college one fine morning. Your gang is waiting for your late arrival as usual. You put stand for your bike and you just turn around to reach your gang. Suddenly something strikes like a thunderbolt. (courtesy: GodFather). It strikes so hard. You lose sense of the world. You lose sense of your gang standing and waiting for the past one hour for you. The gang is waiting just few metres away. Your eyes automatically follow someone. You just wish that she turns and looks at you. Immediately, she for no reason turns back, walks in your direction. Your blood is pumped at an alarming rate. You tend to worry. You get scared for no reason. You become tensed. Your hand automatically reaches your hair and adjusts the grass which has grown for the past 19 years of your life. The grass which has been cut, cut, and cut, yet grows tall and tall... You concentrate on your hair for some time.. and she passes by you.. You notice that she forgot her notebook on her cycle.. It was not for you.. It was for her notebook that she turned bey... Yet you comb your hair and groom yourself  daily. You buy all the utilities necessary to make you handsome, as if you are some Ajith and some shalini is there looking at you daily...

(The following is applicable not for all.. )
Once you reach the workplace. You now are in a state where you are done with your studies.. all the mugging and bucketing days are over... All nightouts and midnight butter-maggi sessions are over.. Now the only thing is you have a dumb terminal, formal wear, sometimes casual wear..
One fine morning, you get up and as usual search for the tooth brush..
And you realise after looking at the mirror, that you don't need a comb at all from that day..
Its not that you went to tirupathi and did some mottai-thing. 
Your hair naturally escaped from your head. It was like shawshank redemption hero who silently escaped from the prison. Only few prisoners are left on your head. And you funnily imagine, how did rajni feel like when he played the mottai boss role in Shivaji the Boss.. 

You imagine yourself hitting your head like how mottai boss does to his head.. You suddenly come to reality of  life.. You hear that "tap tap tap" sound really. You are scared.. You again slightly tap your head.. again "tap tap tap" sound from your head. Oh my Gosh, I have really turned BALD. This day was really far away from the day I starting watching The bold and the beautiful.

You start imaging all worse things.. like: You go to your sisters home. Your nephew and niece start playing tabla on your head. They start telling, "Amma, this seems to be an ideal surface for hitting and learning tabla..Your niece is damn creative and she starts using permanent marker and starts drawing tabla marks.
Your neice starts saying: "Inner circle drawing overru.. Now outer circleuu..amma.. "

 Dei dei.. come to reality.. Look at the phrase: The Bald and the handsome. You have turned bald. Its fine. Now its ur duty to become handsome.. Look at Andre Agassi..Take some inspiration. Dont look at Sanjay dutt in Agneepath. Your head will be on fire then..Look at Steve Jobs.. Oh.. Dont worry you don't have turtleneck t-shirts. Normal Lacoste t-shirts are more than enough. 

How I wish, Our heads were like Microsoft Word document. And all the characters in the document are like the thin strands on our head. Wishing some "BALD" button in Microsoft Word was there. And I would just unselect it.. Immediately from nowhere, million strands will spring out on my head. And I would select Italics for some diff styling of hair. I dont want Underlining though.(left to your imagination.. ). And I could increase font size depending on the occasion. When I am with my party friends, I would increase the font size. When I reach home, I would select the default font size and say, " Hi uncle" as I greet my relatives at my home. And when I go to some no man's land, I would select different fonts: My strangest wish is "WingDings font" It would make my hair awesome with all sorts of design. Great to imagine all this.. I am still bold , why? Because I have to work on the second part of "The Bald and the ...."...

Please note: "You and I are used interchangeably in the above sentences..

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Junglee vs Flipkart

I became a fan of Flipkart soon after I started using it frequently for online shopping.
What made flipkart to be my first choice for online shopping ?

  1. Ultra Fast Delivery
  2. Good Packaging 
  3. Awesome Payment Options
  4. Discounts 
If you happen to reside in Bangalore, you are lucky. Flipkart is head-quartered in Bangalore. When I shop using Flipkart, I get reminded of the ad of Quickr. "Quickrrrr..." This is what I felt when Flipkart delivered my items. On the very next day of my order, I would receive a call from a Flipkart representative and he would be ready with the items well packaged.

Flipkart's delivery motto is as follows:
"For all areas serviced by reputed couriers the delivery time will be 2 to 4 business days. For other areas, orders will be sent by Registered Post through the Indian Postal Service which may take one to two weeks depending on the location."

As long as the non-reputed delivery channels are not used, you may get your items delivered on time..
I was delighted when I happened to notice the flexibility of payment options provided by Flipkart. You can pay cash on delivery. You need not bother to wait for online payment, waiting for some bank gateway to respond at a snails pace.

The word "discount" rolls our eyes away from the product description itself. Sometimes, while making a choice for purchasing an item, this factor plays an otherwise major role. Hard to disagree on this...

I am happy with the kind of work being done by Flipkart in India. In the history of time, things never stay unchanged and in the context of industries, this holds good. Innovation and competition play a complimentary role for the success of any company. So when I am amazed by the quality of service from Flipkart, something else still amazes me more. It is Amazon. Amazon is the lion of the jungle when it comes to online shopping. And Amazon never fails to surprise the customers. Today I received an ad mail about the launch  Junglee, which is an online product comparison and advertising site offered by Amazon for India. 

Some thoughts on these screenshots:

  • Amazon initially came up with the descriptive interface and Flipkart has directly taken up the "Show all departments" tab and renamed it as "All Categories" in its webpage.
  • Amazon is marketing its own product well by advertising its Kindle and eating up most of the space on its homepage.
  • Junglee seems to be a modified version of homepage with the Departments tab becoming a drop down. It is simpler to navigate. 
  • As far as the books are concerned, Amazon still stands out with its feature: "Click to look inside", which gives a peep into few pages of the book. Flipkart still needs to catch up with Amazon and draw customers. With Junglee coming up, Amazon could easily fit that feature in easily..
Few things to look at:
  • Amazon was founded in 1995. It is the world's largest online retailer. Flipkart was founded in 2007, by Bansals who initially worked for Amazon has its power with its proven technologies to rock the market.
  • BUT does not provide online shopping. It is another advertising site with more features and services offered by Amazon. The bottomline is that you cannot buy from It just brings buyers and sellers more closer. It provides information about the sellers and the price offered by the sellers for each of the product thereby offering flexibility to choose , for the customers in one hand and offering more opportunities for the sellers to advertise on the other hand.
  • and are players in e-commerce which offers online shopping. In wikipedia's own words: " the buyer is directly online to the seller's computer" There is no intermediary involved. But is like an intermediary which offers ads to the buyers on behalf of the sellers and the buyers are later forwarded to the seller's computer for continuing the shopping..
Today is day one for It is their beta version too... Hoping to see more features from Flipkart...

Monday, February 13, 2012

Being a regular late-comer

There's joy to a fellow who goes to the school on time.
He has managed to impress his teachers, principal, which he doesn't bother anyway.

There's joy to a fellow who opens the door of a bank on time.
He has managed to impress his bank manager, which he doesn't bother anyway.

There's joy to a fellow who comes first in Olympic running race.
He has managed to impress his fans, supporters, which he doesn't bother anyway.

There's joy to a fellow who brings flowers to decorate the temple idols daily morning.
He has managed to impress the god in the idol, which he might bother anyway..

There's joy to a fellow who doesn't do all of the above,
He will be always late to his school
He forgets to open bank on time everyday
He comes second in all the races
He goes to the temple empty handed daily

He calls himself a regular late comer and he boasts with a smile :)

The Art of Riding a Bike

Practice makes man prefect. A prefect of the road traffic. Once you know how to ride the bike like how you ride in your video games, you become a perfect prefect of the road. It takes time. Like all fruits which come after a long time with the help of suitable factors, a smooth ride is the outcome of one's own labour with some suitable factors. 

The Utmost satisfaction any bike rider would aspire for is atleast a smooth ride. Like the old adage goes, 'Pleasure is an interval between two pains'. So too is the smooth ride. The smoothness varies according to roads. Indian roads are smooth enough to produce a rough ride. To add to the quality of the roads, we have the elite class of co-riders on the road who take Indian freedom for granted and make a curvy path whenever their tyres sets foot on the road.  Below the elite class of riders, is the class of riders with whom we must sympathise. They are those who try to impress their girlfriend's in vain. 

Let us see about one fellow who wants to learn the art of riding a bike.

Inspired by the heroes of DHOOM, Julian decided to hold the clutch of Karizma bike. On bangalore roads, you don't need a licence to ride one, when you ride with a borrowed helmet on your head. Julian was a fan of Kareena's sister. He desired a ride on Karizma bike. One need not be concerned with the noise pollution created in the roads in broad daylight. So Julian switched on his mp3 player and plugs his newly bought BOSE headphones...At an earlier instance in his life, he had the famed Sennheiser headphones.. Some unavoidable circumstances on the road forced Julian throw the precious Sennheiser.. it became a silencer for him... He was mourning the loss of the bassy, jazzy looking headphones..Another day began in his life, as he got into the lift leading to his office.

He logged in. He checked his mail. He coded. He checked in. He shut down his system. He got into his lift and was down to the parking area. He switched on the ipod. "Petarap.. Petarap.. Evavaaa?? .. " He always aspired to be on the roads. He even dreamt that there would come a day when water would replace petrol and he would be all day on the road.

The world seemed to be quiet for Julian. Even the signal waiting seemed to be a moment in heaven for him when he was listening to his all time favourite playlist on his ipod. He always challenged himself to be an artist on the road. He would draw curves on the road as if he is painting a sketch of a curvaceous glass. The artistic Julian had to meet reality one day.

It happened on 5th November. Remember, Remember the 5th of November. He had seen the movie, "V for Vendetta" the previous night. He had lost count of the V words in the movie. It was a friday. Thank God It is Friday. He changed his google chat status to TGIF with a smiley at the end.  Anyways, as the morning dawned, the world was waiting for him and his Karizma. He was not so charismatic to keep the onlookers turn their heads around... Yet, he tried in vain to be handsome. There was a separate mass which he was trying to hide from the onlookers everytime he walked in his office. He breathed in a lot for that walk from his cubicle to the door.  

He zoomed on his bike. He fell on the road. He could say not a word. The story doesn't end here. He is in hospital. His passion for bike riding continues.. And his passion for perfection in this art continues... VRRRRRRROOOOMMM...

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Tea, Cake and My Car ..

The table is set perfectly, for 'tea for two'. (and the piece of cake is ready too).  I am really looking forward to this. There is still a good half an hour left for my guest to arrive as per the  text  I just got. Suddenly the door bell rings..............  

Then I see through my door peep hole just to find that my relatives have come. My relatives had told me that they would make a surprise visit.  But , I was cursing god, "Why today, and why now of all time in the world?". I did not have ample time to converse with God. The orthodox brahmin couple entered my house without any invitation and their younger son started running through the house as if this was some playground for him. I had nicely arranged all the things in the house to impress her. I even had a bet with her, that if she finds the house clean, then I could call her whenever I wanted to and she would not cut the call. 

The couple asked me in unison in their high pitched tone, "Do you always maintain your home like this?". I replied, "Yes, do you have a problem?". I could sense some strange expressions on their faces. I immediately wanted to change the topic. Sometimes brain stops working in these kind of situations.     I asked them, "Do you like to have something?". The confusion on their faces faded into smiles. Uncle started, "I see that you have everything ready for us. You have kept some tea and cake on the table. How so nice of you..."

 My fake smile on my face could no longer hide the feelings of my heart and I shouted, "No . no uncle. Those are not for you.. err.. Sorry.. Those won't suit your health. They are lying their on the table for the past two days. I forgot to remove them. For the past two days, I am having food outside and I did not bother to clean my table. And .." I was searching for some more linking parameters which would make a nice bit of excuse...

Aunt started, "Off oh.. No problem. Don't worry. We have not come for eating. We just wanted to meet you nah. Simply. I came to your colony to meet some ladies to discuss .." I was imagining when she will come and what would she feel like. "... then I just told your uncle that we will meet you, and that we would surprise you as we had told before. Uncle agreed and anyway, Raju was enthusiastic to see your toy car collection. We straight away started towards your home." I calmly replied, "Oh so nice of you to come here. By the way, when you are planning to leave?" I could not believe what I just uttered. They absolutely had no clue to why I was behaving so strangely. 

In a moment of time, things happened which were beyond anyone's control I would say. Raju had taken my flying car from the collection and he could not operate it so well that it was flying haphazardly in the drawing room. I screeched at Raju, "Give me the remote control" To my horror, the car landed on my table, right next to tea cup. And it did not stop there. The car stopped after hitting both the tea cups and cake fell on the ground spoiling the chocolate cream spread on it.

The next moment, I heard TING TONG. Raju opened the door. She was clad in her favourite pair of shirt and jeans. She saw me with the remote control and the cars next to the broken tea cups and floor smeared with chocolate, which invited some orthodox house-flies too......
I just managed to hear two words out of her mouth that day, " Hi ... Bye..."

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Monk who sold his NANO

Life is no brief candle for me.
It is a sort of splendid flash-light which I have got hold for the moment,
and I want to charge it as much as possible before handing it on to 
future generations.

George Burger Shah

It was a bright day in Nepal. Sun's rays were falling on a bright face of a saintly man. Augustian's meditation place was situated right in the midst of ice-capped mountains. It was a cold day, as he was sitting in his monkly attire. His monkly attire consisted of a single dhoti. He also had a saintly turban which he once bought in the kumbha mela festival.

He was trying to meditate on the eternal truth which Krishna declared in Bhagavad Gita, called as Geeta Saar: 

As he was meditating on this eternal truth, tears started rolling down his cheeks. He was on the path of sainthood. He had to get rid of attachments and desires. But memories of the past started flowing like tsunami, which he could not avoid......

Augustian was the only son to his parents. He grew up in the neighbourhood of Bharatpur like any small boy in his boyhood days. He too grew with the passion for Cricket like any other school-going fellow. He would carry his exam-writing pad to his school everyday, even during the non-exam days, inorder to play the mundu cricket.

He was born in the days of cricket, when avid and anguly would make great partnerships and lead the country to triumphant victory in most of the matches. He would silently sneak into his friend's home every time there was a match against the country. He was literally jumping with joy when the country would win a match. 

Days passed by and sun set and rose many times that now Augustian was ready to take up a job. It was 2nd August, 2004. Augustian always waited for the month of August every year. It happened to be his favourite month. All the wonderful events in his life happened this month. He was born in this month. He won his tennis championship in the month of August, 1992 in his college. He met his girlfriend in the month of August, 2000. 

He was so superstitious about the month of August that he would postpone all his initiatives to be taken up this month. It was 2nd August, 2004. He got a appointment letter from a company, named Finite House Cooper. He was so thrilled about his job offer, he gave a treat to his friends and family members at Hotel Vashi. Hotel Vashi seemed to be the best hotel in town offering tasty, yet expensive food. 

That was 5 years ago, when he joined as a Business Analyst at the Cooper's. There was something which
was bothering him a lot. He had to buy a car. He was waiting for a car from the automobile industries which would just match his budget. He had managed to save money, inspite of other financial responsibilities. He had few dreams in his life.

One of his many dreams were to buy a car. This tiny dream was fulfilled when NANO came into market. He was known to be the first in his state to get a Nano car. His joy knew no bounds and he shared his joy again at Hotel Vashi.

It was 5th August, 2010. He was saving enough to make a trip to London. He thought for a moment. He called up his friends and made a plan. He was there in the airport before all his friends. He started day-dreaming. He dreamt that he would be sitting amongst the audience and watching the cricketers running in the grounds. He was getting visions of catching a ball which appeared to be a six hit by one of the players. He was truly an avid, fanatic fan of the cricket team.  He was woken up by his friends to board the British Airways.

Atlast he was living his dream. He stood in the stadium along with thousands of supporters. All along, he was shouting slogans supporting the team.  BUT the team played not to his expectations. He was feeling bad all the days when he toured the Great Britain. He even remebered his relatives' dialogue, "Why are you spending so much and going and watching? Are you going to benefit even a naya paisa??" He asked himself, " Did I make the right decision to come and watch the game live only to watch them lose like this? ". He was consoled by his friends. "Don't worry" "All is well" "light teesko raa" "parava illa machaan" and other sorts of consolations... He was on a return trip to India with hopes shattered and dreams battered.  

Days passed, months passed, time ticked by. Sun again rose and set. It was 19th August 2011. He thought for a moment. History does not need to repeat itself. Geography need not remain the same. Physics was not discovered by Newton... and other random thoughts. He made a conference call to his friends distributed across the country. This time, Australia. "Guys, come on. We need to go and cheer up our team. We can make it. We can handle the pressure." One of his friends disturbed, " Ya, in australia, pressure is low. " But this time, Augustian looked at the wall in his office. Augustian looked at his wallet. He logged into his account and checked his balance. The balance was more than enough to have a dinner at Hotel Vashi. He decided. He went to the car shop and he asked, "Kithna detha hai? ".

 He returned home with flight tickets to Australia. He met his friends at the airport. He did not day dream this time. He was looking at his watch. His friends were already at the airport. His superstitions were met till this point. One of his friends remarked, "How much you sold it for?". He calmly replied, "0.9 lakh". All of them boarded the flight. He reached the stadium. He did not stand. He did not shout slogans. He saw. He saw wickets falling. He saw sixes. One of the sixes came right into his lap. It was from David Warner.  And the rest he saw was history....

Life does not need to give you thousand reasons to follow the path of truth. It need not give you thousand situations to alert you about your reality. Life will just take some sixes and few fours to make you walk on the path of truth. 

disclaimer: may be a tribute to fans who watched the matches live in the stadium at the Land of Kangaroos and the Land of Elizabeth.

P.S: Augustian was sipping his tea. He just borrowed a transistor from a fellow himalayan. He tuned in and the voice in the transistor said, " Hello everyone tuned in. This is richie benaud from Melbourne. This is the first match in Aagnipot series.... "

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Tea for two (and a piece of cake) Tuesdays!

If I could invite anybody for 'tea for two' today it would undoubtedly be 
Steve Jobs. Probably I would have asked him how does the tea taste like? And he would answer in his superb iConic style. He would even come up with an iDea of iTea. He might talk about the elegant way of creating tea-cups. He might just take up the simplest of all mundane things and create an interest in appreciating the simplicity of things. I wish to see him when he would create a sensational feeling about every second you spend with the tea-cup. His presence would create a feeling that there are no ordinary moments in life, even the one where you have your tea. God, I wish he comes in his black turtleneck and blue jeans, to grace the tea-meeting....

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Stay hungry Stay foolish

In the year 2005, on 12th June, sun rose and sun set as usual. But there was a moment, a moment of passion, a moment of glory, a moment of inspiration, and what not ...(fill in the dots, i am out of words here).

A man, not attired in his black turtleneck and blue jeans, but in a black gown, gave a speech at Stanford University. The speech proved to be very inspiring for many entrepreneurs and others too.. 

Salient points from the great speech:
" ...
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path, and that will make all the difference. 

Sometime life's going to hit you in the head  with  a  brick.  Don't  lose  faith.  I'm 
convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've 
got to find what you love. ..."

And following were his last words in his speech:

Stay Hungry. 
Stay Foolish. 
Thank you all very much ..."

If someone gives such a speech, then bruce almighty knows what are the consequences:

1) According to a survey conducted by the Society of Qualified Entrepreneurs (SQE), the amount of innovation and creativity in the people who listened to this speech increased by 60 %. This is a good sign as people always are waiting for new products which would make their lives easier and enjoyable.

2) The number of entrepreneurs, globally, rose up by 35 % compared to 2004 .

3) Ladies who were drawing Rangoli started connecting the dots looking backwards, which lead to very innovative forms of kolam (synonym of Rangoli). According to Royters (read it as reuters), they hailed from a  a remotely located village in India named, Steveartpuram.

Asked about their new style, one lady Rangamma, proudly says, "You have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in the future."
Another lady with full enthusiasm and confidence, said, "Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path."
Royters  say that the impact had been as deep as a rathole, that the vehicles in the roads came to a stand still. The well-worn path was cluttered with as-many forms of Kolam as many times as lokanna would have farted ***. That path also got blocked for people to draw water from the wells.

4) People have started flocking in construction sites, rather than preoccupying themselves by browsing websites in the internet. Royters say that people are waiting day-in and day-out standing. One favourite pastime of some standees is that he/she listens to his/her (respectively) ipod all through the day. Royters was curious, so asked one of the standees who was in his/her stand-at-ease posture. The standee calmly replied, "Sometime life's going to hit you in the head  with  a  brick. " and waited, waited and waited. Another co-standee replied, "Dont lose faith". Someone was shouting from the top of one of the floors where they were doing a catch-practice of bricks, "I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love." and as he said this, one of the bricks slipped his fingers. "TONG" ipod's next song started playing, the owner fell to his/her ground.

5) The funding for "Diabetes research"  rose to such great heights, that tech giants from heaven would have seen that using iCloud. One of the main reasons was the proliferating number of cases of diabetes. Some research groups firmly premised that the major reason was McDonalds . Royters asked one of the customers as to what was his motto to become such a fan of McDonalds and came the reply, "Stay hungry . Stay foolish "

Steve jobs to one of his heaven-mates, " why this kolaveri ? ".
Heaven-mate replied, " what an iDEA ? ".
From Earth someone replied, "get idea 3g .."

***medical sir: "contextual spell-checkers were not available to produce proper words.. Those who half-ended, get some parle-g and some mentos."