Popular (read codesmith's) demand required I put up a post regarding my experiences during summer. So I decided why not.... (Karwa I'm sorry I'm having to break your trilogy here... but please don't stop... you're doing a mighty fine job :) ) ... but instead of giving you my daily routine, I decided to just drop in a sort of representative post to give you a drift of how things went. 'Cause if you actually look at the absolute core of what my training was, you'll find it to be an epic battle. Between .. me ... and ....... MATLAB (a flash of lightning, a clap of thunder!). Observe:

As I bang my head on the wall that adjoins my computer looking at how a 100 line matlab code can go so terribly wrong that at the end I get a string a NaN for my solution and repeatedly ask every god who isn't deaf why the god forsaken program just won't work, I come to another spiritual enlightenement. The program won't work. Period. I probably have to list that .... that ....... thing ...... NaN.... as one of my ten worst fears. NaNophobia if you may. But the fact remains. So this article will try to be an ode to simply one of the most brilliant software ever. EVER. An ode to Matlab.
My relationship with Matlab started just this summer and judging by things it'll be a summer romance I initiated and now forever regret. Don't get me wrong. In this short time itself we've been through a lot. Negative kelvin temperatures, that .. that Nan thing and errors galore, errors that have me scratching my head for hours on end until I find I ended up missing a ' (the single quote) somewhere in some obscure corner of my program and has caused this otherwise harmless character to also become a source of fear and dread in my weak mind.
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Another sigh......
Still another sigh.......
A sigh to end all sighs......
I want to put down the long series of ups and downs I've had with Matlab, from being able to stand it to absolutely wanting to indulge myself in taking the computer apart, wire by wire, screw by screw while it is still switched on (Doesn't help, though ..... it switches off in an instant neway). But I do not find words to describe it....
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Sigh........
Another sigh......
A sigh to end all sighs
A sigh to end the sigh to end all sighs.......
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The whispering stentor : The hobbit

Well friends......karwa seems to handle the trilogy quite adeptly. Let me focus on the very beginning, the missing links which will bridge fiction with reality.

Once upon a time a polynesian island was inhabited by troglodytes. Then on a ominous day a visionary from the capital of the Republic of Ingushetia, Russia set foot on the island. He blessed the aborigines to rise from their grotto to build better shelters for themselves. But they had a quarrel with him about the use of walls. During this fallout the protagonist was revealed to be the ancient king of Cyrene (276-250 BC). His deleterious influence was realized and he was marked as a pariah and banished from the island.

After several autumns passed placidly the natives were once again engrossed in celebrating the opulent harvest. The beach was basking golden in the setting sun, the zephyr was playing philanderer with the mood. Suddenly the festive weather came to a doldrum. The veritable yet unacceptable truth dawned on them, HE has returned. Every noise in the milieu subsied and then a husky homily commenced. The inhabitants yelled with trepidition, "MAGAAaaa......". Then the cloud of ignorance engulfed the island and swallowed it into oblivion.


HE has key to every entrance,
HIS whisper entrances you to insanity.
The whispering stentor's askance
Dissolves you and your verity.