Wednesday, 30 November 2011


Today everything around us is either android or simply does not exist! (If not listed on Google search list!)

Android OS becomes the new name for Smartphone! Android is a open source platform and that is why adopted so quickly.

But do you know which was the first android phone? 

The answer is HTC Dream!
However, It was first offered & distributed by "T-mobile" under the official trade name "G1"
The HTC Dream was released in the US on 22 October 2008; in the UK on 30 October 2008;and became available in other European countries including Austria, Netherlands, and the Czech Republic in early 2009.

So, Folks note down the dates:
 July 20,1969         : One Giant Leap For Man Kind.(First Moonwalk)
 October 22, 2008  : First Android Phone Was Launched.

Android 1.1-1.6
CPU 528 MHz Qualcomm
Memory 256 Mb ROM, 192 Mb RAM
Battery 3.7 v

Source: Wikipedia

Friday, 25 November 2011

How to speed up Download In uTorrents !

Want to speed up the download in uTorrent!

Here are some tips

The first thing try to download the torrent file that contain good seed number. It must be higher than the peer number.

Second thing Do some changes in your uTorrent

  • Go to: options/preferences/Bandwidth; change the “maximum upload rate” value to 1.
  • Go to: options/preferences/Bandwidth; change the “maximum global connection” value to 500 or higher.

  • Set bandwidth allocation of file to high.
  • Set priority of file high.

  • Enjoy!

How to download files via BitTorrent CLIENT

What Is BitTorrent ? If you know then go ahead or take a look at this Wikipage

Tired from those File sharing websites, and want to download files without using your credit card or interruption!
Here is the solution!

Things you will require: -
  1. A good torrent Client: Download it from here, Install it.
  2. A Search engine for live torrent:


  • Open the
  • Search for your desired File (Movie, Songs etc.)
  • From the list click on highest seed number containing output.
  • You will be provided another list showing many websites names.
  • Click on any website
  • On that website try to search for word “torrent”, “Download torrent file” etc., and click on it.
  • Download will be start. Usually the torrent file is of few KB in size and should take less then few seconds.
  • Open that file using the torrent client.
  • Click on OK button and your download will be started.
  • Enjoy!

WARNING: Some files may contain copyright protection and some contains viruses (Try to avoid it!)

Sunday, 6 November 2011

The Egg - Andy Weir

One Good Story That Needs To Be Here........

The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

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