Musing of an aero guy

It is our pleasure to inform you that AeSI Alumni Association is planning to organize job fairs and other career related events for AeSI students and graduates. For this we are creating a database of AeSI graduates.

We are in the final stages of formally announcing the dates and other details of the upcoming second job fair, if you have not registered yet, please do so now, particularly if you are in Avionics domain..

Good luck and watch this space.

Visit http://aesiaa.org/JobFair.html to register

Sukhbinder

For Team AeSIAA

Forms for EPF

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 02:53:00 +0000

This page has all the forms that one might need for regarding any issue with employee profident fund

in reference to: http://www.epfindia.com/downloads_forms.htm (view on Google Sidewiki)

A call for help: Blog once and educate 40,000 underprivileged children of India

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 11:17:00 +0000

From: "IndiBlogger.in" <indi@indiblogger.in>
Date: January 17, 2010 15:52:48 GMT+05:30
Subject: A call for help: Blog once and educate 40,000 underprivileged children of India
Reply-To: indi@indiblogger.in

Here is a unique opportunity to reach out and impact thousands of lives through your blog. Yes, sitting at your desk and writing a blog post can help educate 40,000 young Indians all over our country!

One of India's most trusted and credible NGOs, GiveIndia is taking part in a competition on Facebook to win a US$1 million grant. The winner will be the NGO that gets the highest number of votes from Facebook users. The prize of $1 million will help put or keep 40,000 children across India in school for one year!

Imagine the IndiBlogger community coming together to spread the word and help the underprivileged children of India. The impact would be tremendous and together, IndiBloggers and GiveIndia would be able to gather the votes we need to win.

Voting in the competition is for one week only, from Friday, January 15 – Friday, January 22, 2010. Can we make a difference in the next 5 days? We sure hope so!

The link for voting, where you can also see more details of the competition is

http://apps.facebook.com/chasecommunitygiving/charities/338730

There's been lots of talk about how social media can bring change and make an impact on the world we live in. Well, here is one tangible way for us to take a small action that could have a HUGE outcome.

In case you have more questions about this, please write to giveindiachase@gmail.com and a GiveIndia team member would be happy to reply.
Regards,

The IndiBlogger Team & The GiveIndia Team

blog.giveindia.org
@GiveIndia

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Simple apps and why they are beautiful

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 16:11:00 +0000

Have you wondered why all small iPhone iPod apps are beautiful. They
look so preety!

Since each app is meant for one and only thing so they should be eye
candy. The eye candy is the differenciator.

So want to make something beautiful, keep it simple. Let it be simple
and do one thing at a time.

Principal Component Analysis - a tutorial

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 10:39:00 +0000

Want to know more about PCA that is Principal Component Analysis? Want to understand it more, and want to see how it works from a students perspective, then fill you coffee mug, sit back and read this PDF version of the tutorial by Lindsay I Smith on Principal Component Analysis!!

http://www.cs.otago.ac.nz/cosc453/student_tutorials/principal_components.pdf

Follow this link and be enlightened.

If you think of this, PCA is everywhere around you!!!

Magic trick at google

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 12:18:00 +0000

Google is doing a magic

Go to www.google.co.in

Click on the 'I am feeling lucky' button!!

And see the magic!!!!

Do it quick or it might disappear!!

You never Know.........!

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 11:11:00 +0000

Someone forwarded this to me, it's big. Do read it when you have but
do read.

"
Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years
with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.
Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide
for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that
she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a
woman to
bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started
packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let
her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright
room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and
round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch
mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest
and enjoy the feeling
that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his
pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down,
he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I
surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-
joy feeling.
Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.
For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living
room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you
young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also
can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the
house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble
away, and hubby
smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use
to it."
Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever
came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her
and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when
I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every
item how
much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more
upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little
fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."
There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the
breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the
wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like
the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to
notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it
as her silent protest.
As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from
along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of
that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I
turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time,
mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created
additional
work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags
accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our
house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish
washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to
hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and
"Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.
Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not
speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child,
tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked
him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you
just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl
however
unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time,
mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very
awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war,
hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.
In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took
on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any
prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily
eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing
breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way
to work. That
night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose
not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone
in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time,
hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am
left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt
a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing
up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could
not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited
everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying
and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the
washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I
opened my mouth but no
words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us,
then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me
a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For
three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so
furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting
up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep
having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for
food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low
point in my life.
Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and
see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense
of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't
hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the
possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital
entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days,
but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at
him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He
followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he
doesn't know me; he
has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I
told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that
moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby:
"Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me
around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in
the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't
even withstand the test
of one fight?
Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted
look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That
night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the
lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was
removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took
the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he
really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut
in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting
streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to
clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office
and his secretary gave me a weird
look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in
the hospital."
I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I
found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me,
his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin
face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could
this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word
to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed
to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That
day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus
stop,
apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the
countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as
she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I
finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up
that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am
indirectly the killer of his mother.
Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity
and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we
are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in
his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back
in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough
scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.
Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by,
hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we
were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am
like the dead knot in his heart.
One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass
window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very
lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After
recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood
in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I
have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The
girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby
stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at
me,challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by
one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had
stood
that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.
That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way
to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each
other.
He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned
home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had
returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the
initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I
go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again
every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical
examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting
the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this
baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.
One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The
whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table,
there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without
even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have
gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him,
removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at
me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you
cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come
out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at
my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled
the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed
my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since
mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not
control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said:
"Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we
sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the
blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even
if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many
times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would
forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of
that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We
have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's
unintentional; for
him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of
reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever
and could not repeated.
Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some
warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat
anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I
stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of
paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby
will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk
out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's
room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I
kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore
him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is
wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that
last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but
now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off
continuing but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of
it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use
this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He
has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his
typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web
surfing but none
of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of
spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a
sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did
not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried
me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very
tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey
to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and
hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but
warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would
love me as much as he did?
He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm
eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain.
Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes
tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.
Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the
floor. I
cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired
eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him,
but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my
body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he
had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a
miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he
first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and
consoled me
saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his
room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hitsme. Hubby's
cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had
thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote
for our son:
"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you
before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you
will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can
accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy
now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the
possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your
lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's
suggestion....
Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have
accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very
happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves
you most and also the one who loves me most..." From play school to
primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing
with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
Hubby has also written a letter for me:
"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the
pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness,
because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival
of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven
me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm
afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to
give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when
are all written on the packaging... "
Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son
over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I
want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He
struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in
his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the
button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air
as tears slowly rolled down my face.... A fatal misunderstanding and
the person who loves me the most in this world is gone
forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the
blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having
Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years
with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at
a price, every thing became too late."........
This is a true story.
LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read
through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly
showed the devastating power of grudges and anger! Simple humility and
communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story,
as well as patience.... This story has really touched my heart and
life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is
very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from today, I can
consciously start to live a life free of grudge. People please let's
live a life devoid of grudge. Communication is key.

Take greatest care and live on
"

Lesson of the year

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 23:06:00 +0000

Movement isn't enough... Action isn't enough.... Without direction!!!

A productive tip acidentally.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 10:12:00 +0000

Today learnt a productive tip acidentally.

See movies at 1.5x speed.

Yup. Was swing cashback on vlc player and saw the time, realized if I
see this movie at this rate, I will cross 1am,and noticing brought my
gaze to the tiny 1x beside the time.

Intrigued i clicked on it to find a slider there, which I increased to
1.4x. At first nothing seem to happen as the movie was still playing,
but suddenly realized it was going a bit fast but was comprehensible.
I experimented with1.7x. Diagues went missing adjusted back to 1.5x
and this decreased the time considerably and I was able to finish by
12. One hour earlier.

Great and I understood all of it. Great.

Some Useful Household tips

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 09:03:00 +0000

Here’s some tips that i saw my wife exploring..

Christmas Decoration and lessons learnt

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 04:44:00 +0000

My office is all set and decorated with Christmas and New year
greetings.

I liked the decoration specially as it is so simple yet pleasant and
brings out the total spirit of the building.

Here are the two things that I learnt from the decorations.

1. Go with the contours of the building. Align your decoration to
them, not against it.

2. Have a consistent color scheme for your decoration items. Red green
and white is the color of christmas and let those be your primary
variables.

If you can acheive these two points, you have nailed your Christmas
decorations.

What do you think?

Christmas Decoration and lessons learnt

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 12:30:00 +0000

My office is all set and decorated with Christmas and New year
greetings.

I liked the decoration specially as it is so simple yet pleasant and
brings out the total spirit of the building.

Here are the two things that I learnt from the decorations.

1. Go with the contours of the building. Align your decoration to
them, not against it.

2. Have a consistent color scheme for your decoration items. Red green
and white is the color of christmas and let those be your primary
variables.

If you can acheive these two points, you have nailed your Christmas
decorations.

What do you think?

Google real time for quick cricket scores

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 21:00:00 +0000

A quick tip...

Want to search google real time..... use the following link.....

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&tbs=rltm:1&q=india

q=india indicates it will update about india.

Google's real time interface is great i loved it.

use this to see scores of indian cricket match..

how well replace q=india with q=cricket

here's the direct link try it http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&tbs=rltm:1&q=cricket

CAE job opportunity in Mohali - from my email

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 20:54:00 +0000

A job opportunity on aerospace in chandigarh. Rare buts its there... so go fida guys and gals.

We have a requirement on CAE for our client in Mohali

Job description is as follows:

• Should have completed B.E/ B.Tech /M.Tech in Mechanical engineering.
• Should have 1-7 years of experience in Hypermesh, Nastran, Ansys.
• Preferable experience in Aero Structure Analysis
• Execution of the projects independently and leading team of engineers may required
• Good knowledge of Finite element analysis of aircraft structures/components using CATIA, MSC PATRAN and MSC NASTRAN
• Expert in Hand Calculations
• Analysis, Design, Validation & Optimization of aircraft primary & secondary structures
• Fatigue, Durability & Damage Tolerance Evaluation
• Should be able to prepare project plan and adhere to the prepared plan

If interested, send your updated resume with following details to aditi.poorvi@gmail.com

Current CTC:
Expected CTC:
Notice period

Activities for kids a good link to share

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:37:00 +0000

If you have a toddler and he or she is begining to get excited about the world, then this is the website you should explore with him or her.

I will introduce my daughter who is 2 years old to it.

Lets see how she starts it

http://www.4kids2play.nl/eng/

Games and activities for kids. Very good

A fresh begining

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:30:00 +0000

For a while this blog remain dormant and now I am again rebuilding it.

In this blog I will share anything that comes to my mind.

No specific agenda but always something useful interesting and fun

I'm reading Grammar Devotional on DailyLit

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:21:00 +0000

Hi everybody,

I wanted to tell you that I just started reading Grammar Devotional on
DailyLit.

DailyLit lets you read entire books in short installments sent to you
by email or RSS. DailyLit also has discussion forums so if you start
reading Grammar Devotional too, we can talk about it there.
http://www.dailylit.com/forums/book/grammar-devotional

I hope you'll read with me. If you'd like to get started, just click
on the link below.
http://www.dailylit.com/books/grammar-devotional

FOCUS :>>>>> NASTRAN PATRAN

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 28 Mar 2007 09:04:00 +0000

My main focus in the coming month is on NASTRAN with PATRAN, so I am planning to use this blog to share my experiences with it.

For the persons who are wondering what is NASTRAN and PATRAN? well these two are one of the most used structural analysis tool in the engineering. they find usage in many engineering discipline including aerospace, automobiles etc.

so what that was technical description? What do they actually do? Well they are tools for the engineer, which help him design and test the engineering components stress and deformation in an engineering product he or she might be building.

In crude way, I know most of my engineering friends won't agree, but this a bunch of differential equation solvers which help us, the engineers develop a better product much more economically and effeciently.

Well here in this blog from the next post onward I will be enlightening you on the projects I did in these tools. Mind you this won't be a tutorials, I will just tell my experience and share any tips that i got along while working on it.

I am planning to involve my friend here who is also doing the same thing with me in this quest and he will also be writing his experiences in it. Hope he agrees to share his projects

Boeing's electric plane

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 11:06:00 +0000

I read this piece of article on web. It was usual news-type article except the last line which caught my attention.

You go through it; perhaps your aeronautical mind will catch the word!!

"The fuel-efficient engine developed by General Electric for The Boeing Co.'s 787 Dreamliner began its flight test program 22nd Feb. on the wing of a 747 test plane.

In a statement, GE said, "The GEnx engine took to the skies today in Victorville, Calif., marking the start of flight-testing on GE's 747 flying test-bed. During the three-hour first flight, the GEnx-1B engine demonstrated aircraft systems and instrumentation functionality, climbed to more than 43,000 feet and established engine performance baseline for flight-testing.''

The 787 will be a much more electric plane than previous commercial jetliners, and will not use bleed air from the engines to run certain systems."

So far so good, but the word electric plane stuck me and upon investigating found some good facts about the Boeing’s new airliner

We know much about the new jet's composite wings and fuselage, its cabin innovations and the next-generation, fuel-efficient engines, but what is this "electric”? To find out get going

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/business/174159_electric20.html

Are you seeing the big picture?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:03:00 +0000

Hi there

Well how many times it might have happened to you that you are beginning a project, let’s say you want to learn CATIA or may be you want to take down notes of the subjects you are taking exams. But as you sit down planning, the whole thing overwhelms you? Do you know what the devil there is!! Well that was answered by this small article that I came through.

The devil is getting down to details early on. We should begin with the big picture and should only focus on the main big things than worry about the notebook, the version of CATIA to use. Start using it. What to use will come latter. The main task in learning CATIA, for a very beginner, primary aim ahead will be to familiarize himself with the toolbars and the commands available to his disposal. But what do we worry about? What will I model, where will I find things to model, Who can lend me a engineering drawing book from which I can practice?, The engineering drawing book that I have doesn't have machine drawing, so it won't be good for me and many small questions we bother than plunging into the main task of building a small glass as a first CATIA exercise. We spent hours to searching for tutorial and by the time we have them, the interest is drained... so dear friends shed the get-into-detail-right-away attitude and you will become more productive. And here's the small text that points out the very fact in a very beautiful way.

The article follows

The Devil's in the Details

I really got over the "get into details right away" attitude after I took some drawing classes...If you begin to draw the details right away you can be sure that the drawing is going to suck. In fact, you are completely missing the point.

You should begin by getting your proportions right for the whole scene. Then you sketch the largest objects in your scene, up to the smallest one. The sketch must be very loose up to this point. Then you can proceed with shading which consists of bringing volume to life. You begin with only three tones (light, medium, dark). This gives you a tonal sketch. Then for each portion of your drawing you reevaluate three tonal shades and apply them. Do it until the volumes are there (requires multiple iteration)...

Work from large to small. Always.

Well well

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 04:29:00 +0000

Well Well, things have been really busy out there so I was not able to update this blog for long, but now I am getting time and I have the inclination to revive it. So rest assured fellows I am back in action. I have two blogs now and this one is more for the technologic experiences that I have using technology and about the aerospace experiences that I have in my life.

Life has taken a turn and now my present visiting cards declares me a software engineer, though I like the aerospace engineer more. Well I will have both of them in due time, as I I am preparing myself for that thing. So that I do have the aeronautical fun along with the software!!!

Hey i am back

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 16:26:00 +0000

Well this year is an very important for me and because of some new developments in feb and then in may i was quite busy and wasn't able to devote anytime to one of my blogs, but now i'm back and i promise to write and update this regularly. Well my last entry in feb was from my reliance phone but this one is from a gsm nokia mobile. So not only is the phone different but the technology i'm using now is different! Well will give u a review on my experience between this two in my coming posts. And as far as i know my last post was on the photo quality and service provided by the service providers. So i'll also discuss my experience using my nokia 6630 phone and its camera. Ok folks my dinner is ready so got to go but as Arnie said in terminator movie, i'll be back!