Visual Studio Shortcuts

A few days back I wanted to indent a piece of code... and as I didn't remember the shortcut (I never do) I had to do it through the menu.. Edit -> Advanced -> Indent (something like this).. and yeah, I am talking about Visual Studio here. I tried to google the shortcut but didn't get any worthwhile results. And today when I am reading up on Abstract Factory, I found this link on the left hand side... seems very useful, so putting it on my blog so if not for anyone else, I can find it easily when I want to.

VS Shortcuts

Blog moved.. Phase II

Realization followed by complete HORROR:
They didn't export my comments.. I already had a few of them and they didn't even import that!!
Maybe they have a minimum/maximum limit or something... if you don't have these many comments you can keep on dreaming of importing them to your new blog.. Or maybe it's their way of saying "How stupid would you be to import blog from an hosting site and then export it on the same."
Whatever the reason was.. I know that the comments are imported as well. After all, Rambler did it... then why did they choose to act discriminatly (I don't think that's a word. I checked on dictionary.com and didn't find it, but you do get my point don't you)... maybe they have something against me as well.
I think I'll ask them about it... soon... but no use now. Because I have comments on this blog now.. so importing the old blog again on this one would mean loosing the new comments.

Should I go with copy pasting comments from my old blog on this one???.. I AM khwaar after all.. and don't have that many on the old one anyways...


Attention Blogger:
I might have ignored this before, but a colleague brought my wandering attention to a tennie wennie detail (read ERROR!) on my blog.

"Intricate
View my complete profile.
There was an error in this gadget"

What happened was.. there was nothing wrong with my profile. But the gadget below it refused to work on my new blog (maybe it didn't like the new address).

So have removed it.. what??? you thought I would keep it as a souvenir.


The not so cool background:
I got bored with the themes provided by blogger. So I decided to go elsewhere and searched for themes on google. A lot of good ones I found but a few didn't work.. the one that did was the one that was the theme on my blog for a long time.
UNTIL.. someone told me.. it's not as good as you think it is :P :P
No.. no one exactly put it that bluntly to me.. but there were problems of loading with this theme.. it took a long time doing that.. so decided to go again with blogger. Until I find a better theme... and for finding something you have to look for it, don't ya? And for that you need time, don't ya mattie? And I don't exactly have that,, what with all the sleeping I think I need to to do, and the novel that I must finish.. and the other stuff.. I am supposed to be preparing for a presentation but being the dedicated blogger that I am, I am spending the little time I have on it.

Bad times...

You learn a lot of things from people around you.... if you just care to notice. Like I learnt from a friend of mine that a person should always keep alive the spirit to enjoy everything no matter what.
This life is too short, the time gone would never come again so why waste it.
Everyone has their own set of moods, you don't have to ruin yours because of others. I am not saying be selfish, no not at all. You have to be there for others too, support them in their troubles, walk them through their worrisome phase and get them walking back on the path of happiness. But not enjoying, not making the most of the time you have, just because others don't feel like it is a little short of stupidness.
Sometimes we get so preoccupied with our lives, our troubles, our worries, our problems that we forget to live. We forget that everyone else goes through the same thing every day, even if they don't show it, they might be going through even worst than we can imagine.
Again, I am not saying that we should forget our problems, don't do anything about them and continue living like nothing has happened. Just saying that a bad day isn't the end of it all. :)

Friend - a relative term

The statement popped into my head while I was pressing my clothes.. Pressing is such a boring job that all kinds of inane stuff moves through my head while I am trying to get done with it..

But come to think of it, in my case, this statement does turn out to be true, very true.
Friend IS a relative term.
I am not trying to be philosophical or something, in fact, I hate philosophy. But this is so true, if you just think about it.

I don't know why I started to write this post, but I thought I have to, I just have to, even if I don't write anything worth reading. :P

So, back to the point.. I say friend is a relative term. You ask why... because I think everyone has their own definition of Friend, of what friends are supposed to be.
Friendship might mean different thing to different people.
Some people may give this relationship more importance than it calls for. And some might not understand why it's worth anything.

The importance may be learnt after a broken friendship, or the importance might be lost after realizing how much friends can hurt. The importance may break on you when you have a blast with your friends, or when you miss them.

But the thing is it might not be what you think it is. And others are sure to have a different opinion then you.

For example, when we were kids we all had a different perspective. A friend was a person who had the most expensive toys, and was also willing to share them with you. At that time friends changed and it wasn't that hurting.

I remember every other person used to be my friend. My favorite dialogue was "Dost nahi ho yaar."
Till college I used to threaten my friends with
"Mein tumhein apnay dost kee post se kharij kar doon geen" :P

And as I grew up the definition changed in a drastic manner. Now I think a million times before giving the title of friend to anyone.

And that works, because eventually, when they do what I expect them to do, it doesn't hurt that much, and it doesn't matter that much, and in the end you think that all that happened was for a good reason.

Another example, for some people breaking up a friendship is not that difficult, because for them friends aren't that important and thus they don't care. For them the definition is quite different.

Hence proved,
'Friend' is a relative term.

Of lsam

Wuzu kar ke sonay k 4 fazail
1) Us ke rooh Baitullah Sharif ka tawaf karti hay.
2) Farishtay sari raat us ke liye naikyan likhtay rehtay hain.
3) Jab karwat badalta hai farishtay iski bakshish k liye dua kartay hain.
4) Jab subha so kar uthta hai to jo dua mangta hai puri hoti hai.


Namaz k 10 faiday

1) Cheray ke nooraniyat.
2) Dil ka noor.
3) Jism kee rahat.
4) Qabr mein sathi.
5) Nuzuley rehmat ka zarya.
6) Aasmanon ke chabi.
7) Meezane hisab ka wazan.
8) Allah ke raza.
9) Jannat kee kemat.
10) Aag se bachao ka zarya.


Jumay ke roz 7 martaba durood pak parhanay walay kee 100 hajatein puri hoti hain, 30 duniya kee, 70 akhirat kee.


Hadees-Nabwi (P.B.U.H) :
"Musalman ko jo ranj, dukh, fikar, ghum, takleef or pareshani paish aati hai yahan tak ke usay aik kanta bhi chubta hai to Allah us takleef ko us ke kisi na kisi gunah ka kafara bana deta hai."


Allah Pak farmatay hain "Tu mujhe fajar aur asar kee namaz ke baad thodi dair yaad kar liya kar, tere tamam kamoon ke zimedari mere hai."


Hazrat Ali (R.A.)
"Logo ko is tarah maaf karo jis tarah tum Allah se umeed rakhtay ho ke woh tumhein maaf karay ga."

Blog moved...

EVERYONE who got to know my blog address had a few words for the address...
intricate86 why 86.. what's your obsession with 86 that everything has to have "86" appended at the end..
Everyone had to say something about it, and believe me it wasn't good.

So have finally decided to move it. The address is almost the same. Now it is the same as the name of the blog.. By the way I have a post on why it was what it was. So read up on it too. :P (like you have nothing better to do.)

Moving the blog wasn't that hard, mainly because of the Import/Export feature provided by blogger.
I had no fear of loosing my readers for the simple fact that I don't have any. :P

So it's only me who reads the blog and I don't have any problems in remembering the new address.. :P

A few things remain though.
Not all the widgets were imported correctly, so will have to do some copy/pasting for that.
But it can wait... as no one really depends on my blog.. and I have an assignment due, which I haven't started yet..

So the few people who stumble upon my blog..
Happy Reading!!!

Do drop in your comments. They are much awaited and appreciated.

Before and After

“Can’t do this. We just can’t do this.”

“This is just impossible.”

“Remind me, why did we even take up this project. What do we think of ourselves? Extra-ordinary genius?”

These are just some of the feelings and thoughts that every person who is forced to do a project has to deal with.

The hazardous process of making and completing a project can be broken down into the following three stages:

THE BEFORE STAGE:
The before stage starts with happiness, content and life all around but ends with shock, disbelief and despair. This era of misery comes around when during the very first class of a course when you don’t even know the basis of the subject, it is announced that before the start of final examination a project is to be submitted.
Whatever you say at this moment regarding the injustice of the situation doesn’t change anything. What’s done is done. If it’s a project they ask then it’s a project they want.

THE MIDDLE STAGE:
The middle stage starts immediately after the ‘before stage’. Infact they always are so intermingled that it’s hard to decipher when the ‘before stage’ ends and the ‘middle’ starts.
o Making a group:
Almost all the projects require a group. The selection of the people you want in your group and the ones you don’t is I guess the most delicate task which needs extra, extra-attention. Because once you make a group no matter how hard you try to get away from it you amazingly end up with the same group and with the same people, with some rare exceptions.
This is the time when you analyze each and every person in your class, even those who you haven’t noticed up till now. You must have seen this in detective movies when in the start of the movie the bio data of every person is shown for the benefit of the audience. The same is with the person who is trying to select people for his/her group – analyzing and deciding at every step.

o Selecting a subject/topic for the project:
With the group ready the task ahead is of selecting the topic.

“It shouldn’t be too hard, it shouldn’t be too easy.”

“We should do something unique, something no one has ever done before.”

This is the period of dreams and fantasies, when everything seems possible and probable.
The list of “THINGS TO DO” keeps on increasing till the day you actually start working on the project.
o THE PROJECT:
Okay now, the period of fantasies is over people. Get down to business.
This is the time filled with depression and complexes (inferior or superior). Either you think you can’t do anything or you think that you are invincible.
But everyone has their own way of dealing with tensions and failures. I, for one, never take the blame of anything. If something goes wrong it’s the fault of the computer, my internet service or (you won’t believe this one) the electricity of my house which goes out just when I think of working.
It was one of those times, when nothing seemed to be going the way we intended and I, being myself, said out aloud with the voice of a computer-expert ;
“It’s not our fault, you know. We are doing everything right; the computer just doesn’t get it. It has completely gone insane and I don’t think there is any hope of it ever being normal again.”

My friend sarcastically added:
“Yeah, it is never our fault. Anything that goes wrong is not our fault. It’s the inane computer’s fault. And if we do accomplish something, the credit is ours to take.”
But it was one of other friends of mine who finally got me to thinking the ultimate stupidity of this absurd declaration.
This friend of mine soberly said:
“You must have done something wrong. How could it be the computer’s fault which until now had been doing everything you wanted it to?”
But let me tell you I am correct to some extent when I say that things often tend to fail you when you need them the most to work out. Once, two days before the deadline the computers owned by everyone in my group refused to work.
It’s just not my bad luck. This happens every time with everyone. In one project, my friend stayed up for two-three nights to complete all the research work. And when she did all there was to be done, the next morning the computer took its revenge.


o THE DEADLINE:
As the submission date comes near and near, you go far and far from a thing called “sanity”. Nothing seems to make sense. All your efforts to postpone the submission date fail miserably. Amazingly, during this period instead of praying for the project to complete itself miraculously you keep on praying that the date gets extended. But even if the project is really postponed, you waste the extra days in relaxing and catching up on lost sleep and when the new deadline is again approaching you finally wake-up.
If your computer or electricity didn’t let you down until now it’s bound to do so this time.
It seems that “Good luck” doesn’t exist for you anymore. Your friends (who are not your group members) just don’t understand your problems, your group members who do understand your problem (because it’s basically their problem too) get sick and if nothing else, you come down with a cold.
But there are always some people who are helpful, who are willing to help you in an assignment due the next day on which you weren’t working because of the project, or who help you solve problems of your projects.

THE AFTER PHASE:

IF YOU GET GOOD MARKS:
If you pass with flying colors then no one is sweeter than you. You thank all those people who supported you (remember these are the people who you were complaining about all along). And you count the unlimited miracles that happened in the most darkest of times.

IF YOU GET NOT-SO-GOOD MARKS:
Ahh! Tough luck. This time you do the exact opposite of the above. You do count miracles but the ones that didn’t come along, but could have made your life much easier. This phase is dominated by the words “Kaash” or “I wish”.


So people, you have been warned. If you have a project coming up then you better buckle up.


Date Written: Feb-2006

Along came a Lizard

As soon as I stepped into the corridor my sixth sense gave me a red alert. A lot of girls were standing together and all the guys had a secret smile on their face (which they were trying to hide).

I was about to enter the Girls Common Room when one of the girls of my class literally jumped out of the room, with her hands on her ears and shouting so loud that I though I would loose my hearing ability.

Okay, okay, this was nothing but an exaggeration. (Forgive me for any inconvenience this may have caused. The words just flew out of my pen with no one who could stop them).

Back to the situation at hand, the girl (in reality) stepped out of the common room with a horrified expression. For a minute I thought she must have seen a ghost. But then I thought that this can’t be possible. “There is no such thing as ghosts” I tried to convince myself, “and even if there was, why would they choose the girls common room as their resident (maybe it’s a girl ghost) and why not go and haunt class rooms so that we may live in peace, after all you too will be at peace, if you didn’t have to attend classes all day long.”

Thinking about ghosts and smiling at the prospect of ghosts haunting our beloved university, I hesitantly put my hand on the door knob and turned it. (Did it make a squeaking sound? Did it always made a sound or was it just my imagination. And wait a minute why suddenly is there not a single sound in a corridor which seems to be brimming with vocal people all the time. Why is it that when you even think or talk about ghosts the entire world tends to become silent??) As I turned the knob, a ghost popped into my head, followed by another absurd image. And in a millisecond millions of images of what I would see in the room chased each other in my head, each bizarre than the other. But none came close to what I actually saw…… and that was nothing. Yes, nothing. There was simply nothing. I was even prepared to see a lion standing in the middle of the room(excuse me, for this incongruous notion, but I had watched ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’ last night) but what I wasn’t ready for was the nothingness that greeted me.

I hurriedly entered the room, all this commotion about ghosts and lions was making me late for my class, I took my books and was about to step out, when I saw a lizard lurking on the floor. “Oh please don’t tell me, this lizard is the pioneer of all this turmoil.” I warned the lizard in clear words “if I get late for my class missy, I’ll kill you. Mark my words.”

In the class too, the hot topic of discussion was none other that the lizard in the common room. “People why don’t you name the lizard, if you love it so much. How about Liz or Lizzie?”

And with this a thick book came crashing down on my head. “How can you joke about such a thing?” was my friend’s remark.

The entire day, girls didn’t even go near the common room. In my two years at this place I had never seen the GCR completely deserted. I started seeing sings of desertion in the room, as it is depicted in the movies. A wilted leave, for instance. It took me a few minutes to realize that the leave belonged to the tree just outside the window.

Even worse then the abandoned common room were the stories that were being exchange among the girls. The girls for some reason had become a little shaky. One of the girls even shrieked when a spider jumped at her copy and decided to stay there until it was forced to leave. Thank God other girls hadn’t lost their composure and the spider found support in the remark of one of my very nice friends “Spider hai, spider man nahin hai” (“It’s a spider. Not spider man”)

I too had a story to share, but was doubtful about the reactions I would get. Of course I didn’t want someone to faint.

It was a few years back when I was a chatting freak. I would stay up all night just to chat with my friends. It was one of these nights when around 3 am I started fighting with my friend (see, I can even have an online fight). I decided it was high time I switched off my computer and went to have a glass of water before going to sleep. I had seen a lizard on the wall near the cooler. And as the first drop of water entered my mouth, the lizard jumped on my head and then jumped again on the counter and then ran away (most probably finding refuge from my unparalleled anger).

I washed my hairs thrice after the event and made up with my friend the very next day. So now you know why I gave up late-night chatting.

Reliving this story in my mind, I decided not to narrate this to any of the girls around me. It wasn’t just about people fainting around me anymore; it was now a matter of my ego. Maybe they would start calling me names like Liz or Lizzie behind my back.

The Age of Innocence

Being the youngest in my family, I longed for a younger sibling whom I could play with, and if not for anything else then a younger sibling just to have the pleasure of bossing around. I envied my friends who had such luxury, and I never failed to mention this to them that they were very fortunate and they never failed to shout it out for me that I was the lucky one.

I loved children (I still do) and I chose to show my affection by pulling their cheeks and they chose to show their detest by slapping me hard across my face or let me have a view of their long tongues and then run like some super hero to their mommys and daddys.

My prayers for a child in house were answered when Allah blessed me with a niece and three years back not only my view-point about children but also my life changed dramatically.

And now I have come to realize that when you get to know kids up close and personal, they are not so innocent after all.

For one thing they taught me to be a little disciplined. In the past, I had this habit of keeping the entire house covered with evidences indicating that 'I' at one point in time had blessed this particular spot by my presence i.e. to say I had decorated my entire house with my things. I used to study on a table in the hall and even if I wasn't around I kept the books open to the last page I was reading (or looking, to be more correct). Not any more, people. Now I have learnt to hide my things from the reach of kids. Because if anything is out there, it sure isn't save. One of my assignments, which I had completed after a week's hard work, was signed by none other than my eldest niece, and that too on every page. All she had to do was to sneak up to my not-so-aware assignment, pull out a marker from my innocently-lying pencil box and put large trademarks of her own existence on each and every page. I am sure she must've gone through it again to make sure that she hasn't left any of the pages 'un-autographed'.

I miss my bus everyday (Author's Note: This is nothing but exaggeration, I always am late, true, but missed it onlyk I guess, twice in four years.) because I have to collect my things spread around the house and hid at the most unusual of places for half-an-hour. (Don't advice me to wake up half hour earlier, that again is not a possibility.)

I have at this very moment four kids in my house. Every few minutes I hear a knock on my door, which is more like a bang; or a cry from one of the kids, which leads to the crying and shouting of all the remaining kids, which leads to their moms shouting over them, which leads to my mom shouting on all six of them, which leads to my sneaking my head from the safety of my room to ask them to keep it down a bit.

Once I had a final paper the next morning and the above scene was being rehearsed right outside my room. Even with the door closed I could hear all of them loud and clear. The third world war initiated when my niece had this instant desire to ride the same bicycle my nephew was riding. We had one bicycle for each kid just to evade the chances of them fighting each other but well it isn't really easy to make human beings content with what they have, is it? Asking them to take their negotiations to another room or even out side turned out to be fruitless, asking them all to shut up was another futile attempt, and putting cotton in my ears was yet another failure. I put my BSB cd in the stereo and played it on full volume, but the Backstreet boys couldn't rescue me from this castle of sonance. For once in my life I longed to go to my university so that I could study in peace in the library.

This is how I gave my finals, so people it's not my fault if I get bad grades, and teachers if you are reading this, please try to empathize, being lillient in checking my answer scripts would be a good way to start.

After my final exams, my vacations should have been all fun, but guess what, that didn't happen. Well, it was fun to play with the kids, but it isn't exactly fun if you can't chat with your school friends just because your nephew requests, in fact, nags you to show him his birthday pictures, which quite amazingly happen to be saved on the computer.

My one-year old niece is just learning to talk and so naturally tries to copy every word she hears. So while she's around you can't say any word which is considered to be illegal for kids.

My nephew considers talking to any person I am talking to over the phone as part of good manners. He has nothing to say, absolutely nothing, so he keeps on repeating the same thing over and over again.

With my new semester already begun, I don't know how I'll be able to study, complete the assignments (I already have two of them) and how in God's name would I be able to complete four projects. It was impossible, even without the kids, but it has become more impossible (is there an actual word for more impossible?) with kids around. I naturally can't call my friends to my place for studying, it would be rude to go to their homes every time, and university….well there are many activities going on there besides studies (for one you can have free internet hours, and café is not so far).

The people who've searched on net many times would know how difficult it can be sometimes to get what you want. And once after surfing the net for half-an-hour I came up with some relevant material, when my niece pressed with her elbow some unknown combination of keys and got me back to a previous page (the key wasn't backspace, I assure you that). In all this fuss about my work being ruined, I forgot that there is a forward-button too at the top if you look closely.

Whenever I sit to study my nephew would come and ask me to give him a star on his hand. Or my niece would come and inquire innocently "Yeh ka hai? Abcd hai?" ("What is this? Abcd?"). The sweetness of her voice would tempt anyone to leave their homework and start talking to her; after all she is not going to stay one-year old.

Studying is not an option, this you must've understood till now, but so is watching television. It seems like we only have cartoon-network tuned on our tv. I have to watch Superman (the cartoon) while a much decent version named 'Smallville' is coming on another channel.

But you know what, it's still fun having kids in your house. Playing with these angelic beings and answering their innocent questions makes up for the number of times they bug you. Their sweet smile would make you forget all worries and tensions. It's good to be greeted like royalty every time you enter the house. My nephew wouldn't let me step in until he asks all his routine questions and then comments "Nice bag, Khala", "Nice watch, Khala" and then promising me that he would buy me a new one provided that it's not too expensive. God knows how his two year old mind came up with that theory when for him 10 rupees is more than enough to buy milk, chocolate, chips and biscuits.

I wouldn't trade my time spent with them for the world.

Tag: 6 weird things about me

Tag:

6 weird habits/things about yourself

Rules:

The initial player of this “game” starts with the topic “6 weird habits/things about yourself” and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names.)


1. Often I sleep too much and still feel sleepy the entire day. At other times I sleep a bit little then usual and still feel wide awake during the day.

2. I like buying books. I simply LOVE collecting books. And if it were up to me any book that enters my house would never leave, even if I don't read the book, even if I hate it, I like to keep it. Even if I have read a book a lot of times, have learnt it by heart (this though has never happened) I would still not want to give it away. Although I am capable of reading ebooks (as long as they are novels, for course books I need to mark every line I read with a pencil, so that when I open the book again I know that I have read it even though I don't remember), I still like buying hard-copies. And even more crazed about buying original versions of books. But I don't buy many books (original or pirated) because of the sky high prices.

3. I get angry toooo easily. And my anger is unpredictable. Sometimes it will be thought that this would really infuriate me and I would stay cool on that. And sometimes I'll be mad like anything on a very very small thing. But I have categories of people to be angry on. And this way, it's my friends who always find themselves the target of my rage, even if they haven't done anything wrong.

4. I talk just tooo much. And anyone can get me started. I can talk for one complete hour without getting much of a response from the other person. One of my friends, who happens to be the first person I made friends with in uni, had this as my first impression "God, she can talk faster than me..." :P :P. She too is very talkative. And it was because of this trait that we became and remained friends after many ups and downs in the relationship.

5. I love being in a crowd. And yet when I have more friends around, I talk less and listen more. Don't know why that happens. I am talkative when I am with just one person, but if you want me to stay quiet make me sit amongst 10 people.

6. I like being different. There are only a few people whose choices are same as mine. Every girl I know loves black, every guy I know has nothing against black either. And I, I don't even consider it a color. I have never worn black except for one time and that was because we were celebrating "Black Day" at Uni.. Yes university, not montessori :P. And there are a lot of such examples through which it can be proved that I indeed am a bit different than others (but then everyone is in some way). The thing is I like being different, don't know why.

Plus, I am supposed to write 6 weird things about me, and there are two people in this world who call me WEIRD. But I still don't know what exactly they found weird about me. So I just jotted down things that I think are weird about me.


I Tagged: I don't think I know six bloggers to be tagged.. But let's go ahead with the ones I know...

Rabbzz, Azeem, Madoo, What happens in London, Hinstance, Ammad

The first project

It has again been a long long time since I posted something on this blog. And though reading this post will be a complete wastage of time, writing it won't. :)

So it has been seven months since I joined my first job, and finally in January we went Live with three products for the same client, and one of these products was the one I was working on since I joined. 18th of January to be exact. Yup, it was a SUNDAY!!!!

I have been working for the same client, and two versions of the same product. One version was already LIVE and I only had to do maintenance, deal with any issues that arise and stuff like that. The second version was developing an entire module, a new functionality our clients wanted.

Developing wasn't the hard part. The hard part was testing it. I have always hated testing and I am not good at it.

We had already gotten the clients to approve a static version of the new module. And we developed it, tested it on the client side and deployed it. But they wanted a lot of changes in it. So it was going through the process again. Develop the module, test it on the client side and deploy.
Second time around it wasn't just the testing I had to worry about. My finals were starting from the next day and as usual I hadn't prepared at all. Who prepares before you really have to???? (Don't answer that!)
So anyways, my supervisor took over the project for the time I wasn't around. And when I came back after giving my last paper. It was the same cycle again. And it was worst than ever. The clients had started complaining, demanding changes on every single page and still complaining. This was the most worst part. Had to listen to a lot of things. Days spent feeling low about myself and had no one to discuss it with. Each day when I reached home it was too late to call up any of my friends, SMS doesn't convey the feelings too well. And along with that my results were coming out. One of teachers had an actual meeting with me, scolding me on why was my performance going down the lane. And all this time work had to continue. And for the third time the cycle - develop, test and deploy was executed.

Meanwhile plans for Sunday (The Launch Day) were being made. Some of my colleagues who were working on two different products were supposed to spend entire Saturday night at the client side. I was supposed to come on Sunday at 8 A.M., while my supervisors were to reach by 6 Sunday morning.

Finally Sunday came. We went Live with all three products. With a very funny incident in between, for which there were high chances that I'll be scolded like anything, but my boss somehow decided to pass on that. I was going very low on my confidence level, and didn't want to launch the product just yet, while my boss was saying "Ab Live kar detay hain". I continued saying, "No, we should test that again." At first, he listened to me, but then at some point in time he realized that it's useless and that I'll never be satisfied so he decided to go live with it.

This wasn't the end though. The next week was spent monitoring, and dealing with issues. What made things worst was that people from other, more complex products were done with monitoring in just one day. And only I was left. Being this my first project, I was more nervous. Things like "Mera hee kaam khatam nahi ho raha.. pheli dafa mein sahi se kyun nahi ho gaya tha" etc. kept running through my mind.

But anyways, it all ended. A lot of people helped in getting this project complete. Supporting whenever necessary, boosting my confidence level when needed. Saying stuff like "Pareshan honay kee baat nahi hai". Also saw different sides of people and realized you don't have to take everyone on their word.

It was overall a very good and learning experience.
And the thing is I am finally done with the development and launch of my first ever Professional Project. Hurrahhhh!!!:D :D