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December 2, 2015

PDF download some wonderful books on C/C++

1. PDF download programming language ANSI C by Dennis Ritchie :

3.  Programming in ANSI C by Balagurusamy PDF Download 5th Edition

6. How to think like a computer scientist? :

PDF download programming language ANSI C by Dennis Ritchie

Programming in ANSI C by Balagurusamy PDF Download 5th Edition

​there are hundreds of fake links on web regarding this book.

but, though this is ​5th edition, old one. yet you can read it.

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September 25, 2014

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February 4, 2014

A Simple Resignation Letter Sample

February 03, 2011.

Head of HRM
Human Resource Management Division.
ABCD Limited, Dhaka.

Attention: Mr. P, HRM Division.

Subject: Application for resignation.

I would like to inform you that I have been working in ABCD Limited since January 05, 2010 as Officer in Information Technology division.  I have worked in different teams for ensuring smooth services of our organization. During the time of my service, I have learned and experienced many things that has helped me to develop my professional and personal skills. Due to some personal reasons, I have decided to resign from ABCD Limited. My last day of service will be February 13, 2011.

I pray and hope that you will accept my resignation and wish me a good life.



My Name
Officer, IT Division, ABCD Limited.
Mobile: 0100 00 00 00

June 24, 2013

Ode to a Nightingale :: John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
    But being too happy in thine happiness, -
        That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
                In some melodious plot
    Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
        Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
    Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
    Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
    Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
        With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
                And purple-stained mouth;
    That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
        And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
    What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
    Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
    Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
        Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
                And leaden-eyed despairs,
    Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
        Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
    Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
    Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
    And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
        Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
                But here there is no light,
    Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
        Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
    Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
    Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
    White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
        Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
                And mid-May's eldest child,
    The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
        The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
    I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
    To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
    To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
        While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
                In such an ecstasy!
    Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -
        To thy high requiem become a sod.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
    No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
    In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
    Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
        She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
                The same that oft-times hath
    Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
        Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
    To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
    As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
    Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
        Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
                In the next valley-glades:
    Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
        Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

July 16, 2012

The Amazing Khan Academy Videos Altogether

The Khan Academy was a surprise to the knowledge-lovers of all around the globe. KHAN ACADEMY turned to the friend of all preliminary  learners of any subject. there is Khan Academy Bangla where dubbed videos in Bangla are found.

Here is a link for Khan Academy on a Stick  to find all videos altogether

June 1, 2012

The Paradox of Our Times -- Dalai Lama


Is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers
Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints
We spend more, but we have less.

We have bigger houses, but smaller families
More conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees, but less sense
More knowledge, but less judgement
More experts, but more problems
More medicines, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often
We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life.
We have added years to life, but not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We have conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul.
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We've higher incomes, but lower morals.
We've become long on quantity but short on quality.

These are the times of tall men, and short character;
Steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare,
More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is a time when there is much in the show window, and nothing in the stockroom.

A time when technology can bring this letter to you,

And a time when you can choose,

Either to make a difference .... or just hit, delete.

- His Holiness the Dalai Lama

 I have taken from this link .

April 16, 2012

blogger header images

I have got a nice website for header design of blogger. liked this :-)

March 3, 2012

Success Is Not Always What You See

Photo Courtesy: facebook fan page

Be Creative Have Fun!! Draw Stickman

A wonderful site for few minutes. 
Draw a stickman, play and have fun! :)

Check this link to draw a stickman and have fun!

December 7, 2011

Search for Love? :P

Are you searching for LOVE?
Go to and search the following line:

 (sqrt(cos(x))*cos(100 x)+sqrt(abs(x))-0.7)*(4-x*x)^0.01 

enter search button.
I hope you will find love :P

September 27, 2011

how to create a php website template from scratch

i found this link interesting, will check later