Someone has told “when you have 10 best friend, you don’t need anything…” absolutly truth. People often remember god in tough time and in happy time. I think about friends… and god at those moment. That’s why I make long call, cry, try (to overcome), laugh and sometime irritate you guys. Many of you complain my habit. But, the truth is true. You guys are like god, and god also god for me. I am not selfish guy by nature, I would love to accompany you guys too…. for sure. So, guys don’t take other ways….

Read an article about miss call in yesterday’s Koseli (Saturday special copy of Kantipur Daily). It was very general topic that happens in every day life. I still prefer further classify miss call – intentional and unintentional. Sometime your call turn into miss call and sometime you turn it miss call. Some people look chance to receive miss call, not to talk but just to reduce balance of caller. It’s a fun game between friends. And sometime your hundreds of call turn into miss call, receiver never wants to receive, that’s not to save your balance but …. (u can better fill this blank).

The word ‘miss’ - I miss flight – so sad, miss call – read above mention paper for full meaning, I miss you – so loving. Guys, change m to M and add girl’s name after word – Miss Richa, Miss Monica so on that defiantly excite you…… haha. A panic of missing someone, excitement of Miss … (fill this blank), missed train or miss call, whatever, when it comes in mind, it defiantly doesn’t let you sit. It’s the time how, and when a miss calls happen. Do you think it matches with life? Sometime you miss which you don’t want and sometime you miss which you want. But difference is once it missed, no callback, it’s missed.

It was year before, our office as located in Ace Apartment, Naxal. I posted blog (Unfortunately, I missed that post. If I recover, I’ll post back again) in my home page. It was expression about how a man can dive into imaginary feeling and get separated from world which is build to feel the best.

Working most of night, early 7 AM was still tiring. I walked out for coffee to way of Mike’s Breakfast. It was rain outside. Story begins this way. But however, whatever happened, that was most beautiful moment in my life. I believe that everybody will face once in while - in season when flower blossom, or in day like mine, in moment u filled joy and excitement.

That time I used to write code for an application, CASTA (casino). Now CASTA has become pretty huge application so as its name changed from CASINO to CASTA. Many features been ended and same time a new has been started - module, architecture and most of function changed. Many people have worked on it, and I know it will be impossible to understand CASTA to those developers who left in between.

Every end is start of new beginning. I have experienced it, CASTA is good example. Time isn’t always same. You see, I have missed rain this season. I don’t work late night in office and Mike Breakfast is very far from my office. We have shifted office location. Change happened and it forces to leave many things and same time connects with many new. CASTA has changed so much, now we use XML/XPath. It requires adaptation to live life with new things, that’s most challenging factor and to fail is to remain back.

(This blog will have lesser meaning, if not understand my last year’s blog.)