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I signed up for a Yahoo! and a Hotmail account in 1999. I have the Hotmail account under my control but I forgot my password for Yahoo!

I have

  • tried all permutations and combinations to retrieve the password with their “Forgot Password” without success
  • tried calling them up without success
  • tried mailing them many times without success

Well, the thing is that I usually get all accounts/IDs on the internet with my name as my name is a not-so-common name. I would really like to yet my own Yahoo! account with my name. And yes, that account is mine and is now dormant due to inactivity.

I would like to request anybody to try and get me that by any means – hack, crack or anything.
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Escaped from a deadly accident

My brother, Benao was driving the car wherein me, Arindam and my cousin, Linda were returning from Pune on the Pune-Mumbai Expressway on that fateful night of 8th of February, 2006. Along the way on one stretch of the ExpressWay, we saw a huge truck lying on its side and about 5 minutes ahead of it the road followed a concave curve along which he had maneuvered very well just to find that an iron rod have strayed on the right side of the road. Well, instead of doing a sharp turn at 120 km/hr, he slowed down and went over it allowing it to hit the right wheel which eventually saved us an accident by sacrificing the right wheel rubber. While we stood guard at the road’s shoulder for incoming vehicles, he quickly changed to the back-up tyre in about 15 minutes and returned home safely.

I have always trusted him with driving most vehicle and is very good at it. I am pretty sure it was his quick judgement that save us a tragedy. His love for vehicles have drove him to drive cars, jeeps and even trucks at a much early age of his life (well before he was even legal to drive). I can recollect the facts that all the family, my uncles and relatives have trusted him to drive any vehicle. I have even heard episodes, while around the tender age of 14-15 years, he have driven heavy road-rollers while one of our uncle was doing some contract work for road repairs.

Anyway, we went to Pune for an on-the-spurt-decision meeting with a company who wanted a high-end Rich-Media, Video-Enhanced Application to be powered by Flash Media Server and served through a Flash Interface. The whole project is clandestine yet and I won’t say anything more. I think I should be able to say something after 6 months from now.


I never realize the importance of ThanksGiving until I experience one myself. I really wanted to write this article on my personal blog but then to push it home, I am having it here as I am targetting more of the technical peoples to extend my virtual Thanks.

I am somewhere in South Pasadena for over a week, living with a family, dining every day with them, family shopping for clothes, vegetables and everything else in between, watching movies, mixing both business dinners with family/friend getting-to-know meetings. Experiencing Sushi yet again. I wasn’t that comfortable eating it during my last visit in June this year but now I am beginning to like it. I was surprised when the chief chef at Yoshida recognized me with a Hello, Long Time; No See. Tasted the foods at a Thai Temple (I have forgotten where it was). They have something called “Green Card Lottery”; yes, you can get Green Card through Lottery. Well, they say America is more about foods, merry-making, enjoyment, nice cars, vacations and all the other good stuffs and I am beginning to believe that. The weather in this part of the state is really cool, extremely nice and is really soothing to a person coming from the humid warm weather of Mumbai, India.

On this ThanksGiving day, the family had been frantically piling up cold drinks, preparing foods since early morning to entertain a good amount of guest. The meat balls are tasty, the smell of the huge Turkey had been tempting my taste-buds ever since it puffs out its first aroma.

I would really like to thank many people, the organizations from which I have learnt a lot, gained a lot. And here is sincere effort to list a few though not the full list which will rather be endless;

  • Mike Chambers
  • Edward Sullivan
  • Christine Lawson
  • Jessica Nguyen
  • Peldi Guilizzoni
  • Brian Lesser
  • Phillip Wittenbergh
  • Joey Lott
  • Darshan Sawardekar
  • Arindam Biswas

Brajeshwar on Flash 8 Credit Roll

Brajeshwar on Flash 8 Credit Roll

Am I usually the last one to know good things happening with Flash, specially with Flash 8? I saw the video of the Making of Flash 8 and I could see that I was nowhere to be seen in the scope. Ok, not a problem as I never knew they will use the footages for such a cool video.

But then, I saw Lord Alex on the Flash 8 credit roll. So, also, Jesse, Justin, Peter. Well, I then realized the pattern happening and I was thinking “Am I missing something?”. So, I looked at the Credit Roll more closely and I saw my name, Brajeshwar Oinam, along with some of the best Flash Developers in the world. This is cool!

Most of my other Flash Friends are on the Credit List too;
Guy Watson
More listings at IFBIN

Do you really want to locate my name in the Flash Credit Roll?
In Flash 8 (or later versions), open up the About Flash dialog box from the Help menu. Look at the Special Thanks – Our Families and Friends section after Technical Support and Beta Support > Corporate Honchos.

Thank You Macromedia

I will have to request them to correct my last name, it should be Oinam and not Onem. I should have checked the credit roll during the beta! Let me hope, it is corrected in Flash 9!
Btw, I have never looked so closely at the Flash Credit Roll before!

Scary Mandarin Nightmare

While I was talking to a friend, we agreed on a fact that Mandarin is the language spoken by the most populous country, China and that means lot of people.

I have been having a nightmarish dream off-on these days. The summary of the dream is something like this. I saw some important websites, like Amazon, Microsoft, Macromedia and many others of which I cannot recall properly. I even had a short dream of the same when I was up in the air on my way to Detroit for Powered by Detroit. In my dreams, I was surfing those websites, I saw many part of the english text being replaced by Asian characters, and I presume they are Chinese or may be even Mandarin. It saw something like, the text on this site will be replaced by “Chinese character here” or something like that. So, most text on most websites were replaced by Chinese characters and soon to be totally replaced.

Coupla days back, I read somewhere in the newspaper that English-Mandarine-Chinese speaking nannies are in demand in the US so that the kids will grow up knowing English and the language spoken by a huge population.

And I remember about a year back when a friend asked me after looking at my mails, “wow! you got spams in foreign language!”. I still get lotta spams in Chinese/Asian characters. And it seems to be growing this year.

I look up the internet for Mandarin and it is The official national standard spoken language of China, which is based on the principal dialect spoken in and around Beijing. Also called Guoyu, Putonghua.

My Father expired

My Father, Brojendro Oinam, expired on March 22, 2005. He was born on February 13, 1953. He is survived by his three sons and a daughter.

About a week back, I received calls from home that he was taken to a hospital and was in a bad shape. Later, I got further information that he was recuperating after couple of intermittent coma that overtook him. While I was still preparing to go down there, somewhere late in evening of March 22, 2005, his condition worsen suddenly and succumb to his illness.
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Rajasthan Desert Tour, Dimpi’s Marriage

At Jaisalmer, Rajasthan

I woke up from a slumber, I could feel the grinding feeling of the sands between my teeth, I open my eyes and saw sands around me. Three camels were there already grazing among the most minimal vegetation found on the vast desert. I scanned around myself and found that both of my friends were there too wasted, tired, lying there along with me on top of the sand dune. We discovered that we were all clad in pagri (head gear like the Punjabi Turban), complete with the traditional Rajasthani earings on each of our left ears. I realize we were in rush when we set out for the journey that we had to had our denims and shirts on instead of the Rajasthani wardrobe which we had really wished to dorn with. I re-shake and tried to remember the whole thing, read ahead for the whole story how I landed up riding a camel, camped on the sands, had food in the starlit night, woke up waiting for the sun to emerge from the sands.

Few days ago, Nov 26, 2004

I landed at the Jaipur Airport, Rajasthan and was picked up by my friend, Satyendra. Reached the RIICO Guest House, the air was already filled with the sounds, bells and whistles of the Marriage which was two days ahead. My other friend Kennajit was already there besides other friends. We three, the three of the five notorous gang during the Manipur Public School days re-unit after almost 10 years. Though the actual Marriage Ceremony of Amrita (Dimpi) Kshetrimayum and Saurab Gupta was on the 28th November, the usual Indian wedding goes on for days before and after the actual marriage and this was no exception. After getting to know the crowd, relatives, friends and everybody else better, we were ready to rest in bed, prepared for the Engagement Ceremony the other day.

A day before Marriage, Nov 27, 2004

Early in the morning when I woke up, an urgent urge was wriggling inside me and I realized I wanted to connect to the net, check mails and be online. Well, the PCMA GPRS was delayed despite my wish to get it before leaving for the City, neither my GPRS worked here. So, I have to find a Cyber Cafe and it took me about an hour to find one. They had “5 fast computers“, well they were right, the computers were fast but the internet connection was terribly slow. Went into their network and tried to check my mails but I gave up after almost an hour, looking at my Notebook’s screen make me realize that my Inbox is already pregnant with mails.

Got back to the Guest House, the marriage attendants, relatives and everybody else were busy, clad in colorful Indian dresses all over. Changed, mixed up with the people and then I realize that from our side (Bride), there are only a few people and everybody else was from the Groom side. And I with my friend ended up trying to arrange, manage many things, getting the guest to their right rooms, getting breakfast, lunch for the guest, seeing that things are delivered, finished, packed et al.

The afternoon sun dawn on us and the actual Ring Exchange ceremony was on, joined the team trying to get most moments of the event on my small digital camera (a Sony DSC-T1). The ceremony went on till late in the wee hour of the evening, templated with songs, dance, music, foods. The ceremony finally ended with a slide show of the Groom’s Family Pedigree (I like that concept). But the night was young and the starry sky was tempting us to stay on. Though most of the oldies have retired to bed, there were still many young people playing around the big lawn amid the Guest House. Joined them and talked about many things, with flash-back memories of young days flashing around. The night was cold but who cares, the warmth, the smiles, the giggles, the laughter of the tiny tots, youngs boys, young girls were all around us. Finally, retire to bed, tired but with a never give-up attitude.

Marriage Day, Nov 28, 2004

This was the big day for Satyendra’s sister, Amrita Kshetrimayum. She is getting married to Saurab Gupta of Jaipur (Rajasthan, INDIA). Jaipur is also popularly known as the Pink City. The day was another long day but a day filled with songs, music, dance. The groom side though is said to be on a more happier realm than the bride’s side. That day seemed to moved on fast, people around, with full attention on the Bride and the Groom. The tiring part was the actual mantra for the wedding, I went up to the guruji and had to even asked him how long will the whole event last.

Nov 29-30, 2004

With the bride finally at her home now, we set out to to explore Rajasthan, starting from Jaipur itself. Jaipur is indeed a nice town, not so fast but steady. There were lotta forts to be seen. One special place I like most was the Elephant ride on that day. It was my first Elephant ride and we all enjoyed it very much.

Dec 01, 2004

We decided to head towards Jodhpur and visit most of the tourist spots, more forts, palaces et al.

Dec 02, 2004

Jaisalmer was the better of the whole lot, it was the place of our much anticipated camel ride into the Desert, camp in the desert and return back riding the camel. We went out in the afternoon after visiting many places of Jaisalmer, towards the desert. Riding on the camel, we were already exhausted but in high spirit when we lay down on the sand dunes. Had our fire in front of the make-shift camp, had dinner in the dark and slept on the sands. Waited for the sun to rise, had breakfast and headed back to normal civilization around afternoon.

Flew back home to Mumabi on the 4th of December. And it is of no point mentioning the fact that there are more than 900+ blog spams tangled in my inbox along with other spams, mails and many messages waiting for me to look into.


Nightmares through the net

First, I am extremely sorry if I have hurt anybody online on web-forums or on mailing list, I never intended to hurt anyone but believe more in helping aspiring developers and designer alike in using Macromedia Technologies like Macromedia Flash, Flash Communication Server, Flash Remoting and Macromedia Central alike.

Couple of weeks ago, I started receiving comments on this blog which looked more like the usual spam which I read and brush it aside as just another spam but there was no site url or anything, so I am not sure of the spammers intention. I received quite similar ones but I kept that too as another spam and have forgotten about the same. A couple of days back, I received an e-mail which when I replied returned back with a mail-delivery failure. The sender quite pissed off with me or with the identity “Brajeshwar”, which I am trying to built more of my own identity than just my name. Without going much in details, I am afraid to say that there are some people with vested interest against me.

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