I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
Happy the man,and happy he alone, He,who can call today his own; He who,secure within,can say, Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
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For example, Netascape Navigator(and its sister browsers) is a bit lame when it comes to handling JavaScripts, an integral part of any J2EE based application.
Therefore, while developing a page, it is imperative to find the browser type, see if the code that you have written is supported by the browser, and if not, go for alternative approach for those browsers.
In this case, clearly, yahoo developers are a bit late in making available, IE specific new pages and I dont see how the blame can me put on IE for that...
But I wasn't playing the blame game at all. Just chronicled what I saw.