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Worked on netBeans. Liked it.

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Anonymous said…
Cool! Working on it as a part of your work or just personal interest? and 4.1 or 5.0?
Deepanjan said…
NetBeans IDE + JDK 5.0 Update 6

I'm working on it because of personal interest...though I'm hoping it'll soon translate into professional work. But the shores of Utopia recede each time I try to move towards it.
Anonymous said…
Someday Deep, someday...
Glad to know you're enjoying it. I wish my Comp Sc Prof had taught us both Java and C++ in the first year. Too late now. Think I could teach myself Java based on my C++ knowledge (which itself is pretty rusty)?
Deepanjan said…
What makes Java so endearing to me is its promixity to Open Source.
Anonymous said…
Ya its reaaly great if ur system supports it , otherwise it's hell
Deepanjan said…
Both SAP and Microsoft see Open Source as a serious but flawed threat.
I believe the IT industry is way too immature to take advantage of Open Source. Proprietary technology works best under such conditions. However, as the industry matures and becomes all-pervasive, Open Source will take over.
Anonymous said…
Kudos to open source!
And yes....that really is me. What do you think...honestly?
Deepanjan said…
I don't like it, Zoya.
I miss Zoya-the blondie!
Anonymous said…
Hmmm well once my scalp heals from all the torture, maybe I'll dye it blonde again
Deepanjan said…
I wish you a speedy recovery!

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