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| Object Counter Fills The Gap | |
| By remoh | ||||||||||||||||||
| 22 August 2007 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Object Counter fills thegap “There you go” A.J said when he tightened the last screw of my mini project. He was there to give the project the outlook of an electronic device. There lay in front of us the device which I began to make two months back. It was called the ‘Object Counter’. As the name suggested it counts objects moving in a given direction. Doing this mini project was a major part in my curriculum. Mini project lab exam was two weeks later and I felt relieved that the project was finally complete. First I did the circuit in a breadboard to check whether the output was obtainable. Then I had to do the circuit in a printed circuit board. For this I decided to seek the help of professionals. After completing the P.C.B I had to put it in a metallic case. By this time A.J had completed his project and as he was very good at this kind of work I asked him to help me out. After four hours the P.C.B was inside the case. We gave the supply one more time to check the working. The digital display showed the count. “It’s officially done…” A.J disconnected the project. “Thanks man…” “Don't mention it....so, when will your parents come back?” “Tomorrow morning.” “Your grandpa is coming with them right?" “Yeah He will be here for a while…Sadly…” “Oh…Come on…After all the man is your grandfather…give respect” “Well, that’s the problem…that’s all there to our relationship…respect! He thinks he is still in the army. He is so strict. I think my dad is still scared of him.” “You are exaggerating now.” “I wish I was exaggerating. He is so formal. Treats me like an object, not a person.” ********************************************* Twenty four hours later I found myself sitting with my grandfather watching T.V.Mom was cooking something in the kitchen. Dad was in the office. There was silence for at least an hour now. He was watching the news channel and he didn’t like anybody disturbing him while doing it. Now I could go and do something on the computer but there were strict orders from my mother to give Grandpa company. But the man didn’t like company! I decided to break the silence. “Grandpa, can I have the remote?” “I am watching the news Sanith. “ The words put a chill on my spine. “…Ok…well…There is a cricket match today…I thought we could…” “Cricket match, really? You like cricket…?” (Yes! I think there is an opportunity for a conversation here.) “Yes I do. My favorite sport actually.” “I hate that game and I am very displeased to here that my grandson is interested in such a horrible game. It takes almost a day to complete. People don’t go to work and stays home to see the game. It’s making people lazy. It’s tearing my country apart. A country for which I gave my heart and soul. How could you like such a game?” “Well…I…I…don’t’… I …” “Answer like a man Sanith. You are 20 for heaven’s sake.” “….I….I….. Can I go to the kitchen to get some water?” “Go ahead. And I don’t want any more cricket talk. You got it?” “Sir Yes Sir” My mind screamed these words while my tongue was so scared that it produced a noise somewhat similar to this: “Yeyorrghhh…” I literally ran to the kitchen. “Mom, I can’t take this any more.” “What?” “Grandpa! He is so….so scary” “Sanu…mind your tongue” “Mind my tongue! Mind my tongue?!!! Mom, I am glad that I can even speak.” “Oh come on he is not that bad…Go back and watch T.V with him.” “I was trying to give him company all this time. I tried to talk about cricket and…” “Sanu!!! Don’t you know that he hates cricket?” “How about football?” “He doen't like it." “Movies?” “I doubt if he has seen any movies.” “I am out. It’s a known fact that I can make successful conversations ONLY when they are based on sports or movies.” “Sanu …” “I know…I will go back. But…was he always like this?” “Well he was always strict to your father. But he was also fun loving and jovial. During our early days of marriage grandma, I, grandpa and your father were like friends. Then your Grandma died and…he became lonely...you know..." “I....I will go back.” ************************************************** “Hello” “Hi brother”A.J was on the phone. “What’s up?” “Our lab examination has been postponed.” “Project lab?” “Yes” “Hallelujah! I was really worried about how to study the whole stuff in such a little time.” “Ok then brother …” “Bye” When I disconnected the phone I saw Grandpa’s eyes fixed on me. “What project?” “My mini project…for college. “ “What is your project called?” “Object counter.” “Show me.” I took the project out and gave it power supply. The device was working properly. I couldn’t really tell whether Grandpa was impressed or not. “So how does it work?” “Well…Ahem…The key to this project is three LDRs…I mean light detecting resistors. When an object moves in front of these LDRs light falling on them is obstructed. This changes their respective resistance values which in turn increases the voltage sequentially. So eventually this change in voltage causes…” “Stop…I am not really in to electronics.” (Oh Man! Here we go again!) “But I am impressed with what you have done…” “Really?” I was shocked at this remark. “Your Grandma liked electronics a lot. She used to make these small pocket radios and stuff. Maybe you got her genes.” “Yeah …May be I did…” Two hours later I found myself laughing at a 1960s army joke and I saw my mother peeking at us with a smiling face.
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