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Building urWeb

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A no nonsense web browser, urWeb is being made by me to suit the needs of the majority of internet users. Browse the web the way you want. Make it simple, fast , stylish and enjoyable. I am designing it to give you maximum screen real estate. Some of the unique features are as follows : -

  • Maximum screen real estate, even caption buttons (minimize, maximize, close) can be hidden!
  • Rename your bowser. It is your browser after all. You can name it <your name> if you don’t want the default name ‘urWeb’. You can surprise your friends that way!
  • Block ads by default, speed sets and the like
  • Add features you like, just send me a mail and I’ll try to work it out, else, you can add a feature to it yourself.
  • You can be a part of the development team, anytime(even after init. dev work is done)

I’ll put up a sample screenshot here, it is naked, I admit but it will build itself up real soon. I’ll also host it on sourceforge.net in a few days so that you can see the source code from time to time.

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Yes the buttons on the right still are nude. But they are dressing now. The caption buttons are auto hidden. So wish me luck.

Thanks,

Sarthak Ganguly

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