Archive for June 2011

What a Gadget says...


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 (Flashback) Drowned in a trance I can feel the bliss around me. Room’s fan not working in the scorching heat and yet my testy profile is calm. Eyes are closed but the darkness is eloquent to delineate my need. Fingers tapping as fast as they can and eyes frozen in amazement for the picture in front; or my ears diluted with the jazz, rock, pop and other music flavours- it’s all part of the dream I used to see then and there.
                         Well the trance was located on a wooden chair, to be precise, inside my mind. And although the sun-torture period had passed, the sweat capable heat was still reluctant to leave Allahabad. I can remember those moments in which I left myself for my assortment of dreams inside the hostel room. Jealous enough of all those around me but still with a controlled temperament, I never uttered about it to them. My friends had brought a teenager’s most awaited gadget of life- their new laptops, all equipped with stylish colours and boasting specs. The rounds that I used to take in the corridors were skilled enough to poke me hard in my stomach as I used to watch them busy with their cool gadgets. “Sigh!” was all that I puked in those days. But the desire, the dream was still alive and all dancing in front of me every second. (Flashback)

The nostalgia is still so fresh that I had to mention about it before proceeding into the realms of the underlined topic. I never had a gadget since my childhood days of my own. The first one that came to our home was a mobile phone- Nokia 2600. It was a lot cool for me to play with but not cool enough to have my attention for long. Finally when I stepped in the college I was able to emerge from the disciplined confines of a school and it was then I was the owner of my first gadget- Nokia 3110c (...still in love with me). But the changes tuning my lifestyle were bold enough to make me yearn for my next one- a laptop. Needs??? Yes, there were numerous for going to the next one- starting with studies on the horizon and 3D games in the sky the list is still being fed in the present. My father was appeasing enough to fulfil my longings but I wanted to make this one special. He offered me to buy one during the 1st year but everything you get just for granted doesn’t fulfil your lust, isn’t it? I picked the ‘road less travelled’ method and decided to study hard enough to procure the merit scholarship to buy one myself. The farrago of thoughts were deep enough to shatter my faith in the course of preparation but still I kept  working on the posts and the pillars of my dream.

The results were out and my hard work paid off for me. Frayed enough by the time of preparation my mind was now ready to live in leisure. “Yes I am gonna be an owner of my first lappi J”- smile were all the way on my face then. The number of competitors had grown considerably and as a result there stood a pronounced gap between performance and style. With branded names laid huge price tags rendering only doubts and little sorrow for picking the right choice. Simplicity at its best and descriptive tersely-“Beautifully Intelligent” was sure enough my taste during the tech search although to find one falling in the row was tough. You can’t just pick any rank in the chosen price line; you’ll surely seek all the gaps to look for the one that makes you say “awesomeness redefinedJ”.

I won’t blurt but my enigma did receive shock when I heard about the new ranges of Dell Inspiron Laptops. They had updated the looks a little earlier by that time but the new update luckily came quite fast and worthy enough to develop love for. It was like a resonating image of mine whispering in my ears “Improve yourself in every way you can, never imagining that their lives a hindrance” and its reflection I found in the new Dell Ispiron series. So it blocked my search and got me released from the tiring doubts. Finally a call was made and in a week I saw myself as a proud owner of Dell Inspiron N4010. It’s not at all boastful but yet rendering all and everything I want. Be it writing my   E-diary entries or testing new linux distros; from acting as a US soldier in COD- Black Ops to chatting for numerous hours on online social network- the gadget is now a part of my life. The thoughts that lure my imagination now can be tested with it, the art that fanaticises my rough paper now find enough room to rest peacefully with Photoshop. Now I have my lappi and it lives with my traits. Going for the black colour is questionable but being simple is lot more inspiring, isn’t it? And that suffices enough my choice J



Baahhh L but the new upgrade that has been done in the looks is lot more erratic to drool on. It will surely coerce one’s sanity if he/she thinks of another brand in the same range. Yes I do envy anyone holding it, for now the simplicity of black colour has been superseded with hope to progress forward. And change is always better to go for, as they say                       Experience Change; after all to live happily with your own gadget is an unguarded moment to be in. In life their lies scales of interests one wanna pursue and it’s a gadget, most of the time, of them that helps to embrace the same. Everyone sees a big picture and wants to make it even bigger and I am not devoid of the same. ‘My Lappi’ makes me belief that the big-change is easy to go for, that I will be the movement one day and not a mere moving person.


I wrote in such a long length for this is how I remember my lappi when I am away from it. Go on and look deep for your love in your gadget. The above blogpost is to decribe Change IS Easy, a contest by IndiBlogger. Here’s the link if you think we share the same logo on our laptops:













The Result


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(I puked all of this as soon as I got to know that my end semester result is waiting to ruin the ‘Happy Ending’ of my summer vacation. This word is so brutal that it even shatters your dreams into pieces during your sleep. I had to write all about it to relax myself. Is giving an exam not more than enough to test one’s altruistic features? I have to shatter every enjoyment that I can have before exam starts and now this result thing will tell the world how good I am. Why don’t they just promote everyone to the next stage of the game? I dream of curses and only curses for whosoever claimed this examination system in our studies. L )



It is always like an anvil dropped on your head, no mercy done in the punishment, you have to pay for whatever you have done so far. The only thing you are left with is PANIC, the never ending ‘agent of chaos’ that sucks away every space that the forthcoming heart beat was supposed to have L. Within a second the future is right in front of you- making your mind foresee every disaster that may happen in the unknowing happenings. A mere mention of this word drops you on the edge of the journey of  your life standing where you try to measure the depth of the fall that might stand as an option in the near future. Optimism loses its strength to retain the calmness within your heart and all you are left with is pessimistic blood which you pump in your veins.


The period starts since the childhood days when you are first told about it this word in a middle-school class. You may not give it even a penny-like thought then-and-there but deep inside your mind it starts to reshape with concrete roots. The hands of the clock ticks away and you enter in the reality-market where every shop demands for only one valuable thing of yours- 'RESULTS' before you are gifted with any sweets to relish. And then you are first acquainted with the word- PANIC. Even though your hands reunite now & then before your favorite God, that word would continue to consume yours left-over happy emotions. Sitting in a corner you'll count your mistakes:

                       

                          How many hours did I spend in watching T.V???
                          How many times did I organise a bunk???
                          How many hours did I on games???
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 the length of the list doesn’t matter for you then and every breath is spend to demand for some praiseworthy after effects from God.



In India the first educational twist occurs during one's tenth board exams. You will almost plunge on hearing that result is about to be unveiled. For you it will be like the opening of your secret trunk bringing in picture the hidden realities of yours' in front of the so called competitive world. Your gully centuries will be questioned, which once made you proud as a cricketer. "Phewww" is the word that will surely be uttered when you enter successfully in the senior secondary hall (ready to face 11th and 12th class).


PCM and commerce are the traits to wear on thereafter, and no casuals  :( would be left to continue with. You will be forced to swallow the truth that they are now past. Heavy chains of hours of studies will be part of your daily life to carry with. You don't want to hold any contentions with your loved ones and so would continue to be a supporter of the followed social custom. Gleaming eyes within the house will grease your hard work for long time. In the end of this phase you'll meet the directors of your 'Life Movie'- The most renowned ones better known as COMPETITIVE EXAMS. But before you are signed for a good movie it's the Senior Secondary Hall where you have to stand as a protagonist amongst other actors. Hooting will be a part of the play; your loved ones will shout "Bravo! Bravo!" and you'll anyhow hold your feet firmly to the ground. It'll be the peak time where the word RESULT would even decide whether you will continue to breathe or not. Unfortunately as the play ends, some drops of bloods do fall on the stage (the suicides that several low lives commit after the announcement). Audience would be astonished to see that and the directors too but in the end "IT HAPPENS" is what they'll say.


The stars have been chosen and their names have been filed in the star cast list of some great movies like IIT, AIEEE, PMT, DU etc. etc. But still the devil word RESULT, as for me, remains attached with them. The spectators want a great show from all of them and it is this word RESULT that tells about their performance. Some actors enjoy the course and some continue to suffer. The only dream the latter group has- "My day will come....my day will come...."

So do drop in some comments about how you feel when you come to know that your RESULTS are gonna be declared??? I hope you don’t flinch as I do J




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