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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:













Moving Wheels


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The tyre is admiring every dirt it has to embrace and thus contributes a lot to my journey. 'CEAT' is the brand, the tag it is so proud to have. So proud that it doesn't cares for the lives of some creatures crossing the road. But, the controller (that's me) is equally responsible for the dirty work that is not noticed ever on a ride. What he cares for, is how deep he feels the slaps of air on his cheeks.


To go on a ride to Rihand Dam is always a fun and to do that secretly adds more to your happiness (but do take care of the petrol level in the tank). Since most of the time beseeching Paa for a long bike ride drops me in trouble (the rebukes that my ears have to swallow), its better I take some tough decisions on my pleadings. So, maintaining the decorum of my pleadings I took my father's bike without his permission (don't frown on that, it's my 3rd time). By spending Rs 50 for bike's food I settled my mind's worries of maintaining the petrol level when I park it back in garage. Black jacket, blue jeans, 'action' shoes was enough to carry on my body. So all set, I gave my longing a shot and with keys in my hand, told Maa that I am going to library (a constituent of hindalco's assets).


Thus, accelerator in my right palm and foot on gear lever, my bottom rests happily on black seat of my father's Hero Honda CD100ss (note "my father's", mine still to come, maybe after 2 years...) and my eyes enjoying the movement of tyres. To ride fast is to feel the real thrill but to ride slow will gift real details of nature around you. Hence, I kept shuffling speedometer's needle to enjoy both. Procuring my DL in summer vacation was a nice decision as it keeps my heart elated when police officials give suspicious looks at certain checkpoints. The roads to the dam has got many curves which allows you to test your driving skills (maybe a little bit) often. Moreover, it does gifts you straight paths to feel the SPEED amidst danger boards yelling at corners "STEEP CURVE AHEAD. GO SLOW!” But I was disappointed to see the closed gates of the dam. Last time, when around 4 of them were opened, the place gathered lots of local tourists for the scene. I was also a part of it and I remember standing in front of Bajaj Super with Paa holding the ride controls of the scooter. However, now I stand all alone near the fence, watching the cold water making its way & caressing the bottom of small ridges near the shore. The moving air, so cold, reminds me of my mother's warning: "Your cap should be on head or else you'll count each slap for each of your sneezes!” (haaa... the same old one). Sun is upright and 'time to return' signal from my watch. Sometimes to be just by your lonesome is delightful.


(No more sentiments) The return trip will mainly keep you climbing a steady sheer cliff with big loaded trucks, coming in your way, hampering the ride delight. But I broke the rules, of taking bike from home, to give meaning to one phrase: "RACING DNA UNLEASHED"; so with a little more twist on the throttle I justified the 3 words (although I am riding CD100ss...) Way back to home I paid attention to NCHS (my first school, studied their till 5th grade) which was followed by ABPS (the last study centre, of mine, in Renukoot).


All right! I do agree that Renukoot lacks good shopping cum entertainment structures (an important city parameter) but that is to be felt proud of. The people show off their profiles 'within limits' (especially the girls), society still keeps the religion related myths alive, no stage for criminals to perform some dirty shows, school students (well and 'full' dressed) only focus on studies (co-curricular activities included), pollution devil remains hidden (mostly) and less overhead transmission lines- sky is free to fly colourful kites :).


Returned to garage, engine switched off, dirt removed and tank well polished- phewww... my apathy is happy now. 
"Son, you took a long time today in library..." (Father’s eyes on me) "Emmm... was ruminating on an article in TIME magazine, really...it was interesting. A flashback of the decade- a nice issue to read." my wise reply (I did feel some wisdom inside me after saying that). The wide eyes back on TV as I hurried in the bedroom to roost a little.







It's Holiday Time...


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(hmmm... well don't expect this one a literature work, it's something I wrote in willy-nilly. I hope you will not leave it unread)


"And there goes my F-16 puking a missile at a pak chopper..." then- "shoooooooooon... (What? it’s the noise of the air gushing thru my jet's wings) Oh no! I am hit, I am hit! Mayday! Mayday! O God Dam hit!"


Waa what a dream to complete my night course but sorry for not mentioning the end. Well for that you should ask my mother cos when I woke up I found Maa tapping my head as the wall-clock was reading almost 8:00 am (so I did not crash-that points to a soothing end). Shit! I really hate to wake up late in the morning but that bright star (the sun) laughs daily at me, smirking at the scolding I am gifted with often. But then I doubt, as to what makes it vital for me to open my eyes so early or, in brief, why should I be concerned about that bright star's grin at all? Hmmm... As usual Maa was a better option to ask for an answer (instead of disturbing my mind). Ahhh... and guess what Maa said to it: "because you should adopt good habits dear...” Now what kind of reason is 'GOOD HABITS'? All those that hostel life sucks out of me, more or less like a 'dementor', or those that I crushed after finding myself free from 'life after class 12' preparations? Obviously I did not reveal my mind thoughts in front of Maa. (You can say: to save my tasty breakfast :D)


So, finally I decided to turn over a new leaf (I can't bear the unhealthy lifestyle as a mentor during my holidays). Getting up at 6:00 am is a better option to hold, to run a little in dense fog, to watch a cow caressing her child, to hear early chanting of mantras in nearby temples and yes-to give a bright smile to the rising sun :). And the harsh part is to face the truth: going to attend college from 2nd Jan, going to surrender my soul to a lazy life again, and going to nurture the counter-GOOD HABITS soon.
IF YOU CAN DREAM...


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