Always back up the data in your computer.
Always run a malware detection software, especially if you visit shady websites for that elusive episode of a tv show you were watching.
And when your virus filled malware ridden computer tells you that an attacker is trying to access your credit card details as you punch them in with gusto finally having decided on what to buy on flipkart, DONT PANIC.
Even if you do panic, do not delete about 50 gb of that movies and music collection you laboriously built up over 4 years in a minute.
Yup, you guessed it. I did all of those.
Serves me right for all those episodes of Game Of Thrones, Parenthood, Skins, and Girls I guess.
On that note, does anyone know where I can watch Skins season 6 (UK) online????
Blog a ton month!
Yes. I'm not kidding. Whatever form the post may be in, I solemnly declare that I will publish a post every day of the month for the month of June. Challenge accepted, you-know-who-you-are.
My first, post excuse the randomness, is um well, this?
There are some exciting stories, a sort of blast from the past per se, that I will be working on soon. I have also applied for an internship, and I hope that falls through.
Third year of engg finally ends! With just one more unexamy exam to go, I will be freeeee of college for an entire month during the course of which I hope to accomplish many many tasks!
I will end it on a cheery note!
Cheerio!
My first, post excuse the randomness, is um well, this?
There are some exciting stories, a sort of blast from the past per se, that I will be working on soon. I have also applied for an internship, and I hope that falls through.
Third year of engg finally ends! With just one more unexamy exam to go, I will be freeeee of college for an entire month during the course of which I hope to accomplish many many tasks!
I will end it on a cheery note!
Cheerio!
Ghosts That We Knew
But the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view
Just promise me we'll be alright
It feels strange to be typing here after so long. To write out a post that will be on my BLOG. I think somewhere down the line, I lost the interest to whine on a public platform. And those who read my blog would agree. Pretty much all I did was whine. Another friend says the blog became the friend, and my whines and outpours that generally went on here, were being lamented to said friend. But I miss writing. I missed the blog, and so here I am. A big shout-out to all the wonderful bloggers who I've been following who manage to keep theirs alive, and intriguing and write well thought out posts all the time.
I'm at that point in life where I'm excited about the future. I thought I'd decided what to do once and for all, and then new, and more challenging and avenues that suited me opened up. The only and biggest challenge here, is how I go about ensuring I get an entry into the above avenue. 20 years old, and already I feel so world weary. I suppose I am one of those "old-souls" that you keep hearing about.
I just finished reading The Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh. No book in recent memory captured my imagination so much. The writing, the characters, and the writing! It showed pure mastery of prose. It was highly evocative, and with such simple language too. I will go back to it many times.
Perhaps the real reason why I write, is that I am in the middle of my end semester exams. I have commemorated all except one set of sem exams on here, and this just felt like the right thing to do. Tomorrow, I will be tested about "Embedded and Real Time Systems", and right now, all I know of ERTS is that well, "Everything that is not a desktop comptuer is an embedded system"
19:26 p.m. and I am not at all in the frame of mind to force my brain to absorb more material which is utterly useless. Every exam is turning out to be the same, and I am returning to my "I will be happy if I pass" phase and utterly ignoring the fact that hard work and dedication are necessary for studying.
Whoa. I am quite rusty at this. I thought that I would get better, but alas, it didn't happen. Not in this post, anyway.
While I am getting rustier, there are friends who are becoming brilliant. Check this freeverse poem out by an ex-blogger, and now journalist, and apparently a very good poet; Rachaita.
Can't you all identify with that? I can, so much. Read more of her work here: http://literaryfreaktion.wordpress.com/
This post has no head, no tail, no meaning, whatsoever. I am going back to my old ways, after all!
See you around folks!
It feels strange to be typing here after so long. To write out a post that will be on my BLOG. I think somewhere down the line, I lost the interest to whine on a public platform. And those who read my blog would agree. Pretty much all I did was whine. Another friend says the blog became the friend, and my whines and outpours that generally went on here, were being lamented to said friend. But I miss writing. I missed the blog, and so here I am. A big shout-out to all the wonderful bloggers who I've been following who manage to keep theirs alive, and intriguing and write well thought out posts all the time.
I'm at that point in life where I'm excited about the future. I thought I'd decided what to do once and for all, and then new, and more challenging and avenues that suited me opened up. The only and biggest challenge here, is how I go about ensuring I get an entry into the above avenue. 20 years old, and already I feel so world weary. I suppose I am one of those "old-souls" that you keep hearing about.
I just finished reading The Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh. No book in recent memory captured my imagination so much. The writing, the characters, and the writing! It showed pure mastery of prose. It was highly evocative, and with such simple language too. I will go back to it many times.
…that unthinkable, adult truth: that need is not transitive, that one may need without oneself being needed.
You see, in our family we don't know whether we're coming or going - it's all my grandmother's fault. But, of course, the fault wasn't hers at all: it lay in language. Every language assumes a centrality, a fixed and settled point to go away from and come back to, and what my grandmother was looking for was a word for a journey which was not a coming or a going at all; a journey that was a search for precisely that fixed point which permits the proper use of verbs of movement.
Perhaps the real reason why I write, is that I am in the middle of my end semester exams. I have commemorated all except one set of sem exams on here, and this just felt like the right thing to do. Tomorrow, I will be tested about "Embedded and Real Time Systems", and right now, all I know of ERTS is that well, "Everything that is not a desktop comptuer is an embedded system"
19:26 p.m. and I am not at all in the frame of mind to force my brain to absorb more material which is utterly useless. Every exam is turning out to be the same, and I am returning to my "I will be happy if I pass" phase and utterly ignoring the fact that hard work and dedication are necessary for studying.
Whoa. I am quite rusty at this. I thought that I would get better, but alas, it didn't happen. Not in this post, anyway.
While I am getting rustier, there are friends who are becoming brilliant. Check this freeverse poem out by an ex-blogger, and now journalist, and apparently a very good poet; Rachaita.
STREETLAMP SERENADE
This dull heartache-
of which you’ll never know,
follows me around
wherever it is I go
the city wide; and I smile
at an imagined sight
a whim, a fanciful dream
awake, in broad daylight
I might have seen you today
that day, or the day before
these little tricks my mind play
keep leaving me baffled & sore
I don’t understand what makes it so difficult
to let your memory go
when that is all that you are to me-
A person I do not know.
Can't you all identify with that? I can, so much. Read more of her work here: http://literaryfreaktion.wordpress.com/
This post has no head, no tail, no meaning, whatsoever. I am going back to my old ways, after all!
See you around folks!
Liverpool vs. Man.U
As a result of a rather strange experiment/deal that I made with a friend, it so transpired that I watched the entireity of the Liverpool vs Manchester United EPL match that took place earlier.
First of all, what I know about football is this:
The basic rules
A few league clubs
The names of a few players
Everything that's there in an epic show called "Hungry Heart"
And that, for some reason, most guys go CRAZY about it.
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So, I kept a note of what I thought of the match as it progressed. Be warned, football fans will be seriously offended till the end of the first half. I was really out of sync, and I just didn't get into the match. AND I started watching it late.
6:01- Whoa! They're shoving each other!
7:27- Why is Borini's head so weird?
7:43- The heck are they chanting?!
8:16- Ohhhhhhhh! YNWA! ?
10:22- SO much running!!!
And tripping!
Wait, was that deliberate?
13:01- Is that how they tackle? Hm. Hungry heart didn't have that.
14:56- Wait. Is this match at Anfield?!
15:47- My god effing fast!!
Nice spot of dribbling there.
17:31- WHY crowd why? Why are you so excited? Is there something that I'm not getting?
And then I drift off for quite a while....
Suddenly, at about 39:-- RED CARD!
Whoa. That didn't look like one to me. (Not that I really know. But, something)
And, off I drifted again.
43:51- The commentators are saying the players' name without any emotion. It's like they're reading out words at the Scripps national spelling bee.
"Kelly. Agger. Gerrard."
Second half:
WHOA! Whaaaat a slick goal! Steven Gerrard! Hahahahahaahaha close up of him looks so funny!
Some excitement near the posts. Had no clue about the goings on the mid-field.
48:05- Is that.. sledging that I see?
52:00 - Rafael goal!! He looks like a sly little kid!
60:-- - Wait. Why wasn't this yellow card, red?
Whoa. Time has flowwwn by. 60 minutes already?!
62:11- What sorta mess up was that?
65- Finally. Some names I recognize
69:34- Liverpool seem far more feisty than Man U. They're just chilling yo.
76:05- Ouchhhhh. Agger! That looks painful. No card?
78:17-. OMG stretcher?
OWWWWWWWWWW his leg!
Van P dude looks very shifty.
So smug.
Man. All of Man U look douche-y.
That's it. I don't like this Persie dude. I've decided.
80:32 - What sorta goal was THAT??!!!!!!!??
Reina, dude, chill.
84-- Being a bit drama queeny MU?
Kelly Kelly, what didja do?
90:00 it's over Liverpool, you lose.
+5
91:46 drama,drama.
Even with my er, limited knowledge I could see that the poor Liverpool chaps had a rough deal. When watching a match, I generally support one team or the other, for some superficial reason or the other, but this one, I was just watching. I don't like the great "Manchester United" that has taken over much of Hyderabad's sporting stores, etc (gosh, it's just darn boring to like what every single person supposedly 'worships') and I don't like Liverpool either.
This match watching exercise was a part of um.. inquisitive journalism. I wanted to get some insight into the question that has plagued me quite a bit sometimes, WHY is it so popular?! (Football or Manchester Utd., both)
Did I find the answer? Well, no. Yes, the time sure flies by fast. Yes, it must be pretty exciting to be a part of a 100k crowd and support a team, and be a part of the "group", but I for one, will always prefer delving into books, and made up worlds rather than the tactics and statistics and games of Football, or any other sport. It's... alright though, in the end.
Ahem. Now, if you're a guy, and a football fan who's reading this, don't go shaking your head thinking "girls and football, this is what comes about". I'm just not very into this football business, there may be other girls who are. Okay? Okay. (Even if you're a girl. Girls can be sexist too)
Thnxbye.
First of all, what I know about football is this:
The basic rules
A few league clubs
The names of a few players
Everything that's there in an epic show called "Hungry Heart"
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And that, for some reason, most guys go CRAZY about it.
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So, I kept a note of what I thought of the match as it progressed. Be warned, football fans will be seriously offended till the end of the first half. I was really out of sync, and I just didn't get into the match. AND I started watching it late.
6:01- Whoa! They're shoving each other!
7:27- Why is Borini's head so weird?
7:43- The heck are they chanting?!
8:16- Ohhhhhhhh! YNWA! ?
10:22- SO much running!!!
And tripping!
Wait, was that deliberate?
13:01- Is that how they tackle? Hm. Hungry heart didn't have that.
14:56- Wait. Is this match at Anfield?!
15:47- My god effing fast!!
Nice spot of dribbling there.
17:31- WHY crowd why? Why are you so excited? Is there something that I'm not getting?
And then I drift off for quite a while....
Suddenly, at about 39:-- RED CARD!
Whoa. That didn't look like one to me. (Not that I really know. But, something)
And, off I drifted again.
43:51- The commentators are saying the players' name without any emotion. It's like they're reading out words at the Scripps national spelling bee.
"Kelly. Agger. Gerrard."
Second half:
WHOA! Whaaaat a slick goal! Steven Gerrard! Hahahahahaahaha close up of him looks so funny!
Some excitement near the posts. Had no clue about the goings on the mid-field.
48:05- Is that.. sledging that I see?
52:00 - Rafael goal!! He looks like a sly little kid!
60:-- - Wait. Why wasn't this yellow card, red?
Whoa. Time has flowwwn by. 60 minutes already?!
62:11- What sorta mess up was that?
65- Finally. Some names I recognize
69:34- Liverpool seem far more feisty than Man U. They're just chilling yo.
76:05- Ouchhhhh. Agger! That looks painful. No card?
78:17-. OMG stretcher?
OWWWWWWWWWW his leg!
Van P dude looks very shifty.
So smug.
Man. All of Man U look douche-y.
That's it. I don't like this Persie dude. I've decided.
80:32 - What sorta goal was THAT??!!!!!!!??
Reina, dude, chill.
84-- Being a bit drama queeny MU?
Kelly Kelly, what didja do?
90:00 it's over Liverpool, you lose.
+5
91:46 drama,drama.
Even with my er, limited knowledge I could see that the poor Liverpool chaps had a rough deal. When watching a match, I generally support one team or the other, for some superficial reason or the other, but this one, I was just watching. I don't like the great "Manchester United" that has taken over much of Hyderabad's sporting stores, etc (gosh, it's just darn boring to like what every single person supposedly 'worships') and I don't like Liverpool either.
This match watching exercise was a part of um.. inquisitive journalism. I wanted to get some insight into the question that has plagued me quite a bit sometimes, WHY is it so popular?! (Football or Manchester Utd., both)
Did I find the answer? Well, no. Yes, the time sure flies by fast. Yes, it must be pretty exciting to be a part of a 100k crowd and support a team, and be a part of the "group", but I for one, will always prefer delving into books, and made up worlds rather than the tactics and statistics and games of Football, or any other sport. It's... alright though, in the end.
Ahem. Now, if you're a guy, and a football fan who's reading this, don't go shaking your head thinking "girls and football, this is what comes about". I'm just not very into this football business, there may be other girls who are. Okay? Okay. (Even if you're a girl. Girls can be sexist too)
Thnxbye.
Shake it out!
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out,
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out,
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn
Oh woah, oh woah...
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out,
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out,
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone
It's always darkest before the dawn
Oh woah, oh woah...
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
- Florence + the machine
This song has been playing on a loop since two days. I have listened to it for almost 8 hours.
o.O
An echo of a distant time
This day just keeps getting better and better. It's one of those days. Nothing special. But so damn pleasant. My parents left me (partially) alone for the first time ever in the 20 years of my existence. Of course, I have two aunts living in 2m radius (I'm not kidding), but I have sneakily managed to convince them that I'm uber busy with academics (and once I say the magic "A" word, they all lay off), so I'm on my own. I'm the Queen of my house. I'm it's only subject. I'm the servant as well. Also, I just got wind of the news that tomorrow's going to be a holiday. AND exciting plans for the weekend. So far, year 20 has not been disappointing. Not to worry, there is still just a little under a year left for it to be orrr not to be.
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
My blog has been a dumping ground for my rants, and blues, and depression days. I just wanted to share one day when I'm just.. normal. Happy, even.
ANDD this is one of those days, when I'm in utter PF mode.. nothing but the sounds of the majestic band to take me into the far reaches of the universe.. my star gazing spot on the terrace beckons. I shall see you on the dark side of the moon.
I leave you with one of my favourite songs of all time:
Strangers passing in the street
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.
Life; and other such trivialities
Blogging is so inspiring. I mean, it's just so convenient for people like me who can't seem to interact with many people on a personal level, to just open up a browser window and start reading about a person's thoughts, even if they are random, incoherent and not very relevant. I just love discovering how different people think. It's always a good way to spend time (rather, waste it) thinking about what makes people who they are.. and what seems to be my favourite term of late "social conditioning", no siriusly, (see, what I just did there?) , everything can be explained in part by it. And I mean everything.
I like coming up with theories. Which make sense only to me and which inevitably result in at least a couple of people attacking me saying "whattheheck", but it pleases me, so yeah, whattheheck.
Now the theory that I would like to talk about is actually based on a short story that I'd read in 9th class as part of my Telugu curriculum. If my teacher knew I paid so much attention to Telugu that I actually drew my life's philosophy from it, she'd faint.
The theory/philosophy/crapthatfloatsmyboat is somewhat like this:
If you ever want something, DON'T! If you do, being the shitty world that it is, there are high chances that you never get it and you'll just end up being desolated. The tricky part is that you should try to work towards achieving it, but convince yourself that you don't really need it. Now that I've written this, it sounds ridiculous, but I find that ridiculosity is not something to be ridiculed. Ah, what can I say? I live in my delusions.
A friend sighed and told me that someday she hopes I'll "grow up." What is this "growing up" anyway? Knowing that things are screwed up and people are not perfect and that the world doesn't make sense? I knew that long ago, even before I needed to, thanks to a wunnerful cousin of mine (hint hint it's you), but I don't regret it, not one bit. It's made me who I am and if I hadn't lived vicariously through her experiences I would have turned out very differently. I've been told (and I like to think too) that I'm mature, think sensibly et. al, so it can't be that I'm immature and irresponsible. So, please, can someone explain? What is this growing up business about, anyway?
I think I'm in a new phase now. Hence, I'm very disoriented and can't decide on the music that I want to listen to now, or the books that I want to read, or the movies that I want to watch. Of course, there are the constant favourites but usually, at any given time, I'm listening to a particular type of music, and I'm just... not now. It's weird.
Also, I'm the president of the Oratory club at college now. I feel like I've been failing miserably in my presidential duties. When I stood for election I wrote a long speech and I was fired up and I had goals and ideals and ideas on how to do this and that, but now it seems like I've just lost them all. Sometimes, I think I made a huge mistake in running for president in the first place. I want to discuss the club a bit more, perhaps in a later post, because it always intrigued me. And maybe you lot, could give me some pointers no?
I want a fresh start somewhere. I'm tired of people judging me by the way I look/ed, behave/d, talk/didn't talk. I'm tired of judging my self by the way people judge me too. I just want a break.
I don't know if I made any sense. If I didn't, sorry for wasting your time. I feel like I violate every one of blogadda's "blog tips" every time I write a post.
Post regular content. #donot
Write neatly sensibly and coherently #donot
Write about a particular topic and style so that readers know what to expect #donot
And the list goes on.
Wow. You might be wondering what inspired me to write B.S. again.. 3-1 internals from tomorrow. Didn't start prep. :)
Wish me luck!
