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Author: Forsworn ninja

High and Dry

 

  • Author’s note: Many thanks to pratham for editing the article, image and supplying me with the necessary expressions.

 

Ummmm…. Can’t really describe how much it sucks not being able to write. For guys really living & breathing to write; this situation is a……………well, a nightmare?……..(See, even the vocabulary disappears & words fear to sprout out). Even I wrote my last but one post; (The Wanderer), I have been kinda hard pressed for words. Did write one new post later, but to admit something unflattering, my heart wasn’t really in it (See that’s one heavy burden on my chest)…Result??… Unfortunately, a post that sucked big time.

 

Now, the thing is I’m not the only one facing this sort of situation. Many of the writers at TWH have admitted to this anomaly that creeps up suddenly. Let’s explain this properly.
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See, X is a blogger. He likes to write about certain things & his observations. One fine (??) day, he has a brainwave while he is doing a headstand. What does he do??.. he picks up a pen, the garishly colored loose pamphlet that came along with the newspaper & starts writing. He has got the rhythm, he is really getting in the groove…………… & then…he pauses all of a sudden.

 

What was that witty, sarcastic line he had thought of??.. he just could not remember.. Suddenly he decides to read the last paragraph & prays to Paulo Coelho that he will remember it……..

 

Well, Paulo Coelho is a busy man & does not answer the prayers of X. Needless to say, our guy loses his confidence & puts the cap back on pen & folds the paper neatly & places it in his diary, hoping to complete his article some other day…..Untill then, his hands shiver for not having completed the article;  not just that he simply utters weird words in dreams & as well like day dreaming…..being addicted to words; he is just become hypnotized to play with words…& when words seem to wipe out suddenly; it’s the worst of the scenes; aspiring & striving to reframe that one single sentence,for the sake of relief & contentment.

 

A day later, he again pulls out the same page & reads what he has written, to find that link which will connect him to the document in his hands. To his horror, he finds the article sub-par & tries to rewrite it.

 

After a lot of efforts, & torn pages & faded enthusiasm, he shelves it. Our guy might be a dumbass, but there’s no quit in him. What does he do next??… He valiantly takes up a pen & paper again & tries to write something new…….. (Eager to know what happens  next ??)  So , he posts a status on FB; hoping for that divine intervention. (Paulo Coelho is still busy) Many humans help (or try to help) and he tries everything humanly possible; reading books, trying to write again, eating boiled veggies, making candles out of earwax, trying to save Nokia from a buyout, etc, etc….. But all in vain.As a last attempt for the sake of counting , the guy pulls out the diary & vomits whatever he feels into the pages; & later crawls down his hands on the keyboard to compile the article. Still don’t know when he will recover or not……..He is still there, struggling & striving……High & Dry.

 

Choosing the Right Smartphone

So, you need a smartphone. You are going to a new college. You outgrew your good old java phone. Monkeys liked the shiny exterior of your old one and took off with it. You were drunk and thought of baiting the fish with your phone instead of worms. N number of reasons. The bottom line is, you have to buy a new one. Finito.

The first thing you need to remember is, All that glitters is probably cheap chrome. The time for selecting a phone based on its looks is long gone. You gotta remember certain things while choosing the right device for yourself. Search the market, ask people about their opinions on their smartphones and  how you are going to use your own one.

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When you need a smartphone, you should select it on the following criteria:

Budget : 

Remember the good old advertisement that asks, “Is your dad an ATM machine?” If yes, good. If no, you’d do well by watching it. Yeah, everyone wants the HTC One X. But getting it shouldn’t burn a hole (or tunnel, for that matter) in your pocket. Decide what’s your budget going to be. If you have no such constraints, spoil yourself. Waaaaaah! 

Requirement: 

now that you’re decided on the  budget, let’s think about how you’re going to use your phone. Consider a person who needs a phone for making calls, a few texts, an hour or so of music and video playback, with not much care for a huge application base. Even a new born infant can tell you that this person will be more than happy with a symbian phone, the most imporatnt factors being sturdiness and good battery life. Likewise, if you’re a businessman, you need a phone with good and secure connectivity options with encryption. (Blackberry! Blackberry! ) If you’re a student, you need it all. Music, social networking, internet, and other bling bling features. (Android) Moral : You don’t need an android or iPhone if you’re going to use your phone for basic purposes.

Reliability:

So you just checked out that new smartphone from Meizu. It fits your budget, It’s a quad core beast, perfect for your requirements and looks great. So you’ll buy it. *Coughs a little* Really? Ever trusted a chinese phone maker before? One fall, end of the story, and in most cases, the phone too. (Don’t think that I’m stereotyping, just user feedback) You need a decent build quality, and service centers located near you in case anything goes wrong. People with a wild side who constantly go trekking or need adventure as a daily nutritional supplement should look at devices with  IP67 certified phones. One word of caution : Don’t read to much into tech sites reviews, it’s a common practice for the so called tech experts to be drunk while reviewing the gadgets. Rather, ask people who’ve owned the phone for a definite amount of time.

Ergonomics:

Small factors like the position of the lock button and shape of the device affect the user experience a great deal. It’s a common observation that people with small hands (usually ladies) have trouble operating a phone with display greater than 4.3 in. size. Also, if you’re a big man with sausage hands, typing on a small touchscreen can be nothing short of hell. What I basically want to say is, the phone should be made to suit you, not the other way round.

Miscellaneous :

This is an open category. If any one factor is so important for you that it can become a deal breaker, make that factor your primary area of focus. You need to customize your phone every other week? Go for android. Need the best entertainment features? iOS. Beautiful interface with great functionality? Windows phone. Reliability and good battery life? Symbian. (Exception: Droid Razr Maxx, android device) . Enterprise features? Blackberry. A Camera that you can carry anywhere? Nokia pureview 808. Avid texter? A phone with slider keypad. There’s something for everyone.

P.S. I haven’t given a list of the best smartphones here. It’s subjective and varies from person to person. If you need the list, you can contact me here.

The Wanderer

He was a lonely traveller, always hunting something.Never resting, always in the pursuit of his dreams, though he never ever fully understood them. The mercurial wanderer, he was called; both by the commoners and wise men. He confounded them all. Never could he rest in a place, though many of unquestionable strength tried to bind him in shackles. He’d somehow break free of every rope, changing his form, soaring into the unfathomable, ethereal sky, never to be bound by the same chains. He was the true ascetic; the most possesive demon, the donor of ecstasy, the hoarder of miseries. He could be all at the same moment, but never none. He always had some shape that defined him, though he was indescribable as a whole.
That day was different though. Something had changed. The very existance of his self seemed different to him. He was actually still, contemplating all he’d ever experienced. The sublimity, passion, turbulence, solitude, unrest he’s gone through formed a montage before his very eyes. It was like dreaming with open eyes; aware of the surroundings yet experiencing its fragility.
Slowly, the light of comprrehension tricled in, illuminating the deepest crevices of his conscious. In those moments he understood the glaciers. He understood the plants that sustained in water alone. He understood the scant rains that left the thirst of the deserts unsatisfied. He understood the gazelle running away from the tiger. He understood the gazelle running towards the tiger, heedless of the danger. He understood the rainbow, he understood the clouds. He understood the depths of the oceans, he had the measure of the summits of the monstrous mountains. He understood the eagerness of a cat to return to her litter, and the beauty of a peacock dancing in the anticipation of rains.
He’d begun to appreciate the significance of the chains he’d so often bound with. Not that he welcomed the knowledge. It made the world a bleaker place for him. With an exasperated sigh, he got up and started stretching his legs. He might have understood the world, but he’d embraced his destiny. He was the lonely traveller, never resting, never stopping.

Terrible Vaudeville

I know it’s a weird title. Totally nonsensical, right? Well, just like always, I’m here to extract sense from it.  Let’s play a little game. Look at the initials of the words in the title, then open the dusty dictionary lying on the shelf (Don’t lie to me, it’s been there since god knows when) and look for “vaudeville”. For all the lazy bums who don’t wanna do the simple exercise, vaudeville  is “ A type of entertainment featuring comical and musical acts”. I guess the meaning’s clear now. I’m talking about your favourite pastime, the television (hallelujah, the bulb glows!!)

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T.V. for the want of a better term, is said to be a medium of communication. It is medium, yes. It is medium as in “ordinary, mediocre”. Nothing special. And it just passes on that mediocrity to you. Don’t believe me?? Hang on a sec. Remember the last time you had a good game of football with your buddies, or visited that favourite garden of yours? Bought a book to read and read it completely? Looked at that coin collection which you painstakingly built? Tried to write poetry, which you liked to do earlier?? Naaaw. Nope, because you’re now glued to the Idiot box. I believe, T.V. is too much chewing gum for the eyes.  Gooey, sticky, indigestible and turning sour after a while.

Let’s talk about your idols from T.V. Do you honestly believe the shit they show in the daily soaps? The guy you swoon over might be a drug addict in real life. The good girl who routinely makes you cry because of her noble character might be a bitch who routinely beats up her underage maid. The “reality show” which you  dream of entering every single night might not be so real after all. Let’s have a look at the daily soaps. One breakup (no, make that two, three, four,…..n). two years have passed. Now our gal gets married (even that god awful farce of a ceremony lasts for two months). Then the husband dies after a few days, or an old flame returns to torture her (mind you, she HAS to suffer). Then a few more troubles, shedding of tears that could solve India’s water crisis and a few twists later, the series “ends”, only to be restarted with a leap of one century in the character’s lives. Be honest, how many soaps have you seen with this story line? Many, did you say? All? And little do you realize that you’ve lost precious time and gained a few kgs in the process.

Let’s not forget our beloved news channels too. We have certain channels which deliver content that’s funnier than two and a half men (atleast when Charlie sheen was still there). Who in the bluest of the blue hells wants to know which flower did Ravana gift seeta? Or the gateway to hell? We hardly need such popcorn fart thingy news!

Please get this, people. Don’t screw your time. It is stupidvision, where most people look like they have to pretend to be stupid just because their audience is. It’s like talking to a vacuum cleaner; stuff that hardly touches human brain. TV turns made into vegetable (no pun or offence intended). Throw that box outta your room and life. Don’t live some bimbo’s life, you’ve got your own to take care of.

Still…Unanswered.

I don’t really know what love is. The more I try to bind it in words, the more indescribable it gets…

Does love mean hoping and waiting patiently for years and years, just to meet a person someone once?

Is it walking side by side on the streets, noticing how uncomfortable that spark of electricity between the two of you has grown to be?
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Or is it just pretending to look in some other direction, just to watch and admire all the graceful moves the person makes?

Is it the blush that makes your ears turn red when your hands touch accidentally, or the hurriedly uttered apology made just to fill out the awkward silence?

Is it the warmth that swells inside your heart when you see the one looking and smiling at you?

Is love hiding your dumb grin and the moisture in your eyes, so that the person does not come to know what you feel??

Is love the distress that makes your life hell, when you realize that the one with you has to go and can’t stay with you forever, or is it the silent cry that urges you to hold the other one tightly and never let them go?

Is it the hopelessness that engulfs you when you watch the one disappear slowly, saying goodbye?

Or is it the denial you make when your heart silently answers the above questions affirmatively?

I don’t really know. Maybe i’ll understand someday.

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