Tuesday, March 25
Tuesday, March 18
I bid Adieu , My love - A geek's love Story.
I got a new XPS 1530(blue color) yesterday. A beastly config of 2.4 Ghz core 2 duo, 4mb cache , 256 MB graphics card , 2 Gb ram....i cannot ask for more.
The transition from an Acer travelmate 250 to this one was quite smooth.
Its like Harry Potter has been gifted with a firebolt over the nimbus 2000.
But now when i touch the keypad....my fingers do not feel the same sensation Iam used to.
When I touch the screen , the edges do not give me the feeling of the leanly crafted archaic monitor..... the edges 0f the new one are too smooth....but the feeling is not.
When i see the screen ... it doesnt give the same soothingness of a humble, oldie.
The fan of the new one doesnt throw the hot air....of which my hand is so used to.
I miss you dear....you have been my best friend for the past 2 years....waking up with me and going to bed..
I remember distinctly , laughing at you with Sanjay for being so crappy.
I know i had cursed you as a heater for winters ( for your hot air), or as a dumble to carry around....but baby ...i'll miss carrying you in my arms....protecting you from the energy outside.
I now realize the effect you have had in me. You have taught me so many things....patience being the foremost....i thank you for that..
So now i have a laptop in true sense......but you will always, be in my heart , i'll miss you....my dearest DESKTOP( it's nickname.....for all the wrong reasons).
The transition from an Acer travelmate 250 to this one was quite smooth.
Its like Harry Potter has been gifted with a firebolt over the nimbus 2000.
But now when i touch the keypad....my fingers do not feel the same sensation Iam used to.
When I touch the screen , the edges do not give me the feeling of the leanly crafted archaic monitor..... the edges 0f the new one are too smooth....but the feeling is not.
When i see the screen ... it doesnt give the same soothingness of a humble, oldie.
The fan of the new one doesnt throw the hot air....of which my hand is so used to.
I miss you dear....you have been my best friend for the past 2 years....waking up with me and going to bed..
I remember distinctly , laughing at you with Sanjay for being so crappy.
I know i had cursed you as a heater for winters ( for your hot air), or as a dumble to carry around....but baby ...i'll miss carrying you in my arms....protecting you from the energy outside.
I now realize the effect you have had in me. You have taught me so many things....patience being the foremost....i thank you for that..
So now i have a laptop in true sense......but you will always, be in my heart , i'll miss you....my dearest DESKTOP( it's nickname.....for all the wrong reasons).
Midsem review
GVC : dear PVC, we know you love astro-physics , but sir , we were giving a paper of graphics....not some 12th level kinematics.
COR : the simplest paper i can ever give. 20 fill in the blanks. Mr. PKM( guest faculty from IT,BHU) agreed that we people sleep in your class and act as stupid as we can pretend to be( or are we?)....but common, humaari bhi kuch izzat hai .... and considering the quality of paper , if it was genuine..... IT'ians suck.
SEN : hehe.... it was SEN( or did we say software engineering?).....next time Mr. Agarwal....shapath
DAA :Ms. VA we are not your 5th grade kids..... so set a paper which does not require us to draw .... and it's not history that you give such a lengthy paper.....its engineering.....but considering you....it's understandible.
ORO: Dr. Lahiri.....kuch to padhaaya hota class mein.....kuch....
Business System:...aka....fatta Systems.....Ms. Singh....you'll get to know our real creativity now...
case closed....
COR : the simplest paper i can ever give. 20 fill in the blanks. Mr. PKM( guest faculty from IT,BHU) agreed that we people sleep in your class and act as stupid as we can pretend to be( or are we?)....but common, humaari bhi kuch izzat hai .... and considering the quality of paper , if it was genuine..... IT'ians suck.
SEN : hehe.... it was SEN( or did we say software engineering?).....next time Mr. Agarwal....shapath
DAA :Ms. VA we are not your 5th grade kids..... so set a paper which does not require us to draw .... and it's not history that you give such a lengthy paper.....its engineering.....but considering you....it's understandible.
ORO: Dr. Lahiri.....kuch to padhaaya hota class mein.....kuch....
Business System:...aka....fatta Systems.....Ms. Singh....you'll get to know our real creativity now...
case closed....
Saturday, March 1
The weirdest thought
Relationships have been bothering me for quite a long time. Not me exactly, but the people who matter to me.
There are relationships which have been covered with dust and suddenly, like the nostalgia felt when seeing your coloring book of kindergarten , has made us emotional and made us rethink.
There are relationships which have become a little volatile and all the energy and the disturbances which have been arisen , may be due to an internal or an external factor, has made us emotional and rethink.
And so when I was pondering on ways to waste my time efficiently , I just drew a co-relation.
Imagine relationships to be water. And our life to be 'climbing a hill' task; which actually is so, But relationships as water?
We climb up the hill and want to do it too. That is life. Increase our horizon.That's what is and should be task high up.
Water.
The natural tendency of anything is to have the minimum potential energy.
So water would naturally try to settle at the bottom of this hill.
But then we want to climb up.Who won't?
And we survive on water. A few days without it can make us die.
But then does that mean that we stay down the hill and just drink the water?
Absolutely not.
What comes to us as an answer is to carry a water bottle. And make it a point that we don't scurry up the hill and be careless enough to break this water-bottle. A balance has to be made to carry this water-filled bottle for the path up the hill is too rocky and harsh.
This bottle is our heart.
And so we won't then be like a reckless mountaineer who has climbed up the hill and has forgotten to bring water in his bottle , and standing at the top wishes that he could have had some water , but cannot.
Nor we would be like the mountaineer who is midway and has been careless to have broken his bottle.
Beacause, it is on relations ultimately that we survive.
There are relationships which have been covered with dust and suddenly, like the nostalgia felt when seeing your coloring book of kindergarten , has made us emotional and made us rethink.
There are relationships which have become a little volatile and all the energy and the disturbances which have been arisen , may be due to an internal or an external factor, has made us emotional and rethink.
And so when I was pondering on ways to waste my time efficiently , I just drew a co-relation.
Imagine relationships to be water. And our life to be 'climbing a hill' task; which actually is so, But relationships as water?
We climb up the hill and want to do it too. That is life. Increase our horizon.That's what is and should be task high up.
Water.
The natural tendency of anything is to have the minimum potential energy.
So water would naturally try to settle at the bottom of this hill.
But then we want to climb up.Who won't?
And we survive on water. A few days without it can make us die.
But then does that mean that we stay down the hill and just drink the water?
Absolutely not.
What comes to us as an answer is to carry a water bottle. And make it a point that we don't scurry up the hill and be careless enough to break this water-bottle. A balance has to be made to carry this water-filled bottle for the path up the hill is too rocky and harsh.
This bottle is our heart.
And so we won't then be like a reckless mountaineer who has climbed up the hill and has forgotten to bring water in his bottle , and standing at the top wishes that he could have had some water , but cannot.
Nor we would be like the mountaineer who is midway and has been careless to have broken his bottle.
Beacause, it is on relations ultimately that we survive.
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