Friday, January 06, 2012
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Blogtweet #1
Happened to look into a mirror. Cursed my hairdresser. It happened again. There seems to be a conspiracy. Suddendly lot of mirrors around me.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Crashed !! Lost approx 150 !!!
I generally refrain from diving into controversial waters and sarcastic tones, but then after being tempted, I tried it, and the taste of blood stuck and I transformed into a snide-mpire.
You might be just wondering, what is the link between the title and this stupid start to this insensible post, nothing just wanted to assert that the title might make you think I am gonna talk about the recent plane crash but no I am talking about more grave topic, my hard disk crash and loss of 150 GB of data collected over 10 years. So the first para just implies that I might sound insensitive to the people which died in the plane crash and their relatives, but then I am not, though you might assume me to be one.
The worst part is I had a multiple back-ups for the important data in my hard-disk, viz. 2 DVDs, 1 portable hard-disk and a pen drive. I assumed my self to be safe, anyone would do so after taking so many backups, but then the Sire Zeus decided to hurl a bolt down in my direction.
My laptop which was confiscated by my dad, when he caught me playing games in the office (now office has become such a boring place), i retrieved it do some extra curricular work for my college. While the work was being done, I could hear my excitement being reflected in the silent humming of my lappie's hard-disk. But then the lighting bolt struck, boooooooooooooom, the humming stopped and laptop went dead, I in a calm demeanour tried to restart my laptop, then nervously tried to tap various surfaces of laptop in-order to kick start it and then finally in a terrified state started to perform surgery on my laptop, but was unable to save the hard-disk, R.I.P. my favourite hard-disk.
My grey cells over working themselves reminded me of my back-up devices, a smile lit on my face and a cross across my heart, I initiated search for my back up angels, at stake was precious memories, my progress in my games, few business documents and lot of insane stuff that was about to make way in my redundant blog, bringing it back to life.
First target was 2 Back up DVDs. I was not able to locate them in the thousands of CDs that i have piled over the years. I wiped off beads of sweat from my hands, so that I wont damage my precious game disks. After rummaging through my collection for an hour, I couldn't locate the 2 DVDs. Then I consulted the oracle (excel database that i maintain for my disk collection), but to no avail. Suddenly it dawned upon me, If I had taken back up from my laptop, the DVDs should be in the laptop bag - Eureka.
I ran off in the direction of my bag, spotted it, undid the zippers in hurry (of the bag) and managed to find three cracked DVDs viz. 2 backup ones and 1 a recent classic game that I purchased. (Disappointed, definately)
Next target was my portable hard-disk (a store house for movies, TV seasons from west and games), I generally don't use it for taking back-up, but to my surprise, I had a back up in it. Next step was to check the date of back-up, ha ha ha I managed to save 9.5 years of data out of 10 years, any statician would not disagree when I say, "it is an excellent save ratio."
I had to some presentation in my college, so had tagged along the hard-disk with me, the work in the college was completed (success or no success, who cares. Looks like a failed attempt, got no reviews). Had a migrane, due to lack of food, so instead going to some rocking party and later to hangout at a friend's place, left for home. But somewhere in the way, how I dont know, lost my portable hard-disk.
And Mr. Murphy made his presence felt, the virus infected pen-drive, with whatever data, was corrupted, so ending all hopes of data recovery.
Data will build-up, but memories that I thought I had locked in a vault other than my forgetful memory were lost.
Crashed !!!
But now the real fun part kicks in, will call all ole friends, with whom not spoken for ages, catch up with them, will start collecting data, hope to be playing games and crusing along the good ole memories very soon ......... crashes sound fun .....
You might be just wondering, what is the link between the title and this stupid start to this insensible post, nothing just wanted to assert that the title might make you think I am gonna talk about the recent plane crash but no I am talking about more grave topic, my hard disk crash and loss of 150 GB of data collected over 10 years. So the first para just implies that I might sound insensitive to the people which died in the plane crash and their relatives, but then I am not, though you might assume me to be one.
The worst part is I had a multiple back-ups for the important data in my hard-disk, viz. 2 DVDs, 1 portable hard-disk and a pen drive. I assumed my self to be safe, anyone would do so after taking so many backups, but then the Sire Zeus decided to hurl a bolt down in my direction.
My laptop which was confiscated by my dad, when he caught me playing games in the office (now office has become such a boring place), i retrieved it do some extra curricular work for my college. While the work was being done, I could hear my excitement being reflected in the silent humming of my lappie's hard-disk. But then the lighting bolt struck, boooooooooooooom, the humming stopped and laptop went dead, I in a calm demeanour tried to restart my laptop, then nervously tried to tap various surfaces of laptop in-order to kick start it and then finally in a terrified state started to perform surgery on my laptop, but was unable to save the hard-disk, R.I.P. my favourite hard-disk.
My grey cells over working themselves reminded me of my back-up devices, a smile lit on my face and a cross across my heart, I initiated search for my back up angels, at stake was precious memories, my progress in my games, few business documents and lot of insane stuff that was about to make way in my redundant blog, bringing it back to life.
First target was 2 Back up DVDs. I was not able to locate them in the thousands of CDs that i have piled over the years. I wiped off beads of sweat from my hands, so that I wont damage my precious game disks. After rummaging through my collection for an hour, I couldn't locate the 2 DVDs. Then I consulted the oracle (excel database that i maintain for my disk collection), but to no avail. Suddenly it dawned upon me, If I had taken back up from my laptop, the DVDs should be in the laptop bag - Eureka.
I ran off in the direction of my bag, spotted it, undid the zippers in hurry (of the bag) and managed to find three cracked DVDs viz. 2 backup ones and 1 a recent classic game that I purchased. (Disappointed, definately)
Next target was my portable hard-disk (a store house for movies, TV seasons from west and games), I generally don't use it for taking back-up, but to my surprise, I had a back up in it. Next step was to check the date of back-up, ha ha ha I managed to save 9.5 years of data out of 10 years, any statician would not disagree when I say, "it is an excellent save ratio."
I had to some presentation in my college, so had tagged along the hard-disk with me, the work in the college was completed (success or no success, who cares. Looks like a failed attempt, got no reviews). Had a migrane, due to lack of food, so instead going to some rocking party and later to hangout at a friend's place, left for home. But somewhere in the way, how I dont know, lost my portable hard-disk.
And Mr. Murphy made his presence felt, the virus infected pen-drive, with whatever data, was corrupted, so ending all hopes of data recovery.
Data will build-up, but memories that I thought I had locked in a vault other than my forgetful memory were lost.
Crashed !!!
But now the real fun part kicks in, will call all ole friends, with whom not spoken for ages, catch up with them, will start collecting data, hope to be playing games and crusing along the good ole memories very soon ......... crashes sound fun .....
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Lazy Photography
At a certain point, when second's, minute's and hour's hands all try to hide each other from the gaze of unpredictable human, I decided to take up photography seriously.
At another similar kind of certain point somewhere in time, I had even thought of taking up this blog too seriously ;-)
But results are always predictable, a fullstop.
I am too lazy to do anything, tooooooo lazy.
I even tried to combine photography and blog together: http://psicotico.blogspot.com/
My camera now lies quietly in its tomb buried under my clothes in my wardrobe.
My passion to capture moments to cherish later still floats somewhere lost in time.
How we call our selves significant, but get lost somehwere among the seconds, minutes and hours.
Ringing my dormant camera back into use, plastering my thoughts onto this blog is what I am planning to do for now.
At another similar kind of certain point somewhere in time, I had even thought of taking up this blog too seriously ;-)
But results are always predictable, a fullstop.
I am too lazy to do anything, tooooooo lazy.
I even tried to combine photography and blog together: http://psicotico.blogspot.com/
My camera now lies quietly in its tomb buried under my clothes in my wardrobe.
My passion to capture moments to cherish later still floats somewhere lost in time.
How we call our selves significant, but get lost somehwere among the seconds, minutes and hours.
Ringing my dormant camera back into use, plastering my thoughts onto this blog is what I am planning to do for now.
Labels: lazy, photography
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Revival Thought
Last Post: 25th June 2007
467 days since the last post. I would like to ratify the fact that I am a procrastinator and the adjective lazy can also be added to it. When I sit on the couch (TV or no TV, casting or no casting), I feel so contented (no more adjectives here, just pure satisfaction).
My ideal brain keeps imagining stuff. (As I have spoken of an ideal mind already, the latter, obvious part has to follow it) This imagination is, but natural, a live broadcast from the boardroom of the great Satan.
But sometimes after lying for hours altogether on the cozy couch, with brain all drained out, I see that famous bulb, invented by Thomas Alva Edison, flash/blink/glow (whatever).
Such Thoughts that get generated, when the legendary blub flash/blink/glow, seem pure work of genius to me (as of now, it is only me). I started this blog with intention of putting such sheer genius in front of an audience. The blog materialized. The genius thoughts (psycho thoughts, just to reinforce the name of the blog) materialized. Some how the audience did not materialized.
I lost the interest and then one more blog was laid to rest. It suddenly became lost in the vast echelons of the wide web which spreads all over the world.
It feels so good to be lazy, but it feels so wonderful to see your thoughts being penned down. So here am I to blog again. Maybe someday an alien realizes the worth of this blog and abducts me for being the most genius human being on earth. And as on that day I will be famous and my blog will be the most visited part of this wide web which is casted over the mind of many human beings of this world.
Some rhyming words put in a form, which can be possibly be termed as poetic:
How lazy can a human be?
There is no limit defined for it,
Even death can bring no end to it,
Some say, so eternal it be.
How Idle can a human be?
Blindly he accepts the saying of some,
Serves devil a full course meal at his home,
He says, so cursed I be.
How cursed can a human be?
Fate is the only star shinning for him,
Effort is the bad habit not to be adopted,
Some say, so lazy he be.
Hope to keep this blog afloat for at least some decades ;)
467 days since the last post. I would like to ratify the fact that I am a procrastinator and the adjective lazy can also be added to it. When I sit on the couch (TV or no TV, casting or no casting), I feel so contented (no more adjectives here, just pure satisfaction).
My ideal brain keeps imagining stuff. (As I have spoken of an ideal mind already, the latter, obvious part has to follow it) This imagination is, but natural, a live broadcast from the boardroom of the great Satan.
But sometimes after lying for hours altogether on the cozy couch, with brain all drained out, I see that famous bulb, invented by Thomas Alva Edison, flash/blink/glow (whatever).
Such Thoughts that get generated, when the legendary blub flash/blink/glow, seem pure work of genius to me (as of now, it is only me). I started this blog with intention of putting such sheer genius in front of an audience. The blog materialized. The genius thoughts (psycho thoughts, just to reinforce the name of the blog) materialized. Some how the audience did not materialized.
I lost the interest and then one more blog was laid to rest. It suddenly became lost in the vast echelons of the wide web which spreads all over the world.
It feels so good to be lazy, but it feels so wonderful to see your thoughts being penned down. So here am I to blog again. Maybe someday an alien realizes the worth of this blog and abducts me for being the most genius human being on earth. And as on that day I will be famous and my blog will be the most visited part of this wide web which is casted over the mind of many human beings of this world.
Some rhyming words put in a form, which can be possibly be termed as poetic:
How lazy can a human be?
There is no limit defined for it,
Even death can bring no end to it,
Some say, so eternal it be.
How Idle can a human be?
Blindly he accepts the saying of some,
Serves devil a full course meal at his home,
He says, so cursed I be.
How cursed can a human be?
Fate is the only star shinning for him,
Effort is the bad habit not to be adopted,
Some say, so lazy he be.
Hope to keep this blog afloat for at least some decades ;)
Monday, June 25, 2007
When a thought conjures in a Fogged Mind
Fogged mind is nothing but a confused day in one's life. Thought is nothing but a process that fulfills the purpose of one being a human being.
One when these two events combine together, results can have an adverse effect on one's health or some thing like Gravitation can be discovered.
These both are different phenomenon altogether, one represents the notoriety of stress and other represents the consummate mind power of one.
A small line differentiate bewteen these two events, this line can be termed as passion. If you are passionate about what you are doing, your mind will always be fogged with visions of glorious future and will yield stuff that will only benefit people around you and yourself too.
If there is no passion in you about anything, then life around you will be burden, you always wish to run away from people, responsibilities and the most importantly from yourself. You have a fogged mind, and with such fog aorund, accidents are prone to happen.
Life is full of choices, what choice you make, defines your life.
One when these two events combine together, results can have an adverse effect on one's health or some thing like Gravitation can be discovered.
These both are different phenomenon altogether, one represents the notoriety of stress and other represents the consummate mind power of one.
A small line differentiate bewteen these two events, this line can be termed as passion. If you are passionate about what you are doing, your mind will always be fogged with visions of glorious future and will yield stuff that will only benefit people around you and yourself too.
If there is no passion in you about anything, then life around you will be burden, you always wish to run away from people, responsibilities and the most importantly from yourself. You have a fogged mind, and with such fog aorund, accidents are prone to happen.
Life is full of choices, what choice you make, defines your life.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Happy New Year .....
Wishing everyone happy new year, and some words that I read somewhere…
The New Year is set before us like an unwritten volume --- all its pages blank ……
Let us write upon each day’s page things that at the end of year we will look upon rejoicing rather than regret…
The New Year is set before us like an unwritten volume --- all its pages blank ……
Let us write upon each day’s page things that at the end of year we will look upon rejoicing rather than regret…