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Barely a month after I posted that my computer is aging , I now have the painful duty of informing that my computer is ill. I cannot state that this is a setback. Essentially, it means that I have to put a halt to all the work I had planned for a week. Rather like the comedian, I must say, I tend to find humour in different situations. What's humourous about this one, you ask? Well, what I find funny is that all this while when my computer performance was deteriorating, I kept on grumbling, Oh, either get well, or shut down completely, don't keep me hanging on with this poor performance and flickering display. That was until my computer suddenly decided to not wake up from sleep one fine afternoon. I remember the day like it was the day before yesterday (and it was!). A rather ordinary afternoon. I went to the lab where I'm supposed to work on my bachelor's project, worked a bit on my computer, then I left to grab a snack, putting my laptop on sleep mode. Then, when I

Hey, I'm trying out the new dynamic views on my blog. I hope that they enhance readability and viewership on my blog. Do leave a comment about how you find the new look. I shall of course try to incorporate any changes that you may deem necessary (provided I can implement those changes).

This post came up from a discussion... No, it's not important to inform you of the origins of this post. What finally matters is the content. Is that not why you read the blog. Who cares about all the emphasis on telling a story about the post with the post itself? I mean, I'm not really into meta-blogging, really. So, what is this post about. No, it's not about the most common excuse raised by some baldies with grey hair (really, since when did baldies have hair?) when some of our neighbours decide to travel over 500 nautical miles to pay us a social visit (with guitars) and try to act in our films (it may be cheap bollywood, but it is much better than the quality of stuff they get at their home, I believe). No, it's about companies with mottoes of Don't be evil deciding what is or is not useful for me. It's also about a website that gives a crappy blue colour to the entire world. The internet (whatever it is, I really don't understand all this tech jargo

Dear Politicians, As I write the first line, I wonder why have I ever included the Dear. Let me assure you that I believe that there is little that you have done that would evoke a feeling of fondness within me. I am writing this letter wondering about how myopic must one be to become a politician. At the same time, this letter results from an explosion of anger and despair over the way in which you have determined to utterly destroy certain good things for your own gain. The newspapers over the past few days have been exceptionally full about what the minister for HRD plans for engineering colleges including IITs. Of course, newspapers have always been full of news about IITs. Take for example the issues of LGBTQ groups at IITB, and the corresponding issues faced by the straight people at IITB. Or about how 600 odd students fell in for an April Fools' prank carried out by someone on the campus. Which again makes me wonder: why the obsession with the IITs? How do things that happe

For a change, let me actually try writing a good post. This is in relation to something contemporary to the two day old housefly that has been pestering me in my room until my heart hardened enough to turn on the UV light attracting it into a 340VDC mesh, where it rests in peace. Actually, the post may also be considered contemporary to the two year old dog that keeps befouling my hostel wing, who loves to sleep outside just one particular room in the wing. Also, this is a move towards fulfilling a promise that I had made on the 21 st of March this year , when I started the It happens only in India series. I shall refer to the latest book that I am reading I have been forced to read through my Reading Fiction course, and that is Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie. A motif in the book is the pointing finger that Salim Sinai keeps seeing everywhere. Of course, 30 years since that book has been written, the finger has to evolve into something bigger. And that is the hand. Some

Yeah, I know, clichéd saying, coined probably by ugly ducklings who wish that they could change to swans. No, I am not going to exalt this statement, but I am merely planning to express some of my views on the same. I had earlier written a post on us trying to find meaning in everything. I shall resume from where I left off, and try to show how the jumbled, twisted and convoluted skein of thought links these two posts. I resume at the interactions in my literature class. I have since completed that course, and moved on to another course which far surpasses the previous one in the qualities of the same. This course tries hard to hammer into the students some examples of good literature, which the students are required to accept as good literature. While I myself have no keen reasons to be a radical and debunk the canon, I think that it is unfair to actually point out what is good and what's not. Why, you ask. Very well, I shall tell. I go back to the highly clichéd title of this p

This may be considered a meta-post. It's a post about the nuances of blogging. One change that you may see very soon is the addition of ads to this blog. This means that I shall receive money if you click on the advertisements. Why insert ads into a blog that was always meant to be a collection of frenzied, tangled and confused personal emotions related in a vacant or a pensive mood? Maybe it's because I hope that the advertisements shall be relevant to the content of my blog, and may help readers to enhance their experience. If I write about using an AVR micro-controller to make a line following robot, then maybe the ads should redirect you to sites where you may be able to buy the required materials to build a line following robot. But that's just the face I would like to show. Fact is that I may want to clutch at any straw that comes my way. If I can get paid while writing a blog just because readers find the advertisements on the blog to be useful, I shall not deny that