My history behind begin a blogger

During my interregnum phase I did some study on topics which I have not worked upon. But then what next, so I thought and I thought harder and nothing came up besides messenger and orkut of which I got bored of, well primarily because nobody send me any message. Then I got inspired by few dudes who maintain blog and then finally thought, having my own won’t be a bad idea. So I decided to sit down and jot blog. Well now the good news is that I got a project. The bad news is that in the RISK section of the project it’s mentioned, functional spec is not available and the worst part is that in the RISK MITIGATION section the solution which the stakeholders have given is “reverse engineering of code”. Well I guess my life is doomed now. Anyways I wish I get some more interregnum phase in future so that I write more blog like this one. Till then I would blog on my IDE with C#.

What were they thinking?

The world of soap operas, filled with romance, tears, passion, intrigue, drama.... ok i think its enough. Its basically pain in the a** especially with it's never-ending storyline. To add on to it, it’s pathetically preposterous and annoying. The one thing that reminds me when I talk of soap operas is definitely “The Bold and the Beautiful”. It has been there from ages and it seems like it’s going to last for generations to come. I remember viewing it sometimes when I was in class six not sure though. I used to watch it for its hot and sensuous kisses. I guess even the producers don’t know where the story is heading and somehow I pity the actors of that soap opera. I think now the characters personify more with the factious characters they are playing rather than their own in real life.

Talk about Hindi soap operas… “saas bhi bahu” type serials with its trademark style of closing up a face from all 4 direction to intensify the heat. Feels like dogging bullets in my head…no wait… their head would be a better option. Also somebody, tell the producers of LOLA KUTTY to stop it immediately. It’s pathetic beyond imagination. I mean what were they thinking?

Child Prophecy

"Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man." Ravindranath Tagore

Novel : An Insight

Remember our grannies narrating stories of princes and princesses who lived happily ever after? Or even horror stories for that matter if we were a source of intolerable noise and trouble? I am sure we all had our share of stories during childhood.

From there on we make a slight graduation from those granny stories to reading stories from our school textbooks and finally move on to novels.

There are a few basic things we need to understand when we talk of novels and stories and all that jazz. Every story has a plot. According to Aristotle, a plot in literature is “the arrangement of incidents”. A plot has a beginning, middle and an end, which is not necessarily in that order. Again to elaborate further a plot has got Exposition, which gives the background of the story which is essential for the reader to get into the author’s shoe to understand what it is all about. It has got crisis, which describes the turning point of the story, generally being negative, and to be more precise it's the point of tension. Climax is the scene, which is a story’s conclusive part and is the highest point of interest and finally the resolution, which portrays the outcome of the story connecting all the missing links.

Again there is something called Narrator who is different from Author and Reader (or Audience). A Narrator is the entity within a story that tells the story to the reader. But the author can share the same persona if he himself is narrating the story within the story. Hence the author can also become a character in the novel because he could be writing in the first person. In such a case where the Narrator and the Author is one and the same then the story is presented in a way that the Reader can comprehend it. Narrator is but fictitious and exists only inside the story whereas the Author and the Reader both inhabit the real world. An Author is the person who creates a written work, such as a book, story, article or the like. This can be short or long, fiction or nonfiction, poetry or prose, technical or literature. Again Reader/Audience are basically the consumers. [Source: http://en.wikipedia.org] [sic]

A novel is a fictional narrative. Narrative is derived from Latin word gnarus meaning “to know”. In its most evolving context a narrative is anything that is narrated. It is basically a narration of a chain of events. Again there is always a plot in a story, which makes up a novel. Novel originated from the word novella, which is of Italian origin. A novella is a short tale often characterized by moral teaching or satire. Now basically if we write down a story having certain volume we call it, yes you got right, a novel which can consist of one or more protagonists. Oh but hold on, there is much more to it. But if we write a story, which is short in length, say about 5 to 6 pages then we are actually writing not a novel but a short story. A short story is but just another genre like a novel with narrow scope and complexity. A story is the content of a novel and a novel is basically the finished product.

That about all I have for this section.

HOSTEL LIFE : CHIMNIBAI DHARAMSHALA

I can’t think of my blog without mentioning about my hostel life. I think who ever has been through hostel life would know what exactly it felt to be a part of it. I do agree most of us have to go through the hostile ragging season. Pre ragging period is like watching Krishi Darshan in DD and post ragging is watching Friends or Baywatch, know what I mean ?!!

My hostel life started with a 2-month stay at a private hostel in Guwahati right after my Higher Secondary exams for some medical coaching. Never got through it but I sure enjoyed my freedom 100%. From movies, to late night hangouts with friends, to teenage love experiences, I had it all. This was my golden period of freedom-hood and rotten period of my career-hood. Ha ha ha but no regrets. Since it was a private hostel so there was no ragging so it was a smooth journey. I also had my first adult movie experience (not the hard core one!). The hostel seniors forced all the juniors to come along with them. It was some small shabby looking movie hall called Urvashi, if I am not wrong. I was with all sorts of possible nightmares occupying my mind throughout the movie. What if someone I knew saw me, what if the police raided the hall and I ended up in a police lock-up and my parents were intimated about it, for which I had planned a fake nervous breakdown. Worst case scenario, I would have swallowed some calculated amount of sleeping pills making sure I don’t jeopardise my life for this silly reason. More than enjoying the movie, I was sweating and thinking when would the movie end. But I must accept I did enjoy the movie too. You see “Boys will be boys”. :)

But my real hostel life began three years later after that brief 2-month stay in Guwahati. Along came the great CHIMNIBAI (our hostel). It was a Dharamshala I must tell you, which is very shabby looking, but we enjoyed like hell. Looking over my past I was never very studious. It’s not that I did not try, every exam time I am over burdened with studies and my next semester starts with a promise of regular studies, but where!! I could rightly compare my resolutions with the movie title “Gone with the wind”.

My good friend Tridib and I went to the hostel on the same day. We were all chimpanzees in the zoo of new comers. On the first day itself Tridib was stripped down to his briefs just covering his genitals and was asked to sing a song and another victim of this situation was asked to dance on Tridib’s distorted noise in the same piece of ultra modern fashion clothing except that he was wearing a cutting edge one revealing more of his manhood. To make matters worse, Tridib was singing “Tujhe dekha to ye jana sanam”, trying to do justice to the song with his divine voice and the other chimp was asked to do a disco step to it. Dude now that’s what I call a deadly combination. I swear I had to hold on to my breath to stop myself from laughing in that dangerously precarious situation where I was likely to be a similar victim. Luckily I was the only one standing with full clothes downtown. Sorry Tridib can’t help it.

Here I came to know that Cricket could also be played indoors. We played it in a narrow corridor in our hostel and it was fun. It was not only hard to score runs but we always had to be alert that the man-made ball did not hit the god-made balls, cause one deadly smooch of the two and #$%&% well you can visualise the rest. I remember this one particular match where I was the only one standing in the crease from my team and I played till the end scoring 45 and won the game. I can compare it to the movie title “One Fine Day”. I will always remember that match.

We used to go to movies in groups of 10 to 15 people. We used to scream our guts out at the movie hall. Once we also stole watermelon from the roadside seller. I personally did not do it but I was also involved in it. Not that I boast about this but it would remain as a cherished memory. We cribbed about the hostel mess food all the time but also relished the food at the same time, maybe because we all sat together and cracked joke after joke that we literally forget what we were gulping down.

Oh one more thing is that, Dharamshala was also booked for marriages and there were some dare devil studs in our hostel who sometimes attended the marriage parties one after the other, have food and come back. One thing, which is common to all of them, was the single coat which all of them used in turns. Most of us used to have a gala time watching the chicks from our hostel rooftop. :)

I guess I should stop now. There are so many memories to write about. Some sweet, some bitter. We had hard times sometimes but managed to enjoy all through. But then the hardest part of all, the good bye bit.

I believe everyone should stay in hostel once in his or her lifetime. Sometimes you make friends there who become friends for lifetime.