This week's report. On HDTV and iTV. Why didn't people adopt iTV? (I mean, WHY THE HELL didn't they?) And why are they adopting HDTV? I've tried everything to make my weekly review move beyond those misearable four lines that are part of my introduction. OK..another try. People are sure to make HDTV a hit because....hmm, because, uh....ok, they want sharper pictures and an enriching television watching experience. Fine. Good, in fact, I've moved way beyond the fourth line. But....is watching TV ...
Well, I'm talking about plaiting my hair. Hey, don't dismiss it as something trivial or silly; it could get really irritating, I tell you, as I make yet another, vain, eighth try to plait my hair properly. It's sometimes a curse to live with long hair, and even a bigger curse if you won't leave it free all the time. Here I am, at times bogged by cultural expectations, and at times by my own irritation, trying to plait my hair and look presentable. At some of these quite rare moments, my plaiting ...
Tccch...I sigh looking at the amount of work I've got. Projects, assignments, reports, speeches, presentations and (as if these weren't enough!) homework. I look around helplessly as I struggle to jot down a timetable to finish all these tasks on time. I just look back to a month ago. December, 2004. No care in the world about what is happening. Extremely bored. Writing nonsense to kill time. And now? Writing sense(!) to take a break off that horrible schedule. I can't beleive I was really jobless ...
My dear Computer, You are a week old today. And it is just now that you have started something close to functioning properly. I was impressed with all your configuration, and your colour, black, makes you look really cool and I thought you would give me a whale of time. Alas! You made sure you don't start working before you give me hours and hours of back-breaking and eye-straining work and everybody possible either tampered with your settings or gave me advices to do so. I still can't understand ...
Well, I didn't really expect a normal meeting to turn out to something like this, but when it did, I am making sure I enjoy and savour every bit of it. All this business started when I met this enormously talented and cute guy, liking everything I like (ugh, well, it was just a coincidence) one day. I did not think much when I met him the first time, but I realized what he was, a couple of meetings later. And then started one whole new discovery within me, that I, one who had branded crushes and ...
19 July, 2004. My second day in NTU, Singapore. All alone. Just trying to settle in the hostel room. Surviving with bread and jam, bun and biscuits. Lost, confused and angry. Map in hand, I was going about the whole place getting all the settling-down formalities done. My eyes bled (!) as I gave the old fat lady in the Office of Finance $300 (man, that’s huge, isn’t it?) for the hostel fees. Off I went again, running my finger across the campus map and recognizing landmarks, to reach ...
“No! I won’t! I won’t!”- me. “Enough is enough. Take your bag and go out this minute.”- mom. Teary eyed, with no option on hand, I obeyed mom. As I think about it today, I really feel how I could have been so stupid to give this reaction for travelling in an unreserved train compartment. It was about a trip to Trichy. Not until the day of departure did I know that we hadn’t booked our tickets because it was a sudden trip. And so began my first journey in an unreserved train compartment. Step 1: ...
Yet another ‘culture’ fight between me and mom. These regular fights make me ponder over what importance we attach to all our cultural practices and whether they hold any relevance today. Right from when I wake up to when I go to bed, culture rules my day. Ok, so let me start from when I get up. “Get up, be up and about, NOW!!” screams dad. “You will ruin your health by sleeping after the sun rises.” WHAT!! Well, give me proof. Or let me see it fairly. The sun ‘went to sleep’ at 6 P.M. the previous ...