Tonight was his.....:)

Sometimes it so happens that you just can't deny a person (intentionally or unintentionally), a thing, he really deserves. It seems as if he's been doomed to be the owner of that prized possession, one way or the other.This precious thing could be as trivial as the last piece of his favourite tee-shirt at a store or as important as the job, he had been dreaming of since childhood. Or just leave all of these! I introduce you to a far more simple example:

Not as always though, but I was really tired today and so went off to take a nap. The nap soon turned into a gratifying slumber within no time. But I had forgotten about something really important, of which I was not aware at all. Ugh, my sleep was disturbed by an untimely phone call soon after.(Actually it had to be). After repeated but unsuccessful attempts of returning to my dreams, I finally turned to the internet, just to get myself notified about the birthday of one of my closest friends, which was just in an hour or so! Oh dear, how could I forget that? Now you might feel like laughing at this. But guys,such things do matter in friendship; just to show that you care, and in turn, you too derive pleasure from them. And more importantly, you keep those bonds going, strong and young and blonde by following such occasional customs. Thank god, I didn't miss out on one. (And the next one who I'd like to thank is the person who called me at such an ungodly hour).

And for now? Obviously I'm waiting for the clock to strike 12 so that I'd be the first one to wish him.He deserves it...in fact, he deserves a lot more than that....and he's gonna get it, no doubt. :)

All I need...some solitude and some music :)

This particular phenomenon has become popular enough with me that it at least deserves a mention: When a hectic-odd day renders me too feeble to talk to anyone, I just rush back home and climb upstairs, consuming the last few drops of fuel left in me; into the arms of my most faithful friend….my room. J Its being upstairs separates it (to some extent) from rest of the house, and from rest of the world, thus imparting to it, an X-factor …..divine solitude. J Oh, I’m so glad to find such a solace at last. This loneliness, when coupled some alternative rock(ing) in my ears, heavenifies the things. J My frequent smiles tell the entire story. And then I close my eyes......I’m in a world, not really virtual, but definitely not real….where I see myself do what I can’t imagine myself doing consciously. But something’s still to come…..when this trance lasts for long, I’m already feeling something more divine, something more satisfying….something they call sleep. J  

A text-book review.....our EC-tyle \m/

nMOS.....pMOS....CMOS....CMp__n__ ....CM Punk....Punk....Pink...Pink Floyd....Floyd...Freud....Sigmund Freud....!!!!!

And the distortions go on till I close the book by Sung-Mo Kang and Yusuf Leblebici on CMOS Digital Integrated Circuits; the pages as unruffled as ever. Not even for a microsecond, should one think of me being dyslexic here. It’s just the aftermath of Mr. Kang’s bang on my head that leaves me staring listlessly at the enormously expanded equations and the least- enchanting expressions. But as a sincere student, I’m here to highlight the positives of such power-readings.  

The ones who believe that a great writing requires a great idea and hence, a great mind, might be in for a concept-check, since if a least-known 8-pointer with the minimum possible knowledge of…..um…..the terms ‘electronics’ and ‘communication’( or are they said together?) could reach from Fabrication to Freud via Floyd after a few hours of unconscious gaze at some pages studded heavily enough to force the likes of Salman Rushdie to put on a thinking hat, one could very well imagine what wonders a 10-pointer could have done with his exclusive know-how of the course and unending experiences of attending ethical hacking workshops, smart car competitions and rigorous and out-of-the-world/country summer trainings, if he had just taken a careless look. He, within a few weeks, would have written an international best-seller! It’d have been an innovation at its best….a tide at its crest.

But imagination is just not enough. Alongside are required the reiterations i.e. to present the same thing to the reader in seemingly different forms. I just love them and it was actually the reason behind me going for Electronic Devices and Circuits by Mr. JB Gupta, where such repetitions are so pronounced that any two pages selected at random could be cut short into two paragraphs, provided no connectors and punctuation marks are ignored. But look at the brighter side-concepts just glue to your minds after you read them again and again. Indeed an effective way to learn. Isn’t it? At times, when I had the desire to enjoy some complex reading….something which would drive my lethargic brain to toil hard and understand the subtle meanings of the English language, I trusted nothing less than the writings of Mr.Millman Halkiyas. They suited the situation just so well. At present, Simon Haykins seems to be the guy who could match the wit and cleverness of the former. In fact, some noteworthy hints of mathematics visible in his writings give him that extra edge.       

So very often, I’m taken to an entirely different world; thanks to my text books. Plus, they make me dream….after putting me to sleep, thus discarding me out of the danger of insomnia. A clear winner in this category, according to me, is none other than Mr. S.M. Sze. If yellow is your favourite colour…..really? Okay, even if it’s not and you want some hours of tight sleep, close your eyes (not literally) and pick up VLSI Technology by S.M. Sze……Ass Em Sze……Ass Eminem Sze……OMG, I’ve started dreaming again! Anyway, the ones who couldn’t find any kind of writing-inspiration from the previously mentioned texts, are surely expected to love this popular piece from the Mc Graw Hill publications.

Summarizing, if you want to write well or enhance your vocabulary, take a nap or even doze off, try out any of the above mentioned healthy techniques. Still, if you don’t have enough bucks to buy these books, search for the ‘ECE 08-12(TU)’ group on Facebook and send a request. And if accepted as a member (wow!), you could surely get a taste of such a medicine, if not the entire dose, by having an access to the powerpoint presentations posted on the wall of this group, which contain nothing but some excerpts from the same books. Not a bad deal, I think. But do remember to comment a ‘Thanks’ after you go through the same. Or, at least ‘Like’ it. :p

Junior Moments

Every second, a minute treads on….every step, a mile bygone…. Another pile of work on my desk….another mime of murk on my face…. Oh the days of childish grace.

The credit of the lines above goes actually to those numerous people I met, including friends and foes, knowns and unknowns, whose continuous longings for their childhood days made me rhyme their feelings (somewhat). Every odd minute or so, I would hear or could make out at least one yearn, begging to live those ROTFL- moments again. And then, when an antique collector used to upload a group photograph of high school graduation on some lame social networking site, Jesus, a destructive flood of feelings and emotions was what would occur soon after. To worsen the things, would accompany a downpour of ‘miss those dayz bro’, ‘the best dayzz of ma lyf’ and ‘those were da dayzzz’, which would make me wonder what could next be. Loads of crying smileys?  But do smileys really cry? Anyway, I leave the multifarious human expressions untouched here.

These events sometimes give me a cold feeling. They make me feel inhuman of some sorts. The reason being, I fail to experience the same eruption of emotions in me as by others, when it comes to such occasions. But the knowledge I’ve gained so far, rejects any possibility of me being sculptured out of stone. Neither do I have mastered the kaizen, which would have finally made me control my breath and thoughts, just at a thought. So, what could the reason be? It’s simple enough. I don’t miss those days, just because I live them whenever I feel I’m missing them! 

This may seem a bit immature, but wasn’t this what we were looking for? I bet. This is what I call a ‘junior moment’, which can be a momentary lapse into immaturity caused by youth or inexperience. Many a times, I suffer from such moments. When my imagination runs wild, I tend to mix various worlds, unaware of the realism, in which they lie so far apart from each other that it would require only a child’s brain to put them together. Another such activity practised when I’m in the junior-trance is the reconstruction of a given situation with lots of ifs and buts and suppositions, thereby driving me to think of weird possible solutions and arrive at weirder conclusions. Sounds kiddish? Perfect. Further, cracking a really-really poor joke and looking at the bewildered and at times, angry face of the listener is indeed an LOL-moment for me; can’t guarantee if the listener also feels the same. But I end up happy and that’s what really matters. Mind you, I’m here, in no form being selfish. I’m just being childish. :p

“What’s for dinner? Broccoli? No way, mom! I’m never gonna eat that thing. In fact, I’m not having dinner tonight!”  Oh, my arrogance, and that too at a time when I really can’t afford, is a perfect ‘little-example’. I’m not sure if I really enjoy this particular moment since my empty stomach makes me think of nothing but food. But, like a kid, I’m writing in everything I know, anyway. Arguing on practically nothing with a friend and thereafter not speaking to him for a few hours or days, even though I want to, reflects the somewhat-non-adorable boy in me and the fact that I’ve mentioned this negative fact here, presents to you the unbiased behaviour of a child.

The examples are countless and just a little amount of thinking makes me identify them. I’m amused when I do notice them and the feeling is no less than great when I relive them. Finally, when I return to the real world, I feel relaxed and refreshed and ready to go with an increased energy. So the idea is clear. The people, who you deal with now, may not be the ones, you worked with before. Still you can be happy if you just follow an amateur advice:

Let the minutes go, let the miles flow, never bother….Things around you may change, but the child in you won’t….So let’s laugh some more….Let’s be a kid again. 

Fusion versus Confusion

I wish,‘birds of a feather flock together’,actually meant what it seems to. But just because the twenty six alphabets of a language known for its simultaneous subtlety and straightness, can be scrabbled to form such annoying antonyms, severe synonyms, lengthy lexicons, vicious vocabularies, and above all, myriad meanings, that could leave one cribbing and bitching and lurking in the dark for long, surprises are surprises no more. A similar phenomenon occurred when the birds were flocked, wolves were packed and straws were stacked. Or maybe, I interpreted it wrong once again. Anyway, the expected unexpectedness is here to stay.

Coffees of similar strengths, workouts of equal lengths, raps with same rhythms and perceptions with equivalent visions- Oh dear, we have a perfect pair, and then slowly, the pair turns into three, increasing thereafter, until saturation is achieved. Naively, it might look like me preparing a catchphrase for a ‘family planner’s guide to success’, but since I’m not, this makes it just another rightful entry in my list of common confusables. Never mind though. The stats are updated every time I pick up a pen and a paper, or to be more truthful, a keypad and a Kindle. (‘Keypad and Kindle’ actually refers here to the tech forms of writing these days. Blogs are one of them. It’s natural to be confused by this phrase. Hail the multitude of the language).Moving on, these people, whose encounter, according to them was tested, okayed and approved in the heavens way before they were born, derive a pleasure when they eat the expected, drink the defined, laugh alike and adorn the same stripe. Wow. We finally stand united! As a bonus, we sit united too! At last, we are where we wanted to be.

But on giving this thought another spin in my mind, I end up whacked by the witty words once again. How could they get an upper hand this time around, when I was so very sure? Boy, I being no more than an ordinary being can’t take a thrashing every now and then, especially in a game I consider myself to be somewhat good at, if not the least. But to cover up anyway, a reason always exists, and if it does not, it is made to exist willy-nilly. Well this time, I blame it on my excitement in seeking a successful society as soon as possible, which in turn, navigated me in the direction of misjudgment. What initially seemed to be a unity, had ultimately divided the society into numerous patches of all but similar colours, imparting to the world, all of its hues (and cries). These patches never seemed to morph into even a meager mélange, but the brightness of each alone went berserk, as if to fade away the others with an inundating intensity.

Nevertheless, excuses, what I believe, are certain occurrences which would die out only with the sun and wind. Similarly, these ‘divides’ are very cleverly veiled by cloaks of similar interests, similar pastimes, similar passions and similar fashions. Oh, even my words have started sounding similar now! But a jerk would never care, until and unless he bothers a bit to expand his thoughts beyond the boundaries of his annoying orthodoxy. Alas! He never would; he would never be a real jerk, wasting his time in an unwanted interaction, which he very smartly tags as an unscrupulous intrusion. The arguments sound diplomatic indeed.

There seems to be only a single breath that could be squeezed out of this otherwise dead rubber, and that too in the form of a hope; a hope that these grain boundaries would dissolve one day, thereby leading to an amazing assortment. This, in fact would be the best thing to have around. The canvas would be painted evenly; shades would modify; older ones would be bettered and newer ones created; tinctures would blend, presenting to the human eyes, their most soothing sight ever. This fusion would release in the air, positive vibes possessing an energy which would be comparable with that released by its nuclear counterpart. Linguistically, we would finally have a phrase which would actually signify fusion instead of confusion.