When in 1998 Hotmail came up with the new revolutionary new form of anonymous emailing, it just changed the way the entire way the worl communicated. With the internet boom, the email inevitably overtook the slower, less efficient form of mailing, it even came to be dubbed as snail-mail! Slowly, yahoo, rediff and million others came to the scene, and it was not unusual for one person to have more than 2 email addresses. The next phase of email revolution was started with gmail, which started offering 'unlimited space' and soon integrated the concept of instant messaging with the e-mail. There was nothing to stop the mammoth which had already been set loose. "Don't save any of your any old mails" stared down at u in BIG BOLD LETTERS whenever you opened you umpteen e-mail accounts. So u get unlimited space, instant messaging, autosaving of drafts, and obviously the ease and convenience of e-mail at your desktop. Cool, right?
I beg to differ. Its not at all COOL, when your account has just been hacked and all your emails and contacts have just been deleted. At times like these you start to wonder wouldn't it have been nice if you had maintained all your contacts in a nice, tidy little phonebook. You re-consider whether it would have been better for your own sanity if you had deleted some of your personal e-mails. All the lucrative advertising gimmicks come back to haunt you... Why me, why me of all the people.
The enormity of the situation keeps hitting you like waves of tsunami on the beach of your sanity, threatening to cause unprecedented devestation.
The author of this blog was last seen pulling her hair and feverishly working to try to retrieve her lost data...
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
Cosmic rules and stuff
“When you have the will and determination to achieve something, the entire universe conspires to help you achieve it”
Chinese Proverb
I’ve always found Chinese a fascinating race. I mean, look at them. These guys have some 3000 years of civilization behind them and have some really amazing art forms (ever seen Tai Chi being practiced?) which guarantee to be transcendental experiences, all in all. The Chinese kids are as cute as button, and have really cool names, that leave most of us normal souls boggled(dropping babies et al..sic..). Their script resembles something I would have drawn when I was 5. Damn, I should have learnt Chinese, I would have had people quoting me and read it out from their fortune cookies!!! Anyway, I digress. While it’s been established that I love Chinese, and their culture, I do have a grouse against this particular proverb. Maybe the guy was zonked when he doled out this little piece of advice, or maybe he was being plain sarcastic. We’ll never know. In my experience, this NEVER works that way. Picture this;
1 month away from the dreaded placements:
Sitting in coffee-shop(where else?), coffee beans realizes, that maybe she didn’t put in as much effort in her studies as she should have been these 1 year or so. So, coffee beans all charged up with this new ‘enlightenment’ of sorts, decides to set a regimented routine to put in few hours of solid course-work everyday. Coffee beans goes about it methodically. Gets the notes, the books, and the references in order.
19:00 hours that evening:
Coffee beans flips open her laptop to read about the US subprime markes, and the lappie beeps. Coffee beans gets out the charger from the bag and as she heads close to the plug-point. The light goes off. The watchman informs that the transformer blew up, and electricity won’t be back until morning. Oh well, shrugs coffee beans and hits the sack.
10:00 am next morning:
The lights are back…Mercifully. Coffee beans flips open the the laptop, and this time, with the charger in place. Booting..booting..booting….login. And we’r ready to go. Hmmmm...Aha…The much maligned Asset Backed Securities. Suddenly, an unfamiliar sound creeps up in the room. And it’s getting louder. Someone laughing. Coffee beans's eyes widen in realization. A small voice rings in coffee bean’s head; “Oh, no. The screaming banshees, err… thy roommates are back after a vacation of 20 days.” Coffee beans philosophically closes the laptop bids peace and quiet adieu, gets up and walks to the door with a resigned smile.
10:00 am next– to-next morning:
New day beginneth. Round 3. The referee blows the whistle and GO! Coffee beans rushes to her laptop, opens it up, urging it to boot faster with impatient eyes. An unfamiliar message pops up on the screen on login. Forehead wrinkled with irritation, coffee beans, clicks on OK. Suddenly, the screen goes blank. “What the…Hmmm” Massaging her forehead, coffee beans looks in dismay as her entire system crashes.
At night, holding on tightly a coffee mug(what else?? Haven’t u got a clue till now?) in both her hands, like a lifeline, coffee beans stands on the terrace and stares at the star-studded sky and wonders about how it all began? Sipping her coffee as if it’s an elixir and might provide her with new lease of life… Was she wrong in setting herself such ‘high’ goals? Was it too gullible of her to hope that all her stuff will work perfectly at the same precise moment?? Or maybe she’s too stuck up… Meanwhile, the pole star winks at coffee beans as she sighs and shrugs…
"I’l not think about it now, tomorrow is yet another day"
Chinese Proverb
I’ve always found Chinese a fascinating race. I mean, look at them. These guys have some 3000 years of civilization behind them and have some really amazing art forms (ever seen Tai Chi being practiced?) which guarantee to be transcendental experiences, all in all. The Chinese kids are as cute as button, and have really cool names, that leave most of us normal souls boggled(dropping babies et al..sic..). Their script resembles something I would have drawn when I was 5. Damn, I should have learnt Chinese, I would have had people quoting me and read it out from their fortune cookies!!! Anyway, I digress. While it’s been established that I love Chinese, and their culture, I do have a grouse against this particular proverb. Maybe the guy was zonked when he doled out this little piece of advice, or maybe he was being plain sarcastic. We’ll never know. In my experience, this NEVER works that way. Picture this;
1 month away from the dreaded placements:
Sitting in coffee-shop(where else?), coffee beans realizes, that maybe she didn’t put in as much effort in her studies as she should have been these 1 year or so. So, coffee beans all charged up with this new ‘enlightenment’ of sorts, decides to set a regimented routine to put in few hours of solid course-work everyday. Coffee beans goes about it methodically. Gets the notes, the books, and the references in order.
19:00 hours that evening:
Coffee beans flips open her laptop to read about the US subprime markes, and the lappie beeps. Coffee beans gets out the charger from the bag and as she heads close to the plug-point. The light goes off. The watchman informs that the transformer blew up, and electricity won’t be back until morning. Oh well, shrugs coffee beans and hits the sack.
10:00 am next morning:
The lights are back…Mercifully. Coffee beans flips open the the laptop, and this time, with the charger in place. Booting..booting..booting….login. And we’r ready to go. Hmmmm...Aha…The much maligned Asset Backed Securities. Suddenly, an unfamiliar sound creeps up in the room. And it’s getting louder. Someone laughing. Coffee beans's eyes widen in realization. A small voice rings in coffee bean’s head; “Oh, no. The screaming banshees, err… thy roommates are back after a vacation of 20 days.” Coffee beans philosophically closes the laptop bids peace and quiet adieu, gets up and walks to the door with a resigned smile.
10:00 am next– to-next morning:
New day beginneth. Round 3. The referee blows the whistle and GO! Coffee beans rushes to her laptop, opens it up, urging it to boot faster with impatient eyes. An unfamiliar message pops up on the screen on login. Forehead wrinkled with irritation, coffee beans, clicks on OK. Suddenly, the screen goes blank. “What the…Hmmm” Massaging her forehead, coffee beans looks in dismay as her entire system crashes.
At night, holding on tightly a coffee mug(what else?? Haven’t u got a clue till now?) in both her hands, like a lifeline, coffee beans stands on the terrace and stares at the star-studded sky and wonders about how it all began? Sipping her coffee as if it’s an elixir and might provide her with new lease of life… Was she wrong in setting herself such ‘high’ goals? Was it too gullible of her to hope that all her stuff will work perfectly at the same precise moment?? Or maybe she’s too stuck up… Meanwhile, the pole star winks at coffee beans as she sighs and shrugs…
"I’l not think about it now, tomorrow is yet another day"
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Back to the future
Circa 2003:
Once upon a time, baby coffee beans used to blog with a passion. People from far and near kingdoms all came and poured adulations. Well, not adulations exactly, but a cloe-knit group of friends was formed, which comprised of people of all shapes and sizes, and we had a blast. But, as is with all happy things, this too came to an end. Through a series of incidents, coffee beans realised that the virtual world has slowly masked the real world, and threatening to convert coffee beans into a self proclaimed geekoid. (a term which is a product of coffee beans's twisted mind). Saddened by this realisation, coffee beans bid adiue to the virtual world and slowly drifted apart which incidently was her namesake! Instead, coffee beans decided to delve into the big bad world of reality, and face her demons head on. Of course, this was meant as a short break, a haitus, an incubation period... a Sabbatical...
What a laugh! Just like LIFE itself, coffee beans got herself busy with other things and forgot what used to be a wonderland. With each coming day, coffee beans strove to drive herself harder, and faster to keep pace. Coffee beans travelled far and wide and attempted to gain the ephemeral worldy wisdom. The sad but inescapable fate met with her too... She became a part of the rat - race. With no escape chute. Pressed against the glass walls of the cage she had built herself, she searched and searched and begged and begged for mercy. For the mill to stop, to let her get off it, even for a short time. Oh no, coffee beans was not miserable. Far from it. She had a comfortable life, lots of love and affection, lots of people to hang on to her each word. But, yet something was missing. It was as some inexplicable element, some unnamed part of her was missing, and she was fast losing touch.
And then, something runs past coffee beans's eyes on yet another tiresome day....
A blog...by this someone...made coffee beans laugh till she wept. Then, another one...and another one....
Coffee beans stares at the cieling and asks heself " was this is it?" The flush of blogging , the euphoria that fills you each time you sit in front of the keyboard and words just come pouring out, and leaves you with a strangely purged feeling???
People have different reasons to blog, some to keep in touch, some to fulfill their childhood fantasy of becoming a writer, whatever it is, I am sure it works for them. And its here to stay, might even replace the conventional journalism, what with the blogdom bursting at its seams, and bloggers pouring into the conventional space. Guess there's only one thing to do now...
Yeah, you guessed it right.
Join the revolution
Once upon a time, baby coffee beans used to blog with a passion. People from far and near kingdoms all came and poured adulations. Well, not adulations exactly, but a cloe-knit group of friends was formed, which comprised of people of all shapes and sizes, and we had a blast. But, as is with all happy things, this too came to an end. Through a series of incidents, coffee beans realised that the virtual world has slowly masked the real world, and threatening to convert coffee beans into a self proclaimed geekoid. (a term which is a product of coffee beans's twisted mind). Saddened by this realisation, coffee beans bid adiue to the virtual world and slowly drifted apart which incidently was her namesake! Instead, coffee beans decided to delve into the big bad world of reality, and face her demons head on. Of course, this was meant as a short break, a haitus, an incubation period... a Sabbatical...
What a laugh! Just like LIFE itself, coffee beans got herself busy with other things and forgot what used to be a wonderland. With each coming day, coffee beans strove to drive herself harder, and faster to keep pace. Coffee beans travelled far and wide and attempted to gain the ephemeral worldy wisdom. The sad but inescapable fate met with her too... She became a part of the rat - race. With no escape chute. Pressed against the glass walls of the cage she had built herself, she searched and searched and begged and begged for mercy. For the mill to stop, to let her get off it, even for a short time. Oh no, coffee beans was not miserable. Far from it. She had a comfortable life, lots of love and affection, lots of people to hang on to her each word. But, yet something was missing. It was as some inexplicable element, some unnamed part of her was missing, and she was fast losing touch.
And then, something runs past coffee beans's eyes on yet another tiresome day....
A blog...by this someone...made coffee beans laugh till she wept. Then, another one...and another one....
Coffee beans stares at the cieling and asks heself " was this is it?" The flush of blogging , the euphoria that fills you each time you sit in front of the keyboard and words just come pouring out, and leaves you with a strangely purged feeling???
People have different reasons to blog, some to keep in touch, some to fulfill their childhood fantasy of becoming a writer, whatever it is, I am sure it works for them. And its here to stay, might even replace the conventional journalism, what with the blogdom bursting at its seams, and bloggers pouring into the conventional space. Guess there's only one thing to do now...
Yeah, you guessed it right.
Join the revolution
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