Entry 3

ENTRY 3 – 13^th November 2012.

Today is apparently the ‘Festival of Lights’ here- Diwali. The victory of good over evil, truth over deceptiveness, righteousness over unrighteousness.  While the world celebrates the festival of lights, I here try to find my own section of solace in the Darkness. The truth is, I always have been much more comfortable with the dark than the light. But apparently, my basic right to switch off the lights has been suspended for one night, leaving me no option but to weak sunglasses over my eyes, lest I should be blinded by what I see.

While the world celebrates good, it’s certainly puzzling how they have managed to not figure out one basic thing – Everything in the world brings into existence its own opposition. Good would never have been good without evil. It would become so common that nobody would ever know it was there. It certainly doesn’t mean that evil is good, but evil may not be so evil either. Especially when we try to look through the looking glass into what’s evil and what’s good.

Having worn no glasses in my life before without having a headache throughout half the movie, these glasses sure are heavy for me. But the keep all the dazzle and daze away from my eyes, allowing me to see things in a much more barer form. Things are what they are, not exaggerated by looks, nor underappreciated by the dullness of colour. It may not give the best view, but it certainly allows a lot more clearer view deep inside what we perceive as bright and care and dare not to go deep into.

Of course, there is one major drawback with wearing these sunglasses. Nothing I see is in true colour. Every little thing in the world is tinted with a mix of other colours, as if I am seeing things through someone else’s eyes.  The true colour, is always hidden on the other side of the glasses, not open to my eyes until I finally take them off. I find it quite discomforting after a while, prompting me to take them off.

And that’s when things start to go a little bit off. Even after I have taken off the glasses, things look a bit off from reality. It simply isn’t what it looks like. The feel of the glasses is still on my nose and ears, even though my brain knows its off already. Actually it’s only my brain which makes me believe that I have no glasses on my eyes. Is this really the short aftermaths of wearing the glasses for some time, or was I suffering from the aftermath while I was feeling uncomfortable when these glasses were on? I do not know. All I know is that not both of these views are true. Maybe neither of them is. But I would have never even imagined there to be a second possibility of reality had I not seen it for myself.

It is in this queer quandary that I think to myself and my life in the recent path. What have I been doing, and what am I going to do? There is something about the story when you are wearing the glass, and when you are not. We scarcely believe the Macbeth’s stupidity at not having seen his ruin coming forth. We scarcely believe anyone could be this stupid to not see it coming. But were we in his place, would we have seen it coming? I doubt it. There is just something about the glasses we put on when we are “in the situation”. Certain things become clearer that way. Others, when we see the big picture.

What we need to see is not just “Who is wearing the glasses?” but “How many are?” Surely the villains in our stories and even our lives were not aware of what they were doing or whether they were actually evil or how many chances are left for them, or whether they have already lost to life. But were they the only ones wearing glasses. By telling ourselves that they were evil and we were good, are we not trying to fool ourselves? Nobody is good or evil. Everyone is good and evil. Then how do we go about labelling some people as good, and others as evil? More so, are they actually evil in the first place? If you ask Raavan, maybe he would have a different version of the story that we already know. Which one of the realities are true? Are there any realities which are true at all? Maybe none of them are true. Maybe all of them are.

Entry 2

Really Sorry!!! Lost time of when the week passed... Posting 2 entries at once.

ENTRY 2 – 21^st September 2012.

Once upon a time, Akbar asked Birbal – “Tell me something which will make me happy during sad times and sad during happy ones.” And Birbal replied – “This time too shall pass.” I do not know if the story is true or not, but the meaning behind it – I definitely know that it’s true. It is interesting to see how many of us keep on saying ‘Change is the only constant’ but we fail to realise the inner depth and meaning of the saying. We fail to realise change when it happens to us, and fight it to the fullest. What we do not see if that if we swim upstream, we may reach somewhere in the best case scenario; but even if we actually do, that will leave us tired. Whatever you do, there are some things you can choose to ignore, resist or override, but its best you accept it. That is the only way that does not leave scars on anyone.

- This transmission was irrevocably interrupted, and could not be retrieved – 

Entry 1

Sorry for the delay everyone... Just forgot about posting the stories.... Anyways, here they are - 

Disclaimer - 

These stories are just the thoughts and actions of the writer and may or may not be correct, though very likely to be the former. The reader is advised to exercise caution while reading it and have an open mind to try and understand what is written in the words, and figure out the underlying meaning behind it. Most of all, it is all about looking into yourself and truly find the meaning of life.

The writer does not take any responsibility for your ability to comprehend things, and you shall understand only what you can. These stories therefore, will only be as good as you can understand them. What the writer has written is actually very good. What depends is whether you like it or not.

All the thoughts may have inner meanings which may or may not cause insanity and/or invoke deep unheard-of thought processes in the minds of the reader.  Use caution.

ENTRY 1 – 20^th September 2012.

Subtle Subtle Subtle... One word that I have been fascinated with in particular in these days. Part of it is because the word itself is quite interesting, but more so because it itself is quite Subtle. Very often we look deep into things to find out the true meaning of things. I know I have. Books, movies, people, incidents... They all have influenced me in some way or the other. One tiny weeny little push that has brought me closer to what I am today. Now. This very moment. Some pushes have been greater, others not so big. But every little thing has indeed done something or the other to bring a change in my life. In my way of thinking. In my ideologies. Every single damned thing. And believe it or not, I treasure every one of them. Even the time I fell into that nali by the side of the road, or the time when I got thrown into the dustbin. Especially those times. Why? I have frankly no idea. Maybe because it was something different – Something special.... Something not filled with the dreaded monotony of the world. Maybe it was something else. Who knows. Maybe there ought to be no reason for what I do, who I am, where I go, or what happens in my life. I am what I am, and nobody, not even me, can change that.

Hardly 10 minutes ago, I had been watching a movie – ‘Smurfs’. For those of you who wish to know, it was an animated movie. If I look at it from the critical way that I judge all movies, I don’t think it fared any better than the other movies that I always see. Predictable plotlines, Normal storyline, and the very same kiddy-cutey ingredients that make up any and every single movie that has the tiniest bit of cartoon in it [To James Cameron, if you’re reading this – No. Avatar does not contain the kiddy-cutey ingredient, but if you look into it, all the rest of the details pretty much remain the same – The sense of mystery, a world and its people different from our own, and the long overdrawn process of self realisation and looking into oneself as one gradually feels at one with those new people (Whether deliberately or otherwise is another question) and the final climax where  everything that has been done in the movie comes together for one final single showdown. So there it is. I made my point.] Back to the topic – the movie was actually very averagey normal. But I somehow liked it.  Why - I am not exactly sure (Even I don’t have all the answers to all the whys I ask.) But still, I liked it.

More importantly, I came to realise how many stories and movies of today do the very same thing- Create a story that we feel with, but is different from our own life in one crucial aspect. Then ask the pertinent questions of life and humanity, and go across on the process of self realisation with the viewer or reader. Because (s)he feels with the movie, they will actually understand the questions. But since there lies a major difference between that story and ours, we are comfortable with it. Here comes my question - Why?

Why is it that when we watch a movie that is based on someone else’s life, we understand, but if it so happens to resemble our very own story, we shy away? Why is it that we find it easier to find the answers to life, universe and everything [Not the 42 wala answer. The philosophical one re.] when we look outside and externally, than within us or internally?  [At this point some of you may claim that this does not happen to you. I agree. Fair point. But this very much does happen to me on a very large scale and I see no reason why it should or can not happen to anyone or rather, everyone else. Yet if you choose to claim it does not happen to you, I really don’t have a say in it. Your choice.]

I think that there is something inside us which stops us from looking inside, than outside. Its as if we as a human race, are designed to do that. We will go to the moon before going inside the Earth, or within our own bodies. Maybe that’s how we are. Maybe there is something more. Whatever that maybe be, one thing is for certain – We definitely will prefer to hear someone else’s story than our very own. Why, I simply don’t know. Even I do not possess all the answers to all the whys. Maybe if we look into ourselves and truly find out the answer, we just might. Maybe...

Welcome back

Welcome back nahi beta, I am back bolte h!!!! 
-Ooookay!!!!

After more than an year of being off the grid, The Original Soni returns back to the blogosphere!!! Yay!!

So what happened?

Well my blog was blocked due to being spam [I can see how they mixed my writing for crap there] which led me to unsuccessfully try to get it back and edit Google's wikipedia pages in vengeance, without much success. Even facebook and microsoft failed to answer to my plans [from the yahoo account, lest my mails be filtered] to gang up against it, and bring the evil corporation down!

But nearly a year after I forgot all about it, I found this guy as having commented on my report to help me get my blog back. So I commented back, and found that he had forwarded my request to blogger.com to get it reviewed, and that they got it back! Hell yeah!!!


Since nearly half a year has now passed since I made my last post, I shall not be posting in a similar fashion again now. My next posts shall be talking more about thoughts and actions than events... Hope you shall enjoy it!!!

Oh and did you read Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality? Its only my favorite book! If not, do so today!!!

Cheers,
The Original Soni
25th of November 2012

P.S. - I shall now be posting weekly, once every Sunday. So be waiting for my first post within the next 24  23 hours

Pt - 78

Apparently our school celebrates it Platinum Jubilee (75 years) this year in December. (Or so says the wikipedia article, atleast) So here is a blog post in memory of the Platinum Jubilee.

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Firstly, the one news that had me laughing smiling in the assembly FOR 10 minutes (see here and here) The news that was announced in the assembly was - 

(in my own words)

This time the Platinum Jubilee is a huge celebration and we will be having a number of celebrations uptil 9th of  December - the foundation day. Committees are being formed for this, and soon students from Class 11 and 12 shall also be taken into the committees. On the last day of school, ie on 18th May, there will be a joint meeting for all the committees....

The events will be ..... On one of the days, we are looking at the possiblities to have Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam here. We are still talking with his secretary though there is a chance of him becoming President and all, so we can't yet confirm it....

(No wonder I was not listening to what was being said after that -  I was too busy smiling - For 10 minutes)

Dr. Kalam is definitely the most only well known scientist of India, and therefore it is natural that a total science freak will literally freak out at the chance of having him in our school. Plus, we happen to be the top science batch of our school, and I happen to be the biggest science freak of them all ;) So no wonder I am hoping for a five minutes special encounter with him of sorts :)

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Next, a dream that I had one of the past few days-

The Platinum Jubilee celebrations were going on, and we had invited Mamata Didi to our school. But it so happened that when she came, there was hardly anyone to welcome her except AP and me (That was said to be explained by the fact that they must have been parking their vehicles!!!)

Since we had to entertain her, we first started talking to her, and them I pulled out a pen and paper, and started by helping her solve some trigonometry questions! Though the questions were quite simple, she did pretty well in all the questions, except one question, where she could not get the "sec x + tan x" that she had to get to get the final answer (Yes, I remember that too!) Though I realised she could have got that one easily if tried from another way.

Anyways, thats how the dream about Mamata Di ended, as I quickly flitted over to another dream

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And now the final post about the celebrations- this time related to the Committees - 

It was May the 18th and nobody had yet been selected for being in any committees (except the 10 school office bearers, who were sure to be in one committee or the other). And there was no news either of anyone being in any committee or having any news of the same.

And I was really hoping and wanting to be in some committee or the other.

And then it happened. CR (one of the office bearers, and a good friend of mine) was called out by one of the teachers. We all knew what was that for. In the next 20 or so minutes, boys had been called out of classes by several teachers, and were asked to wait after school for the meeting. It was just like the Pheonix Club from The Social Network - Everyone was receiving their invites from everywhere else.

After the dust had settled down, here was the scores -

Out of the three of us (me, PR and AP- the three "brothers" as I consider us to be) two had received the call. PR was in the magazine committee with me, and it was natural that he was selected for the committee. AP, on the other hand, particularly despised being in the committee, and said "No" straightaway to the teacher who asked him. And I was deemed too 'volatile' for being selected for a committee!

And so it happened.

[This is the remnants of an unfinished message which could not be completed before my account was blocked]'

Update : No Mr. Kalam is not coming to our school. Soni saaddd :(

Update 2: The science seminar (See here and here) finally DID happen, if only a year late. Me and AP gave it; and it was fun!!! I did stumble in the beginning quite a bit, but by the end, I was too good to be there ;) Every single person who met us after that used the word "awesome" or "great" atleast once!! :D

Clippets from my life

Heyyo readers,

Here are a few moments frozen through space and time, and brought out to you in a plate - An assortment of the not-so-average ones of my memories.... Hope you like it!

"Chemistry everyone can get for research but Physics and Maths are hard. You and AP must be for Maths and Physics research. Not for engineering. Engineering those boys go who do not have the capacity to learn more..."

These were the actual words of my class Chemistry teacher and my class teacher to me today. I guess the words speak for themselves. Period.
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Language class - Prepositions

Question - I shall beat you _____ the top of the hill.

Answer 1 - "At"
Answer 2 - "With"

Period.
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RP: "You know what is a classic moment? I was playing Led Zeppelin on the speakers in my room when my grandmother entered the room. She simply asked 'Which song is this?' and I told her it was Led Zeppelin. She closed the door after she said 'Its a good song'. Now THAT'S a classical moment "
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Today our school was visited by a few people from the High Court (Rumour has it that it was because our school was open before the vacations even though almost all other major schools in the state had been closed)

(Before the assembly started, mockingly, unknown voice) "If he (the Principal) comes out in handcuffs, I will lead the school cheer"

Period
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Computer class, Computer Lab, earlier today, from out Computer Sir:

"Boys, take out your copy and write a program (in Java) to rearrange any number in descending order without using array or any sorting algorithms"

(Fifteen minutes later)

"Submit your copies now. You two start collecting the copies from these 2 rows"

(After the collection of the copies)

(Smiling) "The program was written there on the white board right in front of you"

Colon D

AAMOF, nobody ever noticed the program written on the white board until it was told to them. Period.
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Later in the day, as I was coming out from tuitions-

Me: (to a girl coming out of the tuitions along with me) "You were supposed to go to the MUN na? WHich MUN was it?"

"What is a MUN?"


What?

"You said na last class that you won't be attending the next Physics class since you will be at the MUN?!"

"No. I don't know what a MUN is."


Is the genuinely serious, or is she just messing with me?

Her: "Maybe it was NK"

"Wait. Aren't you NK?"

"No. I am AW."

(referring to the faces I remembered) "But aren't they the same? I remember both the faces as same"

"No. NK and AW are not the same."

And FYI there are no more than 28 awake and 1 sleeping student in our tuitions batch who have been in the same batch for about 1.5 years. And I remember almost 16 names, out of which 10 are matched correctly with their faces.

*Facepalm* Period.
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Computer class, yesterday, computer lab-

Sir- "Type the infix to prefix program that you copied in your exercise books yesterday and compile it"

Two minutes later, I had located the very same word to word (Sorry ASA) word for word program on the net and was sending the program to everyone else in the class. How?

"See. Line 13 is  System.out.println("Give an expression. Example (13+2*(8/3))");
So just go to Google and type Infix "13+2*(8/3)" You will get the exact same program there."

(AP starts rolling into laughter by now)
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A week ago, Literature class: Four boys forgot to bring their text books.

Sir: "So you did not bring your exercise books today?"

"No sir."

"What is the chapter?"

"Sir Rattrap"

"Go outside the class, make a rattrap and come!!"

What?!!!

Whats even weirder is that after thirty minutes they actually came back to the class. With a rattrap. They even demonstrated their rattrap in class. It was actually nice, and involved a principle through which the rat was catapulted in the air if it stepped on the trap

Period.
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Class orientation, one week ago:

Everyone had to speak something about themselves for two minutes.
Some excerpts-

RR: "I am the only son of my parents.... Oh no no..... I have a brother"

Me: "My name is Soni and my favorite numbers are Pi and 67"

GH: ".... my favorite memory will be when I was caught by the Chinese officials for crossing into the Chinese border when I was at Nathu La!!!"

Period
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At home with nephew:

Him : "Where will I get a Submachine gun?"

WHAT!!!!

Me : "What!?" 

"Arrey that game is saying I should kill one enemy with a submachine gun"

Oh!!

"Submachine gun is the same as SMG"

"Okay. Got it" (runs away)
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Library period, 6 days ago:

AP forgets to bring library book, so he is standing near the library door, albeit inside the library. The rest of us were sitting in our allotted benches.

He and NC (another boy who forgot to bring the book) see there is nothing to do while standing and come to browse the library books. (The shelf where the library books are kept is so placed that its slightly away from the rest of the library - Perfect place for timepass, gossip, (or in my case) passing through the 18 cm gaps between the shelf and the wall)

Seeing the situation, I also decide to go there as I was getting bored while sitting in my place. (Even though I had issued my library book already)

Sir comes after some time "AP, what are you doing here?"

Me: "Sir searching books so that he can issue them next library class"

AP: (trying to save the situation) "Sir searching book so that I can read now (in the library period)"

Sir: "Go back now. And Soni, what are you doing here?"

"Sir searching books for AP to read"


Colon P.

Later during the same period, I was getting bored so I decided to join the boys who were standing. [FYI that place was my spot for the past two weeks due to my silent behaviour]

End of period, Sir comes: "Previously there were 3 boys standing. Now there are 6. All of you are for not having your library books?"

Them: "Yes sir"

(Sir looks behind and finds me pretending to browse through a pile of books looking for something)

"Soni what are you doing here?"

"Sir searching for books here"

"If AP comes you have to be here na?"

"No sir"

"Next day, I'll send you to the terrace of the school"

"Sure sir?"

"Yes"

"Thank You, Sir"

(I have never been to the terrace during my 5 year stay in the school)

Period

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In another instance last year , i wanted to check whether or not Sir actually reads the reports he corrects. So I put my idea to the test.

Now my copy holds a report duly signed and ticked  by Sir, which ends in the following lines-


He is an alcoholic, but otherwise he is a very decent boy. He will surely succeed in all his future endeavours.
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At home with sister, 8 days ago:

Sister: "Now that you have told him (nephew) the password, he will surely change the password"

Me: "Relax. No need for tension. He uses only Windows XP. I work with Windows 7. He won't even find where to change the password"

"But at home he has an entire laptop to himself. We also dont know what all he does there"

"I said na. No tension. He is still 8 years old"

Five minutes later, I go to the room where he is to check up on what he is doing at the laptop. I see that he is - wait for it - CHANGING THE PASSWORD!!!

Period.
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The words of my Physics teacher earlier today in class, after distributing the exercise books of the boys that had been submitted for correction

(Definitely pointing at me) "Some boys are there who do all the sums but whose copies are without a single sum being done in them. And they explain the sum written on the board to the other boys"

All he said was completely true.. Period.
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This Monday, I bunked school to meet the doctor. Leave was granted after my sister went and talked to the Principal after waiting for 40 minutes for being late by 15 minutes (I told her that was going to happen). The Principal has a great impression of her, thanks to a starkly contrasting not so great impression of mine, and there wasn't a lot of problems giving the leave.

After she came home, we called up the doctor to find that the appointment had been... wait for it...... CANCELLED.

Period.
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Since my Monday was now so free suddenly, I decided to- well- see "The Avengers"!!! :P Loved the film. It was simply great- with the action and the one-liners. Only problem was keeping pace with its fast dialogues but I managed somehow. Should have seen it in 3D though.

My favorite lines from the movie -

(Fighter jet about to shoot Hulk) "Target in sight.... Opening fire...... Target Angry! Target Angry!" (Jet goes down)

Thor: "But Loki is my brother"
Fury: "And he killed 80 people in the past 3 days"
Thor: "He was adopted"
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Hope you enjoyed reading them..

See you next time

Au revior!!!
The Original Soni
17th May 2012

Notice 2

Sorry readers, but since HA is hell-bent on plagiarizing my blog because I blocked him on GTalk because he was irritating and arrogant in his refusal to help me in locating a simple link of TBBT S5 E24 online even after I asked him a few times, I have to introduce comment-filtering here. Every comment that is made on this blog will now be filtered and posted only once approved by me. That is, once I figure out how to do that.

And for the record HA, I GOT THE LINK MYSELF :P

Edit-  Did it! Yahoo! 

Google! Bing! Dogpile! 

Now where did that come from? :?

In fond memory

This one is in fond memory of my recently deceased un-named E63. I have had many fond memories with him, and he shall forever be a part of me, though not my junk collection. He was truly one unbeatable and unmatched cell phone who had his warranty life snatched away from him by a sad mishap. E63, you shall remain forever in my blog and its memories...

Let us now all have a minute of silence for him.

Grant him eternal battery O Lord, and let perpetual network shine upon him. And may his SIM rest in peace.

Here is one of his quirky pranks, not long before he passed away. (This happened right after a phone call)-

 

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This is an essay I had written on "The value of a sense of humour" as part of a test. It was probably the first time in years that I had ot written a story as my essay, in part due to the bad story topics, and the lack of time... My teacher gave me 65% (3 on 5), calling the essay mundane. Out of 5 boys I showed this essay to, 4 found it great. The fifth also found it mundane, though I suspect he never read it even. (He himself said he doesn't like reading, so i guess I can count him out.) 

Please do read it and leave your feedback on how it is. Happy reading!!!

Every morning, even before I get up, I hear some people laughing loudly in the distance. The sound comes from the building just next to ours, most probably from the terrace. As several of my "late-night" studies have told me, this happens regularly at exactly around 4 in the morning. "Maybe they are catching the repeat telecast of Mr. Bean", I mumble to myself before I go to sleep.

I have often found myself at the wrong end of many jokes. Some of the times, I find myself on the right end too. But I don't mind it. Of course I will not mind the latter, but I do not mind the former either. "After all, it’s just (as they say) a joke." And this sentence often leaves me to wonder, "What exactly is a joke?"

Being a person of science, i would try to succinctly explain joke and humour as being caused by "the knowledge or ignorance of certain facts, incidents, people or nicknames". But I know this sentence means nothing to me. It means nothing to anybody, as a matter of fact. All this sentence might be able to do will be to confuse the person listening to me, resulting in extra mockery and jeering towards me. Which again leaves me in a paradox, for I did not answer my primary question - "What is a joke and what is sense of humour?"

Perhaps it is not as easy to explain such things as to understand and experience them. Just like love (Now again, the fact that I have compared love to sense of humour in such a way itself sounds funny to me. But then, "as they say", I have a weird sense of humour.) Many a light moment has been shared at the expense of one or our companions, or, more likely to be, our teachers. Many a person has fallen helpless with laughter just repeating a simple joke. And many a person has become the butt of the joke for his inability to understand the joke.

Whatever it may be, we all find one thing or the other "funnny" (as a friend of mine would pronounce.) And we all like laughing, even if it is over the silliest thing in the world. Some giggle (rather very sweetly too), while some laugh like the "Gabbar Singh" from Sholay. However it may come out of us, we all laugh. Ergo, we all have some sense of humour (If the word 'ergo' sounds Latin, it is because it actually is a Latin word).

Sense of humour, as we know it, develops rather interestingly in a person. Many a time I have tries to force a smile at a very silly joke said by a junior. Many a times I have been reprimanded or punished for some very hilarious words and pranks. And many a joke I played once upon a time sounds just puerile. (Although some of it is still very hilarious.) I don’t know what causes this sense of humour to arise in a person, but I believe it is there in everybody. (Except "some" of our teachers) In one form or the other, it is there in everybody. Should be.

A light moment, some fond memories, many fond memories, a stomach ache, a tear or two - that's what this sense of humour gives us. Well, frankly speaking, it also leads us to trouble - more often than not. But we all love that, don't we? After all, it's something to boast over to our friends and juniors. But then again, from a very scientific point of view, there is no particular "use" of this quality (if we may call it one). It doesn't even have proof to exist in the first place (For all we know, some alien beings may be trying to eat up our brains, and we laugh as a response to whenever they reach one of the cranial nodes [This hypothesis actually makes sense!]) But it is still universally appreciated.

A human behavioural response that occurs due to no particular reason universally but is still regarded by all as necessary. I think I'll just chuckle at that, for human behaviour will continue to baffle me.

Thats all for today. Will be posting a few more things soon.... Till then, enjoy!!! And cheers!!!

The Original Soni

11th of May 2012

Notice for all

Due to unavoidable and irrevocable circumstances, effective immediately, my cell phone number shall be not functional until the end of Vodafone validity or the end of the world, whichever is earlier.

Anyone wishing to contact me may please figure out a way to do so.

Thank you

I'm not mad. My mother had me tested too!!

Well if I had to be with someone.... It would be only you.... No one else.... "Never give up on the ones you love. Love is extremely powerful" :)

This was the message I received yesterday from a certain classmate CP while I was texting him at around 11:36 in the night! I was simply shocked. Admitted that a few boys casually made fun of my weak stature, and therefore regarded my brotherhood with AP for something else, but no boy had ever revealed his feelings to me. It was really shocking to find CP saying so strong words, especially since he happened to be my partner in class. I was at a total loss of words for the next 4 minutes 30 seconds until I got this message from him-

Last message not for you.

And then I knew who it was for. I simply smiled.

Tonight, I am texting some quiz questions again to him. Have already sent 5 of them, and have atleast another 3 waiting with me. I dont know how, but by some weird co-incidence, all the answers seem to be the same. And whats even bizzarre is that all of them are the same as Lady P's name ;)  

Colon D.

This one is dedicated to the kaminapanti of all friends, and to boys whom I have called by "some other" more than their actual names.

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The next part of this blog was unexpectedly created when my family was watching TV at home.

Jeevika required O-ve type blood as (naturally) she was dying. But her sister Maanvi could not give her blood (even though she shared the same blood group) because she had cancer, but had not told her husband and her sister's husband (who also happened to be her husband's brother) but could not tell them for the fear of causing more tension in her family.

My 8 year nephew was watching this, when he said "Arrey!!! She wants O- blood na! Gopi bahu has the same blood group!!!"

No comments!!!

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A weird world this is!!! Seriously!!!

A proper post is still due to you guys. But until then, a few tidbits -

• The weather in Kolkata just turned great! It's raining since 2 days, and is likely to do so fo rthe next few days atleast. It will be cool here for now. Perfect for those who wanted a respite from the heat (which included everybody). Its actually cold here now!
• NSTSE sent its results to our school, along with the medal and the prize DVD. Only two boys managed to win anything. AP, the topper from our batch, was the Kolkata topper for PCM for class 11. I was just the West Bengal topper.
• I found out that the DVD I got for NSTSE was the same as the one given to me last year (Although it was different for the year before that). Since I would have done just nothing with the same DVD in a different cover, I simply gave it away to a classmate who was joking around, asking for my DVD. Even now, he can't believe I seriously gave my DVD to him!
• I just found out today that no feeling in the world is better than that of a student when he comes home from school to find that his tuitions have been cancelled! Its simply amazing, this feeling! ;)
• As you might have inferred, my nephew is in town. So he'll be staying with us for the summers. God bless me!!! There sure will be plenty to write about, with him being around ;)
• He brought 27 games for me, out of which only one (Tetrix) worked. 1 other failed to load, while the rest 25 turned out to be just shortcuts :|
• And remarkably, he remembers the exact wordings and tune of two Russian songs (this and that) that he last listened to five months ago!!! Wood touch.
• AP and RP both managed to get a headache and a sprained hand respectively on the same day, causing them to be absent from school. In a totally unrelated news, they also saw Avengers that day at the multiplex. Kamina log mereko nai puch sakta tha!! #
• This was what RP said on both of them being sick the same day - "I hit him on the head - He got a headache, I got sprain!" He also passed this to me that day (idk why he printed this as 6 cm by 6 cm in the first place) -

 

# Whats so remarkable about AP missing school for movies is the fact that he has been THE son every mother wants to have, THE student every teacher would love, and THE friend every guy would hate getting compared to. Simply said, he is the topper as well as the quietest guy in the class. No wonder every teacher like him, and uses him as a yardstick for comparing anyone. *sigh*

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This is all I have to say for now. Expect the next blog update to be there soon ;)

Till then, Ciao!

Cheers!

The Original Soni

3rd May 2012

** Just in case anyone is wondering whether my title post is actually true - Yes. Yes it is. (The habit of saying Yes twice comes from AP's addiction to this [Search for yes, and you will understand])

Life isn't sad. Its sadistic

Dont know why I named my post so. But it sounds an apt quote. Just made it up a few days ago during a conversation.

So here I am. Back after what one might call a great turn of events. In the past few days, I nearly got kicked out of two quizzes despite being one of the best two quizzards in the school, hauled myself back in with the help of some friends in the right places,very nearly changed my club at school [everything was set - I had talked to the animators at my 'new' club, whose approval was required to change clubs* and was just yet to talk to our principal to finish the formalities] which got stalled under exceptional circumstances, making sure I am still at my previous club without any rhyme or reason, went home on five different days I went home with five different moods over recent happenings on the same topic, made sure the quizzing problem is inextricably solved in a way that ensures that no further event can or will go without problem, thought about the problems and their novel solutions to very complicated probability questions which I made sure to forward to everyone I knew, revived an old debating group to revive an otherwise ordinary debating team in a school with a history of extraordinary debaters, almost killed a proposed newsletter for my club, which hadnt even started yet, correcting my school prefect on the spelling of Debater, making sure 3 out of 5 office bearers this year pledge a party to me, smiled in the assembly FOR ten minutes, explained to my class-teacher the difference between smiling and laughing after the assembly, did not yet give RP the party he was to get for my B'Day 20 days ago, criticized a fellow classmate on a rat-trap he made during class, played a lot of dumb charades in language class(legally), slept a lot in physics class(illegally), spent my entire maths classes thinking about weird problems once I had finished all my problems mentally just after ma'am finished reciting them, spent more than an hour on skype at midnight with HA seeing who could post the most skype smileys without repetitions, did my Moral Science HW for the first time (First time is for any HW, not just Moral science) and easily won one of the quizzes involved (The other being scheduled this June)...

In short, it had been a dull week.

Since I have nothing else to ramble about, I will just speak about two unrelated things.

First, my E63. (No, I still haven't yet bought my android, though I am not sure why. I already have Rs 10000 with me for buying it [which is good enough to buy a very cool phone] but I still havent yet bought it. And I have no idea why) It is the perfect epitome of the "What can possibly go wrong?" scenario. Let me just go through some of the phone's amazing features

• First the display is just awesome. It sometimes wants to save so much of energy that all of a sudden, its display will go completely blank. Its only after tapping the phone, or, in some cases, politely knocking on the screen, that the display actually works
• And by works I mean there is the same screen displayed thrice in the same screen space. Space utilisation right? Its only when I knock a few more times that it works
• The battery is breathtaking. Literally. Until a short while ago, it used to get fully charged in 15 mins from nil charge, and then go back to zero in another fifteen. That too without me being on the phone or doing anything that might consume a lot of battery. Thankfully, I bought a cheap duplicate battery
• The cell, however, got back its revenge on me. There is just one corner of the display which never works. And it just happens to be the corner where the battery levels are displayed. And thanks to Nokia's great designers, there is no other option I can use to just see the battery levels elsewhere. Now all I know is when my battery is low, full (when charging) or empty [The last one more than the others]
• Now I happen to be a great music addict. i literally cannot live without listening to music all day, and in some cases, all night. Maybe my music list isnt as diverse as AP says it should be (I still dont find anything weird in listening to the same song a hundred times non-stop AP. Or for that matter, a thousand times ;) [Have done both. :D ]) but it sure isnt restricted to 5 songs of the cell's choice. A weird virus on the cell makes sure no more than 5 songs can be stored on the cell (or all get deleted!!) Whats more, I can almost never change the list of 5 songs. Otherwise all songs get "corrupted"
• In another weird instance of the virus, every folder's belongings are all replaced by chinese named other folders and the data in them completely erased
• In yet another instance of the virus, all files transferred directly are corrupt. Only bluetooth has any chances of success. I once tried to bypass this problem by saving the same file in three formats - txt, mp3 and pdf, thinking atleast one will work. The pdf never opened. The mp3 was corrupt. The txt was replaced by chinese letters. Period.
• The phone speakers, after an unscheduled bath, are plain bad. I once had to wear clumsy headphones just to talk to people on my phone. (I never find the non-clumsy headphones anywhere)
• Thankfully, I dont use the clumsy headphones with the phone anymore. This is less for the speakers work and more because the phone suddenly decides not to detect any 3.5 mm headphone cord inserted into it. And for the record, I just found my non-clumsy headphones when the jack stopped working.
• There is an antivirus system that can never be deleted or even stopped. It just goes on indefinitely.
• For a while, a fortune was spent when the phone automatically connected to GPRS for some app or the other. From the day I discovered it, i simply deleted all options to use GPRS and Wi-Fi. If the phone cannot detect it, it cant use it.
• More often than not, the memory card is not detected, even when its inside the phone.

I would love to go on about my phone but cannot (not because it would take a lot of space, but more so because those were the basic things I had to say). All I can say is "Life isn't sad. It's sadistic" And no, I still somehow dont wish particularily to change it even now. Its still Kaam Chalau.

And now for the second thing - (found it interesting)

Cheers!!!
Njoy!!
See ya next time (Or as they say in France "Au Revoir")

The Original Soni,
28th April 2012

* Our school has various clubs, which have several activities related to them. Almost every student from 8-12 is member of some club (No student is allowed to have more than 1 club) I have been a loyal member [since 3 years, this year being my fourth] of my school's IT club even though I have not the slightest interest in IT or computers. Yet I do quite a bit of the club work, while the others just sit around in meetings. Not President HA though ;)

Unrelated ramblings

First of all, welcome back. As you might have seen, I just felt like reposting that previous piece of writing. I dont know why, but i just felt like it. Some mysteries just seem to happen to you without rhyme or reason. They simply happen.

And just if things go as planned, I just might start blogging again. I feel I have so many mysteries to explain... things that i would be better preserved in the fabric of space-time...

Had just a great day today, and some things just inspired me back into blogging and writing myself down again. I feel just great. With any luck, you just might be expecting a new blog post every week :)

And please do not forget to share this blog if you like it.

Oh and fyi, all this time, I have been addicted and then unaddicted to planty of things, including but not restricted to travian.com, chess.com, megavideo.com, google.com, Freecell and plenty of other things I cannot remember.

And for the record, SMILING IS NOT THE SAME AS LAUGHING and SMILING CONTINUOUSLY FOR TEN MINUTES IS STILL NOT A CRIME (Will explain soon ;) )

Gracias!
Au Revoir,

The Original Soni
25th of April, 2012.

From the eyes of an outcast

"The world doth move in mysterious ways" (Quote from Night at the museum 2 - Nice movie actually)

How often have you just scrummaged through zillions of things to just find that one small thing that had been archived long long ago, just to relive that precious treasured moment of yours?? I have done that. Many times too. So here we are, back again.

A cousin didi of mine had come today, when she reminded me of this writing of mine from an year ago. After reactivating and deactivating my Facebook account twice, I finally found the only copy lying in a note of mine. So here you have it, a piece of writing from The Original Soni, unplugged-

(Its pretty long, but I prefer it that way instead of broken into paragraphs)

Nobody ever sees me. Even when they see me, they don’t actually see me. I have almost everything that any other boy would have but yet I have nothing. A perfect family that treats me like nothing. Every game imaginable but nobody to play with. Three sisters, who are busier by themselves and people who ignore me. I have plenty of friends, but none of them are humans. I am my only and best human friend. The only thing that actually doesn’t ignore me is my room. I don’t like many things and many things don’t like me. I don’t go out to play, as I dislike the games and the boys dislike me. I have no brother or anyone else with whom I can play or share my thoughts. So the only thing I share my thoughts with is my diary. My digital diary, that is. I allow nobody to enter my room and nobody ever wants to enter my room either. People call me weird, but I don’t know why. I don’t see anything wrong in myself. I am a bit lonely, but that’s not so bad too. I kind of like being so lonely. It makes me feel a strange kind of satisfaction. I often see outside my window. Not the other people, though. I dislike them. I often sit at my window for hours, watching the sun, the moon, the stars, the sky, the trees and the birds. It’s a lot of fun trying to imitate their noises. It seems to me that apart from my room and my belongings, only these things are my friends. I like taking pictures. Often I take a lot of pictures of Nature and then keep it on my laptop. I sit on my laptop for only about 6 hours a day. All day, I play “Age of empires” or “Call of duty”. Though not with other players. Other people think I’m strange. They think I’m mad. So I avoid them everywhere. Even though I can beat almost every other player in the world, I prefer playing against computer opponents. Nobody ever understands me. Nobody ever tries to understand me. So I always sit silently in my room. Sometimes I lie down too. All the time I am thinking to myself. About myself, about others, about the things I did, about the things I want to do. About everything. I don’t go to school either. The teachers think I’m stupid, but I can easily understand every lesson. So I study at home, alone. No tuition teacher ever comes to me. I can understand all lessons on my own. Also, I don’t want to even meet them. I’m 16 now and students of my age are in Class 10 by now. But I’m far more intelligent than any of them. For nearly 10 years, I have been studying straightaway from the books that my father brings to me every week. I see nobody, except my father, who asks for the names of books I wanted every Friday and brings them by Sunday. I mostly eat my food in my room. Sometimes, I go down to eat in the dining room, but that rarely happens. I hear no voice except my mother’s; when she tells me that food is ready, so that I take in my plate of food from outside the door, where she keeps it. After eating, I keep the plate back outside my room. I don’t know what happens to it after that. I like reading too. I read 2 books daily and have a collection of around 500 books. I have read many books. I have read books of all kinds. I like reading them. My books are the only way I learn anything at all. I often write too. I write many stories, poems, essays etc. But nobody ever sees it. I show it to nobody either. But I like writing too. At my laptop, all I do is play. I don’t surf the internet. When I do, it is only for information on any topic or for new games. Otherwise, I rarely surf the net. No, I’m not on any social networking sites either. I like best to be kept to myself. Sometimes I don’t know what to do. At other times, I am filled with things that want to do. I don’t see movies. I don’t go out. I don’t play outdoor games. Yet I’m happy with what I am. Sometimes, I do feel very bad but then it happens sometimes only. I don’t know why I feel bad. Maybe I want to meet people, but I dislike them. I don’t want to share anything with anyone, yet I want to. I can control myself. I just want to be with people. Why? But that happens only sometimes. At other times, I sit by myself, thinking. I don’t feel bad then. Yet I want to break out of my room. I want to get away from the only thing that loves me to the people who hate me. I can’t understand the reason for that. Only I try to control myself. I will never get out to these people, even if it means staying in my room forever. After all, it is MY room. I have everything I want here. There is nothing else that I want more, except the books that my father brings. This is my story. All I want to say. I don’t want anyone to read this, even though I have written this. All I wanted was to tell my feeling to someone. And now my laptop knows about my feelings. It’s not a real person, but it is just as good. Only it never speaks to me or consoles me when I cry to myself. Yet it is my best buddy. My only buddy. And so it will forever be...

The Original Soni

Date – 1 April 2011

Note - The writing was definitely a piece of fiction. But what struck me the most was the fact that when I read it again now, I had been doing exactly the same thing when it came to having dinners now.

Quotable quotes

 Here are some quotes, all made by me-



The surest sign of preparedness is not when you do not feel worried at all, or when you are full of worries. It is when your only worries are over trivial and unimportant issues.


I tried to predict the road in order to cushion myself from its bumps. But then, I had lost the joy of travelling.


This is NOT a work of fiction. I truly wish it were.


I fear not the fangs of truth, but I do fear the kiss of the lie.


Its weird how we only value the things that have an expiry date.


The journey is always far more lasting and beautiful than the destination.


A picture says a thousand words and a smile, a million.


Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, but a working clock may be wrong forever. 
(Its not sufficient to be working. Its also important to be correct.)


Someone said love knows no boundaries. Whoever it was, did not have a prepaid connection.


All roads lead to Rome. Therefore Rome must have been situated on a black hole.
(Just a PJ on gravitation and the theory of relativity)


The most beautiful words always make for the most painful parting words.

I used to think that the best way to ensure going to the top would be ^dy/_dx > 0. Turned out that it was the best way to ensure not getting there.

The hardest thing in the world would be to pretend to be fine, when you are not.