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.