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.

The Terrorists!

As you might be knowing, or at least may be suspecting, my winter holidays are here. Which means long days at home with only me and my lappy [no rhyme intended ;) {I better start calling it NRI}] and no rules to bound me to the natures of sleep, routine or, as is the case here: haircuts.

Being very strict, my school has been very good at enforcing students to adhere to discipline with a system that is far more deadly than corporal punishment, but yet not classified under corporal punishment under the law. So every student has to make sure his hair is no longer than about 2 and a half inches ;) [Thankfully the teachers don't stand with a ruler in hand! NRI. ] But being vacation time, I have made full use of it in allowing my hair and beard to grow as much as possible, and all that has created a complete messy look. (Which would be a very accurate demonstration of my room, my life and almost everything else related to me) Add a few dozen pimples to that, and you will get my face.

[I even am sure that LeT or the LTTE will start asking for my pics to put in their campaign posters, and even BBC might start including me in their documentaries on Laden someday...]

So here am I with my elder sis :) See it if you dare to ;)

Beauty and the beast

P.S. The caption is there because that's what she wanted to name it. BUT, my question is - Identify the beast!!!

P.S.2 No tasveer ki dukaan were harmed during the making of this pic. :)

P.S.3 This pic was taken vertically, which meant that 980 Newtons of force was acting on me [Making it a sum total of 1372 Newtons acting on that poor little pillow!]

P.S.4 Now releasing in 11 months 17 days 22 hours 19 minutes and 31 seconds.

See ya soon!!! Till then, Ciao!!

Ignorance is bliss

Almost everyone has heard this statement "Ignorance is bliss" but hardly anyone truly understands the meaning of this simple sentence. I do. The readers with an eidetic memory might recall me mentioning the "price of wisdom" (or some similar words) here. I thought it better be explained with the help of an example.

This is one of the most beautiful books I have read, and it is, AAMOF, a love story. (Everyone I know who has read this book has really really loved it. Although my sis did not like the sequel that much. [That was expected, as this wasnt a true story here. Am yet to read it. And unlikely to, too.]) What happened to me when I read it, remains a disaster; and one I cannot remove.

It just so happens that all of the beauty of this novel lies in its amazing ending, which I would not spoil for you by revealing it; although you may as well google it if you want to ruin your reading experience too. What happened to me was that my sis had got this book far, far before I actually read it [It was almost and year ago] and she kept on telling about the great ending and all. So I just turned over to the ending and read the last few chapters of the book.

Then, when I actually was reading the book, I knew that I knew the ending. And for those who have read the book, they will understand why it was a terrible thing. But even if you havent read the book, you should be knowing that no book is good enough once you know the ending, and this one was a book on which this rule applied even more.

So finally in the end, my entire reading experience was completely ruined because I knew the ending. I knew how it was going to be. And I could do nothing about it to stop myself from knowing the ending. Not that such a thing has never happened to me before [Something similar happened when I read the Da Vinci Code after seeing it. That day, I thought to myself to always read the book before seeing the movie, if I intended to do both.], but I shall be regretting having known the ending of this book in particular.

My friends, life is like one big book. It always pays out for you to know what will happen to you the very next moment; but believe me, you are exchanging this "knowing" for the thrill and the exhilaration of living life. Trust me on this. I have known. Just live your life to the fullest, without any intentions to knwo what will happen. Its far better that way. Ignorance is truly bliss. And I hope you don't get to find that out yourself.

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

Paraphnelia and some cowrie shells ;)

Just some random unassorted statemnts I heard in the past few days -

"There are many kinds of dogs - furry dog, vodafone dog, guard dog......"

"If keep a dog at home, it will at the most bark at or bite stangers. But if we keep a tiger at home, it will eat them."

"What is the use of keeping the tiger as the national animal if we don't know if they would be there in the future?"

[The above three were exercepts from my sister's ICSI meeting (or training programme or something of that sort.) And the topic on which these were spoken was "The Dog should be made the National Animal of India". As if this wasn't enough, the other topic was "Lungi should be made the formal corporate dress." Wow!! Just showed the "high" IQ and GK level of our very talented commerce students of India. And some people still think I should have gone to commerce!!]

"The Great Wall of China is 27 km long, right?"

[No prizes for guessing who got this one. Its yet another Commerce student :) These honours go to my cousin, who had come to visit the house (who, incidentally, was literally shocked on hearing the fact that mosquito bites could cause major diseases). Long live commerce!!]

"If moths are attracted to the light, how come they sleep during the day? :) "

[This one is from the back of the Aim matchboxes. Why it is there is anybody's guess and concern; but I would like to clear this common misnomy about moths, or as we call them "Diwali ke macchar" (Mosquitoes of Diwali, as they come during the diwali time every year [October]). Moths are NOT attracted to the light. (And no commerce students, any theories that you might be currently thinking of, that they are attracted to heat etc are incorrect. So dont bother thinking.) They are actually attracted to the DARK!!!!!! And as we all (science students) know, the darkest place is behind the source of light!!!!]

"The Eucalyptus tree drains out all the water from the soil, and so no other tree can grow around it"

[I don't vouch for the correctness or the incorrectness of this statement. Just overheard this statement in a conversation in Bengali in a bus (while I was not sleeping in the bus!!)]

"The difference between a mathematician and a philosopher is that the mathematician only needs a pen, a paper and a dustbin, while the philosopher can work without the dustbin"

"Why did the chicken cross the Mobius strip? To get to the same side!!!"

And now, some thoughts from my own -


Humour is solely the product of the knowledge or the ignorance of certain facts, events or things.


When we yawn, it is called a yawn. When a lion yawns, it becomes a roar.


Whenever a mistake is repeated by many, it becomes the rule.


A hello is nothing more than the acknowledgement of the existence of another being. Apart from being a waste of time


Due to English being so prone to deterioration, Mandarin will soon be the dominant language of the world. Ni Hao!!


Before the tiger, the lion was the national animal of India.

And a tiger is called a Bagh, not Sher, which would be the lion. (Far too many people make this mistake) Therefore Sher Khan should have been a lion, and the tiger should have been called as "Bagh Khan" or "Bagheecha"!!


If the world were run by scientists, and not politicians, the world would have been so much more efficient and consistent.


Humour, merriment, folly, enjoyment (et cetera) are all short-lived, and therefore pointless. Better to learn something new.


Time and tide wait for no man. Oh crap! This world is so gender-biased!!


God does not play dice. And neither do I.