February 17, 2011

There are times, a lot of those, when I get disappointed and cut myself off from some people whom I know; if only it was more evident that a blog isn’t without a cause. In layman terms, this is the place that I choose to get away at.

Distracting myself from the crux of the moment for a bit, the Java update popped on top of all my windows and to my face. Well, its not 3D but its good enough to be exaggerated. Anyway, coming back to the point, if one had ever had the time to go through my earlier posts, one would know that I am very affirmative and inclined to some of my greatest likes. One among them is well above others on my priority list. That something is Football Club Barcelona with Xavier Hernandez Creus, Lionel Messi, Gerard Pique, Andres Iniesta, Carles Puyol as an integral part to mention a few.

Sometomes, I wonder why I like them the amount that I do. The problem with the excessive amount of inclination towards them is that one tends to expect the highest standards for one’s own sake; after all, no matter how much I shout about my passion towards anything, one would care the most about themselves and their ego and all that. Drat! My sentences are really very long and obfuscated. Also, one aspect that I like to stick to, is to not get carried away with emotions and heat of the moment(s).

With that in mind, I say no more. Let the untold speak for itself, or not. I hope that I don’t indulge in writing getaway anecdotes like this anymore. The form of speech/writing is highly cliche’d; and so is the word itself. Have a good night.

Of the Ruin of Beleriand

I have been pondering over what to write; should it something that rhymes, one that dazzles with its subtlety or something like what I am writing right now. It's a difficult choice to be made under most circumstances, for there are some when One feels the need to write something decided in advance and in haste, not in the likeness of Shadowfax, which was steered by the wisest of the Maiar in the later days; ergo, making it replete. Anyway...

Beleriand is the land where things have been etched, the realm of reveries, and the alternative to Highbury; the precise selection from the three is left to the stark (let us assume it's stark) imagination of readers and scorners. I do care who, but let us say that I "do not care". After all, it is my place to say what I want. The period of solace is rather ephemeral and a path to utter discontent. One wonders if there is a path to absolute satiation. Why does One have to wonder so much, why is One so self-obsessed to allude to himself as the One. There are myriad other ones, but the amount of importance they are bestowed with is evident from the small 'o' in "ones". How comfortably conceited of him to write all of this, be self-contemptuous and consider oneself realistic. The foolishness seems to continue and the end appears not. Digressing from the crux of the moment, can a thing be 'inexorably ineffable'? I think not. Then why is it that I feel that there should be something like it, maybe in philosophical terms of the ignorant. They can make anything intellectually marvelous by making it sound esoteric and "artistic".

I suppose it is difficult to fathom how, but all of the above-written reminds me of a recent event at the Emirates Stadium. Liverpool played badly and still made Arsenal look appalling, which indeed seems to be the case. I cannot not feel for Arsene Wenger, and his views and adherence to a line of thought. He and the club certainly deserve better by a long-shot.

As we approach the end of this, let us say that there lies a pile of stuff in the caverns of Utumno, which is conspicuous in the way that it is conspicuous enough to be mentioned. It is in those caves and lairs that beings and imperceptible entities were mutilated in Olden days, and it marks the end of all things bright and clear, and this too.

Of the Darkening of Days

As I am writing something after a great many days, I hope to make a decent comeback and make this as eloquent as it may be made. One great thing about the whole time I have spent away is that, I can type relentlessly without looking at my, or for that matter, anybody else's keyboard. It may be one of the few consolations available to The One when there is naught else to be ineffably 'in revel' about. I have been reading 'The Silmarillion' lately, and it is beautiful. As a matter of fact, I should be reading it right now, but I am not. The point is, I have a considerable amount to be done, shenanigans to be rueful about, rubbish to write (as I am doing right now), but I am too lazy to not be phony. I do not see much sense in what I am writing, it is but a convoluted expression of the quagmires I behold in my day-to-day life; it is much the same with everyone. Who knows, they may all have their own blogs where they write posts which come to the attention of no one. Or maybe not; we'll never know....

which brings to One's attention the earlier resolve that One had, of being eloquent. That surely went to perdition. The other Ones may often wonder how The One contrives to be all that he intends to; ergo, let him take center-stage to present to you the coveted answer. The desired aurora is acquired by the constant use of third person, with particular attention to 'One', indulgence in the expression of the so-called uncommon constructions, a feeling of perpetual discontent and a fake sense of idiosyncrasies; which in turn, also reminds me to mention the all important self-condescension. Ah! the cauldron of all the self-belief One may desire. Blah Blah Blah. I have got to go.

A thing that I stumbled on yesterday

A long time ago, in a land far far away, there was this guy, say Nemanja Vidic, who was drudging his feet across the Underhills; just then, he stumbled on something and lost his sangfroid. In the process of falling down, he asked to himself, what could it be!

At that moment, he took out his lenses, put them on and alas!, to his fortune, there were these books in a boxset and two pictures of the same taken by the former bearer of the same.

That was then, and this is now...

[Click on any to enlarge]



February 13, 2011

Hey (with a sigh of veiled disappointment).

I am disappointed because I'm discontent with a couple o' things, in my room particularly, that I feel are holding me back. Let me take this opportunity to enumerate them. The first of those is my VDU, which is only 19" from top left to bottom right, and that is supposed to eat me from the inside. Also, it is LCD and not LED, which I presume and state with a bit of conviction, is a tad bit better. One's LCD is also way too small and puny for any comfort. 'Comfort', the other heartless bitch besides 'gravity', always seems to elude me, or so it seems. I'm sure all ones must feel the same. It's only human.

I now turn my focus towards my other source of disarray- 'NVIDIA XFX 9400 GT (1 gigs of VRAM)'. I got it a year and two months back, a time when I was elated to be a proud owner of that. I still am, only with the exception that it serves all but its main motive- gaming. I take this valid 'opportunity' to digress and tell you a real story. A long time ago, in a land far far away, as I was browsing through a number of NVIDIA forums, I came across a post written by a guy who went on to say that 9400, 9500, and 9800 are not under any set of conditions, gaming GPUs, and that they are meant for lending support to business and graphics intensive applications; and if I went on to add something, proper supplements to Windows 7 for somewhat flawless rendering of the AERO effects. End of story.

It is now when I ponder over it that I realize how precise he was. I am really discontent with the flawed gaming support that 9400 GT has lent me. 

As a result of all this, I have decided to soon purchase a better machine, with a much faster and overclocking friendly processor, motherboard and chipset combination, a 400 GTS series GPU, or whichever is the juiciest at the time of purchase and a LED monitor as large as money can get and I can afford.

I have got a lot to add to this, but I rest it over here at this point of time and space.

December 30, 2010

Hi guys! After a harsh couple of days, I decided to come back here again; to my own piece of web space. In the recent days, I got myself completely entangled due to an abrupt set of technical difficulties pertaining to my computer. Its doing a Sicily on me with its constant and intermittent disruptions about what not.

P.S. Let the grammar be. Its not inadvertent.

Anyway, regarding my computer, don't even get me started there. There I was on the night of December 29th, minding my own business, writing some super cool C++ programs, eating chocolate cookies and shaking my feet from time to time; but that was not to be. By the way, all the aforesaid in Windows 7 (except the cookie eating part and one more). It was then that my programs won't get build and obviously won't run, all that due to Signor 'ERROR 0*80070571'. Apparently, either my disk were unreadable and corrupted, or a raccoon got inside my CPU cabinet, successfully identified and scratched the clusters belonging to my Windows 7 root volume. As the chances of later were more likely (I'm being sarcastic), I decided to give up a good night of sleep and venture on to save my volume from further mishappenings. I never had a penchant for unforseen ramifications, so I did a little here, a little there and at 6 p.m. IST today, I got the better of previously alluded Signor.

<-Me

Signor 0*80070571->

My Windows 7 is ruuning (almost) perfectly, yet again beside the others.

Before I conclude, I would like to state that I'm open to presents if anyone is planning to gift me a 4 GB DDR2 RAM. Its New Year's, remember!



December 29, 2010

Its 4 o' clock in the morning, just the time when my powers of thinking culminate, and I'm struck by the idea to etch something on my blogpage. I haven't been writing lately; now I am. There's too much going on in my mind right now. As one of my handful of friends aptly put it a few days back, there's far too much in the offing. I kind of wished that came out of my mouth. Anyway, among those imminent, one is the forthcoming placement day. It's supposed to be CTS, and I can't believe that someone has put up a RSVP on facebook for that. They intend to make you nervous in case you are thinking you're strong enough not to be sidelined by trepidation. I know it is indeed a great deal, you just don't need to make a big deal out of the great deal. It reminds me that while watching the Manchester United v Birmingham city match tonight, I came up with a proverb. In most likeliness, it was Jon Champion who elicited Birmingham city as the team 'in need' during the match, and that led me to the following- "A team in need is in need indeed". I know its great, apt and cheeky. The first one is me, the last two is as per the words of another one of my handful of friends. Another thing that bothers me is that its been 10 years since I laid my hands on my first computer, yet to the present day I cannot type from the keyboard for a reasonable duration without looking at it. I loved it during my very early days when I saw this guy at a local cafe type relentlessly without even a peek. Then there's J2ME left to be mastered. Huh! The impending revision of C++ and Java. Once again, too much in the offing.

I learnt a nice word today- 'Ostensibly'; by the way, the day wasn't bad at all except for the thinking. I'll come back to that later. I was up by 10.30, I showered, blah'd, blah'd some more and then I started with STAR WARS- The Jedi Academy Trilogy Part 1. I read a 100 pages of the same before moving on and watching 'The Godfather 2' by Mario Puzo and I loved Al Pacino; seriously, a memorable performance indeed; and by corollary of my earlier proverb, to put to rest this excruciatingly exasperating sentence, "A  memorable performance in need is a memorable performance indeed. 

Finally, I had a time watching the football fixture I alluded to earlier and now I'm blogging,

Now I'm not.