Feeling Entity

With so many 'mis' on the title, it's hard not to imagine the piece as a mis-story, which is, even if I vouch for it, unmistakably falsified vagaries. And again, the title is not a misnomer at its core, just signifying my underpinnings for the article. I think, therefore, it's justified to start the stagnating propaganda.

I'm Debsuvra Ghosh, as many of you would recall if you stress that grey matter of yours a little harder. "What's in a name?” they said and I didn't find any reasons to go against that, not until now. Even if you can't make out anything from my name, believe me, there are no reasons to go gaga over it. It's just like any other billions of tags dwelling around the dirty population of us. But name is one of the very few things you can feel personal, a little closer to your heart, if you take it from that philosophical standpoint. Having said that, I can assure you, nothing is more exasperating when you're forced to hear people spelling or saying it wrong innumerable times, even after they are corrected with utmost patience and care. Things get real interesting when your teacher picks you among your peers all of a sudden to blow your arse off the class, and asks your name. And which in turn returns back to the square one even after delicate attempt of correction, followed by a hasty question if it's Sanghamitra (a kind of girl's name).

The probable outcome from an ideological pundit at this point might go something like this, "OK dude, shit happens! Don't give much damn to it." And true to this fact, I didn't give any at all. I'm perfectly fine with people spelling me using alphabets non-existent in English language or pronouncing my name by something similar to elephant farts. Unfortunately, there is yet another point of disturbing phenomena and with gravely radiating side effects. What happens when you are suddenly being called upon in your class just to clarify your strangeness? Especially when you are aware that it is simply a non-question? You start to feel strange for the first time and guess what? Your teacher doesn't share your perplexed appraisal of the situation. Similar incidents starts to precede or follow soon, you become outlawed, still understanding nothing of what is wrong.

Readers may think that I'm bitching too much on a rather bland topic with nagging whines stuffed inside. Hell no, I am not! I just want to convey the message that if you are living in a kind of delusional meta-world having these already elaborated mind sets about me, that's completely fine! Simply speaking, I don't care what the heck you think about me or my persona. If you think there are some inept strangeness lurking inside me, that's the way I am. Having some problems with my attitude? Just nail it down and express openly, and if it's not related with you from any angle, just shove it into the nearest toilet you can find. Don't think that I can make a number of friends? Then I don't need that number, bitch! Just shut up and stop complaining, for you are the one who started it. Thus to put in a sentence, I do have better things to do in my life rather than indulging myself in correcting those 'strangeness'. And probably you do have too, so stop grizzling around and get a life.

It's just 1 day the exams are over and things already started to pounce on me! Everything went well for yesterday, a great evening spent on my good friend Mukul's place. I chose to wake up a bit early today just to surf the web before everybody catches on and start to crowd my timeline. And nothing out of usualness, I checked my GMail account for new mails only to find myself in FUD as GMail clearly stated "We believe your account was recently accessed from Israel.” “Holy shit! WTF!”, I almost shouted. I didn’t use a simple password for my account for a really long time, so how did this stuff happen to me?

It is always a delight for me to visit a new place, places where I’ve never been before. I love the way it unfolds for me, presenting the bits and pieces of new culture, people and heritages. Even though for academic reasons, when I first came to Pondicherry, my experience was nothing different. I began to appreciate the people, their originality, helpfulness and enjoying the ways of life. But, there’s a certain period when the bubble bursts, hurling people inside to a harsh realistic world. Parents left for home and suddenly it felt like a huge amount of void appeared out of nothing. Responsibilities became clearer than ever, for nothing other than my own survival, alone.

I was never afraid of taking a duty, especially when it’s for my own interests. So, it did not become a pathetic situation for me where I can’t do anything but cry along (it became like that for so many people in university, mostly for girls). Eventually, I decided to kick start things and everything began to roll out finely. Well, ‘almost’ everything. The first and foremost problem I faced which blew my mind away was the language barrier. More than 85% population of Pondicherry are Tamil and frankly speaking I did not have slightest idea of that language apart from a vague image that it was something really hard to learn for non-Tamils.  And that image isn’t changed as of now. Nevertheless, one has to live. I quickly found out that common people have really impromptu concepts of English and it would be a tough job for me to get them and make them understand me. Regularities didn’t pose any problems for me, since even a dumb guy can express if he needs to get a cup of tea standing beside a tea stall. But soon things went beyond being simple and hilarious incidents started taking places. One for example, our University Canteen -2 doesn’t serves meals (it means a plateful of rice, sambar, some vegetables and a cup of butter milk) before 12:30 PM. Unknowingly, I went there and asked for it, only to be refused and advised to come on or after 12:30. Incidentally, the time was 12:15 then and I replied to the counter “OK, so it’s just 15 minutes to go”. Adding to my surprise, the man on the counter promptly retaliated, “NO NO, DON’T go, stay here!” For a while, I was awestruck and couldn’t manage to tell something. That guy really knocked me out. Just picking the last word of my speech and ignoring the whole of it, he thought I needed to go out and quickly asked me not to do so!

I feel these incidents are more on the funnier side than posing serious problems. Those are the little mischiefs which give some comic relief to otherwise hectic and ultra-dull present lifestyle of mine.

Perhaps, if I was to describe the flow of life here in a single word, I would have said ‘ultra-boring’. Let me elaborate it a bit. What happens if you suddenly take a lad from his own place where he’s laden with his favourite people, friends, relatives; where he’s blessed with almost every kind of entertainment options a middle class family could afford in today’s world to someplace else in between some alien people speaking out-of-the-world languages and nothing but a mobile phone and a 17th century internet connection to keep connection with outer planets? The lad becomes a freak like me (I was a freak even before coming here, just got freakier here!). There’s practically nothing to do for me except attending university business, having some ridiculous foods and sleeping. Talking about food, I am NOT racially abusing someone but Tamil people don’t know how to use spices. It’s really, really hard for us north Indians to cope with the kinds of food they used to have here. Having my lunch and dinner is not an interesting thing now, it’s a kind of forced punishment which I can’t escape for the sake of my health.

Well, I have to assess the experience so far being here on Pondicherry, in fact that is why I started writing ‘Pondicherry Chronicles’, then still there are some little funny interesting things from time to time those bring tiny amounts of enjoyment back on life. I will do my best to bring these twitches down here, as insanely as possible and more than they really are.

P.S. I’m known among the friends and relatives circle for being an insane one with little knowledge of surroundings, be ready to become surprised if you don’t already know me! 

Finally it's finalized! No more hotchpotch of myriad customizing options; just straightforward and simple solution for content-oriented blogging and that's precisely what I'm going to use for my personal weblog Feeling Entity from now on. It seems at last I should get some time for writing stuffs in the web and I don't want that little bit of moment get wasted on maintaining a site rather than adding some juice to it. So, Posterous got selected, to-the-point no frills way to get the job done.

It was a really hot summer noon of weekend last year, I was sitting on a chair, panting. "I really don't like this bloody summer", I said. My mom was nearby and upon hearing me, she asked back, "Then which season you like most, monsoon?".

- "Not exactly, mom. Monsoon is not my favourite."

- "I see, then is it fall or winter?"

- "Well, I think I like the Air Conditioner more than any season, mom." 

Is Wakoopa tracker a spyware application disguised as software usage aggregator?

When I'm discussing with my friends about Windows 7, the Windows enthusiast people in the group always bring the Release Candidate (RC) matter. I'm also feeling very enthusiastic about this speculated RC build. It seems that latest 'leaked' build 7048 have some close connection with the RC, some MS MVPs even started quoting it as the RC build. I managed to have a peek into this particular build on a friend's machine, it's really better than the previous public beta. But I don't think this is going to be the Release Candidate or whatever, this is just a 'internal' build that was not intended to be leaked into general users' hands. In fact, when Neowin almost surely telling that April 10 is definitely set for public release of RC, I think it will be something like build 7060 or 7064 that is going to be selected for RC. Let's see what happens on 10th of the coming month.

UPDATE : I have gone a step forward and even discussed about the most appropriate release date of Windows 7 RTM for MS. Check it out @ http://tinyurl.com/cy2ymc