The Dreaming Tree

1:30 AM
Purple moor, purple road and the purple moon. High on life and high on an organic group that he otherwise hated. As he stumbled towards his dry abode, an uninteresting square room with three equally boring companions, the lucid truth of the situation struck him down like talons on a wet toad. A mini fortune had turned him into this no holds barred, truth speaking, finger pointing, opinionated 19 year old with an extremely full bladder. Ignoring nature, he squatted on the road, head in his hands and a surprisingly clear series of thoughts. Wasn’t I supposed to be this way?, he asked himself.. Was I supposed to be locked in social chains of unwritten rules and approximate protocol? He allowed himself a smirk, my vocabulary’s increasing, thought he. And with the swiftness that sobriety often robs us of, he decided to act this way, always, to rid himself of the hesitation and apprehension that this world had given him in a gift wrapped heart shaped box.

Next Morning
9 AM
That dude is high! Take that for an entry. Reception as expected, recorded his mind, almost half mechanically. His plan was working, at least till now, his new policy of near transparency had left people stunned, bemused and a few times pleased. He had worked his way through situations that previously would’ve got him nowhere, with (yes this may sound corny) honesty. He finally struck down with venomous wrath on every little thing that seemed mentally constricted, forming this vague sense of belonging. And as he tucked into bed that night he prayed to god, hoping to have dreams of his favourite actress without her make up, for once.

5 years later
Our man had turned from ‘he’ to ‘HIM’, capitalization intended. A young man with the following of a pastry next to an ant hill. Hundreds now followed suit, mingling with his almost divine realization to produce a delicate imbalance in society that often reminded people of Lok Sabha sessions of the recent past. It was only after the above stated comparison was assimilated by the leaders of the world, that they realized immediate action was necessary. This world was not big enough for both of them. And the papers talked about it for quite some time, the rocket full of madmen.

That dear reader was my experiment with insanity. A little reminder that if you play with fire you get burnt. Before I place one final period on this rare message I would quote one of my favourite sons, who once said that there are two men in this world, the smart one who adapts to the situation and changes as per the society, and the stubborn one, who foolishly tries to change the world to his liking. Hence, of course, all the change in this world depends on the latter. So go ahead, get burnt.

Its been a long time, oh faithful reader who hath stumbled upon my blog (for the first time most probably).

On my recent trip to NITK, Surathkal I learnt quite a few things. But the biggest realization came out of the blue, or , well, black of outer space.
The beach next to which the college is so comfortably parked is a a 5 minute walk from the main gate. A walk that leads through eerie residential colonies, where all Hitchcock's of inspiration lives. On an innocent journey through this very road, our group found themselves in the middle of a blackout. The Karnataka power grid had seemed quite consistent in its inconsistencies and as in the previous occasions the probability that there would be light was, at best, negative.

So what do we do on a moonless night stuck in the middle of nowhere in complete darkness? I looked up at the heavens only to realise why god had created load scheduling and power cuts. It was alive with a million stars twinkling for our attention, another chance to play join the shiny dots and conjure constellations. And then it all came back, like the swat kats were bored of the past master and sent him to me.

I recalled how I once told a debate judge I wanted to be an astronaut. How I watched every moon documentary there is. How my first chemistry lab absolutely fascinated me. How my first physics lab's staff had to throw me out to make sure I did not camp through the night there. How I hated (and still hate) biology. How I wanted to study science and engines and trains and machines and generators and motors and circuits all my life.

Now languishing where I languish I wonder all those ambitons have faded away. Its as if they have been smothered. By an educational system that laughs when you are shocked by 440 V machines. That would trip you rather than warn you to look before you leap. A system where positive means lack of negative.

And most of all by an individual who wishes he was forewarned, who wishes he could sit in an armchair and learn all he wants to without having balding professors with crooked noses and twisted minds glaring down and monitoring every move as if his pupils were sick animals in a rundown zoo.

And here's the KO, an educational system that justifies all of the above and adds a prickly reminder, but no answer, to every question raised. And before you leave the room this cynical system will remind you its core value, change implies rebellion, and rebellion deserves death.

New Year? Bah! Humbug!
humbug humbug humbug.
What a funny word!

Back to college then, back to insanity. Back to my lovely room, with the lovely pictures. Back too cute cows and lovable dogs and irritating gaudy round letters on silly pictures of fat half naked women and hairy moustache sporting men.

Back to using commas.

I'm an avid mobile phone gamer and to say that I've played a lot of games would, well, do gross injustice to the punishment that my phone buttons have endured. So to blow me away, a game would have to be more than great, and well Super Sketcher is the Superman of more than great.

The entire concept itself is absolutely amazing. You're a bored student in a class and you sketch a hero. Now this hero dude has to do hero stuff (obviously) like run at 200 mph on obstacle courses. Now you, the bored student (I did not need to say that lol ), are supposed to draw things with your pencil to help him overcome the obstacle course. Like different shapes to help him jump and/or lines to bridge gaps.

Difficulty is optimum. Its easy enough for you to stay addicted and difficult enough to not blaze through it.

And if this game has the ability to unhook me from Pokemon Black and Final Fantasy II (both on an amazing gameboy emulator that uses my A & B buttons), its certainly got the right stuff.

176x220 Version


I cant put the 320x240 one up because it dont support large scale piracy. :P

Once in a while I like to lift my royal arse and transfer it to a slightly more mundane and cliched seat.
Well this is the "once in a while" and the here goes the mundane shit (not pertaining to arse in anyway though :P)

Winners 2007:

1.Porcupine Tree
Who else can make both Fear Of A Blank Planet and the Arriving Somewhere concert. Hail to the Wilson.

2.Team India
For kicking some English, Paki and T20 ass.
NOTE: When an Indian from India says "Paki" in cyberspace is it considered racial? We better ask Gordon White, errr.. or is it Brown?

3.Firmware Hackers
For making Sony Ericsson/Nokia/Siemens encryption seem like a joke.

4.The Indian Stock Market (BSE, NSE's too insignificant lol)
For riding the economic boom harder than Jenna Jameson.

5.Raju Anna
For keeping me alive.

6.us
For completing 4 years.

Losers 2007

1.The United States Of America
For having a government almost as smart as Grassie the Grasshopper.

2.General Musharraf
For turning Pakistan into Afghanistan.

3.Indian Police
Hmmpph, Do I really need to say anything? BIGGEST LOSER.

And I guess I'll leave it at that. 2007's been kind to me and I hope its been to you too. If not play you could always play PACMAN :D here-------->
Cheers.

This post is kinda out of the context of my contextually themed blog, theme being non-sensically equated to this nonsensically gorgeous sentence.

Anyway I love my W550i and I hope you do to. Here's a dump of stuff you can mod your phone with. This because its kinda rare to find stuff for the phone and no one really creates stuff for it now, except of course, me. :P
This dump will be kinda useful when my comp dies too, which has happened thrice already, hinting at a feline computer.

UPDATE 3/1/2008
-New Acoustic Added!
-Added new camera driver!
UPDATE 2/1/2008
-Added Led Zep Skin

1.WALKMAN SKINS(requires sysgfx)
-Walkman Black
-Walkman EXUS LITE Orange
-Pink Floyd by Me
-NEW!! Led Zep Skin :D

2.Graphics (also requires sysgfx)
-Pack 1
-Linux Pack
-RHCP style Volume Indicators :D

3.Acoustic Drivers
-My Acoustic Pack 1
-Depeha's OtM extreme editted to remove OtM
-NEW!! mAdMix 1.2

4.Camera Drivers
-Version 5.5
-Camera Driver 2
This ones a little special. Its low on brightness so EV changing is a must. But the good part about it is it takes amazing pictures in dimly lit places. There's no graininess and pictures are smoother. I'd recommend using both these drivers, you could use the camdriver to /other/drv patch and change drivers on the phone itself. You dont need to restart the phone to see the effect. Just change drivers and start the camera!

5.Useful Tools
-main2raw(remove .zip and extract as .rar)
-Halmer Certificate With Key
-Icon Extractor for FW

6.VKP Patches(entire pack)
-Here
Includes ALL patches EVER made/ported for W550i :)

Cheers!

Continuing its moral responsibility of quite clearly spelling out the reality of things, my blog has stumbled upon a great secret uncovered in a sting operation. The following report has been compiled after the author put his life on the line so that you, his faithful labrado...errr.. I mean reader, know the truth and only the truth.
Here goes..

In 1959, Gujarati businessman Prafulbhai Bodomwalle migrated from his poverty ridden life in Gujarat to his real home at Gujjufoundland,New Jersey. There he lived a lonely life till he met local supermodel and crime fighting blonde rockstar Spankie Sandstorm.
They instantly fell for eachother and decided to copulate.
After the birth of their first 2 children, the couple often engaged in domestic warfare and when Spankie discovered chemical weapons the 2 children decided to live with their neighbours.
The kind family of Jaswinder "Joe" Sachdevani welcomed the children like the were their own. They were given a special kennel each and were chained with fairest of chains made from pure silver.

Soon Jaswinder became their mentor. He played the electric guitar quite well and taught the 2 children all they know, which is not much actually.
In a slightly unrelated twist Jaswinder Sachdevani later legally renamed himself to Joe Satriani and is now bald.
The two children (who have requested anonymity and hence shall be called Choto Bodomwalle and Moto Bodomwalle(names changed)) founded Children of Bodom, a band that excels in using regurgigative re-production and electromechanical feedback to create music Jaswinder would be proud of.
Here's a section of the freewheeling chat with them:

me:So the truth is out! Do you guys feel lighter now?
CB:Not exactly, it has'nt helped since our fan base is either red neck americans or really uncoothe north indians and neither like gujaratis.

me:So are you gonna deny this report when it is published?
MB:Yes, of course.

me:Dont you think its kinda stupid you already told me that?
CB:Whhhat theee ****? you call me stupid?? Wait till I get my.. (advances menacingly)
MB:Choto! Gadhedo che kya?!? (throws him a bone that Choto gladly accepts)
(to me) Please leave. I dont wish to bite you.

DISCLAIMER: The author disclaim all claims made in the above article.