Technology- Mankind’s End!

As technology develops, so do our lives. We are now inhabiting the world where technology enhances and integrates with most aspects of our lives. We can now send and receive information from any corner of this planet. We can control most of the things using technology. Gadgets are getting smarter day by day. Nuclear weapons are being developed and Artificial Intelligence is the newly found advancement. But these are not the reasons to fear. Okay, they are threatening but not the end. Movies and Media show us that A.I. will take over the world and humans will serve as slaves or some nuclear power will destroy other countries. It will take decades to reach that stage but there are many other alarming things we should worry about. Let’s dive further:


July 26, 2017, 7:30 A.M

I was done with my morning rituals and was reading the newspaper. Almost half an hour later, I was done with the day’s paper and checked my smartphone. It turned into a giant made of scrap and tried to kill me. I wish things could be that obvious. There was a message from Raul07. We had talked about playing Counter Strike together some days ago. It was presumably about it. He asked me to go over to his place. In an hour. Usually, we do not start our days with gaming but I have no problem. He had to go to the Hospital if summoned. He is an intern at a medical school, I don’t know what we call medico interns but he is on his way to being a doctor. Anyway, I decided in favor. I had some chores to do before it.

I dropped the scooter at the service center and walked to Raul07’s house from there. By the time, I reached there it was 10 A.M. First, we had to design an invitation card for a function. It was meant ot be in Hindi and I already knew that either I was going to struggle through it or end with a messed up design. I had designed an invitation for a friend in Hindi before and it was horrible. But, I couldn’t tell him so and we started off. It took us two hours to make a simple looking yet good design. It was not that awesome but satisfactory. Then, we headed upstairs. Next thing was to play the game as it was planned. It had been weeks since the last time I played the game with my wingmates in the college hostel.

In the hostel, we used to play it on the LAN server as we all are connected to the same network. But here we have to make a server. The way was to connect to the same Wi-Fi. I created a mobile hotspot using my phone and we both connected our laptops to it. Let me mention, before we prepared all this, the game was transferred to his laptop and the installation process took around 10 minutes. The added nuisance we were indulging in made it half an hour. I started the game and created the server. He opened his game and tried to connect. It showed “No lobbies..”, that was some error message. No problem. There is nothing in this world which is that easy. I created the host server using his laptop and tried to connect. Some other message was displayed on the screen. Okay, let’s try one more time. I changed the IPv4 settings on both the laptops. I chose the AUTO option on both and tried again to connect in the game. Failed. There is not a sure way to connect the game, in the hostel, we just change the host PC and it works. But here, sitting in the room were only two people with two laptops which apparently refused to co-operate

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Then, I changed the IPs, maybe that would work. After setting up on both the machines, we tried again. “Retrying public XXX.XXX” “Connection failed after 10 retries” this is a common problem while we try to play. And the reasons and resolutions are still unknown. By this time, we had lost our hope. Everything we tried was failing miserably and we were tired out. But we pushed ourselves citing “One last time”. The “one more time” was more than 5 times and we were nowhere. It was 2 P.M. Yes, get yourself into believing that we tried connecting the game on LAN for two long hours. The tiresome environment and the consecutive failures were leading us into a gory depression.

To Be Continued…

Home Sweet Home IX

I boarded the train to Jaipur from Varanasi on July 19. I left the hostel at around 04:15 PM. The train’s departure time was 05:25 PM. Half an hour is the time it takes to reach the Railway Station from the University. But after all, it is Varanasi. There can be a traffic jam anywhere anytime. So, one should keep half an hour extra on hand. I know this very well. Read “Travel…” if you haven’t already. It was a terrifying experience, I remember it every time I am close to getting late to the station. But this time I reached on time. I checked my seat number and went to it. I pushed my bag under the berth and sat comfortably. The train departed fifteen minutes later. So, here I was, heading home again. This time I badly wanted to reach home as soon as possible. The fever a week before had turned me homesick. Since that day, I was counting the days.

The train was late as it usually is. The expected time of arrival was around 3 PM. I had woken up at 8 and there was plenty of time on my hands. I took out my book ‘The old man and the sea’ and started reading it. It is a short novel and I wanted to read it. It took me about two and half hours to complete it. Still, there were two hours till home. Lately, I have been reading very much. So, I took out my phone and started reading the novel ‘A walk to Remember’ by Nicholas Sparks. I found it interesting and also amusing at times. I am through a quarter of it and it is going well. I will complete it soon. Today, I read the news about Chester Bennington’s death. He was the lead singer in Linkin Park. I liked LP’s music since I was 13 years old. It introduced me to alternative rock when I was in school. I felt bad after this news. His songs will be there, inspiring everyone, always.
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At home, everything is perfect. My plan is to stay here for 10 days before I go to college and continue with the next semester. 🙂

A Few Good People

The Saturday before the last Saturday. I was having a headache all day long and fever in the night. It started on Friday with a headache in the night. I visited the Student Health Care Complex on Saturday morning. The doctor called it viral fever and prescribed me the medications. I came back. I took the medicines. It was a three-day course.  After three days, it was a little bit better. Just a bit. It was not enough for me to work normally and roam around. For the three days, I was sleeping on the bed, morning, noon and dark. I didn’t want the same for the next three days. I went to the Hospital on Monday morning. The doctor changed the medicines and asked me to go for a check-up at the Health Complex. The tests were CBC, Dengue and one something that I don’t know. I have to get to the Health Complex from the hospital. I came out of the hospital premises and stood there for a taxi. In a few minutes, it started drizzling. I was not carrying an umbrella. I walked hastily and stood under a tree to save myself. I couldn’t afford to get wet in the shower. My head was already hurting and the fever. An unexpected cold shower could worsen such situation. The rain gained momentum with time. I steadily looked at the road for relief. There! A taxi was coming down my way, I waved my hand and it got past me. I was disappointed. After a while, I started asking for a life. Nobody stopped on their way.
“Usually, some people stop by in a few seconds, what’s going on?” I thought. It was about 7-8 minutes, I got no ride.

I was looking at the people walking on the street with umbrellas. Office goers with their black ones, some with blue. Girls with their printed ones. I was asking every passerby “Can I join you under the umbrella?” but in my head only.  A man about forty was riding a cycle when the rain drops turned round and heavy. He stopped, parked his bicycle under the tree and stood beside me. He looked at me. I looked at him.
“If you are in need of shelter, think about the old people.” he said to me.
I had no answer for this. None. I kept silent, it was not meant to be answered, I think. He saw me waving at taxis and people. When a taxi passed, he stepped ahead and waved at it. It was occupied. He was helping me. I was pleased in an uncommon manner. When we both were done and no one lifted me up,
“Where are you going?” he asked me.
“Health Care Complex” I replied.
“Where is it? The next crossing?”
“The next to next crossing, in front of Broacha Hostel”
“C’mon, I will drop you” he sat on his bicycle.

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Peace.

I was stood there like surprised. A man with his cycle was asking me to sit behind him and was going to drop me to my place which is about 1 KM.
“No, I will get one (taxi) in some time” I politely said.
“The rain has stopped, sit, it may start again.” he smiled.
I sat on the back seat. He started paddling. I was feeling very strange. Something like this was unforeseen.
“The people on bikes and motors didn’t stop for a lift and this man gave me a lift on his cycle.” I wondered.
Few moments and a crossing later “Drop me here, I will manage” I said as I didn’t want to tire him.
“What if the rain starts again while you are standing here?”
I couldn’t say anything. I kept mum for the rest of the time, still in a state of awed wonderment.
He dropped me at the Health Complex and I went in for my check-up. I called home after getting back to the hostel. I shared my surprising story and felt good.

 


The Same Evening, 4:40 PM

I was asked to collect the blood test reports after 4 PM in the evening. So, I locked my room and headed to the Health Complex. In the first try, I got a taxi. I sat and told my destination. He drove to the destination. I asked for the fare.
“Go, I was already going to VT” he said and went on. (VT is adjacent to the Health Care Complex)
“Okay” I walked in the Health Complex, collected my reports and got back to the hostel. Told this again to Mom.


So, the world is not all about money, trade, terrorism, cheating, and crime. It is not what is seen in the news and media. It is not what it is not seen in the media. It is something else. Not all the humanity has died. There are still some good people left. And I realized this in a day. Even a second is enough!

GOT Madness starts again!

Today’s July 14, 2017, and I am sitting in my room. Sun gone, 06:30 PM. Many people and my friends are waiting for July 16. No, they don’t have their birthdays on the same day by some exceptional coincidence nor they have an anniversary. Game of Thrones Season 7 is going to start from July 16. And the show has some die hard fans. People are waiting since 2016 for the season. It looks like that it has gripped their minds. They just praise it, no one objects. But here I am, waiting for July 19. The day I will board the train back to my home. I will go home on that day. I am excited and waiting eagerly for it. I am not excited for GOT, the reason is simple- I never watched it. Yes, I am an alien. I am not from this planet if you are thinking like this, it’s totally acceptable. I never watched a single episode. I have heard my friends going mad telling me that it’s mind-blowingly amazing! I accept that without evidence but I couldn’t convince myself to sit in front of my laptop for 60 hours (6 seasons) and watch a TV show. I find Movies a better choice. At least, in the three hours, there is a conclusion.
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Let’s see when do I turn into a socially acceptable college student. XD

Rainy day = Travel.

Everybody loves rain or says this. No one bluntly denies this fact. They love it or had loved in past, just like their ex. I have always liked it since my childhood. When I lived in Ahmedabad, I used to watch the rain from the balcony. And occasionally extended my arm into the open. And in Jaipur, whatever I may be doing, I get up and run to the front yard and stand there, watching it pour.

I still love it. Whether I am working on my laptop or reading a book, I open the door and stand in the corridor to gaze at the falling drops. And in college, this year, I am falling more and more in love with it. This season, it’s a boon for me. Varanasi witnesses a great monsoon, this year also it is extraordinary. I haven’t seen the sun for last four days. It rains every single day.


The day before Yesterday, July 04, 2017, 06:00 PM

I took bath and decided to go out. I always feel like going out when it’s a shady, rainy day. We have always heard that the Rain spoils people’s outing and picnic plans. They , then, play board games with their friends. But not with me. I love to travel on such a day. I walked slowly to the DG corner and waited there. I hitchhike in the campus usually. I stood there and showed a thumb to every single motorcycle rider. After some minutes, a guy stopped in front of me. I sat behind him. It’s 3 KM ride to the University Main Gate. Halfway through, he asked me
“Are you in a hurry? Should we go fast?”
“No, no problem,” I replied as politely as I could to reciprocate his courteousness.
I peeped at the speedometer to check the speed. We were going at 29 KM/hr, that’s pretty slow.

“He is dropping me to my place and even then asking if it’s okay?So polite” I thought to myself.
“Where do you live?Home?”
“Umm…I live in College Hostel.” I said confused.
“I mean, where are you from?”
“Rajasthan”
“Oh,” he continued “What was your percentage in 12th?”
I told him and he told me about his sister who cleared 12th this year with a good percentage. Higher than me. 😛
“I am going to Sunderlal Hospital” (University gate is 300 meters from the hospital)
“No problem,” I said.
“Where are you heading?”
“Durga Kund”
When we reached Sunderlal, he stopped the bike. I got down but as soon as I did
“C’mon, sit back. I will drop you at the gate.”
“No, I will walk” I tried.
“C’mon, sit back”
I sat down again and he dropped me at my place. I said “Thanks, man”. He showed a wide smile and drove away.

I walked my way to the Tulsi Manas Mandir at Durga Kund. It was drizzling but I was not aware of it till I reached the Temple and saw the drops on the floor. I entered the Temple. The temple is constructed in white marble. This temple has great historical and cultural importance in Hinduism since the ancient Hindu epic Ramcharitmanas was originally written at this place by Hindu poet-saint, reformer, and philosopher Goswami Tulsidas in the 16th century. Verses from the scripture are engraved on the walls inside the temple building.

The temple is a place to visit if you are in Varanasi. It’s more like a museum. There are not only statues of the deities, there are miniature scenes depicting the stories of their lives. Models made out of clay and wood. Some of them moved too. The wooden models moved their heads, played instruments and also waved at the devotees. Cool!

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Tulsi Manas Temple

 

 

After done with it, I headed straight to Assi Ghat. I wanted to witness the most favorite place of Varanasi in rain. I wanted to check if the Ganges is full of water or not? I wanted to check how much I loved the place in the rain?
The place was lively with visitors and local people. There were college students, foreigners, and devotees. Everybody loves such evenings. I strolled on the ghats for about half an hour. There was some music and dance performance was going on, on Tulsi Ghat. I walked back to Assi after some time. It was getting dark. I found the time to be 7 PM. Ganga Aarti was to be done, I didn’t how long would I have to wait, I needed to get back to hostel before 8 PM.
“Anyway, I have seen it so many times, I live here. It’s a sight for the tourists” I convinced myself to go back to the hostel. So, I walked back.

I reached my room at 7:50 PM.


Today is a rainy day too. It rained for about two hours in the afternoon. And it’s raining right now! Monsoon is pretty good here, in Varanasi. The weather forecast shows this:

 

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It’s a week of Rain!!!

 

 

It is soggy and wet all the day.  The road never got dry in the last three days. The clouds pour down every 6 hours or even less. I woke up at 10 AM today and I woke up to the sound of rain. Now, I am going to sleep and that too, to the sound of rain. 🙂 ❤

Area 51? Huh, what’s that?

Before diving into what is this about or why? Let me go back in time.

Some years ago, when I was in school, I played PC games. I still play. But that time, I had no other job in this material world and I played a lot. I was playing GTA San Andreas this day. GTA was a popular game maker those days. It is now more famous with the renowned GTA 5. I was playing the game. I didn’t like driving, so I always typed “ROCKETMAN” and flew around with my jetpack. Once, I was flying around in the Tierra Robada’s Bone County. There is a region in the desert. The structure is fenced with wires and there is Trespassers’ warning sign. People who have played the game know about this. They know exactly what I am talking about. You can’t get in that area, by no means. I was just flying above it and suddenly a missile hit me. Then, another. I was the target of some anti-aircraft missile systems and they were firing at me. You can’t fly around it, they take you down. On the sign on the fencing (yes, you can approach the fences, on foot) reads “Area 69”. I searched the internet for Area 69 and found out more. As gamers know, that the San Andreas map is based on real locations. The cities and everything is inspired by American places. So, what is Area 69’s counterpart in the real world?

Area 51

Area 51 is a mysterious top secret US military base in the Nevada desert. The Uniter States Air Force facility commonly known as Area 51 is a highly classified remote detachment of Edwards Air Force Base. Other names used for the facility include Dreamland and nicknames Paradise Ranch and Home Base.

The remote desert location has been fenced off from the prying eyes of civilians. A 23 by 25 miles no-fly zone for civilian aircraft was imposed over the base and on the ground, and nearby locations Freedom Ridge were declared off-limits by the government. So, the analogy of Area 51 to Area 69 in the game is true.

There are many conspiracy theories around the place. Theorists believe that the remains of crashed UFO spacecraft are stored at Area 51, an Air Force base about 150 miles from Las Vegas, where government scientists reverse-engineer the aliens’ highly advanced technology. Fodder for this has come from a variety of supposed UFO sightings in the area and testimony from a retired Army colonel who says he was given access to extraterrestrial materials gathered from an alien spacecraft that crashed in Roswell, N.M.

But, why? Because the government’s activity is suspicious.

For years the US government denied it even existed. But in 2013 the CIA officially acknowledged its existence and its location was revealed. Its primary use is still unknown. Search the internet, or read Wikipedia. The government never shared anything about it apart from its location. They casually say it’s a site for gunnery practice.

In July 1947 the military sensationally announced in a press release it had found the remains of a crashed flying saucer in the desert. But the following day it retracted the statement, saying it was, in fact, a damaged US Air Force air balloon.

Some say there are alien bodies hidden there. Some say the government is studying alien technology, which they gathered from crashed UFOs and similar space objects. How true are these? Nobody knows.

Days like this…

It’s been an hour and the downpour hasn’t yet stopped. It suddenly started raining. I was sitting in my room, was listening to some music then. Since when I woke up I was thinking about going out. Days like this call me. I can’t be sitting in my room, surfing the net or playing games. I like to roam, see places and have fun. It’s rainy season, so most of the days are going to be like this. And I will feel this urge every day. But it started raining, but this didn’t cease my thoughts. I will wait, it will be over in an hour or so. I will go out, then. I am hoping it to stop. This wanderlust aroused in my heart last year when I traveled to Chandrapur, Ahmedabad, Vadodara, and Rajkot in a week. I fell in love with traveling.

Let’s see whether the Rain God mercies me or not. 🙂

Am I that approachable?

I put on my nice indigo suit, paired with my white shirt. Combed my hair and stepped out of my room. Dressed up perfectly like an Interviewee, I reached the Vishwanath Temple (VT), this evening. People were flabbergasted, yeah, they were not surprised, they were flabbergasted. Surprise fails to express their dropped jaws and winking eyes. As soon as they caught me strolling in front of the Temple, they ran towards me. Girls with papers and pens were asking for my Autograph and couples and old people were taking selfies with their smartphones and laptops.

This was how to lie without making anyone suspicious. I took bath at 6 PM in the evening and did it hurriedly as the weather was lovely outside. I wanted to enjoy it. I am talking much about weather these days since Monsoon has started. I dressed up, combed up my hair and left the hostel. I was in my blue buttoned T-shirt and Capri. I reached the place on time. The right time. There was the usual crowd, college-goers eating out, married couples with their kids picnicking and ‘Romeos‘ just sitting and taking note of everybody entering and leaving the gate. The place is more of a picnic spot or tourist spot than a religious building. The gardens in front of it are the ultimate destination for the students as well as the local people to spend their special evenings. The eateries and juice booths complement this.

“So, what will you do, here, now?” My inner voice asked me.
“Oh…Ahem…See, ATM, I will check my account balance.” I got there and stood outside the glass door.
There was a man inside it, apparently, as the time he took to withdraw money, didn’t indicate that he was even a human. In between the long wait, a young girl with her mother came and stood after me. 1 Minute…2 Minutes…A decade later…
“Is anyone in there?” the girl asked me.
“Yeah” I nodded. I both nodded and said “Yeah” at the same time.
“Can’t she see?” my inner voice questioned. I didn’t know the answer. Nobody does. We ask obvious things and we don’t know why. After completing my errand here, I went on the north part. I took out my phone and turned on the data connection. I was going to check my Whatsapp and Instagram. This is also a rarity for me as there is no signal in the hostel. I positioned myself comfortably with my forearms bearing my weight, with the support from the railing beneath. And the phone in my hand. Little later, a guy came and stood beside me. Lean and short, with a bag on his back. He said, “Are you a student of BHU?”
I looked at him, paused for a second and then answered it affirmatively.
“Which Faculty?”
“Actually, I’m from IIT BHU, not BHU”
“Okay…Can I know your name?”
Then, I felt “Why”. Still, I answered him.
“Do you want to do something else alongside with your studies?”
“Something? Like What?” I was puzzled. I had gotten some slight idea but still, I wanted him to clear the air.
“Something you can do with your college”
“Something what? What, exactly?”
He opened his bag and gave me a pamphlet. It was about some training. Some sort of training I don’t know what about. I took a look and returned it.
“So, you saw me standing here alone, and approached me?” I smiled.
“A friend of mine studies in BHU, he’s pursuing B.Sc… I have come to meet him and thought of visiting VT” he said.
I do not know if he made up all that or it was the truth, which is less likely. But that did not answer my question.
“Why lie, man? I know you are doing your job. Just go away, now.” I said to myself silently.
“OK. I’m not interested” I said and looked away. He went away.
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I scrolled my smartphone screen a number of times in the next 10 minutes. Then, I just started dawdling around, observing people. I saw two old women eating samosas, people with their families and guys on bikes.
“No, I don’t want to, I don’t feel like it now” a girl in black-red clothes cried out, went and sat down under a tree. The guy stood there froze for some seconds and then, with a sad face went after her. He sat beside her and started talking.
“Haha, What a nuisance, it’s good to be single than handling such things” I laughed to myself and walked ahead.

I was on the road, headed towards the hostel. There, outside the Temple, a guy said: “Excuse Me”. I turned at him, he was wearing wide specs and was medium-height, yellow t-shirt. He looked like a college student.
“Is this the biggest market here?”
“Yes…What kind of market?” That was an uncommon question, nobody calls VT a market.
“Like a place to eat or something?” he tried to clarify.
“Umm…Yes, there are some at a crossing called Limbdi Corner too. Not bigger than this, though.” I said to him.
“Okay. Are you a student here?”
“Yes”
“IIT?”
“Yes”
“How far is it (LC)?” he asked.
“Not too much, walking distance.”
“Are you a tourist?”
“Sort of.” After a pause, he said “I’m from KGP, was in Varanasi for a day, so, I thought of checking IIT BHU if it’s better than KGP or not” he smiled.
“Oh.” I was taken aback. I was expecting this.
“Which year?” he asked.
“Second”
“Completed or..?”
“Going to start,” I replied.
“Which year are you in?” I asked.
“Fifth,” he said.
“Okay. Where are the departments and all other offices?” he continued.
“Straight after the crossing”, I pointed my hand.
We parted. I started walking on my way. When I reached IIT Chauraha, I turned back to see if he is coming? He was not. I reached the hostel at 8 PM.

So, you must have gotten the name of this post, now. It’s 2 A.M right now and I am a bit sleepy. Catch you later!

Don’t Stop the Rain

I heard my phone ringing. Intuition informed me that it’s early morning. I looked out of the window, in front of my bed’s foot. It was bright. “It must be Mom” I knew it.

We talked for some time. The phone call worked as an alarm. Or I would have been sleeping till 11. It saved my day. I don’t like waking up in the noon. It’s drizzling outside. And the meteorological conditions are cool. Simply, it’s a little lower temperature and I have turned off the cooler and fan. 😛
A good start for a day. I like Rain. Whether it’s morning, afternoon or night. I bumped into Bozo in the washroom. I came to know that the rain started at around 5 AM and it is still continuing. Good. Please don’t stop the rain! It’s monsoon. Yesternight, I was feeling a bit perturbed, I wanted to do something. Read a book or watch a movie. But couldn’t convince me as it was late in the night and had to sleep. But I will watch some anime movies that are on my list in the coming days.  And yes, the name of this post is inspired by a Rihanna song. 😛
Catch you later.

July, be nice to me!

We are already half way into 2017. June’s gone and today is the first day of July. The weather outside is peaceful and clouds are hovering over. They are staring at the ground, looking for a perfect time to let off the load. I am thinking about going out and have some walk. But I have work to do. At present, many devils are fighting each other trying to convince me with them. One says “Go out and have fun”, another one claims “It’s monsoon, every day is going to be like this, do your work”. And one is confused, just like me. I don’t know what I am gonna do now.
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Yesterday, I designed a wallpaper for my laptop which is deliberately about me. I wanted something that sums up my life. It made me feel happy. It is my Facebook Cover now. Yesterday’s evening was also a fine one. I went out to the agricultural fields and sat down beside the Fish Pond. I carried a notebook and a pen. I wrote down the scene in the notebook, in Hindi. I also wrote some poems in Hindi, for the first time. I don’t know about their quality but I am content. Summers are going to end. My internship with Divaswapna too, just 20 more days. Then, the second year of college will begin. I am excited. Let’s wish that July is nice! 🙂