Save the laptop? Naah, save the White Tiger!


The Daily Post asked me if I remembered anything from yesterday’s writing prompt, which was focused on fire.

Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

Unfortunately, WordPress dearest, I did not have the time to write yesterday. Anyway, now that you’ve given me a second chance, I’ll tell you about it all.

What would I save first of all? There’s no thinking to it… my laptop goes first. Always.

My poor little lappy has been suffering from all sorts of attacks since a few days. I got to know that two of my USB ports weren’t working, and took them to the place where I bought my Dell laptop.

“Hello sir, I think two of my USB ports aren’t working…”

“Oh, worry not, dear customer! I know that it is just a software problem. Just pay me 350 rupees, and your laptops USB ports will be as good as new.”

“Software, you say?”

“Ah, yes. And we also check for other stuff in your system.”


“Do visit us in the evening to collect your laptop.”


That evening, they had told me that they had made everything right, and I was more than happy to hear the positive news. Now nothing could go wrong… except everything.

The moment I came home and checked, I was sure of it. I wanted to call those people right away…  and yell at them, but resisted. The ports were not working, not one of the damaged two. And they had told me everything was alright.

But there was always the third USB port for me, so I didn’t take my laptop to them again, and life went on… until one fine day, my laptop decided to show me something out of the ordinary. My lappy knows that I like seeing new stuff.

It suddenly stopped working and showed me a navy-bluish screen that had some scary looking stuff written on it. It told me that my hard disk space was full, and I had no memory space left in my lappy. And that was enough to make me fumble with all the keys to make my computer do something. But alas, it did not change its screen one bit.

And finally I came up with something. I pressed the power button like a ninja till it had no other option but to shut down. And it finally did shut down. But d’you know what happened when I restarted it?

It did not utter a single thing.

And I checked the space in the C drive, where all my programs had huddled together. And I was shocked.

It said that there was 30GB free space.

Now I was speechless. Had I been dreaming all along?

But however, everything was okay and all I had to do was to continue doing my stuff… and I didn’t bother much with it because I felt that the Bluestacks thing I had uninstalled could’ve made a bit of space in my system. But I was still suspicious… even though uninstalling the useless app (which doesn’t anyway work in my laptop for reasons that only my lappy would know) would amount for a considerable freeing of memory, it could make space for only about a few GB. It’s 30 free-memory-king GB I’m dealing with here.

But I decided to carry on nevertheless…. until I noticed that the memory space in my C drive was fast filling up. Again. And I didn’t bother to take it seriously until I got the same blue screen error the second time. And this time, after seeing 30 GB of free memory, I decided enough was enough, and took the patient to his doc.

And my lappy’s doc told me that it was all because of a virus. He told me that using a free version antivirus is not very beneficial… although I have to highly disagree on this. Avast was such a smartie! It detected and blocked many threats for me until I had used it… which had been only about a month.

As he recommended K7 antivirus for about 450 rupees and another 350 for service, and because I thought he might know his stuff, I handed him the 800 easily.

And yesterday… I noticed something interesting. Something the laptop guy couldn’t have guessed.

I realized the space in my C drive was slowly filling up… again. So… isn’t it better for you to burn, lappy dearest? I might as well get myself a new one.

My laptop wrinkles its cyber-whiskers in extreme fear.

“Burn, baby burn!” Into ashes. So that I can get rid of them in a river. (But the fact is… I wouldn’t be able to do this for real. I’m way too deep in love with it to do this to it)

But oh look! The house’s burning down! Let’s get some stuff out,eh?

I’d better get a few nice stuff from my closet… or maybe not, because I can’t think of anything “nice” existing in there. Anyway, I’m out, mum’s out, dad’s out. What else do I need?

White Tiger

Maybe my little pet white tiger Kipper… poor thing, how could I have forgotten about him? He was my best friend in my childhood days… er.. still is! Who wouldn’t want to save their sweet little white tiger from the fire?

It might sadden you to know this, but Kipper is actually a stuffed toy. I didn’t want to erase the great picture off your mind, but I’m not Miss Brave anyway.

So Kipper, here I come!

On the go…


Right now, I’m travelling… on a bus… homeward bound… from college.

Mom will be anticipating me to reach correctly for dinner, and I’m going to be on time for dinner, as always. And right now, getting an ideal chatting partner would be lovely, though I have already got a very nice person beside me to chat. In fact, even now, she’s chatting  with me.

And now, since I have a little charge in my laptop, and since there was nothing better to do, I thought I’d open my laptop and login to my blog. And what do we have here? The Daily Post asks me: What person whom you don’t know very well in real life — it could be a blogger whose writing you enjoy, a friend you just recently made, etc. — would you like to have over for a long chat in which they tell you their life story?

And now, this woman’s stop is going to come, and she’s going to get down. And I will be all alone… or maybe not, because there’s another woman beside her, who also talked to me, and might consider chatting more. You see, it takes almost two freaking hours to reach home from college, and most of the time, I’m all alone. Most of the time, I do not get chatter-women as my seat-mates and most of the time, there’s no charge left in my laptop. But yesterday and today were certainly not ‘most of the time’; I was lucky enough to get lovely chatting women as my seat-mates.

But who would I call my ‘ideal’ seat-mate, you ask, do you not, Daily Post dearest?

That person is non-existent. Let’s call him/her X. Let’s make it ‘him’, because I find guys fascinating. Let’s call him ‘X’.

X likes to wander wherever his legs take him, Now and again, he goes trekking on the mount Dottabetta, and he’s once visited the Himalayas, too! And he has a warm smile that’s inviting just like the woman beside me(because I need at least that much to approach a person for a chat), and he thinks he has room for one more to accompany him in his adventures.bus-157723_640

He wanders off into the forests every now and then. He knows Italian. He makes cool electronic stuff with a few transistors and things. He’s a computer geek and knows Javascript and PHP — which I do not know. He has programmed a desktop software and a web app once. And he shoots like a professional killer. X knows swimming, to rollerskate, to do all things of the crazy sort.

And the most important thing: he likes to teach all these to someone.

“And that’s enough, Mr. X. Please do sit beside me and teach me all the stuff that I can learn from you. And I’d be very, very interested to join you in your adventures, now that I know that there’s room for one more.”

And to this question, my ideal chatter seat-mate would say ‘yes!’ And that is all I need!

Alright! I’m almost home. I need to get off the bus in a few minutes, and it’s 8 pm already. I’d better stop thinking of non-existent thrilling stuff and get back to the reality that awaits.

Our final year project

DSCH software window.

The Daily Post had been asking us: Do you have a good friend or close relative with whom you disagree on a major issue (political, personal, cultural)? What’s the issue, and how do you make the relationship work?

Three students can do a project together.

We got that as a notice, and it was final. We were hoping that five of us could do a project together, because the last time we all gave a seminar together, it turned out very good except for the part where I messed things up and we thought we’d all be in this together again, but no. They had said that only a maximum of three students could do a project together.

We never thought about one or two of us doing it alone… if three’s the maximum limit, then three members we will be. And so, we began hunting for one more member so we could split ourselves into three (although my friends told me strictly not to be very kind and invite the girl beside me over, because she doesn’t work at all… I’d taken a seminar with her before and I knew it, so I agreed, even if it was rather reluctantly). We were last benchers — something I’m proud of, even now. Three of us from the last bench (Me, D and G) and two from the second-last(B and N). And we knew that the four girls of the third bench who always stuck together had to sacrifice one anyway to some team, so we asked them, and M from the third-from-the-last bench said she’d join us.

And we were all set — six girls, ready to split in two teams.

You see, the adage ‘birds of a feather flock together’ had been so right. I never knew myself, D and G fit in so well until later… B and N were really good friends (more like the studying sort, completely different from us back-benchers) yet we were sure that everything will be okay.

Myself, D and G had thought of forming a group. After all, we were of the same bench! But the intelligent D, thinking that we won’t be able to concentrate on our project if we work with our close friends, decided that she will not work with G. (Although myself and D were not a safe combination as well)… and it so happened that after a week or two… everything was decided. Myself, D and B, who resides in front of my house, were a team. D reasoned that it would be perfect for me to work with B because our houses were just a few feet away from each other, and only one person had to actually travel.

D is known for her intelligence, and after she gave such a solid reason, all of us felt it was a wonderful plan. And so, G joined with N and M. And we were all set. Both our teams had gone early before the other teams and had chosen the same professor to guide us. And both teams had chosen VLSI as our domain, and our professor even began talking to us about the topics that he could assist us with, about whatever topic we had to select in VLSI.

We had decided to choose the topic later, as we had been studying VLSI only then, and knew nothing about the subject. We had formed teams so early because of the pressure from our HOD. But after this semester, we all came back to our professor and pondered over the topics yet again… and our team chose to so something with ‘LDPC codes’, while the other team was undecided. After the semester holidays, our team had arrived at a solid decision: ‘to construct an adder circuit using LDPC codes’, while the other team was contemplating if they’ll also take LDPC codes as their topic. We were really all set this time. Both our teams got ourselves pdfs related to the basics of ‘LDPC codes’ and began studying, because our professor had said that we had to study a lot about these codes, ’cause we didn’t know anything about these yet.

And D and G(from the other team) and myself promised him we’d work hard. Everything was finally set for us…. or so we’d thought.

While we were in the midst of this, B, our team-mate(the girl next door) abruptly said that we had to actually leave everything to a project center and take it easy. Now D and myself were people who didn’t spend money just like that (and mind you, a project in a project center costs approximately 15,000 rupees, meaning I had to give 5,000 rupees away to some group of people because I just didn’t feel like doing my project)… they’d do everything for you… from preparing PPTs to teaching you how to answer the questions you’re asked in your project reviews, they do it all. You don’t even need to know what you’re doing… just mug up what they ask you to, and spit it out in the reviews, and you’ll be all good.

Apparently, D, G and myself did not like this idea. N didn’t like it too, because she’s kind of frugal.

And with only B in our team rooting adamantly for taking our project to the project center, we began making frequent calls to each other and quarrelling in the phone. B was very, very firm that she would NOT give up. But after she knew that she really couldn’t do anything, because she was practically asking the majority of the team to adjust with her, and on top of that, asking us to pay ridiculous amounts for what could be done for free… and going against our wishes. There really wasn’t any other option for her but to shut herself up and co-operate with us, really. Then, she thought of doing the project alone, in some software company (not because of us, mind you… external projects are highly valued, and she thought of trying her luck, but alas..)… but it seemed that it wasn’t really possible, and she came back to us.

And so, we began working on LDPC codes, and we thought we were finally stable now, and everything was really, really set! We were about to do our project!

That was when B came up with something other than a project center… she told us that she’d heard that one of our classmates did a project based on an IEEE paper and finished it within a week! My jaw hung at that. Back then, I didn’t know there was this method in which students simply picked up a base paper and just placed a few extra transistors over it and told the world that they had modified it and bam, the project would be over. I and D despised the idea… we were girls who believed we need to put a little bit of effort in what we did. Though I’m lazy in many ways, I wanted to actually know what I was doing.

But B thought otherwise.

And so, the dispute started… about which project we were going to take up. D and myself were firm since day 1 about the project, but B kept oscillating… and we didn’t quite like it. In fact, it was much more than ‘not liking’… we were… we were… furious…

Let’s just say that we didn’t have many a pleasant conversation after that.

B in our team and N in theirs, both were fixed on IEEE based projects now. Both were a good pair back in the second-last bench, and we three last benchers felt it was a mistake trying to split ourselves. After all, we three had craved to continue LDPC, but it wasn’t even possible to change teams right now. It was too late.

I thought we would never end up doing what B says, because, she was just the minority. In their group though, G was the only one who was like us, so theirs didn’t have a chance, but we still had. We both (the majority) wanted to continue what we had just started. I knew that poor B had to give up.

Many lovely conversations, and a few days later…

We had come down to B’s plan. She was so firm that she said “I will come only if you people do that one.” And we two didn’t have an answer for that. Sure, we both were tougher girls, and we could definitely fight better, but we thought that instead of spending months together quarrelling with each other, it was best to finish it soon. We were not keen on spending a lot of time with her.

Though B had a valid reason of suggesting all that (that we have to get out of town and back everyday this semester for classes, and we wouldn’t find enough time to do this), I still didn’t like the way she thought everything should be done the way she says. I’m a very adjusting person, and if she probably requested me, I would’ve been with her in this.

But what’s done is done, and we are back to being friends, ’cause I cannot be that way with anyone for long. But D hates her now, for all B’s done to achieve this. And even when I talk to D about B, her despise is so contagious that I speak a few words behind B’s back, like how adamant she is. I feel it’s wrong, because I had thought that I, of all people, do not talk behind people’s backs, but this time, maybe I am proving that I’m also human, after all.

But anyway, I put on a smile and talk to her without any hate whenever I’m with her… and she smiles at me too, and things are almost normal… from the surface.

And things will always be so.

And we will finish our project soon.

Banned from DreamWorld!


The Daily Post used to give us daily prompts promptly at 6 or 7 o’ clock in the evening. Now, it’s eleven, and the prompt has arrived… rather not-so-promptly.

Today, we bloggers were asked: Let’s assume we do, in fact, use only 10% of our brain. If you could unlock the remaining 90%, what would you do with it?

Well… normally, all others use 10% of their brain, but I’m afraid I use only 3% of what the others use. Three percent of ten percent… that is, 0.3%. If a person who on average uses 0.3% of her brain is able to use 90% of her brain (I hope it does exist somewhere in the upper storey), then she would definitely try to overtake Bill Gates, will she not?

“Five… four… three… two… one… preparing to land…”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Welcome to your destination… DreamWorld.”

I’d have been owning some company called ‘Nanosoft Corporation,’ and Bill Gates would have been casting his envious eyes upon my wonderful, gargantuan building that would pay twice the amount Microsoft employees are paid. Wherever you walk into my Nanosoft Corporation building, you’ll find fully solved Rubik’s cubes lying around in every corner. And you might find a few Calculus sheets lying here and there, too. I tend to be messy and lazy most of the time at times.

My to-be dream corporation -- Nanosoft group of companies.

My to-be dream corporation — Nanosoft group of companies.

And if you visit my house, you might find paintings similar to that of Leonardo Da Vinci… okay, perhaps with not exactly the same brilliancy as his paintings have, but something similar… After all, that genius is said to have applied science to his paintings to make them look mesmerizing. The portrait of Mona Lisa is a very good example… her smile looks mysterious because he is said to have applied an illusion method in his painting to make the portrait look as if she’s smiling whenever the viewer is not directly looking at the celebrated figure. If I could apply much more than Leonardo himself, then perhaps my paintings would be tenfold better?

My version of the Mona Lisa painting would be exactly like this one.

My version of the Mona Lisa painting would be exactly like this one.

Knock, knock!

This is when Reality knocks at my door. I crouch beside my door, away from the probing eyes of the devil and press myself tight to the door. I don’t want to face him right now. Not right away.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Who’s there?”

“Open up!”

“Is it Reality?”


“Then who?”


Wow. It was not Reality, after all. I jump up and down like a spring in a wrecked sofa, and finally get up.I slowly open my door out of curiosity. If it had not been Reality, then who was it? The new person from overseas, Miss Carefree Reverie, perhaps?

I get instantly greeted a cold bucket of water on my face.

“Whoa! What was that for, Mr. Rudeboy?!”

“I am anti-desire, and have come to wake you up from your dream. Though Reality has gone for a vacation to Antarctica, I often tap on silly brains of the lazy fellows and give them dosage that reminds them of their true self and to stop them from being an internet junkie.”

I shiver with the cold water seeping through my skin. I knew that the ‘internet junkie’ thing was aimed at me, but decide not to quarrel with him on that.“Why are you doing this to me, Mr. Rudeboy?”

He shrugs. “I’m just doing my job.”


“Just like WordPress has an anti-spamming facility, DreamWorld has an anti-desire-ing facility to make people realise they have better things to do in life than submerge themselves in greed.”

Oh right. “I’m glad they do. But what better things?”

The little Mr. Rudeboy gives me a disgusted look, and then gestures me to wait; oh good, he’d better show me what those “better things to do” were, because I already have a feeling I’m doing no”thing” with my life. Mr. Rudeboy’s fingers inch towards the shiny silver button on the side of my head.

Oh no!

Within a flash, Rudeboy moves forward and presses it, even before I could react and push him away from me. He had been the anonymous Mr. Dangerboy all the time, and I had just mistaken him for Mr. Rudeboy. My words wouldn’t come out of my larynx after I realized my end in this world was near. Deep cries erupt from the base of my throat, but die away before they reach my mouth.

Two milliseconds later…

I had been pulled out of DreamWorld and Rudeboy had me banned eternally from entering the fabulous world of dreamy WordPress daily prompts and fun bloggers. I was slowly falling, falling… into a fathomless hole… deep into something that could very well be a new universe

And I landed. And when I looked up and pivoted my neck, looking around, getting accustomed to the strange place where numerous paintings had been placed, a wave of recognition swept over me.

I was in the Louvre Museum.

I looked straight ahead and saw Mona Lisa smiling directly at me, although it seemed she wasn’t exactly smiling. Actually, she seemed to be mocking me. And for a split second, I felt as if her picture came alive and talked out loud: “Leonardo would have laughed at you, had he been alive.”

And I knew it. He would really have.

Circuit connections?


The Daily Post had been asking the bloggers: Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.

Forgive me, I linked this post to a wrong place and the ping-back thing had not appeared at all yesterday in wordpress… But now that I’ve noticed, I’ve changed the link…

The last time the Daily Post had asked me to look at a random sentence in a book, I had been lazy and took out an ebook, and wrote from that. I didn’t even have a book nearby. But today, however, I had a book at arm’s length. A very dangerous book, though — Linear Integrated Circuits, because I don’t even know what to write about it. Anyway, I hoped that I’d get some text about a transistor or something, and I’d write a little bit about it and somehow escape.

But do you know what I found on page number 82?

Circuits and equations

Page No. 82 of Linear Integrated Circuits, Second Edition, written by D. Roy Choudhry and Shail B. Jain

That’s right, I found this. I never expected something of this sort to pop up, given that I haven’t touched this book in years (then you must be asking why exactly this book was on my table? I really don’t know why I took it out… I kind of missed it a teeny weeny bit, maybe… but I never once opened it… and it lay there for weeks like that).

Now, let’s zoom in a bit before we start our story. I have a mobile that doesn’t have a camera (for now), and my mother’s phone has a basic camera, and I never once in my life enjoyed the high-definition-photography experience, so you might not be able to look at the above picture without hurting your eyes. I’ll take another picture of the thing I want you to see in the page — in a close-up view. With the same ol’ Nokia phone of my mother’s of course…

The circuit we're going to talk about.

The circuit we’re going to talk about.

So, here… I see three transistors in the circuit. Do you see them? They’re the little things that look like vessels that can hold water temporarily, to be simply put. You do see one transistor at the left, and the zig-zag line beside it, don’t you? Meet Res, the sweet li’l resistor and his step-mum. Two others are on the right side, and labelled Q2 (the lower one) and Q3 (the upper one). You might have a bit of difficulty spotting the letters in this photograph, because Nokia’s excellent in its own way, providing me security and privacy from the cyber-strangers that are my blog readers. After all, you cannot let strangers look at your photos… It’s smart, in its own way, but no one ever acknowledges it as a ‘smartphone’, my mother’s yellowy Nokia, while the other phones that disclose their master’s/mistress’ top secret photos clearly, giving no room for imagination, the poor unimaginative, traitors of the cellphone owners are often celebrated as the smart ones.

People keep on misunderstanding the non-touchscreen, less-than-2-mega-pixel-camera phones. After all, as they say, it’s not where’re you’re born. It’s about where you die, about how much you’ve accomplished on earth. And my phone is not dead yet, (third hand and working better than it’s touch-screen counterpart) and has lived on this earth for many years without diagnosis or treatment, unlike one of its young, touch-screen counterparts, which is right now in its coffin.

They say it’s of 2 MP — MP is for Mega Pressure, and is a measure of how much pressure the cellphone’s owner is likely to face. Other touch-screen devices cause much more Pressure to their masters and mistresses, for upto 8 MP, but at the end of the day, those stupid phones are the most celebrated ones. Strange are the ways of the world… Shutterstock photos don’t come with a watermark for nothing! Shutterstock knows how to protect its stuff… and so does my mother’s phone. Conceal is the new cool 😀

Anyway, I think I have lost my cute little transistor triplets while trying to defend my mother’s camera, because dear Q2 here is running towards Q1 (the one clever transistor in the left that did not disclose its name to you earlier).

“How could you do this to me, Q1? It was I who had given the brilliant idea of adopting the homeless little resistor, but how could you keep him all by yourself?”

“Do you want me to tear him down to two so that I can give you a half, now, Q2? Oh, come on! Grow up, don’t you!”

“I will never send you the divorce papers unless you promise me to give the poor li’l resistor back to me… after all, I wanted to have him first.”

“It’s not a matter of being first in doing something, Q2, it’s all about who Res needs right now. Even if you appeal to the court, I know that I’ll win the case. All judges are known for placing the child under their mother’s custody.”

“But you’re not his mother, Q1! We still have –“

“Stop bothering about me and get lost, Q2. Never ever stand in front of me again. Didn’t I tell you this already?”


“No Buts. You marry your darling Q3 as you had planned and have as many Resistors as you can with that stupid excuse of a transistor. Now leave.”

“But, I wasn’t –“

“Oh yes, you were.”

“I didn’t even mean –“

“Oh yes you did, Q2! There’s no point in defending yourself after you’ve come this far.”

“Mama!” cried the silent Resistor from beside.

“Oh, Resistor honey, I forgot to feed you! Wait a minute, I’ll switch on myself and allow the current to your side.”


“Oh, shut up, you traitor. Get away! Run to that deceitful Lady Q3 of yours.”

“Ma! Isn’t that supposed to be… um… Papa?”

“What’re you talking about, hon? There’s no such thing as that in this world. Who keeps teaching you nonsense?”

“There’s no such thing as Papa?”


“Then why does that transistor-man often visit this house? You aren’t having any illicit relationship with him, are you?”

“Air-headed Ungrateful Resistors be damned…”

“What did you say, Mama?”

“You look absolutely handsome in your new tri-color rings, honey!”

“That I am.”

Faith: the K-Drama


The Daily Post asked me about the last time I really had faith in something. Whether I had faith in anything, I myself do not know. I however, have written this post to discuss with you people about something my best friend strongly loves… having faith. And there’s this K-Drama, which, according to her, had portrayed the meaning of ‘faith’ really well.

Faith… In this drama, the Korean star Lee Min Ho is a General who’s supposed to take care of the King, putting his own life on the line. But, he also happens to make promises with his own life. And when he fails to keep his promise to the female MC, he’ll make her stab himself to death!


From the left: People acting as.. King of Goryeo, Queen, warrior Choi Young, the Doctor (Yoo Eun Soo), the villain, the villain’s sister!

The story is all about one thing… faith. Blind faith. Something that cannot be found in real life. We all (K-Drama fans in our college) did see the drama. Most of us had labelled it ‘boring’ by then, and went on with our works… until my friend unearthed the Drama from the depths of her laptop’s folders and finally thought of watching it. Okay, maybe people still consider it boring, but she still finds a great deal of hidden meaning in it. She says she wants to meet someone as trustworthy as the General ‘Choi Young’ in this serial. She likes things like keeping promises with one’s life. She always tries to fulfil the promises she makes.

The Drama is mostly packed with action, but the whole blood-lust and vengeance shown in this drama will be compensated with the unending love between the two main characters. A love so pure. A love so gentle. A love full of… faith.

In the drama (it’s a fictional time-travel thingy), the female lead character is from the present, who is kidnapped by the male lead character to the past to tend to their queen’s wound and make her live. Since medicines of today are unmatchable, she finally cures their queen and would be about to go back to her own era, when the King issues an order that she shouldn’t be allowed to go back. He would’ve realized her value by then.

And because our warrior here, who had captured the doctor and who couldn’t return her back, he’d promise her he’d somehow assist her in going back whenever the gate to their era opened. After this, the series shows us olden-day Korea – Goryeo.

And twenty two chapters or so later, in the end, the doctor (female MC) would’ve made up her mind to not go because she loved this warrior guy, but she needed a few doctor-ish tools to cure him. He’d be badly injured. So, when the gate opens, she’d leave her love dying, and run to the present era to grab her tools. But when she returns, the gate would lead her not to the era in which her love had been dying, but to an era even earlier… perhaps a century before where her love lived. Or rather… had been dying.

And what does she do? She waits till the gate opens again. After it does, after many years, she walks right in… and to the era where she was craving to be. And this is where the faith part comes in. Her love would be waiting for her… even after she had run away at his time of need… and this is why the story is named that way. Faith, indeed.

And if my friend gets to know that I wrote this, she’s going to kill me. Because this series is her most favourite one, and I have written it with just the teeny bit of enthusiasm that I could muster while thinking of this drama. She would’ve preferred something better, I know. She would want me to add a few sentences from that drama… she would’ve wanted me to write with extra passion… that’s how much she loves it.

My Oasis?


The Daily Post had been asking the bloggers: A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

And here I had been thinking that the daily writing prompts were extinct, as their posts no more appear in my reader. I had visited my blog after long, and not finding the prompt for the day, came to such a conclusion. But thanks to Mrs. Angloswiss, I got to know that the prompts were still coming, but wordpress was just being sneaky about it. I’m told that these are older prompts, but I don’t think this is going to bother me much, as I haven’t blogged much in the past year (neither am I sure of this year)… Alright, now that my daily prompts are back, I might as well get myself into action and write my post.

Whenever I find myself in distress, I walk to the nearest temple, the Chakrapaani swamy temple nearby. It’s a very old temple and is always inviting. I find myself being at peace because of the devotional songs played there, and there is something there which cannot be found in other temples. I circle the place around six to twelve times, and calm my mind. I prefer walking alone and have some thinking time for myself, so this place is the best for me.

There was actually another place that felt very much like my own, private place — it was in the house that I lived in previously. There, the terrace was tiny, but it felt more than just that… I used to go there and do ‘skipping the rope’ most of the time… that place somehow made me feel connected to it, but it’s no more. The house was terrible, what with rats and mongooses and rain pouring right in the middle of the house and the water level blocking our way simply because the house was built in an old-fashioned manner (in the older days, I’m sure) and we had to look for a new house as soon as we moved in. We were the last tenants there, and after we had moved, the owner had sold it, and a dental clinic has taken its place now.

The terrace I loved so much is gone. The place where I can stand and look at the whole (really long) street, and where no one would be able to spot me… it’s gone.

After I moved to this house, however, this temple became the place. And I can now tell one thing with glee that this place will never be destroyed like my previously demolished ‘oasis’. This one will remain there, rooted in place, for centuries to come.

A prayer to the Heavens for fixing my horrible net!


The Daily Post asked me to write anything for a full ten minutes with no pausing, editing or anything else in between.

I must first admit that I started writing for this post, then didn’t quite know what to write about, deleted the content and closed my word document. But now again, I feel like I have to write something. I always like contributing to the Daily Writing Prompts.

My internet connection is very slow and frustrating, so I shall write about my distaste for it in today’s blog post. I usually love to read people’s blog posts. I like to comment on their posts, but I never do. I try. I have typed many paragraph-sized comments and have simply stopped trying to coax my computer to post it, because it is just stubborn and adamant in its own way.

Even today, I typed my comments on a couple of blog posts from my reader, but none of them could be posted, it seems. Clicking the post button more than ten times is the best I can do. After about fifteen times of trying I give up. I usually never do, but I am becoming that way because it’s just frustrating.

Even to post something onto my blog, I will have to wait for a long time, begging the Heavens (not really) to just “post this thing onto my blog”. But it takes some time for my prayers to reach the heavens, and so even the replies come a bit late from the heavens.

But the sad part is that sometime, the reply might be “then just give up.”

That is… it becomes impossible to post something that I finally shut down my laptop and walk away.

Now I have to start praying again. I have another article to post, thanks to the Daily Post, have I not? Sigh.

P.S: I have cheated a bit.

Too short. Nah, too long!


The daily post asked me what I was snobbish about. If something had to be only like that for me, what would it be?

Okay, let’s start off with the first thing that comes to my mind – dresses.
There is this traditional Indian dress called Langa in Telugu and Paavadai in Tamil. If it has to be given an English name, then I would say ‘a long skirt’, but that’s nowhere close. Usually young girls wear this. I too wore it when I was young.

For me, it has to exactly reach my toes – I wouldn’t mind at all even if it swept the floor or if I tripped on it, which was what my mother feared – it had to never go above my feet. Not even a few inches. But as young girls grow, the dress begins to get shorter for them; they are usually pleated at the hems, so there would be no problem, they had thought.

They thought wrong.

The pleats increased the length of the skirt significantly, sometimes more than required, so I had to wait till I grew even more, till my mother considered unstitching the pleats safe. And until then, I had to wear the short-growing skirt, despising it every time I wear them. And a majority of my dresses was the Paavadai.

The same thing goes for long skirts – I had reached a certain age when I didn’t grow much when I started wearing long skirts, so I do not have much to accuse them of. Had I worn them when I was young, I would’ve hated wearing them, too.


When they say frocks – or tunics – I expect them to be knee-length, no more. But because my mother feared that I would grow like a freaking coconut tree, she undid the pleats of my uniform (yes, these had pleats, too. I suppose every school uniform has?) till they reached way farther below my knees. I hated wearing it.

The exact size of my clothes has to be maintained. Yes, I am a snob when it comes to clothes.


Whenever I need a bag of chips, I want a big one (preferably lay’s). Either you buy me a huge pack of chips, or I would choose to not eat at all.

Haha 😛 I can be pretty snobby at times!

Procrastination unplugged


The Daily Post asked me what my favorite procrastination destination was.
Ah! The correct topic for me! No one in this world will ever procrastinate like I do. Even on the day before the exams!

My favorite procrastination destination, eh? Not at all something to think of for a good few minutes. The answer is right inside my head – wattpad!

My blog has just been added to the list recently. Before I started this blog, a site called ‘wattpad’ was the place where I spent most of my time. Now, however, both of these are on the priority list, so wattpad has been getting less attention from me than it did before.

Wattpad is a site where writers can connect with readers and publish their stuff online for free. Readers get to vote and comment on every chapter of your book that has been published there. There are also communities, where chats and discussions are possible.

There are communities like ‘Improve your writing’, ‘The cafe’, ‘Multimedia designs’,’Wattpad announcements’ and one club for each genre. I like to wander into those clubs and look at the discussions! You’ll find me there!

The time passes swiftly while I’m there. It’s almost like I stopped writing and started spending more time there. The time for me to use the online software ‘write or die’ has come! I don’t even know why I didn’t join nanowrimo this time!

That was actually because I thought I had a lot to prepare for my job interviews that I thought it would be unwise for me to register myself into nanowrimo. But it looks like I have done zero preparations as of now, and half of the month has elapsed!

So… I guess I could say blogging has become my new procrastination destination, then!

There’s this interview I’ve got on 18th, and if I get selected for the job, then I swear I’ll join nanowrimo after
that! I know it’ll be too late for that… Nevertheless… I had just ten days or something left when I joined camp nanowrimo in April this year! It was fun! Exciting! I didn’t want to miss it this time, but I did! :/
Though I didn’t complete any book, I had lots of fun! Writing with a deadline seems to make me procrastinate less and write more! So, I think I should do well in that interview, get selected, and join camp nanowrimo even though I’ll have just a little over ten days to write!

There’s just a half month left! And I guess I’ll have to wait till November again, if I want the real challenge. But I’m telling you, November is a month where hectic preparations for exams and project works will be going on, and I cannot afford my time for writing then. Mainly because we have to write 50k words, unlike the camp nanowrimos in Aprils and Julys!