Fumbling with the new camera. :]

A waste that doesnt look like one.

Macro Shot.

Maybe.

I ll always love you, no matter how tough the times.

Lets fly together in the world, and never look back.

Enn.

♫

No its not THAT finger.

Waking up and looking like a mess.

Let the light make you free. Let it be your savior.

P.S : Simple task. Tell me they are good or bad? AndAnd which is your favorite.

P.P.S: Do not tell me the captions suck. 

Chinese Students Built "iPad" for his Girlfriend

What is the best way to show a girl you love her? Sure, you can always buy the iPad, but why not build one for him?

Chinese art students wanted Wei Xinlong to demonstrate its commitment to its long-distance girlfriend by building a tablet PC with touch screen in their daily life dates for video chat. This way, when he left to work in Shenzhen, they will be able to stay in touch easier.

As a student at the University of North normal in Changchun, Jilin, Wei was familiar with electronics and engineering, and found most of the answers to the questions I had online. He bought most parts of the unit second-hand market and dismantled laptop recovered. Even incorporates some of the parties as a conductor of heat from a soda can and an aluminum bar. Wei has been dedicated to the unit for 10 days before the end, and even managed to put an Apple logo with rhinestones on it.

Characteristics of its "iPad" includes touch screen, integrated camera, microphone, four USB slots, a LAN port and works as a lithium battery. It may be a step back from Apple's best selling product, but still not able to read e-books, watch movies, listen to music and even play video games. It costs only 800 yuan Wei (126 dollars) to build than the price of about $ 500 Apple iPhone.

Wei remarkable final product is really a representation of hard work and dedication. It will definitely strengthen their long distance relationship and her boyfriends around the world to shame.

http://ax3battery.com/2011/11/11/chinese-art-student-builds-home-made-ipad-for-his-girlfriend/

Being a girl is the last thing you would want to be.

Do you want to be girl? Like, Forever?



The answer to this statement being a ‘YES’ is as rare as a good hair day on your first date. Especially if you are an Indian. I have nothing against my country but when it comes to being born as a girl, India would be the last place I would like to be born into.



The only day you might have wanted to be girl would be when you accidently went to an interview without fully buttoning your shirt and your man boobs just quite didn't impress the boss, or when you had to hand over your 'hard-earned' money to your sister on Rakshabandhan.



If you still say yes “I would gladly be a girl” answer me:



Do you want to be ranked on a scale of Nicole Richie to Scarlett Johansson on the basis of your size of your boobs by random roadside people on the street as soon as you leave your house?



Do you want guys to look at your tits instead of your eyes and pinch your ass instead of shaking your hand?



Do you want to be offered a job because somewhere in the back of your boss’s mind he thinks that you might be very good in bed and he has a chance?



Do you want to be called a slut just because you wear revealing clothes?



Do you want to be raped and then hear it was your fault because you were wearing a mini skirt?



Do you want to see your brother attend all night parties but not going yourself because, well you are a girl?



Do you want to be called characterless just because you have slept around with more than one person unlike a guy, who is called a stud?



Do you want to reconsider your option of wearing white according to the weather?



Do you want to be stared at when you walk into a room where people are telling a dirty joke and they awkwardly stop midway at seeing you?



Do you want to wait an hour to find a decent washroom on a road trip?



Do you want to be paid less for an equal amount of work that a male colleague does?



Do you want to buy condoms with the shopkeeper imagining you naked?



Do you want to writhe in pain bleeding every month?



Do you want your parents to fuss over wherever you go, because they think everyone is going to rape you?



Do you want every guy commenting ‘hot’ on your Facebook picture just because it has a slight glimpse of your bra strap?

Yes I thought so too. You don’t have to worry about permissions when le`ving the house. You don’t have to worry about any pain or bleeding when losing virginity. You don’t think twice before introducing your girlfriend to your family. You don’t need to act dumb to make a girl notice you. You don’t have to worry about your underwear glimpsing while doing weights in the gym. Unlike a girl, you just have to have sex to have a baby.



You don’t get people lecturing you about problems in future pregnancy if you smoke or drink. The girl’s parents do not assume the fact that you are a Sanjeev Kapoor when you marry. Your name and your parents live with you forever.(or till when you want). You do not have to bear with the pain of hot wax (especially nowhere near your private area.) You do not have to worry about making crotch adjustments in public. And this is a list when we are talking about a girl who is born in a middle class family who have somehow managed to break free of the clutches of ancient practices of not educating the girl child.



Being a girl is very difficult. But its not like we had a choice. The very least that you can do is respect us.

Why take the pain again and again to prove me dumb? Why God?

I am dumb.

I guess somewhere in my heart I already knew this, but this doesn’t stop the universe to play all saah-bahu-saajishey on me and prove it again and again.

I was slogging merrily hopping towards my gym. After 5 childish hops and ensuring that there were no bumps on the path behind I climbed three level of stairs. Much to my surprise I survive them every day.

This is the time when I wish I had a ghode-pe-sawar prince for myself and he would carry me in his arms and climb those stairs. Needless to say if that ever happened I ll be in jail for boy-manslaughter.

After what felt like two hours of workout (though somehow magically the clock had just moved from 6.30 to 6.40) I got off the treadmill and my throat being as dry as a nun’s gusset I knew I had to drink water.

Let’s pause here and tell you some pre-requisites to the scene.

Our gym is this hi-fi (or so it likes to delusion itself into believing) thing, and for showing off there 'hi-fi-ness' they have these huge automated glass doors like the ones they have at Big Bazaar where I constantly  run inside and outside in awe just to check their motion sensor and then drop my lower jaw gazing at God’s miracle. 

They have the same only it’s not controlled by motion sensors but fingerprint recognition machines from the outside and a simple open/close switch from the inside.

Cruel Bh&%$$o3's that they are, they make us leave the gym and climb another set of stairs (as if we aren’t dead zombies already) so that to reach the place where there is the drinking area and washrooms.

Now lets replay where we left.

ME.WATER.NOW.OR.DIE.AND.HAUNT.GYM.TRAINER.ALL.HIS.LIFE

So I picked up my phone and went to the (Oh-my-fucking-god-how-big-is-this) gate. Pressing the open switch, just as I was on the verge of walking out, I heard a girl scream. I turned back and realised it was just another group of girls-screaming-and-hugging-couple. I ignored and continued on my walk-to-drinking place-mission.

Now don’t blink your eyes.

This is what happened.

WALK.WALK.WALK.WALK.CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH.

Yes. The door had closed and I had crashed (with my nose broken and face splattered) with the glass door.

And as I am God’s naughty kid he takes it out on me. Usually when I gym (secretly hoping to socialize) it is as empty as Ram Gopal Verma ki Aag’s opening show. But that day it had to be Bodyguard.

She is with me, always have, always will.

And forgettting how miserable she felt just a second before, forgetting how my words somehow hurt her to the core, forgetting that she had just announced to me 'I wont ever talk to you ', she hugged me.

Melting down at my apology she hugged me like she never wanted to let go. Steering the car with my right hand I put my left hand around her, hugging her tighter just to let her know that the feeling was mutual. Minutes passed. Her mood came back to normal evident by her constant switching of radio stations. Complaining how she missed the best line of her favorite song , and demanding a chocolate like a five year old. Yes she was back.



We stopped in front of our regular confectionery shop. But now was the hardest part. Winning the argument of who ll go out of the car and come back with the Dairy Milk Silk, her favorite. After a hundred 'no-you-go's', like most of the times I lost, while she grinned at me with an expression of utmost achievement.



"I cant go every time, you know? Someday I might not be here then what will you do?" she teased. Defeated already I snapped back, "First if you wont be, there will be no point in getting a chocolate since its you who is being a chocolate obsessed monster not me. Second even if I ll feel like eating one, I ll ask my new girlfriend to get it for me." The instant I mentioned the words 'new girlfriend' she snorted and started pinching me. Defending myself I hastily got out of the car.

---

We were the mushy couple. The mushy couple who didn't mind being called that.

There wasn't a single person we knew who wouldnt agree on the fact that we would be together for atleast a minimum span of forever.

Even our fights weren't taken seriously, they were sure on two facts always, first, that the issue was about a non-significant thing, and second, that we would be back together in lesser time than would take to explain why the fight started in the first place.



I never doubted her love for me, it was somehow really evident in her eyes. It had just been a year since we had been together but it felt that I never had a life before that. I never understood how I survived before she came into my life. Life lacked meaning, there wasn't a purpose for which I lived. I didn't look forward to the next day.



But then 'she' happened to me. After four months of liking, admiring her, making up conversations in my mind that never happened, and secretly glimpsing at her I gathered the guts to talk to her.



After that although we rushed into the relationship it never felt like it. As she always said, 'When its right, you don't need to wait.'

It was special. She was my best friend. From the incidents of my past to the colour of my poop, I could tell her everything and not be ashamed or embarrassed about it. She was family. My foremost priority.



With me she was a completely different being. Someone she actually was. Her inner self, all bare. For the world she was insensitive, but I had seen her cry. For the world she was funny, but I had seen her feeling lonely and asking to be beside her. With me she was without the walls she had built around her for everyone to see. For her I was someone who could make her giggle hysterically in a second and shatter her in another.



She said she felt protected with me. 'Her Guardian Angel' that's what she called me. "I wont ever let anything get to you" I would promise saying that to her posing like a superhero.



Buy how I wish that promise wasn't broken. How I wish that I wasn't so helpless. How I wish Cancer was just a Zodiac sign.

I don’t wanna run away, 

Baby you’re the one I need tonight,

No promises.

Baby, now I need to hold you tight, 

I just wanna die in your arms.

Rockstar didnt Rock. Not Quite.

The awaited day. 11.11.11



For many reasons.

People getting married. Wishing Aishwarya Rai pushes the child out today.

And many more. For me, it was about watching Rockstar.



All through my exam hiatus I had been surviving only at the glistening thought of watching Rockstar when exams end.

And yes yesterday the day came.

After a century of meaningless shallow films this movie had my hopes touching sky high. Courtesy it's trailers.

Courtesy the intense looks and magnificent acting of Ranbir Kapoor that the glimpses promised. And courtesy Imtiaz Ali.



Oh. Boy. It was the utter heart breaking moment when the expectations were Kungu Panda-ed and crushed to the ground brutally by the horrible reality.



3 words: The movie sucked.



Its a journey of a downtown naive boy in Hindu College of Delhi University, who wants to be another Jim Morrison,  a journey from Jakhar to Jordan and sequential stops of love, heartbreak and self-realization. Music is Jordan’s identity and the passion for it makes him rich and famous.



But, realization of reaching there incidentally makes it what the film is all about. His connection with the core and portrayal of it on screen by Ranbir is definitely a best .



“There used to be a jungle here, a very dense jungle. Then they built a city, now there are buildings and straight roads. When they built the city, a flock of birds flew away, they never came back. I’m looking for them. Have you seen them?”



The movie is basically about change. The change of priorities.



The first half of the movie is fun-filled and interesting. The shifting of scenes from the present to past are too many and they usually leave you confused.



Life in a Delhi college and the beauty of Kashmir has been nicely captured on screen. Many scenes can be related to specially the secret execursions with Heer played by Nargis Fakhri (she is very beautiful, and lets just keep it at that.)



The second half gets very monotonous and the narration becomes a little weak. The interesting scenes are fast forwarded and the slow and could-be-avoided scenes have been dedicated full length songs. The 'Realism' part is a huge drawback and like every typical Bollywood flick their is out-of-India shooting as well. Prague that is. Sequences are hard to believe and one is left to opine that it is not an Imtiaz Ali film or he was drugged the entire time making it.



The background music by AR Rahman is good(sometimes). The music and songs are capable of drifting you to another world. But the large no. of songs could have been avoided. There is a moment in the movie where you say to yourself if there is another song I ll stab someone. Or myself.



The movie is good in parts. Editing could have been a million times better..

The main problem with Rockstar is the leading lady Nargis, even animated cartoon characters emote better than her. I wish the actress was someone other than Nargis. She looks hot and beautiful at the same time but only if she keeps shut. But when the mouth is open one of the things is surely going to irritate the shit out of you. Either her dialogue delivery or her smile.

On the whole, Rockstar could have been better. A lot. They had a nice plot to play with. But they screwed up. In my opinion. 2 stars for Rockstar. [Just for Ranbir]

Producer: Shree Ashtavinayak & Eros International Media Ltd



Writer/Director: Imtiaz Ali



Lyricist: Irshad Kamil



Music: AR Rehman



Cast: Ranbir Kapoor, Nargis Fakhri, Shammi Kapoor, Aditi Rao, Kumud Mishra, Piyush Mishra, Shernaz Patel

The 'Birth-Day'.

Things I shouldn't be doing:

• Procrastinating.


• Avoiding bathing, courtesy not having to leave the house the whole day.


• Giving excuses to my brain how it is okay not to bathe when it is so cold. And the brain nodding like a five year old without questioning the existence of water heaters.


• Controlling the urge to poop just because I am lazy as fuck to go to the washroom. 


• Breaking winds later in the room making everyone leave me in solace with my Flatulence. (a.k.a farts)


• Forgetting brushing my teeth even after that huge poster I glued to the mirror last month that said 'Brush your teeth, while you still have them'.

Secrets have been revealed and you have formed a pretty picture in your brain how I totally resembled a cross between Rakhi Sawant and a Vidya Balan without makeup. (Though makeup doesnt do her any good.)



This and having my birthday after 'n' days of doing 'Things I shouldn't be doing'.



Yes. Blasphemy, right?





But then when your birthday starts with a home made brownie cake studded with gems with Diwali candles used as birthday candles for a lack of better resources,

with you 'accidently' dropping one of the candles on your cousin and it 'as accidently as the previous one' burns the tee-shirt she 'borrowed' from you for infinity,  

with your phone hanging up every second because of the flood of notifications and with the day ending with the most beautiful love letter ever, you are left with nothing to complain.



Yes.



Home Made Cake      ✓



Flood of notification    ✓

A taxation exam          ✖

Hand made card from HIM and one from Mom.   ✓



The most heartwarming message from a friend      ✓



(describing our journey together from the very start)



A cake again.   ✓✓

Drugged chilly chicken.   ✖

Mom's yummiest recipe put into place for you.  ✓



Gifts   ✓



Chocolates.  ✓



Love letter.  ✓✓✓



(a one with feelings so great that no fancy words can replace.)

Stomach upset  ✖

Frequent trips to the loo.  ✖

END OF EXAMS  ✓✓✓

And veryfying and taking in view the above results we under section 91C of  'The ultimate Happiness Act' declare you Miss Gay for the day. (Not gay wala gay. Happy and gay wala gay.)



Now



I’m 20 [its been a whole day that I have been 20] and I feel 19 and I act 15.[ok. 10. No negotiations now.]



I’m young, life still has a lot to teach me [like how to make tea without burning any thing/person and making out of the kitchen alive.] and I’m in no hurry.



I love talking about things, but that doesn’t mean I always know what I’m talking about. . One day I think I figured life out and the next I’m clueless. All I know is that life is happening right now and I don’t want to miss it. But then again I may wake up tomorrow and not feel that way anymore. Yes this is me. The-finally-20-year-old Nia Charms who has decided to live life at her own pace*

*Terms and conditions apply.



And maybe three philosophical lines are enough for the day. [bache ki jaan loge kya?]



P.S: An extract from the card my Mom made me:

Be a jewel in all vicissitudes of life,

for jewel has the same value and lustre

whether it is embedded in clay or is mounted on a crown.

Needless to say, I had to look up 'vicissitudes' in a dictionary.

An extract from the message from the special friend:

Sticks and stones,

May break my bones.

May you sense of humour,

give me a tumour.

You are very weird.

I dont have a beard.

But you are an awesome person.

And I dont know what rhymes with person.

Heart wrenching, right? I was filled with tears.



An extract from the love letter I got:

 If by any chance i get unreasonable, illogical,egoistic ever..Read this letter..Get back to me..call me sweetly by any name you want to..I will be back to normal.

And now you can all switch to the 'Aww-mode'.