A power surge is bad for Data

A power surge at the hosting end, protective apparatus failed, and my whole site got wiped out along with million others. There was no back-up. Budget hosting had no back-up, and the hosting company is out with its hidden, legal jargon. Glad someone I know sued it.

So well, an obituary of once-a-site. I loved the layout and the design. many a articles and poems, and back to reviving the basics => blogger.

A note to myself: keep  2 separate back-ups.

A power surge is bad for Data

Focial, are you?

(reposting from 2012)
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(sometime in the future … )

“Good facebook”, I greet rubbing my eyes as I wake up in the morning.

And the app on my phone picks up my voice. Meticulously it goes through the new posts of last 7 hours and ‘likes’ them alternately, taking care that within 2 or 3 such mornings, all my friends and family have at least one like by me. 

This artificial intelligence based app keeps me in touch with all my uncles, aunts, siblings, nephews and close friends by ‘liking’ them all…, learns from me, and keeps me in the loop with regards to what it’s liking, etc. so that some day I’m not caught off guard.

(Really? Is there that AI app? 
Search for it – or – read the very first line – in italics)

Anyways the point is, we seem to be living in a ‘hurried’ sort of a . There’s hardly any time to travel distances, meet people, visit friends, talk on the phone, etc –  which could now be defined as parts of the Old Socializing Approaches. Even writing emails somehow now seems archaic…

FB has spawned the New Socializing Methods. On one platform you can see what your friends and family are upto, what pics they are sharing, their current status, their current likings, etc. And if you are social enough, you will like them, may be even drop in a comment, and they’ll like and comment on your updates in return – the whole positive feedback cycle ofliking starts thus. That’s the new social interaction method on Facebook – being Focial.

You like, they like. You comment, they comment. Congratulations! And you are now an important element in the fociety – you are a highly focial animal. 

Well if you are the recluse type, you might not want to like anything or comment upon anything. In typical olden socialization methods, that would tantamount to you sitting alone on a sofa in a corner of a room while a party is going on and people are interacting with each other. People will still attempt to talk with you but eventually they will give up if they don’t have a good enough response. 

In the new fociety’s focializing methods, this would be akin to you not liking their updates or posts, and vice versa. If you really hate someone now, for instance, just don’t like him or her. It’s that simple.

And if you are a realized person – the kinda guy who sees triviality in all things extant, or someone who wants to shed all relations and take up a harsh sanyaas… rrrelax.

In the new fociety, thanks to the focialization approaches it has spawned, you don’t really need to  renunciate stuff! It’s become much easier… 

Deleting your facebook account or just not having one will suffice!

Operation Jai Mata Di – Teaser Video

Over 10,000 pilgrims are taken hostage en route to the holy shrine of Vaishno Devi. The hostage-takers threaten to shoot pilgrims every day…
 

Operation Jai Mata Di – Book Released!

Operation Jai Mata Di should be well on it’s way to become the highest rated thriller book of all time 😉

Operation Jai Mata Di - Book Released!
SYNOPSIS

In a daring midnight operation by armed men, over 10,000 pilgrims are taken hostage en route to the holy shrine of Vaishno Devi, a popular Himalayan religious-tourist destination in the troubled state of Jammu & Kashmir in Northern . The hostage-takers threaten to shoot pilgrims every day, unless the incumbent Government accedes to their demands.

With the Hindu festival of Diwali just around the corner and elections less than six months away, the Government at the center is under immense pressure to act. What will the Government do? The army? The intelligence agencies? The common man?

No terrorist group has claimed responsibility for the attack. Who are these men? Is there a larger plot? Faced with such unprecedented events, will the country descend into unimaginable anarchy or will it rise above the issues of collective apathy and greed that have plagued it since Independence?

When Undone

In a where I am alone
In those times when I am undone
I want a ray to shine on me
I want your face to be with me
Forever, when we’ll be gone
Would remain the times we longed
By the river, across the sea

On top of the mountains, you and me

The ways through which I stride

As I stride across the mountains
I realize the valleys yonder
And as I drift across the ocean
I realize the deepest wonder
There are clouds that come my way
The sun that shoves them away
I wade thru rain, I walk thru shine
Oh the ways, thru which I stride

Three Little Things

(song)
You learn
You play
You unplay
Unlearn
Start again
Stop again
And start again
Stop again
And one day, you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll all breakdown
Three little things written on a paper
Three little things that really really matter
Ten other things push your away
You’ll need You to pull it your way…
And one day, you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll all breakdown
Three little things written on a paper
Three little things that really really matter
Ten other things push your life away
You’ll need You to pull it your way…
Else one day you’ll all breakdown
One day, Should you really breakdown?
Breakdown…
Life’s one
Have fun
Give it a go
Your best shot
Persist
Be wise
Persist
Don’t you die, Survive
Else one day you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll really breakdown
Those three little things written on a paper
Three little things that really really mattered
Ten little things dragged your life away
You needed You to tear it all away…
Else one day, you’ll all breakdown
One day, you’ll all breakdown

Break Lose

I just need to break lose,
Step out and discover
The world for myself, or,
Remain trapped
Within the confines
Of your creations

The journey

The people in the car
Stiff, stuck-up
Eyes glued to the screens
Not even an ack
Not even a smile
Lost in their phones
Jabbing at the keys
Headphones in their ears
And a young man
P’raps as stuck-up
Observing it all
Penning it all

Wisp of Air

(regurgitating an old post)

As I look out of the window
And see my home pass by
I realize that years have passed
Time has flown
There must be my marks in that house somewhere
A wisp of my breath lingering
Some evidence that I had once lived here
And that house was but my belonging
The street outside must have my footmarks
Certainly the marks of the cycle I rode
My school must still have my mischief in its corridors, I’m sure
And the where I played;
Oh, the trees must recognize me surely

But I realize
There are new dwellers now
The home, the street, the school, the garden
Which I once called mine, are someone else’s now
For my marks were only temporal
I had no claim
The stay was short
But the desire strong
In the scheme of things
I have moved on
I will move on
Guess, I’ll hardly be anywhere
But for a minutiae, a blip
And a lingering wisp of air…