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Exam Drama at Hostel

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Exam days are the best. You can sleep as much as you want, without any tension of lectures and attendances. Also, there's none standing over your head, yelling you out of your fictional dreams. [Neglecting the upcoming morning; the devastating of all]



Recalled something similar you used to do? Don't hesitate to share your thoughts and experiences ;)
Good Day!

LIFESTYLE-2030

Saturday, September 14, 2013


LIFESTYLE-2030” is far beyond one can foresee while living in 2013. It seems reasonably similar to the divergence in 2000 and the present, but a lot more magnified! So much have we attained since then. Laptops replaced desktops; internet use burst forth across the world; online shopping became a feasible business; social websites (Facebook, LinkedIn, Myspace) came into being; thousands of new businesses were established based on the Internet; digital advertising became conventional; touch phones replaced the traditional keypads and the landlines and what not.



Some of the specifications of the environment of 2030 would be something like this:


·         -People continue to move to cities and form many more megacities in Asia and around the globe
·         -10 – 15% of the population will live in poverty
·       -Environmental factors start to take a more dramatic toll, starting with fresh water crisis, food shortages and fossil fuel shortages impacting most middle class families, but causing serious concerns for the bottom 20% of the socio-economic pyramid
·     -Technology continues to evolve, but is more focused than ever on fixing social issues, improving health, energy, food and water shortages.

Now, how many of you like shopping? All, I guess! It’s hard to find a 21st century person to dislike shopping. Have you ever fantasized how the shopping traditions would change by the time we’d find ourselves changing the 2030 virtual calendars? There are a lot many processions that will take place by then. Each has a hatful of implications for the way we live and how our cultures evolve. Let me give you a glimpse of what I projected.

The most important one is that the countenance of the megastores and shopping malls will have changed beyond recognition. Many will have closed but those that flourish will become centres of entertainment and brand experience with their show spaces will dominate. They’d be made up of best quality solar-receivers so they could generate their own energy as the current sources of energy would be at its verge. Also, thay'd have plantations to compensate the non-availability of free lands.. Around the world today, while many megastores and large shopping malls are still being built, many more are falling empty and dying. But here’s the wipe. They will still visit stores. The inherent need to touch and feel will never leave us. Shopping out and about has a strong social element for so many people.
Trust and transparency will be key in this socially connected world. Those brands and retailers that haven’t understood this by 2030, will have withered away, as will those brands and retailers with poor products and customer service. There will be nowhere to hide; and therefore, better service ;)

The second factor worth remarking is that while the mobile device will continue to transform our lives in new ways, issues surrounding easy-to-use navigation, privacy and physical and digital security need a lot of work over the next few years. By 2030, most consumers won’t even recognize mobile devices compared to the smart phone in your hand today. Mobile devices embedded in eyewear may display in-context information you want during the day. Display and visual information capture will be enabled through things like glasses, or eventually contacts, embedded with head’s up display technology, video, tag etc.

As you move through your day, it will be easier to tag items you like and buy them immediately or add them to your shopping list. For example, an overcoat on a passerby catches your eye. You say “tag item” as you look at the item and immediately receive confirmation that the item has been identified. Buy it now or add it to a list for later. Being able to tag items you like will also allow you to find physical stores that carry similar treasures. It shows you the price, reviews of buyers, rating, likes, dislikes, specifications, the place of purchase and the nearest store that sells it.

The use of sound to whisper custom messages, ads and offers, will be perfected and used more broadly. Expect to see other technologies that touch your senses including scents, projections and the like get even bigger. Store windows will also be 24/7 windows into shopping for featured merchandise. Store formats will evolve: new formats, pop-up retailing to accelerate. In-store kiosks, digital media and holograms to interact with shoppers. As you move across a your favourite brand showroom, a 3D projectioned lady appears and starts introducing you to the newer  products and offers other than the ones visible at your overhead information displays.

Language barriers would fade away. Being a global citizen takes on new meaning with real-time and in-ear translations, this removes any language barrier and making shopping ubiquitous. Whether you are taking an evening stroll in your own city or traveling in Switzerland, Paris, NY or Shanghai, transactions will be easy no matter what language you read, write or speak.

Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn

Tuesday, September 3, 2013



BACKGROUND: Just anticipate a world where Writers were the only human species existing. And other creatures used to bequest them as per the calibre of entertainment in their cognitive content. Writers were addressed nothing less to Gods. Respecting and praising them. Writings were the major necessities for the endurance and in turn, the survival of all other mortal beings prevalent, no matter how big or small.

In this chronicle, I’m designating myself as Peter. So don’t question ‘Where am I in the story’ (which was a must, as per the prompt).


Knock! Knock!
Peter hits the door of a modernistically bejewelled mansion. Soon, a lovely young lady opens the door.
"Happy b'day Meera" greeted Peter.
"Oh! Thanks Pete. Come on, get in."
He started gazing at the vast dome shaped ceiling. He was mazed. The manor hall appeared somewhat bigger compared to the exteriors. But he ignored it for his muddiness, trying to be a part of those hundreds jollifying there.
“I’ll be back in a moment. Until then, enjoy the party.” said Meera and took her leave.

He looked all around, in search of a comrade face to spend the evening with. All had a dance partner to accompany them while Peter stood all alone in a corner. Unfortunately, he could find none but a beer counter to loosen him up.

Reaching the counter, he uttered, “Beer is the true companion of a mateless.”
“One regular please” he said to the bartender.
“Alone?” enquired a voice seated adjacent to his barstool.
“No actually, Meera…”
“Anyway, would you like to escort this old lady to the dance floor?”

The lady looked more like a demonic witch from an outdated Hollywood movie, but with no hesitation, he nodded his head “Of course, beautiful!”

Peter clutches her hand and pulls her along to the dance floor.

“So, you’re Meera’s friend.” exclaimed the lady as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Yea. We’ve been knowing each other through the blogging world.”
“Hey waiter! Come here!”

She calls in the dining-room attendant serving a strange dish nearby. It was a combination of gelatinous, and the other somewhat resembling a creamy matter, which, at no cost, could be available in the area.

“Sorry, but I love them. You should really try these.” she said, filling both her hands with the ravishing new serve.
“What are these?” he asked, stepping his foot over the solely blue tile amongst infinite reds, on the dance floor.
“Don’t know! But I call them a ‘Cheesycued spareribs’.” She replies, ramming a piece into Peter’s mouth.

He seizes with teeth, the corner, to flavour it. Suddenly, a whirling aura generates around him and soon it verges into a vanishing point. A dazzle of light brighter than the sun’s rays gleams, and he was hapless in opening his eyes. As the intensity lowered with time, he slowly opens his eyes, winkling repeatedly. He found himself in the devastations and ruins of fortresses that seemed to be haunting there for over centuries. Getting out of the ruins, the surround was the first thing that spooked his sight. A major portion of the sky being coal-black and the remaining was ‘actually’ on fire! Everything was in flames, even the sky, the clouds, and the stars.

Of a sudden, Peter hears a sound calling his name and he learns he wasn’t solitary in this inexplicable repulsion of his life. Turning his neck around, he could see Meera, Bushra and Jack hastening towards him.

“How are you three? How did we land in here?” he asked.
“Even we have the same question. As soon as we opened our eyes, we found ourselves lingering here.” replied Jack.

They drove together all over in search of a clue that would get them back home, grovelling against the bucket along flaming winds. All of a sudden, two speedy somethings just passed past their face.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Why so serious, kiddos?” said a fierce faced old lady hovering in the air on a broom stick. She was none other than the lady whom Peter met at Meera’s party, dancing with her, all evening. Another was a vehement gremlin, on another broom, growling at them. He was a 1 ½ ft. dwarf, wearing a shabby outfit and his ‘vampiric teeth’ multiplying the devilish traits of his existence.

“What are you?” asked Peter in a stammering voice.

He slowly starts proceeding towards them. With every inch he moved, their heartbeats pumped up a decade. And why not, witches, gremlins, flying broomsticks, atmosphere composing more of fire rather than air itself, was something unusual, or should I say, totally unbelievable and heart wrenching, not only for them, but would be for any of us as well.

“What do you want? Where are we? Stay away!” says Jack crawling backwards.

The devil’s eyes catch Bushra’s, and empathises her grieve-embedded face. But ignoring it, he says, “I’m Kostchtchie and I’m gonna ingest you, you furious idiot.” taking out a dagger off its sheath attached to his waist, pointing towards Jack. Though the blade was not a larger one, but it had the luminance and sharpness of a Japanese Katana, that could dissever a body into halves within a fraction of a second.