iPoder's Epoch

iPoder’s epoch

Have you ever felt the world around you at pause for a moment? Ever felt the music vibe, a slow motion background? If you haven’t yet, the era gives you the luxury of experiencing it. The revolution in music listening, the iPod. Gone are the days of carrying hefty walkmans, and the struggle with the CD players is over. With the reign of the age of minimalism, the music player is getting ultra sleek, with chic looks and attractive hues. iPod gives one the ‘experience’ along with the best workmanship and qualities that are life enhancing. Clip it to a tee or zap it in your pocket, the young city gadget is ‘the thing’-a must have for Gen Y music lovers.

Be it relaxation of the soul or head banging to your favorite Hard rock number, it is the thingamabob for all those who love music to their ears. Switch it on, shuffle, play anywhere you like. Be it as a companion in solitude or escape from situations when people become unavoidable and things become difficult to digest. Wherever you are, in a crowded college canteen or seated on the corner seat of a tourist bus, the sensitizing sound quality gives you a high and no matter where you are, it puts you on top of the world. The chaos shuts up as you plug in the earplugs and it takes to a whole new ambiance, immersed in the lyrical vibrations. Even if you have life’s most important thing to attend to, your response is ‘Time can wait’. Being an iPoder and the proud owner of a nano chromatic for more than a year, I believe that the gizmo gadget has not only changed the way we listen to music but also made a significant difference in our lives. Thumbs up technology!

Fictive soul!

a cherished day!

13 th of SEPTEMBER 2009

does the date remind you of something?

One year down the history, it was the day when the capital was terrified with the serial bomb blasts. A year has elapsed. Just like that! A tribute to all those who were victims of the dreadful attacks and a salute of bravery to all those who helped save lives!

LONG LIVE DELHI! i won't mind saying this even if am not a delhite and don't have Delhi as my registered hometown. The 3 years that i have lived here gave me a lot.

not getting anymore serious on this:)

well! 13th september 09 where on one side,i was pondering upon the last year scandalizing blasts,the other side of me was in full mood for an outing (for the happines of a beloved friend). And yes we made it! where?

to CP! yes! places near the Central park! the location where the incidents had happened. Today, there was no condolescences as such ( i expected though). I think people have come over all the trauma and believe in looking ahead. thats a good sign!:)

5 friends an auto ride to CP (connaught place), the heart of delhi. Pineapple and chocolate Milk shakes at Keventer's (HTCT award for best eat outs in delhi), 'hot wings' ( yeah! i tried it) at the new KFC restaurant (O my gosh! lovely interior space), tried the introductory all new 'Krushers' (wow!)

Not enough! the gang had strolled down opposite to the Bikanerwala for authentic Indian food. From Chole bhature, raj lkachori to dal makhani (my tastebuds can still recall them all) and even chinese!?!?![weren't we talking about just Indian.. hehe yeh chinese kahan se aya!.. well alz possible] we had all stuffed in ( wat apetite man!)

finally eneded up with an Indian sweet!

was this the end?? naah!

The gang headed towards INDIA GATE! masala papad and the water bubbles! OMG!

(N.B. the autowala was a gay!;) no offences) hehe gala time at Indya gate!

a heart content day after a boring, lazy sunday afternoon!

was this the end?? No ! its a new beginning:)

fictive soul loved it!:)

Fashion writing! is it my piece of cake?

The decision making in opting an elective subject was rather confusing. Confusing, because i wasn't able to make up my mind as to which subject would suite me and i would love doing it. I took my best friend as a decision making tool. But, i ended up nowhere. Wished to spend one common class with him. I was rather sure of the failure at this.:(

Fashion writing-this was what i opted for and for me it wasn't surprising getting through the selection. The only BIG reason for hating this subject and going around in circles with the decision was a dreadful fat lady , supposed to be the 2nd faculty. I hate her! even if i have to repeat it 1000 times i will.

Being a little logical i said myself, " U can't quit just because of a bloody faculty ". O! how daring i had become after that;)

Down with viral, i somehow managed to find my lecture room. To add to that illness, were the classmates. Mentioning names is bad. But, they surely made me sick n i was again on bed for 2 more days;)

A class of around 40 people and still new ones were to get admitted. what a crowded place! m i in a mall or a writing class? i wondered and i still wondered.It was because the people were a special class of homo sapiens, self obsessed, having nano-brains ( no brains.. actualy it means no technology involved;))

Now the next question is "whats Fashion writing?"

Don't even dare asking me because i don't have any clue;)

Amidst a student strength of more than 45 , i questioned my presence?

OMG! i suck at this.suck! suck! suck! suck big time!

honestly speaking my classmates are damn talented.

I have this little inferiority complex which i m fed up of and so i felt like a loser.

is FW really my piece of cake?? should i just run away( m being a coward)?

keeping my morale high, and trying to be optimistic , consoling myself at the same time

i said-

" Its another challenge!";)

Bravo! fictive soul (this is just for the morale boost, be ready to experience survival of the fittest writer!)

once a BLOGGER.. always a BLOGGER!!

I was a blogger once upon a time. Long long ago!
Anybody can question me for this silly act of mine. The act being "Why did i create a blog again?"
"was that a 3 step process as they (the blogspot guys!) advertise themselves?" what?
Silly isn't it? Must be. even the owner thinks so;)
Coming back to the main cause now THAT I WAS A 'BLOGGER' ONCE UPON A TIME (dats bold! i meant the uppercase letters;)). I wrote like crazy, typed all my expressions out, saved all my past writings n creative skills (all that i thot i really had;)). The first was inspired by a friend at the college hostel. It was the first time i knew that there is such a platform which is called 'a BLOG' in the internet terminology. Excitement all around. I finally had one browser window where the address bar read "http://ruchizpoems@blogspot.com".It was in the public domain and people could read all the material i wrote. Appreciations to the new blogger and some amount of constructive criticisms too. Along with this, there were comments like " i like this" ;)
Oh GOD! that taught me the first ever nursery school lessons in blogging.
the 2nd blog was inspired by a friend's suggestion as to create my personal space of expression where only my friend could pour in suggestions. I wrote hell evil thoughts there;). no offences to the names posted there and the names (even not mentioned) but otherwise mentioned. I remained as silent as the name ' a sIlEnT aNeCdOte'. i still jot down there. An author of another blog.
.........................................i was dormant! for days , months and years!
that doesn't mean i never wrote.I had them stored in my mind, lodged in the tiny brain i have. I know i need'nt give an explanation to myself for being out of blogging.This is because all this while i was so soo sooo busy.. in something that even i didn'y know! But still, orkutting, facebook, and the latest twitter were always in hand to poke,post, tweet and update status messages.
And here i m! back to where i was( i always come back! anyways!:))
All i can say is "once a blogger, always ablogger" :)
cheers to me!

fictive soul!