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Midnight Musing ...

A week back I got myself wired to the world. It took the service provider two months to bring in the broadband connection to my home. The last couple of months have been a lousy ride as a customer, marked by plenty of rude exchanges with the agent and customer care executives. Unfortunately, no other service provider has the broadband infrastructure in my colony. So, I had no other option but to bear with the poor service provided.

With the world just a click away, I find my T.V consuming less energy these days. And thats just one of the things. It has, substantially, changed the way I spend my time at home. Earlier, I would flip over a book if I found it difficult to go to bed. Today they gather dust on my self. But now, I log in and surf the net. Or, type in a post for my blog. Which is what I am doing now.

I created my first blog in May 2006. My cousin, Satya, was visiting me and introduced me to world of blogging. I found the idea very exciting, and almost immediately, with Satya to help me, I created my first blog. We called it 'subah-subah'. If I recall well, I think Satya suggested that name. To help me get started, he suggested that I put in a picture as the first post. With some discussion we zeroed on a Moire Pattern I had on my system.


What you see above is a Moire Pattern. For the curious readers, I am copy-pasting the definition of Moire pattern as given in Wikipedia:

In physics, a moiré pattern is an interference pattern created, for example, when two grids are overlaid at an angle, or when they have slightly different mesh sizes.

In textiles, a moire is a fabric with a wavy (watered) appearance, caused by varying the tension in the warp and weft of the weave.


For the more curious readers, I believe, I owe an explanation of these patterns in details. Come to think of it I should have been comfortably placed today to explain the patterns, because, I have presented a term paper on that topic in my post-graduation days. I recall that it was one of the more difficult term papers I have had to present in all of my academic life. Not because the topic required more gray matter than what I possess, instead, the Professor involved in accessing the concerned term paper found it difficult to like my demeanor and I didn't fit well into his idea of a student. Today, I realize that, I have conveniently forgotten the whole subject matter. One reason for my amnesia could be the simple fact that I have the degree in my closet. Nevertheless, I promise, I will try an explanation of it in form of a post. Till then, look up the net, or wait for my concerned post.

Coming back, where was I? Yes, my first blog. It so happened that I left for a my internship to Dehradun within a week of starting my blog. The trip to Dehradun lasted for two months. It was one roller-coaster trip. Almost every time my thoughts wander off to Dehradun, I am left feeling strange. Those couple of months were some of the best days I have spent in my life and yet they were lashed with some of the most testing times. Its strange, some memories just refuse to be clouded by time.

It was beautiful to be back in campus. But by then, I had forgotten my blog password and therefore could not put up a second post. It took me another two months to start off this blog of mine.

Its been close to two years now. In that time I have posted and shared some of my thoughts with the few who have cared to visit this space of mine. Only a handful of people visit this place. But, I hope to increase my readership now. I am not natural and fluent with words. It takes me immense effort to construct sentences. I, therefore, wish to practice and sharpen my skills in the artful arrangement of words. Blog gives me the freedom to do just that. And the broadband connection brings the practice ground to my backyard.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sahi..gud pata chal raha hai broadband aa gaya hai...Its a cool blog...I liked the line ..."Its strange, some memories just refuse to be clouded by time"....remember ; we will enter into competition from december or january onwards in writting blogs till then live pressure free ...enjoy
Utpal said…
I hate competition, I like partnerships. It excites me to know that you will be actively involved in blogging and makes me know that we will be dedicated readers for each other's blog. And, therefore, I see a possibility for us exchanging thoughts, opinions and as well as some laughter.

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