Dystopian hysteria masks, surrounds and ultimately engulfs the sickeningly mortal soul of an engineering student in the midst of any big, week-long exam schedule. Positivity is a virtue in waters as swampy as those; perhaps waiting for the weekend in jest and earnest is the only way forward.
Looking back at the bigger picture makes us all think in lines of what-could-have-beens. As someone rightly said, "time and tide waits for none"; perhaps mugging up those then-silly proverbs that actually added literature to life's commonest things was my, and many others', bigger mistakes in life.
At a time when alcohol becomes your number one friend which aids and abets to the fullest in the quest to run away from those humongous syllabi, when time ticks by faster than ever before, when all bad things converge into one giant fireball and closes in with the bullish intensity of a Mjölnir and the breakneck speed of a Batmobile, the solace and solutions that remain are the alternatives.
We were sent to do a job, with blessings left, right and center. But like everything else in this big, boring planet, we screwed up. There's always a second chance or at least a last-chance-saloon. Never given up hope, perhaps hope has given up on us. What you do is what you enjoy; but I never enjoyed what I was tasked with to do.
Hell's dark dungeons on the horizon a few miles away; should I run into it or away from it? Running away would make me deviate from self, while running into it surely spells a long road on the rocks and gravels. Torn to pieces this small soul, but I would never know which road to travel.
I am no wizard, neither am I an Elf. I dream big, like they humans do best. Or perhaps I should stop sleeping; at least there would be lesser dreams to worry about. Whatever the price of the revival, I'll always come up short. Come the fated-Friday, the animal in me would wake up. Again, from the morose moonlight through the sultry sunlight until the dust settles, I will be myself again. Only thing that stands in between is the small matter of the exams.
Oh heck! It's dawn, and I haven't slept yet.
An overview of the January transfer window. Pretty ordinary stuff this year, were all the demands and necessities met?
Hard day's work, but will it be worth the risk?
A different view of the Mata transfer, with tactics and tit-bits.
"Just move to the internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome."-John Green.
Internet, that little big thing out there virtually on its own. No frills, good enough thrills, bit of the bizarre, wholly functional, a treasure trove of the useful as well as the trivial. The elegant world wide web opened its arms for this retarded soul not too far back; and I haven't let my grip slip one tiny bit since. Elegant doesn't perfectly define the beauty of the web; I had to use the word as small tributes to the people who are part of the big cake, people who made this world a possibility.
Technologically laid-back are most of the guys from my part of the land; at least I don't want to go generic but then that's what I am and what people around me are. Never a quick learner, fiddling is a specialty; and then when you have so big a fish to fiddle, you never get done with it.
And being no fundamental geek of the intricate stuff, I now get onto explaining what I look for in a website. A bit laughable, but simply it is me who opines here. And the very first thing I look for is 'looks'. Content can be a literary gem or a big scandalous bust, but the first things that your eyes see aren't the words of a content, but rather the way they are presented to the first timer.
Tad like a girl with chic fashion taste, or a car with glitzy exteriors. A posh, suave website means that you're surfing on waters where you've been taken good care of. Half the battle is won the moment we enter a site; after all someone rightly said, "First impressions are key, if you give me a bad first impression I probably will have that idea of you forever honestly."
Stand out in millions out there? If the concerned bit is about the internet, then I'm pretty sure that there aren't any millions out there but the one and only internet. And if it concerns a particular website in an ocean that is the internet, my vote goes to the popular, a-bit-too-mainstream Facebook.com.
Facebook.com might be the best social platform there has ever been on the web; but there ends the platitudes. I totally, absolutely love the website for many reasons; perhaps the odd one is it being one of the fastest websites to load its homepage however weak or ill-responsive the connectivity is. Comfortable would be understating; I never felt a tiny hiccup when rolling through news-feeds or sharing links and even pinging mates.
A particularly good thing about Facebook.com is its ocean of content, wrapped beautifully in a brilliantine cotton wool. Utility might be one downside; you normally don't do useful things over there. But then, its looks, simplicity, ease of access and high functionality and content overflow picks up the grades. And when you have friends along with you there, things always get fun.
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