Because We are All Made of Starstuff

I was (one of the) topper(s) in my sweet little school, until 4th standard. Plump, pink and successful, I could have easily been the youngest playboy in the world, adored by female creatures of all age, sizes and species. But life, as I knew it, changed when I joined a new school. I failed in half my subjects in the first cycle tests in this new school. And as it turned out, it was difficult being a playboy once you grow up, specially when you are still plump, and unsuccessful. My earlier school was an average institution, with no emphasis on spoken/written English. That is what pulled me down in this new place.

Eventually my performance in other subjects improved a little, but in English I could never do well. I did not know how to form sentences or to express as I would have wanted to. And conversing in English was an another story altogether, I just couldn’t manage to speak more than four words consecutively. Then two years later I made friends with a guy who had a thing for books. He would read 4 books in a week on an average and had a large collection (which only grew with time). As we came closer (okay this sounds gay), his book-reading habits rubbed on to me.

I made full use of his collection and our school library. I had no lack of sources and supplies, which I exploited to my heart’s content. Our school librarian and I shared the same ancestral village and I was still plump (it works with teachers even if you are 80 year old). She would issue three, sometimes four, books on my library card and many times I would get books even without a card, which means an instant death penalty if caught, by school standards. I had to keep my mouth shut and smuggle away those books discreetly.

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“Animal Farm” – Book Review

A mass is dissatisfied with there present situation, wherein they are slaves to a master who feeds them enough to keep them alive, and makes them work as much as they can take without dying. Among-st the population, a visionary, with benevolence in his heart, rises and spreads his vision and makes his dream a dream everybody shares. It is the dream of a better society, where there is happiness abound and freedom the source of pride and joy. A rebellion is brought to turn this vision into reality. Everybody sings songs of equality and brotherhood, and a constitution is set. Thereby begins the journey towards becoming civilized. The rebels pick up work from where the master left it and adjusts themselves to suit the need of the society. Those with influence and brain get to the front of the things and lead others achieve better living standards. Everybody is happy.

But things don’t always remain happy, do they?

So gradually, this feeling of happiness gives way to a general feeling of just “contentment”. Rations are reduced and workload is more than ever. Joviality is gone, but complacency exists. Freedom, it seems, is worth more than grain. The leaders now start taking up their roles even more seriously, almost violently. Moving speeches are made first, to quieten the mass. When these moving speeches aren’t moving enough for the mass to lie down quietly, phantoms from the past are used to scare them into submission (“Surely, comrades, you do not want Jones back?”). When even that stops working, fear of life is thrown in next in the equation. The oppressed starts getting hints now. When finally the policymakers start acting the way the governing body (us humans) before the rebellion did, then does the mass realize that they are back to where they started.

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Meeting Comrades, on the rocks!

When I came back from where I went today, my brain was bursting with the myriad of things/people/feelings I saw/met/experienced. I thought I had write a passionate post about it, and it will rock. But then my girlfriend soiled it (I am in a beautiful relationship with this friend of mine, it’s so beautiful its one-sided). Girls are such a waste of time, now I am void of what I felt for the event, and the passion for writing is no longer there. Still I am determined to write one, but don’t worry, the post will still rock, it’s your Blogger Number Ek after all!

So, where did I go today? I attended The Incredible ASUS IndiBlogger Meet. It was basically the launch of ASUS’s ZenFone, which marks the Taiwan company’s foray into the Smartphone Segment.

The phone is beautiful, has an excellent camera, a cute UI and Intel inside (Your welcome, Intel). But I am not going to do any (free) promotion here, so read up the reviews somewhere else. By the way, I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, the ZenFone:


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