New Year, New Beginnings at Oracle

Hi guys.
If I hadn’t mentioned it explicitly before, I am graduating next month and the next phase of my life, or “project” if you will, will be at Oracle Server Technologies, where I have been offered a position as a technical writer. As part of the fresher process, I was asked to write a short piece which would be published on Oracle’s blog. This is the original post, which did not get published because of an understandable lapse in time. You can’t exactly put a new year post in April (UNLESS… you’re talking about the financial/academic year! :O ). Anyway, I’m reproducing this here and the published piece in another post for your enjoyment.

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The Pointlessness of Waiting

I AM really uncomfortable right now. This story took me a week of blockages and story changes, and I’m sick right now. -.-‘
Therefore, please enjoy because I’m proud of how it turned out! 😀

“I’m really uncomfortable right now.”

“It’s a nice full day today,” Maice observed. “All right everyone, I want to see enthusiasm! Let’s go.” The staff spread out as customers started filing in. Duvairé had always been a popular restaurant, and it would be a rare day if you didn’t see at least three sets of customers waiting in the lounge for seats. They craved the highly acclaimed food, but they thronged the restaurant doors day and night for the high quality of service and welcoming nature of the staff.

The restaurant was quite large and well-lit. It had been quite fortuitous that they had been able to acquire that kind of land space for this, and they had made the best of it. The restaurant catered to the finest customers, and it definitely looked the part – with beautiful set pieces on every table and flowing curtains over the long windows. The square tables had been arranged in a loose grid, with each alternate column slightly offset for that perfect “arranged mess” look.

“I have to do well today. The old man is expecting it,” thought Maice, who had been left in charge that day. The regular manager was on a rare leave, and it was the first time Maice had been left in charge. Doing well would prove his chops, and improve his standing with his seniors and colleagues at the restaurant. He had a battle plan in place. Having been at the restaurant a couple of years now, he knew how the manager liked to handle his team, and how he approached the steady line of customers, making sure waiting times were low, and clients were happy. Maice had his own modifications ready, but he wanted to go by the book at first.

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Piyush Daga (4892) – A new WordPresser emerges!

So a friend of mine from school started a (Indian) film review blog as recently as… 8 hours ago. His name is Piyush Daga, and he was the Prefect of the Student Council (=Student Body Head, Student President, The Big Kahuna etc.) from our batch (2011). His blog is born from motivation by several of us after reading some of his film reviews on Facebook. My job here is to make him look as cool as possible, so here goes.

Classy as f***
Classy as f***


Name: Piyush Daga

Education: St. Joseph’s College, Bangalore; Don Bosco School, Kolkata.

Blog: PiyushDaga4892
Blog Content: Reviews – Indian Films
Blogging Experience: Beginner

Herein I include his first post – A review of the movie “2 States”, released yesterday, based on the book of the same name by author Chetan Bhagat.

It was a mere coincidence that Chennai And Punjab clashed not only on the field but also in 1500 theatres of India today. In the end, the game and the love emerged victorious.
“Dil Chahta Hai” was a game changer. “Wake Up Sid!” was a breath of fresh air. “2 States” is on similar lines in terms of its execution; the common link being the music directors. The Music must be credited for the success of these films. The trio of Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy catch the beat of the film. ‘Mast Magan’ and ‘Chandaniyan’ shine among the lot. The lyrics of Mast Magan carry that old world stamp! The music is well-knit with the storyline.
If one attributes a Rahul to SRK, then a Krish has to be Arjun Kapoor. After a long hiatus comes a name that suits the character and the actor to the core. In that sense, the film is close to the reality.
The first 40 minutes are surprisingly fast and thankfully so. The essence of the movie is not the love story but the TWO STATES. The casting is perfect. The marriage is shot beautifully. The fact that the couple does not want to elope did remind me of DDLJ.
Arjun looks like Junior Bachhan in parts, but thankfully underplays. He looks uninterested in the songs though.
The female lead-well just three words-AILA! AALI ALIA.. She looks beautiful, is a chicken eating Tamil Brahmin, and is not wannabee-ish to say the least!
The stars of the film are the parents-be it the rude Punjabi Amrita Singh, the graceful Revathi, the calm Shiv or the inebriated Ronit Roy. The parents own the film. It is more about the difference between two parts of India- North and South. The love story is only a medium to portray the 2 states. The biggest highlight is the relationship between Krish and his father. Hats off to Abhishek Varman for showing us this bond. It is the most complicated one and he handles it very well. The Hero is undoubtedly RONIT ROY. A very restrained yet heart-warming act!

Watch it with friends. The dialogues are funny. It is common parlance.

Does this generation really care for family values? Chetan Bhagat did. Do you?

WrestleMania 30: The Entertainment Extravaganza

Here follows my quick short review of WrestleMania 30, partly because after months and months, I have been satisfied by a PPV event, the last one being SummerSlam. Since then, each PPV has been a disappointment, bar The Shield, and screwy finishes and bad booking led to a very noticeable drop in ratings for the WWE. However, WrestleMania is the time they get their stuff together, and this time around, the extra effort showed in spades, with great match after great segment.

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The Gupta Family Curse lives on

To this day, the Gupta Family Curse lives on. We deal with it every time we travel by train. Sometimes, it would follow us to the skies, but it is most comfortable with the railways, because it gets more time to mess with us.

None of us know how it originated. We do not know which witch under which Cyprus tree brewed her malicious potions and who she slipped it to – us Guptas don’t keep historical records very well. My memory only goes as far back as my mother, when my sister and I were still part of this plague. We were squadron leaders on the dark side of the force, yet now we are not the hunters, we are the hunted.

Ah those were the days – the days we were oblivious to the curse. Back then, it wasn’t bothersome. It felt like a fly feels to a mighty lion – a minor annoyance. But ever since I got ahead of myself and recognised it, the curse has borne its fangs wide. Without fail, every train journey we take starts with us carefully and shiftily looking around us, for signs of the dreadful curse and sure enough, there they are – kids.

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I come back this week.

Tomorrow is my last examination for a long, long while. Like, really long. Like I-got-a-job long. And on Thursday, I head home to Kolkata… by train, so I shall arrive Friday afternoon.

Before that I have to wrap up many things here, like cleaning, and meeting a few people, and getting some other work out of the way. Basically, what I am saying is that I’ll be free starting Friday afternoon.

So it is perfectly logical that I promise that there will be two new essays put up this week, probably Saturday. Two long essays. Like, really long. Like 5-pages-each-holy-cow-are-you-kidding-me long. Yeah… perfectly logical.  🙂 😀

I haven’t given this blog attention for nearly a month now, but I refuse to let my 2014 momentum go and let tumbleweed gather in this blog again. I’m unemployed again, for nearly 3 months this time. I plan to use this time to re-learn Android, and put out at least 1 app on the Play Store, so look out for that (I’ll update that here), and of course, to write several pieces for this blog.

My current post count is 36 or so. I want to set a realistic goal here, so by June 1st, I’ll get that post count to at least 60, where at the bare minimum 15 of those 24 new posts will be essays or stories. Because I <3 you, the readers of my old young blog. I hope that is an acceptable number.

Coming back to the 2 posts for this Saturday (IST, BTW) – I think they’ll be posts on “The Grand Gesture of Nostalgic Camaraderie” that I mentioned in Coming Up (almost ready), and a nice long essay on Exaggeration, so look forward to it.

Excluding Facebook and Twitter, I have 42 followers (nice number for sci-fi fans). I take this moment to mention you all by name (see if you figure out how to read the names) –

Followers and Readers and Scholars and therefore, Friends

and it is time I made them my top priority. 🙂 Coming back soon, wait for me.

Death and Suffering: A fear of the Unknown

There is this really old lady who loiters about an area near my current residence. She’s a pathetic thing – unwashed, uncaring. Most of the time I see her sleeping on the sidewalk.

Update: Having looked at this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge, I decided to make this post my submission, with the idea that considerations of age often lead to considerations of death and impermanence.

Morbid title, isn’t it?

There is this really old lady who loiters about an area near my current residence. She’s a pathetic thing – unwashed, uncaring. Most of the time I see her sleeping on the sidewalk. The day I started writing this, I saw her bite something, not sure if it was fruit or bread, and immediately lay down, back to her usual stupor. Also, I once saw her sleep through some brats annoying her, pulling on her blouse etc. She is the inspiration for this post.

Death is a saddening event, right? The thought of a loved one not being available to interact with ever again is depressing indeed. Death is therefore, a countdown timer that haunts every living being incessantly, at least unconsciously, if not consciously. It scares us, which is why we have what is called survival instinct – the switch from unconscious fear of death to conscious fear of death. The concept of death influences everyone eventually, at very fundamental levels. But is death really that bad?

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Coming Up

Hi guys,

So it’s been near two weeks since I wrote something. Such a shame, because the blog was just starting to pick up. 😛

I’ve been insanely busy though, what with wrapping up college projects and laboratory records and whatnot, and trying to find time with friends and make grand gestures of nostalgic camaraderie. :/
Anyway, I’m sorry for the slack, and this is a short piece to tell you about stuff that I’ll put up soon.

I recently bought a new phone (and with my own money no less), and I love it, so I might put up an end-user review here. The device in question is the Motorola Moto G.

There’s a grand gesture of nostalgic camaraderie coming up tomorrow (postponed from today), so I will document it and put it up soon, hopefully by Saturday evening (IST).

I also loved the Weekly Writing Challenge and the concept of imagesets of 3, so I will probably write something in that capacity soon.

I have about 20 ideas and drafts for Assorted Essays, but I doubt you’ll see any of those this week. Sorry. 🙂

Meanwhile, you could read these three recommended posts:

Let Me Reintroduce You

The Wooden Walking Stick

5 Reasons we Feel The Need to Hate

Alright, back to feeling suicidal over my college project. See you guys soon! 🙂

The Wooden Walking Stick: Dangers of Getting Comfortable with Comfort

What could possibly be wrong with fixing your own schedule around a flexible and comfortable deadline, and having the freedom to do whatever else you want? Let me tell you.

I was thinking of this topic today morning (at 9; It’s still morning here as I write this), and I had formed the basis and structure in my head. The word ‘atrophy’ was buzzing around. As I sat down to write, I saw an e-mail from The Daily Post: The Weekly Writing Challenge.

Intrigued because I had never done one before, I looked at it, and I made an immediate connection with this post. For anyone who has watched House M.D., you know about Dr. Gregory House’s atrophied leg and his iconic walking stick (not just the flame-print one, but also the classic polished wooden stick).

In case you don't, here.
In case you don’t, here.

This post is about the dangers of getting too comfortable with things that we do or people that we meet, lest we atrophy in a similar manner. To get a clearer idea of what I’m talking about, read on.