Game over

Immense pressure and workload over the last couple of weeks led to me being decidedly workaholic and deliberately reticent.  I had to delve into my pools of reserve Force to be able to complete these tasks.  Said tasks being my Midterm exams and my project.  Pity they don’t grade you on the basis of blood-medichlorian content.  Stand first every single time, I would.( Greetings Master Yoda).  Studness only.

My project is my bane (very much similar to Isildur’s bane only his bane was a visible ring and WAY cooler).  Murphy’s law passed every single test case while my software didn’t.  Learning and putting a software platform to use isn’t as easy as it sounds.  Especially if it’s within 15 days.  Experience.

Total engrossment in software paradigms and error conditions and metadata lead to me looking at everything in terms of 1/0, yes/no, win/fail though I was visibly partial to the last of the three.  All my efforts seemed to be dedicated to the goal of achieving Pwnage.  In hindsight, I realise I over did it causing severe loss of cool to myself and marked increase in fool.  This is where I put words out of usage(yes. I not only introduce the general public to new words, but also put words out of vocabulary).  The P-word is no longer a part of the Explorer’s dictionary.

P.S: The Explorer still P-words all of you and and his blog still is the home of all W-word on the internet and I still live in the pursuit of  voiding the world of all F-word.

Aah, the sweet taste of W-word.

Metempsychosis, the return

I have been very occupied with all the developments in the social networking cloud, what with Failbook and my social life being absolutely pwned by my desktop computer.  Countless evenings (and nights) being spent in company of people belonging to the I-don’t-have-a-life persuasion, myself included.  My case has not been given any kind of help considering that I have a past history of application abuse wherein I was dangerously addicted to Failbook games by name Texas Hold ‘em Poker and Mafia Wars.

It had gotten to the point where I was regularly having nightmares about how I had managed to get amazing hands in poker (namely 4 of a kinds and full houses), up the ante, pot commit all the players and then lose to hands like a straight flush or a royalty.  These are but a few of the nightmares.  Detailed and descriptive accounts shall be published as part of my memoirs.  I also vividly recall dreaming about Mafia Wars strategies and game-play choices and decisions.  Virtual and real life were about Mafia Wars.  Countless friends have been abused/unfriended and countless strangers have been friended for the pursuit of excellence on this one game.  I currently lie at a respectable level 347 with the title of Avtoritet Don Niccolo Machiavelli.  Don Niccolo Machiavelli being my recently adopted pseudonym, my first alias being Don < ^ WaRLuND ^ >.  For the definition of war-lund, check Oxford’s dictionary under “w” and go to any Indian street and start screaming the other half of the word loud for explanations pertaining to it’s definition.

With a lot of help, support, love and affection from certain determined and caring individuals, I managed to rid myself of these vices.  To the point where I absolutely do NOT play poker anymore and can go for days without checking on the progress of my Mafia Wars alter-ego,  in the process getting myself addicted to a browser-game called Travian.  This can be excused owing to the fact that Travian is run on an independent platform and NOT on a social networking site.

But after successfully rehabilitating myself, I observed that I did not spend any less time in front of the machine.  Only difference being, instead of progressing through levels or making virtual cash, I was socializing.  It was like my virtual social life got a few shots of meth.  Hours and hours of empty waste taking it’s toll on my psychological and physical health.  Mental inactivity finally took it’s toll on me and I have reached a point where I know I have to stop.

I read about a certain concept called Virtual Suicide in a newspaper.  The action I’m taking here is not unlike said suicide, but in real terms, it’s the exact opposite.  I am giving my life back to myself.  Taking away the monotony and going back to the way things are supposed to be.  Social networking is now officially out of my life.  Let’s face it, I’ve never been big on having a social life.  Routine blog posts may show up on my Facebook wall.  But I shall not be there to read your comments or notice your likes.  People may still keep in touch with me (if you’re crazy enough) via things called telephones, e-mails or even the obsolete form of keeping in touch which entails physically being present before communication can occur.

Months ago, I made a post by the name Mine Metempsychosis, which basically means rebirth.  If that post marked my rebirth on the blogosphere, this post marks my rebirth and my re-entry into a normal non-virtual world.

To continued write and social not-working.

-The Explorer

The Explorer’s exodus

After a couple of years of blogging, in the course of which, I learnt the ropes of the  concept of Weblogs, started off on my own as an amateur blogger and managed to build up a respectable count of posts.  2 years on, much has  changed.  But I still am an amateur and still learning each and every day.

Starting off on Blogger, I was used to a minimal level of facilities provided by the application.  As I progressed, though my progress was quite delayed on the time-blog continuum, I learnt the use of several utilities and widgets that were very handy in composing posts and analyzing blog patterns.  This is where the switch to WordPress came into the picture.  Wordpress offers bloggers like myself several facilities and utilities that make blogging a more enjoyable process.

Here, I shall continue to unleash ab imo pectore, ad infinitum, as I have always done.  Loyal followers, if there be any, join me.  I stay in the game, I write, you read, I score.

Change is good.  Change is strong enough to get a black man into the White House.  Change is here.

To continued write, randomness and facility.

Ad infinitum

I head into my end of semester exams in about a fortnight’s time, and all that my acquaintances ask me is how much progress I have made with my syllabus.
As a rule, during the preparatory leaves, I lead a totally unsocial life. This includes not stepping out of my house for days on end. I love being holed up without being in touch with anyone. Some people do stay in touch, somehow or the other(curse mobile communications) but that I tolerate more as a formality.
What I hate most about mobile communications is messaging. I hate messaging. I prefer calls anyday, but there is a distinguished class of the public who are too busy to pick up calls or do not attend to calls and hence as a direct consequence, you have to message them. I am now looking for a cell phone that does not have the “sms/mms/ems” functions. Sort of like a reverse pager.(A pager was a phone without calls and facilitated reading of messages for the uninitiated).
But sometimes messaging does help.(very rarely)
I also happen to know that none of the people who are referred to in the above post, will have the inclination to read a blog, hence the freedom with which i unleash ab imo pectore.
The consequence of this being that I have now become a long haired pillock with an untamed stubble who has no love of civilisation. Indirectly, you can say I’ve become something of a caveman albeit without the trademark sexual urges and lack of hygiene.
The effect that the P.L has on me is amazing, I am a different person when I have college to attend though I must admit, I prefer the P.L version of me.
As and when I find a mobile with the features I so crave, I shall be kind enough to post a picture of the same on this here page.
Peace.