…Clueless

I took these screenshots a few weeks back from one of my college labs. We were asked to run some SQL queries on our systems when I saw the Nod32 icon in the taskbar. I was surprised that my college was using it and had it on all the systems in the lab.

Just out of curiosity, I went to the control panel of the software to see if the software was licensed or not. To my utter surprise, it was a cracked version.  It used the Nod32FiX by nSane if I’m not wrong. Check out the screenshots.

After a few more days snooping around in the college labs, I found that many of the PCs in my college labs have the same cracked version of Nod32 installed. Since the students are not allowed administrative access, it is most definitely the work of the college authorities. Students had given feedback that all the systems were infested with worms that further infect their USB sticks when copy the stuff they’ve made. So this is the remedy the college has come up with. Bravo!

Somebody… anybody… you…

It’s been long since I heard a song and instantly liked it. Well no more…

Suddenly, there arrives a song, who with its brilliant musical arrangement and lyrics caught my mind like never before. The song is waste by Seether. I find myself listening to it all day… and as stated in the previous post, it gives me my dose of sadness. The song oozes pain and sadness… the wasy the guitar is played… the way those guys have sung the chorus makes the pain all the more real.

Probably one of the finest compositions I’ve heard in a while with so much emotion and pain put into the song. Amazing.

Its a little peculiar and I’ve only recently noticed this - I enjoy sadness. I like getting depressed. I like to have that pain shoot up inside of me. I like the feeling when my head gets so heavy that tears just trickle out of my eyes. I don’t know what to make of this condition because overall I’m quite happy and satisfied with my life. In fact, life’s never felt better and the future’s never looked so promising.

Then why do I find myself constantly listening to sad and depressing songs, watching movies that make me wanna cry (yes CRY!)… It’s beyond my reasoning. I’m not troubled by this recent revelation but I’m so fucking curious to find out the reason behind all this.

On my playlist : Seether - Waste.

People are outside… partying… somehow this New Year scares me…

Anyways, Happy New Year… hopefully.

This is probably one of the funniest videos I’ve seen in a while.
If you follow the comments on any popular blog, you’ll easily get the humour.

I flunked in three exams in the first sem. I cleared all of them. Only one remains which is a mass repeat. Will hopefully clear that exam as well.
A lesson that I learnt was that it’s never to late to correct what went wrong. Better than crying and committing suicide.

Currently listening to :
Three Days Grace - Never Too Late

Na na… that’s not the code name for some terrorist organization. Its just a model number of a battery that comes with a number of Nokia phones - 46 million of them to be precise.

And its defective. It overheats. It gets deformed. Who knows, it might even burst!!

I seriously advise people to check Nokia’s website for more information and to check if their battery if one from the defective
lot.

• http://www.nokia.com/batteryreplacement/en/

The good part is, Nokia will replace the defective pieces. So don’t start panicking and switch off your phones. Wait for Monday to come (Aug 15th is a holiday, Saturday, Sunday too) and get your battery replaced. Don’t wanna discourage you here but the Nokia Care people are even more terrorizing. They returned my phone after two weeks and they just had to tighten a screw. So make sure you put some pressure on them. Good luck and stay safe!!

Love… Humbles you… grounds you…

I’m writing after a very very long time.

This story is regarding our very own Mahatma Gandhi, the Father of our nation.
The Tribune recently published a story about Gandhi and his affair with a woman. I’ve published the article on TMP, in order to kick off things there. The article links to the newspaper’s website and shows the full article. Hop over to TMP and give it a read.

Cheers!!

And yeah, I’m gonna get back in action again now. So those of you willing to contribute to The Melting Pot, gimme a buzz.