My First encounter with Internet

When I was in engineering, most of my classmates were localites and especially girls were all from the same place. But most of the girls used to be in their own groups and always used to talk loudly during break. I had some good friends in my class. One fine day, when I was still in 1st sem, they were all talking about chatting and internet. I had some idea about internet, but I had never used it before. So I was listening with so much of interest about this wonder called internet. All that they were talking was about chatting. One of my classmates was telling about how she lied to a guy when he asked about her. The way she was explaining each and every line of her chat showed that she thoroughly had fun. That whole group was laughing loud.
Another day, one of my friend said that her brother (our senior in the same college) had opened an email account for her. I had heard these terms, but absolutely had no clue about using an email account. Since she was a bit close to me, I asked her, how is she going to use it? She said “ I don’t know, my brother said he had been to the internet center and opened an account for me. He said he will teach me sometime later”.

At that time there were hardly 2 or 3 browsing centers in the entire city and the price per hour was around 90-100 rupees. I wanted someone who can help me while browsing because I was not ready to waste so much money just to explore.
One day my one more good friend came to me and suggested that we will go for browsing (even this term was new: P). We decided that we will both share a single computer so that our budget won’t cross our limits. I was excited to see what this wonder is going to be.

So we both went to the browsing center which was near our college and asked for a computer for browsing. We asked that net center person for some help since we were very new. The first thing that person opened for us was MIRC. It took almost an hour for us to get adjusted to what was going on on the computer screen. Met a film actress from Philippines(that’s what she told us :P). In the beginning we asked her what she was doing. She seemed to be very annoyed and hurt, she said “ you don’t know me! I am an actress here”. Probably she might have thought she is world famous (Or was she just fooling us..) On that day in the browsing center we both did only chatting and the bill was around 200 rupees.

Then another day, we wanted to open an email account. We were walking towards the same browsing center. Suddenly I told my friend that it will be convenient for me if we go to a browsing center near my hostel. She asked me why. Then I said, “If I create the account near my hostel, it will be easy for me to go to that place whenever I want. Otherwise I have to come to this place each time”. My friend luckily didn’t laugh at me. She explained me what her brother (who was already a software engineer then) had explained her. That was also a big wonder for me when I got to know that we can open our account from any center and access it from somewhere else.

Everything has changed over this period of time (almost 8-9 years). Now even my cousin who is in 2nd class knows most of the things about computer and Internet browsing. Whenever I see him talking/asking about these things, I remember my first encounter and laugh alone.

Cargo Pants

The dictionary meaning of Cargo is load,shipment,goods,freight.
According to me probably the cargo pants are designed keeping this in mind with lots of pockets.
Trying to put some real uses of cargo pants.These are derived from personal experiences.
1. avoid carrying a small bag when shopping/travelling.
2. if you really want to avoid carrying a handbag, you can stuff in as many things as possible including a small purse, big mobile phone,comb,cosmetics,chocolates and many more things..(now guys dont worry, you can carry your wife/GF's things if you dont have enough things to stuff in the pockets :P)
3. With all the things on your body inside the cargo pockets, you need not have to worry about forgetting/losing your small bag or big mobile phone.
4. Ladies..If you really are bored of carrying a handbag everytime(atleast I feel bored), ask your BF/Hubby(if you dont have either, ask your brother/friend/father) to wear a cargo..simple..you can roam freely. Trust me..this is after seeing my friend's experience.
5. What do you think.. only obesity is a problem? Nope...people struggle to put on some weight. Such people can actually look a bit fatter than usual. It will be really good if the pockets are full(:P)
6. Last and the least(:P), you can be comfortable in them.
So far I have found the above points which are beneficial from Cargo Pants. You are most welcome to post some more which are left out here or if you find any of the points above are not correct.That will be really interesting.

Me and Mysore

Mysore, according to me, is the heaven on earth. Everything about it is so special. Almost everything that happened during my 2 years of my stay in Mysore is a memorable event. I go nostalgic whenever I think of Mysore.
Any city will be more appealing if we like the people of that place. Mysoreans, according to me, are very hospitable. Though I was staying away from home, I never felt that way. Even now, if I find any mysorean, they are the same. They become my friend very easily(or I become their friend easily?).

As I said before, every moment is special. Trying to list down some of them which may seem very silly but still that nostalgia comes up when I think of them. Some incidents, I just remember I laugh at them.
I cant forget the daily routine of going to school with my best friend on bicycle from shankar matt road, in front of Banumayya’s college and then finally our school which was called the treasury of Ranks(ryankugala kanaja as it was called in newspapers).

Sanskrit class taught by NRM, was a combination of fun and studies. Sanskrit grammer is considered to be tough, but I still remember some grammer through his jokes.
Our science teacher with his ultimate scoldings in kannada is still unforgettable.
Each one of them had their own style…and I still remember most of it.
Those special coaching classes for 10th class students during summer vacation had left me worried..cos I was not a part of those classes L. My determination after that.. Pinning that first rank badge to my shirt with pride.. giving a sort of look to the people who turned to look at my badge …hahaha… what a fun.. !!
When I participated in handwriting competition, don’t know what happened, it was so bad(I actually got appreciation from my teachers in regular classes), I dint know that I also could write so badly(competition nalle hange aagbeka?).
The churmuri gaadi outside school….hmmmm..if I remember, even now my mouth starts watering..what a taste it had man!! Never found that taste anywhere till now..
My friend had this weird belief that if we see only one crow it is not a good sign. So we used to search for another crow if at all we saw a single crow. If we were unable to find, there was a guy in our class who was mischievous, notorious(that’s what we thought) and a bit dark. We consoled ourselves by seeing him.. :D..
Usually on Saturday we never went home directly. Go on a round trip on our cycles and then reach home by lunch time. On one such Saturday, my cycle(with me) had an accident with a kinetic Honda in ramakrishna circle. Funniest thing was, the cycle owner didn’t have the slightest injury, but sadly that Kinetic Honda owner was hurt and the cycle was damaged with most of the spokes broken. There was a huge crowd with traffic police also in the crowd. All sympathy towards the cycle owner though KH owner was hurt.. :P… heheeh..funny..
My Deepavali celebration at my friend’s home is one more thing I cant forget.
No Mysorean has hurt me till now..or is it that I haven’t come across any such people?
When I went for a trip to Mysore during my engineering days, I was soooo nostalgic that I became speechless for a while..i was very involved in associating my memories with each and every place I was seeing from the window. My college friends were very annoyed at my silence all of a sudden!!!

Call it whatever, nostalgia or nonsense, I like anything that is associated with Mysore like Mysore pak, Mysoru Mallige, Mysore Ananthswami , K.S Narsimhaswamy(for mysore mallige kavana sankalana), Mysore Silk Mysuru Dasara, Mysuru Aramane, Mysuru people everything..

There are lots and lots of things to write about my experience in Mysore. But I think it is enough here.

Modala Todala Nudi

Finally opened my own blog today!!!!
I had planned to write a blog since long time. But don’t know why I didn’t take the initiative to make a start. I had also got the tips from my friend about writing a blog. But probably I felt that I do not have anything interesting to blog. However, after reading so many blogs I got to know that very simple things can be put in a very interesting way.
I have not written any article so far except for the essay writings in school exams that too with preparations. So with a little nervousness, here is my first attempt in the direction of presenting things in an interesting way.
I always expect your valuable comments on my blog which will help me in writing really interesting posts.
With these forewords, launching my own blog!!!