just a few words dear.....

What happened dear??? I cant see u suffering from inside. From the last few weeks I am seeing u behaving abnormally…your pink lips don’t give that broad smile anymore which I used to evidence while going to my college in front of ur house….u lacked that charming big eyes, your unruly uncombed hairs just fades ur glamour, ur beauty… few days ago I heard you shouting over your beloved brother…. Not only u shouts over ur brother but u don’t even spare ur parents. I hear frequent quarrels from your house nowadays..U cruelly thrashed that innocent pet dog without any reason!!! Really I am shocked dear.
                                            I know you are not in normal situation nowadays. But why???? Well I heard from your friend about your break up with mohit… is this the sole reason???  If it is, then u are the silliest girl in the world!! He doesn’t deserves you ….precious things are meant only for the riches….just remember it..And u are TOO PRECIOUS! Don’t let him feel happy by watching you suffer. If u have a family that loves you, a few good friends, food on your table and a roof over your head, u are richer than u think…and beautiful things happen in your life when u distance yourself from the negative …and congrats dear u have distanced yourself from that  negative character!!!! Fake people only have images to maintain…and mohit was a fake guy.

            Hey can’t u remember our childhood days???i used to chase u with a stick , sometimes I used to pull your oil sucked pigtails…he he he ….and that was an  epic  prank which I used to play with u. I used to cover dogs potty with sand and tell u that inside the sand u will find chocolates…and funny part is u would end up with foul smelling dirty hands…though I received beatings from my mom but I still liked that prank very much. can u recollect how we used to play cricket in the nearby ground with our friends? It was  soooo much fun….but now you have changed… just remember the past …the joy …the melody in life ….the free spirit of ours…no boundaries, no tension, no complications…. But alas!!! u seemed to have forgotten all those. Dont know why i feel the pain when u are hurt, i feel the joy when u are happy.....

    

U doesn’t need others to complete you. After reading this u might rediscover yourself…hope that the lost kingdom of yours will soon be glorified…. Just stay happy dear! 

my dear best friend

my dear best friend,

U are stupid,weird, not perfect………but that’s ok..he he he ..i am like that too….we laugh at the randomness simple things. U know my ugliest sides. Even though we disagree sometimes…we never fights…yaa we quarrel but after 1 or 2 days again back to normal situation. When I am sad u are there to cheer me up!! Making sure I am ok….thanks for  it… 

body heat to charge smartphones !!!

In a bid to ensure a stable and reliable power supply to your smartphone , a team of researchers has now come up with the idea of a glass –fabric-based thermoelectric generator. The TE generator will be extremely light and flexible solution to powering of heart monitors, smart glasses and other wearable techs, producing electricity from the heat emitted by human body.

“mobile phones consume much high electrical energy compared to electrical sensors. Right now we are trying to make a sample that provides electricity for medical sensors. after that smartphones will be the next application of TE generator”- Byung  Jin Cho, a professor of electrical engineering at Korea Institute Of Science And Technology stated…the researchers have developed 2 types of TE generators. The organic based TE generators make use of polymers that are compatible with human skin. Inorganic based TE generators, however produce high electrical energy. The downside is they are heavy, rigid and bulky. Cho’s tech combines both organic and inorganic tech.

movie review : EK VILLIAN

After grand success of Aashiqui 2 comes another love- thriller presented by MOHIT SURI…..Though the script was not the best among the bollywood films still it’s neither that bad too. It was an average script(I will give 7 out of 10).  But the average script was shadowed by the sensuous, outstanding and brilliant works by ‘student of the year’ star Sidharth malhotra(guru), Aashiqui 2 sizzler shraddha kaapor(Ayesha) and the comedian now turned a stern serial killer none other than Riteish deshmukh.

 Frankly I neved expected siddharth to work such brilliantly. Guru, the loveless orphan grown into a gun-toting goon is a quiet, tough and ruthless boy, working for a politician, Prahlad. A dark past refuses to let Guru sleep at night until he meets a girl, Aisha. Aisha plays the role of central protagonist…she is a livewire-she smiles ,involves herself with various activities in the TO DO list, also transforms the ill clad shady life of Guru silently….i liked her role very much..

 
After repeatedly being cast in fun-loving/naughty parts in film after film, Riteish Deshmukh gambles with a dark, intense, sadistic character in EK VILLAIN. It's a radical shift from what he has portrayed thus far and I must add, the actor carries off the unpretentious, sinister streak with brilliance. A middle class man who's fighting his inner demons, you take to the performance all the more because Riteish manages to keep it fine-drawn and plausible.  Just hats off…

About the music, as we have evidenced in Aashiqui 2 Mohit suri didn’t disappoint us here in this movie. The tracks of GALLIYAN, BANJARA, ZARRORAT were simply awesome!! My favorite song being the GALLIYAN. The dialogues were good but there could have been some pore punch lines in the movie..

On the whole, EK VILLAIN is a stylish, spellbinding and terrifying edge-of-the-seat thriller. It's a step forward in this genre, without doubt. A sure-shot winner! There’s one in every love story, says the tagline of Ek Villain, and the film strains every sinew to justify it…..really justified. Still I think who is the real villain??? Guru or ritesh…..

HOTEL DIAMOND : THE SPECIAL MENU

It was a tiresome day at the office. Ankit was returning from his newly joined office but to his sheer bad luck he found the main road full of traffic …. “So much traffic that’s too in this winter night ….”-he wondered. It was 9pm by his watch, soon he discovered that a bolero had hit down a scooter and two people died instantly. Cursing his fate he turned the bike and planned to go through the canal route. It was a silent road surrounded by thick forests…the eerie atmosphere; the owls cry from the jungle, the sparkling green eyes of the jackal which just crossed the road, the cold shivering winds all made Ankit a little uncomfortable. He accelerated his bike and tried to reach his home as quickly as possible.

                                                       His bike was speeding down the route when suddenly a well lighted building, yet far from him, caught his eyes. He got his lost courage back and went in its direction. Soon he found that the building was a hotel with scanty people around it. 3bikes were parked along with 1 Tata sumo. The hotel was a 2 storied one with a signboard in which it was written HOTEL DIAMOND, focused by a mystic blue light. Ankit was hungry and so decided to eat his dinner in this hotel. As he opened the door he was warmly greeted by soft music playing in the hotel, he entered and found a cozy seat for him. He gasped through the red painted walls, the large Italian gothic statue, the leather tiger heads hanging from the walls…  all giving a horror appearance…. “What would you like to eat sir? ”- a lady may be aged around thirties , wearing a silk pure white saree purely contrasted with red lipstick , asked him gently with a mesmerizing smile on her face.

                                                      Ankit went through the menu card and ordered chicken biriyani. The lady, also the owner of the hotel, gently nodded her head and asked “ please don’t mind sir, why don’t you try our SPECIAL MENU? Its limited only once in a week and I can guarantee you will appreciate the dish..it will take you to another world..”.

 “What’s there in the dish?”- countered questioned Ankit.

“Fried rice and flesh of an animal”-she replied

“You mean chicken?”- Ankit questioned…. “Ha ha.. no sir its neither chicken, nor meat not pork either….this animal is seen all around us , from the beginning of the Earth yet very few tasted it….sir , believe me.. I won’t disappoint you”- the lady smiled. Ankit was totally melted by the longing eyes of the lady….he approved the dish and ordered it. The lady turned his face around and saw the cook standing by the kitchen…her eyesight was enough..The cook nodded his head as if he understood what was ordered! Such is the power of her silence!!!... After 5 mins the lady came with two dishes in her hand …the lights went off automatically …

                                            Ankit was a bit upset, but when he saw the beautiful fair white toned hands with black nail polish lighting the candle his mood totally changed. He was sweating even in this cold foggy night …it was ankit’s candle dinner for the first time. “Eat it…it’s all yours”-there was a sense of appeal in her voice. Ankit couldn’t stop staring at her even while eating the meal.. But to his surprise the food was tastier than expected….it was simply awesome. He couldn’t stop liking his fingers and praising the meal several times. But what flesh was that? This question lingered in his mind several times...Duck, tortoise or some other creature? So tender, fleshy …yet properly fried… Ankit now directly questioned to her about the ingredients offered to him... “You have to tell me mam which flesh was it….Please…I promise I won’t disclose to anyone?” – He insisted.

“Well if you want to know it’s your wish …..come to the kitchen with me….only you and I”- ha ha ha , the lady laughed in a strange manner. Ankit followed her through the dark passage of the kitchen. They entered a room, so heavily chilled that it almost made ankit to shiver.. “Why so cold…I think it’s below 0 degree centigrade here??”-came a shivering question from him. She remained silent, switched on the lights. The room contained several big boxes with ice spread over it.. “Go and open the boxes and quench your thirst...”. Ankit open a box and was soon petrified…..a cool wave ran down his spines..his face became pale, totally lost control over himself…and finally screamed. In front of him lies a human body without a head, preserved nicely by ice ,  …the left leg was missing… “Ha ha you recently had that nicely baked left thigh for dinner sir”-her cruel voice echoed the room….Ankit turned back..but it was too late.

                                              She chopped his head so nicely and delicately with a chopper as if she was the master in this job. Ankits body felled down, blood was oozing out from his headless throat, the last minute of struggle was evidenced by throwing his limbs but that too stopped after a minute.. She dipped her nice, thin, slim, nail art finger in the blood from his throat and tasted… “Perfect!!..go and prepare this body for tomorrows SPECIAL MENU …”- she smiled and  ordered the cook who was busy tearing apart his legs, hands and took out the heart from the body and put into his hungry mouth… 

                          THE SPECIAL MENU of DIAMOND HOTEL was now revealed but only within the four walls of the hotel…….

 

MOBILE CELL PHONE DETECTOR CIRCUIT

  This project is a simple cell phone detector project. This handy cell phone detector, pocket size mobile transmission sniffer can sense the presence of an active cell phone in a radius of 1m-1.5m.

As the cell phone sends or receives a message or call, it sends off a signal. This signal is detected by the circuit and will cause the LED to blink and buzzer to sound. This is the basic principle of the project.

 The circuit can detect incoming and outgoing calls, SMS, MMS, GPRS usage and video transmission even when the mobile phone is set aside in silent mode.

CIRCUIT DIAGRAM

¢The transmission frequency of a mobile ranges from 0.9GHz to 3GHz.So a circuit capable of detecting gigahertz signals is needed.

¢So we use a  disk capacitor C4(220nF), which will capture the signals from the  active cell phone transmission. The disk capacitor along with its leads form a small gigahertz loop to catch the signals.

¢The IC CA3130 is an op-amp, that is used in this circuit as a current to voltage converter. The capacitor C4 leads are the input for the IC1.The IC1 provides the base voltage to the transistor Q1.

•      Capacitor C5 (47pF) is connected across ‘strobe’ (pin 8) and ‘null’ inputs (pin 1) of IC1 for phase compensation and gain control to optimize the frequency response.

•      As the capacitor C4 receives the signal, the output of IC1 becomes high and low alternately depending on the frequency of the signal. This triggers the timer IC2 through capacitor C6 and the LED starts blinking and the piezoelectric buzzer starts sounding due to the timing components R5(10k) and C7(47uF) which set the  ON time to 1 second.

USAGES:

     1)It can be used to avoid the usage of mobile phones in examination halls, seminar halls, quizzes etc.

2)It can be used to avoid video transmission in a secret or private meeting.

 3)It can be used for military and civil defense purposes to detect mobile phones by increasing its radius of range.

4)It can be used in  hospitals and airplanes where, mobile signals interfere with the electronic equipment which may have fatal consequences

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HURTING THE HEART

It was an usual cold day of winter……but the weather was not at its best. Though it was not raining cats and dogs but still there was enough momentum in the sudden afternoon showers. Aditya was sitting in the balcony of his 2 storied house, watching the rains…the atmosphere seemed so lively and engrossed with purity. The green leaves, the yet charming sunset, the chirping of birds, the yellow-orange colour of the sky seemed to have made an impact on his curious mind.

                              Aditya, age of 16, lean , charming ,handsome , fair boy had  appeared for the ICSE in the present year and now after giving the exams he was free to do anything…  to play with friends, to make things out of junks(his favorite hobby),to roam where he wants all such normal phenomena’s which we have often encountered in our school life. But was he really free to do so??? “Get ready with all these competitive magazines, GKs. Look I have spent 150 rupees in buying all these …so start preparing from tomorrow…your exams ended on this Saturday, how can you afford to waste precious 4 days? Explain me? Don’t you know after two years you will have to give the ultimate test ….the IIT ENTRANCE..? Go you fool and study”-aditya’s father screamed at him. Aditya slightly bowing down his head went into the study room. Perhaps few droplets of water were seen in his curious eyes, trying to find his fault….

                           The rain stopped few hours ago and it was dark by now, aditya was trying hard to focus on the magazines but was not able to concentrate…..he wants to study English…the great shakesphere, keats , wordsworth all seemed to call him to a virtual world of English poems, short stories, novels…he lost himself thinking he was brutus and was killing Julius Caesar, a fake proud smile ran down his face…thought what would have happened if Frankenstein is now really made by some eminent  scientists… total devastation and destruction by the monster seemed so real in his imagination that he almost got a  jerk out of his fear… “the dinner is ready – come quickly”-summoned his mother in an angry tone… “father, what’s the use in becoming an engineer …many people are already engrossed in this business. So why not study arts…I too have my dreams of becoming a great writer one day……may be like chetan bhagat, jhumpa lahiri , ravinder singh???”-aditya questioned in a  fearing tone. His father was eating his dinner comfortably…but hearing this question stood petrified….looked at Aditya’s mother…she too was taken away by surprise….complete silence engrossed the room for a minute…. “are you joking my boy”-his father asked…NO was the answer….” how can you end up asking such stupid questions…..look at me …I earn 50,000 rupees being an electrical engineer how much you will earn by writing all sorts of rubbish?? You dumb fellow!! if you study arts beggars will also not come to beg in your houses..Get lost…. I have a plan and you will have to  follow it…you will study science, will get yourself enrolled in FIITJEE a prestigious institute and will appear for the life changing exams the IIT…..if you talk one more rubbish I will not tolerate you anymore…”-screamed adityas father in anger and astonishment…

                             Time passed slowly and after a month aditya was ready for attending his new school, don bosco model school, the prestigious school in the town. It was just a school for aditya but a sanctum for adityas father, proud at sons result of 86% in ICSE , getting highest in science group ….. The first day was quite interesting ….many new friends, new teachers, large classrooms with smart classes seemed like heaven to him. Astonished by everything he walked slowly by the corridor gasping at almost everything……chemistry, physics all kicked off at pace from the first day. He was slowly enjoying his subjects..

                             After a week aditya started going for FITTJEE to take up the challenge for the IITs.. “ good bye son, study well, you are now the architect of your own future”- his father patted him as he went down from the scooter in front of the coaching centre…he saw the hopes in his father’s eyes which was extraordinarily shining that day. “Good bye”- he greeted too.

                                           He went inside the building and was searching for the class when someone greeted him “hi aditya”..He step back, turned around …saw a young charming girl in front of him. She was looking him with a gentle yet so called dangerous smile!!! Her fair complexion really contrasted with the black t shirt and 3quarter jeans, her silky hair was waving gently in all directions with the wind, her eyes carried some light….some unexplainable magic which just left aditya into some hypnosis action…. “hi”-she told again…this time aditya managed to gather his senses and gave a shy look with  a gentle smile ….her name was Aparna banerjee, a teenager girl ,reading in the same section in adityas  school. She too was reading in this coaching centre. Aditya gently questioned  “are you too preparing for iit?”…yes came the answer from opposite site…both together entered the class sat in the same desk, though a little hesitation came from aditya however was melted by the sweet cute smile of her..

            The physics teacher came,  introduced himself, started with the vector chapter…null vector , relative velocity , velocity –time graphs all seemed going above the head like a tangent… aditya trying to focus but could not focus properly…….a fresh mesmerizing  smell of perfume really distracted him…he was now in a virtual world…with fast beating heart…something unnatural.

                                 “Enjoyed your class?”-his father questioned. Adityas answer was positive….went to home and sat alone. His mother noticing behavioral change questioned him of what happened….. “Nothing mom just a tired day ….so pressure in studies”-lied aditya….he never knew this was just the beginning of lies…beginning of HURTING the HEART….

                                     The next day he went to school and as usual was warmly greeted by her. Time passed and their friendship too was becoming stronger day by day….from mobile number exchange to facebook chat all was going well. Infact when aditya used to open his facebook account he used to see the inbox first desperately waiting for aparnas messages… yes sometimes when both were online they used to share their thoughts, emotions, little study related materials in facebook…. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg for inventing such a social site which really changed or rather transformed the lives of many. Things which were mush difficult to speak in front was easily shared using facebook.

                                     Around 6 months passed like this and time was gently passing when aditya and aparna both realized that they were no formal friends anymore-rather a relation much pure, much strong than ordinary friendship. what is it?? Though maths, physics and chemistry used to play a certain role in his life but still aparna’s external role was much influencing him….the mid semester of class 11 was over, got appreciate marks and his late night studying, his coaching all seemed to have an effect on his result, he passed out with flying colours…his parents were much happier than him, their determination to see aditya as a future engineer grew stronger day by day..

                                                   Aparna was an average student, not much enthusiastic about her career…engineering, MBBS, nothing soothed her. All she was interested is fashion, shopping, chatting with friends overall to enjoy life was her ultimate motto. She too felt something inside for aditya.. she used to love him. Adityas introvert nature, his smiling face, his staring at her. His cute messages with love stickers – she was attracted to all these…but do aditya think the same? This question used to disturb him a lot.

                                         The days coaching class at FITTJEE was postponed due to non availability of the scheduled teacher. “Look we have 3 hours to spare….So would you like to visit the amusement park nearby?” – Aparna questioned.. “Yeaah, sure”- aditya added.

Both started walking slowly…talking on various topics, reached the park, purchased 2 tickets and sat on the grass . “hey aditya, I want to tell something….”-aparna gave a dangerous smile. Aditya said “yes please continue....Always ready to hear you”..

Aparna: “look I want to tell that the first day I met you I felt something for you….your cuteness, sweetness, intelligence, your style of speaking all attracts me …..Want to evidence some good moments with you…so, it’s difficult to say but yes….I LOVE YOU,…..do you love me aditya?”

                           A line of sweat ran down through adityas  head…his cheeks became red due to blushing…….his ears were hot even in the cold evening….the words of her came like swift arrow hitting his heart….took around a minute to recover himself and slowly told  “ I love you too, honey”

The much waited words were spoken and now the Romeo Juliet phase was starting…..romantic chats in facebook was the usual routine, the mobile now takes really less time to discharge than it used to take few months ago…he used to stay awake late nights ….not for studying but to chat with her ….his performance was falling day by day and the date of the iit entrance was fast approaching… “What am I doing? I want to study but can’t focus …only you remains in my mind ….I want an engineering seat @IIT , can’t decide what to do”-made a complaint to himself in bliss of his solitude…

                                                   Again making up his mind for hard work started preparing when suddenly his mobile flashed with ‘tum hi ho’ ringtone. “hello, what are you doing my boy? Go to sleep or you will fall ill….understand?”-ordered aparna….

Aditya: “yes I was just making some physics notes ….sure I will sleep within 5 mins…you go to sleep honey..”

Aparna: “ok love you boy…ta ta……sweet romantic  dreams pagli……”

Slowly and steadily their love reached the maximum level…often bunked classes to go to ice cream parlors, restaurants etc. but both managed to roam here and there without their parents notice…..

                          Months passed and so called prestigious date of IIT finally arrived….aditya went to the examination center, looked baffled with the questions… “I have done same type of sums but why can’t I recollect?? Really puzzling questions”-he murmured. After 3 hours when he came out of the hall his father understood the performance of adityas by looking at his face………it was a failure…next day the answers were published in the newspaper and saw he managed to do somehow 18 questions which too carried 5 wrong answer …so the dream of iit was FINALLY OVER …no chance of getting selected.

                            Aditya was really very frustrated and so decided to call aparna. The mobile went ringing but no answer ……neither the messages were replied both in facebook and also in mobile…..this went on for 4 days when finally a fear arrived in one corner of his heart….what was the fear??? A fear of separation…. “No no, aparna can’t do this with me ..i am a good guy” – he patted and comforted himself..

                                      next day aditya went to the park alone to soothe himself from his daily boring schedule…..what he saw there just shooked the earth under his feet. Aparna was sitting beside an unknown boy and was holding his hands and talking very affectionately in a romantic manner…aditya just stood motionless..Cant able to think what’s next? What to do???….

                                                 He went back to his house. A day latter his IIT results were out, he failed to secure a seat in the prestigious institute….all his dreams, his parents dream, all were simply washed away and hopeless. He saw his father sitting silently without any emotions, his mother too sitting with her bright sparkling eyes….aditya was simply petrified with emotions……the loss of aparna, the failed IIT exam, the worrying faces of his parents all made him to suffocate from inside.

                                                He silently went into his room. Aparna was a perfect cheater, she cheated her…. “if I would have listened to my brain, and  have ignored her than perhaps I would have secured a seat in IIT….my dreams are over….i listened to my heart, loved her  which proved me wrong… I am a looser…..”-aditya realized slowly,                    saw his mothers beautiful saree lying on the floor….gave a look at the fans hook on the ceiling…calculated the distance which was ideal for his next step…and simply locked the room…

                                                After 2 hours his mother went to call him. “Aditya…open the door. Look I have bought some food for you..Next year again try again… don’t break your heart...”-his mother silently said…. But no reply came. After constantly calling for 15 minutes her mother felt something abnormal and then started thumping the door. His father too joined and giving a push they managed to break the door.

                   They found aditya hanging from the ceiling…… his face was white in colour….maybe he gasped for last breathe….a few drops of blood on the floor was spotted falling from his nose…… the window was open …a gentle breeze  swayed his body a bit….. His heart was not beating anymore…the journey for IIT was over…now no more HURTING the HEART…..

EMOTIONALLY CHALLENGED ROBOT

I love robots. But do the insane robots love me??? This is where humanity fails....GOD created humans, humans created robots and robots created ??? No answer...what will happen if they are bounded with feelings, little motors controlling at their will power, the locomotive movement not controlled by just gears and microprocessors but will be governed by emotions! Is it practical? Sci-fi movies like robocop, robot, transformers witnessed us with what will happen if they are given life...nothing but mass scale destruction... But robo - future is not too away ...even i can dream it. Artificial intelligence is now at its best ..the combination of genetic engineering, biotechnology, instrumentation merged with robotics can be the best fusion ever witnessed !!!! But still somewhere behind the heart an unknown dear lies...whats next? Will we be the slaves of our own destiny mastered by the robos??? The world is waiting....

MY FIRST POST

Hmm....finally want to reveal myself ,my ideas,my thoughts,my complaints(which i cant share with a particular person),my likings.....and MY LIFE.....dont know how to start, which topic to choose but anyway i will surely come up with bright posts....take this as my personal diary....From film, political criticism to my crushes all will be shared here.....no masala gossips are entertained..if YOU like then read on otherwise simply click the red cross button.