Day 2: DIY – Smartphone Hologram


DIY – Smartphone Hologram

While browsing through some posts on Facebook, I came across this video, and was blown away by how spectacular it looked and how simple it sounded…

I decided to give it a try.

I cut out 4 Trapezoids on a clear plastic board with a craft knife and taped the sides together to form a shape like below. I doubled the sizes to 2cm, 12cm, 7cm, because I was going to use an iPad.

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Search on Youtube for Hologram videos. (I personally liked the butterfly and the fireworks). Place the narrow end of the pyramid at the center of the video. Switch off the lights for a better effect. Enjoy your Hologram. 🙂

If you try this, do let me know how it turned out.

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Day 1: 55F – A New Beginning


55F – A New Beginning

He stood there for a while, staring at all the others staring back at him. It had been a while since he was there; since they were there. He looked around to find an empty spot, but he knew it would be tough on the first day of the year. Resolutions usually broke by Mid-January.

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The Facebook Patriot!


Listen to us, We’re The Facebook Patriots…
Here we are, revelling our Independence Day.
Before we hit ‘Like’ or ‘Share’ this on our wall.
Care to listen to what the Indian in us would say?

Tricolor on our chests, joy and fervor in our hearts.
It used to be a matter of real pride celebrating This day.
Videos of patriotic songs, photoshopped posters on Facebook.
15th August, today means ‘Chak De India’ on the bluray.

We curse the rising price to buy life today.
Post information comparing petrol prices around the earth.
And yet when it comes to us, are neither judicious nor wise.
Expensive cars, fast bikes, we spend our life in mirth.

And why shouldn’t we, for we earn in a year, and spend,
What our parents spent their enitre lifetime to save.
That thing called inflation, may have gone through the roof.
And yet we go on treats, and needless parties rave.

We curse the Government and pity the weakening Rupee.
And yet secretly smile at the exchange rate.
For we buy home plots, and build swanky flats,
With money in the U.S, we pray for the Dollar to inflate.

We only shake our heads at the soldier dying on the border.
Blame the ‘soft’ Government on not taking a stand.
But the usually mute, get vociferous on Facebook timeline,
When a 3 hour movie doesn’t release on the day it was planned.

We ask for a separate state as if it were a piece of cake.
And burn the country for it, like a bunch of fools.
And around the time they give in, we yell we don’t want any.
We show our dear politicians how to divide and rule.

We take a special interest to ridicule our Mute hapless PM.
Share posts about ‘The Madam’, ‘Son’ and ‘Son-in-law’ with glee.
We talk about this PM ‘Modi’fication as if some magic wand.
Truth is, not one man, but the whole nation awakening is the key

We see our sisters and daughters suffer in silence everyday.
Eve teasing and rapes, we condemn them, we rightfully curse.
On Facebook, we talk about Woman Independence and empowerment.
And yet never realize, just words and inaction is equally worse.

And no, oh Facebook Patriot, I don’t hold this against you.
For we all are travellers on the same sinking boat.
While we may cry, laugh or ridicule at our plight.
Frankly, We know not what to do to keep us afloat.

-x-

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55F: The Ordeal


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He had been hanging there for half an hour now with death hovering at his feet. Clinging for dear life, he and the poor souls around him had brought this upon themselves. The ‘Master’ emerged, ceremoniously throwing paper bits at their faces, who finally granted them their freedom after announcing – “Final stop… TNagar bus-stand…”

-x-

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55F: The Consent


He couldn’t do it. What would she think of him? Years of love and trust could be destroyed by a piece of paper. But then it was ‘their’ order and he had no choice. He fought his fears, wiped off the nervous sweat, and finally approached her.

“Mom..”

“Can you sign my School Progress-Report?”

-x-

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Aapis Aapis – 7: Vacation Plans


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Once Upon A Time…


Kids

Once upon a time…

You hated being called a kid, but everyone loved you for that.

Play time was outside the house.

TV time was on Wednesdays and Fridays to watch Chitrahaar.

You only got to watch cartoons on Doordarshan on Sunday morning.

You loved to tear the blue inland letters for your grandparents, and prided yourself in doing it clean.

You could do absolutely anything, for absolutely anything that tasted sweet.

Getting to sit behind Dad, in the back seat of a scooter, was nothing less than a privilege.

Two milk powder tins, connected with a thread, was the coolest phone you knew.

Getting to watch a movie after 10 in the night was something to brag about to your friends for months.

The only remote controlled vehicle you had, was called a ‘Kite’.

Your biggest fights were with your brother/sister.

The biggest fights you fought, were for your brother/sister.

You were proud to say that you wanted to be a Police Officer.

Sleep was not a problem and you slept like a log whenever you wanted to.

Back aches and muscle pains were only after wrestling the kid from the nearby colony who broke your cricket bat.

At birthday parties, you ate more icing than cake.

You hated shopping for clothes.

your handheld video game, was filled with water and had small plastic balls that had to be put into baskets, by pressing a small button which pumped air.

Mithun Chakraborthy and Govinda were your favorite actors.

You did not care who the actress was.

You believed in Magic.

You believed in Ghosts.

You thought the old, night watchman of the nearby bungalow was one.

You hated Doctors.

You wanted window seats in absolutely any form of transportation you travelled in.

Travelling in an airplane was a once in a lifetime dream.

You saved every paise you could get, to buy a 50 paise chewing gum and collected the small thumbsize card inside them.

A lady teacher, no matter how old she was, was called ‘Miss’.

You hated your Maths Miss.

The best special effects you knew, were in Ramayan or Mahabharat on Doordarshan on Sunday.

There was a TV called Solidaire.

Reality shows were silly dances and skits done in school during a function, or in your colony during the New Year’s eve.

You could crash your cycle with a thud between the legs of your neighbor Uncle, and still be called for Dinner at their home.

You could get away with absolutely anything naughty.

You thought that sharpening a pencil without breaking the shaving was an art.

The only meetings you attended was to decide who would go an fetch the ball that landed at that ever-angry Aunty’s house.

An emergency was when that ball would break her glass window.

The only time you wanted money was when your friends were collecting 1 Rupee each for buying a new ball.

Grown-ups, apart from parents and teachers were of 2 types – Uncles/Aunties, Thatha/Paati-s (Dada/Dadi-s).

You looked at grown-ups and wanted to be one as early as possible.

You grew up and realized what an idiot you were to wish for something like that, and spent Children’s Day writing or reading something like this…

HAPPY CHILDREN’S DAY

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