Today when I look up, I see the stars and the clouds, the sun and the rainbow, the moon and the mist. I see both, I savor both.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Samsung M 2710
Samsung has recently unveiled several decent phones and have allotted neat classification to these sets. The customer can select the option and the page leads to its relevant category-music phones, camera phones, touch screen sets and the like.
One such model introduced by Samsung in the Music Series is the Beat Edition-M2710 launched in July 2009.
A decent slider phone available in Black- Red and White-Purple (which is hardly available in the stores) the phone provides battery back-up of up to 10 hours talk time and 2 days in stand-by, the phone avails GPRS (Class 10 (4+1/3+2 slots), 32 - 48 kbps) Edge and WAP Connectivity with data transfer mode is restricted to Bluetooth and USB alone (USB and Software CD provided).
The display is standard Graphical with coloured TFT Screen supporting 262K colors and a modest 240 x 320 pixels resolution. The 2.0 MP camera (1600x1200 pixels) is pretty impressive whilst the image editor functions extra ordinarily well, almost at par with picasa that we use so frequently. The video recordings are above average although they cannot be zoomed-in while being played.
Among the usual functions, the Samsung M-2710 doesn’t go amiss with to-do-list, Calculator , Alarm Clock-Supporting as many as 8 personalized alarms, Java Applications (empowered with Java games that includes Sudoku also, to my delight), Currency Converter, Stop Watch, Offline Mode (that affiliates to the Air-Plane wireless functions), Voice Recorder , MMS, SOS Messages (emergency messaging to relatives/friends) and not to forget the Mobile Tracker . The sleek 2.10 inches light weighted phone with smooth slider is a treat with music lover as the MP3 and MP4 format supported music playes on well (nearly as good as Sony Walkman series) notwithstanding the Radio to linger on. The dedicated music keys are of no use when the phone is in slider down mode. Besides, for these music keys Samsung has sacrificed on the Call and End keys that I miss perpetually. With these keys missing the slider has to be pulled on and off every time the call is to be made or ended causing much irritation. Besides there is no provision of auto keypad lock and the slider has to be tampered with to lock keys all the time which goes a long way in pulling down the phones rating.
The phone supports up to 16 GB external memory (microSD TransFlash) which supplements the 50 MB internal memory (Done expect to get the memory card inside the pack like he Nokia Phones)
In this age of free messaging provided by the generous service providers the Samsung Phone fail to offer message counters that I miss fervently when I lose track on the count of sent messages. The message memory is 300 which I find sufficient (though I have heard many complaining about this)
On a lighter side Samsung has launched Etiquette Pause which automatically turns off all sound being played the moment phone is kept up-side down. Besides the BEAT edition (unlike several other Samsung series) provides the facility of locking the Phone Book, Call Log, Messages and the File Manager by a personalized password, which I personally liked a lot.
All in all it’s an average set according to the cost incurred. The phone in my opinion can be overlooked as Samsung Omnia is almost in the same range and offers much more to its users. Wait for a while until I buy that and offer you the review of the same. Amen!
One such model introduced by Samsung in the Music Series is the Beat Edition-M2710 launched in July 2009.
A decent slider phone available in Black- Red and White-Purple (which is hardly available in the stores) the phone provides battery back-up of up to 10 hours talk time and 2 days in stand-by, the phone avails GPRS (Class 10 (4+1/3+2 slots), 32 - 48 kbps) Edge and WAP Connectivity with data transfer mode is restricted to Bluetooth and USB alone (USB and Software CD provided).
The display is standard Graphical with coloured TFT Screen supporting 262K colors and a modest 240 x 320 pixels resolution. The 2.0 MP camera (1600x1200 pixels) is pretty impressive whilst the image editor functions extra ordinarily well, almost at par with picasa that we use so frequently. The video recordings are above average although they cannot be zoomed-in while being played.
Among the usual functions, the Samsung M-2710 doesn’t go amiss with to-do-list, Calculator , Alarm Clock-Supporting as many as 8 personalized alarms, Java Applications (empowered with Java games that includes Sudoku also, to my delight), Currency Converter, Stop Watch, Offline Mode (that affiliates to the Air-Plane wireless functions), Voice Recorder , MMS, SOS Messages (emergency messaging to relatives/friends) and not to forget the Mobile Tracker . The sleek 2.10 inches light weighted phone with smooth slider is a treat with music lover as the MP3 and MP4 format supported music playes on well (nearly as good as Sony Walkman series) notwithstanding the Radio to linger on. The dedicated music keys are of no use when the phone is in slider down mode. Besides, for these music keys Samsung has sacrificed on the Call and End keys that I miss perpetually. With these keys missing the slider has to be pulled on and off every time the call is to be made or ended causing much irritation. Besides there is no provision of auto keypad lock and the slider has to be tampered with to lock keys all the time which goes a long way in pulling down the phones rating.
The phone supports up to 16 GB external memory (microSD TransFlash) which supplements the 50 MB internal memory (Done expect to get the memory card inside the pack like he Nokia Phones)
In this age of free messaging provided by the generous service providers the Samsung Phone fail to offer message counters that I miss fervently when I lose track on the count of sent messages. The message memory is 300 which I find sufficient (though I have heard many complaining about this)
On a lighter side Samsung has launched Etiquette Pause which automatically turns off all sound being played the moment phone is kept up-side down. Besides the BEAT edition (unlike several other Samsung series) provides the facility of locking the Phone Book, Call Log, Messages and the File Manager by a personalized password, which I personally liked a lot.
All in all it’s an average set according to the cost incurred. The phone in my opinion can be overlooked as Samsung Omnia is almost in the same range and offers much more to its users. Wait for a while until I buy that and offer you the review of the same. Amen!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Forever Your’s
It was a beautiful day when Arvind was to take his scheduled bus to Kota. He chose to commute by bus to buy out time; he would need it anyways to plan out even the miniscule details to perfection. There was no way he could allow even one mistake on his part this time. The bus driver stepped in the bus and looked around, Arvind’s heart was racing and the nervous excitement was almost palpable. He seemingly and willfully allowed the feel to percolate and infect his senses. He enjoyed every moment that was to take him to Kota, to Charu.
The bus driver injected the keys into the engine, it sniffed with a roar and in no time the engine was bought to life. The engine pipe vomited the thick black vapour into the air and bang, the bus was now leaving behind the by passengers, the tea stall and in no time the bus stand had vanished giving way to the green plush turf. Arvind squirmed to adjust himself to comfort and closed his eyes, moist by now with nostalgia. He parted his dry lips to a soft mumble “Here I come…”
Te journey had begun and the roads stood besieged, as if waiting to take him to his love, who had once been her life and still was. The time flew by ever since he had last met her, the memories were afresh and his love intact.
He slowly dragged the brown envelope from his bag and began reading it. He had lost count of the times he had been through the black print, and consequently the agony. Infact, he had read it the day he last met Charu. The final letters of the report gave him the courage to do what he had been planning so long.
Adjusting himself once again to the narrow to the comfort seat of the bus, he started reading it again. Slowly. Carefully.
“Listen”, he darted back at the tear filled eye “I think I have had enough of all this. I have bagged a job in the States that I was after for so long and there’s no holding me back now. Not even you.”
A drop trickled down her flushed cheeks. “Not even me?” she croaked with effort.
I never intend to hold you back Arvind. I just need you, your love. Please don’t do this to me. Not now when ...”
“Not now? He barked cutting her short. He turned afraid she might read what was going on in his mind. He wanted to throw his arms around her embrace her to a tight hug and promise to never leave her. A promise he intended to honour. A promise he knew he could never honour, not when he had been diagnosed of leukemia.
She stood there speechless, looking at Arvind in the eye, searching for one weak moment that he would surrender to for she knew Arvind was genuinely in love with her, until now.
He turned to leave.
The bus driver slammed the brakes dragging Arvind out of his reverie. He gave a last look at the pages he held before folding them back neatly in the envelope.
The night passed in anticipation and at 7 am, the tyres screeched to bring the bus to a halt.
“Kota”, announced the bus helper.
He took the lane straight to 12, Narendra Road carrying the butterflies in his stomach. He kept making images of how Charu might be looking though it wasn’t too long that shed been out of his sight.
He placed a soft knock and the door opened with a thud.
The old lady at the door spoke to Arvind in inquisition “Yes..?”
Just when he was about to speak, something else caught his attention. It was unmistakably the same beautiful face he had missed so much. Just the sight of her and he felt his knees weakening. The same brown eyes stared back her him and the tresses were neatly arranged though some managed to fly around her broad forehead, making her look even more stunning.
Suddenly something hit him hard in his mind, “Damn!” He said and fell on his knees and began to weep uncontrollably.
It took him an hour before he could recover the shock and looked at the lady who was now standing by his side. “Aunty, I don’t know... I...Just…” he fumbled, choosing the right words.
The lady gave him a flat look and drew a brown envelope from her cupboard without speaking a word. They both knew each other but the tie between them was now snapped by the fateful hands of time.
“Here” She said.
He sat adjacent to the wall from where he could not see Charu but she looked at him from behind the silver cast frame that was ornated with a blue white garland. The broad smile was invariably the same. He remembered this particular picture very well. It was her favourite and his too. He closed his eyes again, tighter this time to squeeze out the last drop of tears.
The flipped open the envelope and began to read. Slowly. Carefully.
Arvind,
Its been really difficult living without you, but what’s more difficult is to live with the fact that you love me no longer.
I have awaited your return since then, and today I give up and I give up on life.
I close my eyes with one last wish, please don’t turn around to hide your tears.
And yes, couldn’t tell you this the last day we met. “I love you”
“Me too...” He drew a deep breath and turned around, this time to face her.
Charu Kaushal
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The bus driver injected the keys into the engine, it sniffed with a roar and in no time the engine was bought to life. The engine pipe vomited the thick black vapour into the air and bang, the bus was now leaving behind the by passengers, the tea stall and in no time the bus stand had vanished giving way to the green plush turf. Arvind squirmed to adjust himself to comfort and closed his eyes, moist by now with nostalgia. He parted his dry lips to a soft mumble “Here I come…”
Te journey had begun and the roads stood besieged, as if waiting to take him to his love, who had once been her life and still was. The time flew by ever since he had last met her, the memories were afresh and his love intact.
He slowly dragged the brown envelope from his bag and began reading it. He had lost count of the times he had been through the black print, and consequently the agony. Infact, he had read it the day he last met Charu. The final letters of the report gave him the courage to do what he had been planning so long.
Adjusting himself once again to the narrow to the comfort seat of the bus, he started reading it again. Slowly. Carefully.
“Listen”, he darted back at the tear filled eye “I think I have had enough of all this. I have bagged a job in the States that I was after for so long and there’s no holding me back now. Not even you.”
A drop trickled down her flushed cheeks. “Not even me?” she croaked with effort.
I never intend to hold you back Arvind. I just need you, your love. Please don’t do this to me. Not now when ...”
“Not now? He barked cutting her short. He turned afraid she might read what was going on in his mind. He wanted to throw his arms around her embrace her to a tight hug and promise to never leave her. A promise he intended to honour. A promise he knew he could never honour, not when he had been diagnosed of leukemia.
She stood there speechless, looking at Arvind in the eye, searching for one weak moment that he would surrender to for she knew Arvind was genuinely in love with her, until now.
He turned to leave.
The bus driver slammed the brakes dragging Arvind out of his reverie. He gave a last look at the pages he held before folding them back neatly in the envelope.
The night passed in anticipation and at 7 am, the tyres screeched to bring the bus to a halt.
“Kota”, announced the bus helper.
He took the lane straight to 12, Narendra Road carrying the butterflies in his stomach. He kept making images of how Charu might be looking though it wasn’t too long that shed been out of his sight.
He placed a soft knock and the door opened with a thud.
The old lady at the door spoke to Arvind in inquisition “Yes..?”
Just when he was about to speak, something else caught his attention. It was unmistakably the same beautiful face he had missed so much. Just the sight of her and he felt his knees weakening. The same brown eyes stared back her him and the tresses were neatly arranged though some managed to fly around her broad forehead, making her look even more stunning.
Suddenly something hit him hard in his mind, “Damn!” He said and fell on his knees and began to weep uncontrollably.
It took him an hour before he could recover the shock and looked at the lady who was now standing by his side. “Aunty, I don’t know... I...Just…” he fumbled, choosing the right words.
The lady gave him a flat look and drew a brown envelope from her cupboard without speaking a word. They both knew each other but the tie between them was now snapped by the fateful hands of time.
“Here” She said.
He sat adjacent to the wall from where he could not see Charu but she looked at him from behind the silver cast frame that was ornated with a blue white garland. The broad smile was invariably the same. He remembered this particular picture very well. It was her favourite and his too. He closed his eyes again, tighter this time to squeeze out the last drop of tears.
The flipped open the envelope and began to read. Slowly. Carefully.
Arvind,
Its been really difficult living without you, but what’s more difficult is to live with the fact that you love me no longer.
I have awaited your return since then, and today I give up and I give up on life.
I close my eyes with one last wish, please don’t turn around to hide your tears.
And yes, couldn’t tell you this the last day we met. “I love you”
Forever Your's
Charu
“Me too...” He drew a deep breath and turned around, this time to face her.
Charu Kaushal
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Five Minutes Of Fame
And the winner is….yeh hum aapko batayenge ek chotte se break ke baad!!
Zoom goes in another commercial. Aren’t these commercials far much able than such singing so-called-reality-shows, which have been revolving around the same concept ever since Sonu Nigam got his first ever break in Sa Re Ga Ma as a host??
The model has invariably given us talent that we relish till date. Sanu Nigam, Shaan, Sunidhi Chouhan, Shekhar, Kunal Ganjawala to name a few. The concept has reached its saturation after being exploited, and continuing to be, by all the channels one can fathom. When the desh ki janta was already getting acidic by over dose, the voting calls keep coming in. This time it was churning the rotten candidates that the sauntering janta had already decided to do without. The long forgotten candidates were given a chance to relive the drama, hurling the janta towards the pain of voting. What the heck!! If this was not all, the spat between the judges is artificially created and organized to a hype and is then sold for better TRP. They never seem to get enough. To make it worse, it’s now been coupled with dancing, hosted by our very own, and talented (read not) Ravi Anand! Does this man qualify at all to represent and host a show!! Of course he does. Any man in the industry who runs out of work does. And that’s the guru mantra to keep the cash resisters ringing. Applies to the channels, to the singers (if they at all can) and certainly the hosts and the hostess!!
Soon after the series gets wound up, lost are the faces in the 5 minutes fame which were once cheered for so vehemently, some of which certainly deserve. Remember Rooprekha, Qazi, Sandeep, to name some cheered and long forgotten winners!
But, picture abhi baaki hai mere dost! Don’t forget to switch on your television set- never mind the channel as all must be airing the same conceptual singing drama- at 10 pm. Who knows you find a familiar face that you once vouched for. Hang on, even if you have forgotton their names in the long list of “singers”, the reminders would be to shortly provided..” Please mujhe vote karma na bhoolen, mere voting information hain…..”
Dekha, ab yaad aaya na!
PS: Readers comments and opinions are invited!
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