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  • Which Digital SLR Camera should I buy?

    Posted on May 19th, 2009 Angad 4 comments


    Digital SLR’s, Always been one of the “things” to have for me. Been dreaming to own one since I really dont know when, to satisfy my want for a good camera, i went in and had got myself a Sony DSC H2, a pretty advanced camera though, i mean, it was my first digital camera, not that I hadn’t used them before, they were just not mine.

    Well, the other day, one of my friends told me he just bought a Nikon D80 or was it a D60? anyways, i was jealous as hell!! Not that I wasnt happy for him, but for the camera i was just plain jealous! So today, I started looking at SLR’s, note, not because my friend has it, but because i want to have one as well. πŸ˜› Well, I got so damn confused, all the brands, all those complex features, all those lenses, filters, tripods, and what nots….

    I came across www.digital-slr-guide.com thanks to google, and I just got stuck there, in a good way. The site, has all the information I wanted, in exactly the way I would have preferred. Using no unwanted or unneeded jargon. It features, all the good brands, and has reviews of all the new and the old DSLR’s there are. There areΒ  simple guides, about how to classify youself into types of photographers, and then see which SLR is meant for you. I personally came out to be a Macro and a spontaenous Photographer and also chose the DSLR I wanted to have.

    Canon Rebel XSi (450D)

    Well good luck to me saving up all that cash, soon, I’ll be in the SLR elites as well. πŸ˜›


  • Materializing Pain

    Posted on May 15th, 2009 Angad No comments

    Pain, its hard to look away from, sure we have all the drugs in the world at our disposal which would say otherwise, but I believe Pain is one of the most easiest thing which each and everyone of us is able to materialize in their life, in the literal or hypothetical form, or both, which is usually the case of most of us.

    Human beings, are born with this talent, no one needs to teach them how to attract pain into their lives, exactly like no one needs to teach a baby how to breathe and suck his or her mother’s milk out of her breasts at the same time.

    We like pain just as much as we like love, we like emotional, physical, mental… all types of pains. No ones better than others, physical pain is just more easily and readily available. Starts right in the beginning, the 1 -2 year old taking its first steps will fall down, and hurt itself even if it is in the minutest of ways, it will cry, cry like there’s no tomorrow, and what will it get for it? Undivided attention, love, caresses, and loads of kisses from the mum and dad. Kid Β grows up! Knows just how to molest their parents hearts. Get a scraped knee and come running home, to get all that he felt he’s lost, gain all the energy that was drained out of him, by his friends, teachers, and in the end he will be satisfied, bandaged by his mother’s hands, cookies and a glass of warm milk in front of him, and to top that off, he just might even get rid of doing homework that night. After all the poor kid’s in “Pain”!

    Kid now is a teenager, he/she knows, half the things he/she wants to do, his parents will never allow him to, so he plays an act, an act so complicated, that even the adults believe it, and believe it as a fact of life. No body understand me!! He/she would shout at the top of his/her voice. And the so called “adults” would even agree, teenagers are just in a world of their own. We cant really help it! It’s the hormones! And what not lies people hide behind, just to show that they are in pain. The teenager in pain of no one understands me, and the parent, in the pain that no matter what they do, they just cant understand what their teen son or daughter wants!?!?

    The Game of seeking attention continues…

    Diseases. The terminal ones… you know, HIV, Cancer, what not… what are they? Arent they also the most elaborate form of Pain? The highest order if I may say? Why do we bring them into our lives? You think it comes from the outside? It isn’t the persons fault? Well guess again. Just another Love and attention seeking Pain Game. The worse I die, the more love I’ll get before I die… Ironical logic, no one can beat that. And also, the bigger irony is, all of us believe in just this logic. If I tell my girl friend, my back is aching, she’ll come and say Oh my baby!, come let me give you a massage, good idea isn’t it? But, come to think of it, what if I straight away request for a back massage without hiding behind any fake or real pain? A massage is a massage right?

    I’ll leave you with my final thoughts on this topic for now…

    Pain is a means, a means by which every one of us gets whatever we want. Its not a handicap, but a tool, using which we can get any and every where in life.

    Comments Welcome.

  • Experimentation with Domaining

    Posted on May 9th, 2009 Angad No comments

    Some people out there who came to my blog in the past 3 days, would have found that it was not available. And that the domain was parked at Sedo. Well, I was just tinkering around with some things. Sorry if you were disappointed πŸ™‚ , and Thanks, if you missed me. πŸ˜› Anyways, My email angad at 50k dot in as well as the blog here at 50k.in is alive and kicking again. so be sure to check back again. πŸ˜‰

  • Hybrid Bulls?

    Posted on May 9th, 2009 Angad No comments

    Heera & Moti?

    Heera & Moti?

    Well, I don’t know if you’re gonna believe me, especially if you’re a guy/girl whose never been to the countryside, but these two studs of the bulls are almost 10-11 feet tall!!! I mean, I live in Gurgaon, which is a city in India, and I have lived the bigger part of my life in New Delhi, and its really not such a big thing to see a cow or a bull on the streets or the roads. Well that’s another long story probably for another time, but the point is the usual cow / bull height I’m used to seeing is around 4-5.5 feet, that’s about 1-1.5 mtrs. And for a second when on a trip to one of my friend’s village (his home town: Bhiwani, Haryana) I saw this pair, i was shocked out of my mind, that what in the hell are these. Anyways, here’s looking at you two… :-p

  • The Moon

    Posted on May 5th, 2009 Angad 3 comments


    Another Image Added in the Photos section, Click to see enlarged. πŸ™‚

  • My Cactus

    Posted on May 5th, 2009 Angad No comments


    Posted one of the images i clicked the other day in the photos section.

    Click on the pic to ckeck it out.

  • Everybody Lies!

    Posted on May 5th, 2009 Angad 1 comment

    Yeah, they do, you do too, and you know it. Don’t think I’m trying to be some sort of preacher here, everybody means everybody, including me. See the thing with lies are is that once you even think of them, they become a reality for you, you feel it, you believe it and you live it just as well. Starts small usually, I didn’t do it… It wasn’t me… but you know how it is with lies, they’re hungry, very hungry. They need constant attention, attention hungry little monsters they are.

    You think you’ve taken care of an issue with your friend, spouse, parent, by that one lie and that’s that. Oh but its not. Did I say Lies are like hungry monsters? Yeah, constantly need to feed on your mind, on your conscience, your will and eventually your life, not forgetting the fact that they feed on further lies to support them. They’re like these little creatures, which seem so cute and nice to hold in the beginning, but as time passes, they grow, and how they grow!

    They grow so big you can’t hug them any more, you can’t think of them as nice anymore, and at times, they don’t even feel useful anymore. You start disliking them, you feel repulsed, and eventually we hate them, and it ends with us hating ourselves. There’s no looking around it, there’s no ignoring them, and there’s certainly no forgetting them. Because if we do, forget them I mean, they bite us in the ass. And bite hard. The imaginary world we create using those lies crumbles which we had created for our friends, our relatives, our parents, even the people we don’t really know, and most importantly for ourselves. The lies that we tell ourselves are actually the ones that don’t bite, but stab. They stab us without our knowledge, without our permission, without us even feeling it, but that’s all temporary. Because eventually, we receive it, all the knowledge, all the feelings, all the pain, and we feel every last bit of it. It takes its toll, on our lives in a way we never thought possible, in a way we thought only nightmares end, in a way we are the only one left in the dust. Alone and lonely.

    It only gets worse, yeah. If we keep feeding the lies we tell every one around us and yeah in turn to ourselves. There’s no light at the end of this tunnel. In fact there’s just no end to it, rather, its not a tunnel at all, it’s a pit, a big one, and one that’s got no bottom. We can keep falling or we can decide to do some thing about it. Do what? You ask me, but the thing is, this pit each and everyone of us has, is like a thumb print. Unique and individual every last one of them. But there is only one common solution.

    The truth. Tell it. Today.