Just one more day of school. Wishing myself good luck, I begin my journey. My school, Don Bosco School Liluah, is situated in Liluah, which is a five kilometres’ journey from Howrah Railway Station. Howrah is located in West Bengal of India.
Crossing the stretch of no man’s land, from Howrah to Liluah, is not merely a journey; it’s more of an adventure sport. And, travelling in an auto rickshaw augments the adventure. I belong to those fortunate fools to avail this ‘devil’s own’ mode of transport to reach my school, twice every day, five days a week. It is an epic journey every day.
Continue reading An Epic Journey
This was written years ago, on my eighteenth birthday. (I intended to respect myself and not make any modification to the original script.)
When I look up at the sky, I see not any stars;
Nor do I see any planet, moon, cloud, neither any comet.
What I see are faces.
Faces, looking down at me, speaking to me and calling me…
Every face forms a star; and every star — a face.
Some laugh, some cry, some mock
And the rest haunt.
Some of the faces are known when some of them are strangers
I know those strangers. Don’t I?
Continue reading Looking Down At Myself
The peals of laughter seems so spiteful
With its sympathetic touch,
It is really frightful.
Everything in life is cursed.
But cursed be life
For the birth of such superfluous emotions,
Full of redemptions,
Spanning beyond the reach
Of the tattered and the scattered
Grains of torrential curse.
Continue reading The Perplexed Choice
It was a mid-day morn
A man on terrace
With few drapes worn,
Just out of bath
To repeat those prayers
With folded arms he was standing,
Facing the Sun
He was praying.
What could be seen
Was him and the star
An invisible beam joining.
Continue reading The Orion Halo
Why I write again
Why am I in pain
Why can’t things be right
Why you ask, why again?
Why can’t people do good
Why can’t dreams come true
Why aren’t things controlled
Why you ask why untold?
Continue reading Why In Vain
One drop of tear doesn’t make you cry,
One wisp of air doesn’t make you fly.
One drop of terror doesn’t make you afraid,
One coin of wealth doesn’t complete your trade. Continue reading One Drop
Today I woke up
And things happened!
Soon, I’ll go to sleep, dream
And try to ammend.
Tomorrow I’ll again awake
And more things will happen.
Again I’ll go back to sleep and dream.
So, what does one recommend?
You feel the tender should,
But it does not when it could.
You plan its wean route,
It moves not in refute.
Peeping through your own eyes,
The dream is of wisps of cloud.
With wrinkled skins,
Feels that things never work out.
Continue reading Another Step Back Ahead
As of today (September 9, 2002) there are three main cellular technologies: Older analog FDMA (Frequency Division Multiple Access), modern GSM TDMA (Time Division Multiple Access) and Newer CDMA (Code Division Multiple Access.) People mostly know of the latter two and the first one is almost wiped off from the history of Cellular Network technology.
I am not going too deep into the technical aspect of all the networks and am just giving an outline of FDMA.
Analog transmission is considered an “older” cellular phone technology. Back in the early 198o’s, it was the first network technology to be deployed successfully. FDMA is used exclusively for analog cellular systems, even though in theory FDMA can also be used with digital networks.
Essentially, FDMA splits the allocated spectrum into many ‘channels,’ each of approx 30 kHz bandwidth. During a data transfer, in form of audio or video, an FDMA networks allocates the entire channel to the phone and the data is modulated into this channel’s frequency band and sent over airwaves. At the receiver’s end, the information is recovered using a simple band-pass filter. The phone then uses common control-channel function to acquire channels during Handoffs.
Continue reading The demise of FDMA cellular transceiving technology