How to Add Pinterest button to Blogger Dynamic Views Posts

I probably just became the first man on earth to get the Pinterest's "Pin It" button on every post in the Blogger's Dynamic Views. You guys can check it out in action on my photoblog: Visioplanet Photography. Please do note that this is for Pinning individual posts and not just the blog. A similar tutorial was posted by Yoga on Southern Speakers, which was about how add Pin It button to Pin the entire blog (if you're interested).

This will be a short and concise tutorial on how I did it, and more importantly, about how you can do it. Do make a note that this tutorial is specifically for Blogger's Dynamic Views. For regular templates, there's a plethora of articles online elucidating the same.

How This works:

1. This method will look for an image on your post that is at least 400 pixels wide or high. As in the picture you're gonna pin your post with has a width or height of at least 400 pixels.

2. I can make modifications to this size thing and give one the ability to decide on a photograph chosen by the post author (lemme know in the comments if that's what you want).

Addition info about this:

Before we begin, what my "work around" (if you will) does, is that it shows the "Pin It" button beside the Google's +1 button at the top of every post. Do note, that the +1 button at the top of every post isn't shown in the "Classic", "Mosaic" and "Sidebar" views. But if you guys ask for it in the comments below, I can write a tutorial on how to get the Pin It button beside the facebook like button at the bottom of each post.

This is now available in two formats:
1. Like the +1 butto - both the top bar as well as the share section at the bottom of the post.
2. Just at the bottom of the post (like the facebook button).



The Procedure:

In the previous version of this, there were three steps. Now, only one step is required, which was earlier the Step 3.

Step 1:

In every post that you want to have the Pin It button on it, add the following line at the beginning in the HTML box of Edit Post.

<script src="https://raw.github.com/sudiptosarkar/PinterestForBloggerDynamicViews/master/VisioplanetPinItByImgSize.js"></script>

This will add the button both at the top bar (applicable only for certain dynamic templates) as well as at the bottom of the post.

EDIT: If you want the button only at the bottom of the post, beside the facebook share button, add this line at the beginning in the HTML box of Edit Post instead of the above:

<script src="https://raw.github.com/sudiptosarkar/PinterestForBloggerDynamicViews/master/VisioplanetPinItByImgSizeInShareSection.js"></script>


EDIT: As of 13th October 2013, this also shows the pin count beside the button.

I have no idea how to do this from the Templates -> Edit HTML (that will only need to be done once and not on a per post basis). If you know, lemme know in the comments below.

She dumped me on valentine's day five years ago

She dumped me on valentine's day five years ago. A few months after that, I find out that it was for another guy. A year later, I'm going to NIT Suratkal to present a paper on an encryption algorithm I and Abhishek (Buddha) came up with. Of course, we didn't actually go, 'cause I said "about turn" for not having enough money and not letting myself be a drag on my sponsor for the trip on the next station. We got off the train on the station after Nagpur (We didn't have confirmed tickets).

She called me that night. When we were in Nagpur, after dinner at a dhaba near the station, she called me up, and I was surprised shitless, 'cause she didn't return my phone calls for the past year. I was calm. I had accepted the fact that we wanted different things from our lives, although I had no idea what she wanted. I asked her the one question I had meant to ask her for all that time - Why? Why not just tell me? I thought we were best friends (at least you were my best friend). She said that she'd tell me the next morning... We (me and Abhishek) reached back Raipur the next morning. She called and she told me the truth, and I swear to fucking god, I respect her for coming through because if she hadn't, it would have killed me for the rest of my life. I wasn't really furious at her. It was a long distance thing and I believe we both knew the repercussions. We haven't really been in contact since then, but she was the turning point in my life.

When she left me, is when I started seeing things differently. I started Nurvs of Steel, I started singing like there was no tomorrow. I started living like I might as well be dead tomorrow. To tell you the truth, I'm doing that right now.

The paper did get published in ICACE 2009 half an year after that Suratkal ordeal (Thanks again, to my sponsor, although I'm sorry I lost the proceedings and he never got to see what he spent all that money for).

I waited five years to muster up the courage to start looking for "The one" again. And when I finally did, all I faced was rejection, after waiting months to tell her about it. Of course, I understand that I'm a different guy, and I respect her for being upfront about it, but I'm not sure what I'm gonna do next. I'm still doing what is expected of me instead of what I really want to do...

Worst of all, I'm writing about shit I'm not supposed to disclose (supposedly), but if you really listen to what I write (in my blog or in my songs), you'd know that I ain't a storyteller. I'm not good at telling stories. I'm a truth-teller. I stand for truth, and that's the identity I have given myself in the past five years, and I believe that's what I'm gonna die preaching!

Life - A rather inexplicable thing

How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life... you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home... I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.

Ryan Bingham

Lonely by Sudipto Sarkar on Visioplanet photography

Sometimes I feel like disappearing. Going somewhere, leaving everything and everyone behind and starting a new "life". A life where I don't settle down, where I keep travelling from city to city, country to country. Work small part-time short-term jobs to make enough money for a motel room and dinner, and to hitchhike my way through the roads. Maybe call mom and dad sometimes, just to tell them that I'm still alive. And then, maybe go to an icy place, or a desert, or an uninhabited island and make a house out of wooden twigs and leaves, hunt for dinner maybe. And then stay there for a few months and figure out what to do next.

All that, or I could just stay where I am, with my backpack filled with stuff I don't need but love enough not to be able to empty them, with people who aren't really all that close... and then with those people who have betrayed my trust, time and again, but society has its "dos and don'ts". I could just as well stay right here, working nine hours everyday, living what I'm told, is a "normal" life, although I don't see how not doing what you'd want to do with your life by minding your moral and social obligations towards society could be "normal". Well, maybe I just speak a different language. In other words, I'm not in terms with the ways of what they call society.

But, let's not go there. I'd rather write songs to express all the society and their idea of (false) freedom.

In the end, it all boils down to what you want. I don't want my backpack to be empty. Never did. In fact, I wanted there to be a "back home". When you are growing up, you have this idea in your head, and make no mistake, the ideas always, invariably come with deadlines. For example, you'd think that by the time you're 23, you'd have someone you'd want to spend the rest of your life with, that by the time you're 29, you'd get married and settle down, maybe have a kid.

What you actually get is a lonely life, your friends settling down, and you, afraid of getting in relationships because of your last break up almost destroying your whole idea of a traditional "life", thereby sparking off another version of you, which you let define who you are in about half a decade of its existence. And you become an alcoholic. You drink to cope with pain... to forget the fact that you're a dead man and to sit back and think about what you're doing with what's left of it (life, that is).

And then, your most dreaded nightmare comes true. You fall in love again...

The height of being fucked up

And just when I thought that life can't be any more fucked up, my apartment started overflowing with water. I was busy on the computer working on something and all of a sudden, my eyes turn toward the floor and a massive pool of water is flowing from the kitchen. The kitchen's drowned completely, which made it impossible to look for the fucking source. I stepped outside only to find that everything else in the building is dry. Disappointment eh? Good thing that I spotted the shit in time to save the POD X3. A slight delay and 23k bucks would have gone down the drain.

Didn't take long to figure out I was living in a hell hole. First thing in the morning is to look for a new place. Something "hospitable".

Life - what the fuck is it about anyway?

With insomnia, you're never really asleep and you're never really awake.

I couldn't sleep, again. This thing kicks in every now and then. Most of the times I sleep during the day when I can't sleep at night. I don't have any answers to why and how but it does happen often and it (the insomnia) and I have made our peace. There have been times when I couldn't sleep for weeks. Anxiety is supposed to be one of the reasons for insomnia, which perfectly fits in my case. Too much of anything is bad after all.

And life? It just moves on. I've been in this job that I'm in for about four months now. It's good to have a source of income. A man's gotta work. Some friends complained that I don't consider anyone as a friend. I've got my own reasons that I don't wish to disclose. But let's put it this way - I've had enough shit thrown my way by trusting people and I've had enough of that shit, so I'm bailing the fuck out. I remember the times when I thought love and friendship are "real" and worth dying for. There of course are exceptions. They know they're exceptions and that's all I need to know. I don't even call them friends. Maybe because I don't believe in the general inference of that word.

Even Vodka doesn't help. It does get the head heavy as usual, but I guess I don't drink enough of that to make me fall asleep. I don't like it. I'm a beer guy. Heavy metal and beer are my thing.

We had our site up and running after all. Now that I'm earning, I got our site registered and shit, and we're up at http://nurvsofsteel.com. Never liked the WWW anyway. So I kept it away. We're working on getting it to look better. I'm too much into the coding shit to concentrate on the traditional graphics. And about the EP, we're still on the second song. The due date was 15th of this month, and I don't know how far it's gonna be stretched. I don't have much time. I don't think I can delay it much longer this time.

I feel cheated sometimes. But then I realize that patience is the key to go to where I wanna go. But I find it hard. Hard but not impossible, I keep telling myself. Honestly, I see just a glimpse of a way. But I guess that's all one needs to keep his hope from dying.

Called Madhu a few weeks back after I got her number from Facebook (after searching for five years). She was furious. Well, she should be. At the end of the conversation, she wanted us to be friends. I couldn't tell her that I just called to apologize and tell myself that her life wasn't ruined because of me. That she moved on and is fine now. Being friends was never an option. I probably shouldn't have called. I did stop returning her calls after that. I couldn't let this get any worse than it already is. Or maybe I just prefer some things to be unanswered - both for me and for others. Maybe that's the way I am. Maybe I'm a little more twisted than I realized. Maybe I'm more numb than I thought. Maybe I'm more dead than I presumed.

BSNL blocked Google Custom Domains

The last few days, I've been real busy doing some work on my blogs. Apparently, BSNL has been kind enough to block all Google Custom domain IPs. All packets are being discarded and we're getting timeouts and resets. This has been going on for the last couple of months and all along I thought it was because of some fault of Google. Turns out that all Google custom domain blogs are down when mine is.

I've been waiting for this to work for the last four or five hours and after I'd had enough I asked a fellow photoblogger Ashley Sisk to check and see if her blog was working there. It was. As a matter of fact, so was mine. So I check if BSNL has made some intelligent move on its part to go on and reinvent the Great Firewall of China in India. I found this story about how BSNL users are unable to access Google custom domain blogs. There's been an entire case study of custom domain issues, which by the way is helpful. More so because it has a blogspot version as well.

From the looks of it, it's pretty vague as to what the people at BSNL trying to do. All other ISPs are working just fine. No wonder I'm not fond of things.

The last decade

It's not really possible to sum up a decade in one post. But I think I'm gonna try anyway.

The last decade was about change. Particularly the last four years of it. I learned about "freedom". What it really means, what it's about. I learned the truth about big things like RELIGION and GOVERNMENT and TERRORISM and ETCETRA ETCETRA... What is more important is that I learned what this life is all about.

I also learned that not everyone is your friend and not everyone you hate is a foe. I learned and unlearned many things.

The irony - in the end, I'm stuck at a place I "HATE". But I learned why I always hated it. I learned what I love. I love hanging out with my "friends". I love to party and most importantly, I love to live my life my way. No bull questions asked, no bull answers thought of. And yet, here I am, going somewhere I sure as hell despise.

When I was in college, I did everything that I was "taught" from the very beginning of my life to be BAD and SIN and SOMETHING A GOOD PERSON NEVER DOES. Guess what, it's all bull. None of that matters. One's choice does. So I chose to do whatever I wanted. And there isn't one thing I regret. I was happy doing what I did. The late night parties, the beer, the heavy metal, the never ending line of smokes, the weed, the roaming around the roads on bikes all night long, the all night book mugging the night before an exam. And although some of those things did feel really effed up at that time, looking back now, at least I was free. If I chose not to read and remember the damn books before an exam, I'd fail but that would just be my choice. There's nothing like having control of your life, especially when the only thing you knew about life (for all your life) was that it "belongs" to people that gave it to you.

Back to this hellhole (the corporate crappy mess, or at where I'm at), I don't feel free. I'm beginning to snap and when I do, I don't know, I'll just break free. But that's what it's about anyway. If you can't find a way to be happy, you don't deserve to live.

I never really thought I'd say this, but back in college, even if not many people knew me, even if not everyone was a friend, but everyone did care, and everyone would be with you if you're in trouble. I remember when one of got beat somewhere in town, we all used to go to duel, although everytime I went along, the thing would already be over by the time we reached there. The placement parties, we'd call just about everyone we knew - share the happiness.. I miss those times. I miss being free. And unlike everyone, I'm not mourning about it and saying that those days won't return. The choice is mine. But I'd have to let go of other less important things. I'll probably end up alone, but that doesn't matter because I'll be free.

And this one is for everyone I knew and didn't know back at college. Guys, I really miss you people... Although you won't be in deep shit by the end of the month now, but those were the days.

My conference paper

Somehow I thought of searching for the paper I had presented in the ICSTE conference about an year ago. Found the paper on the Internet. Here's the link: Randomized Multilevel Encryption. Looks like they have the pdf as well documenting the whole thing.

At present, I'm literally away from the camera. I'm however thinking of making something interesting. It will use lasers. I'll post about it at a later time maybe (that is if I ever do make it).

Checked out tempest for eliza today and beamed off AM waves from the computer screen, which transmitted music that I listened to on dad's old radio. Listening to old mac donald and Ludwig Van Beethoven's for Eliza in a never before imagined (by me) way was quite something.

The devil's workshop or the devil himself?

They say, an unoccupied mind is the devil's workshop. Well here's an unoccupied mind here. Where's the devil?

I've been spending the last few of months, practically doing nothing. I did some of the photography thing. Then, when it started getting boring, I did some gaming. Played some of the Ego Draconis, NFSMW, Splinter Cell and SC Pandora Tomorrow. When all the games were over, here I was unoccupied again. Then there was this advertisement in the paper about a photography competition (No, I still don't read the newspaper. Dad showed it to me). But their print aspect ratio was one of a kind. Not 16:9, not 16:10 and definitely not 4:3, which was the ratio of my photographs. They wanted huge prints for one to participate in it, and such a great place for photographers this place is, the best photo printers in town didn't have that big a paper. So I had to drop the plan. Then there came this lucid dreaming thing. I got inspired after watching Inception. Sinofemp used to talk about these lucid dream things when we lived together. He'd say that he was dreaming and found something unusual. And then he'd realize that he was dreaming and start doing whatever he wanted. Mostly he'd fly like Superman. I trained my ass to do that for a couple of weeks, but as they'd put it, it needs a lot of patience just for you to get the first lucid dream. Patience, as it turns out is my worst nightmare when I see no development at all. I did have one though, much after I stopped trying, but the moment I realized I was dreaming, I woke up panting heavily. But it did add to the patience thing after all. Then there came this urge to watch movies about lucid dreaming. So I watched A waking life. And the visuals of it amazed me so much, that I started researching into how they had the patience to make such lifelike animations. Turns out the animation was outsourced to another company, who use this Rotoshop thing to make the animations. But it was closed source and they didn't source it outside the company. So there went my endeavor to try the software. And as with every new kind of program I find, I started finding Open Source alternatives. I found just one (among the automated ones and not the ones in which you have to manually draw the outline of the subject, which was not possible for me, taking into consideration that I'd work with videos, which would be about 30 frames for one second. And then I found a script. Days later, I made a version of that script that gave me my lifelike animations. And after the Splinter Cell thing, I developed a thing for Espionage and as such. Started watching movies about espionage. Realistic ones. Not the gadgetry bullshit of movies like James Bond. Although with Daniel Craig, it is much more realistic nowadays. At the time of Brosnon, it was comedy more and espionage less. Now that I'm done with the Wikipedia list of spy films, I'm watching whatever I can lay my hands on. Mostly open source movies. Wikipedia has been a hell of a companion lately. I'd wake up night after night reading stuff which will probably never be of any use to me. But at least I like reading those. It's not like reading to pass in a goddamn exam. It's not like pretending that you're digesting the stuff well when you're hating every single bite of it.



And, yes I did come up with a small project with that script I made:

Time and again, I find me questioning myself - What's this life all about. The answer, as I well know is imprinted in my brain. But as I'd always put, when you see no developments, patience dies. But hope doesn't. And that's what keeps you at it, whether you consciously realize that or not.

At present, I'm thinking of taking up an open source movie project using the rotoscoping script I wrote two days ago. But again, you need other people to work with you to make a movie. Skouzer made the solo of our first song a few days ago. With the exams on and no time to record it all, we're still waiting for the recording and production. Ironically, there's still two more songs to be completed and it doesn't remotely seem to me that we'll meet the deadline. But again, there's noone above us to kick our asses if we don't. The question now remains, what do we do when we have released the songs. Will they get any attention in this world of corporations? Will an endeavor with zero capital be successful? Time has the answer and I'm willing to find out.

Oh, and I did make an antenna for my wifi card. After two years of waiting, I got the connectors and wires in eBay. Unfortunately that's used to wire just the antennas to PCI cards for desktops and not laptops. The guy's gonna get me the  laptop connectors tomorrow though. And I made a parabolic reflector out of paper recently, which I plan to use for the antenna. Ironically you don't get those pringles cans here (because you don't get pringles), which means I'd have to make that out of paper and aluminum foil as well. Once I get that connector, I'll be up and running to hack my way into all the wireless networks around. It's funny how people don't realize how insecure they are in this world. One password and they think it's all safe. Nothing really is. Two years ago I hacked into one of these networks, probably from a hotel nearby. The admins probably knew that encryption could be easily broken by novices using programs. S they used MAC (Media Access Control not the Apple's Mac) filtering. But your humble friend here isn't a novice now, is he? I did break into the network, but finding their gateways was a real pain in the ass. Never really got through that and the next chance I got, I was too late. The people I gave my laptop to, to fix my screen ripped off my wifi card and antenna cables and lost them and down it all went. I had to fight with those fuckers for a week to get them to give me a new card. They didn't attach the wires though. I've been searching for the connectors ever since.

And soon, it will all be over. But I can't help but question myself - when?

A rotoscope script

For those who don't know what a rotoscope is, it is a cartoon, created essentially from a non cartoon image. You take a photograph and turn it to a cartoon and it's a rotoscope.

I've been doing some of it since the past few days. I came across quite a few programs for both imagery and video. The greatest one (in my opinion), was a hack and not a program created by a youtube user about which I found out from a google search. Here's that original rotoscope hack.

The results were, however, not quite upto my needs. So I worked on it, and now I have a modified hack of that script, which I used to make this video.

You just get a video, get this script and a few packages and you're up and running. Bad news for my Windoze friends, as this only works on Linux. I don't know for sure at this point if the used programs are available for Windows, but if they are, I'll write a batch script to do the same on windows. Till then, use a live Ubuntu CD.

Here's the script:

Automatic rotoscope hack

Living with Nurvs of Steel as Nurvs of Steel

It has been an awesome week. Doing shows with Nurvs of Steel, it's pretty damn good to see people who "never" listen to Metal or even "English" music give a good response.

The last show was in R K Mall for the final round of Campus Jung. It always sucks when the sound systems are fucked up, and here in Raipur, it's never good. The crowd wasn't enough though. Not as much enthusiastic as the one in Magneto. Thanks to the organizers, who had earlier mentioned that if bands do not report by 12 noon, they will be DQed but couldn't set up the stage until it was about 5:30 in the evening (Yeah, their management does suck). What's more surprising is the fact that it was organized by Dainik Bhaskar and sponsored by Hero Honda. But I guess, when it's Raipur, shit is bound to happen. I remember the last time when me and Skouzer performed with Nimbus and although the stage was all indoor, the sound system was atleast better than this time (at least it wasn't in a mall).

At first the assholes cut the power supply to our processors and started announcing that if we're not done with the sound check in 1 minute, we'd be DQed. I guess it's all they can do. Threaten to DQ us on grounds absolutely insane.

I'm just about done uploading the videos to the Nurvs of Steel Youtube channel. I guess the post-processing will be done in about a few hours before I wake up. And I updated the Band's website. Some fucker flagged our site in facebook, so I can't add the link there any more. But I hope the facebook admins will take care of that. Some wallpapers are up for downloads there now.

I'm looking forward to be aired on MyFM - our next endeavor and I do hope we'd get enough votes. All I want is for things to work out. After all, this is what I'm gonna do. The sooner the better.

Headbanging with Nurvs of Steel

After a lot of opposition from my parents, I decided to get back to Raipur to do some upcoming shows with my band.

Lately, we got ourselves a new place to practice in. Our new f-ing studio. Situated in the outskirts of the city, it's the perfect location for practicing, as there ain't much population around, so that we get to jam quite a lot, which would not have been the case anywhere else.


Two days ago, we went to BIT to perform in their branch based competition. Not to my surprise, they had no fucking monitors and they cut us loose at 12 minutes when the slot was of 20 minutes. And although they told that it was because of pressure from the faculty, but fuck knows the real fucking reason. The bad thing is that we could not complete Hallowed be thy name. They unplugged our guitars just before the fucking solo. And not once, but twice.

At the end of that, I can't tell you how many people came up and told us that they loved us, and that is exactly when you're doing heavy metal in a non metal place. They respect we got that day, goes both ways. I feel love and respect for the people of BIT Durg, who besides all the shit that was thrown at us by their event coordinators supported us. Especially to the guy who told me that he never listens to any english songs but still loved my vocals in Hallowed be thy name.

The next day, we had an audition for Campus Jung conducted by Dainik Bhaskar, in which me and Skouzer performed with Nimbus last year and ended up as runner ups and all we got was just a fucking certificate.

And yesterday they printed about the show in their newspaper's local page, and they printed our name as Steel the band. The question I ask is, "Are they fucking illiterates?" We had even written down our fucking name during the registration - Nurvs of Steel. Not some fucking "Steel the band".

I for one, am very thankful to everyone who came and supported us, giving us the best response we have ever had till date. And although they were not the metal kind of people, but the enthusiasm left me dumbstruck.

I guess shit happens. Now they're postponing the main show, and our drummer has to go to Mumbai for his checkup following the major accident he had a few months ago.

I guess that's just all for now. I'll keep updating whenever I get a chance, and just hope these posts are at least read.

Lonely

Lonely, originally uploaded by Sudipto_Sarkar.

My condition lately. I am however working on that. Trying and hacking my brain to make me feel better.

The band got a show on 12th in college. I however don't think will be able to go there. I'm practically grounded. Doing instrumentals for 20 minutes ain't an easy job either. Especially when it's an audience of the sort which goes for bollywood "music". More so, when it is heavy metal instrumentals.

It's the first show where we were "invited". Not a competition, but a show. And looks where I'm standing. Fate it seems, is not without a sense of irony...

Life's going on

Many a times, one feels that there's nothing much left of life. This is one of those times for me.

I'm at my parents' now, and there ain't much to do. I'm just getting bored sitting in this place day and night, surfing the Internet or playing old fucked up games.
Some good things are happening as well though. One of them is that I almost finished writing a song. After a week or so, I'll work on it and make it releaseable. I'm not sure if to go for a single release or an EP as was planned earlier and announced on the band's twitter page.

Another good thing is that I got BSNL Broadband yesterday. So, no more waiting hours to download a Meg of file.

I started using Freenet lately and one wouldn't believe the enormous amount of stuff it has. It's just a plethora of information. I sure hope to find something interesting in there (other that pr0n, which you eventually get bored of).

Meanwhile, I went to college to get the certificate and marksheets, and some stuff happened, but that's a whole new post. At one moment you realize that you'll probably die or end up in a hospital for a month, and then you realize that it's okay, and you got out of that just fine. It is then when you start loving yourself.
The company didn't send my call letter yet, so my parents are bugging me, which always gets me irritated. But that's just life. A ton of shit thrown at you, which you must dodge or face consequences.

Fucked up life won't always be fucked up

Those who have known me in recent years, know well of how I have a record in almost getting fucked up but escaping the danger at the last moment by a fucking millimeter. Right now, the time is bad. I am facing shit with the most important thing - getting the fuck out of dependence, and I'm on the verge of fucking up. All I can do is do what I normally do - keep calm. But under the circumstances, it seems pretty tough. But I know I'll get through this, intact and victorious.

New photoblog with phtography tips- Visio Planet

After much waiting, I finally published my Photoblog on my own domain. Honestly, I was quite busy doing this for the last few days. And when your ISP gives you a speed of 0.1 kbps after stating the speed in the advertisement as - "SUPERFAST INTERNET", it's not quite easy to do things. You have to wait the whole day to do something which would otherwise take about an hour. I am thinking of writing about this shitty thing in my social shit unmasked blog, which will of course then be the first story I'd write there. For those of you who are interested in what I'm interested in, try checking out my new blogs. You might find something of interest.

Agartala railway station

Agartala railway station, originally uploaded by Sudipto_Sarkar.

I was checking out the most viewed photographs in my flickr account today. Surprisingly it was this low resolution Motorola cameraphone picture of the railway station, which I clicked about a couple of years ago.

This edifice won't look like a railway station at first sight. In fact you won't know till you are either told, or till you see the trains or the interiors.

The station ain't very big if you consider the fact that there are no broad gauge lines. The only lines are the meter gauge lines, and you can go till Silchar on these trains. And not to mention how slow they are. The last time I heard about them, they'd take 18 hours to reach Silchar, as if 12 hours on a bus journey was less.

Anyway, the topic ain't how slow or how utterly useless it is for long journey, although it is quite useful for travelling to places which aren't very far and waiting for buses can be a pain in the ass.

The architecture resembles that of a palace. In face, it is build in memory of the Ujjayanta Palace, which was the royal palace of ancient Tripura, now situated in a place outside Agartala.

Now as I checked Google for "Agartala railway station", this picture was in the front page. Feels good being on the front page for a keyword I did not deliberately use for SEO. :)

P.S. Your comments are valuable. Do lemme know what you thought about this.

New blog about shit in society

Regardless of who we are, we all go through shit of some kind or the other every day. Almost all "organizations" are using us in some way or the other. And I for one, am really really pissed off with that. So I decided to dedicate an entire blog upon the subject.

I have teamed up with another blogger to do this with. Together, we are going to reveal the truth behind some things which will advertise themselves as really good and beneficial, but as soon as you look into them or spend your money in it, they start kicking your ass. It's better to be aware of such shit before you take a step. This blog is an insight into that.

Here's the link:

http://socialshitunmasked.blogspot.com

At present we have just written the introductory post, which you'll find here: http://socialshitunmasked.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-social-shit.html

P.S. Do not forget to follow and/or subscribe if you're into conspiracy theories and such.

Currency INR (Indian National Rupee)

Currency INR (Indian National Rupee), originally uploaded by Sudipto_Sarkar.

Some of you guys know that I used to be into photography. And although I never really had the chance to get myself a good camera, I now have a good camera at my disposal now. So, I just thought I'd post my flickr photographs here on my blog as I keep clicking them.

This one's a hundred rupee note kept under five 1 Re coins. The dead subject intrigued me, and I came up with this.

Bye bye academics

I am Jack's smirky face.

Academics are over. I'm back at my parents'. And I have a shitload of time to kill. Oh, and I got placed too, although the booze party was a little short of booze.

Lately, things have been quite boring. Most of the time, I'm either watching the idiot box, or sitting in front of the computer playing a ten year old game. With no beer for about a month, you can imagine what it's like. Days are passing by, either sleeping or getting bored. My laptop's in the hospital getting its backlight controller circuit regrown. Damn that bucket of water that fell on it a couple of months back.

I am Jack's idle brain.

Dad bought this new camera, so I got quite a revival of photography now, playing around with the macro lens mode and every convex lens I can muster to find in the house. I spent some days composing the song, I started last year at about this time. Made some progress, although I'm yet to complete the lyrics of that.

Other than that, I'm working yet again on the graphic novel I started to work on last year. Waiting to get a new tablet, just so that I can digitize all of my work without having to consider managing a scanner from somewhere. Have almost finished working on the story anew. All I have to do now is work on the synopsis, the characters, the script, concept art and then the panels, inking coloring, lettering and page setup. Shitload of work again.

I am Jack's brain feeling a little more occupied now.

Other than all this, as if it were not enough, I'm thinking of working on another graphic novel, but placing this under an open source license, something similar to NYC2123. Yes, I am talking about an open source graphic novel. And what did you think? The open source thing applies only to softwares? In case you didn't know, other than softwares, it applies to hardware, movies, music, paintings, photographic works etc. Whatever you want it to apply to. And if you're really thinking that you should have known that, you'd seriously want to follow my blog about open source here.

Anyways, coming back to the topic, I'd really appreciate it if I could get people to work with me on this. Someone to think out a good story, someone to write the script, I'd like to work on the art (might include all of the inking, coloring and lettering process if no individual expert is willing to join me).

Other than that, I got ill. Now I won't make up another Jack's sentence to describe that. Ciao fellas!