Bollywood and the Indian culture

Aren't you always driven into believing that the Indian culture is effectively and almost completely captured by the numerous bollywood movies? At least I was. And why not?

Bollywood is the most pervasive and,therefore,the most accessible form of songs and dances which forms and integral part of the Indian life.From twenty four hour music channels showing women wearing ankle-long lehengas decorated with radiant handwork with their bodies embellished with fake ornamentation -celebrating Diwali on a scale grander than what even the president would dare to (and mind you , these women often more resplendent than the lamps they hold) to radio channels playing the latest Bollywood songs, one just cannot escape the bollywood effect.There is now, even a channel that is 100% Bollywood(Zoom TV :)).

When abroad, one easily finds that Bollywood is India's most popular art export (Some may say Yoga - but that may fast be changing). From big Bollywood movie Banners at Newport Jn to buses with side walls painted with pictures of a Desi hero flanked by a couple of gorgeous looking Bollywood babes, Bollywood has in a rather short span of time become the face that represents India in its quest to become a soft superpower. So much so that "That's the ways Mahi ve" is thought of as the way an Indian wedding is celebrated , "Pairon mein bandhan hain" stands out as the typical Indian Diwali celebrations and "Mubarak Id Mubarak" ids believed to unfailingly capture Eid festivities. Little wonder then that Gen X is able to think of the culture as anything more that what is presented by the world's most prolific film industry. But is that all there is to our culture? Certainly, a 5000 year old civilization has more to offer when it comes to cultural forms than what could be captured in a few strikingly similar bollywood songs. Indeed it does. The truth is that the Indian life contains innumerable art forms and traditions - each specific to a particular region in the country- that together come to form a breathtaking kaleidoscope called the Indian culture. Each form is so distinct and artistic that one would need an entire Bollywood to capture its beauty and sense.



Why does the average Indian then remain so obsessed with Bollywood?(or Tollywood or whichever-wood) Do these cultural forms not have it in them to hold the intrigue of the Indian spectator?Perhaps not . Perhaps the Indian eye and ear have become so trained to hearing the balle balle hip hop kind of music (mind you balle balle in its unadulterated form is in itself an art form - I mean no offence) that anything even faintly somber is dismissed as old-fashioned. This behaviour is in tune with the average Indian's version of having high decibel fun in his leisure.

So while the lack of state patronage and the attitude of the self righteous Indian means that these art forms play only a second fiddle to Big Brother Bollywood, their intrinsic elegance and their potential to hold the attention of the foreign audience should never be questioned. Here is case in point.



We are all aware that despite all criticisms, the CWG was one chance India had to showcase to the world its culture, its organizing capabilities and its rapidly improving sporting capabilities.In its quest to demonstrate to the world what would be in store in Delhi 2010 , the government of India organized multi-crore star studded Bollywood extravaganza at the closing ceremony in Melbourne 2006.The Commonwealth was mesmerized with the high energy performance by the best performers from Bollywood.

Then arrived Delhi 2010 with every rational indicator pointing to the biggest games failure .However, on Oct 3 2010 7:00 pm IST ,when about half a billion and half people from around the globe sat watching the opening ceremony to the games all the while hoping that no room should collapse in the stadium, Delhi delivered the knockout punch. Three and a half hour of an exotic presentation had the leading newspapers of the world saying this:

http://news.smh.com.au/breaking-news-sport/pakistan-praises-delhi-opening-ceremony-20101004-162y0.html

http://www.morethanthegames.co.uk/delhi-2010/0412657-commonwealth-games-fennell-praises-delhi-2010-opening-ceremony

http://vincentloy.wordpress.com/2010/10/04/amazing-opening-ceremony-of-delhi-2010-commonwealth-games/



And guess what ? There was absolutely no Bollywood here . Just plain "old fashioned" Indian culture that saved the day for India. At the end of the day one has to say that the Indian culture has significant market value. It just needs the right platform

The Chinese Advantage

The world is replete with instances of the most unbelievable and mind boggling phenomena - the rainbow,the beautiful water falls and yes, the Indian democracy - to name a few.But none comes so close to leaving you spell bound as does a certain gentleman(pardon my indiscretion) by the name Karma Sonam Bhutia (Also known as China,Angula,Spanky,cheen by his loving friends among which I number - but that's beside the point). Yes, he is a phenomenon in his own right and a rather rare one at that.Given below is an adorable picture of him.

Observe it closely. Yes, the face would depict the serenity one would associate with a Buddhist monk who had renounced all the pleasures that this world had to offer to lead the life of a recluse . And a lot of people have indeed been deceived by this ostensibly innocent portrait. From being the darling of teachers to being the object of pity love of college girls, this face has done it all .No wonder his female companion-ships are on the rise . The reality of his person is as far from this as is Sikkim from Kerala (What an apt analogy!!).The innocent lamb has transformed into a marauding stallion . From late night bike rides and the roof top parties to being chased by cops Karma has shed all remaining inhibitions of his bachelor life.

What really contributes to the making of this phenomenon is the outright contrast one observes in his levels of intelligence. Karma is a university gold medalist for good reasons (though Arun K and I would dissent). He has got a very sharp brain. While most of us tried reading notes to make sense of seemingly difficult subjects,Karma would discover ,with an 'Oh Ya?', that there is an exam barely 6 hours before the actual commencement thanks to his trustworthy comrade Debmalya without whom this Dragon would have been reduced to a dragon-fly . His preparation style would in many ways be like India's organizing of the Commonwealth Games - running around from pillar to post to understand subjects which people would expect him to explain. Yet his intelligence is such that he would invariably end up knowing more that what you ever taught him and on the day of the exam- any guesses who the highest scorer would have been? -- Yes the protagonist of this blog. And while most people would leave the exam hall visibly dejected-Karma would look unperturbed and when asked how his exam was - his face would contort and distort beyond recognition before spelling out "Ya OK!" The "OK" performance would be the ingredient to a future 9.something at the end of the semester.

While this intelligence always left people speechless - the lack of it at other times left people in fits of laughter. For instance, you could always make him believe that there is a test the other day,that the prettiest girl in the college has a crush on him or that the project guide has decided to fail him for some reason. He will willingly treat you or lend you money with the belief that he would get something better in return.The latest in this series being his realizing last Thursday that his TOEFL exam was a couple of days ago!More stories coming up!!

The story of a great king

Once upon a time there lived a great king.King Dholuvardhan as he was called by his satisfied subjects ruled the kingdom of Dholunagaram.The king was loved and adored by his only wife -- queen Jujulata.The king was completely bowled over the very first time he met Jujulata and gradually the princess' charm and elegance -- especially her gentle morning touch on Dholu's cheek -- had the king surrender his love to the generous woman.

The king ,however, was not of much intellectual capacity.His kingdom was run by the advice of his minister Parthakya.The minister ,though outright dumb, had convinced the king into believing that all his fundae where for his own welfare.Parthakya considered himself a great warrior , a champion of all sports. He never stopped bragging about his supremacy at a certain ball-stick and pocket game which he was painfully slow at but with which he had looted the king of all his glory.

The minister had promised to build the king a futuristic vehicle - one that would garner energy fro the mighty sun-god and move at speeds unmatched in that era.The king, thrusting the promise made by his minister had dreamt of several long drives on the vehicle with his lady love. Alas,the vehicle never materialized.It could run downward from the top of the hill and that was all the movement it could do.

The queen being let down by the king's inability to keep his word left him to Pune-land where he got herself a stylish vehicle of the present.Angry with the minister , the king had him fired.That, however, didn't stop his longing for the queen. Unable to take the pain of separation, the king journeyed across seven hill punctuating the heart of central India and reached Puneland.The queen was mesmerized by the King's sudden but sweet gesture. As a token of her appreciation,she made the king sit behind her on her scintillating vehicle of the present. Little did the king know what was in store for him.The magical vehicle upturned drammatically and the king was thrown away like a stone when catapulted.Though thickly covered by several layers of soft fat ,Dholu's bones gave way to the enormous jerk resulting from his massive physique hitting against the rough ground.Dholu cried for help but to no avail.The queen stood there with triumph oozing out of her eyes.Her vengeance was quenched.Feeling vindicated she drove away to the comfort of her palace which she shared with 3 other men.

Lying hopeless and helpless Dholu was finally rescued by Rishambara - the proud self-confident,never-to-be-wronged prince from Mumbainagar.Rishambara had once possessed a communication device of the future of which he was extremely proud but which he had tried to fiddle with -- so true to his nature and had hence caused it to break. Taking pity at Dholu's pitiable state , Rishambara directed him to the exit gate of Pune-Land that would eventually lead him to DHolunagar.though the direction was absolutely wrong, no one would challenge Rishambara with his Federer-like confidence.

Ill-fated Dholu paid heed to the words of Rish and ended up straight in the palace of Jujulata.
there, seeing the queen's display of infidelity in the most blatant form (if you know what i mean ;)) Dholu was stunned . His willingness to live disappeared and lifting a dagger he neutralized himself.

Thus died the great king

Holding Back!!

There are all kinds of people in this world. Some that are overtly optimistic, some that have tremendous confidence , some that are capable but hold themselves back and some that clearly are aware that they are absolutely incapable.While there is a certain degree of certainty in the way the first , second and fourth category of people carry themselves the 3rd category of people find themselves almost always unsure.

They doubt sometimes even the most obvious thing. They are not outright pessimist but pessimism is an integral part of their nature. Before taking on any work their thought process undergoes a series of steps. It starts with an evaluation of how they will be perceived by others in case they are not able to complete the task; so much so that their understanding of the task at hand is clouded by this thought.Their outlook is defensive and their mind always seeks an explanation of how to provide an appropriate explanation should someone question them on anything related to the task.Despite their capabilities their efficiency is generally low since they do not have a single point of focus.The weight of negativity on them is overwhelming and victory in minor battles in the course of the task completion gives them a sense of winning a war. They are fickle and appear never really sure.But realizing that a good external perception is priceless they constantly strive to show that they are on top of things. They frequently refuse to take help even when it is easily available lest people may perceive it to be a sign of weakness. Their work is scratchy a lot of the times and at best may receive a 'B'.
The journey is so full of worries that sometimes the joy of reaching the destination is diluted. Minor tasks seem a challenge and these people tend to seek solace in a virtual world where everything seems perfect for them. They may seem drawn from reality not paying attention to the most basic happenings involving them . They always seem to be "holding back" and so much of their energy is just never unleashed. And to make matters worse no one ever knows that they are indeed going through frequent on-off periods . Drawn back can often be the worst state to be in !!

An IPL Experience

The hype around the Indian Premier League had caught onto me. Being born and brought up in Cuttack , I had watched a couple of one-day internationals and a Test match but the IPL promised to be bigger and better .So I with a few of my friends planned to experience what many people had called the most exciting experience in their lifetimes. We booked the tickets for the encounter between RCB and CSK on the 23rd of March.The ticket was priced at Rs 1100 which I thought was decent enough. The match was supposed to begin at 8:00 pm. However, anticipating a massive turnout and wary about standing for a long time in the queue, we reached the stadium a good 3 hours in advance. During the journey from home to the stadium I had asked friends and families to keep an eye on the television screen just in case we were captured in the lenses. We entered (at about 5:45 pm) an vacant Chinnasamy stadium with the sun beating down hard on the "Bagpiper Special View stand" where we eventually seated ourselves. The stand looked clean and a good number of the front row seats were adorned with RCB flags . So if you were a CSK supporter you would have to get your own flag in case you wanted to flutter anything up in the air.

We then posed for a few photos fit to be uploaded on Orkut or Facebook.In the mean time the sun had gone down and conditions were ideal in terms of the heat. The music which had started even before we entered the stadium was loud to the point of irritation and impeded any sort of conversation . We thought ,however, that it was only a matter of time and that it would stop once the match started. A while later RCB players came to the field cheered by their supporters that easily outnumbered those of CSK. We were busy figuring out the players from the distance. A few of them came near the boundary to an even larger roar of the crowd.We thought we had had our money's worth already but their was more in store as CSK players arrived f0llowed by a four groups of foreign cheerleaders. Incidentally one group was stationed to perform right in front of our stand and their reception upon ascending the podium where they performed after every four and at the end of every over would have left the cricketers asking "Who are the real stars?"

The match though did not turn out to be as interesting as the prologue.To start with the organizers had clearly distributed many more tickets than the capacity of the stand which meant that many in the front rows had to remain standing throughout the match . This affected the view of people seated behind .There were several arguments and verbal fights.To add to this was the incessant cheer-leading music which sounded more like noise.RCB's slow batting except for the occasional boundary didn't help at all. The last 2 overs of their innings with sixes disappearing to all corners of the ground accompanied with amazing pyrotechnics ,however, made up for the lack in entertainment in the middle overs. in the second half,much before the half way point in CSK's innings the fate of the match was decided.The chasers caved in without putting up much of a fight. To the crowd at large it wasn't much of a disappointment as all of them had religiously supported the home team right from the word go. But to neutrals like us the match wasn't something worth remembering.

We left a couple of overs before the match ended with mixed feelings about our first ever IPL match.

Jack of all trades

Hello and a very happy new year. After writing this blog I am going to send it to a few of my friends just to ask them if they agree with this assesment of myself. I am one among 1.2bn Indians struggling like many others to carve a niche for myself but confused how to go about achieving it. I ,therefore, try out a lot of things never making it big in any of them though.

Academics : This is something I used to pride myself on. At least my credentials would prove so until a certain point in time. I joined an engineering college and was smacked left,right and center by the likes of Karma and others.I wanted to be a professor, wrote GATE but then I thought MBA appeared more lucrative:went some distance in that direction till I was made to realize that I am not yet made up for it. So I joined the firm I had been recruited for .Now I find myself in a major combat with the opposing forces being Java, Unix and Perl. So I have decided to lie low for some time.

Cricket : I am a batsman and finger spinner. I am good at the pull shot and the occasional straight drive but nothing more. My eyes lose track of the ball much before it reaches my bat. My balls (the ones i deliver :) ) turn a bit but without line and length i have often seen it disappear over my head.

Straight drive

Swimming : I can cross the breadth of an average sized pool but will drown by the time I reach more than half the length. Tried learning it over an irregular period of 2 years till i decided to suspend it. I claim that if 2012 is to become a reality then i can remain afloat for some time till necessary help arrives.

Pool : I learnt this game thanks to Rishav in the final year of my engineering. My biggest achievement has been beating Partha (a slow ,not so elegant player who somehow manages to pot them all) in a game and beating Juju in every game we played after the first few. Juju was my frequent pool partner who used to initiate table money and I got a free game every time.

Basketball : Another final year initiative. I always put in a lot of energy running around after the ball. Was a decent shooter but a slam dunk remained a distant dream. Miss this game though especially the part where we used to get up at 5 in the morning to play it.

Bowling : 103 is my highest score and that was when i played it for the first time. Every game I have played since has been a disappointment till when I scored an 86 when I last played. It has been embarrassing losing to girls 2 times :(

Reading : The thickness of a book is the principal criterion . I love reading newspaper and magazines but when it comes to reading books , well, it takes eternity . At 10 pages a day it would take me more than 2 months to complete a 600 paged book .

Movies and music : Of selected genres .Can only watch movies in a theater with the crowd giving necessary inputs as to when the situation is funny or serious. I am a bathroom singer and would any day qualify in one of those funny episodes of Indian idol .

Looks : Spend a decent time looking at the mirror . Make frequent attempts to lighten the tan that Sun god so generously gifts me every time I step out. Have put on a lot of weight of late and intend to shed a few kilos though at present it is only in the mind.And with money in hand have developed a taste to try out fancy clothes.

In the end, given the person that I am I would want to be remembered as a loving son, good friend and a caring would be husband

Law of dimininshing returns

One of the most fundamental laws which has been proven more by experience than by experimental results is what is called the "law of diminishing returns". And this is what the standard definition of the law might look like on the web :

Sometimes referred to as variable factor proportions, law of diminishing returns states that as equal quantities of one variable factor are increased, while other factor inputs remain constant, ceteris paribus, a point is reached beyond which the addition of one more unit of the variable factor will result in a diminishing rate of return and the marginal physical product will fall

It is common knowledge that the second lick of an ice-cream is not as good as the first and the third is not as good as the second(things might not seem to follow the pattern once one comes to the come but that is a different story ).In effect the law states that the more we have of some desirable entity its utility (the satisfaction we draw out of it) diminishes till we reach a point where we regret possessing the stuff in the first place.

Though such stuff might make for interesting reading , a very pertinent issue for such a law is its validity across people and their experiences. For example, have you ever thought if this law would be applicable to your most valued relationship?Your relationship with the person you love the most?Haven't you noticed (if you have bothered enough to notice that is) that after the initial excitement (if you know what i mean :) ) following your wedding and the few mandatory promises of being together till the last breath of life, things begin to appear insipid? The romantic relationship that you once shared with the person you promised you would stand by ,in due course of time, seems to plateau off. The basis of the relationship changes from "love" to "understanding" and then from "understanding" to a mature "compromise". In many cases the basis itself gives way and the relationship falls apart.

People may argue , though, that if the involved parties want to keep things going then the law could actually be kept at bay. But such people while delivering such opinion are carried away more by excitement because they are in love themselves or because they just have to make a point. Despite all the good intentions of people to keep their romantic relationship always full of life, priorities change. At some stage one's career takes over and then they got a family to mail look after. It becomes increasingly difficult to deliver on the promises which you no longer even remember you made.

The best thing to do is to allow things to take their natural course and agree to a compromise rather that regretting the absence of romance and allowing the relationship to fall apart. Compromises are not made by the weak.The weak struggle or fight to destroy themselves. A compromise requires immense mental strength and tenacity.It is always a decision that the wise arrive at when things don't appear all that good.

Hope people are wise enough to compromise. All hail the law !!

Reminded by chance

Isn't it absolutely amazing how we tend to associate particular situation and events in life with a certain song or sometimes odour. And the most amazing thing is that all this is done by the subconscious self. We often ourselves get surprised how an otherwise insipid song can bring cascading back to memory a certain imagery connected with one's past life.
For instance, the other day I was listening to the song "hai junoon" from the movie New York.
I did so after a very long time actually. The very first chord that I heard brought back to memory and made me almost instantly relive the moments prior to my trip to NY (I had gone to NY after watching the movie by the same name). Yes, i did relive all the anxieties and nervous prior to a trip that by far has been the longest and the most eventful in my life. I guess that explains why life can never be truly boring 'coz u never know what you are in for

सौतन से परेशान :"Jhansi ki Rani" vs "Billo Rani"

Friends, I was not allowed to make this post in F-Bhasad ,hence, I had to launch it here.

For all of us that that like chatpata news here is something that can easily be digested.It has been observed that our friend Juju (widely believed to have warmed hathi's [Tharwani] bed several times) has been restless since the day he learnt that Sandeep had turned infidel (bewafaa) by sleeping with "billo rani". Kindly refer to the "Hathi hua billi ka shikar episode on F-Bhasad" . News is to be had that juju is not on talking terms with Sandeep and has become rather grumpy. Indeed it has been a sad week for juju after losing his trusted lover(hathi) to a creature belonging to a different species.

बेवफाई का शिकार
But juju ne haar nahin maani hai. After all (s)he is our "Jhansi Ki Rani". Juju wants to win back his Pyaar at all cost. To this end we found out that juju has been learning swimming to give the "billi" a run for her money.Juju has also been dressing up provocatively to turn into the "ultimate seductress"(though "hathi" doesn't need seducing).The reason for such drastic change in behaviour became apparent yesterday when Juju saw his सौत sleeping on one of the windows of G Hostel and his anger knew no bounds. God help "billo rani" now.


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कैसी लग रही हूँ मैं??


हाई रे मेरी फूटी किस्मत

"Hathi", thoough, seems to be enjoying all the attention . He has no regrets for his act of extreme bewafaai.Infact he is even contemplating a divorce. His libido knows no bounds and he now plans to bed a snake that is reportedly doing its rounds in F hostel. Things are not getting any easy for you Juju. Good Luck!!

तेरा क्या होगा बिल्लो रानी ?

My Friend Juju

Well lemme introduce my friend Juju to you. Juju is my class mate. He was among the 1st persons i met here and at 1st look there was nothing extraordinary or abnormal about him though he smiled and laughed at the silliest happenings.Over the years he has developed into a very good friend.For those that know juju what i am gonna write here will merely substantiate your perspective of juju. For those who dont, well, they are in for a surprise for juju is one of those amazing creatures born alomost by a terrible mistake by destiny into a anomaly called mankind. To begin with Juju is amongst the most refined conversationalist. While mouthing foul language is almost bread and butter for engineering students juju would refrain from committing himself into such verbal outbursts unless ,ofcourse, he is desperately trying to drive home a point in which case he may break his sagehood. He never vents his spleen. The best he will do (when he is angry) is make weird facial gestures and not look at you (all for a couple of minutes).He is a computer geek with an amazing ability to circumvent any problem with repeated attempts.
And whats more he always held his principles very high(atleast till 2006). It was the physics class in the 1st year and while most of us were bored listening to the soporific lecture, juju was up to something.He made a paper plane--one that he thought would disobey all laws of aerodynamics and traverse a non-protectile motion and eventually hit me. As it turned out in its maiden flight "JUJU 707" twisted and turned and whirled to land straight at the teacher's feet. She was furious. She turned back and asked us to own up.All of us sat quietly since we knew none would dare to do so. All of a sudden i saw some movement at my back. It was juju . His face had grown pale, his forehead wrinkled and lips dry. His body was making slow upward movements and any fool would know who the culprit was if he threw a glance at juju.I looked at him and wondered "What on earth is he up to? Why the hell does want to own up?". I was hoping against hope that he didnt stand up. In the end wisdom prevailed and he did not. The epilogue to the story came after the class when i asked him why he had wanted to stand up. He said he thought the teacher would forgive him if he was truthful!! That's how innocent (if not outright idiotic) juju is.Thats not all. More of juju's adventure are coming up in the next few posts.....

Internships

There are always two ways of looking at things. One way to look at internships is to see it as a burden deliberately designed by institutes to make u work in the summers which you think is a resting time that you have earned by working hard (subject to disagreement) during the working sessions.The other way is to look at it as a learning experience, an opportunity to learn what really goes on in the corporate world and fnd out how good you are at it. I belonged to the former category till i actually did my internship this summer in a leading investment bank. One would wonder what technology has to do in a bank.But large organizations need technologists to handle there massive databases among other things. So there i was this summer in India's silicon valley to familiarize myself with the "real world". As there are a very few things that i have seriously completed in life(though i start everything with vigor) I had set my expectations low. It was the 5th of may when i started the internship and my word what a lovely journey it was. The first day was full of greetings and good feelings and i was made to feel an integral part of the firm. And whats more we had free accommodation for the first week and i lived life king-size.There were interns from other colleges also and having people of your age in a strange place is something everyone craves for. I made some really nice friends. Every day was filled with the anticipation of something challenging coming my way. At the same time there was a lot of fun to be had.We used to play fooze every afternoon and it almost became an obsession. The team that i worked with was very young,friendly and supporting . They were senitive to my weaknesses and allowed to learn a pace i found most comfortable.They had great faith in my abilities(though i never figured out why).I was allowed to handle meetings on my own which honestly gave me a lot of confidence.The people in the firm were very professional in their dealings and i gradually imbibed the firm's culture.The weekends were extra-special. We used to have something planned out every weekend be it an outing, go-carting, bowling or going to a pub(though i went there just once).As interns we were made to go to fun places in the out skirts of Bangalore which were truly memorable. We never got tired pulling each other's leg.Towards the later part of the stay though it started to get more seriouos with us having to wind up the projects that we had been assigned.A final presentaion marked the ending of our project and most of us ended up getting job offers from the firm.
Our farewell night was amazing. I danced like there was no tomorrow. At the end of the internship i was satisfied with the fact that I had finally done something substantial, some thing that was of some use to someone else.I would've missed a great deal if i had not interned.
They say success comes when preparation meets opportunity.So when opportunity knocks on the door- take it. You wont regret it later.

God's own country

There is something fascinating about kerala. There is just far too much greenery.I was out on a trek today (if you call walking up an down a rugged terrain a trek) . It was just amazing. The weather was great. What really caught my attention was the amazing variety of fauna. There were at least 2 birds i saw today that i had not seen in the past-- a very soothing experience indeed. The jungle was reminiscent of many of the stuff dreams are made up of. Whats more i was accompanied by a photography maniac and a kid from hilly lands -- ( both were equally engrossed in the beauty that surrounded us). The calm was something that's rather rare these days. I feel rejuvenated. Although that does little to lessen the burden of having to go through many tests as our exams are just round the corner. A welcome change nonetheless.....

OUR PRESENTATION

AS PART OF OUR PROJECT FOR TATHVA 06 ORGANIZED BY NIT CALICUT WE HAD PREPARED A PRESENTATION ON HOW TO USE PIEZOELECTRIC CRYSTALS AND THEREBY MAKE A MOBILE RECHARGER .IT WAS A THEORETICAL CONCEPT, NOT IMPLEMENTED SO FAR. WE HAVEN'T YET EXPLORED INTO HOW FESIBLE IT ACTUALLY IS.THE IDEA WAS PRESENTED TO US BY ON OF OUR FRIENDS AND WE WORKED ON IT.. WE DON'T REMEMBER THE EXACT SITE WHERE WE GOT THE INFORMATION FROM BUT WE CAN CITE REASONABLE SOURCES.

my world

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ENJOY  WHILE  ON MY  WORLD
          


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