Mr. Ashish Dixit after watching advertisements urging people to plant trees got inspired and on a fine morning of June 1st, he decided to plant trees. He wanted to everything to save our mother nature, so he plant not 1 or 2 but 30 trees.
This step by him was supposed to reduce global warming, however it has shown increase in global warming, violence and gambling. As it turns out, little Ashish planted those trees in Farmville, a social networking game for nerds. He must have thought he has done enough to save Earth but here is how he went wrong.
1. He planted 30 trees using the BSNL super download speed connection of 30Kbps where "b" is for bits. This meant that he needed at least half an hour to buy and plant all of them. Half an hour of electricity and bandwidth was spent on something as silly as Farmville.
2. After planting 20 trees, little Ashish ran out of coins. So he bought coins by cash for 10 more trees. This gave money to zynga who invest in games like mafia wars that spread violence, prostitution and puts anti-social mentality in kids using that application. His donation has now made sure another criminal is born, maybe in your neighbourhood only.
3. The money also promotes gambling as Zynga has some kind of poker thing going on. People are getting bankrupt there as zynga gets more money thanks to ashish planting trees. People in poker have been hungry for money and coins. They have ruined their daily life just to get some virtual coins.
Zynga's strategy of luring users with what looks harmless application like farmville is paying off and their aim to have a world full of fights and gambling is very much on track. To make sure innocent kids like ashish don't get fooled, it is our duty to make sure such incidents are not repeated.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Important Announcement
I haven't written for long, but this is important so I am writing it down here.
Damn! I forgot what to write, sorry, will post again when I remember.
Damn! I forgot what to write, sorry, will post again when I remember.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Trip to Mumbai
Shona was in India for some time and she was leaving for Australia from Mumbai. Before she was to board the flight, she wanted to meet people from IC in Mumbai. Although I am not from Mumbai but Pune being close, I was also invited. CK called me up and was forcing me to say yes, I thought why not have another experience.
The reason I call it experience is for the reason that I can not tell my parents about it. Asking for permission would be in vain as its very very likely to be a no and if ends up in a no, they will keep a good watch on me. For my mother, meeting old friends in Mumbai would be lame. I don't know why but she is never fond of me spending time (in her words: wasting time) with my old friends. My father might have said yes with hesitation but mom's word is the final word in the house.
It was Saturday and I quickly made a plan. On Saturdays, college is from 8.30, I will tell my parents I have to reach at 8 for some work and leave home. I would go to Pune station, take a bus from there and reach Dadar. For me, the meet will be organized close to Dadar. I did not want to waste any time in travelling, the closer the better as I have to leave early.
Once in Mumbai, Gayrav will come, pick me up and we will go the place of meet. There I will stay till 3-3.15 and will take a bus for Pune. Meanwhile, back home parents know my college gets over at 1.30 and I should be back home by 2. So, I decide that at 2 I will call them up and say that I am going out with friends. On Saturdays, I have coaching class also, something I really dislike going to. At 5-5.30, I will call parents again and say that I will be going to class directly. That means I am safe till 7.30. Taking a bus around 3.30 would ensure myself reaching back home on time without them having any idea about my whereabouts. Plan is fantastic, execution is remaining.
Come the day and it started fine, very well according to plan. I was in Dadar before noon, the meet was at 1PM. Gayrav had called me to say that CK would come to pick me up. He came around 12.40 and I had to wait outside a restaurant in Dadar where I had eaten more than a decade back and I remember 2 families coming there with purpose of choosing boy and girl for marriage.
I met CK and we went to Phoenix Mills. There I met rest of the participants. I will talk about meet in some other post of mine. Around 2 I called my mother and told her that I am going out and she said ok, I told her I will be back by 5. It was about 3 and everyone came except Rupali and Gayrav. I decided to wait till 3.30. At 3.30, Ameet called Rupali and she said she is very nearby and will reach in 10minutes so I decided to wait, meet her and then leave. She came around 3.45, around 4 I said, its time, I MUST leave.
Then all of the guys wanted to take pics standing and I also said ok, more 10minutes gone and I can sense I won't be able to reach home in time. In a hurry I left the place and reached Dadar Asiad around 4.25, I got a bus instantly. Pune Mumbai thankfully is a very busy route. In the bust at 5, I called my mother and said I am going to tuition directly and she said ok. Just 3minutes later, as expected father called and I said I am in bus and returning from MG Road. I also told him that class will be till 8 today. Father bought it and I felt a little ok.
It was around 7.30 that the trouble began. The bus was crossing ghats of Lonavala and Pune city still seemed far away. The last toll plaza came and I saw vehicles towards Mumbai being sent back. I didn't care much about it, I just knew the city is near. It was around 7.55 that the bus entered Pune and the traffic was moderate. The clock on mobile showed 19.58 and father calls, I pick up the phone and whisper "I am in class". He says "There is a blast in Koregaon Park" and I was shocked. There has never been a blast in Pune before and I never imagined that Pune could be targeted. I said ok, I will call after class and cut the call. As much as I was wanting to reach the station, I was equally worried if Pune station is targeted. As has been the trend in the past, many places attacked at once and I felt the station's clock is ticking.
15 minutes later comes another call and I was still far away from dropping point. Father sounding less tensed said that it might be a cylinder blast, nothing has been confirmed, I tell him that I am still in tuition and will call as soon as its over. At 8.28 he calls again but the bus was near the stop so I cut the call. After getting down I call him and he says its confirmed its a blast. I tell him ok, I am coming. I rush to take an auto and none wants to go. After running around, one agreed to go half the distance. I said fine.
This auto driver than asks for my mobile to call his newly wed wife! I am like, there is a blast and how can I trust you. I tell him forget it, use PCO or whatever. He talked to his wife for 5 minutes and I took this moment to call my dad and say that I am going to a friends home for some project work. Somehow I managed to convince him and I bought some time.
I reached Swargate(the half distance point) and find a auto to my place. Just as I was near, my parents start to call, it was 9.15 and half an hour was done. I cut the calls and wait for the auto to reach a place where there is less noise. I don't want them to hear the traffic, else they will know I am somewhere else. I call them back and tell them that there were no lights in stairs so I cut the calls. I told them I will be back home in 10minutes, the time needed to walk.
I got on the auto and took it to my friends place. No, I didn't go there to get down and start working. Ritika's parcel arrived and I was there to take it. From there I took the auto back to my place. Paid him the money and walked 100meters to my colony. You see, if my parents were outside waiting for me, they would have seen me paying auto fare! Took the lift and reached home. They were happy to see me and father asked "Did you go somewhere for job interview?". Somehow, my father always figures out something is wrong. I make a joke out of it and was relieved to be back home, without them having serious doubts of my whereabouts.
The reason I call it experience is for the reason that I can not tell my parents about it. Asking for permission would be in vain as its very very likely to be a no and if ends up in a no, they will keep a good watch on me. For my mother, meeting old friends in Mumbai would be lame. I don't know why but she is never fond of me spending time (in her words: wasting time) with my old friends. My father might have said yes with hesitation but mom's word is the final word in the house.
It was Saturday and I quickly made a plan. On Saturdays, college is from 8.30, I will tell my parents I have to reach at 8 for some work and leave home. I would go to Pune station, take a bus from there and reach Dadar. For me, the meet will be organized close to Dadar. I did not want to waste any time in travelling, the closer the better as I have to leave early.
Once in Mumbai, Gayrav will come, pick me up and we will go the place of meet. There I will stay till 3-3.15 and will take a bus for Pune. Meanwhile, back home parents know my college gets over at 1.30 and I should be back home by 2. So, I decide that at 2 I will call them up and say that I am going out with friends. On Saturdays, I have coaching class also, something I really dislike going to. At 5-5.30, I will call parents again and say that I will be going to class directly. That means I am safe till 7.30. Taking a bus around 3.30 would ensure myself reaching back home on time without them having any idea about my whereabouts. Plan is fantastic, execution is remaining.
Come the day and it started fine, very well according to plan. I was in Dadar before noon, the meet was at 1PM. Gayrav had called me to say that CK would come to pick me up. He came around 12.40 and I had to wait outside a restaurant in Dadar where I had eaten more than a decade back and I remember 2 families coming there with purpose of choosing boy and girl for marriage.
I met CK and we went to Phoenix Mills. There I met rest of the participants. I will talk about meet in some other post of mine. Around 2 I called my mother and told her that I am going out and she said ok, I told her I will be back by 5. It was about 3 and everyone came except Rupali and Gayrav. I decided to wait till 3.30. At 3.30, Ameet called Rupali and she said she is very nearby and will reach in 10minutes so I decided to wait, meet her and then leave. She came around 3.45, around 4 I said, its time, I MUST leave.
Then all of the guys wanted to take pics standing and I also said ok, more 10minutes gone and I can sense I won't be able to reach home in time. In a hurry I left the place and reached Dadar Asiad around 4.25, I got a bus instantly. Pune Mumbai thankfully is a very busy route. In the bust at 5, I called my mother and said I am going to tuition directly and she said ok. Just 3minutes later, as expected father called and I said I am in bus and returning from MG Road. I also told him that class will be till 8 today. Father bought it and I felt a little ok.
It was around 7.30 that the trouble began. The bus was crossing ghats of Lonavala and Pune city still seemed far away. The last toll plaza came and I saw vehicles towards Mumbai being sent back. I didn't care much about it, I just knew the city is near. It was around 7.55 that the bus entered Pune and the traffic was moderate. The clock on mobile showed 19.58 and father calls, I pick up the phone and whisper "I am in class". He says "There is a blast in Koregaon Park" and I was shocked. There has never been a blast in Pune before and I never imagined that Pune could be targeted. I said ok, I will call after class and cut the call. As much as I was wanting to reach the station, I was equally worried if Pune station is targeted. As has been the trend in the past, many places attacked at once and I felt the station's clock is ticking.
15 minutes later comes another call and I was still far away from dropping point. Father sounding less tensed said that it might be a cylinder blast, nothing has been confirmed, I tell him that I am still in tuition and will call as soon as its over. At 8.28 he calls again but the bus was near the stop so I cut the call. After getting down I call him and he says its confirmed its a blast. I tell him ok, I am coming. I rush to take an auto and none wants to go. After running around, one agreed to go half the distance. I said fine.
This auto driver than asks for my mobile to call his newly wed wife! I am like, there is a blast and how can I trust you. I tell him forget it, use PCO or whatever. He talked to his wife for 5 minutes and I took this moment to call my dad and say that I am going to a friends home for some project work. Somehow I managed to convince him and I bought some time.
I reached Swargate(the half distance point) and find a auto to my place. Just as I was near, my parents start to call, it was 9.15 and half an hour was done. I cut the calls and wait for the auto to reach a place where there is less noise. I don't want them to hear the traffic, else they will know I am somewhere else. I call them back and tell them that there were no lights in stairs so I cut the calls. I told them I will be back home in 10minutes, the time needed to walk.
I got on the auto and took it to my friends place. No, I didn't go there to get down and start working. Ritika's parcel arrived and I was there to take it. From there I took the auto back to my place. Paid him the money and walked 100meters to my colony. You see, if my parents were outside waiting for me, they would have seen me paying auto fare! Took the lift and reached home. They were happy to see me and father asked "Did you go somewhere for job interview?". Somehow, my father always figures out something is wrong. I make a joke out of it and was relieved to be back home, without them having serious doubts of my whereabouts.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Mature enough?
First of all, this is my first blog for this year and the first after few months. I don't know why it took me so long, maybe I didn't get the right subject.
For the last 3-4 years I have been listening to people's comments that I am more mature than my age. I never believed in them as I knew that I had a lot to improve. However, over the last year or so, I kind of started to feel that maybe I am really mature for my age. It made me feel good and confident.
However, there has to be 'however'. With my 22nd birthday approaching I really feel I am still immature on a lot of matters, there are things on which I act like a kid. I feel now that I am less mature for my age. Maybe I haven't matured enough over the last year.
That's all, no need to comment on this and please don't say that you're mature and blah blah and those asses who want to say that I am very immature are free to do that :P
For the last 3-4 years I have been listening to people's comments that I am more mature than my age. I never believed in them as I knew that I had a lot to improve. However, over the last year or so, I kind of started to feel that maybe I am really mature for my age. It made me feel good and confident.
However, there has to be 'however'. With my 22nd birthday approaching I really feel I am still immature on a lot of matters, there are things on which I act like a kid. I feel now that I am less mature for my age. Maybe I haven't matured enough over the last year.
That's all, no need to comment on this and please don't say that you're mature and blah blah and those asses who want to say that I am very immature are free to do that :P
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