Posted in Life, Random observations, Uncategorized on June 10, 2007| 17 Comments »
another year has gone by another wrinkle has appeared, as a friend of mine aptly put it! Yes, today is the day I should officially celebrate my ageing, but I have never celebrated a birthday in my life nor do I intend to. Why celeberate growing old?
To be quite honest, I don’t even know if today is my actual date of birth. There are some contradictions you see, and I am sure you understand why…! ;)
Go ahead anyway and send me those “God gave a gift to the world when you were born…” cards! ;)
Posted in Random observations, Uncategorized on October 16, 2006| 6 Comments »
Finally I have decided to join WordPress. With this being my first post, I am still in the process of familiarizing myself with its features. I have, using help, managed to successfully import posts from one of my previous blog (instead of giving them new dates and making them seem recent). But unfortunately some of the images cannot be seen as you can see from the ones below. If anyone knows how to mend this, please let me know.
Also if anyone can tell me how to import posts from this blog then i would be grateful.
Posted in Uncategorized on April 20, 2006| 2 Comments »
Julian Beever’s is an English artist famous for his “Pavement art”. He has painted on the streets of England, France, Germany, USA, Australia and Belgium, creating a striking illusion of 3-dimensionality when viewed from the right angle. Here are sopme of his paintings – Very creative one must admit!
Posted in Uncategorized on April 19, 2006| 2 Comments »
Posted in Relationships, Somalia, Uncategorized on April 18, 2006| 1 Comment »
A man may meet a woman and be shocked by her ugliness. Soon if she is unaffected, her expression makes him overlook the fault of her features. He begins to find her charming, it enters his head that she might be loved, and a week later he is living in hope. The following week he has been snubbed into despair, and the week aftwerwards he has gone mad.
STENDHAL, Love, Translated by Suzanne Sale
Posted in Creative Non-Fiction, London, Random observations, Uncategorized on April 16, 2006| Leave a Comment »
It happened right at the traffic lights of A4. We were in the middle of a three lane motorway when it happened. A BP vividly stood on the left of us and Gillette within a few meters away. I was behind the wheel and had just started changing the CD from a Somali Mix to a Mohamed Mooge Liiban’s classics when we heard a clunk of metallic object hitting the road surface. It felt like something fell from underneath the car and hit the floor. My worst fears were ignited, and reassured when I got out of the car and examined the incident – The Exhaust of the car fell off!
With care, we moved the car from the main road, onto a side-road besides BP and parked it in a parking bay in front of an off-licence. My friend suggested that we remove the exhaust and drive home, but upon assessing the damage we found that the petrol was leaking too! We didn’t have a lot of bean to spend and thus had very limited options: walk to the nearest station to get a train and go home!
The idea seemed plausible, since we can neither take the car nor call the AA recovery to tow it for we weren’t a member. Before the exhaust fell off, we had passed Osterly station about five minutes earlier. So it was within a walking distance, but my friend thought that Hammersmith station would be a better option. We started our journey on foot from the Borough of Hounslow towards Hammersmith – walking along the A4 motorway, since that’s the only route we know.
We had now been walking for about a good half an hour, passing by Gunnersbury and EMC2 tower when we came to Chiswick Roundabout. It was only then we’d realised that we were miles away from our destination and regretted the decision we made. But it was no time for regrets now, and Hammersmith station was still about 5 – 7 miles away. We stopped for a while, to mull over the decision we’re about to make. Should we go towards Hammersmith which is about another hour’s walk or change route and go towards Acton, which is just about the same distance? We agreed on the latter.
So from Chiswick Roundabout we took a left following Gunnersbury Avenue towards Ealing and thought we’d get to Acton Station this way. Now my friend knows this route by car, so this route usually entails miles and miles of walking if reached by foot. Upon reaching the overhead bridge just past Gunnersbury Cemetery, he suggested we cross the road and take the side-road – Princess Avenue. I disagreed, loathing the idea of getting lost in the area and having to return to the main road again. I dreaded the long journey, and the uncertainty of his plan. But he had the courage of his convictions and led us to Princess Avenue. This then led us to a serene and predominantly white neighbourhood. We passed Trafalgar way and finally reached Acton.
The first signs were the herds of Somalis roaming the street – then a sigh of relief. The Nomads of Somalia used to proclaim upon seeing birds that there must be water nearby. In our case, upon seeing the Somalis we assumed that there must be a restaurant nearby, for our stomachs were empty and our feet were sore. After walking a few more paces we came to Leeban restaurant from where we filled our stomachs and took the weight off our feet. A cold chill ran through my vein, accompanied by thin needle stabs from the long walk. My muscles were aching, heart pounding and sweat dripping from my head. never have i walked for an hour and 15 minutes. Reaching my home on the other side of London – Woolwich – was just the best thing that happened to em on the day, as my warm bed awaited me!
Posted in black, Black London, London, Random observations, Somali, Somalia, Uncategorized, Youth/Yobs on April 6, 2006| 8 Comments »
I arrived a bit late, after being held in traffic for about half and hour. At 6 Pm I entered the foyer, and someone informed me that the play had already started. I quickly rushed, taking my seat next to Leila and watched as the young Somalis staged a play.
The play starts at the Airport, with a young man, Adam, who had lived in the west from about a decade and now wishing to fly out. On the departure gates, he couldn’t find his passport, and at that precise moment a much younger fellow, Axmad, walks from behind the curtain and exchanges a long glance with Adam. At the very same time, a girl wearing all black exits from behind the curtain holding a placard which says “Ten years earlier”. We are now shown, through Axmad, how Adam first got into the country, standing this time at the entry gates while he was being asked for his passport by the Immigration officers.
The entire play was far too long to be mentioned here but it follows Axmad throughout his ten years stay in the United Kingdom and covers all aspects the youth culture in the west. It covers issues such as drugs, the generation gap and relationship between the young and the elder folks, gang related issues and influence of the bad guys over the newly arrived one, ending up in jail, getting out, education and achievements, etc. and ends at where it started – the airport as Adam is seen holding his luggage as he exits. It was quite a wonderful play.
After a short break, a girl I know of called Leila and a girl acting as Adam’s aunt in the drama, sang Mariah Carey’s “Hero”. Very beautiful! I was rather amazed by the talent these girls had.
Then there was the Clown Dance performed by some teenagers no more than 16 or 17. They danced, without missing a beat – popping and breaking every inch of their bodies simultaneously and in perfect harmony with the thudding of the rhythmic urban sounds. Very impressive I thought, as they exited the podium waving their green-gloved hands.
After that there was an interval and I decided it was time for me to grab a tender chicken breast from the Chicken shop along the same road. But to my dismay, the gates were locked refusing entry to the herds gathered outside also banning anyone from leaving the hall. This, I thought, was rather unnecessary confinement, but that thought evaporated from my mind soon as I realised the behaviour and tendency of Somalis to sneak in and out while their look-a-like gains entry claiming he just gone out for a minute! The organizers of this even must have thought about all this.
I went back and took my seat, after refreshments, and the show resumed. Now a young guy named Axmad took to the stage and sang a song that shook the crowd – “Guur aan rabaaye, Gaabsi kaama doonee”- A classic Niiko song, but the only thing missing was the dancers, which on inquiry I found out that the organizers had rejected that idea already. After a few more performances from other young singers, a dance competition was staged between two groups of dancers dressed in black. I personally favoured the group that “Leila” was in. Don’t be fooled by this girl – she is multi-talented! I watched as both the teams, spiralled, rotated, twisted and turned with great interest. But that pleasure had ended abruptly as a fight broke out on the upper floor, close to where I was sitting. From that moment, pandemonium reigned in the halls and fists were flying.
Before that exchange blows had started, I, for once admired the stillness and tranquillity of the Somalis attending the show and thought that this would set the standards for Somali parties, concerts, wedding and gathering “IF” it ended without a fight. And that quite seemed so, until the last minute, leaving me to resort to the known fact – We are violent people by nature. It is an inherent thing, violence that is!
Overall, the intention of the event to raise funds was wonderful and well done to the organisers.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 28, 2006| 4 Comments »
English is a beautiful language indeed. But some people have degraded it so here I’m compiling a list of words and phrases that should be banished from the English Language for Mis-Use, Over-Use and General Uselessness…
I was actually listening to Anna Raeburn on LBC 97.3 when she was talking about the same thing. i wanted to make a post about it long time ago but i forgot it, so Anna reminded me of it in a way!
1 – Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be alright – Why do people patronise others with such a statement? A close friend or a relative dies and thats how they pay their condolences! No everything is NOT gonna be alright, i just lost my Aunt! it’s better to be silent in such circumstances!
2 – Ah! Nice – Nice, This word ha no value attached to it. It has been stripped of any special meaning it once possessed. When you ask someone ‘how was your day?’ and they reply “Yeah, it was nice!” In fact it wasn’t anything near nice. Or ‘That girl is nice’ No she isn’t anything like it – It’s just said as an automatic response and has no any sentiment attached to it.
3 – Please, Bear with me – You call up some business and after going through the whole burden of the automatic answering machines and pressing of so many a buttons, someone finally picks up the phone and you have a “human contact”. You inquire about something and they reply “I will just check it up, please bear with me Sir” and they play you a dreary tune to keep you waiting. I mean, what burden has it got on them when they say bear with me. I’ve been bearing with you for over 15 bloody minutes and now you want me to bear more and with You!
4 – You Know – Why do people use this term loosely? Someone is explaining something to you – something you’ve never heard of and they say “…then you get this around here, to get rid of this stuff you know, then…and it’s done” No I don’t know. If I knew would I be asking you?
5 – Innit – generally used among the younger folks as a short for ‘aint it”. It really is annoying specially when used with a strong cockney accent. “It’s o’aight Bruv, innit”
…I’ll add some more as i think of them.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 18, 2006| 6 Comments »
Posted in Random observations, Relationships, Somali, Uncategorized on February 13, 2006| 6 Comments »
Soomaalidu waxay ku maahmaahdaa, Haddaad tagto meel laga il laayahay, ishaa layska ridaa and the equivalent translation of this proverb would the equally similar English proverb When in Rome, Do as the Romans Do –that’s precisely the philosophy many Somalis are adopting while they are adapting to changes in culture and environment.
Somalis are people of very unique a nature. Very Distinct people indeed. We somehow find it very easy to assimilate into any culture that we come across – we are easily absorbed by their customs – be they good or bad. Case in point, Valentine’s Day!
Valentine’s Day doesn’t have any special meaning for me, neither celebrated it nor do I intend to, but was brought to my attention by a female friend of mine, Farxiya (Pseudonym), who was asking me for gift ideas, after becoming tired of the regular perfumes and cards I guess! I was taken aback by her audacity. If I had asked her what Valentine’s Day was, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell.
Despite the murky history of the origin of Valentine’s Day, yet it is celebrated by millions, if not billions of people across the globe. What surprises me the most though, is the celebrations held across the Muslim lands, Specially UAE and its neighbouring countries. Has anyone seen the amount of red roses and gift packs that fill up the entire shopping malls?
Posted in Uncategorized on February 4, 2006| 7 Comments »
Nights i lay crumbled in my bed
Trembling with dejection and fear
Sheets covered wholly by the tears i shed
Haunted by the ache and angst like a nightmare
Frowning with an unendurable agony
I pass the crowd with great stealth
Dragging my feet with melancholy
Would this rather jeopardize my health?
Tormented by my dire and distressing predicament
Faintly i contemplate as my enitre body deteriorates
Even though i show no signs of peculiar abasement
Reluctantly i succumb to an overdose of barbiturates
Imperceptibly and solitary i frequently whimper
And with my so-called friends i often clown
Hitherto all my social activities my state did hinder
But owing to my pride, i never let them see me frown
Frowning is a sign of weakness and despair
Coz i do see light at the end of the tunnel
A distant beam of luminosity, sunlight’s glare
An intense glow flowing through the aired panel
My life is filled with misery and woe
Yet at it with amazement i stare and stare
Sometimes i can’t endure it anymore
But who seems to care?
Posted in Life, Random observations, Religion/Politics, Uncategorized on February 1, 2006| 2 Comments »
A convoy of cars slowly strolls down the A12, leading to the A406, on its way to the Islamic Cemetery in Chingford. My friend, Nur, is to be buried today. How slowly and stealthily death stole on him. Yesterday here he was, lively and full of fun and laughter – playing football with us every Sunday evening, Today here is – me digging his grave! On the long stretch of road, my head is preoccupied not with the Funeral procession but with death itself. Never has the reality of death hit me so hard – yet seemingly so close. It made me contemplate my navel – how we are somewhat deluded and take things for granted. Have I fulfilled Allah’s covenant or have I neglected it? Have I, as Allah desired, lived my life accordingly or have I strayed? I started questioning myself. We go out shopping at, we drive down to rejuvenate and relax at the beach or to a holiday resort somewhere in Cyprus – all this we do quite confident that we would return to where we set out from, to our original destination – never really thinking of anything negative. How thoughtless and imprudent! It often does not even occur to mind that we would die and will be held accountable. We live as though death is something uncertain, as though we would die when we have passed a certain age and the realities and anxieties of old age seize you, that’s until – like a lightening striking close by – it strikes the person near you. This then leaves you a memory that lingers in the memory of every sane a person that he would be ending up just as!
I thought endlessly and reflected upon this throughout the journey to the graveyard. On reaching the graveyard, the dismal faces of the surrounding friends and family members further nurtured an entirely melancholy atmosphere. As he’s laid into the grave, I say my final prayers for him and I, asking Allah for forgiveness and everyone proceeds to collect their spades to bury the deceased! May Allah forgive him and make him the one of the inhabitants of His Eternal Paradise.
Amazing how death is just around the corner, watching your every move, surreptitiously taking every step that you take and finally when your card is called snatches the living soul out of you. Death knows no age!
Verily, Every Soul shall Taste death!
Posted in Uncategorized on January 30, 2006| 3 Comments »
After an exceedingly strenuous day at work, the only thing you expect is a hassle-free journey to your dwelling. One minute you’re lost in contemplation; your supper, a warm bath to unwind in and relieve those fatigued muscles and your quilt might seem the only things discernible to you; the next minute you are bracing yourself for the most unpleasant and hostile environment you’ve ever encountered. I even bought a newspaper, but the right to enjoy my hard copy has been snatched away from me the minute I boarded the 207 from Ealing.
Just as I boarded the bus and took out my paper to glance over the headlines of today, a mob of more than 20 youth packed the bus. They passed by me with stern lineaments, roaming to and fro the isle of the upper deck of the bus, displaying a deplorable disregard for civility and orderly behaviour – shouting, calling one another those disparaging words often used to downgrade the black people, loudly chanting obscene songs of gangster rappers, screaming words thick with vulgarity whilst frantically smashing the bus’s windows.
With their hoods fully covering their faces, pants falling unsightly to their knees, disrespectfully smoking unpleasant ‘something’ on a bus jam-packed with women, children and elderly alike, they looked menacing and behaved just like a bunch of savage hounds eagerly waiting to pounce on and devour their unsuspecting prey.
My God, though I – unable to decide whether to stay on the upper deck or cowardly alight and wait in the cold for the next bus to arrive 15 minutes later – have they taken leave of their senses? And why are all the passengers rather apathetic to all this? I braved the way with my first choice – to sit tight.
It is quite clear, from the facial expressions of majority of the commuters that they were, to a certain extent, oppressed by the vitiated environment. They were grimacing with revulsion and a severe sense of anxiety filled the upper deck. The yobs’ evident unfriendliness even to themselves and their insufferable behaviour made every person feel somewhat uncomfortable. Some descended to the lower deck of the bus to avoid getting either robbed, abused or both, and some passengers dismounted the bus extremely displeased as their pouts revealed.
The only cloud on the horizon that seemed to be looming nearer and nearer was the threat of these hoodlums. With such deplorable behaviour and outrageous levels of aggression towards each other combined with their wreckage and unusual idiocy, their moment of strike was now a question “when” instead of “if”.
Now I can hear them speaking in an incoherent and a rather distorted vernacular. One youth, as if the howls of laughter and shrieks of terror at the back were not enough to ruin the day for every peace-loving passenger, decided to complicate matters further. That dreaded moment stole on us – unawares. Abruptly he got to his feet and headed towards a young man sitting two rows in front of me. Another youth, tried to stop him, but to no avail. He took hold of the man by the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the window coercively. The poor man was stricken speechless with terror. “Your phone!” shouted a lanky youth of swarthy a complexion as he sprang upon him, causing passengers to turn around. A violent altercation ensued, incredible as it was wicked. The people on the bus remained agape and motionless at the depravity of these persons. What a Palaver! More passengers started dismounting from the upper deck feeling that their safety had been breached.
At this heightened point of disturbingly hostile state of affairs, their confederate – a rather corpulent chap, hurriedly jumped in, trying to subdue his friends. After much persuasion, he succeeded in dragging them away. They all retreated, huddling at the back bench. They had that phlegmatic approach which was quite difficult to fathom, while the rest of the crew sat impassively watching all this, as if a man bent on crime would have any sense of sentiment or remorse. What makes one so inconsiderate and callous, I wondered?
A moment of silence! The shouts and taunts became attenuated by the sirens of the police. The driver of bus, having become aware of the shouts and disturbance on the upper deck called the police. This was trepidation of disturbance on their part, whereas a sign of relief on ours – like a very pleasant melody it played on our ears.
“Oh Sh*t, The Po-Po’s” yelled one and they were all up and descending down the stairs in the twinkling of an eye, stumbling on one another in a lily-livered attempt to get off the bus.
What a respite from hostility! Breathing now felt a tad easier, I thought to myself, as I heaved a much-needed sigh of relief.
“You shouldn’t ‘ave none o’ that mate” Blustered a feeble old man sitting right at the front, after the unruly youths got off.
“These feckin’ Niggers need tae gang back tae whaur they cam frae” (these Fucking Niggers need to go back to where they came from) shouted another man in his strong Scottish accent. I am afraid I can somehow see where he’s coming from and on what his frustrations are based.
Fortunately, the police have succeeded in arresting most of the members of the group as soon as they tried to dismount the bus, but some fled away. What an ignominious end!
The truth in fact is I am ashamed to say, that these loutish, loud-mouthed and uncouth yobs were all Somalis. I, for once would have liked to remind them to keep a civil tongue in their heads, but the inevitable corollary of that, somewhat oblique statement would be violence – and that, certainly, would not have been to my advantage as I am out-numbered.
This raises the question – is this intense violence a result of that lamentable and brutal war or are we inherently stubborn? What make our youth behave in such shameful ways?
Posted in Uncategorized on December 13, 2005| 31 Comments »
As the reality of the Information age becomes more certain, people are beginning to understand the vast expanse of new media. They are starting to experiment new ways to interact with one another and interconnecting with different people across the globe. The massive technological explosion that is occurring, some say, is just a start of a brighter future for technology. For many of us though, the cyberspace is part of our daily routines – we check our electronic mail, communicate electronically with our tutors and other students, pay bills, make airline and hotel reservations, partake in various message board discussions, and even submit our coursework material (blackboard). The internet serves as a looking glass by which its users step through to meet others. Internet chat rooms, web surfing, forums and computer gaming have just become vital leisure activities shared by millions of people around the globe. The web brings together a universal community with diverse backgrounds and life experiences which they share and learn from one another – in other words a Virtual community! These people exchange and share information and even sometimes build permanent intimate relationships. But first let’s examine what an actual community is.
What is a Real Community?
Community means different things to different people. A community can be defined as “a group of people having common interests” such as the science community, the Farming community, the international business community, etc. Community can also be defined as “a group viewed as forming a distinct segment of the society” such as the Christian community, the European Community, the African-American Community, etc. community could also mean the locality in which such a group lives. There are two types of communities: Real or Offline Community and Virtual or Online community. A real (face-to-face) community is one which shares a common cultural or social heritage and can easily establish a social interaction and regular contact. Having also shared the same values, they can also be parts of many different communities simultaneously. There is also a strong sense of unity and fellowship in a community.
What is a Virtual Community?
A virtual community is one where global networks come into play. Different people from different parts of the world establish a virtual community in cyber space. Here they share their ideas, opinions, beliefs, political perspectives, interests, etc. Virtual communities are communities formed through computer-mediated communities (CMC). But how does a community evolve? A community is said to evolve over time and is represented by the various interaction patterns of different individuals, the population of the virtual community and the content [1]. There has been a growing interest in Virtual communities lately. The diversity of the online virtual communities is also extraordinary. People chat, exchange ideas and opinions, they argue and even fall in love in cyberspace. From this they develop a pattern of communication – the back-and-forth dialogue over a period of time that regular participants tend to use. The rapidity of response and continuous conversation in the written medium is important in the same way as it is important in face-to-face conversation. All this new means of communication is possible by the ubiquity of the internet and the World Wide Web. Now different groups of people can subscribe to virtual communities that tend to their needs and search for those particular people who espouse the same beliefs as theirs. Sometimes internet users subscribe to communities that are from the same country as theirs. For example, a Japanese person may want be a member of a Japanese virtual community, whereas a Somali may prefer a Somalian community that holds and shares the same political and social beliefs as his.
The social and cultural impact of new technologies is polarized into two extreme positions. On one hand people see the benefits of these new technologies and build hype about its unique advantages and special features. While on the other hand there are those who appear excessively hysterical about the terrible effects it may have on the society·
For many, disenchanted with the monotone of everyday life, the internet offers a respite from the pressure and a sense of comfort. The utopian vision emphasizes the exciting possibilities of a computing technology such as global connectivity, democratization, and the opening of the frontier of human experience and relationship which were impossible before.
The dystopian vision usually deals with people’s enslavement to the digital technology and their growing dependency on it. Dystopian vision also concerns itself with the unstoppable growth of technology which may bring with it information overload and a breakdown of social structures and values [2]. Screen based technologies and virtual communications may also encourage a withdrawal from physical social interaction.
Identity in a Virtual Community:
The most appealing thing about the internet is the anonymity it provides – it makes it easy to present oneself as another person. Internet users can present and express themselves physically in an online community wit the use of pictures famous people, their role models or avatars that they chose to represent them. Emotions can now be expressed with “emoticons” – such as a smiley face to show happiness and frowning emoticon to express melancholy. But these avatars are mostly contrived and cannot be said to represent the “actual” person. Where a person’s name and physical attributes are often proverbial in an offline community, this aspect becomes hard to discern. A man may use a woman’s name as his “nick” (nickname) and vice versa. By this gender-swapping, he may also adopt an avatar of a woman to complement his nick.
We are now more eager to believe that the internet will provide an effective substitute for face-to-face interaction. But the move towards virtuality tends to skew our experience of the real in several ways. Technological optimists think that computers will reverse some of the social structures, touting virtual experience and virtual community as ways for people to widen their horizons. But it is not sensible to suggest that the way to stimulate and regenerate a community is to sit alone in our rooms, typing at our networked computers and surrounding ourselves with virtual friends [3].
“In the real-time communities of cyberspace, we are dwellers on the threshold between the real and virtual, unsure of our footing, inventing ourselves as we go along” (sherry)
Online Community vs. Offline Community:
Conclusion:
Nothing can rival the sense of worth and belonging in a real community. You feel loved, wanted and your opinions and ideas are reinforced by your group and peers. But as global networking gains momentum, possibilities of an entirely virtual world are more than certain. I strongly believe that by combining the benefits of both online and offline communities we can achieve a unique sense of social interaction without losing any social cultures and values. This benefit of both communities as well as the advantages of the inevitable technological advancement can be achieved by:
We are no much different in cyberspace, than our usual self. We are merely utilizing our mental state rather than being physically present at the geographical location of the people on the other side of the screen. And since there is no physical presence, we tend to be disembodied and by use of the brain visualize ourselves doing different things or travelling in different places. So, yes, the experience of a virtual community is in many ways different from that in real life. The communication methods such as face-to-face, physical presence and they dynamic body language of a person might not be available in the virtual world, but it sure has made various new ways of communication possible.
1- , Yiwen Zhang, University of Arizona and Mohan Tanniru, The University of Arizona “An Agent-Based Approach to Study Virtual Learning Communities” Proceedings of the 38th Annual Hawaii International Conference on System Sciences (HICSS’05) – Track 1 p. 11c See http://csdl2.computer.org/comp/proceedings/hicss/2005/2268/01/22680011c.pdf
2- Crispin Thurlow, Laura Lengel and Alice Tomic, Computer Mediated Communication; Social interaction and the Internet, 2004 pg 39
3- Sherry Turkle, Life on the Screen; identity in the age of the internet
4- Community Networks: Where Offline Communities Meet Online, Journal of Computer-Mediated Communication http://jcmc.indiana.edu/vol10/issue4/kavanaugh.html
5- Community Networks: Where Offline Communities Meet Online, Journal of Computer-Mediated Communication http://jcmc.indiana.edu/vol10/issue4/kavanaugh.html
Posted in Uncategorized on December 7, 2005| Leave a Comment »
Introduction:
The nature of communication has changed quite significantly over the years. The internet has now becomes the means of gathering and disseminating of news. Digital technology has profoundly affected the way journalists carry out their daily jobs; it has changed how they accumulate and report news. The traditional media has been enormously augmented by the Internet and its ease of access. In this article I will be discussing the different ways by which traditional forms of journalism are gradually being dissipated and how the transition towards the digital world is crippling those vital resources…Read entire article
Posted in Random observations, Uncategorized on November 23, 2005| Leave a Comment »
My first post! My First Blog! “My first time”
Finally! What a relief! Computer geeks would have probably done this within two minutes, but it took me exactly 1 hour, 4 minutes and 33 seconds to create this simple blog. It proved nerve-racking despite the fact that all i had to do was choose and the computer would do it for you.
Choosing the template took most of my time. Eventually when i thought that the few given templates were rather unsightly, i glanced at a reading on the top right corner which says “You can chage your template at a later stage” I mean i spent nearly an hour trying to figure out which one to use as i thought these things were about to become a permanent feature of what would be considered my “home” for the coming months, or maybe years! Oh Well!
Anyways, greetings! Its about time i started thinking about about what to put onto these pages then!
Adios!
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