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Para, Snapshots - 'Happy Birthday(Part2)' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

The following is a paragraph from a book I am working on, which is about certain events which occurred during the course of my life, and I’d like to make it very clear from the very beginning that, this is not a tragedy based melodrama. Where the boy doesn’t get the girl, spends his time in isolation and all that crap!

This book is an outlook into the lessons of life, who is the best teacher that one can ask for. Teachers can teach us how to progress towards life, but it is only life that teaches us, how to live. Life teaches us many lessons, some are temporary and some aren't. During our stay on this earth and the course of our stay. There are many positive as well as negative outcomes. It depends upon us, what we choose, whether we want to live with the positive or remain with the negative. Our choices decide the course of our life, even luck has a favorable consequence in it.

Happy Birthday!

(Part2)

By Jay Krishna

/*Please see part 1 for preface and start of story.*/

Summer of May 2013.

Mom: "How can you be so careless?"

Me: (blabbering) "I don’t know!"

I asked, if she had one? She did, but it was blue. You had to use a black pen to write in the form. And I thought, what a stupid rule. What the hell is the difference between a black and a blue pen? It was not like I was going to make a fine work of art or write a thesis. This made me angry, but rules are rules, and must be followed. My mom told me to go and ask someone. I noticed a guy at some ten step distance from my seat. He was wearing a blue denim, on top of which he wore a yellow tee and white shoes, quite an unusual combo. His physical appearance was quite simple, which created an impression for me that he maybe approachable. I walked up to him. And yes it was my friend Gunjan, the first mate I talked to when I was in college.

Me: "Excuse me!"

Gunjan: "Yes?"

Me: "May I Borrow your pen, the document says that you need a black one and I only seem to have blue?"

Gunjan: "Sorry, but I don’t have one".

Me: "Please, I will return it soon".

Gunjan: "But, I don’t have one."

Me: "Well… It’s ok then."

Approachable my ass! What a miser, couldn’t even lend me a pen. Earlier I saw him writing on a piece of paper with something, and I was sure that it was a pen. I was not in a habit of spelling out foul words for nothing, but sometimes, when my temper reaches a favourable pitch, I lose control, and blabber more than I should. But I try to control myself as much as I can and avoid such situations. Anyways it was not much of a big deal. So I walked back to my seat and told mom, that he didn’t have a one. My mom went out and got one for me.

During that time, my dad was posted in Silchar, so it was just mom and me. I had a younger brother, but he had school, so he couldn’t join us.

While I lay sit, the names of the students started being called, who got selected into the institution. The lady called out the name, but I didn’t hear it, or maybe I wasn’t paying much attention. I think the second option is most likely, as when my name was called, I knew it the very instant. Meanwhile as I was saying, she announced the name on the microphone and a huge guy walked up to her, with someone along with him, I guess it was his father. For a while I thought, he must be a very smart guy, to get his name called, at the very beginning, but later on I got to know him better in class, he was just the same, cracking dirty jokes and bolstering about himself, and here I introduce my second best friend Kunal, who was always by my side in all of my wild ideas. I stayed there, waiting and then suddenly…

Mom: "Jay come and help us".

Me: "Coming!"

Hey! Wait a sec, it seems I drifted far off topic. Well I will tell about what happened next and my conversation with Gunjan. But first I got to go help mom and the others.

Me: "Mom, you called? "

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Para, Snapshots - 'Happy Birthday(Part1)' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

Happy Birthday!

(Part1)

By Jay Krishna

Summer of May 2012.

It was my time of the year, Mom and Dad had promised,to get me a new PC for my 17^th Birthday. It was late afternoon, all of us went to the store and got myself an ASUS with all the high end specs, actually I had surveyed the net for more than a month before arriving at this decision.

Mom: Make a wish and blow out the candles.

Everyone started singing (in chorus): ‘Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to dear Jay, Happy Birthday to you!’

I was very much happy.

The party was a total blast. Afterwards, I logged into my Facebook account and started going through my notifications, I had around 10 to 20 notifications in my drawer, from which about one-third were birthday wishes and the rest were what everyone else was doing, who was commenting on who's post, who poked who, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... I gave a message of thanks to all. It took me less than a minute. I didn’t like to mingle much, for which I made only a limited number of friends. But the ones that I made, I made sure, they stayed with me for a long time. You can say I was kind of selfish. While browsing the wall, a message popped up on my screen, it was my friend Gunjan's. By hearing the name, one might think that, it’s a girl, but actually he was my college buddy, he had written an X behind his name to make it look cool. We used to make fun of him by saying that only dead people write X with their name, but he was very cool and didn’t mind much. I still remember the day I first met him.

The weather was cloudy and I believe it was raining a little, I had come by car, to the college, where I applied for my further studies, for my 10+2 that is. I got down, asked for directions, for where I was supposed to go, and entered the auditorium, and the first thought that came to my mind was OMG!What a CROWD!!, I had never experienced anything like it before, I remember getting admission in school but this was totally different. The last time I had entered, there was hardly anyone there, but look at it now. I went inside and got two seats, one for my mom and the other for me. While I was seated, I started noticing everyone around. I felt kind of suffocated, but didn’t let it bother me. As I was waiting for my name to be called. Mom started interrogating me.

Mom: "Have you brought everything".

Me: "Yes, Mom I brought everything".

Mon: "Are you sure?"

Me: "Yes! Mom I am damn sure".

Mom: "Check again".

Me: "Ok!"

Mom was more nervous than me, I guess all parents are. She might be looking fine outside, but I know how tensed she was.

Mom knew how forgetful I am. And every time, that I used to leave the house, I used to forget something or the other. I remembered an incident which occurred a few years back. Mom got me a yellow shirt as a gift for Bihu, the local New Year festival, and I didn’t like it due to some reason, which I can’t recall, I used to like whatever she got me, but this time I didn’t. She told me to go and exchange it for what I like, so I went to the shop, and on my way, mom called.

Mom: "Jay, where are you?"

Me: "Yeah I am on my way".

Mom: "Have you forgotten something?"

Me: "Ah, no, I don’t think so".

Mom: "Jay… (A silent pause and) Your shirt is with me!"

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'Why We Write' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment | Must Read

Why We Write ?

By Jay Krishna

PREFACE: Before you start reading the article, I would just like to say "Thank You", to all those who have helped me in publishing this article. This article is just an effort towards making the readers discover the benefits and means of writing, as I perceived it myself. Why we write, and for whom. Here I have given all that I could, that had flashed in my mind as an answer to this question, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy reading it.

What We Write is a way of reflection of Who We Are. Writing is an art, a medium of communication, maybe in some cases, the most important one. It can be preserved, replenished and renewed, over time. What can't be expressed in voice, can be, with the magic of words. Making one's mark in history, for millenniums to share. It is more or less like showing your heart through the medium of your soul. It's not just pen and paper, it's divine, magical gift. Whatever scribbles of text you see, in whichever language it maybe. Has a tale, a story or two. Showing what the other, has in his heart to you. According to historians, the earliest form of writing can be dated back to around 3000 BC, when Sumerians in ancient Mesopotamia(modern day Iraq) wrote on tablets made of clay. This writing system is known as cuneiform. Can I say that most of the time, the world is at peace because of the writings that we share, may it be, the constitution of India or the smalls lines of courage(for say "Jai Hind"). Statements, poems, articles, and more.. Whatever we write has some background to it, linked with numerous conditions and circumstances. May it be a line, a paragraph, a page or a thesis. Whenever we write something, on anything. It is written with some purpose in hand. The contents of what is written is accompanied by the state of the mind, the environment that surrounds us, the feelings and emotions we are undergo at that moment, and the topic of choice, we are willing to speak about.

According to a statistical report, released by the United Nations International Telecommunications Union(ITU). More than 200,000 text messages are sent every second, accumulating to 1.6 trillion a year. Someone pinch me, that is a lot of words. There are over 110 million blogs in this world, written in more than 50 different languages. With this we come to know, that our whole life, we are surrounded by words, whether it be the present, the past or the coming future. The words we talk about maybe of different forms, they maybe words of love, wisdom, hate or just plain words without any actual meaning, but only words in the end.

Seriously though, why are all of us writing ? Why do we do it. It’s not like we’re making any money at it or growing fame overnight. Then why is it that, we still continue to do it ? After critically analyzing, and removing some of the long runs, I have come to the conclusion, that we write for the following reasons :

We write to be free, to be fully alive.: Sir Ken Robinson, a renowned writer, speaker and educationalist says :"The arts especially address, the idea of aesthetic experience. An aesthetic experience is one in which your senses are operating at their peak; when you’re present in the current moment; when you’re resonating with the excitement of this thing that you’re experiencing; when you are fully alive".

We write to be fully alive. Writing draws us into the moment. We see the blades of grass, hear the miniscule chirp of the morning cricket, watch the shade travel from one edge of the yard to the other, seemingly for the first time. We are free, from any sort of barricades. We can reach our full potential and let our minds run riot. Writing helps us make art out of every day ordinary living moments.

We write to make a name for ourselves.: Eric Arthur Blair, known by his pen name George Orwell, an English novelist, essayist, journalist and critic, once said :"one motivation to write is sheer egoism, that we write out of the “desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood etc".

That’s part of it, but I think the motivation goes much deeper than being well-liked in the present moment. If you’re being honest, you would agree that it would be nice to live forever. But if you can’t live forever physically, then why can’t your memories live forever? We still talk about William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Thomas Hardy, and George Elliott long after their deaths. Why not you? It is this craving for remembrance that drives us.

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'Life Is What You Make Of It' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment | Christmas Special

Life is What You Make of it.

By Jay Krishna

A Journey of mind and soul alike,

Walking in a path, undetermined.

Moving, going, racing ahead,

Not every end, has a meaning as said.

Bound by hope and not by hate,

Want of love, not ever too late.

Not happiness or grief but eternal peace;

Tears of happiness, trickles of joy.

Vanish amidst, in endless void.

Disappear the youth, disappear the sorrow,

Melt away, in endless morrow.

At last the body will lay and stay

Silent, remorse, burdened grey.

But beyond the grief, and beyond the pain,

We learn that life, a gift, venerate.

Life is what you make of it.

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'Then And Now' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

Then and Now

By Jay Krishna

Time waits for no one, nor can one change time according to their will, what has already happened, cannot be changed. But with time many thing changes, and it is this change that makes us who we are. But too much change can also be a worry, as too much change can turn us into something, we aren't. I remember a time when I used to take notes from my classmates, by borrowing their notebooks or takes copies of the notes that I missed via Xerox. But that time has passed, now I don't need to take anyone's notebook, or make any copies of the notes that I missed. I just take snaps of them on my Smartphone, and study them later on my tab. When there's no electricity, it doesn't stop me, instead of lighting a candle, I just increase the brightness of the screen, without moving an inch. I don't know if it's right or wrong, to be like this. But with time, many things have changed. Earlier I used to take the school bus to school or go in the city bus with my friends to college. Share, laugh, talk with them, have a look around. Now I just take my scooter instead, like sitting in a boat, with 2 rows to row my way through. When I think about it, It feels rather strange. Most of the time, I'm either at the library or chatting with my friends through Facebook, instead of spending time with them, even if their around, a few walks away. Earlier if I had any doubts in class, I used to ask. But now, I don't have the need or don't need too, as all my questions are answered, via ask.com, or with the help of some other .com. I do miss the time, when I used to play with my friends, share my ideas, thoughts, not through sms, mms, or voicemail, but in person, not Facebook, but face to face. Share a handshake, get a hug, put our hands around each other's shoulders, not with the help of 3G, but in reality, like it should be. With the advancement in technology, life has become easier, but it has also reduced the emotional bond that people once used to share, emotions have become materialistic or mechanical. I may in a sense be called old fashioned by some, but it's better to be this way, then be lost in this black hole of greed and insensitivity, where one cares for no-one, but one's self, with the capability of doing multiple things at once, which often leaves people puzzled, perplexed and still. The joy of watching the sunset has been forgotten, by the big screens on the table. I just want to say, is this really, how life is lived. The last one year or so went by so fast, that at the blink of an eye, I was in 12th, and I remember very few moments of togetherness, which made me regret later. But the past is past, and it can never be changed, nor will it come back. But now I look forward to make my present memorable, by spending time with my friends, family and teachers as much as possible, so that I too may have memories to live for. My request to the readers, is to take the time and try to enjoy life's subtler values, how it's meant to be enjoyed. Live life not like machines, but like humans. Reach out to others not by an sms or call, but just a visit, that's all. It is these small moments of fun and laughter, that bring true feeling of joy, in one. Mind searches materialistic things, but it's the heart that craves for emotional feelings.

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'Pyaar Ka Punch' a short film by Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

Hi Everyone! We here at Digital Infotainment, are happy to share with you all, a snippet of our upcoming short film "Pyaar Ka Punch" releasing in January 2017. We have worked hard on this project and would like your love and support. Please Like, Share and Subscribe to our channel https://www.youtube.com/digitalinfotainment to have look at the making of film. Cheers :)

With Best Wish'es,

The Digital Infotainment Team.

'The Dearly Departed' a Metaphorical Tale by Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

The Dearly Departed.

By Jay Krishna.

The time was 12:45. The announcement on the speaker "The last train heading towards Pune. "The Kolkata-Pune express is leaving from platform number 7 in a few minutes". Radhika rushes towards the platform, She held a travellers bag and her breath was puffing, she was shouting "Wait ! Wait for me...Please". But despite her efforts. The moment she'd reached the platform, the train had already left. She stooped down in dismay, having no other option, she went to the enquiry to ask about the next train. The staff replied that the next train will arrive only at 3 a.m. Hearing this she sighed. She walked back to the platform and sat down on a bench and began patting her face with her dupatta (scarf). She took out her phone and called her mother. "Maa, I missed the train, but don't worry I have booked a ticket for the next one and will be on my way soon, by the way my phone's low on charge so don't worry, I will call you once I've boarded". Saying this she switched off her phone and kept it in her bag. As she lay sit, one by one people started to leave the station. The T.T was doing his timely stroll and found her sitting on the bench. He asked her if she would like to wait in the office, but she declined the offer saying she would be fine. After some time there was no-one to be seen. A few beggars were playing cards on the other side of the track. she looked at them and noticed one of them staring at her. She covered herself with a shawl and shifted her view. Her throat became dry she looked around but found all the shops to be closed. She was praying that the night goes out smoothly, when someone patted her back. She was startled and looked around to find her friend Vikrant standing behind her. He gave her a grinned smile and handed her a bottle of water. She took the bottle and asked what he was doing here? To which Vikrant replied "I wanted to see you, but if you're not happy, I will leave". He turned around and was about to leave when Radhika said "Why are you leaving, did I say I was unhappy, you're so short tempered Vikrant". She held his hand and made him sit beside her. She opened the bottle and started drinking the water, Vikrant looked at her and then started to stare at the floor. After quenching her thirst Radhika put down the bottle and asked what he was doing here at this late our hour of the night. Vikrant didn't utter a word. Radhika didn't pay much heed and said it was fine if he didn't want to tell. Vikrant looked at her and said "Radhika what do you think about me?", Radhika didn't understand what he was trying to say by this and asked what he meant. Vikrant said "Radhika, there was something I wanted to say to you for a very long time but didn't know how", taking a few seconds of silence he said "I Love You Radhika", hearing this Radhika was dumb struck, she couldn't believe her ears. It was as if she was on cloud 9. There was no-one there but them. It was the moment Radhika was waiting for so long. Without a seconds hesitation Radhika hugged him. Vikrant also embraced her. Both of them kept holding each other the next few minutes. Vikrant lifted her face, their eyes met and they kissed. During the remainder of the night, they talked about the days they spent in college, about their college friends and the fun times they shared. Radhika held his hand and found it to be really cold, she covered him with her shawl. She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt peace. Just then the train whistled at a distance. The train had arrived on time, she told Vikrant that she is going to check her ticket for confirmation and asked him to wait. She went to the railway office and met the T.T sitting in his chair. She handed him the ticket, the T.T said "It must have been really boring to sit there alone, all this while", Radhika replied "It was nothing like that, my friend was accompanying me all this time". The T.T said, "It's good to hear that you had company, but you better board the train soon , it's going to leave in 5 minutes.", Saying this the T.T. When she returned back, Vikrant was not there, she looked around but couldn't find him anywhere. The train whistled and the engine began to roll. She boarded the train and began to look in the compartment, but it was no use, Vikrant was nowhere to be seen. She took her seat. She kept looking outside. After a while the train left the station and the background was surrounded by greenery. Radhika was sad, as well as puzzled as to why he had left all of sudden, and that too even without saying "Good Bye". She took out her phone from her bag, switched it on and called her mother.

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Classic Poem - 'Moving By' by Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

Moving By.

By Jay Krishna

Looking through the window, to gaze at the starry night.

Twinkling dew drops, natures bestowal elite.

A great big blanket, covering the endless sky,

That can bring smile on one's face, overnight.

The trees, the meadows, the whispering breeze.

The slow moving clouds, covering the moon, what a bliss.

The bright moon light, lighting the road,

Side by side, covering rows of greenwood.

The whistling cricket, making it's chirping noise,

Rather different, but really fine.

The standstill owl, with its big round eyes,

Looking left and right, at the one's passing by.

The white mist covering the forest floor,

Quite uncanny; really divine.

The coo of the nightingale, from all its heart,

Brings the magic of nature, even more apart.

Moving with nature, by my side,

casting it's shadow, with a blissful eye.

A gift that can't be measured in rain,

But only be felt, and experienced in gay.

The beauty of nature, not bound by any bar

Is outpouring tonight, in limitless part.

Though this night may have its end,

Yet there are many nights to come.

For a thing of beauty, is a joy forever.

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How to get your Youtube account BANNED!! | Digital Infotainment

Hey Guys, Jay here and Welcome to Digital Infotainment!! Today we are going to discuss about a matter which all of us are worth knowing especially for those of are working for YouTube, that is how you might get your YouTube account BANNED. For those who don't know what YouTube is. YouTube is an online video sharing website started in the year 2005. Since the time of launch and till date, it is one of the most popular video sharing platform available in the market. You will find loads of content ranging from how to do videos, funny pranks, tutorials and lots more.

*So following are the key ways by which you can get your YouTube account BANNED.

1) By uploading objectionable content: As YouTube is under public domain. It is accessed by a wide range of users ranging from small kids to adults and elderly people. Any objectionable content which seems to cause discomfort or is considered not proper for a certain group of audience, can cause your video to be flagged(detained), and a strike in your account or even permanent closure of your service from YouTube.

2) Sub for Sub (also known as you follow me I follow you): According to YouTube's terms of service, you cannot follow a scheme in which you ask other YouTubers to subscribe to you channel in return for your own subscriptions to theirs. This is to ensure the quality of content creators on YouTube and to please YouTube's valued advertisers, who want the best channels for their product to be marketed on.

3) By using bots or auto click software: YouTube had a strict policy on the use of bots and others click generation software to increase views on your YouTube videos. On finding out, YouTube bans such users from using their service.

4) Use of Cuss words or Slang: This is apparently a new rule put in YouTube's term of service. The use of any form of slang or cuss words especially on videos from which you are earning revenue. will cause your video to be flagged and a guideline strike to appear on your account.

So guys this is a brief overview of how you can get your YouTube account banned. I hope you like the post, and if you did so then please hit the LIKE button, it will really encourage me in making more such posts. If you want me to make a detailed statement on this matter, then comment below and let me know :).

Here is a link to YouTube's terms of service : https://www.youtube.com/static?template=terms

With Best Wishe's

The Digital Infotainment Team.

C# Program - To implement multiple inheritance using interface | Digital Infotainment

using System;
using System.Collections.Generic;
using System.Linq;
using System.Text;
using System.Threading.Tasks;

namespace ConsoleApplication1
{
class Program
{
public class circle
{
public double r;
public void getdata()
{
Console.Write("Enter radius");
r = double.Parse(Console.ReadLine());
}
}
interface area
{
void circarea();
}
public class main : circle, area
{
public double pie = 3.14;
public double area1;
public void circarea()
{
area1 = pie * r * r;
}
public void showdata()
{
Console.Write("The area of the circle is:" + area1);
}
}
static void Main(string [] args){
main m = new main();
m.getdata();
m.circarea();
m.showdata();
Console.ReadKey();
}
}
}