Name: Margarita Angel
Location: Cali, Colombia
Link: http://www.spraygraphic.com/margaritaangel / http://www.myspace.com/ministeriodelaire

Title: Blue screen of Death
Description:
An error of the system? A bug inside? when did it start? it’s the actual government or it comes from the past?
it is a matter of memory, blank memory, it seems that we don’t really want see or hear.
A little echo just pass almost imperceptible and still reminds
the country has more than 50 years of war, a fight of sides where the people seems not to care, people that hold an economy of war, hopping some day more investments for study, social security, and health. They believe that the new upcoming politician will accomplished his promises.
Now our neighbour has freeze all diplomatic relations, no commerce between the two countries.
capitalism, socialism or communism? whatever they are, their real interests are themselves, not the people.

baby i want to catch your

…………travel bug, so
……..kiss me one more time

………………………before you go.

War ich noch so begeistert davon ein Projekt gefunden zu haben, das Exif- und IPTC-Daten in Photos lesen und schreiben kann (siehe hier), habe ich beim Experimentieren auch gleich einen (schon bekannten) Bug gefunden: “Fetching GPS Latitude Ref gets Interoperability Index instead of Reference“

Das heißt, ich kann aus meinen Bildern (die ich mit locr mit Geotags versehe) die Position nicht extrahieren – sehr schade. Immerhin ist der Bug bekannt und nun um ein Vote reicher. Vielleicht wird der Bug ja bald behoben. Je nachdem wie dringend ich die Funktionalität bald brauche, sehe ich mich doch schon fast bald dieselben Tests mit Imagero durchführen.

water color 8 in x 12 in

I enjoy the bright colors and continuous lines of this work. It’s hard to tell where one object ends and another begins. I am also amused by the idea of a bug using a delicate flower as protection from prey.

Last week I had to move out of our house while two rooms were plastered. To stay would have meant being shut in one room with my partner (who would be trying to work from home and deal with the workmen) and the dog from 8am all day for at least three days. That would mean no bed (the sofa is not actually comfy to lie on for any length of time) and i cannot last a day without lying down, usually twice with at least an hour’s proper sleep… and that is when i have not woken up til about 10am, never mind before 8. Add to that the mess, noise and dust and you can imagine how relaxed that would be. It was not going to work. So i abandoned ship which helped my partner who then had one less thing to worry about/deal with.

A good friend of mine agreed to take me in and i went to stay with her. I took a big batch of veggie stew and microwave rice, microwave porridge, various snack foods etc so that i would not have to depend on her (she would be out at work all day and then busy with her baby anyway, so did not need to be looking after me too). I ended up staying from Sunday evening until Thursday afternoon and i really enjoyed the change of scenery.

I was mostly on my own and apart from the Monday just used my energy and time resting, having baths (daily due to itching issues, that will be another blog post, (maybe) coming soon!), making food etc. It was nice not to be at home where there are always more things to do. I felt more relaxed i think as I could not get caught up in little household chores or other stuff that tends to creep into a day at home. I was barely on the computer (i did not take mine) and watched no TV (there wasn’t one). It was nice and quiet.

The Monday I actually went into town and to THREE shops (and a cafe for a rest mid-way). Yes, what was i thinking? I rested in bed before and after the trip and expected it to be a bit traumatic, but actually it was a pretty good experience. It was something i had been really wanting to do for months but not feeling able. I really could have done with someone to help me carry my purchases as my arms/neck/shoulders get very tired carrying the smallest thing for any time and it was a struggle at times, but as i was very careful in the days before and afterwards i did not suffer too much for my exertion, just extra aches and pains really. I sat down when i could and asked for help as much as possible in the shops and people were very helpful. The great thing was actually being able to go and buy some undies for myself. There are a lot of things that are ok to have someone else buy for you, or to buy online, but clothes are tricky. I really wanted to go and choose my own vest tops and knickers, especially as my skin is so sensitive and itchy i wanted to feel them and see how scratchy/bulky the seams were, and so on.

I also bought a pair of jeans! They are not a perfect fit so i will need a belt with them (my hip to waist ratio is a little ridiculous so this is expected) but i am so pleased to have found some as who knows when i will next be able to go clothes shopping and my existing ones seem to be getting a bit thin in places (you only really need one pair of jeans when you live in PJs, but it is so distressing when your jeans rip and you have no replacement at the ready).

I really think it is about my third visit to a clothes shop this year, i cannot actually remember the last time so it may be even less. It has certainly been a while and it was nice to be out and about, “gal about town”, watching and seeing how life goes on usually without me seeing it. A lot had changed in the two streets i always go to and my memory of where things were was a bit wrong! I still feel like a visitor in this city after 8 or more years of living here. The last time i made it into town was the August Bank Holiday when i went to the art gallery, which was a great day and i am still remembering it fondly!

My friend lives nearer town than i do so it was really easy to get in and out and also she lives near some local shops so i went out briefly for some fresh air on other days and sat on a bench, went to a cafe and a shop as well and it was so much less effort to have it all right on the doorstep. It made me think about what things might be important in choosing where to live if we move house. It is interesting to try out other people’s houses!

Unfortunately on the Thursday afternoon once i got home i felt surprisingly ill and thought maybe i had overdone it more than i thought, so i spent the afternoon in bed. I got up for the evening but kept having bad dizzy spells even when just sitting quietly which is rare now that i am on medication for my POTS. I felt pretty bad but thought it was just the usual payback. I went to bed and slept a bit before waking up and feeling queasy. At 2.30am i started to be sick and this continued until there was nothing left in me at about 5am. There were breaks in between bouts but i felt so bad that i could barely move or lie down as i felt as if i could be imminently sick at all times. It was not a fun night. I eventually got a couple of hours sleep at about 8am but barely ate on friday (even drinking water was hard) and still had little appetite all weekend, though i gradually built up the amounts i ate and no longer felt that i would be sick.

During that night i was obviously up and down to the bathroom and think i was having POTS symptoms as well. My heart was beating very fast and my arms and legs kept getting pins and needles. The next day i did not take my POTS medication until i had eaten something. I really did not want to put anything in my stomach in case it triggered more sickness. So on top of the weakness and dizziness of being so ill i also had POTS symptoms, all in all it was BAD. I should have taken my blood pressure just to see how bad it was, but was too ill to think about that until later!

So that’s what you get for going out into the world… exposure to viruses! I kind of expected it, i just hope it does not knock me back for too long. From experience this year these things seem to really take their toll long-term. I hope to have some energy by Christmas, if only to digest some seasonal foods! At least i have lost a few pounds through all this, so i don’t have to worry about eating myself out of my new jeans

It is now Tuesday and i do feel much more back to my “normal”, if not very lively. I am still a bit achy (being sick uses a lot more muscles than you would think!) but pleased it only lasted as long as it did. After being away from home, then out of action i do feel i have various things to catch up on, not least the blogging i put off last week to save energy for my trip away from home! Ahh well, hardly that important… you may get some old news at some point!

The puppies went to the vet today.  They had their tails docked and dew claws removed.  They are really tired this afternoon.  I will get pics this week.

Hmm, this one is strange and the worst thing is: you do not find much about it in the internets. When I try to C-x C-f <notExistingFile> (equals (find-file "notExistingFile")), emacs returns an error message in the minibuffer: no match. I do not remember to upgrade emacs and the last time I experimented with the configuration must be somewhere in the more distant past.

What did I do? After M-x customize-group find-file, I found Confirm Nonexistant File Or Buffer. Setting the value of this variable to "Never" solves the problem for me. But I think, the actual problem is about complementation. The meaning of the mentioned variable is, what shall be done after emacs tried to complete a file name that does not exist. I guess, I messed up something different about complementation.

Beside that, a look into the customisation of file-file, seems to be interesting. For example, there is Directory Abbrev Alist, which let’s you choose abbreviations resp. shortcuts for your find-file commands.

An independent school in Cheltenham which closed after an outbreak of a "flu-like" bug has re-opened…. From BBC News. Full story

This site may contain information about: education job. The blog is also related to: education department.

Sau khi chuyển sang dùng VS2008 SP1, tôi gặp một lỗi ngớ ngẩn và rất khó chịu, nó làm giảm hiệu suất làm việc rất nhiều.

– “Step into” (khi bạn nhấn F11) hay “Step over” (khi bạn nhấn F10) không dừng lại ở các breakpoints.
– Đôi khi nhấn F10 và F11 thì VS2008 cư xử như ấn F5. —-> bạn sẽ không debug được

Đó là một lỗi của M$, mời xem tại đây: http://connect.microsoft.com/VisualStudio/feedback/ViewFeedback.aspx?FeedbackID=365666 và https://connect.microsoft.com/VisualStudio/feedback/ViewFeedback.aspx?FeedbackID=368650

Cài Hotfix sẽ chữa được lỗi này:

http://code.msdn.microsoft.com/KB957912/Release/ProjectReleases.aspx?ReleaseId=1796 (15.5MB)

Hy vọng giúp được các bạn.

Bổ sung:

Nếu bạn chạy windows 64bit (Vista 64, Windows 7 64 …) thì khi cài đặt có thể bị lỗi. Nguyên nhân thì chưa xác định rõ ràng (tôi đoán là do trên các bản win này, VS được cài ở Program Files (x86), chứa ký tự đặc biệt nên bản cài cho hotfix bị lỗi (xong trong log thì thấy) khi detect đường dẫn)

http://codepoet5150.com/2008/09/12/visual-studio-2008-sp1-setup-failure-on-64-bit-vista-solved/

Giải pháp: bạn disable ổ CD/DVD đi thì sẽ giải quyết được vấn đề

- bỏ các ổ ảo, virtual drive nếu có
- bỏ ổ CD thật (chuột phải vào My Computer, Manage, Disk Management, disconnect ổ CD hoặc remove driver letter/path đi)

Anyone who knows me knows that Mandy Moore gets me going in all the right places. That said, whenever I mention my.. well let’s call it “adoration” of her people still to this day groan about her pop music past. Okay. I get it. She recorded “Candy” blah blah blahdy blah blah I DON’T CARE. (Actually I do care, I think “Candy” is one of the greatest pop songs like ever.) Here’s the deal with Mandy, she’s actually a pretty talented and incredible artist. Hell, even her still-pop-music third album “Mandy Moore” is pretty great in its own right. But it really wasn’t until “Coverage” that she really started showing everyone who she was and who she wanted to be as a recording artist. “Wild Hope” took that one step further, with Moore experimenting with a more indie-folk sound and now with “Amanda Leigh” she has cemented herself as this folk persona (with bits of country bluegrass thrown in for good measure). Where “Wild Hope” had a lot more upbeat, pop centric songs, “Amanda Leigh” is a lot more melodic and light, channeling music from the late sixties and early seventies. It actually is very reminiscent of Diane Birch’s “Bible Belt” which also came out this year. From the opening, almost music-box like chords of “Merrimack River,” you can tell that this CD is going to be unique. Working with Mike Viola, Mandy has managed to really create this great modern, yet rooted entirely in the past, folk pop album. Standout tracks would have to include “Fern Dell”  which has this epic guitar track pulsing through the entire song and houses probably some of the most mature and almost creepy lyrics to come out of Moore.

Here he comes along
Fresh in from the kill
Blood on the sheet
Lined up on my windowsill

Other key tracks on the album would be “Everblue” which is this incredibly tragic down-tempo piece about a missed opportunity; incredibly dark, powerful, and moving. One of my personal favorite songs on the album “Song About Home” probably gets the closest to channeling the 1970s vibe I previously mentioned through its use of an airy flute solo coupled with Moore’s breathy vocals. Lastly, “Bug” is a perfect closer for the album. It’s the clear metaphor of song used as means of communication; in this case to a lover. The lyrics in this piece are incredibly simple, but the way they are presented via Moore just comes across as cute and endearing; a perfect album closer. And honestly, the album as a whole is fantastic. If you haven’t listened to “Amanda Leigh” in its entirety, and haven’t given Mandy a chance to redeem herself from her pop past, then I really recommend you do. I know I said I wasn’t going to be ranking these release, but this is clearly my favorite album of 2009.

Download: Merrimack River | Fern Dell | Song About Home | Everblue | Bug

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rangkaian listrik

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Zapping bug dengan perangkat listrik stasioner telah menjadi langkah-langkah pengendalian hama populer selama beberapa dekade. Jika bug zappers pasif tidak cukup untuk Anda Anda mungkin ingin memilih rangkaian listrik bug aktif berburu dengan salah satu kejutan listrik baru Alat Penghemat Listrik raket. Mereka terjangkau dan dapat benar-benar menyenangkan untuk digunakan membuat Anda meletakkan untuk menggunakan keterampilan dan meningkatkan koordinasi tangan-mata.

Mereka mungkin tampak menakutkan pada awalnya. Bahkan jika Anda belum pernah melihat orang menggunakan pemukul lalat listrik sebelumnya Penghemat Energi Anda mungkin bertanya-tanya bagaimana mencari Alat Penghemat Listrik aneh ini raket tenis akan melakukan tugasnya Di masa lalu karet swatters akan desir melalui udara dan sepanjang jalan ke dinding atau Rangkaian Listrik bahkan meja pemampatan bug miskin terlupakan dengan kekuatan tipis pukulan. Mendesis dan bang dan Anda sudah selesai … baik kecuali untuk bagian pembersihan.

Satu lagi tip jika anda bisa cobalah untuk mendinginkan ruangan untuk sedikit sebelum Anda mulai berburu. Serangga berkembang dalam kehangatan. Membuat ruangan lebih dingin dan mereka cenderung menjadi lambat dan lamban dan Anda mendapatkan keuntungan.

Artikel ini merupakan hak cipta penulis. Anda dapat kembali menerbitkannya di situs Web Anda selama kotak sumber daya di bagian bawah tetap utuh dan dengan link Penghemat Energi aktif. Penggunaan lainnya rangkaian listrik dari artikel ini secara penuh atau sebagian dilarang.

Há uns dias o meu telemóvel começou a dizer que tinha um SMS por ler que eu não encontrava em lado nenhum. Eliminei todas as mensagens e ele continuava a dizer o mesmo. Não era grave, mas estava a irritar-me, porque há dois dias que sempre que olhava para o telemóvel via aquilo.

Enfim, a solução foi fácil. Bastou fazer o download deste programa, copiar o .exe que vem dentro do .zip para o cartão de memória e fazê-lo correr no telemóvel.

Depois reiniciei o telemóvel e a dita mensagem por ler desapareceu!

O programa analiza as contas de mensagens SMS, email e activesync e corrige a base de dados que conta as mensagens não lidas.

Entretanto detectei outro bug desta maravilha de sistema operativo: por vezes, ao receber uma mensagem põe-se a vibrar sem parar. Só pára se o desligar ou se receber outra mensagem.

Ai… vá-se lá perceber estas coisas feitas por informáticos…

Aproveito para contar a minha breve e feliz história com a NDrive.

Tive um problema no cartão de memória onde vinha o software da NDrive que veio com o telemóvel. Tive de o formatar e, apesar de ter feito logo de início uma cópia do que ele trazia lá dentro, tive vários problemas a instalar de novo o software do GPS.

Enviei um email para a NDrive e no minuto seguinte (literalmente) respondiam-me a pedir o número da licença do meu mapa. Enviei-o e passado 5 minutos tinha no e-mail a descrição passo-a-passo do que devia fazer para pôr tudo a funcionar. Segui os passinhos e pronto, tudo OK!

Fiquei muito bem impressionada com a prontidão e competência dos serviços de Apoio ao Cliente da NDrive!

Scrivo in questa categoria (Bug) il mio primo articolo … Parliamo di Nikto il fantastico scanner vulnerability. Nikto è uno script scritto in Perl, open sources e il sito ufficiale è . Purtroppo non ha interfaccia grafica, ma per questo non dobbiamo sottovalutarlo. Fino ad oggi gli sviluppatori sono arrivati alla versione 2.0. Il download è diponibile nella sezione Download (in alto) …

Come bisogna fare partire questo fantastico giogliellino ??? Bisonga avere l’ip del sito … Come facciamo ad avere l’ip del sito ??? Apriamo il Propt dei Comandi (da start –> esegui –> cmd –> premi invio) digitare ping www.vostrosito.com Premete invio, vi uscira una serie di scritte tra qui il vostro adorato Ip … Adesso date l’ip in pasto a Nikto, ci penserà lui !!! Non sapete dare l’ip in pasto a Nikto ??? No problem !! Salvate la cartella scompattata  sul desktop. Aprire il Propt dei Comandi, digitare cd nikto premere invio, nikto.pl -h l’ip premere invio … Adesso e solo questione di ORE !!!

Hello People,

I am back with the second part of The Gaming Bug. This section once again explains my exploits at school specifically during the 8th standard. If ever you read the first part, you must have observed that I have not mentioned any names. I’ll definitely mention some in this one.

Once I completed 7th standard, I had to change my school because the one where I currently studied had classes only till 7th standard. I joined Manipal Pre-University College. This was very close to my old school. It had a bigger play area. Interestingly no body played cricket here. Football and Volleyball were the main games. There was Basketball too. I was in the right place and at the right time.

There were 4 sections for each standard. A1 and A2 were for the English medium. B and C were for the Kannada medium. I was in A1 section. All sections had a fixed period to get into the playground. A1 and A2 had the same timings. This new school had an interesting concept. Every class was divided into 4 groups Red house, Yellow house, Blue house and Green house. All these 4 houses would compete against each other during the annual sports day. For the 8th standard, I was in the Red house.. my favorite color.

I continued from where I had left off in my previous school.. Volleyball. There were a lot of good players along with me. And most of them were my own class mates. Some of them were new faces and some where from my old school. So it was really fun to play. I on occasions did have a go at football but not many saw we as a good player. I was an unknown entity in the world of football.. for now. But I continued mastering my skills in volleyball.

Soon things started heating up. The annual sports day was approaching. Everybody was busy organizing teams for their respective houses. I preferred to stay away from the competition. But it was not meant to be that way. Call it fate or destiny. My time was coming.. and fast.

When the time finally came, not many people were interested in the volleyball tournament. Everybody was too busy focusing on the main event.. Football. Even in red house, there were not many volleyball players either. In the end, there were just two nominations for the Volleyball tournament, Blue house and Red house. When it was time for the tournament, there were not many people even to see the match. On one side, there was the Blue house. This house at that time was famed for its volleyball players. Guys like Prakash Kamath and Gautham Pai to name a few. They were eagerly waiting for this day. They knew they had the fire power to blow out any opponent. Not just their main six players, their bench strength was equally formidable. On the other side, there was my team, the red house. We barely managed to find 6 players to form the team. We had no bench. No body even dreamt that we could win. I was never interested to play any tournament. I was forced to be part of the team. Now that I agreed to play, I had only one thing running in my mind.. to lift the coveted trophy.

We had just 2 regular volleyball players. The rest had some touch of the game. But that was not enough to bring the formidable blue house down. There was this guy named Puneeth Kumar. He was the captain of our team. He was a good sportsman and a great volleyball player. He was the only other player im my team who was good with the game. We carefully examined our team. Our strategy was simple. Puneeth was to cover the back line and I with the advantage of height was to cover the front line. Our other members were just for support if ever we both missed the ball. There were no rotation rules and this worked wonders for us. My presence at the front did worry the blue house because they knew I am capable of challenging them. But something happened to me that day. I tend to get more aggressive when forced into action. The beast within me was unleashed. There was bloodbath waiting to happen.

I and Puneeth on our own literally destroyed our opponents’ egos. The spectators got to see the best from both of us. Our opponents were running helter-skelter not to reach the ball but to run away from it. I hit a couple of jumping smashes purely out of instinct which was the first time anybody there had seen in those days. On one occasion, I even smashed one of our opponents nose. We easily won the match and the tournament. I became a well known personality for the way I had played that day. Puneeth would carry on with this volleyball touch. But there was still something missing for me. May be destiny had something else in store for me.

This concludes the second part of ‘The Gaming Bug’. Stay tuned for more in the next part ‘The Rise of Sipra’.

A bug in the PHPMailer v5 has been stopping me from sending multiple attachments in a mail. It was quite a confusing thing coz it I checked everything in my PHP code time and again. Somehow, after googling for this, i got my answer; it is actually a bug in PHPmailer v5.

This is how I recified the bug.

1. Open the file class.phpmailer.php
2. Goto line number 1236
3. Change
   7=> 0
   to
   7=>count($this->attachment)
4. Save the file and try.

Thanks for the contributors, it saved my time.

Today surfing the web i have red a very intresting notice, a bug, very intresting bug, in fedora 12 the normal user can install a package, this is the page of the bug.

Well, only user can install a package or a software without the root’s status, only user can install a software at the official repository!

You can (temporanley) resolve this proble with:

pklalockdown --lockdown org.freedesktop.packagekit.package-install

in the terminal!

Regards, Gusions

Noël approche à grand pas et dans beaucoup de nos villes fleurissent de petits lieux de magie : les Marché de Noël !

Petit problème cependant dans la communication de la ville d’Orange. L’office du tourisme de la commune, qui est à l’origine de l’affiche, se dédouane en disant que le motif incriminé est incrusté dans le dessin tiré de la bibliothèque d’image du logiciel de PAO utilisé (Photoshop ? ndlr).

Quand même, faut pas pousser mémé dans les orties, une croix gammée ça ne passe pas inaperçu !

Bug had her puppies last night.  She had 8 total which felt like 101 last night at 1:45.  They are all doing well with the exception of one that was having a little difficulty breathing yesterday.  The colors are as follows – red, buff, black and white, buff and white.  We will go to the vet soon for their talis and dew claws.

Hello People,

This is the third installation of The Gaming Bug. This explains my time during the 9th and 10th standard.

When I reached 9th standard, I was one of the best volleyball players in school. I continued playing volleyball. But for most members in my school, football was everything. Losing a football match was more like losing a life. During those days, my class was being beaten black and blue by the A2 section every time. Most of my classmates used to play volleyball. There were hardly about 10 members playing football whereas almost everybody from the A2 section played football. It was more like 10 from my class Vs about 20 to 25 members from the other! Now can you believe that competition? A1 Vs A2 was more like a war between two countries. We hated them and they hated us. All our differences were settled in the football ground. There was less of football and more of cold war. My friends tried hard to get me to football. They just wanted the numbers on the ground. This was where time infused another twist of fate. I finally decided to help my friends with football. So from the mid term, I was into football. Some of my friends knew I am a good football player. They just wanted me to find my ground and I did. I can say that this was the last time I took volleyball seriously. I was already enjoying the new challenge in football.

We had really good football players compared to the other class. People like Swapnil, Ramprasad, Logi, Sunil S to name a few. The best among the lot was Shivananda, nick named Swani. People soon realized that I was no push over. I had a lean and tall body but that’s exactly where they under estimated me. I did not have a good technique like some of the other guys. What I lacked in technique, I made it up with superior physical fitness. I had very strong and hard bones. My body was extremely flexible yet tough. I also had unusually high stamina. This meant that I could run for long periods of time without getting tired. I was not the fastest runner out there but I was fast enough to outrun most guys. Add to that my mean temper. I was a nuclear bomb waiting to explode. All these were exactly the right ingredients I needed. I knew that in this game, there will be lot of physical contact. So I started going to the Gym to get myself stronger. This is probably one reason why my temper went out of control. The fitter I became, my temper got even worse. I used to wear a sport shoe which had bolts in the side. I used to literally thrash my opponents without even seeing them. When I charged at them, it was more like a battle ram running in full force ready to destroy anything on the way. Nothing significant happened for the rest of the year. I was getting better and better with each passing day. That soon put me in my opponent’s radar. It was during this time that Swapnil started calling me Sipra in the ground. It was easier to spell the word Sipra than my real name. Sipra is the name of a cold drink manufactured locally. But this name clicked. Everyone now started calling me Sipra even outside the ground.

When I reached 10th standard, I was full time into football. I was also considered a good player. But for me, being good was not enough. I had to be the best. I quickly earned the reputation of a goal scoring machine. I was at the peak of my physical fitness and I was now regularly scoring goals for my team. We were beginning to slowly win matches at a consistent rate. There were the odd days when nothing worked for us. At these times, I had just one motto – “Defeat them or destroy them”. Accepting defeat was something I never liked. I had to win and I would do anything for that. I was soon the talk of the town. Everybody from the A2 section wanted a piece of me. But their several attempts to bring me down back fired as I also got excellent support from my fellow team members. I was now rated as one of the best players in my class and was also in the hit list of my opponents. 20 guys now found it hard to contain about 10 to 12 guys from my class. That was the impact I created. I was the force to recon with.

As days went by, there was a talk about a district level tournament which would be organized in our own college ground. The team was already selected but there was one place vacant. I knew I won’t be selected because there were other players better than me. So I never even gave it a thought. They were looking for a person who can play well yet be capable of spitting on the opponents face. Not many had that guts to do that on the football field. I had. One fine day, Swapnil and one guy Venu approach me and ask me if I am interested to be part of the school team. I was not sure what to do. They told me that I would be a substitute and I may not get to play and that they just needed to fill up the vacant place. I agreed. Those days, being part of the school football team means you are someone. People look up to you as a hero and always talk about you.

Venu was the captain of the team and played in the mid filed along were other members like Sudhir and golie Satya. Swapnil was part of our team and even he was good with the ball. Then there were guys like Arun and Shashank. Arun was a master with the ball. His control over the ball reminds of none other than the legendary Ronaldo from Brazil. Shashank on the other hand was a power house. He was part of our BIG 3 in the defense along with Sudhir. Physically strong and technically sound, he could rip any person apart. Both these guys were the very same friends I used to play with near my house. We grew up playing football together and we understood each other very well. I and Arun used the One-to-One passing to good effect. We both knew where the ball would come even without calling each other. We had a great partnership. This made a huge difference in tournaments to come. I don’t really recollect the name of the 3rd person who was part of our fearsome BIG 3 in defense. I guess it was Naveen but I am not so sure.

When the time finally came for the tournament, we were all ready. It was raining heavily that day. I was made to play in the first half. Our school was reputed for its defense with Sudhir being the back bone. Venu was the best in the midfield. I on the other hand wanted to play as a striker as that was I was good at. I played in the midfield. My performance was nothing worth talking about. I was substituted in the second half. We kept our reputation of having the best defense. The final was against the team from Suratkal and we won the tournament. This victory gave us the chance to participate in the State level football tournament at Ujire. It was my first high pressure game. Playing in the home ground made me nervous but this was all the exposure I needed. It gave me the experience I needed. The rise of Sipra was now.

We practiced hard for the state level tournament. When the time came, we were joined by two other guys from the Suratkal team. One guys name was Shashir Shetty. I don’t remember the other guys name. Both these guys were exceptional players. We dropped a couple of guys from our earlier team. I managed to retain my place thanks to my reputation as a mean tempered guy. Our first match in the tournament was against Gulbarga. I was taken as a substitute. But I got to play immediately as Venu injured his leg. This time, I was my self. I was not nervous and was ready for the challenge. We scored a goal in the very first half. Our defense was too good for our opponents. But disaster struck at the very last minute of the game when they managed to level the scores 1-1. We were doomed. The referee was just waiting to blow the final whistle. We tool the centre pass for one last time with all our hopes of winning down the drain. Swapnil took the ball and just kicked it as had as he could towards our opponents goal. I was the only guy running towards the ball. There was no one even from the opponents side willing to reach for the ball because even they thought it was all over. There was just one defender near the goal post and the ball fell right near the goal. I ran in full speed to get to the ball. The goal post was hardly about 10 meters from where I was. The goal keeper and the defender were not sure who should go to the ball. It was my chance. I just got the ball, dribbled past the defender and just kicked the ball without even seeing the goal post. All this happened at the dieing seconds of the match. The referee blew the final whistle immediately after. He gave me what is called ‘The Advantage’ in football. The next thing I remember was my team mates charging towards me with joy cheering and shouting my name. I was the new hero. I could hardly believe I scored a goal in a high profile match. The very next day, our next round was against Tumkur. This time, I was no longer a substitute. I was now a regular member. We played well and so did our opponents. The game ended with a tied result 0-0. The match was decided by penalty shootout and we won. Our next match was a quarter final. We lost this match to the then winning team DYSS from Banglalore. We lost the match badly 0-5 but there was no shame in that defeat.

We came back home for a heros welcome. Everybody started talking about me including our PT Sir. I now was treated like a legend. But our daily fight with the A2 section continued as usual. These guys now feared me even more. It was somewhere in the middle of the second term that I fractured my toe. I was out of action for 4 weeks. That immediately showed in the match result. Our team once again felt the heat of defeat. All these days, my presence had helped our team win every time. They were highly dependent on me to score goals. I could do nothing but see my team loose from the side line. Once the 4 weeks of hibernation passed, I was back with a bang. I got the rest I badly needed. I tore the opponents into pieces scoring 12 goals in just four matches. It was a record at that time. The previous best was 10 goals. It was somewhere at the end of 10th standard that my opponents finally managed to make me fall to the ground. It took a full string attack of about 6 guys to nail me. The moment I fell down, the entire football ground came to a stand still. Everyone including people from my own team clapped and cheered the event. I still have that scar on my left elbow. By the time I completed 10th standard, I was quite popular as a football star. I enjoyed the name, fame and power till the end of my school days. Even the college Principal at that time, Mr. M. N. Bhat congratulated me for my contribution to the school. I am the only person from the state level football team to be given a certificate from the college signed by the Principal himself.. with a little support from our PT Sir of course!

This concludes the third part of ‘The Gaming Bug’. Stay tuned for more in the next part ‘A Period of Silence’.