Troubleshooting Live- My ‘possible’ business venture.



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There are just two things I am good with, blogging and technology. And if I ever had to turn into an entrepreneur then these are the two areas where I would like to excel in. So my plan of business would be simple :- a ‘real-time’ technology blog. A venture where everyone in my team would blog, but, not what they want, something everyone else wants them to blog about.

The idea is that we start an online business named ‘TROUBLESHOOT LIVE’. We would base our complete business online instead of setting up an office or other infrastructure All that my team of five geeks would need is a laptop, a Windows 8 phone , a license to Office 365 and offcource an internet connection. The first step that we take to make a successful venture is setup a website, so rather then hiring a third-party to design a website for us, we choose to do it ourselves using the website builder feature that comes bundled in Office 365. After that website part is done we go ahead and setup a blog on sharepoint or (and) WP.com

And hurray ! We are all set to ‘TROUBLESHOOT LIVE’. Going forward we can start marketing our business, make amazing presentations using Power point, show them to our prospective clients and gain business. Customers who face issues with their computers can fill out a simple form on our website, make the bare minimum payment and they are all set. The form would reach us in less than 15 seconds and the notification about same goes to all our team members via Email on their Outlook and as a ping on their Lync Messengers. After this, one of our team member would communicate to all via Lync and Outlook that he or she would be managing the case.

The geek who manages that case would then go ahead and draft a blog within prescribed duration which then would be shared on our ‘internal sharepoint blog’ where the proof reading part would be done by our other geeks who are also moderators. And then the post goes live on our blog; simultaneously a notification is also sent to all our geeks that the task is complete and they can go ahead and enjoy their sipper of beer. At the same time, an email would be sent out to our customer that the solution has been provided.

The good part here is that the blog post would only be visible to our ‘paid clients’. They can simply login to our blog using their registered Email ids and get the best solution. For those who are not paid clients, they can also access our blog but the posts would be limited to common issues people may face on their computers. Also, because one geek cannot be an expert in one issue we can always collaborate and draft a post which can help our customer. So here is the thing, a possible issue is that a customer is having a black screen as soon as he starts his computer and sees Windows logo. Geek one who is working on this case is not much aware of possible solution. So he can always send an invitation to all other geeks to ‘view and edit’ his word document. The sharing feature is inbuilt in Word 365. The other geeks can contribute their piece of knowledge and draft a solution ASAP. And then the process is repeated. The solution would go on our ‘internal sharepoint blog’ , proofreading would be done and hurray it then goes live on our blog and is visible to our customer.

The way we can make our ‘internal sharepoint blog’ more productive is also very easy and simple. Each day we would post about a recent bug or issue that would be affecting computers across the world. We would have a full length article talking about possible reasons for the issue, solution or a work around. Our team can read this blog and keep themselves updated which in turn brings down our time of solving a possible issue been faced by our customers.

Another way we can help our customers is by taking control of customer’s computer. This can be done via using Lync. Lync has an inbuilt feature of ‘sharing desktop’ apart from other media files. So whenever a customer demands that this needs to be fixed immediately and he/she would not be able to follow the blog post, then the whole geek team comes into picture. We can on one end start a video call with each other and on same time look at the shared desktop of customer; both the things using Lync.

One more way we can make our business a bigger success is ‘Online training’. A lot of people in west do look forward to computer training and HD video conferencing with upto 250 people at one time can make our business more amazing. The ability to send upto 25 MB email to just anyone and store upto 25GB of data for each individual makes things much easier and affordable from a business prospective. Imagine a situation where I can simply upload a 100 MB batch file to fix a prominent Windows update issue to my SkyDrive and later access it just anywhere and giving liberty to my other teams members to do same.

And for those of who have been wondering that where the team of five geeks sit down to write, here is the answer: May be Metro or a coffee shop, or a corner tea stall, or their home terrace or may be my home terrace or their girl (boy) friend home terrace or car, or Activa, or Railway station or airport or temple. And terms of emergency even when they were about to kiss their beloved and suddenly there was a ping on their Lync Messenger:

Customer Name: Anoop

Place: Mumbai

Issue: Unable to print Severity: High

Response time: 20 Minutes.

They still have to write. No matter what. 🙂

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The Magical Charm of an Arranged Marriage


Things would have been different If I was single, I would have loved to settle down in an arranged marriage. But, because I am already into a super-awesome relationship for almost seven-years now, I really cannot think of experiencing the magical charm of getting married to a stranger. Though, I still have my own set of beliefs and views to share about the idea of arranged marriage.

Mere thinking of settling down in an arranged marriage gives me goose-bumps. I think it is the most divine form of a relationship. The beauty of an arranged marriage starts from the day you and your families decide that yes he/she can be your only soul-mate. From that day onward, things between would-be husband-wife are like those teenage love stories, where everything is beautiful, the girl finds her would be husband the most handsome man in this world and the man sees her would-be wife as the sweetest and the most adorable lady he could have ever met.

First they would meet at a coffee-shop, they would talk nothing. Not even take a single sip of the coffee they ordered for. The boy would keep looking at everything around him and would constantly skip a moment to look at his would-be wife. The lady on the other hand would be sitting in all expectations that the man of her life would start the conversation.

Things move on, and the couple starts growing with each other. Every moment that passes seems like a never ending journey they are on to. Soon the day comes when they are on their marriage-stage. They both look beautiful. They both steal a moment to look at each other, in that single moment of looking at each other, all they convey to each other is “hey..you look beautiful”.

The would-be husband wanted to say “Baby, you look beautiful” but he does not do that. He thinks that it is way too fast. He is not sure if his would-be wife would be comfortable on hearing the affectionate word ‘baby’ or not. The beautiful lady thinks all what her would-be husband thinks about her. They both are talking to each other with their eyes. The boy is somewhat getting intoxicated looking at her would-be beautiful wife.[one] All he thinks to do is to describe her beauty, better than how Geoffrey Chaucer did to Alison in Wife of Bath Prologue and Tale. Sitting there, he is reading these lines to himself, thinking that he is doing it to his would-be wife.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.”
(2. 2. 4-8) ~ Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare

While they both sit on the dinner table, all they think is of how they would make each other eat. It is a new experience for both of them. They are not sure who is supposed to start first. In midst of everything around, boy keeps his hand over his would-be wife’s hand. She is stranded for a second. She does not realize what just happened. She blushes and takes away her hand. Everyone around is smiling, and the beautiful lady of the day is feeling shy. She does not know what her would be husband likes to eat. She gives a childlike look to her would-be husband, and in a moment, he understands what she is trying to say; things are now becoming clear between them. All he says is ‘whatever you like’. Somewhere deep down in there mind, they both think about how an arranged marriage takes place. They are happy….

As the time is coming close for them to be husband-wife instead of would-be husband wife their excitement, and anxiety is also increasing. Looking at how nervous his would-be wife is like the husband now offers a supporting hand to his wife. She feels reveled. The ‘magic-touch’ seems to work now. For a moment, they look into each others’ eyes and smile; smile for the first time in last five hrs. Seeing that nobody is around, girl asks her would-be husband ‘ how do I look ?’ The would-be husband simply wants to kiss her hand and tell how beautiful she is , but is unable to do that. All he said says is ‘Angel’. The girl thinks why her would-be husband is not saying something else or more. She then realizes that maybe this is the real beauty of an arranged marriage. You never say anything to each other- you only feel.

Finally the moment comes when they are husband-and-wife. All the rituals are now over. They are now sitting and waiting to enter a new world. The girl is now crying. She has already started missing her family. This time instead of holding her mom’s hand, she looks for her husbands’ warm-and-cozy hand.[two] She takes hold of it; tightly. The husband is now a supporting hand to his wife. The lady of the evening now relies on her husband and not her first-family. Somebody from the boy’s family makes a witty comment on something. The couple shares a good-laugh – for the first time together. They come close to each other. This time they are less uncomfortable. After all they are husband-and wife; that too through the most sacred ritual of our world- arranged marriage.

Then comes the most precious time of their lives. The girl waits for her husband on ‘their’ bed. She is nervous. She is almost sweating. She sits there like a statue; waiting to be crafted by the only craftsman of her life. In her mind she thinks about all the fantasies she has ever had about her marriage’s first night. As her husband moves closer to her, she starts feeling more shy. She never allowed any man to come that close to her in her life. She only lets her husband be that close. She thinks that first-night in an arranged marriage is more beautiful than a love marriage. She thinks she is going to give herself to her husband; whom she knows very little of. May be that is the magic of an arranged marriage- she says to herself.

The husband is now sitting next to his wife. He is not sure of what to say and what to do. He is equally shy-and-nervous of things going with him. He has had so much to say and do, but none turns out. He thinks – how to go forward? He was not aware that things could be so difficult. For a second he thinks he should have had a love-marriage, so that he would have known his wife better- already. The very next second he looks at his wife and the thought of love-marriage skips his mind. He takes hold of her hand. He kisses her hand. For the first time a man was touching her, the girl thinks. With that kiss the husband says “You look beautiful, my angel.” She blushes and hugs her husband. [three] They sit there and talk, talk about everything they have had in their mind. The girl while playing with her words tell her husband that she was not yet ready for taking this first-night further. Husband is amazed to hear that. He was not expecting this. For some minutes they only look into each others’ eyes, while they play with each others hands. Husband smiles and says “even I am not yet ready”.

It is a moment of relief for the girl. They both smile at their own childish-yet-mature- than ever relationship. Suddenly they both ask each other something that makes them both feel dumb-stuck: “is this how an arrange marriage works?” They laugh and hug each other. And while they are talking to each other, girl falls asleep. The girl is in her husband’s arms and has her head resting on his shoulder. All what the boy does is look at her in amaze

Their arranged marriage evolves day-by-day. On the second-day of their marriage, they say to each other the three magical words “I love you”. It is then they make love with each other. To them nothing seems more divine than what they are into, at that moment. The next morning, while they have their early morning love-bird talks, all they say to each other is that “I could not have loved you more if it were a love marriage.”

Image One Photo credit Jitender Kashmira

“The boy is somewhat going intoxicated looking at her would-be beautiful wife.”

Image Two Photo credit Aditya Singh

“This time instead of holding her mom’s hand, she looks for her husbands’ warm-and-cozy hand.”

“She blushes and hugs her husband.”

I know you must be wondering that why didn’t I posted pictures with the text. So to answer that, I want to tell you folks that I orignally wanted my readers to imagine those pictures. Yes, imagine as they read the text. I am sure you were able to feel exactly the way I expected.

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About Aditya Bhasin

Aditya Bhasin hails from India, Delhi-an avid reader, who enjoys his cup of tea over it, a racist in purest form as he hates chocolate and coffee. He does not like traveling much, but, if he gets an opportunity to travel he chooses to do that by a train instead of a car or a plane. He is an introvert person who is trying to be an extrovert by all possible means.

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These People Came From Mars


Danish was loved by all his friends for his comic-timing. He studied at a college in Delhi and was a very care-free person. For him it was not a big issue if he had hair-fall problem or dandruff problem. He always said that I have better things to think about; but, not for long. Things soon changed. The friends who loved him so much started to ignore him and sometime even having a meal with him. They gradually started hating him, for reasons not known to him.

 

Among his friends their were two science post-graduates. They all were doing research on existence of life at Mars and other planets. They attempted to speak to people at Mars through a device they developed, but, failed once and were working on it again.

 

Danish was always found scratching his head. It looked obnoxious. He would never stop doing that. No matter where he was he would keep on scratching his head to remove those dandruff patches he had in his hair.

 

On the eve of New Year while he was on his way to a nightclub, he encountered the strangest experience of his life. Few people who had big eyes, green-colored body, and big nails also were wearing shabby clothes walked to him and hand-cuffed his hands and asked him to follow them. Scared like hell- Danish did what they asked and reached an empty stadium where he could only see a big-machine with lot of lights glowing and a little bit awkward smell.

 

He was taken into that big-machine which started having turbulence at a very high speed. It was then he found himself surrounded by almost 100 weirdly looking people staring at him.  It was beyond his understanding who they were and why he was brought in that big-machine. The only good thing about this whole incident was that these people could speak and understand English.

 

Even before he could say anything, one of the weirdly looking people started chopping his hair and the other guy started washing his hands with a sanitizer. Danish was frightened of things happening to him and of people around him.

 

One of those creatures told Danish that it was his friend who called them to take you away. And they were from planet Mars. They told him that how his friends feel disgusting about him and his habit of constantly scratching his head to remove those dandruff patches. He was told that how his friends now hate to hangout with him and also feel puckish even to have a meal with him as his hands are always filled with dandruff.

 

Shattered by his friend’s behavior and feeling about him, Danish was already on his knees and crying like anything. He was feeling humiliated. But, on the other hand he was also worried about what will happen next. What these creatures will do to him.

 

He asked one of them if they are going to take him away to Mars with him. He replied that your friend has asked us to do same, but, because your hail problem is very common and was also spread all through Mars once, they are going to spare him for that; and would rather help him with the problem.

 

They offered him a shampoo named ‘K-Zone’. They said use this for next five-days and see the difference. They only kept one condition. It was that Danish could not leave that machine before five-days. They said that they don’t want him to leave the machine with any dandruff left in his hair.

 

Danish had no option else than accepting this condition. It was helping him three-way:

 

1)      He would get over with his dandruff problem;

2)     He would get his friends back;

3)     And lastly he will not be taken to Mars.

 

Danish did what these creatures asked him to do. He used that shampoo as suggested and after five-days the ‘D’ days was there. All those creatures from Marks gathered around Danish and starting scanning his hair through a device they called ‘White Scanner’. They said that this device will scan all through his hair and will buzz if any dandruff patched were found.

 

After scanning for almost 10 minutes and without a single buzz- Danish was feeling relieved. He felt happy that finally his dandruff was over and he could go back to his friends and family. The creatures bid him farewell and said good luck.

 

Danish was now a happy man. He was among his friends now and sharing his story. He concluded saying ‘and that was the end of my hair problem.’

 

 

 

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About Aditya Bhasin

Aditya Bhasin hails from India,Delhi-an avid reader, who enjoys his cup of tea over it, a racist in purest form as he hates chocolate and coffee. He does not like traveling much, but, if he gets an opportunity to travel he chooses to do that by a train instead of a car or a plane. He is an introvert person who is trying to be an extrovert by all possible means.

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My Most Beautiful Thing


It took me sometime to think about the most beautiful thing in my life. I recalled all the good and bad things I’ve ever been through and finally understood that ‘experience’ has been the most beautiful thing in my life.

Whenever, anybody asked me what does life means to me, I’ve always said ‘its experience’. Experience for being Human and a social-animal. I have my own reasons to justify why experience itself is the most beautiful thing of my life.

I am learning; this very moment

No matter, what I do, I learn. I learn from my experience, I learn from what I do and what I don’t do. What I am able to experience, what I am unable to experience. Everything, I read a new book, it is a whole-together new experience. It helps me widen my thoughts; it helps me grow as an individual.

Every time, I take part in a blogging contest or an event like this one, I gain some or other experience. No matter, I win or no, what is important is that I am gaining some experience.

What I do; makes me happy

I take up a lot of things for sake of doing them or to gain some-or-other experience. What I do to gain experience; makes me happy. Even when I write this, I am already feeling happy. It does not matter to me whether this post will land up somewhere or no. What matter is that while I write this I am gaining experience to write ‘heading’ based post, this is because, I usually don’t follow this format of writing.

It is a journey of experience

My life is all about experience. Experience of been on a journey beyond limits. I don’t see my life as 30 yrs left or 40 yrs left. For me life is a journey that will never end and will make me grow in all the senses. This journey will never end and will continue to help me be more and more ‘experienced’.

Experience makes me wise

Everything that I do which brings experience to me is helping me to be wiser everyday. My experience of today is helping me take better and sounder decisions tomorrow.

I am growing as an individual

The continuous experience that I keep earning is making me turn my personality into more enriched and more apt for my future endeavors.
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About Aditya Bhasin

Aditya Bhasin a not-so-creative person is a student of English literature at University of Delhi. He was born and brought up in Delhi
and choose never to move out. You will find him at eating places more than his college, exploring places more than staying at home and get in touch with him through social media rather than calling on his
mobile phone. He aspires to write a novel. He also wish to be a successful media (communication) professional

No helmet, women on risky ride: #VoiceofChange


Recently, one of my friends had an accident. She was riding a two-wheeler and was banged by a car. She fell down on the road and had major head injuries. Reason: No helmet.

If we go by some statistics, 64 women on two-wheelers have been died in fatal accidents. Reason: No helmet.

Delhi and Bhopal are only two cities, in my knowledge, who have given women a ‘free-pass’ to not to wear helmets. I am also sure that there would be other cities too with such ‘generous’ attitude towards women

It is difficult to understand why do such things exist in our society? Are woman so different that they are allowed to drive without helmets? Doesn’t women live as precious as men? In above example she was a friend, but someday it could be my sister or my mother even. I cannot face such accidents in case of any member of my family or around me. (Both the sexes; especially, a female member because for obvious reason she is at greater risk.)

We are not in a position to deny the importance of women in our lives. No matter what, we have to protect women in all possible scenarios. On one hand, our government is spending millions on prevention of girl-child killing and on the other hand, government itself is letting women die on roads every year. If I ride without a helmet (which I don’t) I will be fined with minimum of Rs 100. And if my sister does same, she is let go free. She is only given a warning about wearing a helmet as a measure of own safety and not because she shall be fined next time

In Delhi the rule 115 makes it optional for women to wear helmets, where as the section 129 of the Motor Vehicles Act applicable all over India makes it mandatory for all two-wheeler riders to wear helmets.

I wonder when there is a rule applicable all over the country, why does Delhi and Bhopal have this exemption. Are woman of these too cities Superwomen that they will never land-up in an accident or say will never be injured?

Making helmet compulsory in Delhi is far more important than other cities. I have lived in this city since my birth and there are certain things which does not change in our city; male ego. It is a religion for Delhi man to over-take; and if their vehicle is over taken by a woman, things turn out to be nasty. They will surely over-take that woman; dangerous way possible. (Exempt me from this religion. I would rather play safe.)

I also think that instead of relying on what rules says, women should wear helmets, irrespective of what law says. I mean we do not follow all rules we are asked to, then why this one?

Break rules. Wear helmet. Save your life.

With my views on this subject, I think it is ‘Time to Change’ and move-forward to bring a positive change in our society.

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Aditya Bhasin a not-so-creative person is a student of English literature at University of Delhi. He was born and brought up in Delhi and choose never to move out. You will find him at eating places more than his college, exploring places more than staying at home and get in touch with him through social media rather than calling on his mobile phone. He aspires to write a novel. He also wish to be a successful media (communication) professional.

Aravalli Hills


On our way.

It was a friend’s birthday and like always we all were geared up to explore another amazing place. Yes, it’s a tradition for us to look for some or other place to visit and share the experience with others and this is what I am doing now. Out of a list of some places we were planning on, the birthday girl zero down on Aravalli Hills, in Faridabad (outskirts of Delhi).

There was nothing specific that we decided to do when we went ahead to explore this place and this is the beauty of trying out something new. We usually don’t know where to start, where to end and where to sit-back and think where we’re.

Firstly, few facts about this place;

1)     It is an array area;

2)     It is spread in miles with no human population inside this place;

3)     This place only has boundaries made of fence and one has to trespass  to get in;

4)     No help. If you’re lost, GPS or phone devices cannot help.

We started our journey by tracking towards a place which we didn’t even know; if existed. We all were just walking, walking and walking. All around us was dense forest. Thankfully there was a clear path where we could at least walk.

About to start the Incredible journey.

Here we're on the 'starting point'

This place was no doubt a must thing to explore, once in a life time; especially, for people like us; living in metro cities with a concrete ‘jungle’ around us. It was all peace there. No birds, no animals (at least till a certain point, will talk later about this) and no humans around. We kept walking, trying to save ourselves from thrones, which were too eager to get into our shoes.

At one point we reached the other boundary of this hill range, which was against our expectation. We were not willing to end up so easy and without a great thing been called ‘EXPLORED’.

The boundry

I think this was just the start.

So, we decided to change our direction and we ended up into a place with no clear path to walk, along with thrones all around; up and down, right and left; inside shoes and inside Jeans. We all were trying hard to save ourselves from those things but were enjoying too on other hand. We all kept on saying to each other ‘Face it. You’re not getting another chance.’

It was somewhere after walking for an hr or so we found the first place we could say ‘Hey. We explored it.’ It was a valley, deep-down 100 meters from where we were standing that that time. The view was magnificent

Well, this is the first valley we were able to EXPLORE.

We all wanted to get down there but found it impossible. We could not find a single place from where we could step down safely and reach down there. We decided to move on in search of a better place.  By this time the sun was about to set but we all were high with hopes of finding a better place. We also found some dears around us. They were unaware of our presence but we were surely scared of their presence.

Who cares about warning.

After walking for another 15-20 minutes we found the ‘tree-of-death.’ It was like the one in movie Anti Christ.

Doesn't it look like the tree in AntiChrist

It was somewhere around 6:30 we finally found a place to get-down. It was again a valley but the height was quite low as compared to the previous one.

We all managed to slip-down in sand and with help of some rocks around. The view was amazing, and we all were high (not stoned), high with happiness of been there at that place.

Sitting down there on those big pieces of hill rocks was an altogether different and beautiful experience. The hills were so high that we were actually questioning ourselves that how did we reach here. The echo effect was also awesome.

Here I am in the deep valley.

The whole idea of been at that place gave us goose bumps. The valley was silent like anything. No voices (except us) to hear.

We all sat there under moon-light. We talked. We smoked. We did not booze. And it all continued like last thing one could ask for. By now it was all dark there. The reflection of moon-light on water was another thing to die for.

By now, we all were agreed one thing; to not to move out of that place. But we also could not spend the whole night there, so, we decided to walk back to the place we started from.

As I said it was all dark by than. We used our phone camera’s flash to make a way of that place. We also had to protect ourselves from those thrones and insects all around in that dark place.

Finally, we found a place, to sit down, talk,smoke.

We all wanted to move on further to see what else is there in that hill range but due to darkness all around, we could not.

I wish I could set myself free and let me myself fall in that water behind me.

As we started moving out, what we did was not expected of us. I, P and V took off our Tshirts. We kept walking bare chest along with singing all sought of songs. (Sorry but no photos here.)

After almost another hr of walking session, we came out of Aravalli Hills.

Relaxing time;as we head back-home.

The socks with a secret code.

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Aravalli Hills


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Apologies.