F/E.E error with my Nikon 50mm f/1.8 lens

I was worried how to get this error fixed and then found out a pretty handy method to try before giving it to the service center or do crazy stuff like this.

Closer to the aperture ring, you’ll find numbers like 22 16 11 etc etc.. Check if your white dot points to 22 and not anything else. When I played around with the lens turned it to each other number, my D90 gave me F/E.E errors and only 22 seemed to make the lens work right.. :)

If it’s not set to 22, rotate the ring and turn it so that the white dot is pointed towards 22. Try hitting the shutter release button now? It should prolly work. If it didn’t, according to people on Flickr, That error is indicative of the ap ring not being locked. 

Epic Trip to Doha..

I had this trip all planned out that it was supposed to take place on the 10th November 2012 and it took place too but with some awesome twists. On 9th midnight, Alan comes to my room in hostel and I asked him to set an alarm for 4:15 in the morning. We thought about setting up a task that would trigger itself to open up a VLC media player to play a tune at a specified time. Guess what tune Alan came up with.. AC/DC’s Back in Black. :P

And then I went to sleep with all the alarms set up and the laptop running on AC Power. ZzzzZzzz.. Time passed by. Suddenly out of nowhere I hear a knock on my door. Jumped off my bed, opened the door, saw Sameeh standing there just coz, my parents called him up to wake me up as I didn’t answer my phone. And the time was 4:55. OMG! I ran to the washroom, brushed , got dressed, and rushed towards the ground floor where the Cab that I asked for the previous night was waiting. Now, here’s the funny part. It’s 5:00 and my train is at 5:45. Okay, the cab driver starts to drive thru the campus and he’s going like I have a train to catch the next day. O_O He has some speedophobia of going above 80kmph. WEIRD! I asked him if I could drive and he agreed to give me the car if I gave him Rs50 extra. Now at this point of time, I was in no position to argue with the cab driver and I had to agree. He switched. I drove like a maniac on Surat bridges at like 100+ kmph on an Etios. :) EPIC!

Reached the station at 5:30. I pay the driver and see him off, rush towards platform 2 and after a wait of like 5 minutes, my train arrives. WHOOPS! It’s EARLY! O_o Thank Goodness that I had the balls to ask him to switch, otherwise, VAAT LAG GAYE MAMU! And guess what, my phone had 29 misscalls from my parents in Doha and 16 from my Sister who would join me in Mumbai. was travelling with me to Doha.

Reached Mumbai around 10:20. Now I ring my sister up. She tells me that she’s in Cafe Coffee Day. 5.5km away from Bandra station. Rickwalas are also so cunning in Mumbai. Instead of taking a 5.5km route, he took a 10km route with less traffic and was like “Sirjee, I need 150rs.” and I was like “Oye! I know it only takes 44rs to get from the railway station to here. And yet even after you punked me by taking the damn long route, you expect me to pay 150? Take 100 and go.” He refused and drove off without taking any money. LOL? But then, 2 minutes later, he comes back asking for the 100rs, I offered him.

It’s a pity that people have no value for money nowadays. 50rs is just like any other stupid piece of paper. :(

Anyways, my sister and I ended up at the Airport safely where another keeda happened. I tried to check-in online, the previous day from Surat and it failed. Oman Air’s system shows that we have already checked in and we never got the boarding cards. But then, the BOM->MCT boarding cards were given and we were asked to collect out MCT->DOH boarding cards from Muscat. Everything went as told and we safely, reached Qatar “on-time”. (check out why I used the double quotes)

Oh yeah, and I wrote this blog when I was sitting joblessly on the aircraft flying to Muscat listening to some music. And Orange Juice (you know what I mean :P ) tastes good in Oman Air. HAHAHAHH!

College. I’m ^_^ with it.

All I can tell is stupid movies induce stupid thoughts into your head and then make your subconscious mind dreams about this place where there is fun and exams that go sexy and stuff like that. Let me let out a secret that I came to know. COLLEGE IS NO FAIRYLAND. There are people with a stupid ass lighter, on your ass which is rigged to blow up when lit. But then, at times, when you are in hostel, you kinda’ find the way to ease the shit you have been rummaged through during the day. And then there are classes which you expect it to be like this and it turns out to be this. But then that’s nothing to whine about if you have a good internet connection in the hostel that lets you facebook and watch videos on youtube. Sorry Piracy lauders, the torrents don’t work just because there is this thing called Cyberoam firewall that drops every connection that you try to make through different ports. I know it’s a sad story.

For the hostel part, I guarantee it, you’ll love it once you get done with your home sickness.  

But then, being in college has it’s own perks. You literally learn to abuse on the roads, argue with random rickshaw walas, bargain even for ₹1 and make a big deal out of it, learn how to eat anything with Aloo in it. :P

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

My New Love.

Two months back, I got my HTC Desire HD’s lock button fixed and now it’s jammed inside the case again. *facepalm*

Souq.com introduced me to the Galaxy Nexus, Google’s 2011 FLAGSHIP device and it was priced such that I fell for the phone.. You know it when you see it and fall in love. Wait, what was it called? Love at first sight? YEAH!

But then comparing it with my DHD, it isn’t such a beast of its time but then it’s a sexy phone for AED1279.

The 16GB inbuilt memory isn’t that bad and the Dual Core 1.2GHz processor also doesn’t disappoint me. 

Watching Jelly Bean on it was the purest form of awesomeness that I have ever seen my life. Aaaaamaazzzinngg! :’D