{"id":800,"date":"2017-10-03T09:39:56","date_gmt":"2017-10-03T09:39:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/vinaaypatil.com\/gibberish\/?page_id=800"},"modified":"2021-07-25T03:32:33","modified_gmt":"2021-07-25T03:32:33","slug":"vinaay-patil","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/idiagress.com\/vinaaypatil\/magazine_home_page\/vinaay-patil\/","title":{"rendered":"Our Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"mceItemHidden\"><span class=\"hiddenSpellError\"><div class=\"vw-infobox\"><div class=\"vw-infobox-inner\"><h4 class=\"vw-infobox-title\"><span>Write to us<\/span><\/h4><div class=\"vw-infobox-content\">Idiagress<\/span> is <span class=\"hiddenGrammarError\">a collection of<\/span> random topics, be it sport, science, films, books, stories etc. It is a trip with a mixture of curiosity, nostalgia, and <span class=\"hiddenGrammarError\">the essence of<\/span> story telling. Just like when a group of friends meet at leisure, the topics fly from school time memories to the latest joke heard, <span class=\"hiddenSpellError\">idiagress<\/span> is similarly an indulgence without any specific goal, the idea is just to <\/span>collate. Thus this site is about nothing specific! <strong>and yes, the spelling is wrong<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-9346a27 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"9346a27\" data-element_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"elementor-text-editor elementor-clearfix\">\n<p>If you have a short story or an article to review or if you want to publish on our site<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">mail to: vinaaypatil@idiagress.com<\/p>\n<p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<h2>Genesis<\/h2>\n<p>It was a twenty minute walk from my school to my home, in seventh grade my parents got me a cycle to navigate the same distance. The same distance, the same path, yet my cycle ride was a good sixty minutes! In my mind nothing was absurd nor was anything inconsistent. Those cycle rides laid the foundation of digress or as this site spells it diagressing. We had an important check point in our journey, a tamarind tree, which needed at least twenty stone shots to dislodge a tamarind from the tree to the thick grass below. Add to this a five minute search in the thick layer of grass and a probability of over sixty percent that the tamarind had already been half eaten by a bird or a squirrel. Still, it felt good, time well spent, because of friends, the chit chats and the banter.<\/p>\n<p>Life is enjoyed in such bits, like Tutti frutti in bun bread. While living these moments, they seem normal, yet while reminiscing them, the absurdities form the joyful parts of the memory.<\/p>\n<p>For example, in junior college, Garaware college Pune, during chemistry practicals, the lab peon gave us a transparent liquid in a small flask and said, &#8220;take this dilute hydrocloric acid&#8221;. We took that flask to our desk, poured it in a petri dish and then put a litmus paper in the dish, the blue litmus turned reddish and we claimed as a conclusion of the whole exercise that the fluid in the flask is &#8216;acidic&#8217; in nature. The logic of the exercise is beyond cognition, it is even not absurd that we took a good twenty minutes to get to the conclusion, the real absurdity is that we were allotted two and half hours to perform the experiment!<\/p>\n<p>Nostalgia has a way for softening such absurd things, like the fondness nostalgia creates for hours spend in &#8216;lines&#8217;. One hour in a line to get the form &#8216;checked&#8217;, then another line, another hour to get the same form &#8216;stamped&#8217; and to add to it an another hour in an another snaking line to &#8216;submit&#8217; the form. Those lines were excruciating, you wondered why isn&#8217;t everything at the same counter and done in one go, yet, those lines are full of fond memories, jokes and banter with friends, the thrill of skipping a few places, sneaking in a friend, chai and samosa.<\/p>\n<p>this site is just to collate such memories, and moments. Not just the past, but to collate the digressions of the mind. Just like after watching a movie you end up doing a google search, our attempt is to capture that curiosity moment. To create a corner, a repository in this vast information age of ours. For indulgence in random topics from physics to philosophy. To express and to write for the love writing.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>so the best summary is that the site is about nothing specific, hopefully something enlightening, something that brings a smile<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<h3><strong>Invitation to you<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>For some reason, (habit of digressing) I learnt web publishing and making websites as a hobby. The whole process was also emblematic of discussed absurdities, My first choice was to learn a software which today stands abandoned by the company which produced it,\u00a0 I then shifted to an another software, by the time I trained on it and was able to generate a desktop website, the world changed, and now &#8216;responsive&#8217; was the new &#8216;in&#8217; thing. To get top on things I shifted to WordPress and now WordPress are planning\u00a0 a radical shift to &#8216;Gutenberg&#8217;. Hence, if you are someone who has a simple story to tell, or a poem, but are awed by the ever changing dynamics of website publishing, don&#8217;t let it become a hurdle in expressing yourself, we will host it for you, send\u00a0 your stories, images etc. If you need guidance on copyrighting your work, attribution etc. I will be happy to help.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Vinaay Patil<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/in.linkedin.com\/in\/vaftsy\">Linkedin<\/a>\u00a0, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/vinaaypatil\">Facebook<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/plus.google.com\/115429021739747794638\">Google+<\/a><br \/>\nvinaaypatil@idiagress.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Genesis It was a twenty minute walk from my school to my home, in seventh grade my parents got me a cycle to navigate the same distance. The same distance, the same path, yet my cycle ride was a good sixty minutes! 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