If a couple of years ago, someone would have mentioned 780p or 1080p, I would have told them the exact definition I had mugged for the Multimedia viva back in college. I am no Phunsuk Wangdu, sir. If it is an exam, I need to pass. If it is not an exam, I couldn’t care less. That was me, 2 years ago. Or 1, rather. I couldn’t tell the difference in video quality between a blu ray and CD. Or the audio quality in a tape as opposed to any other format. I was a happier person then. I could watch Friends on the worst set up, in the worst possible compressed format, all night, all year. And then R happened. And while laughing at how he wants to hear the sound of rainfall in a desert movie or how he wants to see black and white separately when he sees grey, somewhere down the line I picked up what is still OCD in my dictionary.
For the last 2 days, I am trying to figure out the optimum display setting in the new set up in the new office. What looks blurred to me, doesn’t look blurred to the IT guy. Or to anyone else for that matter. I got my eyes checked recently. They are still OK. But if the written word continues to look blurred to me, I may not say the same in a month or two.
I think this machine needs a new, improved graphics card. Or I will need more Nice tablets in the medicine pouch.