LG P500 Optimus One
The November’10 product released from the LG workshop brings back a future for consumer’s belief in Mobile products from LG. What was earlier a debacle in a Cookie, Lg’s reputation in the Indian Consumer market was swindling as people downsized in product quality. Comparable to nationalised brands of Micromax and Karrbon, LG needed a product which could lift its hope of creating a brand image in smartphones and new entries in Mobile technology. The Android running LG P500 Optimus one does just that.
The LG Optimus One may not be your average killer gadget, but it sports a tempting pricetag, solid build, a nice looking set of features and Android 2.2 Froyo. And with the Optimus One in your hand, you are free to mock and tease those seemingly superior phones, which are still stuck on Eclair – now that’s priceless!
Indeed, the Optimus One offers an awesome price-to-features ratio among modern Android smartphones. With 1 million units sold already, the LG Optimus One P500 seems to be a popular option and it’s not difficult to see why.
True, it’s only got a moderately clocked CPU running at 600MHz, but with the performance boost from Froyo it feels reasonably fast and responsive most of the time and the plenty amounts of RAM give it enough app-toggling punch. that is 512 mb if you twiching your eyebrows.
The TFT capacitive touchscreen, is pleasing to the eye. Sharp colours and good contrast makes the display more appealing. Expecting to compare it with the picture sharness and colour depth with Iphone would be fool’s gold, but nevertheless Divx movies and youtube vidoes look good on its 3.2 widescreen. I had plugged in a hollywood movie “Deja Vu” while on an overnight bus ride, the sufficiently wide screen did not trouble the eye and the 129gm phone hardly was a bother holding it for 2 hrs straight at video viewing level.
The touch reception is very surprisingly good for a phone in this range , and playing Angry Birds is a treat. The lag if ever there is because of the little juice the phones graphics acceleration lacks, but not cause of the touch screen
Jules Verne did a splendid job immortalising the early days of Indian Railways in his “World No. 1” Around-the-world-in-80-days. When Phileas Hogg landed in Bombay Port he boarded the boasted Great Indian Railway from Bombay Port to Calcutta Port (Native Name Hoggers, i’m not going to call Mumbai and Kolkata cause of its non-existence then).
Nothing much has changed since the railways then, except that we now have options of swanky Duronto (Khaate peete jaldi Ghar Pahuchade). Hooligans or Train-Daakoo then, are now replaced by “eager to lift ghagra” eunuchs who harrass coins out of meek labourers and youngsters. But about the “Nicer” things that havent changed is the scenic beauty for which i sometime prefer buying the SL class than “glassed in” AC compartments.
After rolling with close to twenty odd express and hundreds of stations across the length and breath of India including Gitanjali express, Ypr-Hwh Express,Coromandel, Jammu – tawi, (Never forgetting stinking) Punjab Express, Jan Shatabdi, Duronto and Mails & Locals & one Swanky Central Railways Engine, I narrow down to two train routes which enrich the phrase of Incredible Ind-Yeah for its sheer natural beauty, rugged terrain and “Bhai Waah” moments.
1. Short leg of Pune-Mumbai
Tunnels, broad gage, diesel chugs and cliff edge rolling, this train route has it all. And if you happen to travel this leg of the journey during a sunset or sunrise, beta aapka to paisa wasool.
2. Coimbatore se Bangalore Jaane wali Express.
Nilgiris oh Nilgiris!! This journey starts with distant views of these relatively short hills, brushes through plains with lush veggies and farming and then the awe-someness starts when its starts rolling around the hills. Unlike Pune-Mumbai where the train climbs up to couple of MSL metres, here you enjoy ground-level views only. If your’e the blessed one and cross this terrain at sunset when its also drizzling the ominious cloud patterns, meek sun-rays filtering through hopeful gaps and dark silhouttes of the hills on magroves dotted with juicy fruits, so close you could hope to pluck them right off.