About | bluTrumpet

I got this domain as my 34th BIRTHDAY GIFT from my MAA. So, I wanna dedicate her some memories! Made by generative AI (KLING AI 3.0)

I'm Sourajit Saha, a tech-obsessed content creator and web developer based in Kānchrāpāra, West Bengal, India. My world revolves around the bleeding edge of technology — from AI breakthroughs to humanoid robotics that are quietly reshaping civilization.

Gaming is one of my deepest passions, and I back it up with serious hardware. I run a beast of a rig — an RTX 4090 paired with an Intel i9-12900K and 64GB of DDR5 RAM — built for maximum performance in every title I throw at it. On the creative side, my MacBook keeps my workflow smooth for blogging, web development, and content creation.

AI is where my heart truly lies, and I genuinely believe it will transform every dimension of human life. From intelligent assistants to generative models, I actively explore, test, and compare tools like ChatGPT, Grok, Claude, Gemini, and Perplexity to understand what the future of intelligence really looks like.

I'm fascinated by humanoid robots and pet robots — the idea of machines that can coexist with humans on a personal level excites me enormously. I plan to own robots in the future, because I see them not as science fiction but as an inevitable part of everyday living.

As a blogger and web developer, I channel my tech obsession into content that educates and engages readers about AI, gadgets, and the digital world. My blog is my platform to document the future as it unfolds — one breakthrough at a time.

The Story Behind bluTrumpet

bluTrumpet wasn't built by accident — it was built with intention.

At its heart, bluTrumpet exists for one simple but powerful reason: to make people excited about Artificial Intelligence. In a world where AI is evolving faster than most people can keep up with, there is a growing need for a space that doesn't just report the news but actually ignites curiosity — a place that pulls readers in, breaks down complex ideas, and leaves them feeling energized about the future rather than overwhelmed by it.

That mission is deeply personal. bluTrumpet was born from a genuine, burning love for AI and modern technology — a fascination that goes beyond headlines and into the real soul of what these innovations mean for human life. Every article, every piece of content published under the bluTrumpet name carries that same enthusiasm, that same belief that technology, when understood, is one of the most empowering forces in the world.

And bluTrumpet doesn't stand alone. It is proudly backed by Grokstar Games, its parent company — a brand that has already built a strong and growing presence across social media platforms including Instagram, Facebook, and X (formerly Twitter). That foundation gives bluTrumpet both the reach and the credibility to carry its voice further, connecting with audiences who share the same passion for AI, tech, and the exciting possibilities of tomorrow.

This is more than a blog. It's a movement for the curious, the forward-thinking, and the endlessly enthusiastic. Contact for more details.

I was born on the 17th of March, 1992 — a spring child, arriving in the quiet, familiar embrace of Kanchrapara. A town that doesn't roar like the big cities, but hums with its own rhythm, its own soul. And somewhere in that rhythm, my heartbeat found its home.

I never pretended to be anything other than what I am — a mamma's boy, unapologetically, proudly, even today. There is a quiet strength in holding onto a mother's love not as a crutch, but as a compass. Through every season of my life, that bond has remained my truest north. Some things don't need to change, and some loves don't need an explanation.

But if my mother gave me roots, it was my grandfather who gave me wings — and a football.

At barely one to one and a half years old, still unsteady on my feet, I was already walking alongside him toward Barrack Field. The morning air, the open green, the distant thud of a ball against the earth — these weren't just sights and sounds to me. They were my first language. I may not have understood the game then, but the game understood me. It planted something deep inside my chest that never quite left.

I grew up chasing that feeling on real grass, running, falling, getting back up, feeling the beautiful exhaustion of a sport that demands everything from you and gives even more in return. Football wasn't just a game I played — it was a conversation between me and the world, a way of expressing something words couldn't hold.

And then life evolved, as it always does.

Today, I chase that same feeling on a screen — but not just any game. I chose UFL, because I refuse to settle for less than what feels real. Not EA FC 26, not eFootball — UFL, with its weight, its physics, its honesty. Because after a lifetime of loving football in its truest form, I know the difference between a game that mimics the sport and one that respects it. When I play, somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm still that little boy at Barrack Field, holding my grandfather's hand, watching the world move in beautiful, unpredictable ways — just like the beautiful game itself.

Kanchrapara made me. My mother shaped me. My grandfather sparked something in me. And football — real or virtual — has carried that spark ever since.

The Sea, and the Shore I Left Behind

The first time I saw the sea, I forgot how to breathe.

It was Puri — golden, vast, and endlessly alive. We had come as a family, and nothing could have prepared me for that first moment when the horizon simply refused to end. I had seen water before, but never water like this — water that had its own voice, its own temper, its own heartbeat. I stood there for a moment that felt both incredibly short and impossibly long, the wind pulling at me like the ocean was trying to introduce itself.

And then I ran.

I ran the way you only run when no one is judging, when joy takes over your legs before your mind can catch up. The sand shifted beneath my feet, the waves chased me like old friends playing a game, and I laughed — the kind of laughter that comes from somewhere deep and unguarded. The cold water swirled around my ankles and for that one afternoon, I was completely, purely free.

Then came the horse.

Riding along the shore at Puri is something I will carry inside me for the rest of my life. The horse moved with a quiet confidence, steady against the sound of crashing waves, and I sat on its back feeling oddly royal — a boy from Kanchrapara, riding alongside the Bay of Bengal. The sea breeze hit my face, the shore stretched endlessly ahead, and the whole world felt generous and wide open. It was one of those rare moments where life delivers exactly what it promises.

But that was then.

Somewhere along the way, the world outside lost its pull on me. Maybe I gave too much of myself to those adventures, or maybe home simply became too beautiful to leave. Now, the thought of packing a bag, of navigating crowded places and unfamiliar beds, fills me with a quiet exhaustion I can't quite explain. I am, without any shame, deeply, completely homesick — not for a place I've left, but for the one I'm already in.

My home is my world now. I've shaped it to fit me — every corner arranged just the way I like, every quiet hour spent exactly as I choose. There is no itinerary, no rush, no compromise. Just me, my space, and the comfort of a life that feels genuinely mine. Some people find themselves by traveling far. I found myself by finally staying still.

Puri will always be that luminous memory — the sea, the sand, the horse, the family, the laughter. But home? Home is where I belong, today and every day after.

The photo was not from my 34th birthday — it was taken a few years ago on a birthday, so it has that birthday-special feeling to it. I have a certain excitement around birthdays, but I do not really like celebrating them. Most of the gifting ends up being things I buy for myself. Shopping is the main. Birthday is just the excuse. Crimson Desert and bluTrumpet were gifts from my mother. 2026 feels like a fresh start. Turning 34 is going to bring a lot of changes. I am leaning back into professional blogging the way I once did back in 2014.

My mother is my favorite person in the world and my closest friend. I sometimes feel that bluTrumpet is doing well partly because she was the one who gifted it to me. Around the same time, I had started two or three other blogs, but they did not survive. To be fair, I made a mistake midway through — I changed their domains, which confused Google and caused their rankings to drop. Those blogs are now 301 redirected to bluTrumpet.

Looking at the photo, this cake was most likely the last birthday cake I ever had. These days, I do not feel like buying cakes anymore. No fuss, no grand gestures — just simplicity. And honestly, that feels right.

I am not entirely sure who bought that cake, whether it was my friends or my father. The memory is a little hazy now. What I do remember clearly is that staying home on my birthday never appealed to me back then. I always wanted to be somewhere else, somewhere new. I have spent birthdays in Goa, Digha, Mumbai, and several other places. Travelling on my birthday just felt natural — like the best way to mark the day without making too much of it.

Things are different now. The excitement is still there, but it shows up differently. Less cake, more shopping. Less celebration, more intention.

Even as a school kid, I had two sides to me. Sometimes I was quiet and calm, keeping to myself. Other times, I loved the noise — the chaos, the energy of it all.

Football was my passion. Math and computer science were my reasons to show up to school. Those three things pretty much defined my school life.

Time has moved on. Math is no longer part of my world. Football, too, has faded — I don't play anywhere now. But there's an old football sitting in my room, a relic from years gone by. Every now and then, I kick it around inside, just to feel something familiar.

And computers? They've become everything. There is nothing bigger in my life right now than this screen in front of me.

I miss the old life. That boy, that field, that noise.

Snoopy's arrival into our home — and his leaving — became one of the most significant turning points of my life. Right after he came, I buried myself in work. There was no time for myself, no time for family, and — most painfully — no time for him. When he was gone, a strange emptiness settled in. The kind that doesn't make noise, but fills every corner of a room.

Then my parents left too — not forever, but away. And in the most unexpected way, the whole world I knew quietly stepped back from me. I had never felt so alone. So I worked. That was my way of forgetting. There were days I pushed through twenty hours without stopping — not out of ambition, but out of a need to drown out the silence.

When my parents came back, life found some of its rhythm again. But something had changed in me permanently. A hunger for work had taken root — deep, stubborn, and unrelenting. It hasn't left since.

Losing my uncle hurt in a way that's hard to put into words. He was my biggest fan. Whenever I bought a new gadget, his excitement was something else entirely — pure, genuine joy, as if the happiness was his own.Even now, when I sit down to design my blog, I think of him. And somewhere in that thought is a quiet comfort — that he's watching, and that he's proud.

My First Encounter with Computers

My very first glimpse of a computer was at a neighbor's house — an uncle who lived nearby. The sight of that big monitor, the CPU, and the printer left quite an impression on me. My immediate reaction? I could never do this. This isn't for me.

Then computers arrived at school in Class 6. I came home and pestered my mother relentlessly — I needed one of those machines, or I simply wouldn't be able to do my school projects. If I'm being honest, the projects had nothing to do with it. What I really wanted was to play IGI, the legendary game of that era.

Interestingly, I always had a deep passion for coding. These days, of course, AI writes all the code — which has only made me progressively lazier.

The photo is most likely from around Class 7 or 8. My father had bought me that computer, and it cost ₹22,000 at the time. Today, that same amount can get you a 16GB DDR5 RAM stick — funny how the world turns.

The More Things Change…

The monitor in this photo is the same old CRT, the keyboard and speakers too — all familiar faces. The only newcomer is the mouse.

I was having a conversation with my mother when someone quietly snapped this picture. I later cropped it and ran it through an AI enhancement tool — though the result wasn't quite what I'd hoped for. The photo was already quite old to begin with, and the model used for enhancement was fairly outdated too. Had I used something like Nano Banana 2, it would have come out looking almost like a real-time photograph.

You can also spot the mousepad in quite a sorry state. And in the background, a bed — back then, my computer room doubled as a bedroom. Things look very different now. That same corner is occupied by a 2-seater swing chair today. The bed is long gone.

Funny how a single frame can hold so much time.

Gaming is Becoming a Rich Man's Hobby — And That's a Problem

Came across a post on Twitter today that really got me thinking. Gaming components have become so absurdly expensive that it's slowly turning into an exclusive hobby for the wealthy. And that simply isn't right.

If you want a mass market, you need mass-friendly prices. It's not a complicated equation.

Just a few days ago, I picked up Crimson Desert and Cricket 26 — and the total came to ₹9,000. For two games. That's a number that a huge chunk of potential players simply cannot justify spending.

Gaming was never meant to be a luxury. It was meant to be for everyone — the casual player, the passionate teenager, the working-class adult unwinding after a long day. Pricing people out of that experience isn't just bad ethics, it's bad business. Keep all kinds of users in mind. Not just the ones with deep pockets.

I've been playing games since Class 1 or 2. I'm 34 now — and the love hasn't dimmed even a little. My current GPU is the RTX 4090, which is no slouch by any measure. But I'll be honest — there's a quiet temptation brewing. I've been eyeing the RTX 5090, mostly for the DLSS 5 features. The improvements it brings to the table are hard to ignore for someone who takes their gaming seriously. Three decades of playing, and I'm still chasing the next frame. Some things never change.

A Dream, Finally Fulfilled

Ever since I was very young, I had one quiet wish — to have someone draw a portrait of me. Now, of course, AI can do almost anything. But what makes this different is that it came from a person. I reached out to Sree, a school friend — a junior of mine — and asked if she'd be willing to draw me. And she did.

The photo on the left was taken with a camera auto-timer, catching me mid-dance. Shot on a Google Pixel 2, it was quite low quality to begin with — and after cropping so heavily to get this frame, the resolution took a further hit. What you see here has been restored using Remini. The portrait on the right is Sree's work. Her drawing. I can't thank her enough for making a childhood dream come true.