Saturday, 30 April 2016

YOUNGER DAYS

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When I Was Younger
I Didn't Get Into Fights
I Didn't Get Familiar With Mild Seven Lights
I Didn't Indulge In Naughty Nights

When I Was Younger
I Never Had A Drink
My Folks I'd Not Hoodwink
Never Got Myself Inked

When I Was Younger
Weekends Were Never Wild
No Chicks Did I Profile
I Was But Like A Child

And Now...Not Much Has Changed

Need To Grow Up :p


Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-
S - Signals
T - Toddlers
U - Underdog
V - Valhalla
W - We
X - Xtra Large

XTRA LARGE


You know what they say about guys who have big feet?

That they always have a hard time finding shoes their size, especially if they're Indians.

As if it wasn't bad enough to have broad as tree-trunk shoulders and a wide as the Titanic hips, nature had to play spoilsport with me even in the foot department. I need size 13 shoes (in some cases size 12 fits just right if it's a little broader towards the anterior end), and I can not explain to you how upset I get every time my shoes wear out and I need to buy a new pair. For me, shopping for shoes is like finding potential brides who perfectly match your 'fair, well-mannered, homely, gentle, intelligent' specifications - they're pretty hard to come by.

I and a few friends of mine - most of us are in our early 30s - have begun playing football religiously every week. So imagine my anxiety when I went looking for football shoes. Apparently, the Indian football boot manufacturers like Vector-X and Nivia do not make shoes beyond size 12. I've already exhausted online retailing options like Flipkart, Ebay, Amazon, Snapdeal, etc. as well. The only brands which produce bigger sizes are the internaional ones like Nike, Puma, Umbro and others, but those shoes cost upwards of ten thousand bucks!

I guess I'm gonna have to continue playing with my Campus Mile running shoes.

We've booked a 9-10 pm slot for tonight at a 5-a-side turf close to my house.

Hasta La Vista...


Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-
S - Signals
T - Toddlers
U - Underdog
V - Valhalla
W - We

Friday, 29 April 2016

WE


We - Just You And Me
We - No Room For Three
We - Young And Carefree
We - Seldom Disagree

We - Whether Near The Sea
We - Or Under A Tree
We - Beneath The Stars Maybe
We - We Need Nobody

There Ain't No Warranty
For Our Sweet Harmony   
We Just Need To Place
'We' Always Before 'Me'

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Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-
S - Signals
T - Toddlers
U - Underdog
V - Valhalla

Thursday, 28 April 2016

VALHALLA


On The Land Of My Brethren That's Always Red
Under The Sky Where A Million Men Bled
I Fall In Battle And Am Left For Dead
And I Know O'er My Grave Not A Tear Shall Be Shed

As My Body Goes Numb And My Throat Goes Dry
And Vultures Circle In The Sky
I Bid My Brothers A Quick Goodbye
I Close My Eyes And Hope To Die

But Soon, To End My Misery
A Young And Lovely Valkyrie
Declares Me Free For Eternity
Valhalla's Going To Welcome Me

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Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-
S - Signals
T - Toddlers
U - Underdog

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

UNDERDOG


I Walk Out Into The Arena
With Everyone Looking At Me
I Don't Have That Spring In My Step
But I Have A Dream In My Heart
Glint In My Eyes
And A Will To Turn The Tide

None In The Crowd Thinks I Stand A Chance
My Friends Pray That I Live Through The Ordeal
The Others Laugh And Mock At Me For My Audacity
But I Have Nothing To Prove, Nothing To Lose,
Just A Will To Hang On, The Skills To Survive,
An Opportunity To Shock, And A Desire To Upset The Odds

But Boy, When I Get Going
And When I End Up Slaying The Giant
The Look I See On Everyone's Faces
Is Something To Relish
Victory Is So Much Sweeter When No One Gives You A Chance
There's Immense Pleasure In Doing Well What People Say You Can Not Do
There's Heavenly Bliss In Becoming The Hero That No One Saw Coming

Ain't So Bad Being The Underdog.

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Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-
S - Signals

Monday, 25 April 2016

TODDLERS

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A classic Hindi movie song from the late 1960s comes to mind as I write this. The song goes like this – “Bachche Mann Ke Sachche, Saari Jag Ke Aankh Ke Taare, Yeh Woh Nanhe Phool Hain Jo Bhagwan Ko Lagtey Pyaare”. The song evokes mixed emotions though. I smile as I think how true the lyrics are, most of the time. Indeed, kids are angels who with their innocence and demeanour can bring smiles on the faces of even the grumpiest amongst us. However, I also hold my breath as I think how far from the truth these lyrics can sometimes seem to be - I can visualise the Devil himself taking cover from the havoc wreaked by kids in their elements.

My son turned two a few months ago. I can’t believe the months flew by so quickly, it seems like only a few months ago that he was born (I guess that’s what long working hours does to the best of us). He has started to bond with me only since the past 6 months or so. He even points at me and laughs hysterically whenever I ask him whether he loves me or his mum more (ROFL@wifey). He only recently started calling me ‘dadda’ (previously, he’d call everyone ‘Maa’, since that was the only word he considered worth the effort).

Before having a kid of my own, I’d always be anxious about dealing with them – I still shiver and wince when I have to deal with kids. Although more than two years of parenthood have obviously taught me quite a lot about how to deal with kids, there are still a lot of things you can do absolutely nothing about.

There are a few axioms (self-evident truths that do not require proof) when it comes to kids. If they do not apply to your kid, either consider yourselves blessed, or brace yourselves for the storm that follows a lull. Some of these axioms are:-

1) Feeding A Toddler = Feeding The Surroundings
Sometimes (read ALWAYS), it simply isn’t possible to make your kid sit still while feeding him/her. Kids like to be on the move, shuttling from one parent’s lap to the other’s, then jumping onto a couch, proceeding to the floor, and maybe even considering rolling into bed – all while still eating. In short, kids can get really choosy about the right ambience while having their meals. As a result, you end up with more food at the spots mentioned above than in the child’s mouth.
Here’s a tip on finding out whether or not any random person has a kid – check whether his/her clothes have food stains.

2) Ain't No Place That’s Out Of Reach
As adults, you’re always trying your best to keep things that are delicate, valuable or harmful out of your kid’s reach. But no matter how hard you try, your kid will eventually learn how to get it. So brace yourselves for a kid who will eventually figure out what to climb onto in order to reach mobile phones kept at the farthest ends of high furniture, who will reach out for door latches and lock you inside bathrooms and toilets, who will fish out that important document hidden in a secret compartment of your office bag and tear it to smithereens, and much more. There’s absolutely nothing you’re going to be able to do to prevent these things from happening. All you can do is try your best, resign to fate and keep your fingers (and toes) crossed.

3) Kids Say The Darndest Things
Kids can embarrass you in public. Since they are innocent, they rarely (read NEVER) think about the repercussions of their words or actions. Also, you need to be extra careful about what you say in front of kids. Like this one kid who got so used to his dad calling his father-in-law a gorilla that he one fine day messed up a family gathering by saying something like “Daddy, can I sit with Gorilla for some time?” Thankfully, I don’t point out animals at public gatherings.

4) Risky Affairs
There are certain risks parents of a naughty, quick or curious kid should NEVER EVER take. These are:-

a) Leaving a kid without a diaper on for more than 2 minutes; unless you like to clean freshly and generously released poop and pee  

b) Leaving him/her in a room alone for even a minute, with easy access to things that could turn out to be recipes for disaster – Here’s a tip…if you’ve left your kid alone in a room and suddenly realise that your kid hasn’t made a sound for a while, you should get really worried and prepare yourselves to be welcomed by the sight of torn papers, missing laptop keys, talcum powder on the sofa and the floor, pain balm smeared on hands and legs, etc.

It might sound like an exaggeration, but even a minute of negligence on your part could potentially make your entire day’s schedule spin crazily out of control

5) Bura Waqt Aur Tantrums Kabhi Bhi Aa Sakte Hain
Here’s another thing about toddlers…when they are not allowed to have things their way, they resort to throwing tantrums. So whether it is wailing out loud, or throwing things on the floor, or flailing their limbs out to smack you in the face or lying down in protest in the middle of the road, these are all part of a well-devised strategy to convince adults. Sometimes, however, there might be no apparent reason for throwing tantrums. They simply make an appearance, almost like a demonic possession. So imagine sitting with your kid watching a cartoon show and all of a sudden he/she drags his/her body to the floor and starts wailing – you don’t know whether it was the visual of Jerry hitting Tom that upset him, or whether he/she hates the Hindi dubbing, or whether he abhors the ads, or whether you took more than your share of popcorn. All you can do is try to divert his/her attention and/or pray that it stops.

6) A Gentle Pat On The Head Can Be Moments Away From A Resonating Slap On the Face
It goes without saying that parents of a toddler don multiple roles. Yours truly proudly plays bath-giver, cleaner, feeder, football coach, first aid guy, hairdresser, shoe-fitter, mattress, jumping board, punching bag, complaint box, horse/donkey…as you can see, the job description does not explicitly and exhaustively define the required skill sets and tasks that need to be performed. Obviously, the job could leave you exhausted and out of breath. Accordingly, some day your kid might decide that dad/mom needs some moments of quiet and a head massage. So, while you’re sitting on the couch and your kid is gently patting your back and massaging your head and shoulders, make sure that you do not interrupt his little game, lest he/she lands a smackeroni (read slap) on your head and face.

7) Gadgets That Do Not Work Fast Enough Will Come Crashing To The Floor At Supersonic Speed
Pacifiers and Distractors (read gadgets…yeah yeah, judge me now) should not regularly get into loading or buffering mode. If patience is not a virtue that your kid possesses, a slow device could spell trouble, because for a toddler, things that do not work deserve to be dropped on the floor. Gorilla Glass is the greatest technological marvel I tell you!

8) The World's Fiercest Battles Are Fought At The Wash Basin
If you think the Third Battle of Panipat and the Battle of Haldighati were the fiercest conflicts in history, wait till it’s time to brush your little feller’s teeth. Flailing limbs and thrashing heads are known to inflict heavy damage on parents the world over. The Battle of the Pearly Whites is clearly right up there among the fiercest clashes in history. 

9) A Face Wash Or A Hand Wash Could Eventually Lead To A Bath
Most kids love water. Some kids like to share the love. Like Saint Peter, they seek more than what’s offered in the original deal – “Not just my feet, but my hands and head as well”. Consequently, what was initially intended to be a mere hand or face wash could soon turn into a full-fledged bath. For the benefit of the uninitiated, that translates into additional tasks like wiping with a towel, making sure the hair is dry, changing into dry clothes, changing your own clothes (not exaggerating), and many more.

10) Kids Believe In Being Down To Earth
Imagine yourselves getting ready for a function at an open ground/lawn. You’re all decked up in your suits and sarees, your shoes are perfectly polished, your toenails are looking divine. You’ve dressed up your toddler as well, and he/she is looking like a miniature version of a Greek God/Goddess. The evening promises to be an opportunity for a perfect family picture. Alas, the first thing your kid does when he/she sets foot at the venue is to have a mud bath or to roll in the grass, and nothing you say is about to make him/her stop. Sounds familiar? Well, to say that kids love nature would be an understatement. Oh, by the way, this also means that your own clothes are doomed, coz guess who’s gonna have to pick up your dusty kid?

So, there you go. I sincerely hope this helps you, although I'm almost certain that no amount of preparation can guarantee you a smooth ride.

Toddlers will be toddlers after all.

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Saturday, 23 April 2016

SIGNALS

The enemy troops were in sight now. As the spies had rightly informed, they were about 500 men, all riding on the backs of the finest Arabian horses. They were coming on fast.

But Agrasen, commander of King Suryadev's light cavalry unit, did not seem impressed. His cold face did not betray any emotions or feelings, not that he had a reputation for being emotional anyway. He signalled his men to ready themselves for combat by pulling out their swords and weapons, but warned them against moving forward or making any move whatsoever until he gave them the appropriate signal.

The enemy got closer.

Agrasen held his hand out, asking them to hold.

The enemy got to a stone's throwing distance.

His hand was still held out.

The enemy inched close enough for Agrasen and his men to get a whiff of their horribly putrid body odour.

Finally, Agrasen broke the deadlock by lifting his right arm and turning his palm over and back.


His men were filled with disbelief, but obeyed and sped off on their horses, leaving him to fend for himself.

Poor knowledge of signals can be fatal, more so if you're a leader yourself.

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A - Arsenal

ROOM FOR TWO

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She heard the voice again.

Janice sprang off the bed and curled herself behind it, hoping to stay out of sight. Her heart was pounding heavily. It was a bone-chilling cold December night, and yet she could feel huge beads of sweat roll down her face. She was shaking and tears began to stream down her face, but she was careful not to make a sound. She began to pray in the hope of some sort of divine intervention.

And then she heard that voice again.

"I'm sure you have room for two...can I live with you?"

This was the twentieth time Janice had heard this question since the time she had moved into the room that afternoon. But she didn't respond.

Janice had only recently enrolled into the local university. Although the university had its own hostel, she was not open to the idea of spending her nights in a crowded dormitory. She had been lucky enough to find this room, that too at dirt cheap rates. She had overheard rumours about the room being spooky and previous inhabitants behaving a little crazy, but the prospect of assured privacy had been too hard to resist. She was now beginning to rue her decision. But she was determined to survive he night and move out the first thing in the morning.

The invisible entity, seemingly feminine persisted, "I'm sure you have room for two...can I live with you?"

"Why?", Janice mustered up some courage, although she was still unable to see where the voice was coming from.

"I'm lonely."

Silence.

The entity asked again, "I'm sure you have room for two...can I live with you?"

"OKAY!", Janice retorted, almost as if out of irritation, or probably in the hope that the entity would let her be if she gave in to her request.

The Spirit then possessed her body. Janice had now lost all control.

But she distinctly heard herself say, "Thank you Janice!", and let out a sinister laugh.


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Thursday, 21 April 2016

QWERTY

My son Nigel is almost 2 and a half years old now, although he looks older due to his height and body structure. Like most kids, he's a cute li'l bundle of energy. He's also very curious and inquisitive, and likes to explore the unknown.

He loves to take stuff and examine them closely. This trait once cost me very dearly.

Of course, I'd like to clarify that my son, who was then only was only 17 months old was only trying to put his learnings into practice. His mum (my wife, duh) had only recently begun teaching him the English alphabet. So when he found my laptop unattended, it is only natural to assume that he did not understand the reason why his dad's device had letters of the English alphabet arranged so randomly. Hence, he tried to help his dad by doing this:-


Needless to say, I was seething with rage beaming with pride when I found the remnants of my laptop.


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Wednesday, 20 April 2016

PALLBEARER


Don't Let Him Down, Dear Pallbearer
Don't Let Him Down Just Yet
Let The Weight Entrusted To You Be Carried With Grace
Keep Your Chin Up, Grip Steady, Don't Fret

You May Or May Not Know The Dead Man
But Remember This Needs To Be Done
Coz Sooner Or Later, When Your Own Story's Over
This Job Will Be Done By Someone

Pallbearer - A person helping to carry or officially escorting a coffin at a funeral.

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A - Arsenal

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time, there was a blogger named CRD. He did not blog as often as many others, because somehow, he could write stuff only when he was overcome with emotions. According to him, every post needed to be well thought out, pondered upon for hours and edited and re-written a dozen times. - whether positive or negative. This way, he delivered a maximum of 20 blog posts a year, but he was happy and content with his stuff. Life was good.

Then one day, he decided to take up the A to Z Challenge - April 2016. The challenge required him to post on every single day in the month (barring Sundays). This was in stark contrast to his writing style, because he thought he could not write impromptu. Nevertheless, he eventually reckoned he needed to post with more regularity, and therefore he decided to take up the challenge. 

Initially, he managed to do a decent job. He mustered up a lot of pain and efforts to come up with the first 14 posts, ranging from the letters A to N. Of course, there were a couple of awfully shitty posts along the way, but he was delighted to have written a few posts that he was damn proud of as well.

As expected, however, along came the letter O and put a spanner in his smooth run. Suddenly, CRD did not know what to write about. To be fair to him, he did narrow down on a few possible topics to write about - Oxymorons, Oxygen, Omelette - but he couldn't proceed with them. He thought he might probably post something on these topics in the near future, but today? Oh no, not today. Today was a really bad bland boring day.

It sure was an off day.

Wish me better luck for tomorrow. Peace out and good night.


Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-

A - Arsenal

Sunday, 17 April 2016

NO COMMENTS


Hey you, welcome to my blog
Don't steer clear of a dialogue 
Can you feel me?
Hey you, here to read my post 
Tell me what you liked the most 
Can you feel me?
Hey you, please tell me you loved the content
Please don't move out without a comment.

Hey you, I know you love to read
Please don't label this as greed
Please oblige me
Hey you, out there for some fun
Liked the humor? Liked the puns? 
Please oblige me
Hey you, don't you know what we bloggers detest?
I need to know whether you're impressed

Believe us it ain't easy
I spend hours to write
But you can't see
No matter how much I beg
No comments do I see
And yet my traffic looks great.

Hey you, I spend hours on my posts
But you just come and read and go 
Why ignore me?
Hey you, cheering for the womenfolk
And avoiding all the blokes 
Why ignore me?
Hey you, don't say there's no time to remark
Takes only a minute, please save this blog.

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P.S. - In case you aren't a fan of Pink Floyd, or in case you simply didn't notice, this song is to be sung to the tune of the band's classic song 'Hey You'.


Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-

A - Arsenal

Friday, 15 April 2016

MAJORITY WINS

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The first rays of the 'Sunday' sun crept in through the gap in the curtains and fell on Simone's face. She jumped out of bed without caring to completely peel off the blanket. She checked her smartphone, wondering why the alarm hadn't gone off at 8 am. It was already 8:30 am, which meant that as usual, it was now going to be tough for them to get ready and reach Church in time for the Sunday morning 9 am mass. Nevertheless, the zealous Catholic woman that she was, she decided that with a little effort and prodding, they could still make it.

She tugged and nudged at her husband, "Blaine, wake up! It's time to go to Church. Let's not get late like last time!"

Blaine stayed concealed under the blanket and barely managed to moan back, "Aww...lemme sleep."

"Sweetheart, wake up NOW!" The nudges now turned into heaves and minor punches.

"Hey....stop that!", his voice was now loud and clear, but he still remained blanket-bound.

"WAKE UP YOU LAZY PIG!", her relatively gentle requests suddenly made way for a more aggressive and genuine approach. She knew how much he disliked going to Church. "We all want to go to Church, don't be such a dick!"

"All want to go? Who all?"

"Me, your mom and your dad. It's three against one. Let's go!"

He pulled off the blanket and sat upright on the bed, revealing flaming red demonic eyes, flaring nostrils and slimy clenched teeth. The voices within him snapped back in unison, "IT'S FIVE AGAINST YOU THREE...MAJORITY WINS!"

Of course, he then lay himself down, pulled the blanket back over his body and they went back to enjoy their Sunday morning snooze.


Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-

A - Arsenal

Thursday, 14 April 2016

LET IT BE


Olaf bent down to get closer to his partner's ear and whispered, "Any luck?".

"Patience!", Len barked back, almost as if he was sure that no one was in the vicinity, "I only got two hands!"

"Here, use this wrench."

"What the...you had this with you all along?"

Olaf stifled a sheepish smile, but was unable to conceal his embarrassment. He'd always had the reputation of being quick on his feet and not too quick in his thinking.

"All I need to do now...", Len said to break the awkwardness, "...is to give this a li'l twist, and...", there was a click and a clang and the door to the cellar creaked open.

The sight inside the cellar left the men spellbound. Scores of boxes lay strewn across the floor. They were all half open, partly revealing what they concealed. The men could make out gold ornaments, wads of currency notes and other valuables. They seemed to be at least fifty years old. There were also scores of well-sealed bottles of rum on the floor. This was nothing like what they had ever seen in their ten years of burglary. Len picked up one bottle from off the floor, forced it open and took a long swig. He had heard that rum rarely ever went bad, and that statement never felt truer than today. He coughed as the strong alcohol cut into his throat, and offered the bottle to Olaf to take in a few sips.

"How old must all this stuff be?". Olaf enquired, after quenching his thirst.

"At least 70 years old", Len shot back, "This is probably from around the time the Second World War was on."

"And what's that?", Olaf asked, pointing over Len's shoulder.

It was an eerie looking wooden chest, with a ghoulish looking lid, corners and metal mounts. It was almost as if the chest was itself warning onlookers to stay away.

"Treasure!", Len retorted in excitement, "Wonder what's in there. Well, it's time to find out.", he said as he gripped the wrench and began to get ready to work on it.

"Wait", Olaf protested, "What's that carved on the lid?"

Len looked at it carefully. "Well, it says 'Let It Be'"

Olaf was beginning to have a bad feeling about this. "Well then, let's leave this one untouched."

"Are you crazy?", Len laughed, and got back to work.

It took Len and Olaf almost 20 minutes to open the chest, and the creature inside only a few seconds to swallow them whole.

By and large, it is better to let bygones be bygones.

Besides, can't say they hadn't been warned.


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A - Arsenal

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

KUWAIT


Yours truly was born in Kuwait in the early 80s and lived there till the age of eight. In 1990, my parents brought me, my younger brother and younger sister on a summer vacation to India. Mid-way through our vacation, the Iraq invasion of Kuwait took place, and we had to stay back in India.

Dad went back to Kuwait after a few months, and Mom went to Oman to give us a decent livelihood. But me and my siblings stayed back in India and continued our education here. Eventually Dad and Mom came back in 1994 and we've all lived together since then.

If you ask me what I remember about my life in Kuwait, I'd say maybe our house, our phone number, my school, a few teachers and classmates, a few friends, and the food.

But hey, coming to India was the best thing to happen to me. Ain't no place like India, no kidding!

I wouldn't mind going back to Kuwait for a short holiday though. 


Previous posts in the A to Z Challenge - April 2016:-

A - Arsenal

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

JUDAS

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Woe Is You, 'Traitor'
Woe Is You, Indeed

You, Whose Name The World Has Cursed
For More Than Two Thousand Years
Your Fate Had Always Been Sealed By Scriptures

You, Who Had To Stick With The Plan
You, Who Chose To Bloody Your Hands
You, Whose Mission The World Doesn't Understand

You, Who Finally, Filled With Remorse
On Leaving The Saviour To Die On A Cross
Hung From A Tree, To Grieve The Insurmountable Loss

The World Remembers You For Your Betrayal With A Kiss
It Has Cursed You For Eternity For Your Treacherous Remiss 
It Has Damned And Condemned You To An Eternal Abyss

And Yet, Though They Say You Should've Never Been Born
T'was The Divine Plan I Think That Decided Your Fall
We Must Remember, We've All Sinned, We Can't Cast A Stone...

"Let him that is without sin cast the first stone" - The Bible, John 8:7

Judas Iscariot was one of Jesus' Twelve disciples, whose name has come to be used synonymously with betrayal and treason. The Bible says that he betrayed Jesus to the Jewish authorities for thirty silver coins, eventually leading to Jesus' crucifixion and death. However, he was overcome with remorse, threw away the silver, and hanged himself.

The scriptures say that Jesus' betrayal and death was all part of a divine plan to teach humanity the path of forgiveness and redemption. Jesus died on Good Friday, only to rise after three days on Easter Sunday. Yet, somehow, humanity has been unforgiving of Judas, so much so that the name is cursed and no one uses it any more.

Monday, 11 April 2016

ILLUSIONS

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Life Might Be A Reality
But It Is Tainted
Stained By A Million Illusions
Blemished By Hopes And Trepidations

We Build Ourselves Humongous Castles 
On Sands Of Dreams And Aspirations
We Coccoon Ourselves With Hopes Of Calm And Unyielding Happiness,
Of Serenity, Togetherness and Other Enchanting Apparitions

We Also Have Phantasmic Visions
Of Impending Dangers, Of Death, Of Gore,
We Muddle Our Thoughts With Gory Hallucinations
Of Charred Bodies And Scarred Souls

But Then Again, I Wonder
What Life Would Be Without Our Illusions
Without Things To Strive For, Things To Protect Ourselves Against,
Life Would Be Nothing But A Lifeless Misconception

“Please, don’t destroy people’s lies, their illusions, because if you destroy their illusions they will not be able to live at all; they will collapse.”
 - Friedrich Nietzsche

Sunday, 10 April 2016

HORROR - THE GENRE OF GENRES



A lot of people like horror movies. A lot many can't stand horror, and wonder why the hell some of us love the genre so much. Horror fans like me somehow can't fully explain why they love the genre so much - maybe it's the thrills, the chills and the edge-of-the-seat action, or maybe it's the endless supply of sleaze and eye-candy. The horror genre is the best in many ways, and although I wouldn't be able to do justice to glorify it, I feel like I need to write this so let the uninitiated know what they're missing out on.

Horror fans almost always get the bad end of the stick, because we love movies that pay tribute to death, gore, blood, monsters, ghosts, and sometimes (read almost always) generous dosages of heavenly bodies. We’re perceived to be twisted and disturbed, Satanic, and maybe even a wee psychotic? However, let's face it, all of us are a little 'crazy in the head' in our own little private lives, so what's wrong with enjoying a little bit of the morbid stuff. 

Being a horror fan can be rewarding. Since most of the people who are reading this post are humans, and since humans are not easily convinced unless they are presented with multiple point-reinforced justifications, here's presenting five reasons why horror is good.
  1. People who love horror movies are perceived to be bravehearts - To our advantage, people who love watching horror movies (especially those who watch such movies alone) are thought to be brave and courageous. Of course, not many of the outsiders know that we ourselves sometimes (not me, honestly) pee in our pants while watching. It's something like riding in a rollercoaster - we all know that the ride can be scary, but we all also know that the experience is not gonna kill us at the end of the day.
  2. A badly made horror movie is comedy - Horror fanatics sometimes are exposed to a whole lot of badly made movies. But that doesn't dampen our moods, it actually can be a mood-lifter. That's because badly-made horror movies are ultimately comedies - and some of them can be hillarious ROFL-stuff. If you ever decide to watch 'Manos - The Hands of Fate', you'll know what I mean.
  3. Action-packed - Almost every horror movie has its share of sleaze. Since horror fans are almost always watching the movie alone, this means an opportunity for a lot of privacy and unadulterated adult-rated fun.
  4. Source of employment - More often than not, actors who ran out of work earlier than they intended eventually find meaty roles in horror flicks. Closer home, actors like Prem Chopra, Vijay Raaz, Sharad Saxena, Shakti Kapoor, MacMohan, Kiran Kumar and many others regularly featured in B-Grade horror flicks by the Ramsay Brothers. In short, watching horror movies is our way of keeping the industry alive and supporting so many actors.
  5. Connecting people - There's no better way to get people (especially of the opposite sex) closer than watching a horror movie together. The twists and turns and kilolitres of blood spilt offer thousands of opportunities for your crushes to reach out for your hand and shoulder. Of course, if you both are equally scared, it amounts to nothing and you should probably go attend a satsang or something.
Hope I have managed to convert a few people.

Alas, there is no escape now. If you do not watch a horror movie within the next week, you will be cursed with a 1000 sleepless nights due to visitations by an evil spirit (no, not the whiskey/vodka/tequila kind).

Bwahahahahahah* (evil laughter).


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