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Thanks for the memories, Chester Bennington

Rock means screaming at the top of one’s voice with ear-shattering annoying music, that’s all I believed up until the beginning of my high schools. Rock music had already made its way into the minds and playlists of the so-called ‘cool’ kids and the cronies that followed them. I remained in my own bubble of Arijit Singh and occasional Justin Bieber and Carly Rae Jepsen, that was the time when Hip-Hop was omnipresent, Rap was trending and Punjabis had taken the responsibility of producing more rappers than their wheat-production, and Rock Music was the new cool. Somehow Linkin Park happened and it was a very enlightening phenomenon which made me look at rock music with a completely different perspective. And when I look back now, it was doorway that led to a whole new musical world of Heavy Metal, Alternative Rock, Hard Rock, Alternative Metal, Rap Rock, Electronic in Rock, songs that infuses adrenaline from your ears in your blood rushing through your veins to your heart that beats on the sound of the pure hard rock metal music, music that can bring dead back to life.

I remember the mornings I started with listening to ‘One Step Closer’ and hours I’ve spent in my washroom trying to scream
I’ve given up
I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away
I’m suffocating!
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me!
like Chester, I remember the lunch breaks in which we discussed whether your best screamer is ‘Given Up’ or ‘Numb’ or ‘One Step Closer’ and a substantial part of my growing out of teenage to an early grown-up life motivated and celebrated with your music.
If Eminem is Rap God, Chester was undisputed unbeatable God of Rock and Screaming. His piercings, his tattoos, his hair styles and his powerful ear-splitting voice will remain embedded in the history of rock music. His death is an irreparable loss to the Rock music industry and a lesson to all of us proving that no matter how big a legend you are, drugs can fuck you up, so bad that you may decide to end up your life, leaving behind an irreplaceable void.
Now when I’m writing this blog while listening to your songs, I finally realize what you meant when you said

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don’t resent me
And when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

You will always be there in our playlists and our hearts but Rock Music will never be the same.
RIP Chester Charles Bennington.

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man reviewed

What would you do if you get some cool major-league superpowers like the Spidey? Fight crime? Save the world?
‘Naah! There are people who handle this sort of thing’
To show-off, to win friends and the most important, to impress a girl in high school, that’s exactly what any 15-year old would do and that’s what makes our friendly neighborhood Spider-man so special. He is not perfect, he messes up real bad, he tries hard to prove himself, he is hungry for praise, he ditches her crush on their first date, he is a jerk but he is awesome. This is not exactly a review, in its stead I’ve made a list of some of the awesome changes in the character of Peter Parker and his alter ego Spider-man Marvel has made that makes the Spider-Man homecoming the best Spider-Man movie so far:

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  1. Backstory: I think everybody in the galaxy is aware of the story of ‘the boy and the radioactive spider’. Although it’s always fun to watch Peter getting bitten and discovering his new powers thereafter, but this time they have done a wise job by skipping that Part and also Uncle Ben’s death, which has not only saved a lot of crucial opening time but also gave space to other much more exciting Spidey adventures.tom
  2. More Peter Parker than ever: Peter Parker is a teenager and heretofore two great actors have played the role yet we’ve never seen justice being done with the character. A lot of people may have a problem with me declaring Tom Holland as the best Spider-Man/Peter Parker because most of us have a deep nostalgic relationship with Tobey Maguire’s Spider-Man including me, I grew up on that but let’s be honest guys, when Tobey was playing Spider-Man, he was 27, when the Amazing Andrew Garfield’s Spiderman came out, he was 28 and it turned out to be a disappointment but Tom Holland (21), he is the perfect Peter Parker. Tom Holland’s Pete is nerd to the core, he is naive, he is socially awkward with a foot still in childhood, he plays Legos with his nerd buddy Ned after school and he has a huge crush on Liz (Laura Harrier), a senior and this time he’s not carrying a camera every where he goes. He is just the way he is meant to be, awesome. Vlogging all the way through the Stark Tower and in the middle of the Civil War was hilarious, director Jon Watts has done a great great job establishing the character as an overwhelmingly excited kid who is just not used to being a Superhero.2017-07-17 (8)
  3. Not actually a superhero: You will not get a lot of swinging around in this movie because Spider-Man is not completely a superhero. He is a regular school going kid with everyday problems, he has to reach school in time, he has got homework, classwork and also Spanish Quizzes along with the back-breaking task of saving the city and proving himself worthy of being an avenger to Mr. Stark. The entire movie is basically about Peter trying to make a balance between his normal life and his superhero life. The simple reason why we could all relate to him is that he is one of us, the way we used to be in our high schools, impossible crush and a bully who never misses any chance to pick on.2017-07-17 (13)
  4. Not Alone: Pete in Spider-Man Homecoming is not a sad loner, he’s got friends and a mentor in Avengers, the Iron Man himself. He’s also got a friend, a sidekick, a confidant, Ned Leeds who is a tech genius and comes up with the stupid idea of impressing Liz with his super spider abilities. The Tony-Parker relationship is awesomely portrayed and is one of the most important aspects of this movie, Tony tries to be like a father for Peter, the type of father both of them never had.2017-07-17 (5)
  5. Costume: This movie has both, the worst and the best Spidey costume so far. The loose and ugly red and blue suit with a hoodie was the best Peter could make, which kind of makes sense. In all the other movies, Peter himself designs his spandex suit which raises questions, if he has such great designing skills, why da faq he sticks to low paying photography job for income?2017-07-17 (4)
    He obviously needed an upgrade, which was done by the ‘genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist’ Tony Stark. The high-tech Spider Man homecoming suit was the coolest suit ever, equipped with 576 web shooter combinations like Taser or Grenade webs, Lazor targeting system, web gliders, holographic display, GPS Tracking system, in-built parachute, artificial intelligence, better vision and with the spider emblem that is actually a drone. One of the best features for me was the vacuum fitting function which allows Peter to slip in and out of the costume very easily. Now you don’t have to wonder how does Peter fits in that thing.
    That is not it, at the end of the movie Peter is offered a new upgraded suit which was the BIGGEST EASTER EGG for Infinity War in the entire movie. The Iron Spider Suit which looked nothing like the comic version of the Iron Spider Suit, has been finally been revealed. The Iron Spider Suit is one bad ass armor whose secret wonders are yet to be unleashed. Beat that Batman!2017-07-17 (7)
  6. Comedy: Spidey is loved for his one-liners and hilarious punches, this movie took it to a whole new level. They have done a great job developing the character of Peter and certainly succeeded in making the most comic accurate Spider-Man ever, much better than the last one, who was very cocky and unfunny. He cannot keep his mouth shut while fighting and goes on messing up more often than not. That Vlogging scene was so amazingly hilarious that it had all the audience rolling in the aisles.liz
  7. Love Life: There was Liz who ultimately left the city, leaving behind Pete and his unfulfilled dreams. Except her, there was no Gwen Stacy or Mary Jane,wait!! Or was there?
    Remember the scene when the strange girl Mitchell says that her friends call her ‘MJ’, that had my spider sense tingling.mj
    What if she is MJ (Mitchell Jones/Mary Jane) in upcoming movies in the Spider-Man series, why else they would focus so much on a weird girl who likes to sketch people in crisis? What if this whole movie was a set-up to introduce MJ and show the relationship building between the two of them?

    What if this entire movie was a set-up to somehow make Spider-Man a part of the Avenger series?
    It makes sense because apart from the post-credit scene there was no big revelation, the movie was just a big wonderful ride in the city of New York where Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man is on the qui vive.

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    The movie is not as intense as it was expected to be, the little action sequences were not choreographed well. Nowhere in the movie you feel like something big might happen, there was also very less swinging around. Usually in Hollywood movies, either New York City or the world is always on the verge of demolition, but in Spider-Man, you don’t feel like anything was at stake, the villain Adrian Toomes aka Vulture (played by Michael Keaton) was nothing more than an alien-scrap thief and a smuggler of weaponry. It may disappoint some people but according to me, that was a wise thing to do considering the immature character of Peter Parker who is still learning how to be a superhero.

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    The post credit scene introduced Mac Gargan aka Scorpion and also raised a very crucial question, Adrian refused that he knows the real identity of Spider-Man upon asking by Mac, which could mean that either he had a change of heart which is highly unlikely or he is planning something more terrible.

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    According to me every frame of the movie was enjoyable and if you have not watched it,
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    why do you do this to yourself?

A friend with weed is a friend indeed…

Confession needs to be made that I’ve rolled only three-four times in my life, I’ve my friends for this crucial task. My first few weeks in college went into recruiting people and on the very first day, I met him, the master of the art of rolling. BHANDari is every stoner in the world, he is skinny, by which I mean his pointy shoulders are hanging by the support of collar bones of the shape of chopsticks, his Adam’s Apple at the verge of jumping out of his throat along with long hairs, a pair of ever bloodshot eyes and completely blank deadpan face.
In a group of stoners, you can freely be yourself, nobody is going to judge you. Stoners are nothing but free thinking liberal pacifist people who believe in making joints, not war. People fighting after getting drunk; very common, people killing each other after sniffing cocaine; happens every day, Meth heads running car over people; happens very often but have you ever heard of a pot smokers raising his voice at another smoker? The worst he can do is to eat all your nachos and not laugh at your joke.
So grab your pot, ignite the tail and take a shot and enlighten yourself why pot heads make amazing friends:
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  1. The Warm Welcome:  Ever since my seniors got to know that I am one of them, every once in a while some guy just appears out of nowhere while I’m walking through the corridor and asks me ‘Bruh, you want some?’
    You are a newborn to the community and needs to be fed well, so they babysit you,

    they take care of all your needs
    and teach you how to remove seeds
    or how to identify the unadulterated of em’ all
    as well as how to crush the weed
    and make sure to update your playlist with Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin,
    so you listen to it until your ear bleeds
    yes, they are the true-blue allies indeed.
    (still a better rap than yo yo who-dafaq Singh)

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  2. Equality: The pot head community is the most accepting one. No matter who you are, from which class, color, caste, religion, creed, species or planet you belong to, if you smoke, they are there for you, always ready to give you a hand in wrapping up 40-45 minutes of visa into a world of amplified sound and distorted vision in a four-inch of Odet Cascadec Ballore (OCB). They enlighten you about the holiness of the sacred grass that is crushed and smoked, the pilgrimages they have done to Manali and Himachal for it, the medicinal benefits and so on, so that you also start to believe that world can’t run without two things; oxygen and weed.tumblr_o37v2q80QL1v8z7nxo1_500
  3. Innovative: The world of stoners is ever-evolving, long ago Indian Sadhus used to chill in the Himalayas with a Chillum filled with hash, tobacco and of course cannabis. What Red Wine is to Catholics, as what Chillum is to our savage Sadhus. This holy tradition passed on to the younger generations and soon we had a paper entirely dedicated to roll up and smoke, but that was never enough for our parched lungs. Our innovation transcending all the human-made limits that said ‘used coke bottles are of no reuse’ and led to the invention of the most sophisticated of all, the abode of ecstasy, Bong, which looks like a chemistry lab equipment. Made with just an empty bottle, an empty pen tube, a Chillum holder and lots of happiness, Bong is the epitome of innovation and recycling. And my rolling buddies took their innovation and Eco-friendliness a little too far and created history. Never before in the history of robberies a bunch of people broke-in an ATM not for cash, but for cash receipts that ATMs spits out after every transaction. Never before in the history of addiction a bunch of high-spirited guys broke-in a closed ATM at midnight because apparently the ATM slips are thin enough and perfectly shaped.bag o weee
  4. Emotionally Available: Some people say that lovers holding hands and walking towards the sunset with broad smiles that says ‘and they lived happily ever after’ is the most heart-touching thing, I say ‘Bullshit!!! Have you ever seen a stoner telling his stoner buddy who is having a BT ‘Sab theek ho jayeega bhaai, acha acha soch!’? That’s the most heart-warming thing man because we men are terrible at expressing ourselves. It is when our lungs are filled with smoke and our mind flooded with triggered dopamine, we behave the most emotionally.

    If you want a marry a guy;
    ask him when he is high.
    (here we go, again a better rap line)

My first official date and how I effed it up

A fine Saturday Summer morning and all I wanted was some food and cold beer, but the almighty Cupid was planning something more for me. This is what I did and what millions of other people do all across the globe every day when they wake up, I woke up, I felt sad for waking up, I unlocked my phone and checked my messages and that’s when the fine Saturday morning took a dramatic turn. I saw her messages ‘Hey there, u free today?’…and those who can read between the lines will understand that this can mean anything, from come to my place and let’s make out to go to China and bring me some Hakka Noodles. Unaware of the threat, I replied ‘Yes I am.’ with optimism and one smiley.
‘We have been texting for very long, I want to see you’ she said.
And my nervous system freaked out and started to bombard my brain with multiple questions, genuine questions regarding her message like “Is this a date, is this a joke, is this a prank or is she trying to kidnap me?”
A gorgeous fresh designer graduate ….asking me out for a date in a country with the sex ratio of 944 girls per 1000 boys is an achievement in itself.
So as I mentioned, it was summer, she decided the best time to meet would be 3 pm so that we could go out and come back with third-degree burns.
Punctuality is a concept we Indians can never understand, we fix a time so that both the parties could come sufficiently late with stupid excuses like my dog peed on my shoes or Russian Mafia kidnapped me. Seriously why are we always late? Except for the only event where timing matters, we Indian men come early (pun intended).
Anyway, I knew she will not come on time, so I’d brought everything to entertain myself with in the meanwhile. I rotated my fidget spinner, updated status on Facebook, clicked dozens of selfies, went on a word tour, killed Kim Jong-un and came back and then she called me.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll be a little late”
WTF woman!! What is taking you so long? I told you to take the metro, not a bullock cart.
Finally, she arrived after 45 minutes, exactly 10 minutes after I was done with all the crucial work that was keeping me engaged, like updating all the apps from Google play store, counting the stairs and watching strangers watch me watching them coming inside and outside of the metro station.
We took an auto for our evening Delhi tour. I skipped elaborating the part of our awkward meeting when I extended my sweaty hands with a creepy smile and she just looked at me with a scandalized expression.
We exchanged hellos and the usual conversation started and I asked her how is work going?
Till then I didn’t know that you can answer this simple question with a nine page long essay, she told me everything, everything from how her college was, how her internship went, how her new job is going, how she is planning to open an NGO, how skinny pants are different from tapered trousers…fucking EVERYTHING. For the last twenty years, till then, my knowledge about the designing field was confined to what Bollywood has shown us, that the designing industry is full of drug addicts and horny gay people trying to fuck each other, but in that twenty minutes I realized that designing industry is much more than that, it also includes crazy designers with OCDs who cannot stop talking.
Somehow we reached the Ugrasen ki Baoli where I took her down to the well and showed her hundreds of bats hanging from the ceiling and she screamed and I thought something would happen like it happens in Bollywood movies, girl falls, the guy catches her in his arms, violins start playing in the background but Alas! Nothing happened.
Then we went to the Red Fort, the ugly red building where Mughals used to play snooker.

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I showed her the big open fields where Akbar used to take Jodha Begum on a horse ride and they used to have their little tickle time behind the trees. I thought this might trigger some love hormones inside her, but nothing happened. And deep inside I was hoping that in the end, she doesn’t reveal that she likes women because then my inner self will be like “I told you so”. All these efforts of making a girl fall in love with me were tiresome and I was hungry, and my ears were bleeding after listening to the stories from her Kerala Trip fifth time since we met. So we went to the only cafe in the Red Fort campus, where everything is overpriced and tastes like shit and I ordered a couple of Burgers stuffed with some fried yellow shit and some red and green shit on the top with coke. Wandering was done, eating was done, the only thing that was left undone was my charm to work on her. She still showed no sign of interest in me. We sat down on the freshly cut grass and started talking about Random things, from our school life to movies to her life, her future plans and her list of favorite places. We were having a serious discussion over movies when she said something, something so irrational and fallacious that it still leaves me offended when I try to recall that horrific moment. My hands are shaking, my heart is thumping hard and I’m covered in my own puke while I’m writing this unbelievably ridiculous comment of hers. She actually said that the Harry Potter movies are better than the books. This is the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard. “Go back to the cave where you’ve come from you brainless duck-face” I wanted to say this but I remained silent and waited for the evening to end. She kept on saying some other stupid things but I remained silent. She looked uncomfortable because of my sudden silence, but I remained silent. Nobody talks shit about Harry Potter and then expects me to talk back. Before that, I was thinking of booking an Uber and dropping her but hell no, I changed my mind, I will take an auto and you go hop on the bullock cart you’d arrived by.
I went back home and decided to never go on a date again on Saturday. But the next morning I was feeling bad about it. I want to go on another date because now my right-hand hurts,
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by constantly swiping right on Tinder.

Life Sucks? Get a Roommate!

 

I’m talking about the guy who uses up all your hot water and puts his dirty clothes on your side of the cupboard. I live 700 miles away from my home with a guy who happily uses my soap, my towel and sometimes my boxers and vice versa. Four years ago I moved to Delhi for usual kind of stuff, perfecting the art of rolling joints while completing my college and getting a job. In the process, I had to share my place with many different third world people of different choice of TV series and IQ.
My history of sharing a house with other Homo sapiens goes back to my early childhood when I was forced to share my small room with a smaller human whom they labeled as my sister. I spent most of the time convincing that small round and loud human with a rampant excretory system that she is from another world and my parents have just picked her up from a dustbin on the roadside, or building a spaceship to send her back to the planet of small and round wailing heads, where she belonged, especially when she got all the attention from my parents just by making a noisy howl like a puppy run over by a lawn mower.
Then after more than a decade, I moved to the cosmopolitan jungle of Delhi and for survival, I had to live with people, many times complete strangers, strangers with a possible career background in serial killing or cannibalism. But I rose above my fear of unfamiliar faces and their different taste of music.
I have lived with a guy who had once screwed the maid, and then with a guy who showered once in a week, then with a homo and then in a PG with a bunch of desperate weirdos who used to work all night, sleep all day and plan Goa trips every other weekend.
I have done enough jumping from apartment to apartment (8 apartments) in the last four years. Although I love to live alone so that I don’t have to alter my bathroom schedule because of somebody else’s, neither I have to stay dressed when I’m home, however, a 1 BHK flat in South Delhi is still an amenity for a struggling writer.
Despite his extreme obsession with big-eyed and pointy head Japanese cartoons they like to call ‘अनिमे’, I’m pleasantly surprised that we get along very well. From making morning tea to cooking the most exquisite chicken dishes, he is the ideal roommate in all the aspects of roommat-ing except that he doesn’t roll. He has actually made me realize that having someone by your side to talk about random shit or watch an episode of The Big Bang Theory late night or sleeping until late afternoon is not such a bad idea.
Here are three reasons, why having roommate is better than living alone and fapping all day:

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  1. Hammered: Apart from the obvious reason that your rent and food bill split into two, there are several other reasons helpful enough to make you get a room partner. It’s a Saturday evening and you’re already hammered, who is gonna stop you from jumping off the rooftop, or drunk dialing your ex? Although this does not happen with me, I’m quite good at controlling myself, and you can’t just tell by looking at me that I’m under the influence until I open my mouth and speak, because when I do, random words come out that does not make any sense. I then need someone to answer my calls before my mom starts thinking that somebody has either kidnapped or killed me and call the police, after three consecutive calls I miss. He never volunteered for this job but yeah, we don’t have an option.talk crap
  2. Bitch-ing Please: We are men and we bitch, yes we do. Gals, it’s not only yours extracurricular, we also sometimes talk crap about our girlfriends, their friends, our friends, teachers, government, Jon Snow, etceteras. We need an equally fed up guy who will reply you with equally shitty statements, and besides talking crap, we are always in a need of a second opinion on our work, on our outfit, on whether or not India will win the match and just about everything. He is the extra Grey Matter I sometimes need.                                                                   A Big ugly Spider
  3. Killing fucking Spiders: Spiders are creepy little hideous creatures with eight long sting-like disgusting legs and every once in a while these repulsive little creatures crawl out of nowhere inside my washroom to kill me with its exceptionally grotesque appearance. The only thing that I abhor so intensely from my heart is a freaking spider and I am not capable of killing them because of one of my strange fears that the spider might jump on me and crawl inside my nose. So this herculean task of annihilating a freaking resilient spider belongs to my roommate.

Baahubali 2: Every Viewers’ Review

Never in the history of Indian Cinema, I’ve seen such hype about any other movie (except for Ra.One which was absolute and complete big disaster in the history of sci-fi and superhero movies). The days are gone when white guys used to call us the people who sing and dance around trees because apparently, all the famous actors did so. Indian Film industry is so more than that, its vast, its growing and now it has come up with a brilliant masterpiece, the Baahubali Franchise. The first movie was more of a plot establishing movie which left all of us hungry for more of the story of a prince avenging his father’s death and settling back the mammoth empire of Mahihmati. And after 6 years of waist-breaking hard work, blood and sweat of more than 500 technicians, some greatest minds of the film industry, some generous producers and unparalleled skills of actors who bring characters alive on big screen, finally we got the answer to the much much-awaited question that the nation wanted to know ‘Why Kattappa killed Baahubali?’ in the form of one absolutely extraordinary and extravagant three hours of awesomeness.
Since the movie is way too better than the usual Indian Movies we’re accustomed to, like the one in which a confused girl falls in love with a hot guy and then friendzones another gay-looking guy who apparently loves her and then later falls for the gay-looking guy and leaves the hot guy and gets cancer and then at the end they both get bald

 

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(Hint: Karan, why don’t you die)

 

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the one in which a Gujarati Muslim guy who smuggles liquor accidently blows up a place, killing several people

 

 

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(Hint: Karan, Take SRK with you!)

, it has become a subject of comparison to 300 or Troy.
If we consider VFX and CGI as the basis of comparison then Baahubali 2 is slightly better than the first one but still far behind from the hundred million dollar budget movies like Pirates of the Carribean or Avatar but if we look at it with a broader perspective, the movie has everything, larger than life action, beautiful romance, heavy dialogues, out of the world plot, amazing screenplay, and cinematography, great direction and captivating visuals and one more thing that has given Baahubali 2 an upper hand over all the other movies of the same genre, the beautiful emotions and chemistry between the character. We may not have the best VFX or the best action sequences but nowhere around the world human emotions and feelings are so genuinely expressed that it makes you somehow an inseparable part of the movie, you connect with the character, you get happy when he gets happy, you cry when the guy he trusted the most kills him. The entire movie is full of wow moments and it’s worth watching several times.

 

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  • The movie keeps you on the edge of your seat for the first half, in the second half, you know very well what is going to happen and excitement almost vanishes. It feel like the filmmakers were so bored of working on the same movie for six years that they rushed to wrap it up somehow.
  • CGI at some point doesn’t look very genuine. In one particular scene, Bahubali Jr. tries to break into the castle with his army by using the coconut trees around the castle as a human-slingshot in order to skip over the tall walls, that was very lame. Nevertheless, most of the south-Indian directors prefer to defy gravity in their movies so it’s something we can’t complain about.

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“The Alchemist” By Paulo Coelho

First published more than 27 years ago, “The Alchemist” is an inspirational fable by a Brazilian author Paulo Coelho about self-discovery and following your dreams. It is an allegorical novel which excites, inspires and encourages you to follow your dreams by a story of a young shepherd who has a dream and the courage to follow it.

The novel tells the tale of a young Spanish Shepherd boy named Santiago who has recurring dream about a treasure lying underneath the Egyptian Pyramids. His parents want him to be a priest but instead he takes a journey searching for the buried treasure. Believing that finding the treasure is his ‘destiny’ he leaves the comfort of home and travels into the African desert towards the Egyptian pyramids to find it. When he tells his father about his decision, his father tells him “Travel the world until you see that our castle is the greatest and our women the most beautiful”, but in his journey he sees the greatness of the world, meets many exciting people like kings and alchemists. However, by the end of the novel he realizes that the real treasure was the journey itself and the wisdom and experience he acquired during the journey.

His journey starts with his decision to travel to a nearby village to meet a fortune-teller who could interpret the meaning of his recurring dream. She tells him to go to the pyramids of Egypt to find the treasure of his dream, it is destined for him. He doesn’t believe her and thought that her words are utter nonsense and returns back to the village where he meets an old king, Melchizedek, who tells him to sell his sheep to travel to Egypt and also tells him that “when you really want something to happen, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”, which is the core theme of the novel. He also introduces the idea of a Personal Legend. A personal legend is something you have always wanted to accomplish. Santiago always wanted to travel, whether as a tourist or as a shepherd. He embraces Shepherding in order to travel, to achieve part of his personal legend.

Santiago embarks on a journey to cross the Sahara desert and crosses the Strait of Gibraltar and reaches Tangier, where he is robbed of all his money he earned by selling away his flock of sheep. He works hard again and earns back enough money to join a caravan across the desert. Along the way, he meets an Englishman who has come in search of An Alchemist. They travel together through the Sahara desert and meanwhile his journey; he learns more about himself and the world and overcomes incredible challenges. During his journey, he falls in love with Fatima, a beautiful Arabian woman he meets at a desert well. He asks Fatima to marry him but her reply leaves him dumbfounded. She says she will only marry him after he finds his treasure. He is baffled by her answer but later he realizes that true love will not stop one’s personal legend and if it does, it is not true love.

Santiago then finally meets the alchemist who helps him recognize the signs, the ‘omens’ around him, and teaches about Personal Legends. He says that people want to find only treasure of their personal legend but no one wants to find the personal legend itself. The alchemist also states “Those who understand that their personal legends will fail to comprehend its teachings”.

Ultimately Santiago reaches the Pyramids and starts digging at the spot where the treasure was supposed to be according to his dream. Eventually it was revealed that the treasure is not there underneath the Pyramids but it is buried there from where he started his journey. At the end of the story he realizes that the real treasure was the journey itself and the wisdom and experience he acquired during the journey.

“The Alchemist” is a very exceptional philosophical fable that reflects our own lives. We have similar dreams like the protagonist of the story, Santiago. If you have read this book, then you will know just how insightful and inspirational the story of a simple shepherd boy who decides to follow his dream can be. If you have not, I recommend it to you.

There are many lessons we learn from The Alchemist but basically the story is all about the experience of attaining the wisdom of life through a sort of personal journey, discovering-yourself and paying attention to signs and omens along the way and it gives a very inspirational message that always keep following your dreams no matter what price you have to pay in return.

DOWNFALL

It is funny how we’re all misguided. We have been told to love and be proud of something that doesn’t even exist. India…it is just a name given to piece of land stretching from Gujarat to Arunachal Pradesh and Kashmir (probably) to Tamil Nadu occupied by 1.31 billion of culturally dissimilar and antithetical individuals.
Who misguided us?
What is the root of this misconception?
Last night I dived into the ocean of memories of my childhood to sort this out for myself. I saw a child with long hair and chubby cheeks. He smiled to me flashing his small white teeth and a gap due to a missing tooth. It was me. I was very happy. My father used to work in Jamshedpur and he usually visited us every six months.
Since it was my 7th birthday, nobody asked me to do homework or to clean up my room, nothing. My father had brought a VCD of ‘Shaheed Bhagat Singh’ and after dinner he played the movie. I was sitting on his lap, my fingers wrapped around this thumb. In your father’s lap you feel most safe and cherished. I kept asking him all sort of questions…why Bhagat Singh didn’t kill the white guys?? He should have killed them all, shouldn’t he? Or why he wore a turban?
Ever since I was a kid, I had a burning aspiration to join Indian Army because for me the best life under the sun is fighting for your nation, getting victory or die trying. The patriotic stories of our glorious past added more flames to the fire within me. I don’t know if you guys have noticed or not but on certain days like the Independence or the Republic Day, the aura of our surrounding changes, air filled with patriotism carries Vande Matram from all the four directions to your ears, enters your body and drenches your soul with love; pure, selfless love for your motherland.
In the very year on our Independence Day, I was given 20 Rs to buy myself a flag since it is almost a custom in India to fly Tiranga on vehicles and houses every Independence Day. You can frequently spot a car with a Tricolour Flag usually made up of plastic attached to its bonnet or a bike with flag attached to its handle. So I went to a street hawker to buy myself a similar plastic-made national flag but my eyes fell on another flag, It was made up of Khadi, was quite bigger and brighter than the plastic ones and I suddenly felt a very strong desire to get the flag, hold it in my hand. So I brought it but I’d to spend all the 20 bucks in order to buy it. So then I’d no money, I couldn’t buy jalebis or hop on merry go rounds. I could’ve got the plastic ones for 5 bucks. I took the flag and installed it in an abandoned flower pot on our rooftop. I saluted the flag with all the zeal I had, trying to imitate the annual Republic Day parade soldiers, marched, folded hands and bowed down to it, saluted again and sang Vande Matram. Thereafter it started drizzling which compelled me to take the flag down and go home. I don’t know why it rains on almost every Independence Day.
I know it all sounds silly now but then I was a 7 year old kid.
I came up with two answers. Either the India which I have known doesn’t exist or the elements that made India a glorious place are gone. To your surprise both the answers are true. A country is its people. A piece of land is turned into a country by the people who dwell in it and a country is turned into a Nation by the feeling of patriotism and collective belonging. India without the people is nothing but land and water on planet earth. Gone are the days when people can risk their life for the protection of their nation. Sadly, we the people of this country are nothing more than scavengers feeding on a country that was nourished by the blood of legends who sacrificed their life for a better future of this country. And we, we are a disgrace. We shout slogans against it. We have declared a war against the soil that we’re made up of. We vow to destroy the very country that has been bearing us for millions of years, feeding us, protecting us, sheltering us, and nourishing us. It fills my heart with pain and agony inexplicable when I see people refusing to hoist their national flag calling it a forced nationalism and justifying this immorality by saying that this will harm their autonomy. One thing they are forgetting that they may take themselves out of India but they can’t take India out of them. It is our identity. If we do not eliminate the abhorrence from our hearts towards our own country, our own people, then I assure you brethren India will soon face another catastrophe of war, a storm of anarchy will tear India to shreds and then there will be nothing left to complain about. We are already surrounded by vultures watching over our nation. A civil-war is on our doorsteps. We must unite and fight against this widespread separatism before our country succumbs to it. I request you brethren to join hands with fellow Indians regardless of their religion, caste, creed, color and stand for each other, fight for the cause of the poor and unprivileged, speak up against injustice and have some gratitude towards our country which has sheltered and still fostering billions of lives.

JNU: “Bharat ki barbaadi tak, jung rahegi, jung rahegi”

JNU stir: Culmination of Opportunism and Hypocrisy
The brilliant JNUites were shouting anti-India and pro-Pakistani slogans. Well, nothing new in disrespecting India, abusing India is an after-prayer ritual every Friday in Kashmir and nobody gives a shit. They have taken our patience for granted. Little did they know that their immoral deed will not be tolerated this time.
I usually do not write on news in my blog but this time it is about something serious, something very serious very critical which compelled me not to stay silent over the issue. This time it is about our country, our motherland and its protection. I shall not tolerate any snake in the grass disrespecting and threatening to destroy the very country feeds me and 1.31 billion of us.
I beg my readers not to be mute spectator over the issue!! We must unite before another fire of partition catches India
The brilliant students of JNU could not find a better thing to make issue of than the hanging of a terrorist. The group of JNU student organized a “cultural” event on Tuesday during which they shouted slogans like “Tum kitne Afzal maroge ghar ghar se Afzal niklega”, “Pakistan zindabad”, “Bharat ki barbaadi tak jung rahegi, jung rahegi”, “Bharat tere tukde honge inshallah…inshallah” and many other pro-Pakistani slogans and against the occupation of Kashmir. The most terrible one “India go back! Bharat ki barbaadi tak jung rahegi, jung rahegi”…We shall fight till we destroy India. An ‘intolerant’ Indian like me cannot find anything “cultural” in vowing to destroy the country that feeds you. Furthermore, the shameless opportunists shouted slogans hailing one of the most atrocious terrorist who attacked the parliament of India, Afzal Guru. The separatists celebrated ‘Afzal Guru Day’ to pay homage and glorify the terrorist, trying to make that coward a hero. Mark my words, Heroes are not those who shed innocent’s blood for their own benefit (like Afzal Guru, Dawood Ibrahim, David Coleman Headley aka Dawood Sayed Geelani, Hafiz Saeed), they’re all coward immoral beasts. Lance Naik Hanumanthapa died fighting in blood-freezing chill for us, for the country that these separatists have disgraced. Think yourself, who is the real hero!
The biggest question that arises now is-
How dare they????
Is India this much vulnerable to demons like these who want to break India into pieces and incite people to support terrorism?
Shouting slogans against India and calling it freedom of speech, do you really think that calling your country names is freedom of speech?
It is very shocking and hurting that these people carry Indian passport, getting education in India in India’s one of the most eminent university, living in subsidized campuses (the money that goes out from our taxes) in such an area of Delhi where you hardly get a small, dark and dingy room for 10000 bucks, still carry the intention to break India into pieces. I wonder where on earth the award wapsi brigade is now.
These opportunists should no more be allowed to disgrace our nation.

2015: A Pile of Unforgettable Memories

Another year has passed leaving behind an ocean of unforgettable memories, some endearing and some not so endearing. The lessons that last year gave me have shaped my life. Surely there were ups and downs in the year that passed, but each and everything that happened to me last year plays an important role in what I’m going to be this year, a more mature, more ambitious, more focused version of me is yet to be unleashed this year. The year that passed made a life changing impact on me.
The year that passed was a teacher, it taught me innumerable things. It taught me the most important lesson of my life- the importance of Karma, our duty, our work. Hard work is the key to success is a well-known adage. The real joy lies in the work you love to do, there is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.
The year that passed was a mirror, it showed me, literally and metaphorically, who I really am. What you are will show in what you do.
The year that passed was a war, a conflict with me, an inner struggle, a jihad against all the bad feelings and habits that we possess. Inside each of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. There is a constant struggle going on within us between them.
The year that passed was a party, a celebration of being alive, being myself. The part of life I lived in the year that passed was a combo, a combo of happiness, sorrows, victories, defeats, failures, successes, falls and risings. I celebrated it all.
The year that passed was special because of some people I came across. The first and the foremost is my alter ego JB, Jebilion Boro. We are from a different background but our life and the problems we have faced were very much alike. I’m an introvert and unlike all my friends I used to live in my cocoon. Parties, Pubs, Loud Music, Intoxication, Selfies, Relationships, Social Network, these are the most common things around which the life of a common youngster revolves. Apart from all this I had appetite for one more thing- Writing which I never knew will become lock, stock and barrel for me. JB is very much like me although he writes far better than I do. After meeting him I realized that I am not an alien. We have similar assets; A pen in hand, revolutionary ideas in mind and dreams to change the world in eyes.
I was living in ignorance till I met Shruti. Based on my previous experiences I’d concluded that there is no such thing as a brainy beautiful girl and then I met Shruti Bansal. She is a rare combination of beauty and brain. She is bold, she is adventurous, she is daring and she also knows martial arts, so basically she is the Rajnikant of our class.
I’m glad to say that the charming prince of our class is my best friend. Rishabh Sinha, a guy worth appreciating. He has always been good in academics and was expected to choose medical as his profession but he broke the stereotype by choosing Travelling as his career. He heard his calling and now when I see him doing well in his life I feel happy. God bless you brother!
My most favorite guy in the class is Xasen Shakir. He is the Happy-go-lucky of our class. I enjoy his company the most. He is one of the most talented cameraman and editor we have.
They have now become a part of my life; it would have been incomplete without them.
A great year has passed; another great year awaits. Buckle down for the upcoming challenges and opportunities.
Happy New Year 2016