So, I give you my shoulder to cry on. I hug you real tight. And tell you that you’ll be fine. That I’ll be beside you and help you through this. I’ll be there for you. And while I’m doing that, out of nowhere, you take out a knife and stab me. I ignore it, and tell you to calm down. We can still fix it. And then you don’t listen, you stab me again. In the same place. And stab me again. And stab me again. And again. In the same fucking place. And there comes a point where it hurts so bad and I’m bleeding so bad that the blood from my stomach looks like a waterfall, and I’m still hugging you trying my best to calm you down, but then the hurt gets unbearable and I feel like I’m going to die. And then I think of Ann. And my family. And how they need me alive than dead. And for once in my life, I be selfish – only because some few very deserving people need me to be there for them – and I push you away.
The Haruhi Suzumiya series of Japanese light novels is written by Nagaru Tanigawa with accompanying illustrations drawn by Noizi Ito. The series centers on the eponymous high school girl Haruhi Suzumiya, her strange antics, and her friends in a club she forms called the SOS Brigade.
I don’t know where you are, but I pray that you’re doing okay. Below are some of the things I wish I had told you, but couldn’t. I hope this helps you. Even a little bit is okay. Read it. Understand it. Apply it. Take care. Your buddy. Continue reading “Life is like this!”
I remember how scared yet excited I was when I decided to promote the petition asking for a revision in the laws of PCA, 1960. I had just sent a few important mails to the local and national organisations which take care of animal rights.
I don’t know what triggered it. Maybe it was my deep understanding for animals, dogs especially, or the fire that was burning inside me when I saw a man take a puppy and throw her down the terrace for the sake of having some fun. In no way, and in no angle I found this justifiable. And I was right. It was a cruel act which forced us to question the humanity of us humans. It is extremely disturbing for me to even think, let alone believe, that a person can come across such a thought. In my head I was dead right this was wrong, and the only way to prevent this from happening was to spread awareness of this incident and give those two men the most severe punishment for doing this to an animal.
I did a lot of digging around the net, and couldn’t find any simple feedback system which uses AJAX and PHP to do your job in a second. So, for everyone out there who wants a simple feedback system from their site users, I hope this comes in handy.
Fandom, after all, is born of a balance between fascination and frustration: if media content didn’t fascinate us, there would be no desire to engage with it; but if it didn’t frustrate us on some level, there would be no drive to rewrite or remake it.
When I first moved into the city back in 2003, I was just a little kid who barely knew anything about Bengaluru other than the fact that it is famously know as “The Garden City”. What else did you expect from a 6 year old? Ever since then my connection with this beautiful city as only deepened with time and now I can proudly say that I am a Banglorean. (the fact that I can’t speak Kannada, and though I understand it pretty well doesn’t take away that title from right?)
Being from a family which literally worships Cricket, I could only imagine how pumped up a tournament like the Indian Premier League would get us considering the fact that all of the world’s best cricketers would be seen playing together and competing against their very own national team mates. Doesn’t that idea sound crackingly good to you? The IPL was launched at a grand-scale level way back in the 2008 and oh my, it has only been growing ever since.
The only problem our family faced was which team to support now that we have moved into another city, and our home city, which happens to be Kanpur, doesn’t have a team of its own. Well, the unwritten rule stated that we had to support the city we were residing in and I guess everyone just stuck to that without ever questioning the other family members’ (which included my mom and dad) decisions.
The last time I found a game so breathtaking and immersing was when I played The Last Of Us. And to my surprise, just like Until Dawn, it was a PS exclusive, too.
The first PlayStation exclusive that caught my attention was Heavy Rain. With a beautiful story-line and choice making, the game was well supported with intense cut scenes, action sequences and the back-then best graphics.
Then some years later, following the success of Telltale’s The Walking Dead, which was based on the zombie apocalypse comic written by Robert Kirkman, came a game with far more enhanced graphics, story-line, and intensity in the form of Last Of Us which boosted the sales of the PS3 through the roof since it claimed to be a PlayStation exclusive. Continue reading “Until Dawn is not a game; but an experience.”
The new single, What Do You Mean, by Justin Bieber is out and oh my! It has blown all of us apart!
Justin’s first take on Tropical House music seemed pretty experimental first, but after listening to the song, I can assure you, it’s really impressive.
The song got stuck in my head, and as the artist himself promised, it was sure an uplifting beat! Everyone wants to dance to it!
And then came out the #WhatDoYouMeanViral movement which provoked me to make my own dance cover. Continue reading “What Do You Mean?”
“Yes,” she gulped “actually, my husband Mathew, was supposed to show up, but since he will not be able to make it today, I don’t mind.”
He quickly pulled the chair, and sat down. Immediately, she kept her handbag behind the scarf in an effort to hide it from the stranger. She was somehow unable to determine the reason for his restlessness.
“Are you okay?” came a question from a woman who herself wasn’t sure. Continue reading “She didn’t care.”
“The change doesn’t come when you realize you’re right or wrong. The change comes when you start rectifying the wrongs you have done.”
The boring Chemistry class got over, and it ended with a dull conversation with my best friend about life. I jumped over the desk as soon as the teacher (sir) left and decided to go visit my friends in the next class.
But no sooner had I stepped out, than I saw this teacher (ma’am) scolding a few of my class mates at the far end of the corridor, and another Chemistry teacher (sir) walking towards our class. When I asked him if we had Computers instead in the last period, he replied with fearful eyes that it didn’t matter and the best move for me right now is to go back to my class. I sensed something strong in his eyes, and looked over that far end of the corridor. I instantly judged her character and went running inside the class shouting “Damn she’s strict!” and sat in my place and had my Walkman and earphones hidden deep inside my backpack and myself comfortably placed before she walked in with utmost confidence.
As soon as she walked in, she started demanding the girls to sit in the center row and the guys to occupy the either rows left. We all were shocked and confused as we didn’t even know this teacher and she’s acting like she’s the boss. The first impression, or rather first thought in my head was “Who is this?” and mind you, it was “Who is this?” and not “What the hell is she thinking of herself?”. I wish I had that thought. But I didn’t.
Then, as we settled she began addressing us. As the lecture on life progressed, I started growing my respect towards her. She told things which I had known before and nothing new, but it was the way she told it. It was her confidence. It was her orating skills. It was her attitude. That attitude a person develops over a long period of time by doing good things all the time that they have nothing to lose and are living their life with pride. And she told it. She’s living her life with pride and has all the success she needs.
As soon as she left, it was the voice she took with her, but it was the words that stood there echoing in the walls of the class in few of our friends’ minds. It was her sayings. While coming back to my home, I was dull and hadn’t spoken a word to my bus mate. He waited for fifteen minutes but soon got worried and was tempted to ask me what exactly had my mind so engrossed that I’ve been staring at the chair in front of me for good fifteen minutes. And then it started. Welcome to this “kind of personal” diary entry probably for the first time in my life. This is a lesson I learnt, and thought it might make someone else’s life easy too. Welcome to “The Eye Opener”.