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‪#‎JusticeForJisha‬: An Open letter to the Kerala politicians and media

2016-05-03T10:53:00.003+05:30

Sir/Madam/ or whatever fucking creature you are,

I know you guys are busy. I know you guys are busy about all the chaos that is going around.

You have a big headache in the form of the upcoming elections. If you are in the media, you will be busy sniffing out the waist size of a woman that gave us a different meaning for Solar. Or you will be trying to vandalize people with long hair saying that they smoke marijuana.

Thanks to the elections you will also be busy digging out all the bad blood between the candidates so that you could get the ‘best channel during elections’ award which none of us fucking cares about.

If you are a politician, it is a contrasting situation. You will be busy doing stuff that you won’t do in the next five years if you win. You will be visiting people in hospitals that barely have an ambulance; you will be visiting slums that you never wanted to be in, most importantly, you will be spending millions of rupees on catchphrases and big flex boards all around the state.

Why? Because politicians are fucking products that need to be sold in the market, you are not a social worker who wants to bring a change in the society. (Or at least that is how it is projected these days).

It’s a busy schedule for you guys. So I cannot actually blame you guys (like all others) for missing out the brutal rape that recently happened in the city of Perumbavoor. Now let me throw in some light in for you as you have no idea what you are reading: Jisha, a 29-year-old student was recently found dead in her home with her post-mortem report suggesting that she was sexually assaulted before her death.

“Jisha was beaten savagely by a stranger/s using a sharp weapon that pulled out her intestines. More than 30 injuries were found on her body. As per the autopsy report, two sides of her chest were pierced to almost two inches deep using a sharp knife. She was also struck in the genitals with an iron rod. A severe injury on her head is cited as the main reason of her death,” cited Mathrubhumi.

And the best part is, the police have no idea on who did this brutal rape-murder.

There is a certain sense of helplessness among us for sure. When the leaders who are supposed to lead us are busy marketing themselves instead of addressing issues or making noises about the cruelty, and when the media, which has the power to make a mountain out of a mole, is simply running behind the cleavages of actresses, why should we bother right?

Now why should you bother Mr. Politician? For you, it’s just a dead body which will not give you any votes in the upcoming elections because that’s how you measure us these days. And why should you bother media? It is not the voyeur clips of a woman who had an affair with political parties.

So as I said, I cannot actually blame you like everyone else does. I know you don’t have time to look into all these unwanted stuff that happens near your house.

But one thing I don’t understand is how you get all riled up when something similar happens in the other parts of the world. You burn candles when someone drops a bomb in Syria, you guys keep debate on prime time when a rape happens in Delhi, you guys give blood boiling speeches when it comes to caste discrimination but why not this?

Is it because you guys don’t care what happens inside your house? You guys are so obsessed with the urge of satisfying your voyeur needs that you guys have lost track of what is happening under your nose or you simply choose to ignore it.

Wait, why should you care in the first place? It is not your sister, it is not your mother, it is not even your girlfriend, it is some random girl that who is not going to improve the TRPs or your vote bank.

I don’t blame you politicians, and I don’t blame you media, you guys are doing the right thing. There is no need to open your eyes to such negativity, you already have a lot on your plate, enjoy this. Enjoy your campaign. I don't know what i can do about this, but i can write and that's what i just did.

Just don’t fucking coming to my door asking for votes.

Thanks.

Renjith Ravindran

The Four Year Roller Coaster Survival Ride

2015-04-03T22:57:00.001+05:30

Did you choose engineering because you loved it or did you chose it because your parents forced it on you? This is arguably the most recurring question in the four years you are going to spend in the college.

We all have an answer to this question but for some reason or the other we hesitate to let it out. However, the truth is: it doesn’t matter. Once you have ended up in Engineering, it doesn’t matter how, why or when you came there. The only thing that matters would be: how you could survive it.

And trust me; it is not going to be a walk in the garden filled with sunshine and rainbows, it’s going to be a nasty crawl in the mud through spikes and thorns.

This one is not intended to scare someone who has started his engineering life or intended to demotivate the survivors who are fighting hard. This one is just intended to warn or motivate about the pits that are going to be there.

Now, getting into the matter, the headaches in the four years could be broadly classified into two, Academic and Non-Academic (fancy Words by the way).

The former includes your day to day struggles to get good grades, certify the records, glow the LED’s in the labs, complete the tutorials and exams, and of course, the Attendance. While the latter includes friendships, bunks, heart breaks, backstabs, canteen outings, you get the idea don’t you?

The trick here is to balance both. The day you give more importance to either of the category, it is going to be a tough ride ahead.

You might or might not like what you find in the text books. You might be a good photographer or a good writer, but finish what you have in your hand first (Engineering in case you lost the flow) before pursuing your dreams. You probably weren’t born to be an engineer but once you are in it, you are entitled to get it done with, even if you don’t like it.

In case you were indeed born to be an engineer, go into it with all your guns blazing and come out with flying colors. In both cases, let your dream drive you and most importantly clear the semester even if it costs you a good night’s sleep.

Speaking about the non- academic category, it could be incredibly tricky. Know who you are friends with and know whom to trust. There will be a lot of people talking behind your back once you have reached somewhere. So grab the swords they are going to backstab you with and just throw it down the flush.

Hangout with the friends that deserve you, make memories with them, have playful fights, have group studies, bunk classes every once in a while, complain about the food in canteen, share a ride in the rain, plot to bunk and fail miserably, take selfies, fall in love, so on and so forth.

Do at least some of them, because these are going to be the memories that you will carry till your grave. It nearly impossible to put down all the joys and hardships of Engineering in one page, but the bottom line is: the four years is going to be a roller coaster ride. You will have many ups and you will have many downs, let the dream drive you, even if you don’t like it, survive, clear the semesters, don’t let the backlogs hold you back.

Never close your eyes with fear, because Roller Coaster rides are meant to be enjoyed. Let the wind coarse through your hair, let the adrenaline rush in, scream out and just enjoy the four year Roller coaster ride that you are in.

Solving the paradox of rape and prostitution in India

2014-11-28T20:05:00.000+05:30

I was one of those people who actually supported the idea of legalizing prostitution in India (The key word in that sentence is ‘was’). The potential reduction in rape rates was obviously the motive for that support but what made the idea seem utopic was the realization about the story’s other side, the prostitution.

The Headache:

First of all, the Indian rule surrounding prostitution is a complete mess. Prostitution is actually legal in the nation; however, it should be privately practiced (tell that to the moral police) thus making brothels illegal.

Now even after the brothels are illegal, India has the largest red-light district in the whole of Asia. You know about it, I know about, hell even the Prime Minister knows about it but that story ends there, we don’t do anything to dig further into the matter firstly because we tag the prostitutes as women who took up their faith voluntarily.

Yes, there are girls who take up the profession voluntarily but a majority of the Prostitutes are girls that are taken away from their house, raped, caged and sold for sex.

Hazel Thompson, a photojournalist from London spend nearly 11 years in the Mumbai red light district and came out with some horrific stories about the girls that are stuck there. The place is basically run by goons and is a well-defined network where girls undergo a series of abuses.

There were instances of 9-month babies being sold into prostitution while the older ones (aged 9-18) were kept in cages without sunlight for 5-6 years. Then some others, killed.

Keeping in the cage was a way to break the will of girls who doesn’t do what they are told. And along with the torture in the cage came beatings from the pimps who saw some extra cash in the virgins. The secret behind the success of this business was, you could only use other addicting stuff like drugs and alcohol once, but with girls, it’s a different story.

The Bigger Headache:

Forget the people who run it, how could a ‘customer’ not see the abuses that the girl in front of him has gone through? Maybe they are just monsters who don’t deserve to graze the earth.

And the police, who are supposed to make us feel protected, arrest these suffering girls and put them back into the mix if they try to escape because they get a handsome reward from the goons who run the business.

All the big gun media networks interview a million administrators on a daily basis but have you ever seen the prime minister or president being asked about “Asia’s largest red light district”? No would be the answer since we are blind to all these things that are going around us.

We are busy about Deepika Padukone showing her cleavage or Maria Sharapova not knowing Sachin Tendulkar.

It’s hard to find a way out of all these messes. Police and the politicians endorsing the goons are only the start of problems. Being corrupt is in the blood of every Indian and it would be idiotic to wish that all these people would have some kind of guilty feeling someday.

The Potential Pain Killer:

Goons run the business because it’s illegal. So making it legal is the first solution that everyone will point out to. However, legalizing still doesn’t take the control away from these monsters. Instead, it can give them better opportunities to abuse the girls.

So here goes the alternative and trust me its sounds utterly ridiculous: the Government should legalize and run brothels. (Yes, I’m telling this while BJP is ruling India)

Prostitution is legal and regulated in numerous countries so it’s not impossible to implement. The biggest advantage here is, it’s not the gangsters who run the business, it’s the government.

The big problem of girls being forced into such things comes relevant when powerful goons run the brothels but by making it a government sector means only the ones coming in voluntarily would be kept in prostitution.

Yes, there will be corruption if it’s run by the government but at least we won’t have to see the girls going through such horrible conditions.

That’s only half the problem solved.

Even if we make it legal, there will be illegal stuff going around just like what’s happening now. Who needs to solve that? The fucking government of course. Their corruptions and blindness should be stopped even before we implement a system like this.

We as citizens are supposed to keep a tab on all the social evils that go around but then again, the things we can do are limited.

But we could raise our voice. We could raise our voice against the media which runs behind cleavages, we could raise voice against the corrupted government, we could open our eyes instead of staying blind to the topic of prostitution, we could drop the ‘let them get raped they aren’t my girlfriend’ attitude.

The rate of rapes might not change even after we did all these because the system needs to change and we are the fucking system.

Ship of Theseus: A treasure you won’t see lying around the streets

2014-11-23T20:22:00.001+05:30

Warning: No spoilers ahead, I repeat no spoilers ahead

You don’t find a treasure lying around the streets just like that and this might be the reason why it took me a whole year to discover the gem called ‘Ship of Theseus’.

It was by sheer accident that I stumbled up on the film. A friend urged me to check out the trailer and after sitting through the 3.23 minute journey in YouTube, my first reaction was:

“This cannot be an Indian film”.

People were not flying around, there were no colorful songs or slapstick humor, but it was pure brilliance all around.

Then it struck me really hard. And trust me, the realization wasn’t that pretty. I’ve been running around admiring all those great works in Hollywood but I failed to notice how good Indian cinema could be.

No, I’m not talking about the idiotic stuff that floats around Bollywood made by people who wants to fill their pockets. I’m talking about pure art, carefully sketched out by directors who want to tell a story to the world and Ship of Theseus falls in this latter category.

Of course, the film got the National Award for Best Feature film in 2013, but still it remains as an unexplored gem that needs to be appreciated at all levels.

To be frank, the film is not everyone’s cup of tea. It’s slowly paced and is rich of silent moments but once you sit through the entire ride, it’s a tasty treat that’ll make you question a thing or two.

The film tells the story of a blind photographer, an ailing Monk and a stockbroker who are interconnected by the common theme of organ donation and the ‘I ran out adjectives to describe’ city of Mumbai.

It would be a sin to spit out all the spoilers and ruin the spell that the film could cast. So let’s keep out of the plot here and concentrate elsewhere.

Technically, the film is almost flawless. Almost all the frames have minute details which could be further dissected while the background music lets you float around effortlessly.

At the same time another thing that stood out as a positive was the acting department. We won’t probably recognize many of the actors, but that’s the beauty. Without any first impression, you watch these actors and get swept away by their talent. And it’s not only one or two actors here and there, it’s the entire cast that excels.

Keeping apart all these, the real winner here is Anand Gandhi, who directed and co –wrote the film. It’s hard to digest that Ship of Theseus is only his debut venture because it seems to be the work of a visionary who have been around for ages.

Just to get the gravity of the brilliance here: Ship of Theseus is a film that made Anurag Kashyap and Dibakar Banerjee question the credibility of their work. And that’s clearly one of the biggest compliments that Anand Gandhi could get.

As a regular cinema goer, we only want entertainment in exchange for the money we pay but its films like these that shows us how powerful the art of filmmaking could be.

After all those buzz, when you sit and finally watch the Ship of Theseus, you wouldn’t be just staring into the electronic screen, instead it would be a mirror where the different perks of life would smile, laugh, and sob through reflections.

Interstellar, it’s Memento in Space and beautifully flawed

2014-11-15T12:28:00.002+05:30

Maybe it’s the sheer joy of getting confused that pushes us into the theatres whenever a Christopher Nolan film hits the theatres. After knocking out the bull’s eye with almost all his films, Nolan came up with the Interstellar.

Just like his previous outings, the saga set in space and a futuristic earth has all the ammunition to melt one’s brain. It might not be as puzzling as Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A space odyssey but there is enough perks from Nolan to keep the debates alive for a long long time.

There are many recurring things in Interstellar that we are used to seeing in all the other Nolan films, but one exception to that would be the usage of emotion that the directors brings in

He has been heavily criticized for his characters being not so ‘emotional’ and Nolan’s decision to make ‘Love’ a central theme for Interstellar is more than understandable.

Though this new addition was supposed to take the Nolan film to a whole different level, to be frank, it’s not a master piece; the film has its flaws. There are gaping plot holes in some turns but it’s the concept and execution that sweeps you away.

Apart from making the fans go in search of their Quantum physics books, Interstellar opens up many alien concepts to the common man with the most notable being the fifth dimension.

Nolan’s idea of treating time as a physical dimension where everything happens at once instead of one after the other is simply the heart of the film. Take out that, then there isn’t much for someone to enjoy in it.

I remember watching the film and the biggest reaction in the theatre came when the lead character dropped into the fifth dimension. All the questions up until that moment were taken to the trash with that one moment and all of a sudden everyone was starting to praise the brilliant concept.

No they did not worry about all these puzzling questions about interstellar,

1) Why didn’t ‘they’ set up a worm hole somewhere near the Earth?

2) Why did NASA just ‘hope’ that Cooper would show up when the whole f’king world was depending on him?

3) Why couldn’t Cooper just write down the message in dust rather than using the watch and making things more complicated?

4) What was the purpose of Dr. Mann other than wasting some time and giving Matt Damon a surprise role? (Oh yeah, they wanted to kill the black guy)

5) The more advanced people could use 5 dimensions but they still needed an ordinary man in Cooper to make their plan work.

6) The same old cliché of ‘randomly chosen guys’ to save the world

7) Does Michael Caine ever age?

8) Okay so Cooper only loves his daughter?

9) Don’t these astronauts ever eat? I mean the whole movie spans for nearly a century and they never eat.

10) What caused the problem in earth again?

There could be an entire article about these problems, but then again, every movie evokes such questions from the fans.

And every fan has the right to question the plot because he/she paid his/her well-earned money to watch that film (even if you downloaded that from the internet) but the problem with Interstellar is that it’s a Christopher Nolan film.

His previous outings didn’t give this much room for pointing out half-baked segments, making Interstellar one of his most debatable films. There are flaws but it’s wrapped in a tasty concept and some sugary technical brilliance.

Unlike the other contemporary releases, Interstellar makes you think even after you got out of the theatre, and it has been one of the outstanding traits of Nolan’s every film.

Like it or hate it, the film deserves appreciation for the efforts that were put in and of course the final product, but then again, there will surely be better films that will be made by Nolan considering how beautifully flawed his space saga was.

The Curious Case of Kissing in India

2014-11-09T22:37:00.001+05:30

Welcome to India. A place where the public rarely raise voice against the increasing rape rates, ever lively corruption, poverty (yeah how can a sentence that has India cannot be complete without a mention of poverty in the same line?), and all the other social evils that take place but goes chaotic when two people show public affection.

A nationwide protest is going on strong against this mentality of the Indians. And though the movement has been tagged as the “Youth’s sexual frustrations” by many of its opposers, it’s these same people who go against public show of affection that should check their frustration levels.

Well, to make matters let’s just look separately into the two groups.

The Protesters: This portion of the society which has been suppressed for a long time and denied their right. There is a certain amount of anger brewing in these souls and they have all the right to feel raged.

For decades, there has been a blind code followed by the so called ‘cultural society’ which has chained down all the dreams. And this rule of not showing public affection is just one strand of the infinite chain. What the protester are trying to do is to break the chains and fly high into the sky.

They want to enjoy the freedom that they deserve and the one that they are entitled to enjoy according to the law. There isn’t an Indian law which says that kissing in public is a punishable act and this gives them the urge for fighting.

They know that hiding love is never a path to better India. They can be tagged as forward thinkers who realize that the society needs to change and that too for the good.

The Opposers: It’s either the shameless urge of entering other’s personal life or the frustration of seeing something that you can’t do (the No one-should-have-what-I-don’t-have’ syndrome) that drives these people forward.

They have no problem if a child is being raped in public or if there is a lot of gutters in the public road but if someone somewhere initiates a hug or a kiss, these people jump in and do their black magic.

The reason they point out for the same is even ridiculous than the act they do. They say that it’s against culture India.

(yeah right… they might be talking about some utopian culture here because the real culture of India had Sati where the wife had to jump into the pyre of her husband, we had caste system where people were not even allowed to be in the sight of one another, we had this idea of lower caste women not being able to wear clothes, our culture wanted women to be confined to the four walls of the kitchen and many more shitty theories that were built to divide humans)

Technically according to these people, love< culture.

So the next time these guys are supposed to give some blood to your lower caste friend, do think about your culture that had caste system and let him die in peace.

And by the way, if these guys are really speaking about culture, they should stop wearing denims and Levis and start using something that fits the ‘Indian Culture’. They should start promoting the Carnatic music and kathakali instead of running behind Linkin Park and Christopher Nolan’s interstellar.

But hey, who’s got time to live up to the better part of our culture? Only thing they want is to rubber stamp a male dominant society that is ruled by right wing fascists.

If the parents of the protesters don’t have any problem, then what is bothering these opposers so much?

It would be hard to confine all the emotions through mere word but the idea of Kiss of Love protests going around India actually deserves some appreciation.

A portion of India wants to develop, they want freedom, they want their rights while the other portion is stuck in a rooster coop and is trying incredibly hard to drag everyone who wants to break the cage and enjoy the rain.

PS: Yes I’m biased, because it’s my fucking blog

Modi Sarkar: Just a bandwagon of hyped religious Extremist

2014-05-15T23:27:00.001+05:30

Has the nation dropped to such depths of desperations for economic growth to forget their morals, or was it the simple human tendency of the jumping on the bandwagon because everyone does so?

As India prepare to embrace Narendra Modi as it prime minister, the question above may resonate in the heads of the people like me for a long time.

Where to?

And there are a plethora of reasons for that but two of the most striking ones will be his inefficiency (and maybe involvement) during the Gujarat Riots and the developments of Gujarat which doesn’t live up to the sky touching hypes and sugar coating that it’s given by the Modi bhakts.

Riots first and the most prominent question lurking here will be “How can a man who couldn’t stop such chaos in his small state of 60 million people be trusted with a country of 1 billion?”

Chaos to be frank would be a niche word for what went down back in Gujarat during the riots.

A near death toll of 2000 is just a stat from the riots which had demoralizing stories of pregnant women being slit open after being raped to throw her fetus into fire, truckloads of dead bodies being burnt in a pit, people being cut into pieces, children being raped, body parts being cut and thrown into fire and many more.

All under the watchful eyes of the now “efficient savior” of India. The fact that Modi couldn’t stop all these is merely the best case scenario.

What makes these worse is the alleged involvement of Modi in all this. Though he was relieved of the charges, there are still a heap of unanswered questions which puts Modi’s wellbeing up in the air.

Why the police was not effective? Was they ordered to be so? And why was the man who admitted to slitting the pregnant women open given a clean chit by Modi? Why was a woman who led a massacre given a position in Modi’s government? Why was only 9 percentage of accused punished by the state government when 40 percent were by the Supreme Court? I could just fill the whole page with such questions.

Some men who executed it even claimed that Modi ordered the riots and said that Modi gave them full freedom to do their dreadful acts in a limit of three days.

For the instance let’s just say that it happened a decade ago and Modi is matured now. But in contradiction to that, Gujarat has the biggest Muslim slum in Asia and a disrupted Kashmir map in their website.

On top of that there is the big decision of Modi choosing a Hindu oriented Varanasi to contest when AAP’s Aravind Kejriwal decided to go right against Modi. So isn’t Kejriwal courageous than Modi who still was sure that he hasn’t won over the Muslims, or was it the guilt which was haunting him?

That being said, Modi still is a follower of the RSS ideologies of a Hindu Nation and their controversial stand against other religions. So is it worth taking the risk of giving such an extremist who still has a lot to get off his back the chance of implementing his ideas on a larger scale?

The willingness to take the risk lays on the growth that Gujarat has had under Modi. People who were impressed with his work in Gujarat decided to jump in the bandwagon in the hope that this might happen to India. Well there comes the second question then, how effective is Gujarat’s growth under Modi.

To start with, the state had its fair share of growth. And maybe Modi deserves credit despite Gujarat having the steady growth for the past three decades.

But it never is on top when compared to the other nations. Over the last decade, states like Bihar, Haryana and Maharashtra has showed similar or better economic developments than Gujarat, so why aren’t the chief ministers of those states considered as Prime Minister candidate? Maybe because they don’t have the backing of big corporates and a smart mouth like Modi.

Another big hole in Modi’s so called Modinomics has been the lack of distribution. The big businesses surely back Modi as he gave them public land and resources in cheap rate (they repaid him by sponsoring his campaign) but what did he offer to the small scale or the farmers? Nothing because they didn’t have anything to repay?

The Modi type is just a rapid implementation of development with the help of some private investor which only gives weightage to the rich and not the poor.

And while Modi has something to show when it comes to his economic indicators, his social ones are near horrible compare to other states. This includes the literacy rates, sex ratio, Teacher-Student ratio, Malnutrition rates, school dropout rates, and so on.

As far as corruptions are concerned, in a country of near 30 states, Gujarat stands sixth, a fact which covers the pain of having to write a long list.

So where did all these hype came from? What was the thing which made Modi different from everyone? The questions which were mentioned at the start are the only thing which I could find to explain the blind supporters who has been filling the Facebook newsfeed with Modi slogans.

They seemed to have a sense of aura around them as they were happy riding the bandwagon while the journalists who voiced against Modi felt pressure from everywhere they could imagine.

There are still a lot of things which could be held against, but I’m going to end it the way I started it, with two questions, would the Modi supporters still be with him if he comes out some day and admits that he had a hand in the Gujarat riots? And how long are we willing to stay blind eye on his sugar coating instead of admitting the truth?

PS: For doubts regarding the Authenticity of the facts, Googling is highly recommended

The Gem that a steward found

2013-08-15T09:43:00.003+05:30

It was the game of the decade. Two teams were poised to be the best in Europe, one with arguably the best attack in Europe while other comes along with a “special” Portuguese manager-player duo, the decisive second leg after a decimal first. All eyes were set on the screen as the lineups came up. A certain name was shown in the screen, for the home team, a certain 39 year old Welshman’s. Pundits were on a rampage as they saw the veteran in the squad instead of the English superstar.

“A game of such magnitude, and a player of his age?/ “

“The manager is taking a big gamble with the team “

“He has the experience but it’s the game of the decade and 39 is very old in football”

Criticisms rose as the teams set up in the famous tunnel of the theater of dreams.

It was a winter in 1973; Lynn gave birth to her first child in St.Davids hospital in Cardiff, much to the disappointment of her husband Danny Wilson, who was a rugby union player in Wales. The baby boy was named Ryan Wilson by his parents. Young Ryan had a hard time growing up with his parent’s unstable relationship and the racism he face because of his mixed race, his father Danny was the first mixed race player at the time to play for wales. Three stabs with the knife, that’s what Danny once took for standing up to the racial abuse that Ryan got. And it is Danny himself that changed his son’s life. Danny switched teams and moved to Swinton bringing the six year old Ryan to Salford a small town in Manchester, the place where the young boy turned into a legend.

It was a milestone for the veteran, 1000^th career appearance and a match like that. The whistle went off soon after the anthems the game’s pace was at the epitome. He was not on the left side that he has mastered over the years but that’s the managers decision and a player of his experience, let’s say Is versatile as hell. His wicked curving corners won his team corners early in the game. The game remained in a stalemate at halftime; he had silenced the critics by that time with his performance.

Deans FC, was a local club in Salford but their highlight was that their coach was highly acclaimed Manchester city scout Dennis Schofield. Schofield was instantly impressed by the newest addition to his squad, Ryan Wilson. Schofield immediately recommended Ryan to the Citizens and this landed Ryan in the school of excellence but this did not end his Deans Fc career. At an age of 13, Ryan led his team to a domestic cup victory in Anfield, thus bringing him into the radar of yet another team in England, Liverpool. But the biggest was yet to come. Harold Wood spent his time as a local newsagent and the steward at a football ground, he was impressed deeply by the dribbling skills and control possessed by Ryan and Harold showed no hesitation in recommending Ryan to his manager. The ground at which Harold worked as a steward late became the ground which witnessed the career which rewrote the histories. The ground was none other than the theatre of dreams, Old Trafford.

The second half started as there were no notable substitutions for the home team. The old stallion was still going strong and its his pull to the strings that gifted the home team with a one goal lead. He may have lost his pace but there is the agility and his pinpoint crosses and passes, irreplaceable. But it was all overshadowed by a controversial red card. The game, the legends milestone all ruined.

Ryan was called up for a trial match in old Trafford and unsurprisingly he excelled scoring a hat rick. He thought it was just an ordinary match but through the office window a certain scot was watching young Ryan play, Sir Alex Ferguson. Ryan’s life changed at the age of 14 mainly because of two incidents. First gave him the legendry name second made him a legend.

The ten man of the home team would not stand the immense pressure exerted by the Spaniards. The team began to crumble. They remained helpless as the referee’s decision changed the direction of the game. The goals began to leak through the home team. They conceded two in the second half. The game almost over, he was still in the field receiving praises of the commentators.

On the 14^th birthday, Ryan had a visitor in his home, Sir Alex Ferguson, it not every time that the scot goes personally to a youngsters house to recruit him. Ryan was handed a contract that would let him turn professional in three years Ryan didn’t have much to think as he put his signature on it He was now officially part of the Fergies’ Fledglings A few months later Ryan’s life took a turn again. The unstable relationship between of his parents came to an end leaving Ryan with his mother. His love for his mother and his urge to be known as a mother’s boy made him change his name from Ryan Wilson to Ryan Giggs.

The referee blew the final whistle and ended the game and the home team was knocked out. Giggs got all the praises for his performance, the career which started as a substitute for Dennis Irwin in 1990 saw yet another milestone that day. but the hunger for glory and the victory is not dead its stills strong as ever. The journey of the young boy from wales to the legend of old Trafford was not a cakewalk but that’s what distinguish men form boys, Legends form footballers, Giggs from the rest.

Inception is a love story - The Crazy Theory

2013-06-13T22:09:00.000+05:30

There are been many chaotic theories about the sane and insanity of this masterpiece from Christopher Nolan but this might be one of the craziest yet. Inception is a love story- you heard me right, a love story. We grew up seeing love stories like Romeo and Juliet, titanic etc. etc. most of them tragic to be precise and how can I exclude “The Notebook” from that list, tragic it may be but like others in the list it also takes the silver screen romance to a different level and why not it has the famous kissing scene of Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams in rain. A scene that lovers around the world still try to emulate.. Now these are all conventional examples and its easy to categorize them into that romance genre, but inception was a film that gave everyone a headache. Why? Coz it was a thriller, it was a heist thriller, it was psychological, there was action, there was a little of everything and one of the most underexplored theme of inception was romance.

If you have not watched the Inception and is still reading this, it’s time to turn back because what follows is a lot of spoilers and it would be unfair to spoil the fun of seeing an epic like this. So moving on with romance, Nolan known for his addictive video game like films created one of the most emotionally depthful characters, in Cobb. It his emotion that drives the movie forward his urge to return to his children at the same time it his emotion that stops him from doing that, his love towards Mal And it the conflict of Cobb – Love.

Madly in love with his wife Cobb was not ready to let her go even after her death and he was willing to risk his insanity just to do that, he kept her alive in his dreams, in his memories though he knew her presence could be an obstacle in his missions . Cobb was not ready to give up on the love of his wife. And that shows how deep Cobb’s feeling is , and the depth only increases accepting the fact that Cobb spend decades with Mal in the limbo. The lived a perfect lovers life in the limbo, with their dreams, they grew old together, they died together and after all this Cobb was still not able to let go of his love. And in the end even after stabbed in the chest by his love Cobb doesn’t let go forcing Ariadne to take action and finally end his pain of love.

A story is all about a character and his conflict and here though there are many characters, its Cobb’s story and the conflict he face is his love, and that’s why one of the most resounding themes of Inception is love, a theme which was buried by sheer brilliance and the psychological twists by the director.

How the Titanic Sank : Spongebob Version

2013-04-20T16:40:00.000+05:30

So following up on SpongeBob…

It was almost winter in bikini bottom and that day as usual SpongeBob had an energetic day at Krusty Krabs, Squidward had a boring one, Mr.Krabs had a green one and Patrick, let’s just say his day as usual didn’t make any sense. And Plankton who was irritated as usual with the profit of Krusty Krabs and the demise of his bucket took a decision that day, “Today will be the End of Krusty Krabs”. He began to work on his evil plan to get the work done.

Jack and Rose raced to the forward deck of the ship from the cargo, as the ships officers and designers realized that the ship is going on a collision course. The ship hit the iceberg as the chaos began. Flares started hitting the skies, people started their marathons and lifeboats got filled. Amidst all the chaos, Jack and Rose tried to get their life together. But as time went the lifeboats began to disappear and people began to plunch into the sea. Jack and rose ended up with a wall panel in the ocean. Rose gets on to the panel as the ship breaks into two. Jack in the cold sea held the hand of his love and gave her the last warmth of his body.

Bikini bottom was more chaotic, with shipwrecks and raining people. Everyone was running around. “it raining men….. And women……. And ships” Patrick shouted to SpongeBob. Scared by the increased wreckage rain everyone decided to migrate to Sand Mountain that night Bikini bottom became a Graveyard.

The following morning Sandy reached back at bikini Bottom after her stay at home. Seeing the debris and the dead people Sandy realized that it was a ship wreck that hit bikini bottom. Determined to give the dead a proper burial Sandy made her way through the dead and reached the sand mountain and convinced everyone that what happened needed to be cleaned up.

Mr.Krabs came up with his suggestion that the barren field in Bikini bottom will be an ideal place and it was. The next day everyone in bikini bottom was busy gathering the bodies in the barren fields. SpongeBob could only find a blonde guy near his house the rest was taken and kept as statues by Patrick. SpongeBob brushed the blonde’s hair across and took him to the barren field after burying him SpongeBob kept a stone at the place, a stone in shape of a heart.

Years passed as jelly fishes started coming to the barren fields and eventually the place where the ship wreck and the burial took place came to know as the jellyfish field and the jelly fish are believed to be the people who sleeps there.

Rose, now old told Jack’s story to Lovett and she went to the stern of the ship with the heart of the ocean she dropped it into the ocean and embraced the dream of living with jack. The Necklace swam into the deep ocean and landed in the Jellyfish field, near the heart stone that SpongeBob kept.

Plankton, sitting at the chum bucket, recalled that day the disaster took place. His evil plan to destroy the Krusty Krabs was to build a Freeze ray and he successfully built one too but he didn’t know that ice Floats on water and is powerful enough to cause a shipwreck.

And that’s almost the epitome of idioticity (I just made up that word) that someone who knows SpongeBob, titanic and 26 letter can get. J

Spongebob and Zuckerberg

2013-04-14T18:02:00.003+05:30

Ha.. a Blog finally, the sigh of freedom. The freedom Mark Zuckerburg had when he was blogging at the time he made that site which compared farm animals to girls. Well, my knowledge about blog circles around that, but basically it’s a place where you can write about all the random shit under the sun. Random doesn’t mean throwing a dice of six sides and ending up with one number, here it mean going down the deep sea and trying to end up with a drop of H2O. This combo of the freedom and randomness ended up Zuckerburg in trouble, not neck-deep trouble but trouble. Then again before this sigh of freedom came I’ve been writing for various other sites, So the problem writing there was it was pretty much limited to already given topics,so i decided to come here and enjoy the freedom. And while typing this I’m still wondering why “Zuckerberg “is shown as a spelling error in my computer, maybe the accidental billionaire needs to be added to the dictionary, and rightfully he deserves so coz he finally made a book that everyone likes to open. And back to the freedom SHIT,HELL CRAP,FUDGE I was not

supposed to say all these on some other site but now I can write like Scorsese or Tarantino with all the censored words that came with funny sounds in that episode of Sponge Bob. Ha Sponge Bob surprisingly is in my dictionary and best part he doesn’t even exist like Zuckerburg does. I’m not comparing Sponge Bob and Zuckerberg but still I know the yellow guy since I was young. He doesn’t need any money or the fame and maybe that’s why everyone loves him and maybe that explains why Zuckerberg is treated as an alien in MIB. And with all respect to the founder of Facebook I’m here to Enjoy the freedom, now I’am not going to dig a six hundred yard tunnel through the wall or crawl through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness to get that freedom and even if I do that Morgan Freeman Is not going to narrate about that But I'm here to embrace the Rain and allow it to seep into the soul.