About The Nameless One

Cinematographer. Conversationalist. Coffee Slayer. Vagabond story teller. Gamer. Life enthusiast. I just do things.

Away From Keyboard

Posted on February 9, 2013 by The Nameless One

This must be one of the most relevant documentaries of our times, telling the tale of one of the world’s most famous sites The Pirate Bay. While I personally don’t fully condone piracy, this is a tale of our internet culture and in a way, freedom of expression.

You can watch it fully in HD below on Youtube, or download it from torrents in 480p, 720p and 1080p formats. Yeah this time it IS legal so don’t shy away 😀

Visit the TPB AFK site and support it by buying it if you can. I know quite ironic to buy something which is the pioneer of piracy.

Spread and share the film online and offline. This is the documentary of our times.

There is no real life, just AFK.

The Road Behind

Posted on February 9, 2013 by The Nameless One

A question about childhood. Well sadly mine is not a great one, nor a poor/pathetic turned awesome one (yet) either.

Me about 6 months old with my late paternal grandparents

I was a loner throughout my life, and mostly still am, not that I’m happy or sad about it, that’s the way I always was. I was a very big fuck up while growing up, my insides as well as outsides were both screwed up. I was the don’t-be-with-or-play type of kid, and usually spent my time wandering somewhere on my own, or most other time watching TV, reading comics and doing some crap. Well since both my parents ~~were~~ are working, I spent most time with myself, not counting the young annoying sister before she grew up and my late grandmother before she was… well, dead.

And before you begin to wonder what about school, ya my school was awesome, it was a boys’ school with a girls’ school some 10 minutes away and while most guys went around hitch hiking for scoring with a girl, well those who didn’t already, and I was on my own trying to figure out humanity itself in a way.

The thing is, which prevalent even now, I never felt lonely when I was alone and on the contrary I felt ~~always~~ mostly out of place whenever with a crowd. Solitude was my bliss, well most of the times. More on that in a previous post called My (not so) favourite person.

My childhood was kind of ugly. I lived in way without the comfort of family or luxury of friends. Let me clarify with what I meant. With family, I was nor am close to anyone in particular. Sure I come from an average family who is fortunate enough not to be on the roads or afford anything like over 70% of the world, and be ~~constantly~~ always be reminded of that regardless of my problems, while also look at people ahead in the race of life and not achieving anything or being a mole in the family, which again was always be reminded. Heck can’t I just be who I am and accepted the way I am? Typical (add – South) Indian family. Well I must admit, much better off in lot of regards, but plain pathetic in others. And while always being reminded, mock, insulted of my screw ups which more than half were total unnecessary, my family bonds aren’t that great at all. Just another obligatory situation. And in the other end, when I meant don’t have the luxury of friends, sure I know thousands of people from various walks of life, but that is mostly on a pure greeting and working together basis. I help, I receive help, spend some time together and that’s it, I disappear. As I already mentioned, because of my way of growing up I was the king-lone-wolf and I must have made a proper friend for the first time when I was 13 or 14 years old. Not that I’m a social person, let alone a social climber, I guess this suits me the best.

And coming back to my insides and outsides being screwed up, the reckless person I always was, the award for the maximum no. of accidents goes to my head. I have broken my head countless times, braces, surgeries in my mouth because of various mouth issues and 2 broken jaws, the list is drastic. Sometimes I think I’m insane because of this, then I realize I’m one regardless. I had a brain attack when I was 4, and got eye surgery at the same age, an asthma patient for some years in school, less than average health, well yeah I was pretty fucked up. Physically, emotionally, and even intellectually and mentally.

Sometimes I do wish I could change my past, but then didn’t think of it much as one of the many lessons I learned and always applied was moving on and not give a shit. While I’m not complaining, I’m one of those persons who will say who doesn’t miss his childhood (or teenage as a matter of fact, well all and the same).

So I juts keep calm and do what I got to do. Or figuring that out anyways. And this recent article I read sure does nail it, 6 harsh truths which that will make you a better person. Caution: Not for everyone, just for screws ups and sort of screw ups.

Sorry for the depressing, sad wall of text, as I already warned, not a great story. No one cares for ugly stories of ugly kids unless for some PR. Instead here is picture of a cute baby elephant as a thanks for ~~reading~~ bearing:

The Perfect Ending

Posted on February 9, 2013 by The Nameless One

When I think of a great ending, what comes to my mind is my most favourite of all time, The Dark Knight Trilogy, here the ending of the last film The Dark Knight Rises. It was perfect, the way I would have always wanted it to be. The legendary director Christopher Nolan nailed it. Let me remind you, here these 3 films unlike all the rest of Batman stories in comics, animation, video games and others are Batman stories, this was the story of Bruce Wayne, his human side.

665889_10200138954223558_1032348933_o They say nothing is perfect, despite so called flaws, if there was something near perfect, it is this. After about 2 decades of struggle (not counting childhood) we see Bruce finally finding some measure of peace, which we will perhaps never see in another medium as it is like a curse of Batman to forever being the caped crusader. Even in the acclaimed Justice League TV series which ran from 2001-2006, we see the most possible end of the (animated here) universe, with a over 80 years old Bruce Wayne guiding (in his stone cold fashion as he is known for) his successor as the Batman Beyond.

Well after all the fear, chaos and pain (the themes of each respective movies) he finally finds someone to share his love, Selina Kyle/Catwoman and disappearing to Europe and possibly worldwide, while subtly hinting to his closest friends Jim Gordon and Lucius Fox that their friend is alive and well, appearing before his life long oldest friend, guardian, butler and father figure Alfred possibly for the last time and bestowing all his secrets and ‘the cave’ to his protege. I couldn’t ask for more. Thank you Nolan.

Ruuef P.S. Well with who knows how much billions of secret stash of money and going away with Selina who is played by the gorgeous and hot Anne Hathaway, gets to spend the rest of his life fucking her somewhere in a luxurious place? Not much of a sacrifice eh Bruce 😛

The three most important years

Posted on February 8, 2013 by The Nameless One

If I were to think of three important years in my life — not including the year I was born, well quite honestly I must say there is not one which I can pin point to be very important, let alone three. I might go on and say many years, but the reasons for them would only include things which happened in the world, like a new book or movie and not exactly fully pertaining to my personal life, even though if they played a big role in it.

Instead here I asked my mother this question to which she replied:

-1982. She got her first job. She was 20 and despite her poor family problems and upbringing, she has Masters of Commerce, Certified Associate of Indian Institute of Banking, works in a bank and being a 51 year old woman today going to get her third degree in Human Rights. Despite being a working woman both in office and home, she studies now because she gets bored, and goes bonkers because of me, and wants to ‘inspire her son’ to do something useful 😛

So far I’m 21 and still useless. Way to go mother.

-1990. She got married to my pop. I still ask her how did she marry him. Well she was the papa’s girl so. That worked out well, I guess. At least I’m not on the roads so…

-1992. Apocalypse. I was born. Nothing more to say. 😛

On asking my father the same question, he replied with only one:

-1995. He managed to put me in school. Was a big relief for him back then. Not so much now, thanks to my brilliant performance in college and in general. Ah well, life isn’t over yet right?

So which years are important to you?

Karma Chameleon

Posted on February 8, 2013 by The Nameless One

Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

No.

Being born in a Hindu family, worse, a Brahmin Iyer one and to top them all being in India, where all such concepts feel at home. Reincarnation being a very religious and philosophical subject has lots of takes on it with various interpretations. They say your soul never dies and takes on a new life, it depends on your actions and how you live your life.

Now if they were any true, I surely would have been a mosquito in my former life, for now I’m usually in deep shit…

While I respect everyone’s opinions and beliefs, so as long as they have the same outlook and no one enforces one’s on another. While I like to believe in karma and destiny, practically I feel you are accountable to no one but yourself. And often it becomes very annoying or very hilarious. If there is any truth to it I’d like to be an eagle and fly everywhere without headache, for right now I’m sort of already in the plain of oblivion.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique

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This week’s challenge was another interesting one, and when I thought about something unique, isn’t it ironic that there are so many in our world and universe which is are unique? Unique in their own ways?

The best representation of unique for me is

Myself.

Who or what else could it be? Who could be more unique than yourself in this existence? Well sorry to sound also pessimist here at the same time, we are all drowning in this vast ocean of unique individuals here who do big things and achieve great wonders. While I admire many such people myself, never fail to recognize oneself as important, that is the first step in achieving something in life, Or at least it will help you not be suicidal.

Coming to the picture above, as you can already see how I look by just looking a bit at the left, that picture was taken in the Mumbai Comic-Con 2012. There was booth for promoting The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey too and ‘best photographs’ were in for some prizes. I don’t know how they judged, maybe for cos-players but needless to say I won some cool The Dark Knight Rises merchandise 😀

And I got that Guy Fawkes mask from the BombayMerch booth, which is one of the most famous online shopping sites in my city which is founded and owned by a very old friend of mine. Always wanted (an authentic) one and got it, known by the epic graphic novel/movie V for Vendetta and used by infamous hacktivist group Anonymous, as it has become a symbol of freedom and revolution.

Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask, there is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.

Right to Health

Posted on February 7, 2013 by The Nameless One

Is access to medical care something that governments should provide, or is it better left to the private sector? Are there drawbacks to your choice?

To answer this question, I would like to put it this way: The government is supposed to provide good medical care to citizens, but unfortunately the failure is to such an extent that not even basic requirements are met to millions. The story is pretty much the same around the globe. All of the hardworking tax payers’ money is being swallowed by the corrupt, and in worse cases getting treatment is like fighting against a crime. Isn’t it a crime by the government? But why would they care? The rich can manage, the middle struggle and the poor just suffer.

Here comes to the private sector. We all know government hospitals suck. In most cases, just to sound real but you know the real story. On the other hand, many private hospitals which have the best of the doctors and facilities and more like a luxury hotel, only serve a fraction of the whole people. If I were have to choose, I would have to go with the lesser evil here, as in this case atleast something is being done.

Sure we have a ‘Right to Health*’ but the unwritten part is ‘*Limited conditions, otherwise go fuck yourselves’.

Update: Today in latest news I’m disgusted to know India is the second lowest country in the world which spends on health care.

Hardly 1% of the GDP is spent on the health sector. The Government doesn’t do anything, not does it help the private health sector. I knew things were fucked up, I never knew the numbers that it is so goddam fucked up!

And they are satisfied with the fact the lowest is Pakistan, as we are above them. Being happy just being a spot above one of the most fucked up failed state in the world, seriously? Even (I should add relatively) poorer countries in Africa do more!

And you expect India to be a super power, let alone a developed nation!?

Are you out of your fucking minds you fucked up morons?! ARGH!

Blogging is….

Posted on February 7, 2013 by The Nameless One

Blogging is about expressing, sharing, connecting… and talking to myself, well in a more sophisticated way. Ironically this might be shortest post ever which is on the topic of blogging itself. Well the answer lies with both of my blogs!

Choose your own path

Posted on February 6, 2013 by The Nameless One

It was a hard choice, and had to be made quick. The ally was freed, and comrades old and new were on the ship, ready to sail. The soldiers and mercenaries under the command of the corrupt official were almost dealt with.

Blood split everywhere.

For a higher cause.

There was no reason to wait, as the objective was met. Or was it? The warrior stood on the ship, seeing what unfolded quickly before him. The corrupt official managed to endure the surprised, well planned attack. Before him across the bridge he emerged from the tower with some captive woman he held. Cursed and abused he did. Set the watch tower on fire with the woman held hostage he did. And fled the scene, not before threatening to return and seek vengeance and continue his misfortune.

If a decision had to be made, it had to be quick. Should he chase down and finish him once and for all, for he might be true to his word, and return to plague the town, village and forest as he did up till this point? Or save the lives of the innocent woman, held as whores for his need, and left as hostage to be burned felicitating his escape? Could he hope to do it, hoping his comrades on land finish him off? Were the woman innocent and deserving to be saved? Or chase down the scoundrel and deal with him once and for all, helping thousands, but going against what he always stood for, saving a life? He had to choose – after jumping off the ship, go after the scoundrel, as he was was already far off by then, or proceed to save the woman. Not a moment more he could spare if he has to accomplish either one of them.

What was the question? Was it the greater good? Or lesser evil?

Or why indulge in it at all? For his work was done, he can just simply sail away, for he had a greater mission at hand, which could not wait further, leaving the fate of the woman, the scoundrel, and rest of the people to their own fate.

But the choice was clear. Within the blink of an eye…

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt

Posted on February 6, 2013 by The Nameless One

So what will be the most amazing and epic game of our lives was revealed, and sadly it will be the final witcher game (but you may never know in the future). Real bittersweet news. The Witcher franchise is my most favourite, and they beat the shit out of almost everyone else in terms of mature complex story and wonderful look. Here is to Geralt’s possibly last epic adventure!

You can check out my review of The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings.

ib17DDkgyMQ8KP Title reveal video, what we have for now but some epic music at least: