Cupid’s bullet

Posted on February 14, 2013 by The Nameless One

You must be wondering why a bullet? Well in today’s world, an arrow is somewhat old fashioned (although I disagree but keeping in this context) because the world we are in people fall in and out of love just in a snap. Ridiculous really.

I personally don’t mind such cheesy holidays, though in most countries it’s not technically a holiday. The only thing I see is more couples flaunting and showing how not-so-lucky others are and shit, and on the other side – singles, fu-ck-damentalists, and some sorry fellas hooked up unsuccessful in getting laid bitching about Valentine’s Day on how it is fake, more about corporates making money. While I agree that on both sides there is truth, whom I feel sorry for are the middle ones who aren’t able to enjoy a day on this theme, if I can put it that way.

The holiday here in India for instance regarded as a front for neocolonialism, and the exploitation of working classes through commercialism by multinational corporations. Studies have shown that Valentine’s Day promotes and exacerbates income inequality in India, and aids in the creation of a pseudo-westernized middle class. As a result, the working classes and rural poor become more disconnected socially, politically, and geographically from the hegemonic capitalist power structure. While I agree with this, but here is the catch – isn’t this the same story almost everywhere? With that logic, not only India but almost every country should be removed from the world map.

And coming to the non-intellectual aka foolish lot, the hindu/religious ‘activists’ (give me a break), politicians and all those who have their own agenda, I have no need to even explain. One of the big reasons why the country/world is on a downward spiral. Well not only them, everyone else who share similar mentality and absurd thinking.

And coming to today’s daily prompt, well I have already mentioned a few times about the things I love, viz my laptop, gadget-accessories and well, bed. Not sure I have very much affection for anyone, let alone full love. Still waiting for that darling person to enter me life, and probably who can manage to put a bullet through my head. And sorry for letting you down, I stopped writing poetry years ago, and if I honestly admit by looking back, they were just absurd ramblings of my younger foolish naive self. More or less.

So instead, here is a drastic turned beautiful short love story I personally found in the critically acclaimed and best thing on TV, Game of Thrones based on the epic book series A Song of Ice and Fire.

Not going to say much if you haven’t read/seen already, if not I highly recommend you start doing it the first you do next. Hopefully next year I’ll have a more positive thing to write. Till then:

Valentine’s Day? That’s a Linkin Park song!

Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Posted on February 13, 2013 by The Nameless One

Somethings I know I should do . . . but don’t.

I’m supposed to do study and do something worthwhile with my career and life, buy so far not doing so.

I have to start taking care of my health and body, eat only good food and exercise.. a lot.

I need to have some direction in my life. But here I’m just wandering nowhere. I can’t say I’m lost when I don’t know where I’m heading right?

P.S. This is my 100th post on this blog, in less than a month and a half! Quite ironic it turned out to be on things which I’m supposed to be doing/done but haven’t. So time to start I guess?

The Nameless One

Posted on February 12, 2013 by The Nameless One

Explain why you chose your blog’s title and what it means to you.

This blog title of mine is a reflection of ~~how I consider~~ myself. I already wrote a decent (well I hope) post about this in my first post of this blog which you can read here.

As for my other blog which I have been writing for about five and a half years now, the title is pretty much self explanatory.

The Mountain

Posted on February 11, 2013 by The Nameless One

Some of the most surreal experiences I’ve had were during my trips to the north east of the country, near the mighty Himalayas. I always wanted to travel around the world, and especially the Himalayas and the beautiful mountains. I have seen a part of the mighty mountain range, and like in the movie The Bucket List I want to see something magnificent before I die. I actually started blogging after my last camp n 2007, which you can see in the early archives of my other blog.

In recent times, another close to surreal experience when I saw one of my most favourite band Poets of the Fall live for the first time! You can read a detailed account of my experience here.

Paperback or eBooks?

Posted on February 11, 2013 by The Nameless One

So for this end-week’s challenge, being asked between paperback and ebooks on which medium you prefer reading, I voted for paperback and not so surprisingly that was in the majority about three fourths in number relatively.

Now why is that so? Well for I actually don’t mind either, as I have read lot of books held in my hands and in the past years lots on my computer and my cell phone. While I never owned a e-reader, tablet computer or fancy cell phone, so I can’t really say how much enjoyable reading on one is, say for the few times on an old cell phone of mine and many others on my laptop.

Both have their own advantages. Like in ebook form, I can have many I want with me while traveling and not worry about any additional volume or weight. I have GBs of ebooks (not counting comics, which is another massive world of it’s own) on my computer which if each one were a paperback, I guess I would have to own a building library or something to store them all. But the hassle is, while on the go I’ll have to worry about the battery and the device itself not being screwed.

While on the other hand I don’t have to worry about ‘charging’ my paperback books (or hardcover for that matter). I can read anywhere and in any comfortable position I want (please don’t think about sex, one thing at a time folks), while I could do the same with a e-reader just I’d have to be more careful. Here personally I might be favouring the real thing more as I already said I never had the comfort of a e-reader and lazying around.

But in the end, what matters really are the quality of the book and your level of interest in it. That aside, it should matter much through which medium you enjoy a good read.

E-Readers with e-books are the future, which is what seems likely. But still, the sheer joy of going into a bookstore, the smell of fresh new books and random smiling faces who get your same feelings is a pleasure of it’s own.

Learning something new

Posted on February 10, 2013 by The Nameless One

You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

I’m mostly a self learner. Many times my curiosity gets the better of me an I tend to try out new things, in many cases later I have to look up on it either by reading or asking someone. Guess I should learn to read the instruction manual first.

But I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. While it depends in many cases on which skill we are indulging in, I feel the best way to learn something is to try it out (well if it’s possible that is, which must be in most cases). Well there are many unique cases, such as learning or improving on a language. In such a case reading becomes (a big part of) doing it. Well you get the point, hopefully.

When I hear, I forget.

When I see, I remember.

When I do, I learn.

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:

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!