Disclaimer: The intention of this blog post is only to express my views and opinions, and not to hurt, insult or affect anybody else in any way. I live in a democratic country, I know my rights, I know that I'm allowed to express myself freely and honestly.
Hey fellow readers, how have you been? Life at my end has been more or less the usual - a little fucked up and a little bit of fun and a little bit of nothingness. So, basically, a typical 23 year old's life.
Anyway, I'm here to talk about something that has become a huge part of discussions that happen in the world today. But before I get into the details of this topic, I'd like to share some of my views in general with y'all.
We, humans, are different from the other species on this wonderfully weird planet. No, we are not superior by birth. For instance, we can't fly, we can't dwell under water, we can't hear/emit ultra high frequency sounds, etc etc. But what makes us different, is the fact that we have a well developed brain. Now, whether you believe that owning a well developed brain is a gift or a curse, is up to you, my friend. We possess the power to do amazing things, things beyond our wildest of imaginations. We travel through space and explore the universe and come across new experiences and become wiser everyday. It's pretty amazing, what a powerful brain can do. Alas, everything comes at a price. And it's not any different here either.
Humans also possess the power to destroy, annihilate and mutilate. You, I and everyone else. If we chose to, we can annihilate several lives in a blink of an eye.
For some reason, the concept of standing united as one does not exist in the world that we live in today. Humans are selfish. A bit too much. So much that we will never unite for a common cause; unless some day, an external alien force threatens to kill us all.
Now, having said that, let me get down to the topic we have at hand. When humans do not understand the concept of uniting for a common cause, they are bound to exercise their power in some other way. Yup, you guessed it. On each other... We inflict a lot of damage upon each other and the weaker species on the planet. Now, if there's one principle that I live by, it's - 'Do not hurt the weaker species. Protect them, help them and nurture their lives.' It's a very simple principle, but also a very powerful one. One that very few people on the planet understand and follow.
Let us take a more deeper look at this principle. When you strangle a chicken to kill it, you can hear it screeching and shrieking, begging for mercy. It's not a pleasant sound, and we know too damn well that it's in a lot of pain and it's not enjoying it. When you throw a stone at a puppy and you hit it, you can hear the squeals let out by the little doggy. You know that it's in a lot of pain and you know that you probably lost your chance at making a new friend. When a goat is sent to the slaughterhouse, little does it know that it's his last day, the last time to bond with family and friends, the last time to enjoy the smell and taste of fresh grass, the last time to express his love to other goats around him.
Let us extrapolate this, shall we. (Extrapolate...I'm not sure if that's the right word. Sounds about right). When humans don't understand the concept of preserving the perfect ecosystem by protecting the weaker species, they take advantage and focus their power on humans themselves. Pretty weird huh? Humans attacking other humans! So here comes the sad face of harassment and torture. When humans decide to attack each other, there's no way we can be happy for one another. For as long as we're alive, we may never understand the concept of 'the greater good'. At the moment we live in a world where each individual says 'I want the world to prosper and I want to contribute to humanity' while they're thinking 'It's all about me. I don't give a flying fuck whether everyone else lives or dies.'.
It's ironic that man has such a powerful brain and can't seem to understand three simple words 'Protect the weak'. I don't have to paint any more pictures for you, as I'm sure, you've already begun to imagine how far this can go. So, coming to where we are today. Certain men attack women and harass them and perform unspeakable acts upon them. Why? Because, they seem to have a hard time understanding and preaching the concept of 'Do not hurt the weaker species, protect them.' Well, certain men attack weaker men as well. Or a certain gang of men attack a single man/woman, leaving the victim behind helpless. In my eyes, none of it makes sense.I still can't seem to get over the statement I made earlier- Humans attacking other humans?... It's funny how we fear the existence of aliens, when we can barely manage to live with each other! I bet, far far away, if aliens do actually exist, they're looking at us on a big screen saying 'Humans huh' and laughing their asses off (If, in fact, they do possess asses.).
Well, I guess there's no point in bitching and cribbing about the past, because what's done is done, and cannot be changed. I guess I should shift my focus to the current living situation. We live in an extremely complex world today. And extremely is an absolute understatement. (or under-word, or under-adjective). We live in a dangerous world today, and I know that I don't have to elaborate because you know that very well too. Certain temporary remedies that I can think of is \ provide pepper spray and mild stun-guns to all women \ women, carry them all the time, they're way more important than your keys or your cell phone \ provide small mini weapons to men and women (knives, blades, gas) \ have emergency buttons installed on your wallet/purse to call for immediate help \ make self-defense classes absolutely mandatory for everyone\ and last, and most importantly: spread the word 'Protect the weaker species, do not hurt them', and make sure that all the people you know do practice it.
Once again, I'd like to remind you that my intentions are pure and the last thing I want to do is affect anyone in any harmful way. I love you all. I have expressed my views and I'd like to thank you for reading this article. I hope you came across something new while reading through my post, and I trust that you will do your part in shaping up a better world.
Take care of yourselves, take care of each other.
Thank you and Good night.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Saturday, July 28, 2012
What makes the world go around? What drives us? Money?
Funny world we live in. A world where a man would lie for money, a world where a man would cheat for money, a world where a man would slay for money. It's almost as if... money is all that matters. I think it's safe to say that we live in a world where we would embrace money and business more than things that live and breathe. When I, personally, look at the big picture, that makes no sense to me! Just ask yourself this... What drives us? And based on a hunch, I'd say, most people would say, earning lots of money. And who can blame them?! We live in a world where money is essential... like air, food and water!
There have been instances I've come across that completely baffle me. I read that most celebrity divorce settlements cost hundreds of millions of dollars. That's One followed by Eight Zeros (100,000,000$+). That's fucking crazy. So, this is the picture. We have a couple arguing over a settlement that costs over a hundred million dollars, and we have third world countries where a father would sell his own child for a few pennies. Over a hundred million dollars...That's enough money to make thousands of people live happily forever and ever, why split the cash between just a couple of them? Do people realize that that kind of money can make a huge difference in the lives of several several people who don't deserve to die so young?
And what's the deal with people getting paid unfathomable amounts of money for posing nude on television?! Spare me, but, hasn't everybody seen a penis or a set of breasts before? I must say this again, funny world we live in.
Anyway, I digress.
Now, here's the kicker. It does seem like I have a bone to pick with the people who want lots of money... But that's not true. It pains me to say this, but...everyone needs money. They should want money. There's no other way to go on living, sadly! But, people, draw a line somewhere. You should want money, enough to make you TRULY happy (and not superficially happy) and satisfy your basic needs. But you must not crave for money. A craving for money would, in some skewed sense, imply that you would do anything for money. And that's where, I believe, most people tend to cross the line.
Now, let's look at this from another angle. Imagine that you were the creator of a planet inhabited with creatures. Say, you're always watching from above, and looking over. How would you feel when you looked at your planet, and saw that the creatures were living in chaos and destruction and fighting over little pieces of paper?
Now...does that ring a bell?
As much as I'd love to continue writing more on my thoughts over this subject, I have to tell you that I realized that this topic would be much much more interesting if a group of people were involved in the discussion, rather than just me rambling on and on for eternity (also, it's time to go to bed).
So, take care of yourselves, take care of each other. Good night!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
When Metal and I met - Part IV
Hello everyone!
We're back with the 4th episode of the series "When Metal and I met"!
Now where were we? Oh that's right, we had stopped at just around the time when my 2nd year pre-university college was coming to an end. I've got to narrate a few incidents here. Around that time, my duty was to study 24/7 so that I'd able to get excellent scores no CET,AIEEE and IIT entrance exams. Well, all kidding aside, I did work pretty hard and man, it was worth it. So there was really no time for fun when you're a serious candidate competing to get into an IIT or an NIT. And the class that I was in, man, it was filled with people with enormous IQs. No kidding, they were dedicated and more so, very very intelligent. It was intimidating. So, we were sort of stuck in a mad race for glory and excellence. And consequently, the amount of work we had to put in was inhuman and abnormally large. So, somehow we had to bear with putting aside all the fun stuff and get on with studying like crazy mfs. So I did that, and things were going just fine (apart from the fact that I was drained of all fun). And in this short window of time, I lost a digicam and a cell phone and a lot of money. Not all at once (Boy, that would've sealed my fate). But one after the other. Man, that was absolutely fucking insane. I was so ridiculously devastated, and all I could feel is regret and anger. My dad didn't like it at all (you really can't blame him). My mom played more of a supportive role and you know, consoled me and stuff (man, she's the best; what would I do without her).But still, there was a pretty hot ball of rage manifested inside of my chest that I had to let go of. And sadly, I would lash out and throw all my anger at people. My friend Anirudh took a few verbal blows from me. My friend Abhiram got the worst of it. We fought so bad, we did not speak for another 8 months or so. Fuck, that was brutal. So anyway, with all of this shit in my head, I had to go on; I had to study well and stuff. I managed to do that, and by god's grace, I got a fairly decent score on my CET, not so much on AIEEE and IIT. And it was really sad for me that I didn't make it to the IITs. It felt like a big part of my life and desires had come to an abrupt and dismal end. So, it was misery after misery that kept piling up on my head, and it was getting to be a really fuckin' big burden (at this point, I feel that most of you with a similar experience would be able to connect with my story well).
So now what? I lost property, I lost glory, I lost my friends, I lost hope and worst of all, my self-esteem had hit rock bottom (it's an awful feeling, believe me; and to get rid of it, ain't that easy). The holidays had begun, and I was not very happy. We had a long holiday, something like 3 months. So I had no idea what I was going to do then. I had to sort of sit down and relax for a few days and get back to a small bit of reality.
Eventually, I figured, it's time to do something new. I loved music ever since I was a little boy, and I still did. So I thought, maybe I could do something more with music, other than just listening to it. So I went and bought an acoustic guitar. (Now that I mention it, I can't believe how ridiculously clichéd that sentence has become). I mean, back then there was a time when chicks thought that guitarists were cool. So it was sort of like a shortcut to getting laid or getting a girlfriend or something like that (but if you're thinking on the same lines, the shortest route would probably be money). Anyway, as you can tell, I was incredibly stupid and I had a skewed way of thinking and all that. But believe me, there comes a time in every frickin' guy's life when he thinks exactly on those very lines (if you don't believe me, you're in for a rude shock). So anyway, let's get back to the point.
I picked up the guitar, and I had no idea what to do with it, other than holding it and feeling awesome most of the time. But that came to an end very quickly. I decided to get on with actually learning how to play something on the guitar. So I watched a few basic video lessons on the net; stuff like up picking, down picking, alternate picking, e minor chord, etc. But then I came across a word called "shredding", and let me tell you, it blew my mind away. So when it comes to music, what does "shredding" mean? In simple words, playing an instrument incredibly fast. Not good enough? Alright, here's an illustration.
We're back with the 4th episode of the series "When Metal and I met"!
Now where were we? Oh that's right, we had stopped at just around the time when my 2nd year pre-university college was coming to an end. I've got to narrate a few incidents here. Around that time, my duty was to study 24/7 so that I'd able to get excellent scores no CET,AIEEE and IIT entrance exams. Well, all kidding aside, I did work pretty hard and man, it was worth it. So there was really no time for fun when you're a serious candidate competing to get into an IIT or an NIT. And the class that I was in, man, it was filled with people with enormous IQs. No kidding, they were dedicated and more so, very very intelligent. It was intimidating. So, we were sort of stuck in a mad race for glory and excellence. And consequently, the amount of work we had to put in was inhuman and abnormally large. So, somehow we had to bear with putting aside all the fun stuff and get on with studying like crazy mfs. So I did that, and things were going just fine (apart from the fact that I was drained of all fun). And in this short window of time, I lost a digicam and a cell phone and a lot of money. Not all at once (Boy, that would've sealed my fate). But one after the other. Man, that was absolutely fucking insane. I was so ridiculously devastated, and all I could feel is regret and anger. My dad didn't like it at all (you really can't blame him). My mom played more of a supportive role and you know, consoled me and stuff (man, she's the best; what would I do without her).But still, there was a pretty hot ball of rage manifested inside of my chest that I had to let go of. And sadly, I would lash out and throw all my anger at people. My friend Anirudh took a few verbal blows from me. My friend Abhiram got the worst of it. We fought so bad, we did not speak for another 8 months or so. Fuck, that was brutal. So anyway, with all of this shit in my head, I had to go on; I had to study well and stuff. I managed to do that, and by god's grace, I got a fairly decent score on my CET, not so much on AIEEE and IIT. And it was really sad for me that I didn't make it to the IITs. It felt like a big part of my life and desires had come to an abrupt and dismal end. So, it was misery after misery that kept piling up on my head, and it was getting to be a really fuckin' big burden (at this point, I feel that most of you with a similar experience would be able to connect with my story well).
So now what? I lost property, I lost glory, I lost my friends, I lost hope and worst of all, my self-esteem had hit rock bottom (it's an awful feeling, believe me; and to get rid of it, ain't that easy). The holidays had begun, and I was not very happy. We had a long holiday, something like 3 months. So I had no idea what I was going to do then. I had to sort of sit down and relax for a few days and get back to a small bit of reality.
Eventually, I figured, it's time to do something new. I loved music ever since I was a little boy, and I still did. So I thought, maybe I could do something more with music, other than just listening to it. So I went and bought an acoustic guitar. (Now that I mention it, I can't believe how ridiculously clichéd that sentence has become). I mean, back then there was a time when chicks thought that guitarists were cool. So it was sort of like a shortcut to getting laid or getting a girlfriend or something like that (but if you're thinking on the same lines, the shortest route would probably be money). Anyway, as you can tell, I was incredibly stupid and I had a skewed way of thinking and all that. But believe me, there comes a time in every frickin' guy's life when he thinks exactly on those very lines (if you don't believe me, you're in for a rude shock). So anyway, let's get back to the point.
I picked up the guitar, and I had no idea what to do with it, other than holding it and feeling awesome most of the time. But that came to an end very quickly. I decided to get on with actually learning how to play something on the guitar. So I watched a few basic video lessons on the net; stuff like up picking, down picking, alternate picking, e minor chord, etc. But then I came across a word called "shredding", and let me tell you, it blew my mind away. So when it comes to music, what does "shredding" mean? In simple words, playing an instrument incredibly fast. Not good enough? Alright, here's an illustration.
A Neoclassical shred by Rob Marcello
That should give you a heads up. So where was I? Yes, like I said, I saw someone shred on a guitar, and I was like OH MY GOD! I was a loss for words, and I said to myself, "There's no way I'm gonna be able to do that!". So I had my goals set pretty straight, learn how to strum a few chords and stop. So it took me a few months to learn how to pick well and play a few basic chords like E minor, C major and A minor.
After that, I thought I should learn how to play a few popular songs or rather, popular and simple songs. Started off with a couple of Nirvana songs, and Californication by Red hot chili peppers. Let me tell you, it was no piece of cake. My fingers was perpetually and constantly in pain, and the skin of my fingers got peeled off every time I played. It took me months at a stretch to be able to play just those songs.
So now, as I was thinking about all this, it suddenly hit me that you must be wondering; Had I become a metalhead yet? Well, strange enough, no I had not. I was still only into bands like Nirvana, Godsmack, Reveille, Trapt, etc. And I was only eager to learn how to be able to play songs like the ones I used to listen to. Metal had still not made it's presence. And the bands that I mentioned really just played rhythms, so I only took me a few more months to figure out how their songs were played. It was really fun to realize that I had slowly begun to learn something new and I was getting the hang of it. But certainly not enough to make me happy, considering the fact that my personal life was so disoriented and I was a careless klutz.
Fellow readers, I'm going to take a rain-check now. I think it's safe to say that I have just about started sharing some of my experiences with y'all. Do not be mistaken, this is just the beginning, and I don't intend to stop. I will be back with part 5 very soon.
Till then,
Stay tuned and stay metal!
It's bye bye for now.
Quote1: James Hetfield, Metallica: “If I hadn't had music in my life, it's quite possible I'd be dead and I'd much rather be alive.”
Quote2: James Hetfiled, Metallica: "Call it anarchy or whatever you want to; there's times when you wanna be able to do whatever the fuck you want and, y'know, life's always short, so why shouldn't you?"
Saturday, May 14, 2011
When Metal and I met - Part III
Hello everyone!
We're back with more stories on my series of blog posts "When Metal and I met".
Previously I gave y'all a brief intro as to how the musical part of my life ran its course. But that was only until about first year pre-university college time.
I think after 10th grade, it was no more just LP. My cousin Vivek, who had just moved to HeadBangalore from Bombay to do his engineering in B.M.S introduced me to bands like Nirvana, Guns and Roses and a few other bands who were big during the 80's. At first, I liked songs like "Smells like teen spirit" and "Come as you are" by Nirvana. But a while later, I watched videos of their songs like "Lithium" and "You know you're right", and I immediately concluded that Kurt Cobain (R.I.P) was an uncontrollable crazy freak! Strange enough; I was right. Why did I think Kurt was crazy? Because he wore bras to play live at concerts, because he took his guitars and smashed them to bits, because he rammed his instruments into his own band-mates, because he stage-dived a lot, because he always look stoned and high, etc. I conveyed this to Vivek, and he said that he knew it, and that's exactly what he liked. Now, that was new to me. For a few days, my mind was going 'How can people like stuff like this?'. And consequently I kept watching more and more videos of Kurt Cobain. And slowly I realized that it was Kurt's "freedom of expression" and "unique style" that made him SO UNBELIEVABLY FAMOUS! And not just that, he was the pioneer of 'Grunge'. Now, what is Grunge? Grunge, in my opinion, is a blend of rock-metal and pop music. Sometimes the music sounds completely out of scale and tune. But I guess that's the beauty of it. Gives a feeling of 'No restrictions'. And before I knew it, I was absolutely addicted to Nirvana; more so, Kurt Cobain. And what followed the Nirvana addiction was the further investigation into Kurt's life history. Mayn, he's had a twisted life, I assure you that. That's when I figured that it would not behoove me to lead a life exactly like Kurt did. If I did that, I would've probably ended up the same way he did - Dead at 27. So I decided that I'm only going look at the positive aspects of Kurt, and neglect the otherwise negative aspects. And I still think that it's the right way to go about it.
Apart from Nirvana, I was very much into the hard rock band Godsmack. It was the game Prince of Persia : Warrior Within that introduced me to Godsmack. (by the way, I was a total game addict too, a story for another time). The theme songs of this game were a couple of heavy Godsmack songs called "Straight out of line" and "I stand alone". A gang of my friends, which included Arun, Thejus and Anirudh, who were into playing POP:WW were discussing that Godsmack must be a good band after having listened to these songs on the game. And like they say 'curiosity kills the cat'...well, here, it was more like 'curiosity got me to listen to more of Godsmack'. As simple as that. And as it turns out, I loved them! They have a style that certainly projects masculinity! They rode on Harley D choppers, they sang with a rough attitude and a rough voice, and their lyrics depict a lot of antagonism.Their rhythms were particularly heavy with a lot of bass and distortion guitars, and the drumming was pretty good too; And the solos weren't all that bad either. All in all, it was a style that impressed me. That was that, and I've listened to all their albums.
One can't help but notice that as time passed by, my musical influences, tastes and style have kept changing.
Why? Was I fickle? Maybe.(Probably not)
Over the latter half of the first year at college and the entire second year, there wasn't much music going on in my life. That was probably because we had LOADS of studying to do during those times. So music had to take a backseat for me. I would still listen to Godsmack, Nirvana, LP, Reveille, Trapt and a few other
bands, but I never really expanded my musical horizon.
Let's not forget that I still loved Kurt Cobain to death (Ironically he was dead even before I knew he was alive), though he wasn't a generic metalhead. It was only during recent times, that I realized that I'm heavily inspired by Pioneers. I'm inspired by people who start new things, no matter what the consequences are, no matter whether the idea's a success or not, no matter what people think or say. People who have the balls to start something entirely new, are pretty fuckin' kickass. At least, that's what I believe. Kurt Cobain certainly was one of them.
I'd like to end Part III of "When Metal and I met" here only because at this point, where I've stopped, my life took a steep curve. It was when Metal slowly crawled into the blood that pours through my veins. I want to be able to give you a complete description of the story. I'll be back with Part IV and Part IV is going to kick your fucking ass! I promise you that.
I guess there is a lot to take from this posting. First of all, its not that metal is the only genre I listen to(although metal is life, realistically speaking). And secondly, be open minded, do not criticize, learn how to learn. Be inspired. Be free. Be different, it marks your identity. And finally, be yourself. And these teachings...nobody better than Metal to have taught me that.
Thank you for spending your time on reading this post. Stay metal metalheads! (And the rest, take care)
Quote: Kurt Cobain (Nirvana) : "Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are."
We're back with more stories on my series of blog posts "When Metal and I met".
Previously I gave y'all a brief intro as to how the musical part of my life ran its course. But that was only until about first year pre-university college time.
I think after 10th grade, it was no more just LP. My cousin Vivek, who had just moved to HeadBangalore from Bombay to do his engineering in B.M.S introduced me to bands like Nirvana, Guns and Roses and a few other bands who were big during the 80's. At first, I liked songs like "Smells like teen spirit" and "Come as you are" by Nirvana. But a while later, I watched videos of their songs like "Lithium" and "You know you're right", and I immediately concluded that Kurt Cobain (R.I.P) was an uncontrollable crazy freak! Strange enough; I was right. Why did I think Kurt was crazy? Because he wore bras to play live at concerts, because he took his guitars and smashed them to bits, because he rammed his instruments into his own band-mates, because he stage-dived a lot, because he always look stoned and high, etc. I conveyed this to Vivek, and he said that he knew it, and that's exactly what he liked. Now, that was new to me. For a few days, my mind was going 'How can people like stuff like this?'. And consequently I kept watching more and more videos of Kurt Cobain. And slowly I realized that it was Kurt's "freedom of expression" and "unique style" that made him SO UNBELIEVABLY FAMOUS! And not just that, he was the pioneer of 'Grunge'. Now, what is Grunge? Grunge, in my opinion, is a blend of rock-metal and pop music. Sometimes the music sounds completely out of scale and tune. But I guess that's the beauty of it. Gives a feeling of 'No restrictions'. And before I knew it, I was absolutely addicted to Nirvana; more so, Kurt Cobain. And what followed the Nirvana addiction was the further investigation into Kurt's life history. Mayn, he's had a twisted life, I assure you that. That's when I figured that it would not behoove me to lead a life exactly like Kurt did. If I did that, I would've probably ended up the same way he did - Dead at 27. So I decided that I'm only going look at the positive aspects of Kurt, and neglect the otherwise negative aspects. And I still think that it's the right way to go about it.
Apart from Nirvana, I was very much into the hard rock band Godsmack. It was the game Prince of Persia : Warrior Within that introduced me to Godsmack. (by the way, I was a total game addict too, a story for another time). The theme songs of this game were a couple of heavy Godsmack songs called "Straight out of line" and "I stand alone". A gang of my friends, which included Arun, Thejus and Anirudh, who were into playing POP:WW were discussing that Godsmack must be a good band after having listened to these songs on the game. And like they say 'curiosity kills the cat'...well, here, it was more like 'curiosity got me to listen to more of Godsmack'. As simple as that. And as it turns out, I loved them! They have a style that certainly projects masculinity! They rode on Harley D choppers, they sang with a rough attitude and a rough voice, and their lyrics depict a lot of antagonism.Their rhythms were particularly heavy with a lot of bass and distortion guitars, and the drumming was pretty good too; And the solos weren't all that bad either. All in all, it was a style that impressed me. That was that, and I've listened to all their albums.
One can't help but notice that as time passed by, my musical influences, tastes and style have kept changing.
Why? Was I fickle? Maybe.(Probably not)
Over the latter half of the first year at college and the entire second year, there wasn't much music going on in my life. That was probably because we had LOADS of studying to do during those times. So music had to take a backseat for me. I would still listen to Godsmack, Nirvana, LP, Reveille, Trapt and a few other
bands, but I never really expanded my musical horizon.
Let's not forget that I still loved Kurt Cobain to death (Ironically he was dead even before I knew he was alive), though he wasn't a generic metalhead. It was only during recent times, that I realized that I'm heavily inspired by Pioneers. I'm inspired by people who start new things, no matter what the consequences are, no matter whether the idea's a success or not, no matter what people think or say. People who have the balls to start something entirely new, are pretty fuckin' kickass. At least, that's what I believe. Kurt Cobain certainly was one of them.
I'd like to end Part III of "When Metal and I met" here only because at this point, where I've stopped, my life took a steep curve. It was when Metal slowly crawled into the blood that pours through my veins. I want to be able to give you a complete description of the story. I'll be back with Part IV and Part IV is going to kick your fucking ass! I promise you that.
I guess there is a lot to take from this posting. First of all, its not that metal is the only genre I listen to(although metal is life, realistically speaking). And secondly, be open minded, do not criticize, learn how to learn. Be inspired. Be free. Be different, it marks your identity. And finally, be yourself. And these teachings...nobody better than Metal to have taught me that.
Thank you for spending your time on reading this post. Stay metal metalheads! (And the rest, take care)
Quote: Kurt Cobain (Nirvana) : "Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are."
Kurt Cobain (R.I.P)
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
When Metal and I met - Part II
Hello everyone,
Hope you all have read Part I on "When Metal and I met".
Now lets get started on on the second chapter of "When Metal and I met"!
Alright, its time to rewind a long way back. We are going to travel on the twisted road of the history of my musical life now.
I lived the first 8-9 years of my life in the city of Bombay, and after that I moved to Bangalore (HeadBangalore) and I have been here ever since. Back then, when I was a little kid aging about 5 or 6 years, I got the opportunity to actually pay attention and listen to music on cable TV. I think it was a music video of some Hindi pop band or a Bollywood filmi hit. And after that, it became a habit for all of us to watch music videos on Channel V or MTV or any other channel for that matter. And yes, it was routine for me as well to watch music videos of Hindi pop bands or Bollwood hits everyday. And for about roughly 4 more years, that was all the music I knew.
Then I moved to Bangalore when I was in the 4th grade, and I came here with my sister and parents to live here with my grandparents. And this place was vastly different from Bombay! A major major factor was the language. Nevertheless, the people here loved the local national Hindi music too. So music-wise, the change wasn't significant. A year later, my dad moved to Florida for a couple of years roughly. And when he visited us every half yearly, he would bring goodies like cookies,chocolates,gadgets,clothes,sunglasses, and so on. So one time, he bought me a CD player along with an album on a CD by Backstreet Boys (a very popular pop band back then, and even now). So this was the first time I was exposed to "Western music". Strange enough, I loved it! And I think, for nearly a year I listened to nothing but the Backstreet Boys. After a while, my dad exposed me to some of his own collection of music. Some of which included bands like Boyzone, Westlife, Beatles, Pink Floyd, BeeGees (hated them all along), Dire Straits, Eagles, Santana, Britney Spears, etc. So basically, it was more or less the pop era for me back then. These were basically songs which were dominated by vocals and had a basic instrumental and percussion rhythm style to go along. But I had no idea what rhythm,vocals or percussion even meant back then! So till about 8th grade or so, my music was pop dominated.
Now, having reached the 8th grade, my personal life was a little fucked up, but academics wise I was doing well. And it was in the 8th grade, that I was somehow introduced to rap music. I loved rap too! It was new to me, and I liked the idea of people rhyming with words and speaking/singing in a mono tone over a basic rhythm. (Now, don't worry if you didn't really understand any of that, its not important). Rappers like Eminem and Jay Z were huge back then. And I really dug their music. The sorrowful and angry lyrics had fitted perfectly into my life (But the monotonous singing somehow did not depict the full effect of the lyrics).
Sometime during the 9th grade, I wanted more than just rap. Rap got a bit too monotonous, and you can probably understand that. I wanted more out of music. More feeling, more expression, more attitude, stuff like that. I managed to listen to rock bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers and Limp Bizkit for a while, and then out of nowhere, over the Internet, somehow I was introduced to the band LINKIN PARK. This was no ordinary band. This was the band I listened to for nearly 3 and a half years straight. Unbelievable, considering the fact that I hardly listen to them anymore. I thought, for sure, that LP was the band I would stick to, until death! Now, what makes LP different? Well, they mix rap and singing over a rock-like rhythm including instruments like the guitar, keyboard, violas, cellos, and a scratch-disc. And they have these vocals which vary from soft to harsh in a fairly melodic way. Interesting, isn't it?! Well, I thought so. And these guys came out with 3 fantastic albums which grew popular in no time! Let me tell you, they're the perfect band to listen to in your early teens.
Although I cannot forget that it was around the 9th grade that I was introduced to metal. And let me tell you, I DID NOT LIKE IT! I was introduced to bands like Reveille, Metallica, and Godsmack. I liked listening to Reveille (an extremely unpopular band that deserved more credit, honestly). Reveille was a rap-metal band (sort of like Limp Bizkit), but with much heavier and darker rhythms, and aggressive lyrics. Lyrics by Reveille like "Curiosity has taken its toll; Empathetic- into the darkness i fall alone" seemed catchy to me. And the first music video of Metallica that I watched was probably "I disappear" (lovely song and video by the way), but no, I did not like it at all. The deep voice, the heavy guitar rhythms, the heavy drumming, the headbanging was all too much for me. So, meanwhile I stuck to listening to LP and a few other rock bands like Nickelback, U2, Papa Roach, etc for a very long time.
So this was when the metal era for me had just about started. But sadly, I have ran out of time and it's time to call it a day. On my next post I am going to elaborate on how metal slowly made it's way into my life and narrate a few real-life incidents that brought several changes in me. Lots more to come; People, music, stories, art, emotional moments, addictions, and more Metal! So stay tuned y'all.
Stay metal metalheads! (And the rest, take care)
Quote: Glenn Tipton of Judas Priest- "Each country has its own character, but heavy metal fans all over the world have a lot in common. It's fantastic."
Hope you all have read Part I on "When Metal and I met".
Now lets get started on on the second chapter of "When Metal and I met"!
Alright, its time to rewind a long way back. We are going to travel on the twisted road of the history of my musical life now.
I lived the first 8-9 years of my life in the city of Bombay, and after that I moved to Bangalore (HeadBangalore) and I have been here ever since. Back then, when I was a little kid aging about 5 or 6 years, I got the opportunity to actually pay attention and listen to music on cable TV. I think it was a music video of some Hindi pop band or a Bollywood filmi hit. And after that, it became a habit for all of us to watch music videos on Channel V or MTV or any other channel for that matter. And yes, it was routine for me as well to watch music videos of Hindi pop bands or Bollwood hits everyday. And for about roughly 4 more years, that was all the music I knew.
Then I moved to Bangalore when I was in the 4th grade, and I came here with my sister and parents to live here with my grandparents. And this place was vastly different from Bombay! A major major factor was the language. Nevertheless, the people here loved the local national Hindi music too. So music-wise, the change wasn't significant. A year later, my dad moved to Florida for a couple of years roughly. And when he visited us every half yearly, he would bring goodies like cookies,chocolates,gadgets,clothes,sunglasses, and so on. So one time, he bought me a CD player along with an album on a CD by Backstreet Boys (a very popular pop band back then, and even now). So this was the first time I was exposed to "Western music". Strange enough, I loved it! And I think, for nearly a year I listened to nothing but the Backstreet Boys. After a while, my dad exposed me to some of his own collection of music. Some of which included bands like Boyzone, Westlife, Beatles, Pink Floyd, BeeGees (hated them all along), Dire Straits, Eagles, Santana, Britney Spears, etc. So basically, it was more or less the pop era for me back then. These were basically songs which were dominated by vocals and had a basic instrumental and percussion rhythm style to go along. But I had no idea what rhythm,vocals or percussion even meant back then! So till about 8th grade or so, my music was pop dominated.
Now, having reached the 8th grade, my personal life was a little fucked up, but academics wise I was doing well. And it was in the 8th grade, that I was somehow introduced to rap music. I loved rap too! It was new to me, and I liked the idea of people rhyming with words and speaking/singing in a mono tone over a basic rhythm. (Now, don't worry if you didn't really understand any of that, its not important). Rappers like Eminem and Jay Z were huge back then. And I really dug their music. The sorrowful and angry lyrics had fitted perfectly into my life (But the monotonous singing somehow did not depict the full effect of the lyrics).
Sometime during the 9th grade, I wanted more than just rap. Rap got a bit too monotonous, and you can probably understand that. I wanted more out of music. More feeling, more expression, more attitude, stuff like that. I managed to listen to rock bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers and Limp Bizkit for a while, and then out of nowhere, over the Internet, somehow I was introduced to the band LINKIN PARK. This was no ordinary band. This was the band I listened to for nearly 3 and a half years straight. Unbelievable, considering the fact that I hardly listen to them anymore. I thought, for sure, that LP was the band I would stick to, until death! Now, what makes LP different? Well, they mix rap and singing over a rock-like rhythm including instruments like the guitar, keyboard, violas, cellos, and a scratch-disc. And they have these vocals which vary from soft to harsh in a fairly melodic way. Interesting, isn't it?! Well, I thought so. And these guys came out with 3 fantastic albums which grew popular in no time! Let me tell you, they're the perfect band to listen to in your early teens.
Although I cannot forget that it was around the 9th grade that I was introduced to metal. And let me tell you, I DID NOT LIKE IT! I was introduced to bands like Reveille, Metallica, and Godsmack. I liked listening to Reveille (an extremely unpopular band that deserved more credit, honestly). Reveille was a rap-metal band (sort of like Limp Bizkit), but with much heavier and darker rhythms, and aggressive lyrics. Lyrics by Reveille like "Curiosity has taken its toll; Empathetic- into the darkness i fall alone" seemed catchy to me. And the first music video of Metallica that I watched was probably "I disappear" (lovely song and video by the way), but no, I did not like it at all. The deep voice, the heavy guitar rhythms, the heavy drumming, the headbanging was all too much for me. So, meanwhile I stuck to listening to LP and a few other rock bands like Nickelback, U2, Papa Roach, etc for a very long time.
So this was when the metal era for me had just about started. But sadly, I have ran out of time and it's time to call it a day. On my next post I am going to elaborate on how metal slowly made it's way into my life and narrate a few real-life incidents that brought several changes in me. Lots more to come; People, music, stories, art, emotional moments, addictions, and more Metal! So stay tuned y'all.
Stay metal metalheads! (And the rest, take care)
Quote: Glenn Tipton of Judas Priest- "Each country has its own character, but heavy metal fans all over the world have a lot in common. It's fantastic."
Sunday, May 8, 2011
When Metal and I met - Part I
Hello everyone,
I've come here to write about something very near and dear to me. It has been a while, I was going through a bit of a dry spell and I got caught up in all kinds of work. Anyway, here's a little something for y'all to read during your leisure.
Well, I believe that most of you readers would know what to expect from this, after having read the title. And by metal, I do not mean copper or aluminium. I guess I'll start with a brief introduction about metal (for the genuine metalheads, you can skip the following paragraph and proceed).
I am a metalhead, and I am damn proud to say it! Who or what is a metalhead? A metalhead, what I believe, is a person who responds to Metal instinctively and positively. For those of you who think metal is merely a genre of music, you're only partially correct. In my opinion, metal is a Culture. I'm not going to look up the definition of metal in wikipedia or whatever, I'm going to try and put it in my own words. Metal, to me, is freedom. Metal is liberation. Metal is complete expression of emotion. Metal is inspiration. Metal is passion. Metal is a way of life. Metal is a way of style. Metal defines identity. Metal unites us. I can go on and on and believe me, I've not even started running off my mouth. So what exactly is metal?? Well, it is a genre of music primarily. (Now I will look up wikipedia and quote some of those lines in here, just for clarity). ---- " Metal is a genre of rock music that developed in the late 1960s and early 1970s, largely in the United Kingdom and the United States. With roots in blues, rock and psychedelic rock, (which are genres as well) the bands that created metal developed a thick, massive sound, characterized by highly amplified distortion, extended guitar solos, emphatic beats, and overall loudness. Heavy metal lyrics and performance styles are generally associated with masculinity and machismo." ---- I would agree with most of that, except for a few things. It doesn't necessarily have to be too loud and does not necessarily promote masculinity. In fact, I damn well think that women should also try listening to metal and give it a genuine shot (It's good for you, believe me). The female metal crowd's growing in size, which is fantastic to see, and as it gets bigger......we'll wait and see. The rest is history.
Alright, I think I've given you a fair insight into metal. Henceforth, I will refer to metal as a genre and a culture. Little intelligence is needed to interpret it when I'm using ''genre'', or when I'm using ''culture''. And every now and then, I might even personify Metal.
I'm sure you've been waiting for us to get down to the point of this post. So, When did Metal and I meet?
Honestly, I don't remember. Haha. If I had known that metal would shape my life in such a massive and important way, trust me, I would've saved that entire day on videotape. But it was a long time ago. Probably in school...9th grade I guess.
There are several interesting stories on "When Metal and I met" that I will share in my upcoming posts, including ones of meeting new people, discussing bands, music, artwork, warpaint, addictions, and lots more.
I'm going to cut this one a little short and end it here.
But stay tuned! I'm only getting started on pouring out some of my "metal" stories of my life.
Stay metal metalheads! (And the rest, take care)
Quote: Corey Taylor of Slipknot, sending a message to Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit
"You might have a lot of money and be famous, but the next time you talk shit about Slipknot and it's fans ...we will kill you."
I've come here to write about something very near and dear to me. It has been a while, I was going through a bit of a dry spell and I got caught up in all kinds of work. Anyway, here's a little something for y'all to read during your leisure.
Well, I believe that most of you readers would know what to expect from this, after having read the title. And by metal, I do not mean copper or aluminium. I guess I'll start with a brief introduction about metal (for the genuine metalheads, you can skip the following paragraph and proceed).
I am a metalhead, and I am damn proud to say it! Who or what is a metalhead? A metalhead, what I believe, is a person who responds to Metal instinctively and positively. For those of you who think metal is merely a genre of music, you're only partially correct. In my opinion, metal is a Culture. I'm not going to look up the definition of metal in wikipedia or whatever, I'm going to try and put it in my own words. Metal, to me, is freedom. Metal is liberation. Metal is complete expression of emotion. Metal is inspiration. Metal is passion. Metal is a way of life. Metal is a way of style. Metal defines identity. Metal unites us. I can go on and on and believe me, I've not even started running off my mouth. So what exactly is metal?? Well, it is a genre of music primarily. (Now I will look up wikipedia and quote some of those lines in here, just for clarity). ---- " Metal is a genre of rock music that developed in the late 1960s and early 1970s, largely in the United Kingdom and the United States. With roots in blues, rock and psychedelic rock, (which are genres as well) the bands that created metal developed a thick, massive sound, characterized by highly amplified distortion, extended guitar solos, emphatic beats, and overall loudness. Heavy metal lyrics and performance styles are generally associated with masculinity and machismo." ---- I would agree with most of that, except for a few things. It doesn't necessarily have to be too loud and does not necessarily promote masculinity. In fact, I damn well think that women should also try listening to metal and give it a genuine shot (It's good for you, believe me). The female metal crowd's growing in size, which is fantastic to see, and as it gets bigger......we'll wait and see. The rest is history.
Alright, I think I've given you a fair insight into metal. Henceforth, I will refer to metal as a genre and a culture. Little intelligence is needed to interpret it when I'm using ''genre'', or when I'm using ''culture''. And every now and then, I might even personify Metal.
I'm sure you've been waiting for us to get down to the point of this post. So, When did Metal and I meet?
Honestly, I don't remember. Haha. If I had known that metal would shape my life in such a massive and important way, trust me, I would've saved that entire day on videotape. But it was a long time ago. Probably in school...9th grade I guess.
There are several interesting stories on "When Metal and I met" that I will share in my upcoming posts, including ones of meeting new people, discussing bands, music, artwork, warpaint, addictions, and lots more.
I'm going to cut this one a little short and end it here.
But stay tuned! I'm only getting started on pouring out some of my "metal" stories of my life.
Stay metal metalheads! (And the rest, take care)
Quote: Corey Taylor of Slipknot, sending a message to Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit
"You might have a lot of money and be famous, but the next time you talk shit about Slipknot and it's fans ...we will kill you."
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Story of the incident with the lady from San Diego
Hey all! Its good to be back.
Well, what I'm about to present to you is a very interesting story. It may sound a little far-fetched, but believe me, every word of it is true.
This happened to me in the 9th grade, about 6 or 7 years ago, and I can still picture the whole incident quite vividly.
Back in the 9th grade, I was a typical lad doing the usual things a 9th grader does. I used to watch random channels on tv, I used to watch cartoons, blah blah blah. And there's this Anime cartoon called "Dragonball Z" and I was totally addicted to it. And when I say addicted I mean "ADDICTED"! Its this cartoon about people from outer space trying to take over the earth, and the fight to save the earth, and much more. As a consequence of the addiction, I downloaded pictures, videos, games and absolutely anything related to DBZ from the net onto my computer. I visited every legal and illegal CD/DVD store in the city to see if I can get all the episodes. I had to do this because the operators wouldn't air the whole show on TV, they would just stop it halfway through (and that, I found, was very irritating). I actually called up Cartoon-Network-India and complained!
Anyway, so my hunt for episodes reached a dead end as I had searched out every corner of the city and as expected, most people had not even heard of the words "Dragonball Z". And downloading episodes off the net with a dial-up internet connection..PAH! It'd take 3 hours just to download one episode that was 20 minutes long. So I decide to take my search to the next level.
I'm sure you all have heard of the website WWW.EBAY.COM. Well if you haven't, go visit it, check it out, and you'll understand the rest of my story (come back and read my story, please don't get stuck on that website). Well, basically its an online auctioning website, where you can buy and sell goods and stuff. Its pretty simple, you search for what you want, if they have what you're looking for, then you can go ahead and click on the item and buy it. Once you've confirmed your order and made your payment, the pack will be shipped to you within a few days time.
Yes, you're right, I went to www.ebay.com. I searched for "Dragonball Z full episodes" and I got a whole lot of results! I was One step closer to my dream come true! Now, let me rewind a little bit. When I visited www.ebay.com, by default, it took me to the AMERICAN EBAY WEBSITE. And I had no idea!
So I clicked on one of the relevant items. And clicked on "BUY NOW". It asked me to sign up. So I made myself an account and logged in. And I bought the item for "100$". A hundred dollars in Indian currency was about 4000 bucks. I had saved up only about 2500. Anyway, I thought I'll wait a few days and MAGICALLY LET THE DBZ EPISODES ARRIVE AT MY DOORSTEP.
I waited for 7 days. Nothing happened. The only thing that happened was, I got a warning from ebay which roughly said "UNPAID ITEM NOTIFICATION". I checked out the email. Apparently, Ebay wanted me to pay for the "DBZ FULL EPISODES" that I bought online from the seller. I had the seller's email id and his name. I got them from ebay.
->So I emailed this guy who lived in San Diego, roughly saying
"Dear Sir.Michelle,
I'm a poor kid from India, all I have is a computer and a television. I have only Rs.2500 (63$). I wont be able to pay you a 100$ (Rs.4000). Will that be alright?"
->I got a reply which went something like
"Just pay me how much ever you can. I'm not worried about the money. And make sure you pay me in dollars."
->And I replied saying
"Dear Sir.Michelle,
I do not have any cash in dollars. I'll have to send the money in rupees. Is there any other way out?"
->And the reply was
"You can go to WESTERN UNION MONEY TRANSFER and request them for a conversion of currency.
And stop calling me Sir, I'm a lady."
->I replied
"Oh my god, I'm sorry Michelle! Damn, I'm dumb. Well I went to the western union money transfer place and they said that I was too young. I had to be 18 or above for a money conversion."
----THAT WAS A WHITE LIE----(I'm sure you noticed).
->You wouldn't believe what happened next! THE REPLY I GOT WAS
"Oh you poor little thing, you tried so hard. You really want these episodes don't you? Well, I've decided to send the dvds to you free of cost...blah blah blah"
->And I was like
...FREE OF COST, FREE OF COST, FREE OF COST!!!
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
You know the drill. I went to school the next day, I told all my friends about what happened. They didn't believe a word. I kept telling them the story over and over again. They thought I was an idiot for having so much unwanted faith in the stranger from San Diego. Anyway, I was fixed upon my opinion.
A couple of weeks passed by, and my buddies started making fun of me, and I was beginning to get pissed off. I thought..."How much longer?...Can't wait anymore." It was a test of my patience.
Two days later, I get a baggage in my postbox, roughly the size of a tiny cat. I knew what it was...MY HEART WAS POUNDING! I WAS AT A LOSS FOR WORDS! SO IT WAS TRUE! HAD THIS REALLY HAPPENED?!
I took off the cello-tape slowly, tore the paper pieces apart. And I finally opened. For me, it was like a manifestation of a blinding bright light spreading out from the box, as if I was given new life. It was a breathtaking moment for me.
For a few minutes, I stood there in my room, still stunned by the sudden shock. And after it had sunk in, I went and popped in one of the DVDs into my DVD-player. I saw a whole bunch of icons in the DVD.
EUREKA! EUREKA! I FINALLY HAVE ALL THE EPISODES NOW!
Yes, it was true. I finally achieved success. My hunt was over now...
HEY, Wait a minute! What happened to the kind stranger lady from San Diego?!
Aah, forget it. Whatever man, I got all the episodes, that's what matters.
So that was "The Story of the incident with the lady from San Diego".
Stay tuned you all!
"War would end only if the dead could return."
Well, what I'm about to present to you is a very interesting story. It may sound a little far-fetched, but believe me, every word of it is true.
This happened to me in the 9th grade, about 6 or 7 years ago, and I can still picture the whole incident quite vividly.
Back in the 9th grade, I was a typical lad doing the usual things a 9th grader does. I used to watch random channels on tv, I used to watch cartoons, blah blah blah. And there's this Anime cartoon called "Dragonball Z" and I was totally addicted to it. And when I say addicted I mean "ADDICTED"! Its this cartoon about people from outer space trying to take over the earth, and the fight to save the earth, and much more. As a consequence of the addiction, I downloaded pictures, videos, games and absolutely anything related to DBZ from the net onto my computer. I visited every legal and illegal CD/DVD store in the city to see if I can get all the episodes. I had to do this because the operators wouldn't air the whole show on TV, they would just stop it halfway through (and that, I found, was very irritating). I actually called up Cartoon-Network-India and complained!
Anyway, so my hunt for episodes reached a dead end as I had searched out every corner of the city and as expected, most people had not even heard of the words "Dragonball Z". And downloading episodes off the net with a dial-up internet connection..PAH! It'd take 3 hours just to download one episode that was 20 minutes long. So I decide to take my search to the next level.
I'm sure you all have heard of the website WWW.EBAY.COM. Well if you haven't, go visit it, check it out, and you'll understand the rest of my story (come back and read my story, please don't get stuck on that website). Well, basically its an online auctioning website, where you can buy and sell goods and stuff. Its pretty simple, you search for what you want, if they have what you're looking for, then you can go ahead and click on the item and buy it. Once you've confirmed your order and made your payment, the pack will be shipped to you within a few days time.
Yes, you're right, I went to www.ebay.com. I searched for "Dragonball Z full episodes" and I got a whole lot of results! I was One step closer to my dream come true! Now, let me rewind a little bit. When I visited www.ebay.com, by default, it took me to the AMERICAN EBAY WEBSITE. And I had no idea!
So I clicked on one of the relevant items. And clicked on "BUY NOW". It asked me to sign up. So I made myself an account and logged in. And I bought the item for "100$". A hundred dollars in Indian currency was about 4000 bucks. I had saved up only about 2500. Anyway, I thought I'll wait a few days and MAGICALLY LET THE DBZ EPISODES ARRIVE AT MY DOORSTEP.
I waited for 7 days. Nothing happened. The only thing that happened was, I got a warning from ebay which roughly said "UNPAID ITEM NOTIFICATION". I checked out the email. Apparently, Ebay wanted me to pay for the "DBZ FULL EPISODES" that I bought online from the seller. I had the seller's email id and his name. I got them from ebay.
->So I emailed this guy who lived in San Diego, roughly saying
"Dear Sir.Michelle,
I'm a poor kid from India, all I have is a computer and a television. I have only Rs.2500 (63$). I wont be able to pay you a 100$ (Rs.4000). Will that be alright?"
->I got a reply which went something like
"Just pay me how much ever you can. I'm not worried about the money. And make sure you pay me in dollars."
->And I replied saying
"Dear Sir.Michelle,
I do not have any cash in dollars. I'll have to send the money in rupees. Is there any other way out?"
->And the reply was
"You can go to WESTERN UNION MONEY TRANSFER and request them for a conversion of currency.
And stop calling me Sir, I'm a lady."
->I replied
"Oh my god, I'm sorry Michelle! Damn, I'm dumb. Well I went to the western union money transfer place and they said that I was too young. I had to be 18 or above for a money conversion."
----THAT WAS A WHITE LIE----(I'm sure you noticed).
->You wouldn't believe what happened next! THE REPLY I GOT WAS
"Oh you poor little thing, you tried so hard. You really want these episodes don't you? Well, I've decided to send the dvds to you free of cost...blah blah blah"
->And I was like
...FREE OF COST, FREE OF COST, FREE OF COST!!!
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
You know the drill. I went to school the next day, I told all my friends about what happened. They didn't believe a word. I kept telling them the story over and over again. They thought I was an idiot for having so much unwanted faith in the stranger from San Diego. Anyway, I was fixed upon my opinion.
A couple of weeks passed by, and my buddies started making fun of me, and I was beginning to get pissed off. I thought..."How much longer?...Can't wait anymore." It was a test of my patience.
Two days later, I get a baggage in my postbox, roughly the size of a tiny cat. I knew what it was...MY HEART WAS POUNDING! I WAS AT A LOSS FOR WORDS! SO IT WAS TRUE! HAD THIS REALLY HAPPENED?!
I took off the cello-tape slowly, tore the paper pieces apart. And I finally opened. For me, it was like a manifestation of a blinding bright light spreading out from the box, as if I was given new life. It was a breathtaking moment for me.
For a few minutes, I stood there in my room, still stunned by the sudden shock. And after it had sunk in, I went and popped in one of the DVDs into my DVD-player. I saw a whole bunch of icons in the DVD.
EUREKA! EUREKA! I FINALLY HAVE ALL THE EPISODES NOW!
Yes, it was true. I finally achieved success. My hunt was over now...
HEY, Wait a minute! What happened to the kind stranger lady from San Diego?!
Aah, forget it. Whatever man, I got all the episodes, that's what matters.
So that was "The Story of the incident with the lady from San Diego".
Stay tuned you all!
"War would end only if the dead could return."
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