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Sunday, May 17, 2009
DEATH OF THE BLOG
Yeah if theres anyone out there readin this this blog is dead i have moved on to better stuff i find the look of this blog pretty negative im making a new one so see my other blog for more stuff to come.....my music reviews are now at www.indianguitartabs.com in the music reviews section and i am the only one giving constant reviews there, so come post comments and increase the page views....make me a sticky!!
Peace be with ya'll homies in the hood..........\\m//
Peace be with ya'll homies in the hood..........\\m//
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The Extremist
Our school reminds me of an army-run country. There are a group of Commanders who use their Lieutenants to run the system. Efficient, crisp and always the taskmaster.
I do acknowledge the effectiveness of this system. They say that the system works for the people, and have proved it with certain examples of personality development and such. All that is okay till the limit that the students feel all this authoritarianism has somewhat silenced our personal opinion and views.
The entire system, to tell the fact, works on a rather vindictive method of instilling fear and submission. They may not know of it, but it certainly has instilled fear in the people to speak for themselves.
People may agree or disagree, and may show their blatant ego fueled by authoritarianism by calling this article crap or bullshit. Some might also take the option of censorship and bans, which is equally despicable. Whatever it is, I am not afraid to speak for myself. This is my view. Share it, despise it, ignore it, your business. If you’re still reading this it’s a miracle in itself.
Another strikingly similar situation is this lack of speech. We have a freedom to speak out what we feel. Let it be any emotion, even the most negative of all reactions must be heard to. “Oppressing disagreement is a display of vulgar power” as quoted by anti-authoritarian band Pantera. We lack what I call a ‘media’ to voice our thoughts.
Let me not make baseless statements. I have seen the enormous number of people in the classes, and let me tell you, hardly 15 of them have worked hand in hand with the school and have developed their personalities and all such stuff. The rest are a forgotten crowd. They will pass out, get their certificates and will be unknown to anyone in the system, forever. Who knows, one might deviate a bit and end up committing suicide or crime. It’s a true fact of life that slaps you cold in the face. Reading this might leave you unsettled, but don’t be scared. Learn to speak for yourselves. This is a fault of our own.
When the crowds are forgotten, the ones in favor are the only ones with a true liberty. They run the system, they make the rules. The rest eat what is offered to them. I distrust such authority. I am not here to lead a mass of people or anything. I don’t want to walk ahead and show the way nor do I want to follow any such megalomaniac. All I want is to walk side by side, with the people.
The Cabinet has been made. But no votes have been cast. We need a Lok Sabha right now. All I can do for this is be your Speaker or your ‘media’. I have nothing more than amendments to offer to the society.
Further articles shall come when needed.
---written by The Extremist on a school wall.
I do acknowledge the effectiveness of this system. They say that the system works for the people, and have proved it with certain examples of personality development and such. All that is okay till the limit that the students feel all this authoritarianism has somewhat silenced our personal opinion and views.
The entire system, to tell the fact, works on a rather vindictive method of instilling fear and submission. They may not know of it, but it certainly has instilled fear in the people to speak for themselves.
People may agree or disagree, and may show their blatant ego fueled by authoritarianism by calling this article crap or bullshit. Some might also take the option of censorship and bans, which is equally despicable. Whatever it is, I am not afraid to speak for myself. This is my view. Share it, despise it, ignore it, your business. If you’re still reading this it’s a miracle in itself.
Another strikingly similar situation is this lack of speech. We have a freedom to speak out what we feel. Let it be any emotion, even the most negative of all reactions must be heard to. “Oppressing disagreement is a display of vulgar power” as quoted by anti-authoritarian band Pantera. We lack what I call a ‘media’ to voice our thoughts.
Let me not make baseless statements. I have seen the enormous number of people in the classes, and let me tell you, hardly 15 of them have worked hand in hand with the school and have developed their personalities and all such stuff. The rest are a forgotten crowd. They will pass out, get their certificates and will be unknown to anyone in the system, forever. Who knows, one might deviate a bit and end up committing suicide or crime. It’s a true fact of life that slaps you cold in the face. Reading this might leave you unsettled, but don’t be scared. Learn to speak for yourselves. This is a fault of our own.
When the crowds are forgotten, the ones in favor are the only ones with a true liberty. They run the system, they make the rules. The rest eat what is offered to them. I distrust such authority. I am not here to lead a mass of people or anything. I don’t want to walk ahead and show the way nor do I want to follow any such megalomaniac. All I want is to walk side by side, with the people.
The Cabinet has been made. But no votes have been cast. We need a Lok Sabha right now. All I can do for this is be your Speaker or your ‘media’. I have nothing more than amendments to offer to the society.
Further articles shall come when needed.
---written by The Extremist on a school wall.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
My first slasher-horror short story
Here's a slasher-porn genre horror story I've written throughout December:
Suggestions, grammars and feedback are welcome.
Suggestions, grammars and feedback are welcome.
Dance Of Death
Have you ever noticed a glint in a person’s eye? Have you wondered what it shows the world about that person? A person’s look may denote pride. Jealousy. Emptiness. Plain malice.
But it wasn’t the same case with this man. He had a look that was, well…tomblike.
Stony. Cold.
A student from the southern province had come up in the town for pursuing his studies. It obviously meant he didn’t have the spending capacity one ought to for living in a city.
He opted for something cheaper, a small apartment flat in a corner locality of the town. Not many lived in this place. Not many lived long here either. The dogs that once roamed freely in the garbage spot were now a rarity. Rats and cockroaches infested the locality, like blight, a disease.
It was a derelict godforsaken land, and the kid was already struggling to see himself live in this locality.
The man who lived next door with the student was always around to help.
He was bald, maybe about in his thirties. His spectacles were thick and frosty and had always worn frayed, tattered rags that were dirty and soiled. His grubby hands always shook, like some sort of nervous twitch.
Speaking in a small, puny voice, he looked with the intensity of a fortune teller in a person’s eyes. In these eyes was the coldness, the deathlike pleasure.
The boy had to be shown his room. He entered the staircase and they both trudged. The walls had stains on them; dark stains that left it caked with grease and muck.
Well, what more can you get for the kind of money you pay. I’d myself rent this flat for such a low price, thought the boy and looked at his to-be new home for the next few years.
A cedar wood door was rotting away, its putrid pieces falling off. The house-keeper rubbed his spectacles, adjusted them and took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket.
The boy could see the rawness underneath his fingernails and was somewhat revolted by the sight of it. It brought about this uneasy feeling in his stomach.
“There,” said the man to his tenant, his voice quivering like a wolf’s cry, “You have your bedroom, studyroom and kitchen and one small bathroom in there…”
His cracked fingernail on the index finger pointed out to a small disintegrated wooden door in the distance. There was absolutely nothing in the house.
The tiles had cracked and yellowed ages ago. The paint peeled off the walls and lay on the floor, mixed with the dust on it. Never had he seen a house with no windows, let for a small ventilator on top of the wall. That was the only light source in the room. The smell of rot was unsullied, rancid, disturbing his nostrils.
And for some reason, the kitchen lay locked. A deadbolt secured it in its rusty iron latch.
“…any questions??” asked the little man, his big fly-like eyes staring into the student’s who was unsettled by all this. Mustering some courage, he spoke to the owner.
“Listen, you…you call this a house? There’s no fucking window in here. I need a fan or something to beat the heat. There’s not even a bulb inside…”
“…Will get one.” the man cut him off, his gaze now steelier, more feral than ever.
“oh….Okay…” came the student’s reply, slightly ashamed of over-reacting.
“Come on downstairs. Come to my place. Let us take the furniture you need and your utensils…”
And the man looked away for the first time, walked down the stairs with his slight limp on one foot. He was rubbing his glasses again and muttering something to himself which sounded like some song to the student.
They lifted the heavy cot that lay in his room. The strange man lived in a strange home indeed. The house was no different to the one on rent. It was almost the same, only much more cluttered.
Hauling the dry, rough edged wood cot, they shoved and pushed it into the room upstairs.
“You wait here, adjust the bed if you like. Clean up the place if you want to. I’ll get the keys to the kitchen and the cooking utensils.”
He scurried away like a rat, taking small steps rapidly. The student was plain angry. He hadn’t expected something this bad for the price he was paying. Now he felt it better to pay a bit more and find some better place. After all, it’s about where you’re gonna live.
He was planning on what excuse to give to the flat owner on his departure the next day. Or he’d even ask to leave him then and there itself.
I can’t spend any night in this shit hole, forget pay for it, he thought.
The gaunt man returned by then. His eyes had this malicious glow to them and he kept staring, somewhat untamed. The student hated that. He’d rip his eyeballs out if he had the power to.
“Listen mister, I know that this is really great for the price you’re offering but I’m not comfortable here…”
“No. You must wait. First listen to me. You won’t leave until I am finished dealing with you.” The voice had suddenly become louder, more commanding. He sounded much more authoritative.
“What??” asked the student, perplexed by this answer. He was expecting something else.
The man unlocked the kitchen door and went back to the main door.
He was locking up the room.
“HEY!!!! What’s the deal with all this? Open the goddamn lock!!” the student yelled desperately.
“No. Listen to me first.”
“I’ll fuckin listen to you if you open that lock. NOW!”
The man shook his head. He took off his glasses, wiped them again and put them in his dirty trousers.
Looking up with his big green eyes, he gave a smile, baring rows of dirty, stained teeth.
His hand emerged from his pocket with the key to the lock.
“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!!!!”
He laughed at the student as he took the little key playfully, raised it above his head, opened his mouth and in it went.
Unbelievably he swallowed the key. Just like in the movies.
“WHAT!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKIN CRAZY??!!? YOU BLOODY IDIOT NOW WE’RE STUCK!! Oh god, no, no, no! NO!!! You’re going to the crapper. You get that key out of your asshole or…”
“Or what?...What can you do? What options do you have? You either listen to me or pay the price…”
The young man was shaking in rage, frustration, and irritated by the truth in the man’s words. He couldn’t do anything but listen to him.
He finally broke the silence.
“Okay. What is it?”
“You people, your civilization…”
He spat on the floor.
“You are blind. You don’t see the world you live in, you don’t understand anything. All this ‘upbringing’ and ‘culture’ has corrupted us humans.
We aren’t what we used to be. We were once true creatures, fighting for what was ours. And now we get everything laid before us. No fight. We have broken the natural law. We have to be truly fit to survive. I lay a test before you. You might want to check the kitchen…”
The sick smile reappeared on his face. The student was frozen in trepidation, with a pale face and the cold sweat of fear running down his brow. He slowly slogged to the door, his muscles almost dead.
What he saw inside was beyond his ability to bear things. It could not be stomached.
On a table lay the source of the putrid smell. A human cadaver cut and chopped up lay on it. Mutilated beyond recognition of distinguishing male or female. Its guts spilled out, yellow ooze dripping. The brown-reddish flesh sagged from decay, the entire area caked with bloodstains. There were handprints of blood on the walls, and places where he was dragged around.
His throat was full of the bitter, sour bile, and he was unable to stand the sight. He whimpered and looked away in disgust.
Slowly, his eyes moved to the monster that lay before him.
He was still smiling.
“I expected that. All you new breeds have been raised wrong. Can’t stand this? This is what we always did to survive. Mankind lives on this. Whatever the world gives you is out of this.”
The student was on the verge of tears and nervous breakdown. He began to hyperventilate, cowered and tried banging the door open.
“You can’t run anywhere now. I have a test for you, if you remember.”
On the floor he threw a cleaver knife. The one used by the butcher.
“This is your ‘utensil’. I have mine.”
There was silence. He looked at the knife, and was in half minds whether to take it or not.
“You want to get out? You have to fight for it. Bring your wild instincts back. You will be enlightened by the end of today’s ordeal.”
He feared something so gruesome it was beyond our everyday terror.
“The key is in my stomach. You get it, or die before that.”
“Kill me if you’re strong enough. The winner will be decided by what you choose. The test begins.”
There was not enough time to react. The boy didn’t know what to do. The slayer lunged for him the moment he was finished speaking.
He swung the knife in one swift chopping motion, aiming the boy’s shoulder. He moved aside a bit too late, and his cloth was ripped off. The skin was cut.
He had drawn first blood.
He rolled and grabbed the knife lying down, sensing no other option.
“Ah, now you have realized?! On your path to enlightenment!!” the man gleefully exclaimed on seeing the same bloodthirst he had in the other’s eye.
They engaged in a tussle. Both clawed and slashed at each other little cuts here and there. He was playing a bit defensively, attacking and retreating.
“Scared? Scared of what? You have the knife in your hand. Kill me. Come on kill me!!!”
The boy’s mind was playing a tug of war inside. His conscience was losing to primal instinct. NO, I wont let that bastard control my mind and make me do anything he wants me to.
He wasn’t looking around when the knife tore at his flesh. He’d sliced his left forearm.
“I love this…We’ll kill each other slowly. You’re going to die anyways!!!” the man spoke, doing his dance of death.
The boy grew aggressive. He went charging over the man, hacking him left and right. He leaped over him and tried bringing him down, knocking him out cold rather than kill him. The man took the damage willingly as he was assaulted.
He was laughing.
“KiLl. mE!!!! HaHAhAHAhA!!!!!
The grin on his face was wide, his eyes popping out of their sockets with the excitement and adrenaline he was getting.
The boy proceeded to punch him and pummel him.
“Ah-ah, no cheating in the test. Use your weapon. I’m no good to you unconscious. There’s no way out. Kill me.”
“NO!!!!!!!YAAAARGH!!!”
He struck his fists at his bleeding face, breaking his nose and tearing a jaw.
The man retaliated all of a sudden, biting the boy.
He bit harder and harder into the guy’s calf. Until the flesh came out, hanging by the few tendons and muscles that remained unsnapped by his biting.
The blood flew more freely than ever, and both were mixed in a pool of their own sweat, saliva and blood.
The boy finally dug the knife into the man’s back.
He crawled away from him, thinking he was dead. His lips, nose and face trembled, a gash revealed his teeth then.
Was the man dead?
Astonishingly, he stood up. Laughing, the way he did in his bloodthirst, he pulled the knife out of his own back. Now armed with two knives he attacked the defenceless boy.
“I gave you a chance. NOW ITS MINE!!!!” screamed the man as he dug the knife into his collarbone.
There was a snap. The boy’s right hand went limp. The knife lay stuck near his shoulder.
He could barely stand up. Some how balancing himself, he pulled out the knife with his left hand. He tried to jump at the slayer, but collapsed.
“Unh…unh….AARRRGH!!!!!” he writhed in pain.
The man came and leaned over him, supporting himself on one arm.
“Feeling helpless? I love it when people do. And you know what I love more? I love this big slit I make…from you left ear through you mouth to your right ear…I know how it feels. You’re like a vegetable now. I will cut you, and make my meal…”“AAARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
The knife in his hand moved up and impaled the man in his chest as he leaned over him. Shoving him with all his might, he lay on top of him and used whatever he could of his right and left hands to slash at the man’s stomach.
He swung and swung. The blood sprayed on the walls, and bits of flesh flew around. The grey organs started to show up.
The intestines were like a maze of grey pipes. He cut, slashed and furiously sliced his inner parts, the stench of the waste inside filling the room. The fluid trickled from his sides, and vomit covered his mouth. The man was dead, smiling, the disgusting goop of blood and vomit dripping by his mouth.
The boy was trembling and sweating. His wobbly hands dug into the mass, searching for a solid piece. The key to the lock. He cried and cried in absolute madness. He didn’t know what was going on anymore. His instincts had better of him. He looked at the key. A plastic tag was attached on it. In tiny print were the words against the blood red tag:
You passed the test
He passed the test. He killed, mutilated a man. He passed the test.
He wept on his corpse. He wept for that entire test he’d been through, all that happened in the last hour. Did he deserve the key? For what he did?
He would have passed the test if he stepped out of that door.
That would be it.
His salvation from sin was to deliberately fail.
And for that, he wouldn’t leave the room.
He sat, bled, and waited for death to embrace him as his life sapped away from the body.
<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>
Have you ever noticed a glint in a person’s eye? Have you wondered what it shows the world about that person? A person’s look may denote pride. Jealousy. Emptiness. Plain malice.
But it wasn’t the same case with this man. He had a look that was, well…tomblike.
Stony. Cold.
A student from the southern province had come up in the town for pursuing his studies. It obviously meant he didn’t have the spending capacity one ought to for living in a city.
He opted for something cheaper, a small apartment flat in a corner locality of the town. Not many lived in this place. Not many lived long here either. The dogs that once roamed freely in the garbage spot were now a rarity. Rats and cockroaches infested the locality, like blight, a disease.
It was a derelict godforsaken land, and the kid was already struggling to see himself live in this locality.
The man who lived next door with the student was always around to help.
He was bald, maybe about in his thirties. His spectacles were thick and frosty and had always worn frayed, tattered rags that were dirty and soiled. His grubby hands always shook, like some sort of nervous twitch.
Speaking in a small, puny voice, he looked with the intensity of a fortune teller in a person’s eyes. In these eyes was the coldness, the deathlike pleasure.
The boy had to be shown his room. He entered the staircase and they both trudged. The walls had stains on them; dark stains that left it caked with grease and muck.
Well, what more can you get for the kind of money you pay. I’d myself rent this flat for such a low price, thought the boy and looked at his to-be new home for the next few years.
A cedar wood door was rotting away, its putrid pieces falling off. The house-keeper rubbed his spectacles, adjusted them and took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket.
The boy could see the rawness underneath his fingernails and was somewhat revolted by the sight of it. It brought about this uneasy feeling in his stomach.
“There,” said the man to his tenant, his voice quivering like a wolf’s cry, “You have your bedroom, studyroom and kitchen and one small bathroom in there…”
His cracked fingernail on the index finger pointed out to a small disintegrated wooden door in the distance. There was absolutely nothing in the house.
The tiles had cracked and yellowed ages ago. The paint peeled off the walls and lay on the floor, mixed with the dust on it. Never had he seen a house with no windows, let for a small ventilator on top of the wall. That was the only light source in the room. The smell of rot was unsullied, rancid, disturbing his nostrils.
And for some reason, the kitchen lay locked. A deadbolt secured it in its rusty iron latch.
“…any questions??” asked the little man, his big fly-like eyes staring into the student’s who was unsettled by all this. Mustering some courage, he spoke to the owner.
“Listen, you…you call this a house? There’s no fucking window in here. I need a fan or something to beat the heat. There’s not even a bulb inside…”
“…Will get one.” the man cut him off, his gaze now steelier, more feral than ever.
“oh….Okay…” came the student’s reply, slightly ashamed of over-reacting.
“Come on downstairs. Come to my place. Let us take the furniture you need and your utensils…”
And the man looked away for the first time, walked down the stairs with his slight limp on one foot. He was rubbing his glasses again and muttering something to himself which sounded like some song to the student.
They lifted the heavy cot that lay in his room. The strange man lived in a strange home indeed. The house was no different to the one on rent. It was almost the same, only much more cluttered.
Hauling the dry, rough edged wood cot, they shoved and pushed it into the room upstairs.
“You wait here, adjust the bed if you like. Clean up the place if you want to. I’ll get the keys to the kitchen and the cooking utensils.”
He scurried away like a rat, taking small steps rapidly. The student was plain angry. He hadn’t expected something this bad for the price he was paying. Now he felt it better to pay a bit more and find some better place. After all, it’s about where you’re gonna live.
He was planning on what excuse to give to the flat owner on his departure the next day. Or he’d even ask to leave him then and there itself.
I can’t spend any night in this shit hole, forget pay for it, he thought.
The gaunt man returned by then. His eyes had this malicious glow to them and he kept staring, somewhat untamed. The student hated that. He’d rip his eyeballs out if he had the power to.
“Listen mister, I know that this is really great for the price you’re offering but I’m not comfortable here…”
“No. You must wait. First listen to me. You won’t leave until I am finished dealing with you.” The voice had suddenly become louder, more commanding. He sounded much more authoritative.
“What??” asked the student, perplexed by this answer. He was expecting something else.
The man unlocked the kitchen door and went back to the main door.
He was locking up the room.
“HEY!!!! What’s the deal with all this? Open the goddamn lock!!” the student yelled desperately.
“No. Listen to me first.”
“I’ll fuckin listen to you if you open that lock. NOW!”
The man shook his head. He took off his glasses, wiped them again and put them in his dirty trousers.
Looking up with his big green eyes, he gave a smile, baring rows of dirty, stained teeth.
His hand emerged from his pocket with the key to the lock.
“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!!!!”
He laughed at the student as he took the little key playfully, raised it above his head, opened his mouth and in it went.
Unbelievably he swallowed the key. Just like in the movies.
“WHAT!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKIN CRAZY??!!? YOU BLOODY IDIOT NOW WE’RE STUCK!! Oh god, no, no, no! NO!!! You’re going to the crapper. You get that key out of your asshole or…”
“Or what?...What can you do? What options do you have? You either listen to me or pay the price…”
The young man was shaking in rage, frustration, and irritated by the truth in the man’s words. He couldn’t do anything but listen to him.
He finally broke the silence.
“Okay. What is it?”
“You people, your civilization…”
He spat on the floor.
“You are blind. You don’t see the world you live in, you don’t understand anything. All this ‘upbringing’ and ‘culture’ has corrupted us humans.
We aren’t what we used to be. We were once true creatures, fighting for what was ours. And now we get everything laid before us. No fight. We have broken the natural law. We have to be truly fit to survive. I lay a test before you. You might want to check the kitchen…”
The sick smile reappeared on his face. The student was frozen in trepidation, with a pale face and the cold sweat of fear running down his brow. He slowly slogged to the door, his muscles almost dead.
What he saw inside was beyond his ability to bear things. It could not be stomached.
On a table lay the source of the putrid smell. A human cadaver cut and chopped up lay on it. Mutilated beyond recognition of distinguishing male or female. Its guts spilled out, yellow ooze dripping. The brown-reddish flesh sagged from decay, the entire area caked with bloodstains. There were handprints of blood on the walls, and places where he was dragged around.
His throat was full of the bitter, sour bile, and he was unable to stand the sight. He whimpered and looked away in disgust.
Slowly, his eyes moved to the monster that lay before him.
He was still smiling.
“I expected that. All you new breeds have been raised wrong. Can’t stand this? This is what we always did to survive. Mankind lives on this. Whatever the world gives you is out of this.”
The student was on the verge of tears and nervous breakdown. He began to hyperventilate, cowered and tried banging the door open.
“You can’t run anywhere now. I have a test for you, if you remember.”
On the floor he threw a cleaver knife. The one used by the butcher.
“This is your ‘utensil’. I have mine.”
There was silence. He looked at the knife, and was in half minds whether to take it or not.
“You want to get out? You have to fight for it. Bring your wild instincts back. You will be enlightened by the end of today’s ordeal.”
He feared something so gruesome it was beyond our everyday terror.
“The key is in my stomach. You get it, or die before that.”
“Kill me if you’re strong enough. The winner will be decided by what you choose. The test begins.”
There was not enough time to react. The boy didn’t know what to do. The slayer lunged for him the moment he was finished speaking.
He swung the knife in one swift chopping motion, aiming the boy’s shoulder. He moved aside a bit too late, and his cloth was ripped off. The skin was cut.
He had drawn first blood.
He rolled and grabbed the knife lying down, sensing no other option.
“Ah, now you have realized?! On your path to enlightenment!!” the man gleefully exclaimed on seeing the same bloodthirst he had in the other’s eye.
They engaged in a tussle. Both clawed and slashed at each other little cuts here and there. He was playing a bit defensively, attacking and retreating.
“Scared? Scared of what? You have the knife in your hand. Kill me. Come on kill me!!!”
The boy’s mind was playing a tug of war inside. His conscience was losing to primal instinct. NO, I wont let that bastard control my mind and make me do anything he wants me to.
He wasn’t looking around when the knife tore at his flesh. He’d sliced his left forearm.
“I love this…We’ll kill each other slowly. You’re going to die anyways!!!” the man spoke, doing his dance of death.
The boy grew aggressive. He went charging over the man, hacking him left and right. He leaped over him and tried bringing him down, knocking him out cold rather than kill him. The man took the damage willingly as he was assaulted.
He was laughing.
“KiLl. mE!!!! HaHAhAHAhA!!!!!
The grin on his face was wide, his eyes popping out of their sockets with the excitement and adrenaline he was getting.
The boy proceeded to punch him and pummel him.
“Ah-ah, no cheating in the test. Use your weapon. I’m no good to you unconscious. There’s no way out. Kill me.”
“NO!!!!!!!YAAAARGH!!!”
He struck his fists at his bleeding face, breaking his nose and tearing a jaw.
The man retaliated all of a sudden, biting the boy.
He bit harder and harder into the guy’s calf. Until the flesh came out, hanging by the few tendons and muscles that remained unsnapped by his biting.
The blood flew more freely than ever, and both were mixed in a pool of their own sweat, saliva and blood.
The boy finally dug the knife into the man’s back.
He crawled away from him, thinking he was dead. His lips, nose and face trembled, a gash revealed his teeth then.
Was the man dead?
Astonishingly, he stood up. Laughing, the way he did in his bloodthirst, he pulled the knife out of his own back. Now armed with two knives he attacked the defenceless boy.
“I gave you a chance. NOW ITS MINE!!!!” screamed the man as he dug the knife into his collarbone.
There was a snap. The boy’s right hand went limp. The knife lay stuck near his shoulder.
He could barely stand up. Some how balancing himself, he pulled out the knife with his left hand. He tried to jump at the slayer, but collapsed.
“Unh…unh….AARRRGH!!!!!” he writhed in pain.
The man came and leaned over him, supporting himself on one arm.
“Feeling helpless? I love it when people do. And you know what I love more? I love this big slit I make…from you left ear through you mouth to your right ear…I know how it feels. You’re like a vegetable now. I will cut you, and make my meal…”“AAARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
The knife in his hand moved up and impaled the man in his chest as he leaned over him. Shoving him with all his might, he lay on top of him and used whatever he could of his right and left hands to slash at the man’s stomach.
He swung and swung. The blood sprayed on the walls, and bits of flesh flew around. The grey organs started to show up.
The intestines were like a maze of grey pipes. He cut, slashed and furiously sliced his inner parts, the stench of the waste inside filling the room. The fluid trickled from his sides, and vomit covered his mouth. The man was dead, smiling, the disgusting goop of blood and vomit dripping by his mouth.
The boy was trembling and sweating. His wobbly hands dug into the mass, searching for a solid piece. The key to the lock. He cried and cried in absolute madness. He didn’t know what was going on anymore. His instincts had better of him. He looked at the key. A plastic tag was attached on it. In tiny print were the words against the blood red tag:
You passed the test
He passed the test. He killed, mutilated a man. He passed the test.
He wept on his corpse. He wept for that entire test he’d been through, all that happened in the last hour. Did he deserve the key? For what he did?
He would have passed the test if he stepped out of that door.
That would be it.
His salvation from sin was to deliberately fail.
And for that, he wouldn’t leave the room.
He sat, bled, and waited for death to embrace him as his life sapped away from the body.
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Friday, January 16, 2009
Woohooo!!! 100 views of blog celebrations
Hey guys, this is a post for all of you who hae helped me continue this hobby in this otherwhile reckless, mean and competitive world. Thank you for viewing my blog, maybe once, maybe everyday, but thanks a lot.It means much to me. Keep reading as more is yet to come!!! :)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Thought-provoking movie
It's been a long while since a new post....have been contemplating for a while.
Saw many movies. Transporter 3 was a waste. Fashion was bland. Oye Lucky!Lucky Oye! was dark and somewhat arty cinema.
But one movie made my vacation the end of the year.
Sean Penn's Into The Wild.
The story is so awe-inspiring and so gripping it really made me think. It's what I'd call a thinking man's movie.
With not too many big star names except for Vince Vaughn, the story revolves around the life of Christopher Mc Candless (played by Emile Hirsch), a brilliant student who just graduates and is expected to go to Harvard for studying law. But guess what- he spends all of his college fund by giving it to charity and goes hitchhiking across America and finally goes to camp in Alaska.
You'd think that's irresponsible of him. But this guy has got his issues. His father is a big money lover. He abuses his wife for his career gets into his family life and all the greed makes them miserable. He hates his parents for not telling him that his father was actually married to another woman and had kids with her, thus making them bastard children. The only person he sympathizes with is his sister, who narrates his story and ideals.
He feels human beings get joy only from relationships, like love and family and friends. He believes he can achieve the same in his experiences of life. Which is why he goes on this roller-coaster ride of tramping across America. His mind is troubled, but his saying has a lot of truth in it. The satisfaction his father got from money was all unreal as he realized it, so he burns the little money he has and goes absolutely broke. Just to see if he'd survive. To be primeval, to be how we were naturally. He discovers beautiful lands and does a whole lot of things like travelling with hippies, illegally boarding goods trains, canoeing down to the Gulf of Mexico.
And finally, he reaches his dream destination: Alaska, to live in the wild, like Jonathan Swift's Robinson Crusoe, only voluntarily.
THE STORY IS A REAL LIFE ONE!!!!
Can you believe that! The guy did this for real!
Sadly, he was found dead in an abandoned bus he'd made his shelter. Died of poisoning caused by eating a local potato root that blocks digestion, thus making him starve to his death.
You'd wonder: was all his plans and dreams in vain? Was he unrealistic?
To tell you the truth, I feel he did what he felt he should. And thats great. Whatever he achieved was much more than anything he'd get out of Harvard. That's the truth. He lived a more full life than a fellowmate who went on to pursue higher studies and finally got into the cycle of debt, money, work, raising family and stress. So what could possibly be our purpose in life? We'd appreciate our life better. We'd realize how precious our time is. How much there is to do in life. How trivial the things we are worried with really are. THIS BRINGS OUT THE TRUTH.
Truth, as they say, will set you free.
Saw many movies. Transporter 3 was a waste. Fashion was bland. Oye Lucky!Lucky Oye! was dark and somewhat arty cinema.
But one movie made my vacation the end of the year.
Sean Penn's Into The Wild.
The story is so awe-inspiring and so gripping it really made me think. It's what I'd call a thinking man's movie.
With not too many big star names except for Vince Vaughn, the story revolves around the life of Christopher Mc Candless (played by Emile Hirsch), a brilliant student who just graduates and is expected to go to Harvard for studying law. But guess what- he spends all of his college fund by giving it to charity and goes hitchhiking across America and finally goes to camp in Alaska.
You'd think that's irresponsible of him. But this guy has got his issues. His father is a big money lover. He abuses his wife for his career gets into his family life and all the greed makes them miserable. He hates his parents for not telling him that his father was actually married to another woman and had kids with her, thus making them bastard children. The only person he sympathizes with is his sister, who narrates his story and ideals.
He feels human beings get joy only from relationships, like love and family and friends. He believes he can achieve the same in his experiences of life. Which is why he goes on this roller-coaster ride of tramping across America. His mind is troubled, but his saying has a lot of truth in it. The satisfaction his father got from money was all unreal as he realized it, so he burns the little money he has and goes absolutely broke. Just to see if he'd survive. To be primeval, to be how we were naturally. He discovers beautiful lands and does a whole lot of things like travelling with hippies, illegally boarding goods trains, canoeing down to the Gulf of Mexico.
And finally, he reaches his dream destination: Alaska, to live in the wild, like Jonathan Swift's Robinson Crusoe, only voluntarily.
THE STORY IS A REAL LIFE ONE!!!!
Can you believe that! The guy did this for real!
Sadly, he was found dead in an abandoned bus he'd made his shelter. Died of poisoning caused by eating a local potato root that blocks digestion, thus making him starve to his death.
You'd wonder: was all his plans and dreams in vain? Was he unrealistic?
To tell you the truth, I feel he did what he felt he should. And thats great. Whatever he achieved was much more than anything he'd get out of Harvard. That's the truth. He lived a more full life than a fellowmate who went on to pursue higher studies and finally got into the cycle of debt, money, work, raising family and stress. So what could possibly be our purpose in life? We'd appreciate our life better. We'd realize how precious our time is. How much there is to do in life. How trivial the things we are worried with really are. THIS BRINGS OUT THE TRUTH.
Truth, as they say, will set you free.
That's exactly was Christopher Mc Candless was.
May his soul rest in peace.
Monday, November 24, 2008
The wait is over...Chinese democracy for all fans
Hooray!!!! Guns N’ Roses is finally out with the new album Chinese Democracy!!!
The album was bittersweet for me, though my review is far more forgiving than the other critics I have read.
Here’s a song by song review
1: Chinese Democracy 4:43
The song has some silences in the start, I don’t know why Axl put that part. Then comes the killer riff. That really captures the moment of the song. Then you hear Axl on double vocals, one gruff, new voice and the other old scream of yesteryears. I love the song for its rough, rawness and for Axl’s voice. Definitely one of the best on the album. Lovely solo to go with it. Enjoyed the song very much.
Verdict: 9 ½ /10
2: Shackler’s Revenge 3:36
Scary man! The song starts so uncannily. It has some kind of a dirty death metal sound to it that progresses into a mash up of dance music and rock n’ roll. Weird song in the album. I liked the chorus lines though. Then I don’t know what hit me like a rod in the face. Some kind of avant-garde metal I suppose. The sound is unbelievably alien, like a new genre in itself. It kinda shook me up though.
Verdict: 7/10
3: Better 4:58
This is so-not-GnR. This sounded like boy band music at first. Then some of the hard-rocking came a few seconds later to calm me down a bit. Axl’s voice is nice on this track. The solo is again avant-garde Bumblefoot/Buckethead work. Axl is screaming a LOT on this song as it moves on. The pattern of the song is vivid and little hard to follow. Lots of riffs in between. Second solo at 3m 48s is more melodic work. Okay song, I like it enough.
Verdict: 8/10
4: Street Of Dreams 4:46
Wow. This sounds JUST like the melodies of the 80’s. Axl’s second baritone voice is a feature of this song coupled with his trademark scowls and screams. The song is very much solid in form and not vague as Shackler’s Revenge was. The vocals are simply beautiful. The solo looks like it’s taken from some other band itself. Extremely diverse in its music. Lovely orchestral music goes on in the background. The song is like a happy memory, a flashback into the times the band was at its peak. Atleast that’s what it reminds me of.
Verdict: 9/10
5: If The World 4:54
Huh?!? The music sounded like an Arabic song. Then comes a wah-wah lick in the background with another of Axl’s good vocals. Man, this guy has experimented with things like crazy. The song has very good lyrics. Heard this comes in the credits of Body Of Lies. My next priority. I liked the song quite a lot.
Verdict: 9/10
6: There Was A Time 6:41
You can hear a flurry of noises in the music as it starts, courtesy our passionate frontman! The song has a charm to it, and then the chorus sounded a bit flat. The verses sound better with some sort of narrative lyrics and the Illusion-era style pianos. Maybe it was all this experimental work that scared away the rest of the band members away along with his erratic behaviour. The solo is good, which is very consistently being churned out. But the problem with the song is in its repetitiveness. Okey-dokey, not very good for me. Sounds a bit borrowed from November Rain and a tad too long for it cannot hold your attention for much time.
Verdict: 8/10
7: Catcher In The Rye 5:53
This sounded so much like the Carpenters’ music!! It has a dose of Bon Jovi style to it. I don’t know why, but since the songs don’t have a classic GnR style, I keep referencing other people’s music. Only as a guideline to the sound style, not that it’s a rip-off. The song is nice and there is some wacky piano when he’s singing that sounds like a cat is running on the keys. Has more momentum than There Was A Time. I don’t know why but Axl is sounding good on every track, even if the instrumentals go to hell. Very selfish of him. But who cares, he’s doing a good job as of now.
Verdict: 8 ½ /10
8: Scraped 3:30
WTF? Axl starts singing by screaming. Somewhat punk and radical. Now this song is sounding like Red Hot Chili Peppers. What the hell man, too many cooks can spoil the broth. Again, a good solo with heavy use of effects. The song isn’t up to the mark for me really. It’s just overprocessed bullshit and the weakest track.
Verdict: 7/10
9: Riad N' The Bedouins 4:10
Another of the experimentals. I think Axl has a hangover from Scraped with the tune he’s screaming to. What rubbish man, there’s absolutely no sense or order in the song. HAPHAZARD!!! I had to forward the song a little to escape the aaahs and aaahs. Damn, major letdown. All I heard was noise.
Verdict: 7 ½ /10
10: Sorry 6:14
I expect a lot from the song. This turns out to be very indulgent. All deep inside Axl. He sounds nice, okay, but where are the hardcore riffs??? Sebastian Bach is supposed to have contributed on this song, but is nowhere to be found due to Axl’s edits. Then the heavy stuff comes at 2 minutes like a kind of trumpet-guitar mashup monster sound. The song is sounding okay to me, a B grade soul-crooning track. But some experimentalism should stop and give way for straight headed hard rock GnR is famous for. They’ll lose their already reduced fan base if they don’t deliver.
Verdict: 8/10
11: I.R.S. 4:28
This song has the true hardcore roots of GnR. Thank god. But Axl is dropping into his indulgent self once in while here too. The guitars are overpowered by his voice. There aren’t much catchy lines, music or riffs for that matter. If his crowds can’t chant the song along with him, or cover bands can’t play the stuff, the song is forgotten. That shouldn’t happen with this track. It has a very well made guitar solo and riff in its end.
Verdict: 8 ½ /10
12: Madagascar 5:38
This song has a very nice feel to it. I liked it very much. Something about it caught my attention, it was the epic scale on which it has been executed. The song is very much impressive in my view. I liked the song as everyone’s part is prominently featured in it. No overpowering vocals or loud riffs. The synth, the drums (almost forgotten) all get a chance. Then there is a bit where he has put in clips of Martin Luther King and the sample from Civil War “what we have here is failure to communicate.”
Verdict: 9/10. This deserves it.
13: This I Love 5:34
Axl is soul crooning yet again. I don’t know what to say, the pianos are great. But I’m tired of just listening to Axl. We need equal importance to be given to the guitars, drums and BASS! I just can’t hear their general Tommy Stinson as yet!! The solo is good here, by the way, genuine, authentic. Drums are much better defined here than most other songs. But what is this song all about? That remains an unsolved mystery, maybe something like a Novermber Rain II.
Verdict: 8/10
14: Prostitute 6:15
This song sounds good in parts. More than that, I want the pianos dead. Enough of your pianos, Axl. Get a solid rhythm guitarist and a talented drummer, that’s what this album needs. The songs have complex synth, pianos, solos and a bass and rhythm somehwhere that is lost. Rest all is missing to Axl’s voice.
Verdict: 8/10
OVERALL ALBUM FARES:……………… 8/10
Bottomline is: Axl is so darn good and dedicated and focused on the album everybody else faded away from the listener’s ear. The songs are very nice, by the way, if it is taken as an Axl Rose solo album. That’s exactly what it sounds like, an Axl solo album, like the way Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden made his own. There is no personality that shows promising parts on the album, save some Buckethead/Finck/Fortrus/Bumblefoot, that you can’t make out which is which anyways. But most solos are impressive, more memorable than the songs themselves. The arrangements have been overdone on the pianos and vocals, the two things Axl himself performs. He maybe thinks he is a new Robert Plant, with the screaming and the experimentalism that is oh-so Led Zeppelin, the second band I respect the most. The songs are good as a solo artist, not as a band. I expected some team-work here but all we have is some unknowns playing to Axl’s favourite tunes and ideas. No wonder people walk out of such projects. But you have to give Axl credit for achieving so much without any real team or much support. And all the bad luck and mistakes he’s been through, I feel he has done a brilliant job. This album is yours and yours only dude. He is back with a great, versatile album that spans many genres, showcasing his flexibility to sing in any kind of song. And that’s all. Those who were thinking a neo-Appetite was to rule the world, you’re wrong. This is for Axl’s fans strictly speaking; and for those who don’t mind rock n’ roll love songs and can neglect the fact that many of the songs lack hardcore music. Cut the name Guns N’ Roses, this is W. Axl Rose: Chinese Democracy.
The album was bittersweet for me, though my review is far more forgiving than the other critics I have read.
Here’s a song by song review
1: Chinese Democracy 4:43
The song has some silences in the start, I don’t know why Axl put that part. Then comes the killer riff. That really captures the moment of the song. Then you hear Axl on double vocals, one gruff, new voice and the other old scream of yesteryears. I love the song for its rough, rawness and for Axl’s voice. Definitely one of the best on the album. Lovely solo to go with it. Enjoyed the song very much.
Verdict: 9 ½ /10
2: Shackler’s Revenge 3:36
Scary man! The song starts so uncannily. It has some kind of a dirty death metal sound to it that progresses into a mash up of dance music and rock n’ roll. Weird song in the album. I liked the chorus lines though. Then I don’t know what hit me like a rod in the face. Some kind of avant-garde metal I suppose. The sound is unbelievably alien, like a new genre in itself. It kinda shook me up though.
Verdict: 7/10
3: Better 4:58
This is so-not-GnR. This sounded like boy band music at first. Then some of the hard-rocking came a few seconds later to calm me down a bit. Axl’s voice is nice on this track. The solo is again avant-garde Bumblefoot/Buckethead work. Axl is screaming a LOT on this song as it moves on. The pattern of the song is vivid and little hard to follow. Lots of riffs in between. Second solo at 3m 48s is more melodic work. Okay song, I like it enough.
Verdict: 8/10
4: Street Of Dreams 4:46
Wow. This sounds JUST like the melodies of the 80’s. Axl’s second baritone voice is a feature of this song coupled with his trademark scowls and screams. The song is very much solid in form and not vague as Shackler’s Revenge was. The vocals are simply beautiful. The solo looks like it’s taken from some other band itself. Extremely diverse in its music. Lovely orchestral music goes on in the background. The song is like a happy memory, a flashback into the times the band was at its peak. Atleast that’s what it reminds me of.
Verdict: 9/10
5: If The World 4:54
Huh?!? The music sounded like an Arabic song. Then comes a wah-wah lick in the background with another of Axl’s good vocals. Man, this guy has experimented with things like crazy. The song has very good lyrics. Heard this comes in the credits of Body Of Lies. My next priority. I liked the song quite a lot.
Verdict: 9/10
6: There Was A Time 6:41
You can hear a flurry of noises in the music as it starts, courtesy our passionate frontman! The song has a charm to it, and then the chorus sounded a bit flat. The verses sound better with some sort of narrative lyrics and the Illusion-era style pianos. Maybe it was all this experimental work that scared away the rest of the band members away along with his erratic behaviour. The solo is good, which is very consistently being churned out. But the problem with the song is in its repetitiveness. Okey-dokey, not very good for me. Sounds a bit borrowed from November Rain and a tad too long for it cannot hold your attention for much time.
Verdict: 8/10
7: Catcher In The Rye 5:53
This sounded so much like the Carpenters’ music!! It has a dose of Bon Jovi style to it. I don’t know why, but since the songs don’t have a classic GnR style, I keep referencing other people’s music. Only as a guideline to the sound style, not that it’s a rip-off. The song is nice and there is some wacky piano when he’s singing that sounds like a cat is running on the keys. Has more momentum than There Was A Time. I don’t know why but Axl is sounding good on every track, even if the instrumentals go to hell. Very selfish of him. But who cares, he’s doing a good job as of now.
Verdict: 8 ½ /10
8: Scraped 3:30
WTF? Axl starts singing by screaming. Somewhat punk and radical. Now this song is sounding like Red Hot Chili Peppers. What the hell man, too many cooks can spoil the broth. Again, a good solo with heavy use of effects. The song isn’t up to the mark for me really. It’s just overprocessed bullshit and the weakest track.
Verdict: 7/10
9: Riad N' The Bedouins 4:10
Another of the experimentals. I think Axl has a hangover from Scraped with the tune he’s screaming to. What rubbish man, there’s absolutely no sense or order in the song. HAPHAZARD!!! I had to forward the song a little to escape the aaahs and aaahs. Damn, major letdown. All I heard was noise.
Verdict: 7 ½ /10
10: Sorry 6:14
I expect a lot from the song. This turns out to be very indulgent. All deep inside Axl. He sounds nice, okay, but where are the hardcore riffs??? Sebastian Bach is supposed to have contributed on this song, but is nowhere to be found due to Axl’s edits. Then the heavy stuff comes at 2 minutes like a kind of trumpet-guitar mashup monster sound. The song is sounding okay to me, a B grade soul-crooning track. But some experimentalism should stop and give way for straight headed hard rock GnR is famous for. They’ll lose their already reduced fan base if they don’t deliver.
Verdict: 8/10
11: I.R.S. 4:28
This song has the true hardcore roots of GnR. Thank god. But Axl is dropping into his indulgent self once in while here too. The guitars are overpowered by his voice. There aren’t much catchy lines, music or riffs for that matter. If his crowds can’t chant the song along with him, or cover bands can’t play the stuff, the song is forgotten. That shouldn’t happen with this track. It has a very well made guitar solo and riff in its end.
Verdict: 8 ½ /10
12: Madagascar 5:38
This song has a very nice feel to it. I liked it very much. Something about it caught my attention, it was the epic scale on which it has been executed. The song is very much impressive in my view. I liked the song as everyone’s part is prominently featured in it. No overpowering vocals or loud riffs. The synth, the drums (almost forgotten) all get a chance. Then there is a bit where he has put in clips of Martin Luther King and the sample from Civil War “what we have here is failure to communicate.”
Verdict: 9/10. This deserves it.
13: This I Love 5:34
Axl is soul crooning yet again. I don’t know what to say, the pianos are great. But I’m tired of just listening to Axl. We need equal importance to be given to the guitars, drums and BASS! I just can’t hear their general Tommy Stinson as yet!! The solo is good here, by the way, genuine, authentic. Drums are much better defined here than most other songs. But what is this song all about? That remains an unsolved mystery, maybe something like a Novermber Rain II.
Verdict: 8/10
14: Prostitute 6:15
This song sounds good in parts. More than that, I want the pianos dead. Enough of your pianos, Axl. Get a solid rhythm guitarist and a talented drummer, that’s what this album needs. The songs have complex synth, pianos, solos and a bass and rhythm somehwhere that is lost. Rest all is missing to Axl’s voice.
Verdict: 8/10
OVERALL ALBUM FARES:……………… 8/10
Bottomline is: Axl is so darn good and dedicated and focused on the album everybody else faded away from the listener’s ear. The songs are very nice, by the way, if it is taken as an Axl Rose solo album. That’s exactly what it sounds like, an Axl solo album, like the way Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden made his own. There is no personality that shows promising parts on the album, save some Buckethead/Finck/Fortrus/Bumblefoot, that you can’t make out which is which anyways. But most solos are impressive, more memorable than the songs themselves. The arrangements have been overdone on the pianos and vocals, the two things Axl himself performs. He maybe thinks he is a new Robert Plant, with the screaming and the experimentalism that is oh-so Led Zeppelin, the second band I respect the most. The songs are good as a solo artist, not as a band. I expected some team-work here but all we have is some unknowns playing to Axl’s favourite tunes and ideas. No wonder people walk out of such projects. But you have to give Axl credit for achieving so much without any real team or much support. And all the bad luck and mistakes he’s been through, I feel he has done a brilliant job. This album is yours and yours only dude. He is back with a great, versatile album that spans many genres, showcasing his flexibility to sing in any kind of song. And that’s all. Those who were thinking a neo-Appetite was to rule the world, you’re wrong. This is for Axl’s fans strictly speaking; and for those who don’t mind rock n’ roll love songs and can neglect the fact that many of the songs lack hardcore music. Cut the name Guns N’ Roses, this is W. Axl Rose: Chinese Democracy.
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