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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.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
10 rock songs to listen before you die
10 best rock songs of my life:
If I were to god forbid die tomorrow, these are the ten songs I would listen to before dying.
1: Stairway to Heaven-Led Zeppelin. The essential, the number one in terms of everything. It has the most soulful singing, the ethereal music, the excellent drums and the blistering solo. The best rock song of the entire span of genre.
2: Sweet Child O’ Mine-Guns N’ Roses: The song that got me hooked on rock. This is my grassroots song. This must have been the first song I must have listened to countless number of times.
3: Alive-Pearl Jam: This song had some quality to it that really changed my stereotype rock likings. The open verses have lyrics narrating a powerful story and the solo awe-inspired me to once take off my shirt and air-guitar>;D
4: Smoke On the Water- Deep Purple: The first power chord of the universe by Deep Purple, exclusive. Also my first song I learned on guitar. Beautiful for its simplicity.
5: November Rain- Guns N’ Roses: This song has great value for its orchestral music fused with great 80’s rock. Awesome.
6: Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana: Prides itself for stripped down, revolutionary grunge music. The big change of the 90’s, my birth decade. Generation X.
7: Nothing Else Matters- Metallica: The song shows an aggressive dose of metal and a mind numbing solo with extraordinary orchestral music. My second favourite power ballad.
8: Rock You Like A Hurricane- Scorpions: Mindless rock n’ roll!!! Great chorus and even better guitars.
9: Voodoo Child- Jimi Hendrix: The song that taught me to appreciate old music. The most extreme of its kind in its times, this song is the origin of all great guitarists to emerge afterwards.
10: Iron Man/In The End-Black Sabbath/Linkin Park: I wished to give this slot to two bands and two songs. One is a heavy hard hitting song from the 70’s-80’s metal origin era. The second is a revolutionary 2000’s song that is like cyber-metal. Nu-metal, to be specific. Both share this position in my mind.
If I were to god forbid die tomorrow, these are the ten songs I would listen to before dying.
1: Stairway to Heaven-Led Zeppelin. The essential, the number one in terms of everything. It has the most soulful singing, the ethereal music, the excellent drums and the blistering solo. The best rock song of the entire span of genre.
2: Sweet Child O’ Mine-Guns N’ Roses: The song that got me hooked on rock. This is my grassroots song. This must have been the first song I must have listened to countless number of times.
3: Alive-Pearl Jam: This song had some quality to it that really changed my stereotype rock likings. The open verses have lyrics narrating a powerful story and the solo awe-inspired me to once take off my shirt and air-guitar>;D
4: Smoke On the Water- Deep Purple: The first power chord of the universe by Deep Purple, exclusive. Also my first song I learned on guitar. Beautiful for its simplicity.
5: November Rain- Guns N’ Roses: This song has great value for its orchestral music fused with great 80’s rock. Awesome.
6: Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana: Prides itself for stripped down, revolutionary grunge music. The big change of the 90’s, my birth decade. Generation X.
7: Nothing Else Matters- Metallica: The song shows an aggressive dose of metal and a mind numbing solo with extraordinary orchestral music. My second favourite power ballad.
8: Rock You Like A Hurricane- Scorpions: Mindless rock n’ roll!!! Great chorus and even better guitars.
9: Voodoo Child- Jimi Hendrix: The song that taught me to appreciate old music. The most extreme of its kind in its times, this song is the origin of all great guitarists to emerge afterwards.
10: Iron Man/In The End-Black Sabbath/Linkin Park: I wished to give this slot to two bands and two songs. One is a heavy hard hitting song from the 70’s-80’s metal origin era. The second is a revolutionary 2000’s song that is like cyber-metal. Nu-metal, to be specific. Both share this position in my mind.
Human Perplexity
I have noticed several times on social networking sites a very unsettling trend: almost every person is trying to prove something in their profile, especially in the ‘about me’ section. It generally consists of vague descriptions on how cool/funky/trendy/stylish/smart/dude/yo/hip/popular/etc.etc. the person is. What is the purpose of this? Why is everybody wanting to display themselves as ‘cool’? Why do they feel it will make them socially popular? Is it that necessary? Does a display of false interests in popular culture make you stand out in the crowd? Is that what defines ‘cool’? First of all, why do we have to be this cool entity? Why not stand up for your own views and principles? If we are not going to think for ourselves as the youth of the nation and continue this mindless imitation of popular culture, our personalities are bland. What I’m saying isn’t that quit popular culture in itself. Go with the trend, but be something above it at the same time. If we were all the same clones of interests and ideals, our character and personality looks insipid. Think about what you really care. Issues that touch you. Thoughts that disturb you. Ideas that excite you. Speak out on this. This is the essence of our existence. When you know what you’re looking for and know what you stand for only then can we demand a right to be a citizen of democracy and ask for all our freedoms. Come on people, it’s time we contemplate. Stand up for a cause, because when a crowd stands together for something is when change can be brought in. That is exactly what the world needs to be better: change. Think of democracy. Governance. Justice. Environment(emphasis needed). Civil unrest. Social inequality. There’s so much to think about, so many issues that need to be stressed on.
Friday, November 7, 2008
AC/DC's Black Ice Album Review
Review of AC/DC’s Black Ice
1: Rock & Roll Train 4:21
DÉJÀ VU!!!! The song is like as if brought from the 80’s era of AC/DC. Very old-school, the best AC/DC can do. It has all the potentials for a good rock n’ roll song: catchy tune, great killer riffs, lots of powerful choruses. It reminds of the mindless and timeless rock that was once so popular in pubs and bars where bikers attended meetings. Just lacks a good solo from Angus Young.
Verdict: Good 8/10
2: Skies On Fire 3:34
Nice, solid riffs. AC/DC continues to be the favourite among guitar riff lovers and air-guitarists alike. Somewhat subdued vocals though, but I enjoyed the chorus personally. “Skies on fire, flames go higher” The solo has arrived! Ripping through the song like a well-aimed arrow, it thrills you for a minute. Good stuff. Keep it going this way AC/DC!!
Verdict: Good 8/10
3: Big Jack 3:57
I can imagine how fun this song would be to sing along to on karaoke. All the songs until now remind me of a rock party where each one is singing these fun-filled rock n’ roll songs. Riffs aren’t as heavy as one usually expects, but amazingly Brian Johnson sings with great poise and clarity with his trademark scowls and yells. And yes, the song is a tongue-in-cheek reference to the male appendage. Naughty boys, these AC/DC.
Verdict: Good 8/10
4: Anything Goes 3:22
Wait a second, this sounded like some new band of 2000’s. No, it’s AC/DC! Very different way of starting an AC/DC song. Innovative riffs and tune. Brian isn’t as rough as he normally is, a bit mellowed down for this track. Nice, but the vocals weren’t that impressive as this song fades from your memory quick.
Verdict: Okay 7/10
5: War Machine 3:09
Wow, lovely start for a song. Nice musicianship from these guys. The basic riff is very metal-like, but in the traditional AC/DC sound. You can’t make out what is Brian mumbling, but your attention diverts to the simple yet powerful drums and the grinding power chords. Few silences inserted in between for good effect. Should work for AC/DC hardcore fans.
Verdict: Good 8/10
6: Smash N’ Grab 4:06
I think the traditional starts for AC/DC are getting a bit saturated in my mind. They’re great quality, but somewhat getting repetitive. Vocals weren’t the usual sing-along tracks. I am anticipating for a big solo in the album to entitle “best solo of the album” The tempo should have gone up a bit by now, but all is forgiven for another good solo near the third minute. The chorus was dumb for an AC/DC song.
Verdict: Okay 7/10
7: Spoilin’ For A Fight 3:17
Back to the grind and back to the sing along tracks. Again a solid riff, verse and sing-along chorus. I’m waiting for something new and entertaining. The song is listenable and is nice by the way, but I’m nearing saturation point. I’m feeling as though the last song has continued in this one.
Verdict: I’m bored, but good 8/10
8: Wheels 3:28
Only new thing is the drum beat. I’m sensing a little boost in volume now. Brian started getting a little screechy. But I want something radical!
Verdict: Okay 7/10 (ratings will drop if this ordeal continues)
9: Decibel 3:34
Brian never sang in such a low pitch before for the first few verses. But he resumed his auto pilot screaming, and I got into depression on another AC/DC clone-like song. There isn’t much Decibel to this song as there is a lack of a good chorus. Survives my criticism due to the two-minute solo.
Verdict: Average 6/10
10: Stormy May Day 3:10
The song everyone’s been talking about. Angus on slide guitar!!!! Wow! Lovely new sound from this idea. I loved this song more than others on the album. Ultra-cool chorus with the ultra-cool riff makes this my latest best pick. This deserves a good review.
Verdict: Very good 9/10
11: She Likes Rock N Roll 3:53
Better tempo than the initially sluggish pace. Riffs have become faster. Vocals have become more ranged. Good rock n’ roll!! I enjoy the instruments on this track too. Solo nominee for best solo. I enjoyed the rock n’ roll cliché though…
Verdict: Kinda very good 8 ½ /10
12: Money Made 4:15
Another recurring theme in AC/DC songs, “money.” Use of palm muting extensively in the entire song. Interesting lead guitar fill-ins.
Verdict: okay 7/10
13: Rock N Roll Dream
Soulful singing from Brian. Startlingly, no power chord to begin with, but comes hard hitting later. But I’m tired of this clichéd cliché. No more rock n roll titles please.
14: Rocking All The Way
I guess my request was denied. Yet again, mediocre rock and roll. But this one is something like an offspring of the previous song. Hence the review will be the same as of the one above.
Verdict: Okay 7 ½ /10
15: Black Ice
Not to my satisfaction. All it has is a somewhat good riff. But such uninspiring vocals! Lackluster for the title album song. I don’t know why, but it seems average to me.
Verdict: okey-dokey 8/10
Overall album review: It is not suggested you listen to the album continuously. The repetitiveness can bore you and tarnish AC/DC’s reputation. We can’t let that happen. Rock N’ Roll has to stay alive. So listen it in mixed tracks playlist. Enjoy it on download or radio but don’t buy it, it isn’t worth. The songs are good technically speaking, but they are not innovative. This is just old wine in a new bottle. They should think of expanding their fanbase by bringing new ideas, rather than just serve old fans. You can’t come back and make a mark in this fashion.
MY OVERALL ALBUM VERDICT….
GOOD ENOUGH 7 ½ /10
Next Review: CHINESE DEMOCRACY- GUNS N’ ROSES!!!!!!
1: Rock & Roll Train 4:21
DÉJÀ VU!!!! The song is like as if brought from the 80’s era of AC/DC. Very old-school, the best AC/DC can do. It has all the potentials for a good rock n’ roll song: catchy tune, great killer riffs, lots of powerful choruses. It reminds of the mindless and timeless rock that was once so popular in pubs and bars where bikers attended meetings. Just lacks a good solo from Angus Young.
Verdict: Good 8/10
2: Skies On Fire 3:34
Nice, solid riffs. AC/DC continues to be the favourite among guitar riff lovers and air-guitarists alike. Somewhat subdued vocals though, but I enjoyed the chorus personally. “Skies on fire, flames go higher” The solo has arrived! Ripping through the song like a well-aimed arrow, it thrills you for a minute. Good stuff. Keep it going this way AC/DC!!
Verdict: Good 8/10
3: Big Jack 3:57
I can imagine how fun this song would be to sing along to on karaoke. All the songs until now remind me of a rock party where each one is singing these fun-filled rock n’ roll songs. Riffs aren’t as heavy as one usually expects, but amazingly Brian Johnson sings with great poise and clarity with his trademark scowls and yells. And yes, the song is a tongue-in-cheek reference to the male appendage. Naughty boys, these AC/DC.
Verdict: Good 8/10
4: Anything Goes 3:22
Wait a second, this sounded like some new band of 2000’s. No, it’s AC/DC! Very different way of starting an AC/DC song. Innovative riffs and tune. Brian isn’t as rough as he normally is, a bit mellowed down for this track. Nice, but the vocals weren’t that impressive as this song fades from your memory quick.
Verdict: Okay 7/10
5: War Machine 3:09
Wow, lovely start for a song. Nice musicianship from these guys. The basic riff is very metal-like, but in the traditional AC/DC sound. You can’t make out what is Brian mumbling, but your attention diverts to the simple yet powerful drums and the grinding power chords. Few silences inserted in between for good effect. Should work for AC/DC hardcore fans.
Verdict: Good 8/10
6: Smash N’ Grab 4:06
I think the traditional starts for AC/DC are getting a bit saturated in my mind. They’re great quality, but somewhat getting repetitive. Vocals weren’t the usual sing-along tracks. I am anticipating for a big solo in the album to entitle “best solo of the album” The tempo should have gone up a bit by now, but all is forgiven for another good solo near the third minute. The chorus was dumb for an AC/DC song.
Verdict: Okay 7/10
7: Spoilin’ For A Fight 3:17
Back to the grind and back to the sing along tracks. Again a solid riff, verse and sing-along chorus. I’m waiting for something new and entertaining. The song is listenable and is nice by the way, but I’m nearing saturation point. I’m feeling as though the last song has continued in this one.
Verdict: I’m bored, but good 8/10
8: Wheels 3:28
Only new thing is the drum beat. I’m sensing a little boost in volume now. Brian started getting a little screechy. But I want something radical!
Verdict: Okay 7/10 (ratings will drop if this ordeal continues)
9: Decibel 3:34
Brian never sang in such a low pitch before for the first few verses. But he resumed his auto pilot screaming, and I got into depression on another AC/DC clone-like song. There isn’t much Decibel to this song as there is a lack of a good chorus. Survives my criticism due to the two-minute solo.
Verdict: Average 6/10
10: Stormy May Day 3:10
The song everyone’s been talking about. Angus on slide guitar!!!! Wow! Lovely new sound from this idea. I loved this song more than others on the album. Ultra-cool chorus with the ultra-cool riff makes this my latest best pick. This deserves a good review.
Verdict: Very good 9/10
11: She Likes Rock N Roll 3:53
Better tempo than the initially sluggish pace. Riffs have become faster. Vocals have become more ranged. Good rock n’ roll!! I enjoy the instruments on this track too. Solo nominee for best solo. I enjoyed the rock n’ roll cliché though…
Verdict: Kinda very good 8 ½ /10
12: Money Made 4:15
Another recurring theme in AC/DC songs, “money.” Use of palm muting extensively in the entire song. Interesting lead guitar fill-ins.
Verdict: okay 7/10
13: Rock N Roll Dream
Soulful singing from Brian. Startlingly, no power chord to begin with, but comes hard hitting later. But I’m tired of this clichéd cliché. No more rock n roll titles please.
14: Rocking All The Way
I guess my request was denied. Yet again, mediocre rock and roll. But this one is something like an offspring of the previous song. Hence the review will be the same as of the one above.
Verdict: Okay 7 ½ /10
15: Black Ice
Not to my satisfaction. All it has is a somewhat good riff. But such uninspiring vocals! Lackluster for the title album song. I don’t know why, but it seems average to me.
Verdict: okey-dokey 8/10
Overall album review: It is not suggested you listen to the album continuously. The repetitiveness can bore you and tarnish AC/DC’s reputation. We can’t let that happen. Rock N’ Roll has to stay alive. So listen it in mixed tracks playlist. Enjoy it on download or radio but don’t buy it, it isn’t worth. The songs are good technically speaking, but they are not innovative. This is just old wine in a new bottle. They should think of expanding their fanbase by bringing new ideas, rather than just serve old fans. You can’t come back and make a mark in this fashion.
MY OVERALL ALBUM VERDICT….
GOOD ENOUGH 7 ½ /10
Next Review: CHINESE DEMOCRACY- GUNS N’ ROSES!!!!!!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
BIG POST
long time no post so here's a reallly big one...enjoy
Analysis of times hit when object is thrown at a moving ceiling fan
Okay, so no bullshit. Let's get direct to the things that happen when you throw an object into a moving fan.
There is 60% chance of the object being hit at a regular size fan. I did 3 tests with three different objects; each test of 10 throws at the fan.
Object hit ratio was 10% or less (one in ten throws or none) when object is small.
Hits are of high force when hit perpendicular to surface of object (like baseball). Grazing may just shove them or send them spinning randomly.
Maximum velocity hits are near the edge of the fan, where shots go at 6km/hr with plastic objects. That’s the speed of a jogging man.
If the object is of different composition i.e. heavier, or if hit near joint of blades to the core or both occur, speed is very, very low. They are just smacked some 70cm away.
There is 50-50 chance that the object will pass through, but will be smacked when returning to the ground. The object is thrown; it passes, touches the ceiling and while coming down with gravity, gets one BIG blow.
Round objects (I tried with a marble) get hit 20-30% which is low, but not the least really.
A ruler or scale gets hit 50-50 chances (and breaks one fine day due to overthrowing>:)
DO NOT THROW CRICKET STUMPS OR METAL OBJECTS. THE FAN WILL DETACH AND FALL ON YOUR HEAD (which seems dumb enough to do such idiocy)
A parallelepiped (which means some pipe-like thingy or just any ballpen) is hit second highest at 6 hits per 10 throws.
And do you want to know which object has highest hit chances? Scroll down......
THE AWARD FOR MAXIMUM HITS WHEN THROWN AT A RUNNING FAN GOES TO.......
THE PAPER PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paper planes missed only once! That’s right, only once. They get maximum hits of 9 in ten throws!! Applause!!! The paper plane is easy to make, easy to aim and throw and easy to get hit! Must do in classroom! Only con in this is: The plane can get stuck in the fan. Chances 50% or less, but happens. So keep a set ready, or you'll be paper plane-less. so that's all guys, hope this was fun enough for you.... of course it was...try it yourself at home. You can send me more ideas and your own experiments at slayersid18@gmail.com
THINGS TO DO IN CLASS WHEN BORED
If you are bored in class and want to have some fun or time pass, here are a few things to do.
1: Hum songs. It's really easy and novice job to do. Start humming Deep Purple's 'Smoke on The Water'. Slowly advance to rock anthems (like Rock You Like A Hurricane) and finally yell operas as loud as you can. Try and test which teacher takes how much of the music.
2: Get a rubber band. Wrap it double between 2 fingers. Take a paper clip or paper balls and rocket them across the class. Try throwing them out the window. Mine landed in the basket of a cycle parked outside!
3: Get a big bag of Lays or other crunchies and snack on. Keep em in the bag, place it next to you on the bench and sneak a few crisps every now and then. Sip some Coke if you want too. (Generally we're too broke to afford Coke in school) 4: Dance. No, not with a partner around the classroom... While sitting, nod your head forwards and backwards, best supported with a funky song beat. Then start headbanging, thrashing and air-guitaring like you're Van Halen or something. This is great generally when the teacher blows the fuse off your brain by boring you for MANY periods.
5: Think the teacher is propagating satanic messages/lewd messages/abusive messages. Take her sentences in that meaning. Fairly difficult, but when successful, is a roar of laughter. Much needed for liveliness in class. If you have accompaniment in this activity, it boosts the laughability of the situation. (The teacher says to a student: “Look carefully as I remove the factor.” You can imagine what we can substitute for factor… underwear, AK-47. Get innovative)
6: Stare at a person purposely, like he is offending you or something. Get a group to do this for explosive results. The guy you stare at will generally be sent out the class for disturbance!!
7: Frame someone innocent. Make a permanent scapegoat for this purpose. Like, if the teacher asks who is making noises, take his name. All day! (Preferably stare at him too.)
8: Write satanic and rebellious messages on the desk using a compass. Stuff like "GOD IS A LIE" "HELL BECKONS ALL TO SALVATION," "HOMEWORK IS FOR ASSHOLES" and "GOD BLESS THE DEVIL" are instant hits. I once wrote “GOD SAT HERE ONCE”. The next person sitting there was asking everyone who wrote that… hehehehe!!!
9: Play cards and chess and whatever indoors in middle of class. Warning: This is risky, try only on ignorant teachers.
10: THE BEST THING TO DO IN CLASS: take a paper. Powder a chalk. Roll the paper, stuffing the powder in it. Blow from one end, it looks like you're smoking. Filter tip one end with cotton for better results. Note: DO NOT BLOW INWARDS OR BREATHE THE CIGAR. YOU'LL HAVE CHALK DEPOSITS IN YOUR LUNGS. This does not encourage smoking but encourages freaking out people.That's all. Share your ideas of fun in class too! Enjoy the methods and hopefully nothing will happen if you're alert enough!!!!! :)
HOW TO MAKE FARTING NOISES WITH YOUR PALM
It’s really not that difficult. Practice and trial-error experimenting will serve you wonders.
Method:
· Wipe your mouth first. Nothing sucks more than a dirty mouth.
· Now, hold your left/right palm over your lips.
· Make sure your lips are not curled outwards (like a kiss) but the other way around, inwards
· Lightly, LIGHTLY press your hand with the unused hand for a grip-like support.
· BLOW. Blow even and not too hard.
· You will feel exit routes for air from the grooves on your palm. These make the fart-like noises.
· Try until you achieve farts at the lowest blows.
· Now that you’ve learnt basic noises, try various types. The wet fart, the Harley-Davidson fart, the chain-gun fart, the squealing fart, the ‘classic gas’ fart.
HOW TO MAKE A BLOODY JOHN
This is really cool kitchen experiment. You'll need:
1. 1 tablespoon lemon juice
2. 2 tablespoons of your favourite red coloured crush, be it strawberry or kokum or whatever.
3. Little sugar and grey rock salt.
Fill a glass with 3/4ths of water. Dissolve the sugar and salt, the crush and squeeze the lemon on the top , so that it looks crimson below and this white clear layer on top. Mix it before serving, and don’t forget to add ice!
Tip: If the concentration of crush and sugar is increased by a few spoons, crushed ice can be garnished for excellent slushie-like taste.
HOW TO MAKE A LEMON SNAPP
You'll need:
1. lemon juice
2. a ripe tamarind
3. sugar and salt to taste
Make lemon sorbet as normal, mixing juice, sugar and pinch of salt in water. Now take the tamarind piece, place on a spoon, put a few drops of water and squash with your hand. It should be like pressing a button. Soon you'll get a thick paste Mix it in the juice. Let it chill. Enjoy the Sour Lemon Snapp!!! Goes best served with chips/sandwich
Then I tried a few things outdoors too....
MAKING A MARKER PEN ROCKET
I figured I needed something combustible to do a propulsion act, like a rocket. So here I made the list of ingredients:
1. A full matchbox.
2. Tissue paper.
3. A corkscrew or a drill to make holes.
4. A good wick. Preferably like one in a firecracker.
5. A fat used marker pen.Take a few matchsticks, and shave their sulphur heads off. Collect the sulphur powder in a tissue. Roll the tissue into a small ball. Then take the marker-pen and empty the core, so that the marker nib is gone and we get an exit route for our rocket.It should be open on one end, like a cannon.Put in the sulphur ball; make a hole from the other end. Make sure it’s airy enough. Put the wick in the freshly made hole. (I prefer thrusting a match inside.) And watch the fireworks from the other end. Enjoy. (Mine blew itself up.) Plz do post me I'm dying for any attention. Tell me how you like this page.
Analysis of times hit when object is thrown at a moving ceiling fan
Okay, so no bullshit. Let's get direct to the things that happen when you throw an object into a moving fan.
There is 60% chance of the object being hit at a regular size fan. I did 3 tests with three different objects; each test of 10 throws at the fan.
Object hit ratio was 10% or less (one in ten throws or none) when object is small.
Hits are of high force when hit perpendicular to surface of object (like baseball). Grazing may just shove them or send them spinning randomly.
Maximum velocity hits are near the edge of the fan, where shots go at 6km/hr with plastic objects. That’s the speed of a jogging man.
If the object is of different composition i.e. heavier, or if hit near joint of blades to the core or both occur, speed is very, very low. They are just smacked some 70cm away.
There is 50-50 chance that the object will pass through, but will be smacked when returning to the ground. The object is thrown; it passes, touches the ceiling and while coming down with gravity, gets one BIG blow.
Round objects (I tried with a marble) get hit 20-30% which is low, but not the least really.
A ruler or scale gets hit 50-50 chances (and breaks one fine day due to overthrowing>:)
DO NOT THROW CRICKET STUMPS OR METAL OBJECTS. THE FAN WILL DETACH AND FALL ON YOUR HEAD (which seems dumb enough to do such idiocy)
A parallelepiped (which means some pipe-like thingy or just any ballpen) is hit second highest at 6 hits per 10 throws.
And do you want to know which object has highest hit chances? Scroll down......
THE AWARD FOR MAXIMUM HITS WHEN THROWN AT A RUNNING FAN GOES TO.......
THE PAPER PLANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paper planes missed only once! That’s right, only once. They get maximum hits of 9 in ten throws!! Applause!!! The paper plane is easy to make, easy to aim and throw and easy to get hit! Must do in classroom! Only con in this is: The plane can get stuck in the fan. Chances 50% or less, but happens. So keep a set ready, or you'll be paper plane-less. so that's all guys, hope this was fun enough for you.... of course it was...try it yourself at home. You can send me more ideas and your own experiments at slayersid18@gmail.com
THINGS TO DO IN CLASS WHEN BORED
If you are bored in class and want to have some fun or time pass, here are a few things to do.
1: Hum songs. It's really easy and novice job to do. Start humming Deep Purple's 'Smoke on The Water'. Slowly advance to rock anthems (like Rock You Like A Hurricane) and finally yell operas as loud as you can. Try and test which teacher takes how much of the music.
2: Get a rubber band. Wrap it double between 2 fingers. Take a paper clip or paper balls and rocket them across the class. Try throwing them out the window. Mine landed in the basket of a cycle parked outside!
3: Get a big bag of Lays or other crunchies and snack on. Keep em in the bag, place it next to you on the bench and sneak a few crisps every now and then. Sip some Coke if you want too. (Generally we're too broke to afford Coke in school) 4: Dance. No, not with a partner around the classroom... While sitting, nod your head forwards and backwards, best supported with a funky song beat. Then start headbanging, thrashing and air-guitaring like you're Van Halen or something. This is great generally when the teacher blows the fuse off your brain by boring you for MANY periods.
5: Think the teacher is propagating satanic messages/lewd messages/abusive messages. Take her sentences in that meaning. Fairly difficult, but when successful, is a roar of laughter. Much needed for liveliness in class. If you have accompaniment in this activity, it boosts the laughability of the situation. (The teacher says to a student: “Look carefully as I remove the factor.” You can imagine what we can substitute for factor… underwear, AK-47. Get innovative)
6: Stare at a person purposely, like he is offending you or something. Get a group to do this for explosive results. The guy you stare at will generally be sent out the class for disturbance!!
7: Frame someone innocent. Make a permanent scapegoat for this purpose. Like, if the teacher asks who is making noises, take his name. All day! (Preferably stare at him too.)
8: Write satanic and rebellious messages on the desk using a compass. Stuff like "GOD IS A LIE" "HELL BECKONS ALL TO SALVATION," "HOMEWORK IS FOR ASSHOLES" and "GOD BLESS THE DEVIL" are instant hits. I once wrote “GOD SAT HERE ONCE”. The next person sitting there was asking everyone who wrote that… hehehehe!!!
9: Play cards and chess and whatever indoors in middle of class. Warning: This is risky, try only on ignorant teachers.
10: THE BEST THING TO DO IN CLASS: take a paper. Powder a chalk. Roll the paper, stuffing the powder in it. Blow from one end, it looks like you're smoking. Filter tip one end with cotton for better results. Note: DO NOT BLOW INWARDS OR BREATHE THE CIGAR. YOU'LL HAVE CHALK DEPOSITS IN YOUR LUNGS. This does not encourage smoking but encourages freaking out people.That's all. Share your ideas of fun in class too! Enjoy the methods and hopefully nothing will happen if you're alert enough!!!!! :)
HOW TO MAKE FARTING NOISES WITH YOUR PALM
It’s really not that difficult. Practice and trial-error experimenting will serve you wonders.
Method:
· Wipe your mouth first. Nothing sucks more than a dirty mouth.
· Now, hold your left/right palm over your lips.
· Make sure your lips are not curled outwards (like a kiss) but the other way around, inwards
· Lightly, LIGHTLY press your hand with the unused hand for a grip-like support.
· BLOW. Blow even and not too hard.
· You will feel exit routes for air from the grooves on your palm. These make the fart-like noises.
· Try until you achieve farts at the lowest blows.
· Now that you’ve learnt basic noises, try various types. The wet fart, the Harley-Davidson fart, the chain-gun fart, the squealing fart, the ‘classic gas’ fart.
HOW TO MAKE A BLOODY JOHN
This is really cool kitchen experiment. You'll need:
1. 1 tablespoon lemon juice
2. 2 tablespoons of your favourite red coloured crush, be it strawberry or kokum or whatever.
3. Little sugar and grey rock salt.
Fill a glass with 3/4ths of water. Dissolve the sugar and salt, the crush and squeeze the lemon on the top , so that it looks crimson below and this white clear layer on top. Mix it before serving, and don’t forget to add ice!
Tip: If the concentration of crush and sugar is increased by a few spoons, crushed ice can be garnished for excellent slushie-like taste.
HOW TO MAKE A LEMON SNAPP
You'll need:
1. lemon juice
2. a ripe tamarind
3. sugar and salt to taste
Make lemon sorbet as normal, mixing juice, sugar and pinch of salt in water. Now take the tamarind piece, place on a spoon, put a few drops of water and squash with your hand. It should be like pressing a button. Soon you'll get a thick paste Mix it in the juice. Let it chill. Enjoy the Sour Lemon Snapp!!! Goes best served with chips/sandwich
Then I tried a few things outdoors too....
MAKING A MARKER PEN ROCKET
I figured I needed something combustible to do a propulsion act, like a rocket. So here I made the list of ingredients:
1. A full matchbox.
2. Tissue paper.
3. A corkscrew or a drill to make holes.
4. A good wick. Preferably like one in a firecracker.
5. A fat used marker pen.Take a few matchsticks, and shave their sulphur heads off. Collect the sulphur powder in a tissue. Roll the tissue into a small ball. Then take the marker-pen and empty the core, so that the marker nib is gone and we get an exit route for our rocket.It should be open on one end, like a cannon.Put in the sulphur ball; make a hole from the other end. Make sure it’s airy enough. Put the wick in the freshly made hole. (I prefer thrusting a match inside.) And watch the fireworks from the other end. Enjoy. (Mine blew itself up.) Plz do post me I'm dying for any attention. Tell me how you like this page.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Review of Metallica's "Death Magnetic"
I'm happy to be writing this article as one of the first to write a full song-to-song review of Metallica's new album "Death Magnetic"
The whole album has this heavy, hard-hitting tone to it that you experience from the first track and keeps coming as the tracks go on.
It is definitely better than their last album St. Anger, and despite me being not so pro-Metallica, I find the album impressive enough for a band fading from the notice of the audience.
The track listing and their individual reviews:
1: That was Just Your Life 7:08
I found the title as a very interesting name. The song starts in a way reminiscent of Metallica's Enter Sandman. Then it progresses to heavy riffs and great drumming, much improved vocals and a tempo that keeps increasing to the final climax. Hetfield is flawless, what’s more impressive is Lars Ulrich drumming and setting the punch of the song. Hammet delivers his best as usual. The final part is good for a start. My verdict: Fairly good. 8/10
2: The End of The Line 7:52
The second song continues in the tone of the first one, only with much more tempo and more shouting vocals. Not very impressive, as it tends to get repetitive, but I am totally awestruck by Lars and Kirk’s ‘bang-bang’ timing, like pounding bullets. Good, but not very good to remain in my memory for long. My verdict:
Okay. 7/10
3: Broken, Beat and Scarred 6:25
Innovative riffs are spiced and scattered throughout the song. I love the solid tempo at the beginning maintained by Lars, Kirk and Trujillo (only if you play close attention can you actually hear Trujillo). Vocals are somewhat boring after a few minutes. You can easily make out he’s saying “what don’t kill ya make ya more strong” throughout the song. Okay idea to run as its fuel. Close to the end of the third minute it sounded like Hammet was escalating the song’s tone to start his solo-blazing. And my, does he go fast. Enjoyable in pieces. My verdict:
Okay. 71/2 /10
4: The Day That Never Comes 7:56
Definitely one of my favourites. I love this song second best. I like the alternative metal style of Metallica more than their heavy-metal and thrash glory of former years, as I’m not a ‘real’ fan of old-Metallica. But this song has a style to it that is somewhat like Nothing Else Matters and Unforgiven as well as Fade to Black. The clean guitar along with the hard touches, Lars’ brilliant drumming and Hetfield gets a full chance to show off his vocals. The sudden change in tempo is somewhat unexpected, but it fits for the end has quite an innovation in soloing style with unusual scales and patterns of different keys, as well as some of the usual stuff Met churns out. Hammet knows how to make the guitar squeal. It would have gotten my 10 but I feel it’s a tad too long.
My verdict:
Very Good. 9/10
5: All Nightmare Long 7:58
My God. It looks like Lars and Hammet have planned to sacrifice their hands to play such tunes for a great Metallica hit. Awesome instrumentals. Vocals are a bit wacky for a metal song, and that’s welcome! It had a different tune to it thanks to Hetfield’s improvisation on new tunes to sing with. I feel this will be quite a challenge to play on Guitar Hero, truly a long nightmare one can expect in the final stages. Again, getting repetitive can kill a song with some boredom. It doesn’t have a leash on you like the old Metallica songs of Black Album keep, wanting your attention. Though it strays a little, it has a treasury of musical value and improvisation. Good for Met fans. My verdict:
Fairly good. 8/10
6: Cyanide 6:39
Wow. It had the best start to any song on this album. Very catchy tune. Infectious. What else can I say, you’ll be humming this song for some time after you hear it, especially the “Suicide! I’ve already died/ Cyanide! Living dead inside” part that I personally enjoy. It should be a Metallica staple from now on as it has the potential. Yet again, the unusual tempo changes startle you. If you are a purist, you may not enjoy it. But I find it quite a great feature of the song, and they have the guts to trust in such a roller-coaster pattern for an important song. It sounds like a live version being played out, with all the innovative techniques used. I feel it’s difficult to execute such tempo changes, and only Met can do it. Hats off.
Excellent: 10/10
7: Unforgiven III 7:46
I was scared of what this would turn out to be. It came as a pleasant surprise. The song is very, very original and gives you the déjà vu of the old Unforgivens, as it has a remote semblance in just a few parts. I liked the idea of incorporating the keyboards at the beginning. Trujillo’s bass has started to surface now very much, since track 5. Vocals are inspiring, making me want to sing that way. Very good, but not epic like the Unforgiven nor as catchy as Unforgiven II. If not being compared, this is easily the third best song I’d pick from the album as a listener but not as a ‘true’ Metallica fan as they’d prefer something more hardcore. My verdict:
Almost Excellent. 9 ½ /10
8: Judas Kiss 8:00
Fans of hardcore Metallica should enjoy this one. After a long time has such a power-packed and well made song being performed. The “sell your soul to me” part is my eternal favourite. Excellent standards for a classic Metallica song. Competes with Cyanide for the best song’s place. I feel this is going to be the Grammy winning song for this album. Watch the heroes at their best in this song. My verdict:
Excellent. 10/10
9: Suicide and Redemption 9:57
I suspected this would be their experimental song on the album. I felt it had a great tune to the riffs. Very solid in form from the start itself. Has a beautiful waltzy part in the fourth minute that I enjoyed very much. It was then that it dawned on me that the song is an entire instrumental. A great one for that matter. It is my wish to be able to perform this song for metal connoisseurs in front of a live crowd. It has extraordinarily great musical material. I feel they should remake this song and use the riffs for a vocal song, like a new song in itself. My verdict:
Almost Excellent. 9 ½ /10
10: My Apocalypse 5:01
The shortest song on the album, My Apocalypse is definitely the most vividly patterned song. It has a peculiar drum beat, genius work of Lars. The song is average, and I feel should have been somewhere in the start, with Judas Kiss being the finale. Not a great finale this one, but good stuff for fans to relish. The tempo bleeds as the song proceeds and dies out in a great bang. Good effect for a song. My verdict:
Fairly Good. 8/10
The entire album has been somewhat consistent, with much needed surprises and novelty. There have been spots where you lose focus on the music, but most of the songs catch your attention. And to believe that this is NOT the album after …And Justice for All is hard, for it has that classic edge to it. A very good attempt by Metallica to restore their former glory. How much they succeed depends on the choice of the listeners. I feel, the album is worth for all those who love Metallica and all those who’d like to experience a different kind of heavy metal album. That’s the key factor in the album: novelty. Listen and appreciate it for that factor.
OVERALL ALBUM FARES……
VERY GOOD!! 9/10
Had it been slightly more consistent and more attention catching, it would have been epic. Since it ain’t epic it is the thing closest to it right now. Enjoy the album.
My favourites:
That Was Just Your Life
The Day That Never Comes
Cyanide
Unforgiven III
The Judas Kiss
Suicide and Redemption
Try the album out. It’s worth listening to.
Rock On!! rocked my senses!!
Wow. After years have I seen a movie like this one. It is fabulous for a hindi movie, and the music is very much ahead of bollywood commercial crap. The last good movie i remember watching with the realism of this one is long forgotten....
The whole movie is good. It may drag a bit at the first half and get little dramatic in the end, but the movie is true to heart and a perfect buddy flick. It gave me a whole lot of hope to be a part of a band in the future, for I had almost lost every little bit of it just some months ago.
College is okay for now. We have given the guilty enough harassment for this week. I am absolutely dumbstruck with the Trignometry chapter but i find it fun to laugh till my stomach aches. It's been days since that happened to me. So i'm quite satisfied.
Test next week. 21 lessons!!! i never may have studied so many lessons even in my 10th standard. hopefully ill get decent marks.
next post whenever there is time. currently engaged in production of an alternative original music album and studies
The whole movie is good. It may drag a bit at the first half and get little dramatic in the end, but the movie is true to heart and a perfect buddy flick. It gave me a whole lot of hope to be a part of a band in the future, for I had almost lost every little bit of it just some months ago.
College is okay for now. We have given the guilty enough harassment for this week. I am absolutely dumbstruck with the Trignometry chapter but i find it fun to laugh till my stomach aches. It's been days since that happened to me. So i'm quite satisfied.
Test next week. 21 lessons!!! i never may have studied so many lessons even in my 10th standard. hopefully ill get decent marks.
next post whenever there is time. currently engaged in production of an alternative original music album and studies
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sad Story
hmmmmmmphhhhhh........................
Teacher's Day never sucked so bad in my life.
It was un-believable... you would have had more fun talking to the teacher in class than watch such a BORING program (that started like, an hour late?)
and what was more stupid was that we weren't allowed to visit our secondary teachers. We couldn't wish them or send our regards because of a stupid order given by a power-driven madwoman.
I have no respect for a principal who doesn't value the students. We are nothing but tools used by her to generate trophies, shields and certificates and most importantly, the SSC and HSC scores. The higher we get, the higher our school fees are gonna get.
Major let down. I have never felt so much negative emotion since a long time, the last one being when i made Lighted To Loot Community in response to the ban on 10th b(my class) for attending the send off function.
And as for a band performance, a better day will come. It is a dark night now. The night is darkest before dawn. I am waiting for the dawn to arise and embrace us now.................
Till then, practice and pray!
Teacher's Day never sucked so bad in my life.
It was un-believable... you would have had more fun talking to the teacher in class than watch such a BORING program (that started like, an hour late?)
and what was more stupid was that we weren't allowed to visit our secondary teachers. We couldn't wish them or send our regards because of a stupid order given by a power-driven madwoman.
I have no respect for a principal who doesn't value the students. We are nothing but tools used by her to generate trophies, shields and certificates and most importantly, the SSC and HSC scores. The higher we get, the higher our school fees are gonna get.
Major let down. I have never felt so much negative emotion since a long time, the last one being when i made Lighted To Loot Community in response to the ban on 10th b(my class) for attending the send off function.
And as for a band performance, a better day will come. It is a dark night now. The night is darkest before dawn. I am waiting for the dawn to arise and embrace us now.................
Till then, practice and pray!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Where is the God Of Rock?
I had this firm determination 4 years back when i heard my first ever progressive rock group song: I want to play guitar like those guys. A year later, I'm searching for people to form a band. Another year later, i get the right kind of people, only to find I'm alone at the last moment. The next year, everything has been in our favour, and guess what? Some other punks who've been playing all along for years steal our job. It is a cold fish whacked in your face when something like that happens again.
I'm talking about current year 2008-2009. 5th of September, the goddarned day I always plan to slave out for. This year, I believed no force of nature could stop me from performing. And i even had my gig registered in the performances. And when I'm all ready, gear-wise and mentally, I get a notice saying there is no time for a separate group performance. How bloody @$&$@$%^ is that!!!!!!!!!!!!
The entire school system is manipulative. Students like me get trapped in this manipulation. I bet you, I must've known atleast five people whose talents were wasted just because of this kind of manipulation. FIVE PEOPLE. I can't fall prey to the same fate.
I have no idea what I'm gonna do. Whatever it may be, I might get drastic........
i have to brush my teeth and have breakfast. Ciao.
I'm talking about current year 2008-2009. 5th of September, the goddarned day I always plan to slave out for. This year, I believed no force of nature could stop me from performing. And i even had my gig registered in the performances. And when I'm all ready, gear-wise and mentally, I get a notice saying there is no time for a separate group performance. How bloody @$&$@$%^ is that!!!!!!!!!!!!
The entire school system is manipulative. Students like me get trapped in this manipulation. I bet you, I must've known atleast five people whose talents were wasted just because of this kind of manipulation. FIVE PEOPLE. I can't fall prey to the same fate.
I have no idea what I'm gonna do. Whatever it may be, I might get drastic........
i have to brush my teeth and have breakfast. Ciao.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Excavation experience
Today I was clearing up old junk…really boring but it sure beats studying Chemistry…lol :D
Just happened to rediscover lots of old stuff I had kept from my 3rd standard. A few of them:
A mirinda bottle cap with 100$ printed on it…part of a competition where one had to collect 500$ to win a GameBoy
My diver G.I.Joe I got free with a tube of Pepsodent. One legged, rigid due to the other leg being FeviKwiked. I used to tie the only foot with a thread and push him off places, like bungee jumping
A mini computer-lookalike I made out of cardboard! Complete with mouse, keyboard, mousepad and 2 CDs of Road Rash and Age of Empires
A plastic marble I had excavated from my ground floor playing days. Dug up and found this one, multiple faced, football like black marble. Reminded me of the one in Jumanji at the centre of the board.
A badge I had made with Agent Sidharth written on it. It’s even got VIP Acess and other such authority wielding names…
An X-Men card game I had made myself when I was in 6th standard. Didn’t really take off into a full-fledged game
My favorite bubble kit…I love the frog shaped bubble blower
Lots of good memories!!!
I guess that’s childhood well spent. Those were the days, always doing something new without any actual plans like I keep nowadays.
It’s fun to actually do stuff like this. There is no Indian Standard of Nerdiness, thankfully, but I’m sure I’ll score pretty high on a U.S. Standard of Nerdiness. I guess inventing a boardgame, making prank toys and drawing crazy cartoons is all part of nerdiness as defined in their laws and sections.
I THEREFORE PROUDLY DECLARE TO BE A NERD!!!!(a happy one for that matter)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Lessons from Spongebob
Strange title? Even stranger post. (If anyone is reading this aaat aaalll. I doubt anyone does, or anyone would bother to tell me they do.) Spongebob is great. He is REALLY too great for me to describe.In case you haven't seen Spongebob yet, catch an episode on Colors and then read this. 3 cheers to Colors for starting the show there....Spongebob is a strange fellow. He looks like an adult but is really a child at heart. Quote Wiki:"SpongeBob is a porous yellow sponge with large blue eyes, many holes appearing all around his body, a mouth with prominent front buck teeth, dimples and freckles. He is also, at times, shown to have hair. He typically wears a white shirt with a red tie and brown square trousers (the entire outfit is sometimes referred to as his "pants") - hence his family name - and black leather shoes. When he works at the Krusty Krab, he wears a hat with an anchor on it as a uniform. He replaces the necktie with a chokie bow tie for special events. He sleeps in his pajamas (in the episode "Sleepy Time"), in pajamas or in underwear, with shoes, or barefoot in various episodes; in the movie he sleeps wearing socks and underwear."
What is so appealing about Spongebob? He's appealing to one and all, from 8 year olds to 80 year olds. The comic nature of the show attracts kids. I personally laugh to tears at the stupidity. And alongwith the slapstick comes a great deal of dialogue, character and the realness of his personality. There is a Spongebob in each one of us. The problem is, this Spongebob is dying out of us. When we watch the show, we will find it all too silly for adults' entretainment. But somewhere deep down, we love this character. If there was one best friend in my life I'd wish was, it would have to be Spongebob. The absolute contrast of Spongebob is his grouchy neighbour Squidward. He is a big-time pessimist, and he kinda symbolizes the adult human being. You know, "get off my lawn! stop yelling! stupid kids!" type. As we mature, we are ACTUALLY turning into this creature.Spongebob on the other hand, is happy, funny and frolicking. He reminds me of the timeless age when all I did was have fun and never take any tension at all.
Just imagine a world with no crazy stuff, no funny incidents, no wacky situations. That is a world without Spongebob. We have a lot to learn from Spongebob. We have to learn to bring the kid inside us back again. That, I feel, is the essence of life.
Moreover, Spongebob is a symbol of pop-culture, and he's got bands like Metallica playing to his credits. That's why i dig Spongebob. Check out his Goofy Goober Rock video on YouTube or watch the Spongebob Squarepants movie.
I LOVE SPONGEBOB AND HE WILL LIVE FOREVER!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
First day of college
First day of college was quite a let down.... very disppointed with the fact that they've installed CCTV cameras to actually watch us. And there's this boys' lounge some 3 floors below, so when we have to pee, jump down 3 floors and rush!!! Rumor has it they've installed a CCTV camera there with nightvision. hahahaha
School............
What do I expect from a school? Since I'm out of school, I know EXACTLY what a school needs. 1:good teaching staff
2:good athletic training staff
3:Some place where everyone gets a chance to show off...sometimes other people are just treated like a lower strata of society...imagine the plight of a 16 year old not in football, athletics, academics, music, art or even just something plain as elocution
As far as my school is concerned...no comments
School............
What do I expect from a school? Since I'm out of school, I know EXACTLY what a school needs. 1:good teaching staff
2:good athletic training staff
3:Some place where everyone gets a chance to show off...sometimes other people are just treated like a lower strata of society...imagine the plight of a 16 year old not in football, athletics, academics, music, art or even just something plain as elocution
As far as my school is concerned...no comments
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I'm kind of drowsy today...
Yes.....it's one of those rare days when a lazy butt like me can actually go and just work his ass off. I'm so bloody spent today....
It starts with a 6:30 departure in the morn for a TEST. The sad part is we've got minus markings for the test....hehe
I'm so hopeless i must have just scored 80 out of 300. I then had this strong feeling in the bus nagging me all the time. I think it was the dire need for school and my notoriously fun class. I MISS SCHOOL................boohoohoo:(
But its okay, college starts tomorrow. Now it will lead to the point when school seems nothing and college is the best time of our life. School........i have a school of thoughts on this topic.
What is the meaning of schooling?
School, as far as experience tells me, can be viewed in two ways. Either it’s the place designed for simulating a dog-eat-dog world, or it’s the greatest place to hangout with friends. People take it many ways, some believe it’s a dog-eat-dog world, some say it’s only good enough for hanging out with friends, while some see it as a combination of both, as I personally do. Dog-eat-dog in the sense everyone is jumping at you, telling you study this, study that, get so much marks, top the class. It’s just giving us an idea of the innumerous people who swim for the medal in a huge race of humans.
I was pretty anti- rat race initially after i heard how 70 students fight for a seat in IIT. Seriously, IIT is too much of a cliche. I can't handle such super-cliches. But then, man has been struggling since history tells us. First it was food, then it was forming a civilized life, then it has been territorial problems, and the list for which man has struggled goes on and on....
This entrance exams writing thingy is just the newest struggle where we practice Darwinism. Survival of the fittest. I'm getting a bit fitter for my own good, in the end. So I got to study...lolz what a hypocrite I am. I say I hate studies and eventually I'm ACTUALLY spending 6 hours now for a test(the day before only, mind you .I must have done just a few hours more for my SSC!!!!)
Next time: What schools lack, according to me, in modern India. I seriously feel these shortcomings as a student!!!!
It starts with a 6:30 departure in the morn for a TEST. The sad part is we've got minus markings for the test....hehe
I'm so hopeless i must have just scored 80 out of 300. I then had this strong feeling in the bus nagging me all the time. I think it was the dire need for school and my notoriously fun class. I MISS SCHOOL................boohoohoo:(
But its okay, college starts tomorrow. Now it will lead to the point when school seems nothing and college is the best time of our life. School........i have a school of thoughts on this topic.
What is the meaning of schooling?
School, as far as experience tells me, can be viewed in two ways. Either it’s the place designed for simulating a dog-eat-dog world, or it’s the greatest place to hangout with friends. People take it many ways, some believe it’s a dog-eat-dog world, some say it’s only good enough for hanging out with friends, while some see it as a combination of both, as I personally do. Dog-eat-dog in the sense everyone is jumping at you, telling you study this, study that, get so much marks, top the class. It’s just giving us an idea of the innumerous people who swim for the medal in a huge race of humans.
I was pretty anti- rat race initially after i heard how 70 students fight for a seat in IIT. Seriously, IIT is too much of a cliche. I can't handle such super-cliches. But then, man has been struggling since history tells us. First it was food, then it was forming a civilized life, then it has been territorial problems, and the list for which man has struggled goes on and on....
This entrance exams writing thingy is just the newest struggle where we practice Darwinism. Survival of the fittest. I'm getting a bit fitter for my own good, in the end. So I got to study...lolz what a hypocrite I am. I say I hate studies and eventually I'm ACTUALLY spending 6 hours now for a test(the day before only, mind you .I must have done just a few hours more for my SSC!!!!)
Next time: What schools lack, according to me, in modern India. I seriously feel these shortcomings as a student!!!!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
What is this Existentialism?
A term coined by myself (during long hours of thinking a name for a band), Existentialism is proving ourselves what we're here in this world for. A bit of philosophy, chatter, voicing opinion and pouring out one's thoughts, this is the cocktail that intellectual writers and other creative artists crave for. A place to voice our thoughts. This is where I lay my ideologies, my beliefs and my opinions. And I let all people interested to share their views too! This can be something like a debate, but I believe in what I say and most probably will stand my ground despite any opposition. So indulge in some thoughtful writing by myself, and voice your own opinion too.
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