Delhi Gang Rape and NICKI MINAJ.

So I heard about the Delhi Gang rape and the poor victim kind of late, due to my assessments before end of term followed by continuous day-dreaming of hiking Table Mountain (which unfortunately I didn't do due to time constrains.). And today morning I woke up with sentences and my powerful opinion, but lost mot of them while I was eating my breakfast.

I think the big commotion for her rape incident and death is not outstanding if compared with the other rape victims from the past. Yes, I am grieving the incident and her death, but just shining the light on her is just making the previous victims feel more secluded and left out. The other ones might not have been mentally stable to report the incident after it occurred. On average, a girl gets raped in Delhi alone every 18 hours (and ironically, most of the rapers know their victims; hardly any are strangers). This girl's rape incident made millions, if not billions, people realize the brutality of rape and how it should have a death penalty. After her incident, I think the best thing for her is to pass away. It is better to be put out of your misery than be put into it. If you compare it with the rape victims of the past, who might still have a life, but will be living it without a life. Get what I mean? I pity those people whose cries go unheard, or unnoticed; who cannot look into any guy's eyes the same way as before. So I don't think that alleviating one girl's incident is good and fair enough. I really don't get the reason behind this, yes it's an eye-opener, but putting her name alone isn't at all fair to the other ones.

If you look at it in a way, rape is almost synonymous to murder - killing the joyful and everlasting soul forever. It should be taken as murder in all the countries.

And if you are opposing my views, I humbly request you not to break into my room and destroy my stuff, I have 3 other rooms in this house. Kidding, but seriously, don't break into this place. I heard that some girl's father's clinic was broken into after her adverse post on Facebook condemning Bal Thackeray (to be honest, I've never heard of him before he died).

Anyway on a happier note (if there is any) I went to Nicki Minaj yesterday. The Nicki Minaj thing wasn't that bad. I mean, after getting a free ticket. I didn't sell it though; people would have paid a bomb. The concert was congested, cold and loud. If you had claustrophobia, you would be found sitting in the corner wailing like a lost baby. People were drinking, smoking and all that. It was like a teenage madhouse. People dancing like no one was watching. It was amazing and freaky altogether. This was my first concert. Nicki was great. She sang well, dressed up pretty decently and all the cuss words were censored cuz it was open for all ages, but that doesn't mean we should omit them from out loud and ear-screeching out-of-tune shrieks. People were drunk as hell; so drunk that they could get lost in their own house.

My school starts at 6th; have a whole week to waste. I am dying to go to Life of Pi.

The world Ending? BULLSHIT.

That hoax is a piece of crap, just like the feces of a cow. Sarcasm intended. I mean all those who believe the world will end are as stupid as a atheist who believes in Resurrection, or a Directioner who thinks those singers are straight.

I'm flying to South Africa that day. If you don't get that statement, just reminding you that the Cape of Good Hopes is there. If you don't get that either, that's the place where the water recedes first. So if everybody dies, I won't feel anything. Sad sad. yes

So a couple of days ago, I won two tickets to Nicki Minaj Concert, thanks to Virgin Radio. Yes, WON not bought. It was a funny story actually, and fortunately I won't take as long as old people narrating their old-time story in which they lived life without TV or Facebook or MP3. I bet they wanted a high tech world in their times, and now since we have it, they blame us and tell us we have no life.

Back to my win, I was listening to Virgin Radio to participate in a contest. It was 10 songs mashed up in a ten second clip and we, the audience must guess the ten songs along with the artist. I downloaded the clip and used Shazam (cheating, FTW!) and deciphered 7 songs. While doing that, some asshole found out the answers before me and told those people, on the radio. He won 40,000 Dhirams. In other words, around 600,000 rupees. Asshole. I got mad and frustrated and departed from my room. I came back and there was an another contest in which the RJ calls a random country and we hear the conversation for a while, and we have to guess which country. I heard many citizens yell random countries and the RJ give certain clues. One certain person said China and the RJ said that the answer was close to is. After there were several Russias and Korea. There was also a France (Americans). I sent in my answer, 'Mongolia'. A few minutes later, I got a call from the office and I was live on radio across the country. My answer was correct, and I won two tickets to Nicki Minaj. But the thing I'm amazed is that I was on radio. One of the things done of 'the things I want to do before I die' (My personal list). Beat that bitches. The tickets cost around 13 thousand rupees.

P.S 1- I am going to South Africa. I won't blog for a week or two.
P.S 2- I still don't know who I'm going to go with.
P.S 3- +Sriaparna Reddy Tu es emmerdant et je parle francais.

10 rules of Life. (I don't agree with all)

So my mom showed me this (which was in Tamil) and she was about to follow this rule. It was kind of unfair but it looked nice. it's a list of ten things you have to have in life. I don't know how to put it, but it was amazing... and still is. I tried my best to translate it.

1. First of all, believe in one thing like God, karma, etc,. without any doubt, because without it, you can have many questions, so be committed to something which you do not doubt.
2. Whenever your mom or your dad tell you something to do, it will be irritating. But at-least once do it without making a fuss and asking questions.
3. Any show which starts at 3, don't watch it. Firstly you'll have to cut classes, you'll get a headache, then you'll have to lie which requires a large memory power. So it's better to avoid.
4. Try to read 4 pages a day.
5. Try to earn atleast 5 rupees one day by yourself. Then think before you ask your parent a thousand rupees for jeans or shirt.
6. You are one of the 6% in India to be grateful for having extravagant benefits and a healthy life. For once, thing about the millions of people who are suffering from threatening ailments
7. You can party, have fun, enjoy buy on Sunday, refrain from going on dates and hanging out with your girl/boyfriends. Because that requires sacrificing time and might lead to unwanted lies. (I don't completely agree with this one.)
8. Run around the ground atleast 8 times a week. Sweat is good and it will give you a good night sleep.
9. Every night, come back home by 9 o'clock. Make it a hobby. (I don't agree with this either)
10. Drag a person, father, mother, sister or brother, make them sit and talk to them for 10 minutes. No matter how busy they are, spend atleast 10 minutes with them.

I know my English is deteriorating, but I guess even a person with hal a brain would have understood what I've said.

Dear Birthday, Happy Rajnikant

So day before yesterday was Rajni's birthday. I have an Indian girl in my class who doesn't know who he is. What a pity the world has become.

When I was in Chennai, I took up an oath to myself. Whenever I'm on the road and I spot a pauper, I would give them at least 5, or else 10 rupees. I have given so much that I could have lost about 200 rupees, or more. I'm a nice kid, not like a girl called Sriaparna Reddy. Psst, she is as meaner than the dark side of a woman with bipolar when she has PMS.

Anyway, yesterday night, I ran the Dubai Midnight Marathon which started at around 11:45. It was a 3.2 km marathon which circumnavigated the Burj Khalifa. I went with my friend and my mom. I ran with my friend though 'cause my mon runs quite slowly. Me and my friend got lucky cause many other people ended up turning the wrong way. I came 35th meanwhile my friend came 25th. He was in the Winners circle. The chief guest was Diego Maradona. Legendary player. He got to go up on the dais and claim a medal personally from Maradona. He won a coupon for a 1TB hard-disc. He went to claim from the counters. The guy in the counters forgot to collect the coupon. He sent me back to get an another one. We went back home with two hard-discs.

My life.

I feel jumpy all of a sudden. And no, this is not a long story I'm writing. Not this time. So I guess this time I talk about my new school and how it has been going so far.

Boohoo, I bet you wouldn't wouldn't wanna know about this school. This school has its own CLEAN swimming pool. It isn't that big, but an Olympic Finalist was born there. Yes, Velimer Stjepanovic, studied in the school before I joined and he was in the Finals of London 2012. How cool is that? Don't believe me (http://www.thenational.ae/sport/other-sport/dubai-college-teen-swimmer-plots-world-route-for-olympic-success). By the way, the school's name is Jumeirah College. Called a college, but is a school in reality. 

The teachers are epic, especially my class teacher. He is super cool, just like some of the other teachers. They are not discreet, at all (what more can you ask for?). We joke about One Direction a lot. Many girls get offended, like really offended, and that is our secret intention.

An another time, we were revising about reproduction and the teacher (not mine, my friend's) was bald and had a long beard, and British too. So he started of saying, "Men's hair grow faster when they think about sex." and he pointed at his long beard and went, "TAADAAA." Honestly, how much epic-er can a teacher get?

An another time, we were looking at some hilarious signs and posters, the teacher showed us a condom stapled to the wall. If you don't get the joke, ask your mom or dad.

My life is awesome, I get to go out, watch movies and come back at midnight. Have I told you my Diwali incident? If I have, you can skip this paragraph. Well, my friend called me to Karama (the Indian place of Dubai) at around 8 o'clock. Previously, my Mom and I had a quarrel and she was mad. So to comfort her, I stayed back for half an hour. I left at thirty-minutes-past-eight (that's how British people say it). I reached there at 9 and promised my mom I'd be back by 10. We went and started bursting crackers, dangerously. Threw bijili at each other. One of them went into my friend's shirt and burst. While we were bursting, the police suddenly came and we ran (bursting crackers is against the law). By then, it was 10 and I had to go. But those people actually took my phone and called my mom, and asked her to allow me to stay by. Yes, they did that. We walked and burst the crackers in a different location. While walking back, we saw some hookers. You must know guys, and I don't need to narrate what we did (no, we didn't talk to them). Then after a while, I went back home. Reached home at 12:30. After I left, the police came and one of my friends ran into the police. Such a nincompoop. 

Yes, that is what happened, it legend ... wait for it ... diwali. xD

So that's it for now. Going to South Africa for winter holidays. The end of the world is a way of YOLO 
people killing themselves. Even if it happens, I'm going to South Africa where the Cape of Good Hope lies.
I believe that on 21/12, Gangnam Style will hit a billion views. 

I killed a man.

I killed a man. I killed a man in the train. The sound of my gun silenced the coach. They should be thanking me for killing the dacoit who took all our money even though I was too late. The several pair of eyes oogled and stared in my direction as if I was caught robbing a bank red-handed. I thought it was the right thing to do. What would you do if a guy takes hard-earned money from a fifteen year old? I got out of the train, penniless. Aware that the station police will try to capture the killer, I had to escape. I knew what I had to do - Lose your trail, lose your tail. For the next couple of hours I boarded one train after the other. After repetitive boarding and disembarking, I finally caught sight of a board which said, "Welcome to Agra."

Several times, I've heard of a great white marble structure in Agra which is architecturally magnificent, but then again what will a guy from the slum know? I later learnt that it was called the Taj Mahal its significance is actually its beauty and the dedication of Shah Jahan. Since I didn't have enough money to buy myself a pair of laces for my shoe, I went to the nearest McDonald's shop and ate out of its trash. I slept in the sidewalks whenever I wanted for a week.

One day I was roaming around and a boy about ten years came up to me and pulled my shirt, pointing towards a distant building. I questioned him, but he just uttered gibberish. I felt like a cat being forced. I reluctantly agreed and went.

He entered the building and led me towards the dining hall. If you look from an exterior, you would just walk passed believing that it just just an ordinary building about ten years old. The interior denies this. It looks clean and floors are covered with carpet. Posh chandeliers hang from the ceiling; the light emanating from it made the room light yellow. A woman came up to me and asked me who I was. Before I could start, the boy, as fast as a lightning, said something which I didn't understand - gibberish. The lady understood and she advised me to stay in the Shankar's (the boy's) room for the time being. Shankar seemed over-joyous - like he had flown over the moon with a cow. He took me around this building, now was more like a palace.

We then entered what was a large dining hall. An elongated dining table stretching twenty metres was placed in the centre. At the other side of the room stood a lady facing the other side wearing exquisite jewellery. Her gown was so vibrant and beautiful that it would have attracted kings from their graves. She swiftly turned towards us; her hair was floating in the air, just like the movies when the heroine catches her first glimpse of the hero   I could see light reflect of her banana skin. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was smiling and laughing as she spun, albeit when she caught sight of us, her happiness rapidly transformed into rage and detest. She was more furious that Shankar came inside than a random stranger. Her face showed no hint of delight nor ecstasy. With her wrathful face, she exited the room with heavy steps.

I later learnt a lot about Shankar and that beautiful woman. Shankar couldn't speak properly - he had some mental illness which he developed after birth which disallowed him to speak fluently. Instead he speaks like he is suffocating from his own saliva, but I got used to it and can understand everything he says to an extent. I also learnt that the beautiful woman was called Meera and was filthy rich. She was the heir of a great King or something who looked after Agra, but after Independence was gained, her family lost all its power and went down in the fame ladder.

As I lived in Agra, I learnt a lot of interesting things. I memorized the history of the Taj Mahal and worked as an illegal tour guide. I used to eavesdrop on existing tour guides and gather and reminisce each and every fact. It didn't pay much, but it gave me enough money to move out of Shankar's room and move into one of Meera's community room (which she built for the poor. we had to pay a small monthly fee) which was next to next to his small house. Shankar also lives in one of the same, but in an isolated one which is free of rent.

Every night, I used to sneak into Shankar's room and frighten him. His skin will turn ice cold and hair would erect up. He used to tell me his day's story in a matter of seconds, and I would understand and our feelings would intertwine. It was miraculous; like an invisble cord had connected us carrying each other's feelings and sympathies. With him, I felt whole.

A new kind of visitor had entered Agra, spreading fast and killing many in it's way. Rabies killed many people who couldn't afford cure and vaccines. It killed a man who was living in this community house. His house was locked and closed. No one leased it.

More days had passed than the proper meals I had. Being an illegal tour guide had run its course. It soon became tedious and tiresome. I ran many errands from time to time. When the door guard was sleeping or flirting with woman,  I would sneak into the pub and take a few shots with my dear friend, loneliness.

I wanted my father and mother back. I want to know who they were, where they are and are they thinking of me now. No, they won't. Being cast away for adoption as a child, no one purchasing me. Finally it ends up in the doorstep of a priest's doorstep. But all that was from the past, an another life I lived.

One day, I was in my room and I heard a repetitive thump on my door. I quickly maneuvered towards the door and opened it. I could see Shankar standing as wobbly as a tree with tears falling from his eyes like waterfall. That instance, I examined him from head to toe and realized a big wound situated on his right leg. Swift as an eagle, I took out the First Aid kit to heal him. Again he thanked my in gibberish which when something like 'Thank you for your help, brother.'

I returned doing what I do best - telling stories to foreign travelers. This round, it were some foreign teenagers who had just finished school and just finished school. They were wearing mini-skirts exposing their cleanly shaved thighs. They were the source of attraction for many street vendors and police officers. If I could read people's thoughts from eye contact, I would have had many 'You lucky bastard' and 'Go get 'em, son's from the crowd. Apparently, they wanted to have some time alone together and each of them had daddy issues. From the looks of it, they wanted something thrill-seeking. If they had told me I would have taken them to Palikir Street where the most famous brothel in Agra is situated. It is not renowned for the women there which will make your night high. No, there is a free buffet which includes Chat. People say it gives 'orgasms in your mouth', which I find quite ironic.

Shankar was now put in a relationship with the bed. His wound had been an entrance for some deadly disease. Soon his enthusiasm deteriorated just as much as his strength. I called a doctor, Dr. Sriaparna Reddy, who examined him. Her street name was Ms. Know-It-All, cause she acts she is really cool, when she isn't. It was what I feared, rabies. She demanded an addition three hundred rupees for coming to such an unhygienic place like this. People like these must have their heads cut of, dipped in Chat and fed to lions. She gave me a prescription which contained a cure. I went to the clinic and gave the prescription gracefully. They pharmacist stared at me. He reluctantly went and brought back a huge box. The only thing which caught my eye and held on wasn't the title which said 'Rabeis Kure', but the thing below which said, 'Rupees 4,00,000 only'.

I went back home holding a sad and depressed face. I opened the door and saw him sketching something. When he noticed me, he scrambled all the papers together and slid them into his blue book and put it under his pillow. I think he revered me stupid cause he went back to lying down and groaning.

Soon his groaning became genuine. I shifted him into my room, which was bigger and better. I took how many ever days I wanted to take off, no one cared. I looked after Shankar like any parent would do, like any brother.

When Shankar was off sleeping, I crept my hand under the pillow and took out the blue book. Inside, there were drawing of one woman to stunning detail. I would have been more thrilled, if the drawing had not been Meera, the princess.

I walked upto her door and rang the bell several times. I knew that she was that poor boys mother. I told her about Shankar's illness and his desperate need for a cure. She wasn't bothered until I accused her of being the boy's mother. I could see fear and nostalgia bloom in her face. She turned her rage mode on and accused me of accusing her, if that makes sense. I told her that the cure could save a person's life. She denied to help and slammed the door on me. I felt like the pathway to hope had just been broken.

I lost all hopes. I couldn't afford the cure and the worst is yet to come. Hydrophobia, the worst way to die. Thrist yourself to death. When water becomes a foe. Days later, he attains hydrophobia. He doesn't drink anything liquid. Not even an apple.

I would look at him, a ten-year old fighting with all his might but still in vain. His constant contractions of muscles would bring tears to my eye. My friend, who had helped me from the horrors of Agra needed my help. And I can't deliver. I would sit in the corner of the room staring at the bed. I went to Meera's place in need for money for the last time. She would open the door slightly, catch sight of me and slam the door without saying a word. As I walked back, I would hear the loud clicks of locks locking.

Atleast I was cast out as a baby, oblivious to what my mother looked or sounded like. I pity Shankar though. He must have known his mother well, then gained the mental illness and caste out. What kind of mother will be ashamed of their baby? Atleast his mother is only half-hearless - no rent for him. But it doesn't matter now.

The following day at around 11 o'clock, Shankar got into a serious serious series of fits. He started moving and screaming. His breathing pace increased along with his sweat. He looked at me and grasped my hand tightly. For a second, I could see a lot of things in his eyes, ranging from fear to death. He looked at me and uttered his last words. I was astounded because he spoke in proper English. Then he looked out the window and smiled. His limping stopped. His eyes remained open seeing nothing but darkness. Time of death - 11:11.

I was running on the road, carrying a dead body. I walked up to the apartments; the guard was sleeping. I heard loud noises from inside - Meera must be having a party. I went inside by the back entrance and ended up in the kitchen. I worked my way through and went to the Dining Room, where guests were eating in their neat formals. I climbed the table and dropped the body. I could hear grasps and shrieks from men and women. Everybody's eyes were peered my way. Meera was on the other end of the table. I screamed, "His last words were 'Tell my mommy I love her'!". I jumped off the table and left the palace-looking apartment. I learnt that no one had desert that night.


/* This is from the book Q&A. I totally loved this part. It almost made me cry. I wanted to recreate it, I guess I didn't do as well as the book. 

Life of Pi

I haven't blogged recently. I am aware. There are a lot of things going around my big bad-ass'd world. But there is one thing I really want to do. Watch Life of Pi. I read the reviews and they are mind bursting. The book is kickass, I just hope they don't add nonsensical bogus which will make the movie rot as fast as a banana. The book almost made me cry. It might be an ordinary story of a guy who is stranded in the middle of the Pacific with a Bengal tiger, but it's more than that. It's about his conquest and challenges; facing crisis and conflict; the survival of of man; the journey of life. I really liked the part where he opens the tortoise's shell and eats it. I hope they show it in the movie too. Although the movie doesn't release here until the second fortnight of December.

Pi Patel. Yann Martel absolutely deserves the Man Booker Prize for that book. It is a landmark in the heart of Books. It was the first book which thought me it is possible to follow all religions and yet not be critically criticized. Pi is the same as Ram Mohammed Thomas from Q&A (now infamous for Slumdog Millionaire) - follows all religions. All-together, Life of Pi is an amazing book, a must read book. It changed my opinion on a lot of things. I would read it again and again if it weren't my mother who took it and kept it in HER shelf. But I am still enthusiastic in reading Beatrice and Virgil.