The Enforcer that is the Hand of Zeus

Imagine that one day you awaken drenched in your own perspiration. The air is still. The wind has long died. The source of light begets only more problems to your scenario as it dazzles you with brightness as it boils your with heat. There lies no warmth in the bed you lay in, not that you need it to be any hotter. Oh that smell, that smell of dry air and dust in the air lingers. Have the Gods forgotten me? Have the Gods forsaken me? I didn't even feel that way when i had my left leg broken nor during my elbow injury. I am not the lightning thief, nor would I idiotically dare to commit such an act, but why has the Hand of Zeus not rescued me? No member in my mansion would have stopped something as precious from being delivered to me. And then it dawned on me. It was the full day “power cut day” today. Enna koduma sir idhu :’(

Abandoned by the brainchild of Tesla, I lay on the same bed, too lazy to get up. Mom has come to see me. I do not care if the previous government horded power, nor do I care for the ego of the present. I am but a lowly peasant, toiling in the realm of idleness and chronic boredom, with only dreams of living to uphold the name of my domain in the realm. It was but just 9 AM in the morning. As it turned 10 o’clock, my hopes against odds of it being an hour power cut had vanished. Then came the Call.

“Murdock, today, Wired, 11 o’clock, coming?”

God bless the Popcorn Gamers! Escape from Erebus for a guaranteed 4hours was more than a mortal could hope for. ****************************** (The gaming and strategy used in the 4hrs are not to be revealed. But I can gloat that it was TOTALLLLLLY WICKED FUN!!!! \m/). Anyway after a nice lunch (unlimited buffet) I head back to my household. Then strikes the horror.

The current was not back yet. My hopes of finishing Assassin’s Creed 2 by tonight were shattered. With college reopening the next day I sat on my bed, pondering. As confused I was of the path that lay ahead, I was clear in my head. But I was hearing things. Voices form a disembodied source. Angelic and soothing none the less. As it neared (due to my lack of response) it turned into my mom’s voice (not so angelic now is it) telling me to do what all I should have done in the entire holidays. Enslaved by the Hand of Zeus, or more like, by its absence, I set to work (I know. Me and cleaning-up work. Tell me about itL).

Minutes that seemed like hours passed by and I lost track. But then, when in shackles, one does not keep track of luxuries such as time, for it is lost and forever gone. This day I have learnt many things. Far too many to be shared but know this reader, to know that you are in the dark with nothing but 17%battery life left and still no signs of power returning back, it is best to keep things short and pretty much to yourself.

You may never know what might transpire, but know that nothing lasts forever.

Old School is so Coool

Hey don’t get me wrong here. I am not one of those guys who have fallen of the tree of evolution of thought and live in the 21^st century with retro ideas. I’m a vintage soul, a teenager of the new age, an ignorant dumb head, an individual bound n gagged by rules set for another age and the kind of rebel who thinks to do great things but leaves it at that. Is that what we have all come to be in the world? Has anyone here thought about wanting to be like someone when younger? Perhaps say, a role model or a reel model? Have we become what we wanted to be or least say, are we on the path to become what we dreamed of? Old school style of thought is priceless. Old school priority of what success in life meant was what was not only what was good for us but also what was right. Old school rocks.

But then again, who am I kidding. Who am I to tell all this? To someone elder to me, I’m some smart wannabe punk. To my peers, I might be weird for talking like a know it all. To someone younger, I am just talking utter unadultered rubbish. Everybody follow what they have been led to believe what life is about. Knock knock, reality check people. Grow up, sincerely some punk kid. Old school style of thought meant honor above all is a man’s most important virtue. It meant getting a kick ass new bike with the number TN-3253 \m/. But in today’s world where greed is God, honest men are most easy to manipulate. Anyone who stands against this tide of thought is but a foolish child. But the child is the father of man.

Majority of the people today live in the past. Wishing to make a mistake right. Wanting to have taken another path. Willing to waste their life grumbling about a wrong choice. The blame game is not going to lead them anywhere but to a lifetime of regret, sorrow and misery. Another part of the world’s community lives by trying to predict the future. Life is like dandruff, it is now and happening and even if you use the best of shampoo only 99.9% of it is perfectly under control giving you 99.9 ways out of hundred to make it come back.

Old school style, live by the past and not in it and definitely not for it, live for the future not in (i.e. do not count your eggs before they are hatched) it and impossible to live by it, live in the present for there is nothing else to do in the world but enjoy God’s present to mankind.

And then of course, there always is old school romance, as digitalized text on a plasma medium from a divine and friendly source said, is the best means of joy and happiness in the world. Well we all agree on that.

PS: To those few people in the world who still feel that life is but a means to an end, I dedicate this to you, for this is not advice nor “professional help” but just a hope to give you a spark to change your mind set to more “primitive” yet sensible approach to life.

PPS: No I will not put xoxo :P BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *evil laughter*

The Poor, The Poorer, and The Pathetic

Discrimination has occurred in variously many forms. From the color of our skin to the origin of our ancestors to the very latest on that list, money, people have been divided and ruled by tyrants and hypocrites. Though the worst of these tyrants is inevitably the human mind, the rate of decay of the human heart and soul also play a vital role in disgracing the very fabric that is humanity. Good is not always right and bad is not always wrong, but then what is greater good?

There has never been discrimination based on how thick ones purse is in the olden days. Well, not at least in the direct sense. And do not compare with movies, for they were made in recent times, even though titles suggest 10000BC, Troy, and Alexander. The rich have oppressed the poor and the poor have only become poorer. Is not talent and potential given a fair hand in this world? They try to grab it and they are called as uncivilized barbarians. They may be poor, but it is the rich who are pathetic.

A most recent of experiences told me two very strange new and upcoming horrifying levels of discrimination. One is of the literate and illiterate, in which a vast majority of the illiterate blames the literate for their sorry state of affairs. Just because I should wear a bag and travel to college in formals does not mean that I am to pay extra fare for an auto rickshaw. The fellow asks for an unbelievably high fare and argues that I study and buy a car and use petrol, thus am indirectly going to be responsible for future fuel price hikes! Preposterous! The educated had a higher sense of purpose in this world until came along vast tidings in corruption which ironically is the educated masses fault as we do not speak up. Do we need “Jai Baba” campaigns to save our country or are we enough? Of course we are but we can’t do anything about it. Who’s poorer now? Not Baba Ramdev for sure.

The second one was even more shocking. This trend has not affected my life to a greater extent. But teenagers or toddlers, adults or adolescents, none are spared. This is perhaps the worst sense of discrimination as it is more psychological than physical or congenital. The best way to put it is, “Well if you don’t have an Apple product then please change your name to iUseless”. Talk about pathetic.

People have lost the sense of monetary transactions in the modern age. The medium (unit) of monetary exchange was called as talents as it was your skill and talents that gave you a means to access of money. One can go to the extent of saying this sense was lost with the Roman Empire as ideologies split within the empire until it grew so weak that it was devoured by greed, corruption and betrayal to self conscience. To think of ideologies about money in Roman terms in today’s world, credit card companies should be dealt with in the fight club way. Well, but that’s just me.