RIP: Simona the Kitty

I had been looking forward to post this one, but as most of my friends here are friends with me on Facebook or is in contact with one person or the other who is friends with me, I thought they knew. But the news about Simona’s death had to be told, at least for the people who don’t yet know about the same. It happened on a terrible night, when she jumped in front of a vehicle which was passing through the road in front of our gate. We have been missing her a lot, especially from a few days after the event; the absence was really felt!

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Here are a few of my favourite photos of her from the past which you might have seen in this blog; I have kept them separately…

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Simona shows her tongue in defiance of the latest food ban.

I declare this as my property. Nobody touches this :D

And also falling asleep in different ways.

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TeNy

Grand Impact of a Push

Vampire Bat: And we are here. The destination has been reached. Somehow, the teleportation device worked fine this time. Even my fangs are okay.

Vampire Owl: Yes, we are at the right place at the right time. But there are too many people here, don’t you think?

Vampire Bat: This seems like a grand programme. I hope that there is tea in the end. I wonder which is the leading cookie maker here.

Vampire Owl: Are you sure that we were expected to be here? Did you read the invitation completely?

Vampire Bat: Yes, our people also had to send the representatives! This is the biggest death in their undead world and we had to send our team too.

Vampire Owl: But we are the undead. Even the Great Undead Encyclopedia certifies that. We were invited for the last undead conference too.

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Vampire Bat: Technically yes, but we have a separate branch now. After the Lich Queen called herself the ultimate leader of the undead, we decided to let the zombies keep the title.

Vampire Owl: That was a good idea because I can’t imagine myself eating brains. That is really gross. But as of now, I am worried that as she is dead, she is going to be big trouble for Lady Death. Do you think that she is actually planning an invasion on us while pretending to be dead? There is a chance for that too, right?

Vampire Bat: Lets find out how she died then. We should ask this zombie – lets see! Name, Dead Potato, current position, Grave Guard.

Dead Potato: I am glad that you people are here. I have always liked you all. What do you want, great sir?

Vampire Bat: We want to know what actually happened here. We know that the Lich Queen is dead and that there is a funeral, but nothing more.

Dead Potato: I am the one responsible, sir. She asked me to push her, and I did. She fell down from the top of the clock tower. Then I realized that she was only testing me. But I am a zombie without brain and so there was no way I could have known. The impact was so bad that we had to call the goblins and lower orcs to search for the missing bones.

Vampire Owl: Holy Vampire Crocodile! Now, she will get into the underworld, raise an army and come back with the real dead rather than the zombie undead. This is not good at all. We need to warn our people right now! We should also send messages to the other realms.

Vampire Bat: I don’t think so. Lady Death, her evil twin sister and the dead minions make a fine force within the gates of hell. It won’t happen soon.

Dead Potato: I am really scared. I can sense the danger coming. I have always had a special skill for that.

Vampire Owl: We appreciate your concern, brother zombie. You needn’t be worried as of now, as your brother here just confirmed that it is safe for now.

Dead Potato: No, sir. I am more concerned about her returning here and pushing me. I don’t like being pushed – it is bad, isn’t it? With terrible impact?

Vampire Owl: Another true zombie here. I really thought that I was going to like this one for a change. But zombies remain zombies.

Vampire Bat: The Lich Queen is coming back from the dead again this time to end the world, and a zombie remains a zombie. Well, she was never interested in resurrecting the brain in any case.

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Vampire Owl: Now we know that we should never push a lich – that impact will one day bring the pressure back to us. You know that this one was actually special.

***The images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Page of the animated movie, Hotel Transylvania.

This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.

TeNy

Navigation: At Land of the Dead

At the land of the dead, the Vampire Bat, the Vampire Owl and Lady Death goes on a walk. There is a certain confusion about who is dead and who is not, considering the immortality clause to which the vampires are bound, and also concerning the limits of Lady Death’s domain, related to how far she can travel to collect the souls. As they navigated on the death-ship deeper into the lands, they come across the great sins.

Vampire Owl: Well, she is pretty; not simply pretty, but very attractive.

Lady Death: It is the first deadly sin. It has just taken the form of the lady which is now the default form, and is known by the title, Queen Lust. You shouldn’t fall for her.

Vampire Bat: But aren’t the sins supposed to be in hell, with the Devil?

Lady Death: Well, some places where I reside are also called hell, my dear vampires. Hell is a word, but reality has much more to it. I have myself converted many parts of the world into hell or much worse.

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Vampire Bat: I did guess that earlier.

Vampire Owl: I think that we should tell that guy on her side to stop eating. He is so fat.

Lady Death: Well, you can’t ask Mr. Gluttony to stop eating because without that, he really won’t live up-to his name. The person sleeping on the sofa on his right side is Mr. Sloth who is his best friend. You know that some humans only serve these two by eating and sleeping all the time. So, it helps to work together.

Vampire Owl: Lets go into that castle then. Is it really made of gold?

Lady Death: It is the home of Lord Avarice, known in your land as Greed. You don’t want to go in there. You will find all the gold there, but no food and no path that leads outside. In simple words, there will be no escape.

Vampire Owl: I was never really planning to go inside.

Vampire Bat: This journey is refreshing. All the sins are wandering around as if this is the world of true sin. You have a nice navigation device here.

Vampire Owl: Wait! Do I smell something burning?

Lady Death: Oh! That should be Mr. Wrath. He just hates everyone. I believe that he just got angry again and is burning a few more souls. He can’t help it.

Vampire Bat: Such violence that humans have in them and those inherited!

Vampire Owl: Oh my God! Is that person on the top of that tower of bodies trying jump from the top and commit suicide?

Lady Death: That should be Lady Vanity. She keeps boasting about something all the time. She just can’t stop telling everyone how awesome she is and how pathetic everyone else happens to be. Once, I listened to what she had to say, and I wanted to jump into the lake of the dead, but then I realized that as I am Lady Death, I can only float over that lake.

Vampire Owl: If any of your uncles are marrying again, I think that we should recommend this lady to them.

Vampire Bat: They will find her here when they are dead and buried.

Vampire Owl: By the way, do you see this lady who is stalking us from behind the walls of fire? She has been there for a very long time. What does she want?

Lady Death: Well, she is Miss Envy, known at the other side of the lake of the dead as True Poison. She keeps checking for all who navigates through the land of the dead. She wants to have everything that we possess. She is ranked number two in the Sin Quality Analysis after Lady Vanity. But I strongly believe that Miss Envy will gain the lead in the next century when humanity goes to the verge of extinction and there is not much to boast about for Lady Vanity. It is the time when Mr. Gluttony will cease to exist.

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Vampire Bat: Actually we can find all these people inside humans. When we go back, we should check and see how well these sins are working there.

Vampire Owl: Yes, there will be a minimum of one sin for each person in most cases. We have seen them all. I think that it is enough and we should stop the navigation.

Lady Death: Your will shall be done.

***The images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Page of the movie, Hotel Transylvania.

This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.

TeNy

The Great Point of Life

There are times when we think about the point of life. Even though we come up with many reasons during different situations, there is nothing much about it in the end. There are many parts of life which are supposed to be big turning points, and the great boosts, but none of them are in essence, what they seem to be. For some people, it is never really there to be found either, and some of us don’t try. All these feel more like the illusions brought to make sure that we continue through this meaningless existence. I still wonder if anything close to being the one true meaning can be found on this day or the other.

Birth, is it worth it? :: We come into this world without being given a choice. We are born at some random place where we grow up while entering our meaningless existence. This is the cursed moment when we become someone, and we are not even sure why. We are born to be judged, just like I had talked about in my review of the short-film AUFDRUCK, and I believe that we actually have no real right to life despite being alive. We are not in control our lives unless we are the fake new generation hero who keeps saying that his life is his decisions. The truth is that the life itself is a lie.

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Birth has meaning, but not in the case of humans; nature does have it.

Education, is it worth it? :: Throughout my life, I had thought that it mattered. I used to feel that being educated should be a priority in life. But in the end, what happens is that it is of no use. You won’t get a job; but if you had failed in the tenth, there are jobs for which you can apply and from there you can get promotion. But being a post graduate is bloody over-qualified. Well, they take those who can talk sweetly and lie about what they can do. You just need to lie, cheat and steal all the way up to the top, and studying is really not worth it – you might have guessed in from the politicians already. I would suggest Salt Mango Tree as the right word to describe the situation!

Hope, is it worth it? :: “There is no worse death than the end of hope” – I heard this one in the 2004 movie, King Arthur. But there are times when hope has no meaning at all. Sometimes, having hope is rather too difficult, and its own existence is doubted. Well, hoping against all hopes is hopeless, and I would rather take it out of the equation. Maybe there was a chance during the earlier days, but not during the days of modernity; not when people can lie and pretend so much better. If you are true, you won’t be considered good enough, and so, truth and hope are at opposite ends. Even this year, there are movies like Mili, Rani Padmini, Su Su Sudhi Vathmeekam, My God and Jo and the Boy which provides inspiration and hope, but what for?

This tree welcomes you to Ezhattumugham as the official messenger of nature :D

Hope no longer flows; it no longer has the wings, or even the feet.

Friendship, is it worth it? :: Yes, we have friends; there might be many of them. How long will they remain on your side? How many of the childhood friends do you know? How many of the school friends are there with you now? How often do you call the friends from college? Do any of these people ever call you back? They will move on, and they will find new friends. They will leave for big jobs far far away, and you will be stuck here having that bloody nostalgia about friendship. If they return, they will have changed, and things won’t be the same again. Nobody is going to go Amar Akbar Anthony!

Marriage, is it worth it? :: I see too many marriages with big wedding ceremonies, having cameramen who sneak through the wires like terrorists getting under the fences on the border. But these people who go through those meaningless pre-marital courses and series of advices from the elders finally go into that bond, but there is no real point there either. Is it going to make life any better? Well, it has never been good, and each and every day, there are so many people who make me wonder if they have any mutual respect and got an idea what they learned during that pre-marital course. The world is strange indeed.

Death, is it worth it? :: In the end, you think that may be death will have a meaning, but you keep wondering about it, and come to the conclusion that it isn’t either. The problem is that could be worse after death. Maybe it can’t get any worse than what can happen to you in life, but you can never be really sure about that. Then the question remains about what is really worth it – I hope at least the sleep is worth it; I at least can try to have some nice nightmares and weird dreams which can be converted into a post. I guess I will just brush my teeth and go to sleep then. In the end, my nightmares are immortal, and about that I am eternally grateful.

***The images used in this blog post were taken by me on my Sony Cybershot DSC-W310.

TeNy

Like Music to My Ears

He was riding the scooter continuously for the last few hours despite the fact that it was raining for most of the time. The road was terrible, but he decided not to stop because he felt that he would change the idea and might decide to go back. He didn’t want to return, no matter what happened, but he wasn’t sure that his mind would allow him to keep going if he had a second thought about it. He took a sudden left and then a right turn to reach a narrow road and continued through the route. The place was getting rather deserted, and finally he saw someone on the left.

“Where does this road end? Or does this reach some special place?” he stopped the scooter on the side and asked the man selling tea on the road side.

“It goes just a few kilometres ahead. After that, you can walk to the edge of the cliff there” said the tea seller.

“I haven’t heard much about this area. This is not really a tourist destination, right?” he asked.

“No, not really. It used to be visited by more people earlier though. Now, the roads are so bad, and a better tourist spot has been set up a few kilometres away on the other side. The local politician owns a resort and partially owns two restaurants there and so he promotes that place instead of this location. The families go there. Only some college kids come here, but none at this time of the day. The path is clearly not suitable for the scooters like the one you are riding now. People come here on big motor-bikes and bigger cars”.

A bridge on which you will drive your car. It is part of nature :D

“The business should be very dull then. You are like the last witch hunter; I mean the last tea seller” he added.

“Yes, but during the weekends and the other holidays, it gets better” the man said while looking at the empty glasses on the side.

“This should be the perfect place for me, the exact location which I have been looking for” he said.

“You have to be careful about walking near the edges. It can be slippery” the man warned.

“I will just go and have a look now” he said.

“Do you need a cup of tea? And maybe some snacks like parippu vada, uzhunnu vada or onion vada?” the man asked.

“Not now. Maybe when I return from there; if I do. I am not really sure if I will be back” he said while continuing his journey.

He could hear the tea seller shouting from behind, but he wouldn’t stop. He continued through the road. The pot-holes were many and it was more than what the scooter could handle. But he was sure that he was not going to use this scooter again, and so it didn’t really matter for him. The petrol was almost getting over when he reached the end of the road. He stopped the vehicle on the deserted area on the side of the road and started walking towards the end of the cliff.

Here is the vision which you should have very often to make life feel better.

He was waiting for that news which was to be music to his ears. He had waited for that for too long. He was so impatient that he himself asked if that particular thing was going to happen. But nothing really happened, and he was left waiting, and each moment was like eternity for him. It was only last night that he decided that enough is enough, and he had spent more than the time which was required. He decided to leave that behind and begin this journey.

He walked around the place for a few minutes and enjoyed the beauty of nature. There was greenery all around except for the small buildings which seemed far away. As he stood at the edge and looked down, his mobile phone started ringing. He decided not to take it, but it continued ringing for some time. After some hesitation, he attended the call and listened to that news which was music to his ears. Yes, what he wanted to hear had finally reached his ears then.

“But it is too late now. No more music to my ears, only the terrible noise of chaos” he told himself.

So, let the dark clouds leave and get to the destination I am talking about.

He had decided about what he had to do and there was no changing it now, as he closed his eyes and jumped off the top. The tea seller arrived on a bicycle a few minutes later to find an yellow scooter with the key and a bag left on it. He searched inside the bag to find a towel and a note which said – “No more music to my ears; but death is only the beginning”.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

***The images used in this blog post were taken by me on Sony Cybershot DSC-W310 and Samsung Galaxy A5

TeNy

Three Simple Words

Vampire Bat: Okay, the first person to start this round is the Vampire Owl from my left side.

Vampire Owl: Oh! You mean to say that I have to say three of my favourite words right now.

Vampire Bat: Yes, it is how this whole thing works. This is also a game which we can play once in every week.

Vampire Owl: But I have no idea where to start. I have never been good with this type of ideas. I don’t play such games either.

Vampire Hamster: Let me say then, sir. I am ready to come up with mine. You will surely like them. There are vampires, zombies and undead as the three…..

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Vampire Bat: No! Your turn will come. Don’t talk now. I hate it when vampire apprentices try to intervene early.

Vampire Crocodile: I told you that this game is turn-based. Like the games Age of Wonders: Shadow Magic and Disciples: Sacred Lands. You are just not playing enough computer games.

Vampire Owl: Do you know how difficult this is for me. I could use a clue.

Vampire Bat: Okay, I will provide you with one myself. You can add this as the first letter on your list. Tea.

Vampire Owl: What? Tea? Why would that be so?

Vampire Bat: Well, tea has been part of our lives for quite a long time. You should have read all my tales related to tea. We have always had some good time with tea, and it is the one true elixir of life. It has defined my childhood with its taste, and I have had more tea than ice cream even as a kid. Just don’t tell Uncle Dracula because he will only talk about blood, but this is the truth.

Vampire Owl: That was some nice description. Tea should keep its greatness as the one grand drink. Now, I will require two more words. Here is my first word and the second of the series. Death.

Vampire Bat: Death, yes related to Lady Death, isn’t it? The one who has refused to see you for so long? I didn’t think that you would like to choose this one; otherwise I would have given a better clue earlier.

Vampire Owl: No, not directly. Yes, the Lady Death influence cannot be denied because she is always present everywhere. Even when she is not known to be with me, she is there; she is with us all. She knows us all and she can easily predict where most of our actions are leading us. Death does have an existence also without its personification.

Vampire Bat: You mean, as the great leveler, the one who brings equality to a world where everyone considers the other as inferior. There are not many problems that death cannot solve. What lies under the tombs shall always be the same.

Vampire Owl: Yes, and the talk about tombs bring me to the third word – Graveyard which is an extension of death. That makes it three; tea, death and graveyard. This should finish my role in this game.

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Vampire Bat: Yes, graveyard has had a special place for us throughout the history. I don’t see why can’t it become a favourite word. It has always been the place where things became better and there, all sufferings end. There is no better location which has given quality resting time.

Vampire Owl: It has also played a big role in the battles which were fought there, most of them being won by our kind. It has the record of being a lucky place for us, and it is approved by my zombie minions.

Vampire Bat: The zombies will surely find it the best word ever. But it is still not as powerful as death with all its glory. Graveyard needs death; more and more of it. May be the angel of death will bring more.

Vampire Owl: In the end, it all comes to death, the end of the story of lives, and it is undoubtedly the best word ever.

Vampire Bat: But for a lot of us, life is death and vice versa. Most of us never really live and we all die in the end. There are not many things which can equal living a dead man’s life with its melancholy.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

***The two images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Page of Hotel Transylvania.

TeNy

Significance of Death

Vampire Bat: Good morning, my dear vampire apprentices; welcome to the second day of the second stage of this week’s vampire syllabus. I hope you loved the last class about Lies and Hate from the Vampire Owl because he has told me that he enjoyed discussing the topic with you. It will be me in charge of today’s classes. I will be taking four hours continuously and after that you can have the blood lunch. I know that you can take it because it is better than Uncle Dracula taking care of the whole day’s hours. The topic won’t be the typical vampire stuff though. This will be the external elective subject and we have chosen the Death Theories from Lady Death after the voting; the choice just seemed too easy. You will find newer ideas from this class, no matter how much you are interested in it.

Vampire Alligator: This is going to be an advertisement for Lady Death and her Death-care supplies. I feel that Vampire Owl is behind this. He was always obsessed with Lady Death and Vampire Bat with her evil twin sister.

Vampire Crocodile: Inspiration to follow death’s way. That should be interesting. We should take down extra notes.

Vampire Crow: But we are immortals. We can’t follow Lady Death just like that. Death has his limitations in exploring vampire immortality.

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Vampire Bat: We live as immortals. But the Death Theories from Lady Death give us the opportunity to check this from another perspective which has been absent from the usual vampire life. We have to think about how humans find death, and how our giving up of immortality reflects the same. A lot more concentration will be needed, but I am sure that all of us will go through this new perspective in the way it is supposed to go.

Vampire Raven: So, we simulate death right now, with possibilities of giving up the immortality coming up later.

Vampire Bat: Exactly. Lady Death has clearly stated this as part of her Death Theories. The first point in favour of death is that it doesn’t look for one’s religion, caste, race or economic status while taking lives, and with all dead in the same manner, souls are also taken care of according to the good and evil which they have committed in their lives. She has also added that there is a provision to divide between the two. She is the one who provides the best kind of poetic justice while humans are never fair.

Vampire Crow: But we don’t have such divisions. I guess this is for humans only. It is depressing that they don’t have this in their huge lists of syllabus. It is up-to us to do this then.

Vampire Bat: Yes, and we are to look through their eyes. If you read what the humans write these days, there is too much praise about their own religion. They can’t look through the eyes of others, but thankfully, we have that ability. They will continue to justify their actions saying that people from other religions have done that evil, or that they did that like that centuries ago just because they want to justify their actions now. But Lady Death has given instructions not to hate them, because they are either murderers or inspiring murders, thus providing her with more souls. It consistently saves her from the soul scarcity. Without souls, there will be no Lady Death.

Vampire Crocodile: But we are beyond such divisions. We need to activate our special ability to look from the perspective of these humans. Werewolves, zombies, goblins and orcs are less twisted, and it is easier to the see from their viewpoint. They don’t cause divide among themselves.

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Vampire Bat: Yes, we will meditate more in peace related to the same later. Coming to the second point, Lady Death has made it clear that there is the need to escape all these troubles and hatred of this world. Here, good things are not rewarded, and evil only reigns supreme. But she has promised that it will surely be better in her world, and that those with problems should go and embrace her. She says that there is no point in continuing in this world which will end by itself or with your death. So, the question is about why one shouldn’t people embrace it early enough?

Vampire Alligator: That is actually a fair point. Even the absent Vampire Hamster would like this.

Vampire Bat: There is also the promise of happiness and goodness which are absent in this world, especially that of humans. I am sure that it doesn’t exist in this one, but Lady Death has promised them all. Without the haters, abusers, fascists, extremists and the vain people I don’t see how it can’t be better in the other world. She will roast them in the pan and we will live happily ever after. Fair isn’t it?

Vampire Crocodile: I don’t see anything better!

***The images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Page of the movie, Hotel Transylvania.

TeNy

Secrets of Life and Death

He had always struggled in his life, and had absolutely no say in his life until he had gone past his teenage and even after that, there was trouble. The whole thing was always a struggle because the relatives always made sure that they knew what he wanted to study and where he wanted to go to school or college, and they made sure that he never got them. The relatives always tried to bring him and his ideas down. The result was that he never really got anywhere, and the relatives wanted to make fun of him and at the same time praise their own children.

There was going to be a marriage function on the very next day. Another one his cousins was going to get married, and he knew that he was going to be ridiculed there because of one of the cousins marrying a rich girl and having a lot of property while another person had got a new job with high salary. He decided to write something about it for some peace. He took his old diary and checked if there was something there which he could add. There, he noticed a letter lying between the books.

Darkness spreads. But how fast can that happen?

Darkness spreads. But how fast can that happen in the life of a common person?

It was about a book. It told him to look for a book which was to answer his question about what life was. He had thought that there was nothing much about it other than to dance to the tunes of some people. He checked under the huge collection of books to find a huge book which seemed to be very old. He noticed what was written on the cover page – “The Secret of Life and Death”. He found that each page of the book was of a different colour and he decided to start reading.

The first page said “Do you think that those who show that they are really happy got any kind of joy in their life? They just pretend. They show off to make you look depressed. With your hopeless behaviour, you are making them happy, and that is their only way of happiness. They actually do this to many people and you are just one of them. They tell you that their huge collection of money is the secret of all kinds of happiness, but it is not. If you keep looking at their faces, you will understand that they can’t always pretend”.

He turned the page to read further “They think that they can hold on to money forever, and can make a fool out of you. But they can’t. There is a certain truth about all rich men, women and empires, and as proven by history, they do fall. This will happen now, later or a long time from now, but it is sure to happen. In the cases of these people, they are not even loved by others. All the appreciation that they get is from the people who are just like them, and they will abandon each other whenever the right time comes. It is the way of their life, and it is how they thrive”.

He moved on to the next page “With the desire to be with their sons and daughters which never happens, these people just pretend to be the great parents of the successful off-spring, but it is just an act of vanity which is powered by their need to show the world that they are not failures. History had such parents who made their own empires fall into nothingness, and the world is only going to know a lot more of them. The darkness is in their blood and it will only get stronger. It won’t matter how you respond, because they have a lot of such dark matter in store”.

Is there a sign of relief among the dark clouds?

Is there a sign of relief among the dark clouds, or is it just vain hope?

The next page turned out to be the last page with clear letters “Therefore my dear, do not fall into the fake paths to victory. There is no need to fall into the abyss of those judgments. There is no mystery here, but you. Only you can find it. Do not listen to others because the only place where you need to look is right inside you. Never let the people around you weaken your cause, as they have absolutely no role in your life just like they have nothing to do with the lives of their own children. We have always known that this day will come for one generation or the other, and make sure that you use this advice well”. He closed the book and decided to make a point.

I am participating in this creative activity organised by makers of The Path of Zarathustra in association with BlogAdda.

***The images used in this blog post were taken on my Asus Zenfone 5.

TeNy

The Haunting Visions

“I can’t get the image out of my head” she said.

“But it has been a long time” he told her.

“It just doesn’t go. I doubt if it ever will” she murmered.

“The images keep coming back because you never wanted to feel better. You don’t want to heal. I can’t understand why it is so” he wondered.

“You haven’t seen what I have seen. You don’t even know for sure what I saw” she added.

“What was it then? Enlighten me, will you?” he asked.

“It was the accident. It had that truck losing control and going into a coffee shop on the side of the road” she said.

“Yes, I know about, and everyone else does too. All the people there have seen that, but none of them are sitting like this, terrified and not sure what to do next for such a long time. They have moved on, but you haven’t. I wonder why”.

“No, it is not just about the truck going into that coffee shop. It is about a lot more” she said.

“I don’t understand. Isn’t it about that truck going into that coffee shop and killing five people?” he wondered.

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“Yes, for everyone, it was. But, not for me. I have seen what happened before that, but talking about it to a few people had me branded crazy”.

“You talked about this to others, but not to me? You should let me know. What did you see out there that has made you lose hope in others?” he asked.

“Five of us friends were returning to the city after the special centenary programs at our college. We were behind that Ashok Leyland truck in our black Chevrolet Beat. We had been looking to overtake it, but as the road was not wide enough and the traffic was very high, we couldn’t, and my friend had stopped trying”.

“You mean the truck that went right into that coffee shop?” he asked.

“Yes, the truck which had a huge load of mahagony wood. It was right in front of us. I was sitting on the left side of the driver, and I saw it. I told them, but they never saw anything” she said in one breath.

“What did you see?”

“The person in black sitting on the top of the wood pieces”.

“There was a person there too? But there were only two in that truck. The driver and the cleaner” he said.

“I am not talking about a regular person here. The man here was so different. He was wearing a black cape and a hood. It was all dark inside that cape, and that was surprising because the day was hot and the sun was shining bright. He had a dog sitting beside him. My information on dogs is very less, but I am sure that I hadn’t seen something like that before. Its teeth spread out of its mouth like one of those pre-historic creatures made of bone usually seen in a museum, and its ears and tail stood high like horns, and its eyes were bright red. It had patches of red all over its body and they shined. When I looked at it, the nails came out of its legs like from Wolverine’s hands” she looked around as she completed the description.

“I am not really sure what you are talking about” he said.

“I knew you would say that. Well, just before the truck turned right into the shop, he just stood up, removed that hood and showed his skeleton face to me. His jaws widened as he seemed to smile, and then he put his fingers on his lips telling me not to talk as the dog also stood straight up with his patches of red burning as if they had caught fire. The truck quickly made a right turn and went right through into that shop. The pieces of wood were all on the road blocking our way, and the truck was completely inside that shop” she finished and sat on the chair.

@Calicut

“It is a creepy story, but I wish that you hadn’t told me that. You need to get rid of these hallucinations. Otherwise, it won’t help your future” he said while leaving.

“I don’t understand why you are also talking like this. Those visions still haunt me and that image never gets out of my head. I try to sleep at night and there is that person standing with his dog and telling me not to talk. Please understand. You don’t want to believe? All right! Tell everyone that I am crazy” she yelled at him, but he had already reached the car.

As he started the car, she noticed a hooded face waving at her from its back seat, and once again the person revealed his skeleton face to her and placed the finger on his lips. She screamed for her friend to come back, but he wouldn’t stop the car. He knew that she would tell her another story which wouldn’t make sense to his rational mind. Meanwhile, a petroleum tanker has a brake failure at the very next turn as his mobile rings in the car.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

***The images used in this blog post were taken by me on my Sony Cybershot Camera.

TeNy

300th Post Nihilism

This is my 300th post. The Tea Cerebration(s) has completed 300 posts in 394 days, after its beginning in July 2014. My last 200 posts were done in 194 days. I have done the last 100 posts in 95 days and the last 50 in 46. I did post a minimum of one post on every day. By doing these, I have once again proved that I have no other job. May be I should have another job, but unfortunately, I have none. In the next two hundred days, I will reach the 500 posts marks, if life keeps going this way. Well, there is not really any point about life.

I keep wondering where do I reach with my blogs. Sometimes I think why I should write here. It keeps going on and on, and nothing really happens that would bring a clear change to my life. Each and every day, I write about something or the other, and then I post it, and then nothing else happens. I just go to sleep, and then I wake up and I write. It seems to me more like a loop which goes on eternally. Well, people do many things which seem to be constructive and good for their future. I wonder where does blogging stand.

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Doing good with blogging has very less effect on my daily life. I remain the random jobless, useless person as I have always been. The India Today Conclave Win came up as a small relief, but the situation still remains the same. Sometimes, I feel that the particular post came from a part of my brain which I know very less about. The fifth month has arrived after that positive thing, and I am sure that most people have forgotten about that. My life remains empty and I believe that worst things are waiting to happen without giving any slight chance of an escape.

Sometimes, I think whether it does anything which counts at all? 300 posts here and 200 posts at Movies of Soul later, with the extra on other two blogs making more than a 100, thus making it above 600 posts in total, I still remain the person I used to be when someone looks at me. Is it doing good or bad for me? I wonder how it will define my future. Can something really positive come out of this or will this go as how I wasted my life? Will it even make sense to most of the people, the majority of the world?

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I have never thought that I would ever reach the number three hundred in my life time. I was completely out of ideas when I started my blogs. Now I do have more ideas, but not sure if it is really a positive thing. I have been just writing and writing without caring about anything else. But I have still reached nowhere even after trying regularly. I am still stuck at the abyss from which only depths call, and not a soul to return to the surface.

I wonder if many of you have read my previous post, Time Machine’s Child, which has been a reflection of my world. It has been recently selected as a WOW post at BlogAdda, and I have been wondering about the same situation. Is the search for a better timeline, or a deviation into a better reality just an illusion? Is there light at the end of the tunnel or is it just a fake belief just to make us explore more of a tunnel which is infinite, and ends for each person only with death?

Will the search for a better alternative end up in the worst situation? Or is that alternative waiting for us after death? Isn’t it easier to have trust in after-life than the present one? There is no justice in this world, and shouldn’t that make the idea of after-life more exciting than the present one? May be if death is the entrance to that better life as religions talk about it, embracing it before being a bigger sinner to ruin it is the better option, right? And if there is no after-life at all, still isn’t it better to finish it off now than later?

***The images used in blog post were taken on my Sony Cybershot Camera.

TeNy

Quote Challenge Extra: Orwell

“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.”
― Animal Farm (George Orwell)

Even though I loved the vampire fiction, my initial feeling was fear for them. But things had to change. But I then realized that they were better, as never do they discriminate in their lives. It is more of a result of the later knowledge that I will never be considered equal to others, and I can never demand that status from people around me. I was always the person who scored more for the wrong subjects, and I was never as good as others in acting the love and care. Acting was not my department, because it never really came to me naturally.

I was never to have the same status again, because I never studied any science after I got rid of the shadow of the forced courses over me. I would never be considered as good enough because I didn’t study science. With so many engineers and doctors around, how can I be of any good in this society? Then I thought that may be getting a job will be my key to getting closer to equality. It could make some relatives consider me to be of any good. For them, Bachelor of Arts go far below everything, with commerce also coming a long way above it.

My favourite demon; I wish that this one comes and scares me instead.

My favourite demon; even he doesn’t discriminate in taking souls.

Then I thought that I will apply for Phd after MA. I saw the reservations list and realized that the only way I can study in any university from the General category is by death and later becoming a ghost. I am not denying that people do get admissions from every category, but people deserve more chances as humans and not due to belonging to a caste. Even the questions are like helping people who want to learn things byheart. I want to earn knowledge and not study things byheart. I want to know and not to memorize.

Death was pretty much a fine solution, but I did wonder if souls are allowed in such classes because they won’t be considered equal too. I have met so many people who have got admission for Phd and still struggles to write one full essay. Such people get admission to Phd and despite scoring a long way above and despite being the one to help all these people with grammar and spelling, I will get nowhere near. You get prepared for a Phd and for that you need to take a memory test through which people who can’t write an essay gets in.

A sample demon who used to be pretty much awesome.

Souls are taken without any reservation; all are devoured in the right order.

May be I should burn my books. There is no point in all these. When you go to write to English NET exams, you see an objective question paper which make sure that people who don’t know English grammar become the “qualified”. The rich Reserved gets in and the poor General category tries again and again. Things in life gets repeated, and I was again told that I am not equal. All Indians are my brothers and sisters, but I am not close to being equal to a good number of them. Well, it could be because I am useless and I should apply for equality after death.

“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”. Seriously? Paulo Coelho, you should be from another world. The only thing that the universe has already decided is to mess up people’s lives. May be it is how things work at Brazil, but calling a nation a universe is rather extreme a step, isn’t it? The universe here already got the reservations ready and will provide even more for vote banks. Yes, we have the equality in death, and is it the end that we should conspire to achieve?

PSC does the same thing, and it is like a struggle till death. This is that kind of a world where if you want to study, you are not allowed. Everything is bloody reserved. I am still glad that Section 309 of the Indian Penal Code is repealed. There is always the last chance. There is provision for suicide, and even a mental institution is a lot better than being in a world in which there is no equality. Why would someone read and study so much for absolutely no result when ending everything is so easy? How can someone blame the British before the independence while treating one’s own people without equality? Why should there be legal discrimination based on one’s religion, community or caste?

***All images used in this blog post are from the official Facebook page of Diablo game.

This is a special extension of the three day quote challenge for which I was nominated by Kiran, at https://drkiranacharya.wordpress.com/2015/06/19/day-three-quote-challenge.

TeNy

The One True Finish Line

There is only one true finish line in this world, and there is only one which deserves to called by that name – it is death. It is called by different names around the world, but the function remains the same in every case. The rest of the finish lines are all created or imagined ones, and their existence can be questioned by people. But it is not the case of death, because it is the line which marks the finish for many people, and still stays there to do the same for more, with no need for re-marking or any kind of adjustments.

You need to have no video cameras or documents to certify the same, as people know this line, and it has been part of their belief system. It is the oldest finish line in the world, and deserves a museum dedicated in the honour in every continent. There is the immortality factor which we can relate to, as our mortality is directly related to immortality of death as there is the belief about something everlasting on the other side of this line.

You see this on the way and you know that this is going to be good!

You travel through all kinds of troubles to reach that finish line.

As it is said in the Holy Bible, “I have finished my course, I have kept the faith” – death is that finish line which everyone needs to reach. The best thing about it is that everyone knows that you have finished. When you have finished life, it is really an achievement. People pay tribute to this achievement with the funeral function. Your body gets the reward in the name of a coffin or the fire which you have left behind for the people.

Death also provides the trophies for everyone after the run has finished, and there is also some unofficial information that there is tea and cookies too. Some might be roasted in hell and a few others in puragator, but that comes as part of the side-effects. The trophies can’t all be good, right? There has to be the rewards for the bad performances too. The crowd consisting of the angels and the demons are going to be excited about the available reward options.

While on the way, you stop here, and just have a look; can't resist!

Nothing stops us from reaching that finish line – no force on green Earth.

The results are to be announced with equality, and there are absolutely no reservations there. There will be the fair judgment for announcing the results. The absence of the separation based on wealth, religion, status, community, caste, race and language is rather so interesting that more people will be willing to cross that line soon. At some parts of the world, there are longer queues than those very long queues which we see in front of the beverages stores.

There will be no cheating to the finish line, because death knows whose time is up and when. Even those who try to send someone there or go there early should know that the final decision is taken by death himself, who serves as the umpire and the referee in this case. His multiple roles include that of the third as well as the fourth umpire as there are replays in the case of some finish line touches. After all, death has to be fair to all, and it is a tough task.

You don’t need to know where to stop because the line decides for you here. It is like a boundary which separates two nations, of this world and the other. There are no judgments on the other side, as whatever those terrible judges in the form of relatives say stop right on the line. There is no more stopping you from chasing your dreams, because after that line, you are free. This finish line is the end which is the beginning to the other, even though no man ever exactly knew what awaited on the other side from experience.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

***The images used in this blog post were taken by me on my Sony Cybershot Camera.

TeNy

What Lady Death is Cooking

Vampire Alligator: I am actually very surprised that we haven’t found the Vampire Owl for quite some time. He was there for the Mad Max: Fury Road review with you, but haven’t seen him after that. I was wondering about his absence and so were the rest of the members of the Vampire Team. Vampire Crocodile even came to the conclusion that he was dead. Did he contact you or Uncle Dracula?

Vampire Bat: Yes, it is a long story, rather too long to write down as one blog post.

Vampire Alligator: Okay, just remove those parts where you talk about those philosophical things and come up with the rest. It will be so short then, and you can even add a few other things to exaggerate the tale.

Vampire Bat: There is this one-sided love story between the Vampire Owl and Lady Death.

Vampire Alligator: One side? Like Lady Death loved him and he didn’t want to die?

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Vampire Bat: No, its the other way around. He was looking for Lady Death. He was even digging the graveyard to find a shortcut to reach her.

Vampire Alligator: Oh, yes. I even heard that rumour that you were searching for Lady Death’s evil twin sister.

Vampire Bat: That is rather different. She is educated outside the realms of death, and won’t inherit the realm. Even in the absence of a husband or an heir, it will only pass on to her prodigal brother who has recently returned from the world tour. It means that she will be free.

Vampire Alligator: Still you don’t know her name yet. Oh forget that! Tell more about the missing Vampire Owl instead.

Vampire Bat: You can call a rose by any name, my dear apprentice. So better you forget that part. About the Vampire Owl, my secret sources say that he finally met Lady Death at the bottom of the Bottomless Sea.

Vampire Alligator: How can he go to the bottom of a sea which has no bottom?

Vampire Bat: That is just the name. You know that we vampires always hated sea. Every sea actually has a bottom except when there is a portal open there, but we will know about that if such an incident occurs.

Vampire Alligator: So, he met her and is ruling the Realm of Death with Lady Death?

Vampire Bat: No, according to the Dark Elf News Channel, he fainted when he got the smell of death from Lady Death, and is now at the Great Elf Mountains Healthcare Centre – they say that he is not ready to leave even after they have discharged him and offered free treatment for one full vampire year.

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Vampire Alligator: Is the odour problem that bad? I thought that the vampire situation was rather better.

Vampire Bat: Yes, people have all kinds of perfumes and scents these days, and so everyone is expecting the other person to smell better. It is more like a necessity these days. This is why there is no more official vampire smell.

Vampire Alligator: So Uncle Dracula doesn’t smell like a vampire?

Vampire Bat: Absolutely not. These days, everyone wants to smell better, and they use the best of perfumes even if they are just going to sleep after taking a shower. It just comes naturally to them as part of their daily routine. Everyone takes care of the smell. Even the first impressions are made from the sense of smell. It doesn’t matter how good you are if you smell unpleasant, as the society these days tend to go towards better smelling people.

Vampire Alligator: What about those people who smell terrible from the soul?

Vampire Bat: Yes, such people are there too. They smell terrible inside and pretend to be fair – along with all these getting better, there is no solution to those people who are terrible at heart. But we can work with what we can manage, and smell is something that we can make better.

Vampire Alligator: Evil always finds one way or the other. Let’s at least hope to make the smell feel better.

Vampire Bat: That is the point. Let’s hope that at least the smell gets better if not the minds of men.

Vampire Alligator: Let’s take this further when the Vampire Owl returns to us whenever he decides to.

Vampire Bat: Yes, people need to know!

Vampire Alligator: I am actually going to put this on Facebook and Twitter!

*Just a short story explaining the disappearance of the Vampire Owl even though I was not short-listed for a particular activity 😀

***The images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Page of Hotel Transylvania.

TeNy

An Owlish Love Failure

A month after appointing the first ever vampire psychiatrist part-time in the castle, Uncle Dracula decided to provide him with only the second appointment of his vampire career, to treat the Vampire Owl and get him out of his depression with the support of Vampire Bat. After all, the situation in the other world was rather threatening and he needed all the help that he could manage to get.

Vampire Owl: I am feeling a certain amount of panic. Is this the panic room? Then why is it that Jodie Foster never came? Is it because she is not acting much now? She was there in Elysium, right?

Uncle Dracula [while leaving]: See, this is why we need immediate treatment. If you need anything, ask the Vampire Bat. I will be outside letting others know that he has lost his mind, and getting more of the team here for support.

Psychiatrist: Okay, you can start now, Mr. Vampire Owl.

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Vampire Owl: I waited for an eternity, but she never came. Her neighbour and best friend told me otherwise, but she never really came.

Psychiatrist: Okay, I completely understand the feeling. So, you just had a love failure. I have treated many such cases.

Vampire Owl: No, there is more than that. It is a long story. I am writing a book “An Owlish Love Failure: The Autobiography of a Missing Vampire Owl“. Can I talk about it in detail?

Psychiatrist: Yes, but please try to make it as short as possible. It is a topic of interest, but I have things to do.

Vampire Owl: It was the best time of my life, and I was only getting more and more awesome. Do you know how much I have tried? Do you even realize how far I have gone? I jumped into the five oceans, put my head into a werewolf’s lair, stole a plate of brain biriyani from a zombie, leaped in front of speeding centaurs, kicked a high elf on his head, took some necromanium from the necrons, tried to murder the immortals, called a witch a lich, mocked a satyr when he was training…

Psychiatrist: So, you were trying to find your lost love by going through such acts of high valour. You must be an extremely brave man.

Vampire Bat: Don’t you still get it? He was trying to commit suicide. He is talking about Lady Death, the personification of mortality’s dead end.

Psychiatrist: What? I am someone who can play with vampire minds. I know everything. Why do you think that you can advice me?

Vampire Bat: Because I am waiting in the queue. After you finish with him, you have to treat me.

Psychiatrist: Why? What is your problem? Are you all completely crazy?

Vampire Bat: I am in love with death’s evil twin sister. I am also waiting for love. So may be, you should treat me too.

Psychiatrist: I think that there is the need for shock treatment. I will just call the guards and deal with this in an easier way.

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Vampire Bat: In that case, I would like to remind you of something. There is a fact which you need to know about. Our stories are incomplete. It will only be complete with the return of Lady Death and her evil twin sister. But there is something about yours. It will be complete soon enough. Do you want to hear a funny fact? The guards are not here at this time; their chapters are also closed for now.

Psychiatrist: What do you mean? This is rather strange.

Vampire Owl: It is us who will close your story. Do you remember what you did to the last vampire who came to you for treatment? Can you recollect how many normal people you have declared mentally unstable? You do have a short memory, and we are here to remind you. We shall give you the reminder that you are fake.

Psychiatrist: No, wait! I declare you all mentally unstable! I play with human minds, and I am going to venture into the subconscious, unconscious…

Vampire Owl: Stay unconscious, as the story continues. This part of the program is sponsored by the vampire team.

[Power failure]

Voices: This is why we bite people! All hail the team!

Uncle Dracula: Make sure that you don’t finish his story; keep it incomplete. There might be some scope for the future.

***The images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Page of the movie, Hotel Transylvania.

TeNy

In the Waiting Room

The Vampire Bat and The Vampire Owl waited at the Old Castle Tower which faced the Bloody Waters Bay. They watched as a number of smaller ships joined the Great Vampire Armada from distant lands, and riders on dark horses arrived from the other side which formed a long path. It was transformed into the unofficial vampire waiting room. They waited and waited, and they did nothing else.

Vampire Owl: I have waited for so long. There might be no hope. Vampire Crocodile would have decided to quit very long ago.

Vampire Bat: May be we can wait a little longer. This old castle tower is abandoned anyway and we have no other job.

Vampire Owl: But she was supposed to come much earlier. This has been like an eternity.

Vampire Bat: She has to come all the way from those distant lands. We have to wait as much as we can.

Vampire Owl: I see horses approaching with black banners. Is it her?

Vampire Bat: I think that it is a funeral procession. It should be for the vampire who took a bullet or two in the name of love for that high elf girl, but forgot that it was made of silver and dipped in garlic.

Vampire Owl: There are strange things that people do for the ladies when in love, I see. Yet, we are actually doing nothing by sitting here.

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Vampire Owl: There is nothing to be done in this world.

Vampire Bat: Which is why we are waiting here to change our lives forever.

Uncle Dracula: There is no use in waiting. She is not going to come; not today and not tomorrow or day after tomorrow.

Vampire Owl: He is so pessimistic. Why is he talking like that and sending us to the void of perpetual depression?

Uncle Dracula: How is hoping for Lady Death to come, a case of optimism? Death has nothing optimistic about it. I don’t see any joy in the same. There is no glory in suicide if you are thinking about one. You have been marked by the shadows, and won’t have a good time in the other world.

Vampire Bat: But we are in love with Lady Death and her evil twin with long curly hair and bad teeth.

Uncle Dracula: Love? Is it what you people call it? You have been bored with life so much that you hope for death, and you sit here after reading the poems of Emily Dickinson. Get out there, have a Blood Milk Shake and get back to work.

Vampire Owl: But true love is beyond life and death. It is like a bridge between the two worlds. So many poets have talked about it. Even the great vampire court poet who was eaten by those zombies.

Uncle Dracula: Yes, but none of them were talking about you, which is why they are world famous poets now. Do you think that this melodrama is cool? It is not. We have work to do. There is a bloody vampire empire to run. There is hatred and there is chaos all around. There are wars and there is intolerance. In the middle of all these, we have to come up with a brighter example. And here, you are sitting at the top of the tower and personifying death as a lady. Let me tell you what I am going to do. I will put you both on the vampire matrimony website.

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Vampire Bat: No, not the matrimonial website! It is evil even for the human standards!

Vampire Owl: Wait, there is a ship with black sails. Why is it so bloody slow? Even blood cargo ships are faster than that.

Uncle Dracula: It is the ghost ship that haunts the Spectre Peninsula. It is not of this world, but a reflection from the other dimension of the wrong which has happened years ago at the peninsula and has to be corrected in the long run. Death doesn’t own a ship anyway.

Vampire Bat: We should wait for Lady Death tomorrow then! It will be an even better day because it is a holiday.

Uncle Dracula: You work very less. So it doesn’t really matter.

Vampire Bat: Let’s go then and hope for a better tomorrow.

Vampire Owl: Yes, with lots of love for Lady Death and her evil twin sister.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

***The images used in this blog post are smaller cropped pictures of the originals from the Wikipedia pages of two Romanian castles, Poenari Castle and Corvin Castle meant as a support for the write-up only.

TeNy

Being Alone in the Dark

Vampire Bat and Vampire Owl awaited the return of Uncle Dracula after his meeting with his daughter who was having certain problems related to faith, belief and courage. The rest of the vampire team were playing football, and Vampire Owl was eating more and more potato chips, but Vampire Bat was really worried. Vampire Hamster was sitting idle though, as he had forgotten why he was there. The scene inside was actually of another level.

Dracula: No, Mavis. You don’t need to be afraid. I am here, and all your uncles are outside. You are the daughter of the greatest and the most feared vampire to be born or rather re-born on the surface of Earth.

Mavis Dracula: But I am really afraid of the dark, daddy.

Dracula: Let me make one thing clear, dear Mavis. You can be afraid of many things because it is quite natural, and darkness is not one of them. I don’t really get the point why you ever had to be afraid.

Mavis: Actually, I read this newspaper, and there was a night which had a terrifying incident at this capital city…

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Dracula: What? How many times do I have to tell you not to read these bloody newspapers published by humans? They are full of the stupid or evil deeds that they do to harm themselves or their fellow creatures. We don’t need to learn from these people who have absolutely no mutual respect. I used to read these regularly and one day, I had a heart attack due to the overdose of human terror. Then I realized that this doesn’t really matter as I was already dead and everything became “vampire normal” again. Do you know that there are terrorists who ask for one’s religion before shooting people? It is really a new low. Did those terrorists from Somalia shoot people at night in the darkness? Do humans need to wait for darkness to fire missiles or throw bombs at others? Then, even at this age, people are afraid of darkness? What did darkness ever do to them? They have actually done all the injustice to darkness by declaring it scary and evil.

Mavis: But I have heard about bad things on darkness. I can only switch off the lights as long as you are with me. When you are not here, I sleep with the lights on. Sorry about the electricity bill, but can’t help it.

Dracula: Let me tell you something. Darkness has always existed with light coming much later, and before inventing fire, do you think people had the chance to see beyond the darkness at night? You are also going to have a better night vision soon; you are only growing up.

Mavis: I have known that bad things happen to good people at night. It is what the humans say. They talk about getting home early before the night becomes too young. I guess that night is the worst when it is at the youth stage. There might be human monsters waiting to catch us. They shall search and hunt us and say that we shouldn’t have been walking around at night.

Dracula: Walking around at night, is what we do. It is your right as much as of any human. This fear of darkness comes from a time when there was not enough light available. But we have unlimited options these days. The real darkness is in the mind of the people, and the absence of light is actually a phenomenon of the soul.

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Mavis: But it is real bad at night. Darkness is like their big friend, and it supports all their evil deeds.

Dracula: That is a misconception. No, darkness is not an entity itself. There is a limit to the darkness and its shadows in our city, as it has enough lights to prevent darkness from completely taking over. It is your right to go out at night and the darkness that it provides. You don’t need anybody’s favour to walk out there in full or partial darkness. Don’t let what the others say get to you, especially those humans. They are like the worst creatures on the surface of planet Earth, or rather they have transformed into the same.

Mavis: There are shadows out there, and they won’t hunt me? What if they come after me right when I go out?

Dracula: They are the shadows of humans. Let me tell you one thing; there is evil everywhere, but to change that, some of you have to become the force. And my dear Mavis, you are more powerful than you can imagine. Have you even seen your fangs and claws? They are almost as good as mine. Do you know how fast you are, and how powerful your body is? You are better than them all, and soon, there will be no limit to your abilities. You are like the fire and the wind, all powerful. You don’t need to worry about the monsters out in the dark, but be careful about the monsters within yourself and those monsters who wear the mask of friends.

Mavis [to herself]: I am afraid of the dark, but that doesn’t define me. I have the right to go out at night with all its darkness if there is the need, and there is no bloody human with a ridiculous set of ideology who can dare to stop me.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

***The images used in this blog post are from the Official Facebook Page of Hotel Transylvania.

TeNy

Six and One Quarter Sins

Haven’t we all learned or at least heard about the Seven Deadly Sins? It has been a major part of Christian teaching for a long time, and was also featured in the movie Se7en about which most people should be aware. Here, I would like to think about them as a blogger with the Latin names also added. The first one should be the Blogger Lust/Lechery [fornicatio] – this has been something that is less related to blogging, and I would like to keep it as a low-profile sin which can stay outside the hell in a camp on the banks of Styx, thus leaving to option to drink tea with Charon when he is free. Some of the other sins will also have the elements of this one in detail. So, this is the one half-sin.

Blogger Sloth/Laziness [acedia]: This is actually a lesser sin among the seven, as it doesn’t affect others. But I would say that the laziness associated with blogging is a sad thing. You have started a blog and you have the skill; then when you choose not to write is a disheartening thing. There might be many things that might stop you, including those idiots who will say that your blog is bad and other terrible people who say that you do useless blogging. No, none of the blogs are bad or useless, because it is a personal thing and the first reason behind it is to bring out our thoughts and feelings. Everyone with a blog needs to write, and lets get rid of our laziness. This one is three quarter of a sin.

Hieronymus Bosch's The Seven Deadly Sins

Hieronymus Bosch’s depiction of The Seven Deadly Sins with sides cropped.

Blogger Wrath/Rage [ira]: I am actually surprised that this still exists. Yes, there are some hate comments which come up here and there just because they can’t stand another blogger, and it is not limited to bloggers, but also to those who just comment with their e-mail id. The usual sinners of this kind are the fans of certain movies, bands or celebrities in the case of movie or music review blogs. They can also be the fans of certain politician, sportsperson or religious fundamentalists depending on the type of content you blog on. They have the tendency to be fully brainless in wrath, and being dumb is just routine for them. Beware, this brings the worst in you, and makes you not yourself.

Blogger Gluttony/Selfishness [gluttire]: Even as it is usually used with food, we can relate this more to selfishness. Take your time to help other bloggers, and leave the “I” side behind. Blogging is something that should feature mutual help and understanding. Some people will say that we should only support awesome posts and the rest should be hated. But I would say otherwise, because all people can’t write the same way – I do see a lots of them with grammar mistakes, but if they are trying their best and their idea is good, who are we to judge someone who had lesser chance to learn English? Then there are people who has some of their post not as good as the rest, but that also should have reasons – lets accept that without being egocentric.

The Holy Spirit and the Seven Deadly Sins shown here

The Holy Spirit and the Seven Deadly Sins shown here. Read if you can 😀

Blogger Greed/Avarice [avaritia]: This is something that works on many levels. There is the line which is drawn between the greed and the need, and that line is something that I wouldn’t like to draw myself, because it is something of personal nature. Yes, blogger Greed does exist, and it will only get stronger as time passes. It will be only later that we will come up with the right definition of the same, as the separating line has to be clearer. May be I can update this section later or write another post completely about this one. With the rising number of bloggers who only look for material gains, I am sure that the time will come much earlier than I expect. Plagiarism can come as a result of this greed.

Blogger Envy/Jealousy [invidia]: This envious side has had a powerful existence. I have been blogging for quite a long time on my former blogs which I had the problem of weird commentors who thought that others shouldn’t blog at all. This kind of breed still exists, mostly as a hybrid between envy and the next sin Pride, which has these people hating the achievements of others. I might not win a major prize in any contest sooner or later, but I appreciate those who win, and have seen these people who are envious of the achievements of others and hope they didn’t win, also posting on forums about it – you don’t win contests or get noticed and you start complain about it because of envy. Yes, you feel that it is not your incapability, but someone else’s fault.

Tower of Babel by Pieter Brueghel the Elder - of vanity and pride

Tower of Babel by Pieter Brueghel the Elder – structure that is a sign of human pride.

Blogger Pride/Vanity [superbia]: The devil’s favourite sin and very much popular among bloggers, there will always be that kind of people who think that they are the best of them all. The problem with this kind of people is that they always want to change the rules to suit them. Whichever site they join, they want people to visit their blog only, and for the same reason, they want to feature on the front page and win contests by degrading others or the basic idea behind the site when they can’t win. They keep having problems with other bloggers winning just because they believe that only they should win. What does it take to know that you are a part of the blogger community and doesn’t stand alone? Is it difficult to understand that the world doesn’t revolve around you?

*All the images used in this blog post are from the wikipedia page of Seven Deadly Sins. **In this blogging world, lets be respectful of others’ works and not complain that others get more recognition or some other person wins more contests. Lets write, and support those who support us, as well as those who need support. If someone thinks “I am so awesome and everyone should read my posts, and I shall not read theirs because they all write inferior posts”, think again. Remember, everyone might not have had the opportunities in education that you had. 

TeNy

The Nightmare Fallen

I have nightmares every night. It is as if I belong to them. The nightmare creatures come to me and gives me a wake up call in the middle of the night. Sometimes they create the good dream to which the nightmares are injected, like a plague virus in a needle to slowly transform them to the new form. Otherwise, they come directly, making a stand to my already existing meaningless world, and successfully haunts each and every moment of them. *All images used in this blog post are from the official page of Diablo game.

I have seen the demons in my nightmares for years now, and it hasn’t been a big problem for me. They rarely scare me with their methods, and there is nothing in The Conjuring, Insidious and Annabelle to come into my already dreadful nightmares. There is a lot of variety in the mutant creatures, demons, monsters and even some presence that I had my nightmares about. I have imagined a lot more than just that. But no, they are not the ones who scare me anymore.

A sample demon who used to be pretty much awesome.

A sample red demon of fire who used to be pretty much awesome in my nightmares.

The creatures rarely come into my nightmares these days. May be they have felt that they are not good enough anymore as they have been replaced, as the past and the present run wild like a river in the rainy season, bringing up the old and the new generations of human presence here, troubling the sleep like never before. They are not the ones that can be taken care of, as they exist and show their presence in real life. They are like forever, the hounds of eternity in human form.

They are the ones who advice and scold like bloody cyclops who accidentally got lucky as their sons or daughters somehow got out of the monstrous self, and became the kind of people who have been going on like those politicians of Athens, but are being compared to the Oracle of Delphi. Now, it is them who come in the nightmares, and devil has decided to recall his minions and take the backseat. The uncles and aunties talking nonsense in the nightmares – this is not even a creative nightmare! The years that I have spent in obedience are coming back to hurt me.

My favourite demon; I wish that this one comes and scares me instead.

My favourite demon; I wish that this one comes and scares me instead of the humans.

I didn’t know that getting a job was the most important thing in the world. If I had known that, I would have stopped my studies much earlier. I thought that education was more important, that learning was the significant thing, and the only thing that can help me in future life. But it turns out that nobody really cares about learning, and the only thing that mattered was how much money I could make. When I hope to study and try a few exams in hope to get a job, there is the attempt to take that away; to get a job out thin air – who am I? a sorcererer? I am going to be judged further and further, and everyone around me is a judge.

It is what being jobless brings. These people who blames you twenty four hours a day, seven days a week and three hundred and sixty five days an year. Whenever they come anywhere close to you, there is the realization that they are going to talk about why their sons and daughters are so awesome, and how you are so pathetic and disgusting because you don’t have a job. The result is that you can’t think properly, can’t make any decision with not even able to do what you have been good at, and leaves you in anxiety and fear.

Things used happen in my mind, and now it is becoming more clueless.

Things used happen in my mind, and now it is becoming more clueless and hopeless.

Along with the inability to even read anything with concentration, it leaves you doubtful about your own abilities, not sure what to do, and the end product of these is the nightmares. The end product of the same is sleepless nights; I can’t even remember when was the last night I could go smoothly without the nightmares. They come to me in the nightmares, and wake me up many times a night. Sometimes, there is falling from the bed, and I lose count how many times my head and shoulders hit the floor. Does the shampoo with the same have the ability to any favour? I wonder.

One hope: A possible future peace of mind, and may be I can write a number of tests and get a job.

TeNy

Reaper and his Messengers

For the Mad Hatter Day 😀
There has been very few things which had provoked my thoughts other than those ideas about death, and it was a prominent part of my life for a long time along with those vampires, zombies and ghosts. Four years earlier than where we stand now on the sands of time, there was an incident which made it stronger. It was during our journey to Colombo through Chennai as part of a Ramayana Tour arranged by Riya Travels; it was a beautiful experience, but before there was any experience, there was the presence of Sir Death, the smartest hero and villain I have ever known – the available information about the same is shared as it is:

On 25 July 2010, Kingfisher Airlines Flight IT 2482, bound to Chennai, detected smoke in its cargo hold, due to chemical reactions happened in a chemical consignment cargo for a laboratory. Leakage from ten packets of boric acid powder and two 100 ml. bottles of liquid detergent where packed in a single consignment, resulted in the chemical reactions, causing smoke which triggered attention of ground staff. It was found that, there was security lapse among the cargo security staff to allow such a consignment reach the aircraft’s cargo hold. There were 36 passengers and 3 crew members on-board. The consignment was taken off and the flight was cleared to take-off.

The messenger of death with its tombstones (Pic from The Crow's FB page)

The messenger of death with its tombstones (Pic from The Crow’s FB page)

That deals with our flight. There was no delay with the smoke as nothing was there after the airplane had taken off. The smoke came too early for Death to take over. May be there was too much to handle upstairs to take me, or may be Death needed more people when crashing one flight. The ways of Death are indeed strange, for it vanishes even when there is the need for its presence and comes when it should have stayed in its abode. One has to wonder if Emily Dickinson was ready for her suitor when he arrived, as she already let us know about the uncertainty with the same due to her being too busy.

So, without earning Death’s displeasure, I shall call him the Grim Reaper, the name that we usually associate with him – or the Angel of Eternal Sleep should also be nice, I would think. I would mostly go with Miss Dickinson there with her good depiction of her suitor, as long as the one passing to the other world is me. On such an occasion, he is indeed a gentleman, and I would respect his choice and the duty to take me away. But there shall be no such respect when he sneaks in to take my loved ones, and in that case, neither he or his messengers are welcome here.

Poe and his plutonic black bird (Pic from The Raven's FB page)

Poe and his plutonic black bird (Pic from The Raven’s FB page)

Talking about his messengers, let the due respect be paid to them, the crows and the ravens; from being the sacred creatures of Apollo, the legends have grown. We had Edgar Allan Poe depicting it with all its mystery in his poem as he asks the raven to return to the underworld of Pluto/Hades. It is an enchanting creature of the shadow world and darkness there, and its chant “nevermore” is rather the mocking of human hopelessness on the face of death, and only the dark creature knows the master of death. It is as if it knew what awaited the man in the depths of Tartarus, and it is a bird of wisdom which knows how meaningless man’s vain puruits are.

There was the 1994 movie based on the crow and its ability to bring the soul back to the body as it acted as the messenger to the other world. Acting as the link between two worlds, this crow should be Grim Reaper’s favourite. The leading actor, Brandon Bruce Lee had also died during the shooting of this movie adapted from comics. The feeling of watching that movie was something dark and beautiful, and leaves us with the desire for a reboot. It is like looking at the black bird and feeling that it is no longer the same creature any more. May be I need such a bird as a pet as much Grim Reaper needs his scythe.

Alice and her world of wonders (Pic from Alice in Wonderland FB page)

Alice and her world of wonders (Pic from Alice in Wonderland FB page)

This is part of my own celebration of the Mad Hatter Day on October sixth which I enjoy as the un-birthday on which twenty one cups of tea and a certain dose of madness are to be added. Let me ask you then, why wouldn’t a raven be not a writing desk? Well, what if our tables were ravens? What if they acted like a portal and had the entrance to the other world? My dear Jabberwocky, I do wonder, how you make perfect sense to me; there is no vorpal blade that remains in the modern world, and can you grin like a sweet little Cheshire Cat as you show me the way out of my thoughts? It is a bloody frabjous day, even for the jubjub birds. Happy Mad Hatter Day, everyone 😀

TeNy

Let the Predator Hunt

In 1987, Major Alan Schaefer a.k.a. Dutch killed someone wearing highly advanced weapons, and whom they called the Predator. It is not something for which we can conduct an anniversary gathering every year, but Arnold Schwarzenegger needed to kill that one, because otherwise the movie would not have gone on to become a huge hit and later come in the all-time favourite list of many movie fans. Predator is one of the best movies of Arnold, no doubt about that, but the question is about the predicament of the Predator, the name that was so ruthlessly presented by the movie makers.

Predators are known for hunting of other species and collecting their heads as trophies. But in that case, they are not so different from the humans who collect animal heads after hunting them. It is only normal to feel that the Predators see humans as the mankind sees the other species. After all, Predators belong to an advanced species with better scientific equipments and a superior technology. As the name suggests in another way, a Predator predates, and thus there is another reason to assert its superiority as what came and thrived before humans.

You can't escape the eyes of the Predator (pic from Predator FB page)

You can’t escape the eyes of the Predator (pic from Predator FB page)

Unlike the Predators, the humans are even interesting in hurting their own kind and enjoy a lot from their suffering. If it was just another sport for the Predators, it becomes a case of sadomasochism for the humans who love each and every moment of inclicting pain upon their own kind, both physical and psychological. It is a certain kind of personal pleasure and happiness which they take out of it. Meanwhile, Predators only attack when the enemy is good enough for them, usually as part of a bigger cause. They follow a honorable path, and never see the need to deviate from the same.

There are not many people in the world who can prove to be better than Predators in quality. The hunt for fame and money becomes a man a Predator sooner or later. In this never-ending hunt for more, as they are never satisfied, means that the world has its own Predators already. Predators had honour in their dealings. Do humans have any? As they keep on trying to take others down along with going up the ladder, there is no doubt about the fact that humans can thrive well in another planet which has an alien species exhibiting goodness, on which they can feed and spread hatred.

If you have watched The Cabin in the Woods, you will know that the end of the movie was about total extinction, which is not really a bad thing, and the end of one species will only make way for another, and it could possibly be a better one as it might have known about the mistakes created by the former. The Predators could have actually brought that, restricting humans to their world of challenges and adventurous entertainment. But they decided to choose the higher path and rise above the humans, and for that, there is the need to be thankful to them.

Keep Calm & support the Predator (pic from AVP: Evolution FB page)

Keep Calm & support the Predator (pic from AVP: Evolution FB page)

Meanwhile, the miserable humans will continue to fight each other over small things which are not of importance. There are many things that they can do, but they would choose to hold on to the so called ambition and push the other down, and ridicule those who haven’t reached close to their achievements. Humanity doesn’t love its own people, and co-existence is difficult, or rather one of the most impossible things in the history of the planet. There will always be many reasons to hate each other. There will also be new reasons coming up. They conduct rallies and demonstration for ridiculous reasons, and for the real needs, there is none.

People blame religion, but no, the mankind will always find some new reason to kill one other. Blaming religion is the dumbest thing that one can do, as there will be a new ideology coming up every time to replace religion and spread hatred. There will be politics, race, caste, death of some so called important person, cricket matches, football rivalry and finally more reasons which has no meaning. Now, can we blame Predator if he is killing a few people on the screen. No, he is not even scary compared to the humans. I would say we welcome him to our world. If we can kill each other, why not let the Predator do his job in a decent way? May be he will keep our heads as trophies, and we will be popular among aliens.

TeNy