The God Of The New World

 Lately I was thinking a lot about what to write my next post on and sadly nothing popped into my head. I was kind of sad thinking that I had nothing going on in my mind. You see, its tough to think of a good enough topic to write a blog post on in a blog which hardly anybody reads other than me, myself and I. But the problem is that whenever this busy mind of mine is at work trying to unravel the mysteries of my own life people come and create ripples in my thought process. Sometimes I come up with such vivid ideas to write my blog post on but suddenly someone would come and disturb me throwing away these ideas to the darkest dimensions of my mind. I believe every mind has a bermuda triangle in it and whenever something goes there, it completely disappears without a trace. The only problem I face is that all my ideas end up falling in that area. So I thought of writing this post as soon as possible so that the present idea which is in my mind doesn't fall into this area of nothingness. Even though this idea maybe the most boring ones among all the other ideas which had popped into my head, you can't blame me, its nature. But before I start the real stuff I want to talk about there as some things that bug me a lot these days. My parents are so behind me these days. My dad on one side believes that whenever I am not sitting on my table and not studying I am wasting time which is quiet irritating cause whenever I get up to even get a bottle of water I get comments like - "Don't waste time... Time is precious .... Go study!" Its like my body was designed to just study and because I am not doing what was programmed into me I am getting many virus alerts after every five minutes. That is not the main problem I am going against these days. My mom is becoming a Columban and that completely sucks. If you had read the previous post of mine about The Columban Ideology then you would be having a pretty good idea of what Columbans think of about girls. Just for a small recap, Columbans believe that every girl who is your friend becomes your crush or your girlfriend. This is what I have to go through everyday in school, surrounded by humans who assume Columbans can never have a girl - friend and if they have one she becomes his girlfriend. Being used to that atmosphere for the past 12 years, I have no problem with it but I can't staying in that same atmosphere in home too. I have some friends in my colony who I chat with and when my mom found out that I have some girl-friends among these, she started getting on my nerves. Everyday she would ask me questions like -

                "How is __________(can't give the name.... :P)?"

"Is ___________ ignoring you?"

                                          "Niranjan, _________ is good. I like her"

These series of questions become very irritating when being hear almost once a day. Its like the indirect way of telling me that I shouldn't interact with girls at this age or at least even if I do not so much. What I don't understand is that even though I wrote a 2-3 page blog on Girls and clearly stated there that I am not interested in such things why do you need to keep bugging me. Also I have noticed that since that blog post, my parents are even more concerned about who I talk with and who I don't. My blog's purpose was to stop that but I believe my post didn't show the effects I hoped it would.

Leaving all this and coming to what I really wanted to say. I had written this short story lately named SINS whose first chapter I had posted on my blog too and I liked the story line so much that I felt that I should write a complete book on it and that is what I am trying to do these days. The problem is that all the free time I have, I end up thinking about what I should write in continuation of my story. The thing is SINS is a murder mystery novel due to which what my mind usually thinks about is interesting and intriguing ways of killing people without a detective being able to solve it. You see, to write a murder mystery novel , you have to put yourself in the murderer's shoes. Here is when I found out that being a serial killer is the most difficult profession in the world. I really mean it. Becoming a doctor may be tough cause you have to mug up a lot of difficult words; or a judge cause he makes the decision for all cases representing the people; or a surgeon cause the life of a human depends on his hands. But a serial killer has to think of many other things. Even for him a human life depends on his hands but the only difference is that a surgeon has to save a life while a killer has to destroy it. Saving a life only needs love for other human souls but it is tougher to take away life cause you have to overcome all your fears and execute the murder perfectly. The catch isn't here; the main thing the murderer has to think of is not only killing his victim, but also to leave no trace of himself. Even a second of diversion and you have put an end to your life too. A surgeon doesn't need to care about his own life but a murderer is playing with two lives - one which he has to slay and the other which he has to keep safe.
You can't be a human when you are killing people, who have to become a higher race for sometime. Such a race whose moves cannot be predicted by the inferior humans. A human serial killer can never be successful, but a monster always lives forever but still is found nowhere. A monster not only knows how to execute a perfect murder but also predict the moves of the humans behind him and always stay a step ahead. He has the ability to play with others minds even without talking to them and make them do what he wants with no strings attached. According to me the IQ of a perfect murderer would be higher than anyone imaginable and to catch someone like this you would require a monster on the good side too. Only a fiend can destroy a fiend cause that's what destiny is. Humans are simple a minor race considered to demons and monsters. 

 But this is not where my main question lies. What would be do if a monster would be on our side? Would we still try to get rip of it? Or would we use it at our own advantage? What I mean to say is that what if there is a murderer who helps humans in general? Sounds odd but it is a valid question. What would we do if there is some human in the corner of the world who kills all the bad people without leaving a trace of himself? He has the ability to kill anyone he wants but uses it to kill all the rapists and murderers and thieves of the world so that he can make the world a better place. A person who doesn't harm innocents but punishes all sinners. What would we do if such a being existed amongst us but we had no clue who he really is? Would we come together and try to find this person so we can kill him for taking many lives or would we worship him for making the world a cleaner place? Would we try to destroy this monster or make him the God Of The New World? 

 Humans have a tendency to only see the wrongs and completely forget the rights. For once think deeply, considering all pros and cons of such a human. Would he be a boon or a curse for mankind? Would he be the destruction or the creation of a new world? 

 I to be honest would support such a God and if been able to have such powers and talent, would do the same. Yes, you may think of me being foolish but for me a sinner deserves death, not an innocent and I could go to the extent of sinning to destroy such a sinner. I also know that I just contradicted myself by saying sinners should face death and that i would sin, but I would freely accept death if I could clean the world from all sinners. I am not saying that I would ever become a killer in the future or I have any intentions to become one. What I am trying to say that I would like the world to be a cleaner place, even if it meant losing my life for it. I believe the existence of such a person would allow the normal people to walk peacefully due to their belief of the sinners being punished while the sinners wont do anything afraid of being this God's next target. 

 I would like to get others opinions too. On whose side would you be? The side of humanity or the side of punishment?

The Variables

"I, a silent constant in an equation with hundreds of variables"

-Arnav Aggarwal

Even though I do strongly support the fact that teaching stuff like linear equations and algebra is going to do no good to us in our entire lifetime, I have still deduced one important life lesson from it-

 Life is like an algebraic expression, with many variables but with little or no constants. Everyone can represent their lifetime into a simple algebraic expression, where you are the only constant while everything else is a variable. You are the only silent constant in an equation with hundreds of variables.

 Even though i am just bringing up more stupid relations, being a science student this would be the best way possible for me to explain my theory. In Chemistry, there is a very broad topic known as Resonance. The main thing about resonance is that a compound of the same formula can be of different types by simply rearranging the bonds here and there. So what happens is that in reality one structure does not completely explain all the properties of the compound but a mixture of all its resonances together explain the properties. One structure gives us only limited information about that compound.  

 Just like that different people would define a person in different ways. If i ask a description about myself from my class mates i will get one set of qualities I have, while if I ask my parents I will get another set of qualities and when asking my teachers I will get my other qualities. Together all these qualities MAY be defining me as a whole, but no individual could give all my qualities together. Through the powers of observation I deduced that everyone of us is a variable for one another, no one knows the others true value. Only we ourselves know who we are in reality. For us we are the constant while everyone else is a variable. We know who we are and what our intentions are, what the others do is just put in values and try to figure out what is our value. The true identity is only known to us and us only. 

 A linear equation has just one solution while a quadratic has two and so on. This world is filled up of infinite variables and many more are being born every day, therefore there are infinite solutions to us. No one, not even a God can predict or solve all the solutions of the variable you are other than you yourself. Thus at an individual level, you are more superior than God, you know what is the impossible but what really separates you from the rest is how easy it is to find all your solutions.

No student likes a tough equation or algebraic expression as it becomes a very lengthy and tiresome process to solve it. The simpler the variable is, the more the people will like it. I don't mean to say that if you have less solutions it is good, not at all. Being a person with only one solution is very bad as it will always be used against you. A variable never wants to become a constant, it likes to have a suspense. But I also believe that you should never have an infinite supply of solutions as then a person can never really trust you as you would always have a new card to play. 

 Your identity must not be known completely, but it should also not be that you change your solutions so that even the answers people deduce end up wrong. What you express should be correct and should solve the equation/expression. The existence of a two-face variable with infinite but number solutions is what causes the disturbance in the equation.

 Different variables have different solutions but on the other hand there may also be different variables with the same solution. A person may have 'n' number of qualities in him among which some may also be very rare to find in a person. But that person shouldn't think great of himself because of that quality inherited by him cause there are many others in this world carrying the same qualities. 

 There is a difference between a Show-Off and a Liar. 

A show-off is the variable which wants it to be solved or on the other hand gives away its solution to people. Such kind of an equation is mostly ignored at the end cause of not being a challenge while those with weaker brains prefer sticking to them and thinking of knowing all because of solving such  a variable. 

 A liar is a variable who has too many cards to play at a time. He keeps on changing its value so no one can ever recognize his true identity. But when he is caught and his real self is discovered, he manipulates the complete equation so its solution really becomes correct and he is left unharmed. Such a variable usually ends up lonely and heartbroken as none trust him and can't have any emotions for him cause of the high uncertainty.

 This world is too big to understand but on the other hand too small to oversee. We humans usually end up succumbing into our own merits and qualities forgetting the rest. Holding your head up high and shoulders wide won't help if you haven't sweat enough for it. 
The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. 
This world has been having the greatest war in history of mankind since the birth of the man - the war between the true self and the conscience. 

Only if you know who you really are can you indulge in other's lives. Only if you trust somebody enough to tell them your true identity can you love someone. Only if you really know how a person really is can you hate someone. Only if you really know the problem of others can you help someone. Only if you know the real pain of what others are going through can you place your shoulder for someone. Only if you know who the person really is can you judge someone. 

 I never knew that a beast lived infested inside of me for a long time. I used to believe that I was the perfect human created by God to fulfill his desires and make the world a better place. I never knew my own solutions and I tried to do all the above. Life isn't that simple, you will have to take detours and suffer misery to later live a life of ecstasy. I took many years to find out who I really am and what I am capable of doing. It is natural to hate the beast you are within but life always throws opportunities at you where that beast is what gives you the upper hand, it is what makes you the best among st the rest. 

 I do fear the beast in me but what I have discovered is that my beast does have the powers others may not have and this is what makes me different. I know what are my capabilities and my strengths but what is more important is to know your weaknesses. Life is a race and if others find your weakness before you, you will be crushed and left behind. Your weakness are also your strength while your strengths can become your weaknesses. 

 As they say, you need to stay close to your enemy. You are your own enemy and the more you get to know about him, the better. 

I was just a silent constant among many variables, but now its my time to stand up and speak. I am silent no more, I am awake and alive and ready to move on.     

Preview to "Sins" by Niranjan

I do believe in angels. But these angels aren't the ones commonly known to man. I do believe in demons. But these demons aren't the ones commonly known to man. Demons do reincarnate in the mortal world as humans, these demons feed on sins, blood and hatred. These are what keep them immortal.

Their bodies are not agile enough to digest happiness and love.

Happiness rusts their body till it crumbles to sand so they stay away from these deeds which they would refer to as "Sins".

  For them hatred is food, sins are like water and for them blood is their soul. Committing sins is what keeps them alive; planting the seeds of hatred is what keeps them walking and the blood-lust is what keeps them killing.

 The world is too perfect if only with angels. Rivers will flow with peace and prosperity. Nature will grow and the world will echo the baritone of birds chirping. Streets will show off their green beauty as people will bless others even after they merely reached the threshold to death cause of the other.

 This world in the mortal world is known as 'Heaven'.

 The world would be too corroded if only with demons. Rivers will rage with frustration and anger. Nature will decay in the burning bowels of death and the world will reverberate the shrieks of birds screeching. The streets will hide their bleeding beauty as people will slay others so none reach the threshold to happiness. 

 This world in the mortal world is known as 'Hell'.

 The world would be too simple if only with mortals. Rivers would flow with elegance but with fear. Nature will perish as recreated and the world will be in silence for all birds will keep shut. The streets will weep in despair but laugh simultaneously as people will over take others to reach either the threshold of success or failure.

 This world in the mortal world is known as a 'neighborhood'.

 But the world isn't that simple. If the world would have been this simple, we may not have been living in the world we live now. Thus some demons escape from hell to this world while some angels escape from heaven.

 A neighborhood with such angels in disguise are commonly known as a 'friendly neighborhood'. But such vicinity is more of the unfounded truth. Why you would wonder?

 Heaven's angels are selfish beings. Being used to the cloud 9 vicinity, their bodies can't function in the monotonous atmosphere present in the colossal wreck of the mortal world.

 For Christians, who mostly believe in angels and demons, the 7 sins consist of basic human instincts like envy, lust, gluttony, greed and selfishness.

 Angels do commit sins. All angels commit sins. For sins you need to pay a price and so do the angels. 

 Centuries ago a dagger was stolen from the depths of hell by angels which was found by the Gods.

 Another sin.

 Since then this dagger has been used to rip the back of these sinners till it completely tears them apart and their crystal white blood flows down for decades till the ruptured skin regenerates. But the blood stays intact, materializing into white wings. This was another form of punishment for the sinners. As the wings moved, it tore the skin resulting in excruciating pain.

 Pain is a relative term. The more pain you bear, the less you call it pain. After you become used to this pain, you start craving for this pain. Wings were supposed to differentiate the sinners from the angels, but later it became a luxury. All sinned for now it started depicting holiness. 

 Angels sinned while on the other side there were demons who never sinned. They let their bodies decay in the happiness and rust in love. They resisted the urge to kill and build hatred. Such demons were thrown out from hell to corrode to death. 

 I do believe in reincarnations. But these reincarnations aren’t the ones commonly known to man. Usually in reincarnations, the person forgets his past and what all he did in his previous 7 lives. But reincarnations occur so that the people can finish the deeds undone. Humans aren’t the only things that reincarnate. Even angels and demons do in any form depending on the sins committed by them.

 Demons with pure heart who decay themselves in happiness usually reincarnate as angels. Rebirth occurs to fulfill what you haven’t done in your previous lifetime. Such occurs for demons too. These angels build a sense of hatred and lust for blood in them. These angels aren’t like the normal demons. They exceed their hatred and disgust. They end up devoting their angelic life to murder and search for pain. Such rebirths are referred to as Hell’s Angels. The hell’s angels evolve to maintain a balance in heaven but when the situation becomes fatal is when they escape to the mortal world. Hell’s angels love pure blood but what they crave for is mortal blood which is easiest to find in self obsessed species, especially humans. Bloodshed fills the streets and the world gets covered in blankets of red. Such hell’s angels do fall from the sky and whenever they fall so does mankind.

The Gods of Death work tirelessly day and night, traveling from dimension to dimension ripping souls apart from dying bodies. They are the selfless workers who can’t even enjoy being Gods. Deciding who lives and who doesn’t wont be the best example of being selfless because you are ripping apart the life of others but when you are a God and you aren’t able to act like one cause of all the work you have to do you have the right to call yourself selfless. The job of these Gods are so repetitive and boring that the only form of entertainment these Grim Reapers have is to see how the person dies and how their families suffer in grief or celebrate due to the corpse taking a trip of no return.

 The real entertainment these Grim Reapers get is when Hell’s Angels fall into the mortal world. This is what makes these Angels even more dreaded and powerful. When you have the God of Death by your side, you don’t need to lust for blood as it will be served on a golden platter to you. It ends of making you the God of the Mortal World as you bestow the power to kill anyone even without name or face. What we mortals should pray for is that a Hell’s Angel doesn’t fall of the sky during our time of mortality.

 Mr. and Mrs. Shah weren’t so lucky. Not only because the Hell’s Angel descended to the human world during their mortality but because the hell’s angel descended as their own son. A son can be a gift but can also lead to a life of eternal torture. A son can either build up love for his parents or sow the seeds of hatred for them. A son can either be on the side of his parents at all times or try to find an opportunity to stab them behind their back.

 Langohr Shah was born to a well educated and cultured royal family from Rajasthan. Floral designs covered the mansion as the royal family celebrated the birth of the next heir. Who would have ever imagined that this innocent boy’s aim was not to rule a small city of Rajasthan which was in reality under the power of a parliament but to find and hunt his prey - mankind.

 As kids Hell’s angels don’t show their real intensions of hunting but become real angels and start stealing the trust of all. Langohr was different. His parents named him such an unusual name which meant “stealer of the heart” in their dynastic script but it changed to Latin Langour meant “Angel of Death”. Destiny prevails over all other factors which decides the life of an individual.

 Langohr never build hatred for his parents or anyone in the royal family. He had no feelings at all. Emotionless he used to stray inside the mansion trying to be as alone as possible. Mrs. Shah found this behavior to be oddly disturbing and at the age of 10 they sent his to the family psychiatrist Mrs. Desai, so that he could share his feeling and what troubled him.

 After the first appointment only Langohr’s attitude changed drastically, but not in any good way. He never used to speak to anyone before and some used to believe he was dumb and the royal family was just hiding the truth but now he started speaking, or to be more appropriate he started making noises. He always had a grin on his face and whenever someone would ask him a question he would smirk and go away. Worried even more Mrs. Shah took Langohr to the psychiatrist again but by the time they reached the hallway they collided with Mr. Shah who stood baffled as he held the daily newspaper in his hand. Langohr snatched it from his father and saw the black and white photo of Mrs. Desai and the headlines showing – ‘Royal shrink hangs herself in bedroom’

 It remained a mystery for all about why such a rich and successful women would kill herself. The only people who knew the well kept secret were Mrs. Desai and Langohr. One had already gotten rid of so the world was safe from knowing that the demon had already come to its surface. But Langohr wasn’t like the other Hell’s angels, he wanted attention and fame. He wanted to tell the world who he was and that all should fear him. Building such a mentality at the age of 10 had to suck attention. His next move was something no one saw coming and it provided the perfect platform for him to tell the world who he was.

Stronger Than I Was

"But You won't break me

You'll just make me stronger than I was

Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you

And if I stumble. I won't crumble 

I'll get back up and uhhh

And I'mma still be humble

'Cause I'm stronger than I was"

-Marshall Mathers a.k.a. Eminem

Even though this is a guy you shouldn't quote I kind of found this set of lyrics appealing. I was sitting and studying for my upcoming test this weekend along with listening to songs. I know you shouldn't listen to songs while studying, but according to me when you are doing maths its acceptable. As trying to read between the lines during trigonometry this song "Stronger than I was" starts playing and i don't know why but I immediately remember this close friend of mine. 
This guy has inspired me since I met him and as I have worked with him side by side at many occasions I know that this guy is just Legend....wait for it.....dary.
I don't know why but as I heard that song I was made to write a blog on this guy cause he has taken a place in life and even when I would be waiting on my wheelchair for the Grim Reaper to come and take me with him I would remember that guy even if I never meet him after graduation.

I still remember... I first met him in Class 8.
The day had just started and Mrs. Durga was trying to make the history of India interesting but we had already gone through the same history again and again since 5th grade. As we all tried to find an interesting topic to discuss an anonymous student entered the class. His hair folded to the right, spectacles right up his nose and his uniform finely pressed. The first thing that struck me was that he was either of the two - (a) He is a nerd who is just going to be the teacher's pet ; (b) He is another Rat who has entered the house and will just be a nuisance for the forthcoming years. Had I never hoped that 3 years after that I would be writing a blog post on him.
Mrs. Durga introduced him to the class as Shivam Parashar. I never imagined that I could blend with him and so I ignored him for 2 days but later I was made to interact with him by Mrs. Durga. Our school has a system of Clubs, where every week you have 2 periods when you can be a part of an extra-curricular activity of your interest. That year they had brought a new Club called the LEADERS CLUB and i don't know why but I was the only eighthie
who was in the Club. The rest were all class 9 and 10 seniors. Mrs. Durga had to submit the club Shivam would be a part of and she asked him what Club he wanted to be in. He stood mumm. Then she laughed and suggested him to join the Leader's Club. Turning towards the class of 50 she asked all the students in the Leader's Club to stand and like a needle in the haystack I was the only one standing. Therefore I was forced to interact with him. The same day we had a prefect of our class De-Badged and we were stunned as our Discipline in-charge took that prefect's ID card and hung it around Shivam's neck. No one did ever expect that a student who had joined 5 days ago would be chosen as a prefect while students who had been trying to win the trust of the teachers for 8 years couldn't be one. In 5 days in the St.Columba's he had made history. I had to interact with him. Weekly we met in our Leader's Club as the only 8th grade students and I found out that we had many things common. But what got us closest to each other was an idea which had struck him about a month after we met. He thought that we should write a novel together, a classic fantasy with plot twists and a climax. Even before we thought about the plot we started dreaming about Danny Boyle calling us asking us the rights for the book so he could make the next Academy Award winning movie. It was a hilarious set of weeks when we both thought of it as a joke but later it struck us that we could seriously write a very interesting book together and we started taking the idea seriously. After one correct year we completed our book -"Solstice : Dragon Mountains". Even though the book saw no future it was a great experience.
In 9th grade he again became a prefect but I wasn't much behind being a prefect too myself. The mistake I made was note applying for the most of the Vice Head Prefect. Shicam was a step ahead of all of us and that was what we all didn't realize. We thought he was a new student and we ended up underestimating him.That was our main mistake. He amazed our batch once again by being chosen as the Vice Head Prefect of our batch. In 2 years he had earned the respect of all the students and the teachers which even i couldn't do in the last 9 years. That day, when his name was announced as the Vice Head I changed the way of perceiving the guy. He had become my main competition, a rival who I had to keep close to myself. I had to get to know his weaknesses and use it against him. Everything is fair in love and war... and this was War. A war to prove myself better. What I learned from movies was that you had to keep your rivals close to you and that is what I did. I read him, understood him and used it against him. The next platform available to me was class 10. I tried to stay ahead of Shivam and also applied for the Head Prefect and after a series of interviews and heart-stopping moments I got the opportunity to prove myself. I became the Head Prefect and we came neck-to-neck again. I do believe that if Shivam wouldn't have been chosen as the Vice Head, I would have been pushed into applying and trying so hard to be the Head Prefect and achieving that goal. He forced me into working hard. I hope you are reading this man. If you are I just want to say that I respect you and I thank you from deep within my heart for changing my life and making it better. You made be Stronger Than I Was. 
Last week we both along with 3 other students amongst the batch of 250 were shortlisted for the Columban Of The Year. After a set of interviews conducted by the Principal and the Headmistress today it was announced that Shivam is the Columban of The Year. I do confess that I was pretty sure that he would be the Columban Of The Year but this will just make me work harder into proving myself equal to or better than him. Also congratulations for the accomplishment. I respect you man but don't forget me, I will try my best to cope up with you and beat you. We haven't yet reached the end of the road. The winner of the race is the person who reaches the finish line first, not the person who takes the lead while running. I am at present behind you but don't slow down cause i and gaining pace.

You and I are the type of rivals who will always  meet other in our race to the finish but will help each other when we both face a problem. I just want to tell you one thing Shivam, the race isn't over yet and the Sword Of Honour still remains to grab. Don't underestimate me for maybe I can beat you if I put my level best. Lets see who wins the race and whoever does, no hard feelings.
THE RACE IS ON!  
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GUIDE TO BEING BADASS

            “ “…so how much force should to applied on the body M in this direction so that the body remains in an equilibrium?”

            Mrs. Sharma glances towards XII-D to see 30 blank faces. Amongst the crowd one hand shot straight up and none of the kids even bothered to look at who it was.

            “Ma’am, for the body to remain in equilibrium we will need to apply a total of force 35N.”, the student confidently answered.

            “Thank you Shaurya. You may sit.” Even Mrs. Sharma wasn’t at all baffled or even slightly impressed by the 16 year old boy’s answer. He was the only student who according to the teachers ‘has hope’ in succeeding in life.

            Shaurya Aggarwal was the topper of his class right from first grade. He was nurtured to be the perfect student, without flaws or defects. He was brought up in such an environment that he had no connections or any form of contact with any human being outside his condo other than school. His mind was nurtured to dwell in the world of textbooks, a training which took him far ahead of everyone in class though he was lagging behind in the real world. Time doesn’t wait for anyone and thus it didn’t even wait for Shaurya. The world moved on while he still live in the 2000s.

            The school bell rung and all of the students sprinted out of their daily morning prison with their cell mates and a reverberation of different gossips were being heard in the hallway.

            Shaurya put all his books in his bag, double-strapped and slowly walked out of his class.

            “Hey Siddharth, isn’t that the guy you were talking about? I cant believe that he lives in 2014 but doesn’t even have a Facebook account or a phone for himself. What a nerd.” A whisper hit Shaurya’s ear. When some more loud whispers followed haunting him, he quickly walked towards his car.

            Initially Shaurya used to ignore all these comments which he used to hear on a daily basis but lately they were starting to torment him. He didn’t understand what he was doing wrong? He was exactly doing what he was being told to do for all these years. During the 30 minute car trip to his house he understood one thing and he wanted to overcome it. He realized that he was a puppet whose hands were tied up and he was doing what he was told to do for all these years, He needed to break the strings and be set free.

            As soon as he reached home he locked his room and turned on the computer. He wondered for a while why he always thought of this machine to supplement his studies and why he never used it to for the more common purposes like Facebook, Youtube or games etc. He quickly erased these thoughts and proceeded to double clicking an icon tagged Internet Explorer. He remembered his elder brother used to use the internet a lot and he used to define it to Shaurya as the world’s largest textbook. Shaurya knew that his brother was mocking him but he did wonder what the extremes of this World Wide Web were. He opened Google and typed in the search bar:

‘How to be Cool’

Many links popped up in front of him but there was one link which caught his eye. It said :

‘How to be a Badass’

He clicked the link and started reading…

‘HOW TO BE BADASS

            A badass isn’t an annoying prick. He is the man all women secretly desire and all men look up to. Think of badass and there is just one guy I remember: Gru from Despicable Me. He is one real badass and there is no denying that. To be a badass you can do 2 things.

            One, strap your earphones on, play the Despicable Me soundtrack on a loop, walk very slowly with a little bounce in your step and stare at every guy who walks past you with a smug expression.

                        A badass is a guy who doesn’t care about anything. He just exists. Everyone else, well they either serve him or get in his way. A badass isn’t an alpha. He isn’t a bad boy either. He’s just a scary guy who is somehow extremely intimidating yet so darn awesome. Everyone wants to be a badass, because badass makes everything look so cool.

            A badass isn’t a prick who goes hurting people for no reason. He is just an awesome guy who knows he is above other mortal men.

            The most important trait of being a badass is his unpredictable nature. He keeps his secrets close and emotions shut unless he releases it with a vengeance.

Or two, be a badass all the time by following the given instructions:

·        Stop worrying about everyone’s opinions. You know who you are and your loved ones love the person you are. So stop trying to please everyone you meet in life.

·        A badass never fidgets. Nervous wannabes fidget. A badass moves with calculated precision and never cracks his knuckles or shuffles his feet when he is stationary.

·        Badass have a piercing gaze when they’re have a conversation with someone. If they are happy the corner of their lips curls into a small smile. If they are displeased, their expression turns into a grimace that makes anyone feel like they are going to get punched in the face.

·        A badass doesn’t shake or nod their head for every line they hear. When you are having a conversation with someone just stare at them or answer with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. It will intimidate anyone you speak to.

·        A badass is a succinct. Never use six words when you can use one. A badass never indulges in idle conversations. Always keep your sentences short. It will make the other person to talk more and fill in the gaps and that leaves them feeling intimidated.

·        A badass’ smile is a rare phenomenon. It’s seen only on rare occasions. Your smile should feel like a compliment to the other person. So don’t smile unless you are laughing maniacally.

·        Speak in a low and firm voice without a quiver all the time. A man who uses a high pitch is never a Badass, he is the guy craving for attention.

·        Never wait for a thank you. Hold the door open for a girl but leave before she can turn and say thank you. This makes them want to know you.

·        People who are extremely confident and full of themselves always speak slowly because they don’t care about wasting another person’s time. On the other hand if you are a fast talker, be firm and commanding. It has the same badass effect because it reveals that you don’t have time to waste on others. But never let anyone cut you in between when you are talking.

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All said and done, a badass is ruthless and emotionless only with the people he interacts with professionally. When it comes to his personal life, he is a very loving, respectful and decent man who cares for his family and loves them to death.

The badass is a wall he builds to protect himself from the lesser mortals and people that don’t matter to him. To the ones he loves, he is warm and caring, and never has an ego.”

           

            There was an outburst of applause form the crowd. On the stage stood an Indian man who was around his 20s wearing a smart suit and tie.

            A lady hoped onto the stage, “Thank you Mr. Shaurya Aggarwal for spending your valuable time and coming here to TED Talks.”

            Shaurya smirked, then turned back and the curtains fell.

The Columban Ideology

I guess my blog is a sign of good luck and therefore I am qrriting another post so quickly. You see if you read my previous post about GIRL PROBLEMS you would have got to know that due to some foolish doings of mine I had lost contact to around 3-4 friends of mine. I usually go out for a walk everyday and today I decided to walk for a bit long. After an hour I decided that before going back home I sit in thr park across the road for some time. As I was listening to "Give Me Some Sunshine" I heard a small voice calling my name. I ignored it and took a few more steps. Then a combination of different voices shouted - "Niranjan!!!". I turned. To my left 3 girls waved towards me as they were sitting bickering about their life. With them sat a fourth who didn't show any such interest but had a small smirk on her face. I recognized them all. How could I forget them... I had just written about them all a week ago in my public web journal. They included the 3 girls who I had lost due to the fight and also the girl herself. I sat there with them for a couple of seconds that questions started to flow towards me... I was meeting them all face to face after an year or so therefore I was expecting questions like - "How are you?" or -"Hows life?". But as said in the earlier post, you just cant understand women. The first question that came to me was "Where is your dog?"... Not my fault you see... My dog is cuter than anything imaginable but I could have at least got some sympathy. Place me atleast before my dog. Nevermind. After some time the conversation changed to why I stopped apearring on WhatsApp and then back to my dog. One even preordered my dog's baby 3 years in advance. Nevertheless, what I am trying to say is that its either fate or my simple luck that just a few days after writing my blog I end up meeting all of them together. So why not try and write another blog and see if something else strikes me this time.
During this 5 minute talk with my old friends who I united with, a topic rose up which reminded me of something which I wanted to write in my blog. There is another girl Manya Sharma in my  colony who studies in the girls school just opposite to my school. So this girl-friend of mine asks me that do I know Manya? In my batch in my school its almost a sin if you dont know a list of girls and I guess Manya Sharma comes in the top 3.
I had heard a lot of stories about Manya in my school and according to different sources I had got to know that she was also the girlfriend of a couple of Columbans. Then her next question was whether I know Atif Naseer... I should have expected this question coming to me. You see, like the girl hit list we have in my school , even the girls school opposite to us has a hit list and this guy Atif tops all such lists of every school. I dont know what girls see in him other than him being tall and having a decent body but every girl studying in Delhi between the age group of 14-17 must be knowing Atif. He is a celebrity.
I would like to give an example to prove my case:-
Once I was searching a girl in my colony on Facebook who barely anyone in the colony knew about and in the end when I found her I saw that we had one mutual friend. When I checked to see who it was, it was the one and only Atif Naseer. Search any girl one Facebook and you would find Atif as her friend even if he doesnt even know her.
But why am I saying all this? You see in my school if someone finds about anything interesting, it will spread in my school in about a week but if you find out that a guy has a girlfriend or even a girl-friend the news will spread in barely 2 hours. That is the problem of an only boys school. Shortage of girls. The only girls or anyone of that gender we interact with are the teachers who are usually old, fat, short and ugly( apologies to any teacher of my school reading this post.). So what happens is that if any girl comes into topic everyone becomes so damn interested. This is what I want to talk about, something I would like to call THE COLUMBAN IDEOLOGY.
The Columban Ideology is a way a person believes in what he sees and how he interprets it. The Columban Ideology was first brought up in the Columban Bible.
According to this bible you need to adheer to some beliefs if you want to call yourself a Columbanist.
BELIEF 1- A Columban can never have a friend who is a girl.
This is the primary belief and the base of being a Columban. It mainly means you cant even have one girl-friend on Facebook or any other social networking website. If you dont follow this you have to pay for it very severely. If any other Columban finds a girl-friend in your profile then she will start getting friend requests from complete strangers till iternity. As said before, due to shortage of women Columbans dont know how a girl can just be a friend and thus any girl becomes your girlfriend if she is your friend. Thus the name of the girl spreads in the school, even to the juniors as your girlfriend due to which you get mocked till your grave. The sad thing is that even if they see your cousin sister who is in your age group she would become your girlfriend till you explain literally everyone in school that she is just your cousin sister.
BELIEF 2 - A Columban can never talk to a girl.
This is one of the strictest beliefs written in the columban bible and even the school itself trains you for this. Being a boys asylum we are detached from this opposite sex  due to which till we pass grade 12 we are made to talk only to men. The only scope we have of meeting this species is if we join any institute for coaching but our school doesnt appreciate this too. They teach us that you are capable of learning everything on your own due yo which you dont need to join any tution. What they dont understand is that if they dont let us go in such classes we would become dumb when we join a college until we join another boys asylum after 12th. My school doesnt even learn from its mistakes. If this keeps on going we would end up becoming like Rajesh Koothrapalli who was also a Columban. Anyway this training our school provides is really effective cause if you make a Columban stand in front of a girl he wont be able to speak till he is drunk. I had the advantage of talking to this breed in class 7. According to the bible if a girl comes to you and asks you anything what you have to do is give a polite smile and then run back and hide behind a pillar or anything possible. If you dont do this and anyone else is seeing you talking to this girl you start getting mocked that she is your girlfriend etc. The main pillar of the Columban Bible is that if there is any girl in your life, she is your girlfriend.
BELIEF 3 - Never give a phone number of a girl to any Columban.
If there is a rare case that you have a number of a girl who you know well, never entrust the number to any other Columban or show the number in accident. Doing this could be absolutely fatal. A phone number is something which goes viral the fastest in St. Columba's. If you do the mistake of giving a girl's number to a Columban you will start seeing the number everywhere, from the class blackboard to your uniform. Not only this, because of your mistake the girl would have to live a life filled with prank call on your name. Everyday she would start recieving calls from random people saying that they are you  and talk all sorts of crap. This will not only ruin your friendship,it may lead to destroying your friendship with this girl.
BELIEF 4 - Never chat with a girl on WhatsApp
Whenever you have an outing with other Columbans you will always take your phone with you and your friend will check your phone. It is pretty obvious that he will stumble upon WhatsApp. This could be fatal too. If he opens it and sees you have a conversation with a girl he will read the complete conversation and most probably text something stupid back to her which may start a fight between you and her.
The same will occur if you give your Facebook password to any other Columban.
If you follow all these beliefs you can proudly call yourself a true Columban. I sadly have defied all these beliefs at least once in my life so I do know what are the concequences of defying them. If you are not a Columban and you do adhere to all these beliefs then you should probably change your school to Columba's.
During our class 10 graduation all those who had gone against the Bible were awarded by the name of their respective girls whose name they had made viral in their school being written on a blackboard. So approximately 200 names of girls were written on one blackboard and the photo was posted on Facebook for everyone to see. So I am warning you all right now, dont even try to defy these beliefs.
As for me , I have already paid the price.

Girl Problem

Due to studying in a boy's school for more than  11 years there is a problem i am facing and considering that i am a teenager its a life threatening problem. GIRL PROBLEM.
What would a typical boy from a pure breed school of guys do when he is made to stand in front of any girl, fat or size 0? Mos of them would shy away and most probably just stand speechless or run away like a girl. I am not that kind but i do  known many like that from my school. I can easily talk to girls and make a comfortable conversation. Then you may ask what is the LIFE THREATENING problem i am facing?
I don't understand this opposite gender. It is quite a fact that no one can understand this opposite gender and well,that is my problem... I cant , at all , understand how the mind of women work. Sometimes they are angels while sometimes they become demons who eat you till your respect or soul remains. They shatter you into pieces making you do anything. Its evil, really evil.
I really thank my parents that they sent me to a boys asylum and not to a coed. I am so happy that i didn't have to face these life sucking leeches when i was a child or i would have been  alive to write this post right now. The problem my parents did was sending me to a tution class in class 7. It all started there. Not exactly class 7 cause when i was in that grade i was the typical gay student from a boys school who didn't have the nerve to ask an eraser from a girl but after a couple of months passed i got a hang of it. I believed that this species is not such a great threat, and that was the worst move i ever made. The last few months of grade 7 i started interacting to these creatures but not at a high extent, just one chat a week or something but every fatal mistake starts with a small accident. That thought of mine which was sown into my mind at the age of 11 was the first step to my own destruction. But i didn't realize it then. You see girls are like a drug- you like them in the start but only after you become an addict do you understand that you need to get rid of this thing but you just cant. That's the same with me its just that i didn't become an addict and i haven't got involved into anything stupid with this opposite sex.
Anyway, the seed implanted in me started to grow in class 8 when i went to a coaching class outside my  colony. I met new people, i met new characters and then did i get to know that i was completely detached from these colony friends of mine who i barely talked to cause i met them everyday. I wanted to talk to them, guys and the girls. The guys were easy to find but the real prey i was searching for, the girls weren't at reach. I lost hope that i then remembered the ultimate destination where everyone in this entire world stumbled upon at some time or the other - FACEBOOK.
After a few minutes of dedicated effort i found one girl amonat the group of 5 in my batch even though i was close only to this one. The only reason i even remembered her name was because she was the first  girl to ever slap me other than my mother. What happened was that we were giving a test but we all noticed was that there were two girls missing in class. Half way through the test we saw two figures enter the class with a large cake. It was the birthday of one of them and she had brought a full cake for all of us. It was being distributed and we were continuing our math test. The other girl comes to me with a slice of cake and tell me to take it. I jokingly reply that she sit and feed it to me. That's when i realized the first thing about girls - They don't appreciate jokes. She slapped me (not hard) and took the slice. Everyone In class went home with their tummy's full but mine went back empty.
I guess after an year she had forgotten all that cause she accepted the request and we started chatting. She was my only girl - friend then so i was still not that confident to talk to many girls.
The second lesson i learned was during mid September. In my grade 8 coaching class  we were going to have a bio test next week. We were all freaked out when a girl in class who i kind of had a crush on came to me and said," Hey  Niranjan, i have to attend an important function due to which i cant study for the test so can u study well and help me cheat?" I was still in shock that she was talking to me that o just kept nodding. After she had gone back to her wolf pack did i start recollecting what all she had said  and then did i understand that i had put myself in a real mess. But it was my only hope of making an impression. I went home and genuinely studied. Eager to sit beside her and help her i was damn excited. The day of the test came and i went and sat on an empty bench. Even after the question papers were given there was no trace of her. I thought she wouldn't be coming and i started fo using on the test.after few minutes did i realize that someone was budging my shoulder. She was sitting next to me. For a moment i got scared, then i calmed down and slowly moved my answer sheet towards her. The mission was successful. I showed her my complete paper and both satisfied went back home. Next week we got the results and i was stunned. The only exam i genuinely studied and out of 40 i only got a 23. I tilted my head towards the left and saw that she got 26. I was in more shocked. Her paper was a carbon coy of mine but she scores 3 marks more than me. I was disappointed with my effort but i thought she would at least be happy that she scored more than me. After our class she starred at me and in a few seconds my cheeks were red. The second girl who slapped me and this one was hard. Here i learned a new lesson - Never disappoint the expectations of a girl.
After that everything went quite fine other than the fact that this girl left the coaching a few weeks after this incident. I still hope it wasn't cause of me. In 9th i again changed my tuition class and i had come back to a my colony. Here i really started loosing my fear of girls. Even though our batch only had one girl during the first few months i was really comfortable talking to them now. I was getting a hang of it. After a few months a pack of 3 girls joined our batch who i could quickly become friends with. They were great friends and they were the only girls who i knew who hadn't slapped me. So i wasn't scared of them at all. W used to hang out , celebrated each others because birthdays in buzzard ways. They became my friends, good friends. Some of them also became my confidant who i could openly speak to. I had an amazing group of friends and i was happy but after my first term my parents unsatisfied changed my tuition again in the middle of the year to another place a bit far from my home. I was detached but still tried to remain in touch.
Then i did something which i still regret. There was this girl amongst our group who i considered as my sister. She was very caring and considerate. After some time i noticed she was rarely replying my texts. It never occurred to me that she must be having some problem or simply didn't have balance. I was in a bad mood one day and whenever i used to be in a bad mood i used to talk to her as she understood me. She knew how rp calm me down. But suddenly i got so furious cause she wasn't replying that i send her a text saying that she only cares about herself and whenever she wants something she asks me  but when I want her help she would disappear and act as u didn't even exist. I also said that she wasn't a true friend and just a fake. I knew all this wasn't true and that she really was the complete opposite to how i described her but something had gotten into me. She took it personally  and i don't blame her for that but since then i haven't received a single text from her. 2 and a half years and my best friends doesn't reply. It still upsets me but i cant do anything about it. She unfriended me on FACEBOOK and deleted my phone number. I do admit i said too much but from the next day itself i told her sorry repeatedly. Still no difference. I have tried so much but no, she wont reply. I guess i had said too much and it hurt her deep within. We were just friends but this friendship did mean something to me and because of my stupidity i lost a great friend... No, i lost a great sister. Its been 2 and a half years and I am still trying to make some kind of contact with her but i am not able to. Here i learned my 3rd lesson - Think before you say anything to girls.
The worst part about this small argument was that she ended up telling her girlfriends about this who were my friends too and due to this they all stopped taking to me.  After 3 years if hard work i had made about 7-9 girl-friends and i lost them all because of one stupid fight. Right now, one of these nine has again started talking to me and i am happy i have one good girl-friend. She was the second closest to me after this girl who i had a fight with but its fine.
So the main problem i want to address is that i don't know how to handle girls. I don't know but one fight made me loose8 friends of mine just because i don't understand this breed. Due to this i have learned the final and most important lesson of all - Keep away from this species.  
NOTE:No one is allowed to ask any questions about these people referred to in this post about their names or them including my parents and other relatives.