KhepiAri

(Hello, it’s been a while I have penned anything for the blog, I have written many things but not worth sharing, in other words I am under the spell of writer’s block. Rather lazy syndrome as I don’t feel like doing anything. My finals are a step away and my interest from studies has vanished. Do I regret? Not one tiny bit. I had plans to write blogposts on my three trips to complete a century of my writing in month of May. But as you can see I have been negligent towards the cause. But I made a promise to myself that I would write at least one post a month. So after lot of motivation and concentration I will write about my first and only one day trip to amusement park with my classmates. If you find no photographs today, please understand my internet is troubling me and I am not in mood to stay awake whole night to upload pictures I will put them up later. But I promise the blog will go for a major change and it will be more active after my exams get over. For now the 98 th blo...

Family curse, a common used and tested theme and plot thread that runs in fairy tales, Hindi films and metaphorically used in novels. Family curses run for generations and affect every living being in the family, often gender specific and hurts the first born or last born, at times every born. Casted by witches, cursed by offended sages or a price paid for mage’s magic. Ancient and new they exist everywhere in the world. My family of satire has been cursed with certain curse for ages, the last source I could trace of this curse exists in the feet of my Maternal-Great-Grandmother. Family of satire suffers from an ancient curse which has run down in our blood and has no scope of being cured. The most effected of this curse is my dear mother and elder sister, followed by me. My grandmother to have been a victim of this curse, but strangely her granddaughter from her son has been immune to this curse. Thus it forces my mind to conclude that the bearer of the curses her daught...

When I was taught the first alphabets I had realised that education and me we would never be on friendly terms. I learned words, forgot half of them and eventually I was put to most elite school of the city. Among elites I was the fool, I struggled with words their pronunciation and spellings which I still do. I got scolded in class for being inattentive, beaten up in home for returning with half done work. I would get pointed out by teachers for my shitty handwriting which in polite language would be illegible. I always got the highest rank from bottom which often provoked me to hide my marksheets and report card; over all my education life has been a pathetic one except for my wonderful two year stay at BRPL Vid. If I had my way I would erase all my memories till grade fifth. In less than three months I shall be graduating, if my calculations are right with an average of 8.2 GPA and most probably having a place in top three in my department. When I joined English Honours I ...

(Was written on 8th March 2014, but due to internet problem I am publishing it today. So I won't change the unrefined mood in this piece of writing its the first hand chronicle of my feelings. Warning may sound repetitive and boring to few so don't scroll down {Yes Elder Sister Its meant for you, so don't read} ) I who had refrained from having any emotional attachment with my Pink College was dragged to college today by my walking mate. In this hateful relationship with my college I had taken the side of ignorance and remained in home, so after one month of abandoning my college life and zero attendance I was forced to attend my classes since last Wednesday. Today for first time in history of our college, Pink College had done something exceptional and has earned my rare appriciation.  On the occasion of International Women’s Day, our college celebrated this so called special day by screening an American-Persian collaborated Film The Stoning...

Theory of creation has various ideas some say humans were born from the reaction that happened in ether, other say we were created by certain gardener who later kicked us out, another tells we were created out from the drop of sweat or the tale of two brothers who created us with left over raw materials from their earlier creations. The most fascinating idea is the theory of creation is human were born from music. A certain deity played her drums and the beautiful vibrations created us. Music has always played a significant role in the development of culture around the world. Music is the universal link which can never be confined or separated, it spreads like forest fire. We cannot imagine a world where we have no music be it Classical or Sufi to Instrumental or Rap. We have classical music around the world which commoners don’t understand and often find boring. We have popular music which the elite discard as unrefined. Heavy metal artist are often thought as the agents of Sa...

American teenage rom-com movies end with the chase to prom night. The night which appears to be all about dancing and glitters, all the girls are in beautiful gowns and boys in tuxedos. They take limos to enjoy the time of their lives. Alas nothing of this sort happens in India other than in Kjo’s movies. Colleges in our state are hell bent to turn into a puritan allegory, so from this context prom night is a far away dream in Indian reality. Still we have our share of romantic day where we can all be beautiful and pumped to the heights. It’s not a prom night but a day to worship the goddess of wisdom. Basant Panchami is celebrated throughout the country, somewhere in more glory and others in delight. On this day my state and other states of East India celebrate Saraswati Puja. Luckily this day is not exclusive to senior year students of high-school, but an event celebrated by all. From a tyke to old lady celebrate the grace of goddess. This day is also known as the Indian Vale...

Series Name- Aghori (Arc-II) Book V -Bloodlines, Issue 9. Writer - Ram V Artist - Gaurav Shrivastav Issue 9 opens again in an occult ceremony, where hooded men offer the five elements to raise the Hashisheen (ancient Persian assassins) from the land of dead and sinners. A bald and greenish grey man raises our Antagonist for this arc.  He is branded with various marks and has yellow eyes. Our Hashisheen is summoned by a man who refuses to give his name and asks him to kill the people whose names are on the paper. He is asked to erase their bloodlines from the earth. Next pages we find a handsome Kris being pushed to tracks. A seventy year old man Avi Dada killed on his birthday followed by Big Mak. Our Hashisheen finally goes to kill his easiest and last target a baby in cradle. But as his soliloquy ends he is stabbed by Vira. Vira saves the baby while our Krona kills other of Hashisheen’s comrade on roof top and Desh killing rest on the road. Our anta...