Merry Christmas

Ok, I am a little late but here's something.
Santa died, I hung him under Article 42 of North Arctic Law
So remember to thank your parents, yes.
And..... I won't be posting every Monday most probably once the Winter break ends, or damn, even in the middle of it because I'm in a brain stream and a I really feel I'm onto something.

So yes, Merry Christmas, (Belated) and a Happy Hannukah (Also belated).
Oh god, my timings suck.
Anyway, stay good guys. The Daitya is ONTO something and he'll be on it till the end.

I think Santa's elves want revenge....

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Killing The Killer

"After what happened in Peshawar everyone can't seem to stop complaining about what happened. Sure, it was horrible and inhuman but we can't do anything. There's no point in just shouting "Those responsible must die!"
Why do you want them to die? An eye for an eye? An eye for an eye just ends up making everyone blind....
Open your eyes. Acknowledge what happened. Pay your respect to the victims and those that suffer from their loss.
Don't curse the fact something like this happens, because it does there's only one thing we can do about it. Respect the victims
And be grateful that YOU haven't come a misfortune like what happened in Peshawar"

That's something by a friend of mine, Aradhya Khurana.
I totally agree with this. Yes, 132 lives lost, but I don't think killing the killers is the solution. After all, one does not simply bite back the dog that bit you.
Innocent lives lost. The Taliban's supposed retaliation to a military offensive. Woah. Great, kill the children of course, cowardly, and say it was all revenge?
Honestly, if Pak doesn't put an end to the Taliban in their territory after this kind of a wake-up call, I don't know what will.

But, I'm by your side.
I think the Taliban already attacked children once.
Looks like Malala became a pose of inspiration, even going on to become one of the most influential people and winning a noble prize.
You knew it Taliban, don't mess with the kids.


The schoolboy, tucked in uniform, said goodbye to his mother
Into his school he went, oblivious to the presence of another
Scaled the wall 9 cowardly men, hopes to kill the helpless,
No wonder on the Judgement, they were deemed soulless.


Once, rang the bell! Shouting warning.
The children kneeled, the children kneeled.
Twice, rang the bell! Pleading mercy.
Didn't they feel, oh, didn't they feel?


What revenge would they take,
On hearts innocent,
And intentions pure?


Whose cowardly act was this,
Whose bullets sent,
At the bodies of young?

The rain of bullets
Fell upon the brave
The pain of the fallen
Aren't shared by the ones who rave.

We're just an innocent bystander. 
All we'll do is protest
For the rulers rule, they've gotta get it right
Or coup d'état ; you know the rest

I don't have any words for this atrocity

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Imprisoned

You know, that moment, when all you want to do is shut everything out?
A fortress of solitude?
Imprison yourself?
Cause that's when nothing else matters...

Close, your ears,
So the words, can't, hurt, you...
Close,  your mind,
When your thoughts start feeling blue

Close, your eyes
When the visions disturb
Shut out the noise,
Just if the voices reverb

Don't feel the pain, cause
The November rain
Can be beared
But not
your flesh seared
 On a grill of hatred,
 So free yourself, 
 From the grasp
 Just to imprison yourself
 Till your lungs rasp

When all that glitters is gold
Shield yourself from the bold
Imprison yourself, stranglehold
For the raiders are ice-cold 

My prison might be a hellhole,
But it's my OWN hellhole
Everybody's gotta play their role
Solitude stands on a sharp pole

Shut out the world 
Hide in your bunker
For when the truth is curled
Don't trust Guthy Renker
 My fortress of solitude, it seems
 Can't hold out everything
 My soul screams
 For a moment of loneliness
 The crowd is scaring
 Me.
 I, don't react
 Just swell up inside
 Struggling to keep
 Intact
 My mind
 Shan't
 Weep

My prison is my armor
My solitude a weapon
My loneliness my shield
But my happiness?
My belonging?
Stays but a achilles heel
In the middle of the densest defence
Of imprisonment 

Signing out,

Defend the dreams, but dont just yet free them

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 
 

Do You Like Piña Coladas?

So, we all love the idea Rupert Holmes had-
You know this gal, things go a little boring for you. 
You're both looking for an ESCAPE!
You go finding the woman you really need-
To find it it's just her, the one you've known your entire life,
But never really known

So, here is my advertisement, folks (Please stop laughing it's only for the school magazine. STAHP LAUGHING!)


If you like Piña Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
If you like OCD people,
With nothing to gain
If you can handle all my trash
Write it off as who I am
Then my heart's for you to crash
Just don't be too rash

If you like being ignorant
Can handle a man depressed
And though I'm half a man
Even Imps need to be caressed
If you like the winters
Totally cold and dry
Then yeah don't hinder
Catch me in the rye

If you like the insomniacs
Coping with the pain
If you like Piña Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
If you're searching for El Dorado
In a quest of mystery
I might be but a shadow (Of myself)
The rest will be history

If you believe in unicorns
Ponies and dragons alike
If you can slide into free fall
I'm the man you call
If you like watching films at midnight
In the rest of drape
I'm the one you've been looking for
Come to me and escape

If you can stop my pain
Call this number now
If you like Piña Coladas
Getting caught in the rain

OK, I did variations and shizz but in the end it's....
Ok ya I admit it it's too cheesy but it counts as a blog post.

Signing out,

Not many people like Piña Coladas...

JustAnotheRandomGuy

A Year, a Year, a Year For The Blog!

Ach Mein Gott!
Never imagined it would come so far...
Let's see-
1568 page views!
India, USA, France, Poland, Russia, Romania, Vietnam, Germany, Ukraine, Spain, Singapore and Czech Republic!

Thank you all! It is for you that I perform, audience, cause on the web, you can say all you want, but unless there is someone hearing as good as you, we might just keep on blabbering to ourselves.

I was pretty lonely, honestly.
A lonely nihilist who found a vent to take out his trash-
But, apparently, it wasn't a vent, and it wasn't trash.

You know that terrific moment, when, you just know, someone is listening
Someone is listening on the other side!
Someone is out there
Someone
Somebody
Anybody
Appreciation followed
So, I guess.
Thanks for being such a good listener. 
Sometimes, I did imagine it myself to be empty.

"

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,   

   Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses   

   Of the forest’s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,   

   Above the Traveller’s head:

And he smote upon the door again a second time;   

   ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;   

   No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,   

   Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners   

   That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight   

   To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,   

   That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken   

   By the lonely Traveller’s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,   

   Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,   

   ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even   

   Louder, and lifted his head:—

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,   

   That I kept my word,’ he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,   

   Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house   

   From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,   

   And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward,   

   When the plunging hoofs were gone.

"

 Walter de la Mare's, The Listeners

And you did listen, yeah.
Thank you. 
Thank you.
For this madman needed a friend, and you were one in the time of need.

As Tears Go By

No more neglecting this. The blog is a part of me.

 Signing out,

I don't have anything cynical to say,...

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

Welcome To Your Lie

I don't like this world.
Yeah. But it is pretty big and shit, so I  might just see all of it before I end up leaving it.
Plus, there's the food, so...
Hypocrites. Morals and views change at a moments glance to please the masses.
There's enough reason to hate it.
Let me quote the Silver Surfer, the cosmic entity visitor who we did not greet.....properly.

"Of all the worlds I've known, of the myriads of planets upon which I've trod...

Never have I known a race so filled with fear... with dark distrust... with the seeds of smoldering violence!....
As this.... which calls itself....
HUMANITY! "

Silver Surfer, from 

Silver Surfer: When Lands The Saucer!

Mood: Bitch on Human Bitches!  

I don't like this world at all.

Phonies. Yeah, I like that word. Phonies. 

Give me a fake layer
Something to dream upon
Get the praise higher,
Cause as if there's no one to recon

I don't like this world so much, I often leave it.You know how?
I dream.
I dream of kingdoms. 
I dream of a life 
I dream of wars
Hallucinations of endless strife

I dream of success
Visions of a happy future
I dream of excess
Thoughts are but a tumor

I keep dreaming,
in a coma of endless sleep.
But how can you follow your dreams,
When you recline asleep.

Now you can dream big
You can dream small
I like to dream, but
Let's not let them turn into
Hallucinations

Something inspirational by Shonda Rhimes-

Wake up people
Let's stop dreaming

All goes wrong when you question your own existence

Just AnotheRandom Guy

 

A Friend You Thought You Knew

How can I be yellow, and still so blue?
(Just for rhymes :P)

Upon the occasion of my birthday, I wondered.
Really, the friends I never met are so much better than the ones I know physically;
A friendship starts off strong, but then comes the exploitation.
The less a person knows, the better.
I don't know-I'm never a great guy- I don't even know if I really have a friend or not...
Wolves, we are. Loyalty is the only difference. A wolf stays loyal to it's pack. Humans should learn to.
Lions, we are. Pride is the only difference. A lion holds his ego intact but not too precious to itself. Humans swallow themselves up in it.


Is it true then? The less you know me the better?
Mystery is great, then.
But do you not fear what you do not know?

Well, being a teen isn't that bad

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Frustration

Oh well, I'm over it-
But there is you know, worse things than grief-
Frustration
Trying to rationalize why the whole damn worlds pissing on you for no good reason-
Every cell of your brain screaming for mercy,
If a stranger whacked me with a car, I'd thank him for his courtesy.

On the bitter edge of reason,
On the point of no return
I can't revenge like Liam Neeson   (Okay I admit this is cheesy)
It burns!

Do this, do that!
Leave me alone for a second!
Oh yeah, I'm the rat,
I'm sure you reckoned!

Running to survive,
The voices won't stop hurting me
Into the abyss I dive..........
But it won't give back those lives.


I'm frustrated that the people I know the most and trust are not really trustworthy, and...
Well, let's just say, we (Or maybe you're lucky) all find out one day the expectations of friends.

Well, my birthday is coming up- expect a big-ass blog-post

I'm starting to forget the morals of nihilism.

It doesn't have any.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

The Grief of a Fanboy

"Oh come on, Daitya! It's just a fictional character! GET OVER IT!"

That's what I kept reminding myself. Oh, for all I knew, they would probably bring him back when they needed to, the huge money-sucking cows they are.

It all started way back in 2010, really.

You see a 7 year old, who has nothing to do. All of a sudden, he decides to buy this little (Even though it read- GIANT SIZED, on the cover, it was just 90 pages) comic book.

Origin
I'm not talking about Hugh Jackman's alcoholic "Bub" presentation of him on the big screen (Though he is a great actor). I'm always cynical about Marvel movies. And I shall stay so.

As a fanboy, you don't complain.

You don't dare to criticize each plot- you appreciate it for what it is.

You welcome the TV series as a "different take" on the titular character.

You watch the movies and forgive the bad acting and quirks here and there.

You never complain.

James "Logan" Howlett wasn't just another fictional character

He was a legend

The guy stood the test of time in Old Man Logan, Marvel's dystopian futuristic comic.

He led the X-Men when Cyclopes wasn't there.

He grew up in the late 19^th century to a uncaring mother and a pitiful father, only to be abandoned and hunted down in the Wild Canadian North in the winter (Mmmh, freezing)

He’s survived the biggest underworld on earth- Madripoor, forget Mumbai and Bangkok

His legendary healing factor, which is also seen in axolotl, has thus been dubbed Howlett

But what can I do? I think he died a great death. (SPOILER) : Overlooking the Nevada sun,

He wasn’t just a murderer

He wasn’t only the best in doing what wasn’t very nice

He was also the best at winning our hearts

James “Logan” Howlett A.K.A. Wolverine

1880-90 to 2014

Rest In Peace

“I’m the best at what I do, but what I do isn’t very nice”

Such is the grief of a fanboy, that I must endure.

Ash to ash, dust to dust

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Dread.....

11:00 A.M. 
Nizamuddin Railway Station
New Delhi
India

Bumpy's shop was a small one. But size doesn't matter, as really its utility was as a hidden entrance to the underground safe house of the gang, the Daityas. But his shop wouldn't be useful, or needed much longer. He'd already sold it, and all trace of a gang's outhouse was going to be blown up with about 5kgs of Semtex. Boom! And all of that gone. The Mafia had already paid him. He would be way out of the explosion radius before time. 
 Hmm...all those years, with the cover-up act of a wheeler, had anyone ever helped him? The ignorant policeman, the disrespecting customers, the rude nearby wheelers.

He knew they didn't deserve such a fate, but neither did he ever have a reason to save them.

As he silently smirked, he thought he might as well take one last dirty overpriced kebab roll from that guy who never ever smiled, or even thanked Bumpy for putting up his schtick. He'd seen better landlords than him. As he paid for his coffee and roll, he thought again.

What HAD he done so terrible? Nothing.

"This coffee tastes like dirt" complained Bumpy

"What do you expect? It was ground this morning." replied the shopkeeper

"YOU grounded it. You better watch your work and tongue, boy. You still owe me that 5000 you took." He added

Bumpy simply took his food and thought about that money he owed him.

None of it mattered anymore. The thought had stuck onto his mind.
Before he snuck into the dispatch sent to take him away, he quickly took his doctor’s files (He’d been diagnosed with dementia at a very early stage) and pressed the big red button.
As he was handed that big bag of cash, and dropped off at St. Anthony’s House of Medical Learning.
As he was stepping into the hospital, he was overcome with a sense of overwhelming dread.
His wife and son would be reaching the train station by 4401 when he pressed the button…...

(Don't mind the weird name. I saw a sign at a railway station, and shit happens. Namely revenge season 5: Bumpy Khanna)

I hope I'm back

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Lies

It starts with a lie
Ends with a suffering
I don't have any candor
So, instead, buffering

When the great tower was struck down
In a fear of mortality
Even the gods can lose their crown
In a fatality

"I praise thee! Oh lord!" he said
But you can't cheat a God
When vows are broken, all you are is dead,
So why such a discord?

A slip of tongue,
A click of teeth,
Respect rusts
Anger seeths

Rage Against The Machine

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 
 

Dead.

Dead.
Brain dead.
Zombie dead.

I don't wanna.
I'm LEAAAAVING!
Like everything.
Dead.
Stone dead.
This heart's dead.
I'm dead.

Killed in cold blood
Deserved it more than ever.
Keep on life as a zombie
Am I damned forever?'
My prison is not a shrieking hellhole
Nor my place of torture a lake of fire
But still a price I pay for stealing those souls
And sink deeper into this filthy mire

Even the All-powerful can have a bad day
Even a beggar can be a hero
An animal can become an human they say
A human can become an animal I know

So in the final days of Ragnorok
When all have given up hope
We all join in a merry suicide
On the orders of a pope

Dead and damned.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

War

Humanity, you'll realize, at the end, is always at war with itself.
How ironic, innit? After all we're the so called heirs to the throne of the Earth, but we deny it and slowly, take, tear ourselves apart into, a thousand little pieces.
A thousand little pieces that are yet to be stolen.

Sometimes, you know. In a moment of deep thought, doesn't everybody wish life to be a little, you know, unsophisticated?
Smooth.
Easy.
Get along with your damn lives.
Live in a state of amity.

That's where we're damn going wrong.

You see, it's the Thrill,
In the eye of the tiger.
The belly of the beast,
The fires to be warmed.
The higher the warning,
The higher the calling,
 Makes you all fight,
For a mistaken sense of glory?
Why not have more?
Why forsake the sense of greed?
The fighting spirit of a man, that compels him to fight, even though his body can take no more.
Keep on,
Until.
You.
Drown,
And,
Die.
Obruent Moritur.

Sink.
In.
Your.
So-Very-Antagonized.
Glory.
Until.
The.
Oceans.
Scream.
Vengeance.
Maria, et climatis et vindictus

Burn,
In 
An
Inferno.
Of.
Gazes.
From.
Heaven. 
And.
Hell.
Until.
The.
Insanity.
Overshadows.
Your.
Humanity.
Insania Obumbrat Humanitatis

Humanity, you realized at the start, was always at war with itself.

 JustAnotheRandomGuy

P.S.- I'm sorry for not having posted. Again, I don't need to be sorry, so anyway, 

Well, the Spelling Bee Could Sting

Walk. Walk. Ah well. Inter-House Spelling Bee. Just cause being the English Teacher's son guarantees you to hit marks, they say.

If the format stays the same, this could be my last. I've been in all editions yet from my house. We've done it once, we can do it again. Every time, my team-mates were the one that got in the way. This time N##### couldn't compete, and A##### wasn't selected.

Hmm. Given a team for the first time younger than me. Means I make the big calls. Not like they're that big. But still,there's some sense of responsibility you feel when you walk on the table with those younger faces smiling at you, those anticipating a victory have quietened, and ignorance prevails. Ever since the first spelling bee, which we won because of me, we haven't had much luck. But this is different.
This, I say,
Is Ultimatum.
I've always been the force to counter the others. And with the school , well, what you might call closest you get to a nerd, has left, I can't allow anyone to take center stage but me.

Okay. The first one that hits me is....
 
Did I ever mention our English Teacher doesn't JUST sound right?

World blurs a little. Did I tell you I kinda overdosed on Oreos? I'm Lactose Intolerant. Enough with the excuses.

See....
Loo....
Ette...
Sounds differ. I struggle. Form a crease. My mind has already revved up the engine. What seems like hours with doubt of right answer is replaced in reality by a split second decision.

S
i
l
h
o
u
e
t
t
e  
Applause.

The round is drawed.

Next round ends with us.

Cereal/Serial they say. Serial?
Serial Killer. Jack the Ripper. Things don't stay. Partner Prithvi does his stuff, and we sneak ourselves off into the next round just barely.

Last word.
Second Last Team.

They say heiress, but the word sounds so....suffocated you would say it's probably Romanian or Slavic.

I take the decision.
Example, I ask.
"The heiress ascended the throne after the king died"

Hah.
Easy win.

Applause.

I know it isn't such a big deal. But I like to do it this way. They say, their life is pretty boring.
Then go out there and make it exciting.

Go.

Declaration of freaking independence

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Mars has (R-)Evolved (Part-1)

Hmm.
Sincere blog post now.
There's been a string of useless shit at tumblr. Upsetting shit.
I cannot fathom what made them write that, but I respect an opinion as an opinion.
Why? There are rules of nature. Most importantly, Evolve, or die.

Mmkay. Let me take a stand here. I'm echelon, and I do not agree with that letter.
 
Here's the link- Bad tumblr!
Yes. They have changed. Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse. Am I one to judge them?
The "request" (Air-quote request) is absurd. There is a point to which a band can work.
Let's agree at this. Their lyrics were so much deeper at C/T - A Beautiful Lie.
I don't care. They produced great music. Some people's expectations were fulfilled, some were not. 
The setlist point is ===> madness
The setlist is the choice of the venue. They play extra, they get nothing. Venue makes them pay for extra time.
The point about merchandise stuff is shit. Please. They're growing. Enough of expectations.
Yes, there is a point about the degeneration of music. I agree that LLF+D wasn't their best effort, both musically and lyrically (Opinion)
I'll talk more nonsense later.

Hmm. Hmm. Time for salvation.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

SCFT FTW! (Plead for soccer insanity)

Well, guys!
If I haven't told you already, the Silver City Football Tournament has started!
Three Teams, Seven matches, Three and a half weeks, and my butt :P


I'm really excited, and yesterdays match ended in a 1-1 draw resulting in Extra Time and Penalties. Whew! They won 1-0 penalties. I'll keep updating this. A bracket near a player is the number of goals scored

This is it :-

Kings                Warriors            Knights
Ishaan (3)         Sneghal(2)        Tushaar (3)
Me!                   Ayuush (2)        Joy (1)
Aditya   (1)        Nehal                Nishant
Udaijeet            Karthik              Tanmay
Kabir (sub)        Vishesh (sub)(2)Sanchit (sub)




So far, the Warriors have won one match, and the Knights have lost one. (Penalty Shootout: 1-0)
Whew!

Update sees Warriors defeating Kings in a penalty shootout 2-0
TT-TT 

Team-------P----W----L----GS----GC
Warriors     2     2      0     4       4      
Kings         1     0      1     3       3    
Knights      1     0      1     1       1
 

Death By Soccer Domination

JustAnotheRandomGuy

This Vicious Cabaret

" They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway.
They say that life's a game, then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...

In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in the kitties.
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,
At least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere.
Facing their responsibilities, either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The ballet on the burning stage.
The documentary seen
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page...

There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.
Then he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endevours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.
While his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's throat.
And he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The Situation Tragedy
Grand Opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water-colour in the flooded gallery...

There's a girl who'll push but will not shove and she's desperate for her father's love
She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her host's moralities she decides she is more at ease
In the Land Of Doing-As-You-Please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrops peel and the sets give way and the cast get eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles
And the patrons and the actors too are uncertain if the show is through
And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The torch-song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings

There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
There's something here for everyone, (reserve your seat today)
There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret! "

Hmm. This post is already pretty long now.
Me and my friend are planning to make a comic book, so anyone who can help me with photoshop or converting it to a cbr file can help.

Signing out, I'm NeverDead

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Nyaah!

Dammit!
I have so much work that I just finished at the expense of valuable gaming and soccer time.
Nyaah!

I'm not doing film-making like this ya

It's so damn hard to edit.

So day after tomorrow is my biology test and I'm crapped up.
Everybody's screaming on me.

Well, I have a big 'Damn You!' back to you.

 Today i was studying for my biology paper
Apparently, I decided to put on some Carach Angren
And then I was lost unto wondering WBC's as them soldiers until i was awoken by the smell of coffee.

Nyaah!

Missed school today because of sodding headache.

Urghh.

The font keeps changing to default and I change it back to Verdana.

Frustation 

Returns as an emotion

'Cause I have a notion

Setting things into motion

Was never as bad
As this

I remember it had

A charm

Am I going barm-y?

Victim of crammy-y

-ing things into my damn head

Effing shit I WANT ALL OF YOU DEAD

MEPHISTOPHELES!

CALLS TO ME!

BELIAL!

THE LORD OF LIES!

HE CRIES!

Devourer of life and death who rule beyond time 

In thy name I shall fulfill my destiny divine 

Maha Kali, formless one, destroyer of illusion 

Your songs forever sung, the tunes of dissolution 

I struggle to form a solution

DEMOLITION!

Apart from being frustrated,here's a short preview review of 'Yudh" (i.e. war)

 

 Well....

This show is addicting. As soon as I saw the trailer, I knew I had to watch it.

First episode shows a man named Yudhisthir, or Yudh, (as his friends call him) as a construction company boss.

His hand gets injured, and he strangely suffers from a neurospychological disorder which makes his mind believe his paralyzed hand can still work

First episode also shows his hospital breaking down, and him being a savior with a french beard. 

Oh, and also he hallucinates a dwarf clown who is teasing him

And he doesn't want to die.

Man. It's addicting. It's a show about probing into the mind, and it's gonna probe into your mind as well

I can't explain this shit. Catch it every night on Sony (HD, ofc. I like HD. We all like HD)

                                        Well I'm still frustated and angry

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