Fairy’s fiction

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Fairy’s fiction:

       Every man is a human and so is every barbarian. What distinguishes these two, is the way they react to things and the things they react to. One such factor to discriminate them is help. A barbarian will not help you if he feels that you would grow taller than him with that help and if it happens so, he'll just ruin you...

(read b/w the lines and analyze)

Friends, comrades, and all those with spears,

Hear me for once, with sharpest ears.

From whence hath principal time began,

I come, the naked horse!

Unknown to world, and unknown of it,

He lived a lonely life.

He raced the wilds, unshackled and strong

No flags, no laurels, no frown.

Exposed he was, as defined he is,

Anodized by circumstances;

Till once he met with, one day at rocks,

A charming diabolic fox!

Nothing so luring has he seen

Than those jaded eyes!

The foxy fox inched in close

To the perplexed naked horse and said:

“Friends we are and friends we’ll live

In this ‘friendly’ world of mine”

With words of enigma, the dude of charisma

Got him christened ‘Black Beauty’

Hemlocked he was, strengthened he felt

He smelt the taste of life.

It so happened, that later in time,

Habitually he met with him.

And then the speeds increased like hell-

Worthless oceans foamed and swelled

Conscience was lost, compassion lost,

But lots and lots and lots were won!
Full fledged he grew in space and time

All he saw were checkered flags

Perfected he was, perceived for it,

For longer days and nights…

But nobody saw the schemer’s hands,

Nobody cried: “Behold, behold”

And nobody knew, the foxy fox

Had foxiest goals in the foxed up world.

The next sun rose with a different smile

All horses ready, all jockeys ready,

And also ready is the gentle fox-

Perfidious within, but still merry merry!

Storms triggered the torrential rains,

Blinding blitz showed up in skies

And thunders wrecked the country side,

To mark the race of nation’s pride!

A gunshot was heard, a rumble heard,

But all we saw was a cloud of dust-

And then we saw a streak of glow

Out came blazing ‘Black beauty’.

For once it seemed none else had a chance

But not so far was oblivion…

He crashed on, into the magical wall

Never seen of before, or after anymore.

The Mercurial Horse was smashed and bent

And curled up into and invertebrate.

So there he falls, the horse naked

Defined as exposed, anodized of purities.

All his titles and all his charm

Sublimes beyond all reclaimations.

All he heard was galloping from far-

All his opponents, grey, white and black

Churning the pre-churned clays on the way,

To touch the un-churned with an un-classy sway.

An undeserved forfeit, a death for the valiant!

The sobbing martyr, groaning in pain-

Victorious losers dragged him through streets

In the midst of the town they gathered round

Turmoil crowned and crowd profound

The foxiest fox now swirls his wand

Before the eyes of the swooning knight

Emerged lions with eternal might

From each of seven opponents bright

Surrounds the tethered goat to fight

“Behold what a pretty sight!”

Hectored and tortured, heckled along,

The martyr dies a second death!

Sleep deprived, self pitied,

Isolated from social eyes,

Leading a loony disharmonious life

Lives the horse, in shadows of night.

What goals he had, what dreams were seen!

He barely stands, no might within

A long faced ass in silent tears

No trophies of pride, no loud cheers…

And there they coalesce, the ‘he’ and the ‘I’

As defined before, in everyone’s eyes.

“I never did this for fame or attention,

All I did was to chase my passion-

I hate basking in the glory of gone years

So friends, comrades, and all those with spears,

Fire me as an offender

Mark me as an outsider

And hang me as a dictator,

For I am, I was, what you thought I was.”

-Vivek S V

Ragam spl. Disaster, free for hostelites...(Bring ur id cards)

The all hyped and arguably the biggest cultural fest in Kerala, turned out to be a slaughter-house, unexpectedly tonight. You won't believe it, but painfully yes, my dear friends, I am talking of Ragam 10! Even as I sit here and type, I can hear those atrocious booms and bangs, rite now. . .

In my view, dance is an art, and art is human; which means, art was kidnapped, and murdered openly, at the Open Air Theater. I'm glad it didn't happen elsewhere, in some congested stage, at least art could have had some final air before it died . . . I was there with a freaking 5-mega pix camera, supposed to take night photographs of a freaking Naresh Iyer show, for the media committee. Me being a person who habitually take risks, borrowed the camera from Sunith, and went on with it. Into the O.A.T, somehow managed a 9 sq inch space to stand, that too pretty close to the stage, like some 3 foot away from the ramp (didn't know the power of the media badge till then!), and I even got a hand-rest to take shake free photos( which is nothing other than a foot-support of an inverted table) . There I stood, with some 3-4 drunk men right behind me, to copy-paste some moments of the show, into a camera which has got some serious night-blindness and has no image stabilizer.

Three shots and I'm into the game. Wow man, its such a pleasurable experience to stand in a crowd and take photos, where u have to hold the camera still, and keep on changing the zoom as the guy on stage moves around, and click at the right moments of his expressions, and all this u have to do with those drunkards hanging over ur shoulders. I was getting nauseated by the ambiance! Even the camera seems to be dancing at each click- so much of blur despite being rested upon the above mentioned ARM rest. After some 10 snaps, I noticed that all those were perfectly stereotypic. Tell me, if the guy doesn't show anything new on stage, how the hell would anyone take a different photo after all? He bored the crowd lyk anything, even he looked so bored, and he says we were such a wonderful crowd, and one of the best he ever had. I was lyk Oh my God, so THAT is his caliber. . .

Being a person who respects art, I quit the O.A.T before the audience would probably hurl stones and nilkamal chairs at him. I was thinking, that I would take a break, and return an hour later, for the Choreo nite. So I did. And who knew, that disaster was awaiting?

This time again, testing the crowd patience to the extreme, it started, and me at a better position to take photos, and damn.. "CHANGE THE BATTERY PACK" - says the clicking machine. Had Suman, my co-media mate, given me his cyber-shot as was understood earlier. . . Phone calls, no response, then someone lifted it, can't hear, finally audible, fake +ve response, and then I thought, "ente talelkudi enda wandi odunno?" I chose to sit and watch (yes,I got to sit there, thanks to Media badge again). And there comes the NIT team on stage, with some kind of an assembly line formation, with one guy in white, leading, and the rest all girls in black, but wait, even in the zero light condition b4 the start, I found some familiarity . Yes, its a UV dance show. Memories from LOYOLA, my Alma mater. . .

After a few cat calls, and the lead guy shouting to switch off the lights, the show started. The whole stuff works out under two UV tubelights, and any trace of visible light would expose the non florescent material, like the ppl in black, and there actions, which would otherwise be not seen in UV. It was simply "mindBLASTING", as Russel Peters said once. Splendid effects, excellently worked out, commendable coordination- a beautiful manipulation of the art form. Two minutes into it, and the lights began to flash. I don't know how it happened, but the show was spoiled, as the lights continued their sinful indulgence . Couldn't just bear it. I thought it was a mistake, a misunderstanding  b/w the lights man and the dance crew. So I stood there, bearing the pain, till it finishes. Once the torture was over, I rushed to the water melon counter and had 2 full cups. Then we had the new team on stage. Again a UV show... The beginning was perfectly identical, like any two versions of a Kreyzig text book. Still manageable, after all uv is still uv na... But then the disaster struck again, the same disaster. The whole episode was then re-telecast: uv tubes set in front of the stage, dancers coming, the same formations, then the bloody lights start to glow, and the show ruined...

                       I couldn't bear the torture for more than 4 cycles, so I quit the show. And can you believe it, the biggest show in Kerala, and 4 dance shows ruined by a stupid lights guy?? Adding on to the list, we had NIT team finishing 3rd (out of 4 teams) in the fashion show, that too with Colleges as local as Feroqe college coming first. I dont feel like typing anymore. 

                        It was all puffed up, then punctured, such a disgrace!!!

A begginer's request

       I've heard a lot abt dis blogging and all.

       Many of my friends are already "renowned and established bloggers". I think its already high time that I started one...

        But can anybody tell me how to start off??