What difference does colour make?


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“Is that your friend?”

“Yea dad! And he is quite intelligent.”

“Well! He is dark. I can’t even see his face clearly.”

“It’s a dark photograph dad. Trust me, his face is visible enough just like his personality.”

“Where is he from?”

“He is from India.”

“Definitely not a Christian. A Muslim? Or a Hindu?”

“An agnostic probably, but yes, his ancestors are Muslims.”

“Doesn’t he look suspicious? I mean he has got a weird name. Erm… you sure you want to be friends with this guy? You are white and a Christian. Together, you guys would look like a zebra strip.” Continue reading

Horror: The last ride


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An elderly woman boarded the cab with a child, the driver was calling his last ride.
“Where to miss?” he asked.

A humming noise and a moment of silence later came a response:
“my place”.

As he glanced into the mirror to ask for it,
he saw her chewing the child’s leg. It turned out to be his last ride.

The battle of thoughts: right against the wrong ones – by Crucio Girl


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I am at a constant war with myself, but this was different. As I looked at it…

«No, Crucio, don’t do it. It’s wrong, and you know that. »

«Why shouldn’t I? It’s not that bad.» replied my subconscious.

«Don’t dare to do this. Think of the consequences

«Nothing special will happen.»

«Listen, life is very valuable, you shouldn’t spoil it. Once you do that, you are done. There is no going back.»

«I don’t care. I’m doing it.»

«No! Ok, think of the reactions of your loved ones


«Think of your parents


«Of your family


«Of your friends, your teachers


«Of yourself

«Enough! This is fucking stupid! Aren’t you over reacting?! My life won’t get spoiled by a little pill! I can control myself! And yes, I know that you are sure that I will become a drug addict! For fuck’s sake, NOPE! I will NOT!

«I guess I can’t change your mind now. But think of these people that I mentioned before.»

«What about them?»

«Imagine their reactions

«They will never learn about this.»

«Hmm, really? That’s bullshit.»

«Some of them may do. But not all of them.»

«Why are you such a person? You want to break their hearts

«Shut up. I won’t. I hope. Stop talking about others. You are trying to fool me! This decision is all mine!»

«Do you believe so? Think. You are  about  to do something stupid.»

«Enough. I heard enough bullshit.

That moment when you realise that the other side of you was correct and you were totally wrong…

-by Crucio Girl

Outrageous Reviews: Beauty & the Beast and the gay subplot


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The Disney film studio has been known for its adult- children oriented movies. That is inclusive of its ability to hide childhood fairy tales within the conundrum of adult action. Easily perceived with its latest live-action remake of “the Beauty and the Beast”. A movie and story that actually tested the patience of its makers and brought Disney to a damage control mode.

The movie which marginally contains a gay subplot, originally described as a first for a high budget children’s film, called the wrath of the conservative pundits and cinemas alike. A plot that confused the orthodox parents to the zenith. Imagine explaining to children that a film featuring a talking candle has a character who falls in love with another man. A candle and a man, weird… Continue reading

Why I re-connected to my creative self?


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It had been years. My creative self, hidden, ignored and dusted, solemnly approached, wandered from one thought to another. Waited in anticipation to be touched upon. Yet, here I laid, disillusioned, content with the course my life was embarking upon. Fooling myself with the belief that this was the focused me, aiming to reach for the skies.

Cometh summer, and I entered the university. A jolly good, breezy introvert drafted to a different city. Yet, a gnawing feeling continued filling the pit of my stomach. The feeling of emptiness, something amiss. A feeling of something I was supposed to be doing, not sure of what it was.

One month to another, hundred of books and a notebook full of doodles later. I remained illusioned, ignorant of the spark that remained absent. Continue reading

​Words of wisdom- Choose judiciously


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In the wake of quora, where the world comes together to ask questions of different kinds, there is a particular question which is asked frequently. Whether god exists? Or is god omnipotent? This question has gripped believers, agnostics, as well as atheists and people of different faith. To explain this, people have come up with various theories. One of my explanations can be found on “The Idea of god”. Continue reading

A journey back to the city where it all begin…


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Can’t breathe properly” I complained to my father. My skin itching and burning red, rashes developing on my entire body. It was the day I was supposed to travel, meant to travel back to the city where it all begin.

You want to visit a doctor? You can postpone your trip.” he suggested. 

No!” I denied. After all, I couldn’t afford to do that. To miss the chance of inhaling that nostalgic air, to travel that distorted path from where it all begin. The place where I lived it and saw it all. The isle of friendship, the sense of independence, the ilm of freedom, the irony of love, the glee of betrayal, the mending of heartbreak, unwarranted awards, levying probation… name it and it’s there.  Continue reading

What India really needs: cow protection or protection of human rights?


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I have been stunned by the alarming development in India’s political fiasco i.e. the rising vigilantism under the shed of cow protection inter alia the rise of gau rakshaks (“cow protectors”). But do we really need cow protectors? If yes, then what should cow protectors be protecting? If their pseudo-moral responsibility is limited to the protection of cows then how did this vigilantism resulted in the death of a human? Continue reading


Drawing 9: Don’t drink and drive – feat Salman Khan


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Don’t drink and drive: not everyone can afford a good advocate and an honest driver – feat Salman Khan (c) boringbug


The idea of God


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God is neither male nor female and can easily be called mother as father. Although we are still very much involved in patriarchal structures, we are swiftly moving into an era where the masculine and feminine, the patriarchal and the matriarchal, will come together in harmony. Continue reading

A piece of mind (Shout Out)


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You have ever had this everlasting feeling of being stuck between a devil and a deep sea. A series of incidents and circumstances where you feel damned if you do and damned if you don’t. A sense of being lost or being driven to a whirlwind ride destined to a place full of responsibilities you didn’t know existed.

The feeling of being dragged into nightmares resulting in sleepless nights. Nights, which do not distinguish between reality and dreams, skidding from one to another; unable to distinguish between the two? Continue reading

Mind and the radio analogy


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I happened to read an interesting piece of philosophy. As the time passed by with the dawn of the spring, it turned into an analogy between the mechanistic view and radio. Yep, a radio from the era gone by. Continue reading

How Teletubbies scare the wits out of me?


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I was accompanying my niece in her quest to buy stuff toys. Searching through various toys she brought my attention to some:

Mama, can I buy one of those?” She asked.

Of course kiddo, buy any toy of your choice. It’s a gift from your mama” I replied.

Urgh, I am not a kid anymore. I am 6 years old“.

“Do, yYou want your birthday gift or not?” I asked her sternly

Of course, I am a sweet little kid. Always!” my niece replied with a greedy smile.

Ah, kids these days! As she fumbled through some soft toys from the classic 90’s, I took a trip down my memory lane. All those good old cartoons that I had watched in my young age. Nostalgia struck. The never ending list topped by the “Tom & Jerry shows”, including names like Scooby Doo, Flinstones, Jetsons, Johnny Quest, TailSpin, Chip Munks, etc. flashed before my eyes. Surprisingly, I saw a picture of Winnie the Pooh, and sadly I remember watching a few episodes of it, too. Because yes, some girls tortured me to watch it.

But then I was reminded of the caricature of evil.

In this part of the world, people call it … “Teletubbies!”
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What is uncertainty? The uncertainty of a complicated mind.


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A Complicated Mindset – (c) Boringbug

We live in a world where literalism rules over the cogent. The world that stands divided between those who think too much and those who do not. A world comprising of a complicated and a common mind.

A complicated mind is the one which is hinged by an uncertainty factor. It leads from the intellectual assertion of a mind that is afraid to make a commitment without evaluating its pros and cons. It has a tendency to exert itself by pushing the reasons to limit while asserting what others fail to understand. These complicated mindsets are generally sceptical and tend to explore a spectrum of experiences which varies from their struggles to success.  Continue reading

Why I shall not walk this walk, but Once!


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(c) Boringbug


I expect to walk this walk,
but once,
for it will be now,
not again.

If therefore, if there can be,
any empathy, any struggle,
an act of joy
Or a ride full of pain,
a moment of kindness,
or a glimpse of success,

It shall be now or none,
for I expect to walk this walk,
but once. Continue reading

What is your mirror reflection telling you?


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Connecting with others is an excellent way to learn the importance of life. To understand what your inner-self is trying to teach you, to look from the perspective of others and to be in ‘awe’ of the wonderful journey called life.

To understand the above perspective is “what is your mirror reflection telling you” about.

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One Place at a Time, One at a Time


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A photex involving the Hydrographic Surveying Squadron took place off the Devon coast.  This was the first time that all the ships had been together in one place for sometime.

Life is not a destination, it is a journey, and with that, you come across times where you have to make important choices. Many things get thrown at you forcing you to multi-task. In fact, you are praised for doing so. You brag about it, and the people around you nod agreeing with how super powerful you are. What you are completely oblivious about though is that you are damaging your inner soul. You are hurting yourself by pushing, forcing and insisting on finishing multiple jobs at the same time.

If you just stopped and this time I really mean STOP for just a minute, breath and then put everything down you would realise that your mind is going 300 km per hour. This engine is going to shut down soon, and no matter how many times you change its oil, the millage is going crazy.

You aren’t here on this planet to be running this hard or trying to accomplish many activities just to get it done. I am not just mentioning work, school, and parenting. I can discuss many other incidents. Have you ever been on holiday and all you have done is take photos? Run here take a shot then run there take another shot without spending a second to even look around you and enjoy the place you have paid to visit? Do you not eat your food faster while you are reading or checking your phone at the same time so that you can get more done in that small period? Are you nodding right now in agreement?

Let’s stop for a minute and not rush so much. Let’s accomplish things one place at a time, one moment at a time. Stop and look around you, the trees’ the air, the clouds, and breath in your surrounding. How about just letting go of everything and just lean back on the chair without doing anything at all? Take a break for a second and just realise what you are doing every day repeatedly is harming you. The last thing you want is to turn 80 and then wonder where your life went?

Taking a vacation once a year for two weeks is just not going to cut it, and I can easily tell you why your body is too tired and cannot revive in just two weeks. Take a break every day and undertake things one at a time. Go to one place at a time.

Many meditate 15 minutes a day but if you don’t want to do that then just sit for 15 minutes every day without checking your phone, answering anyone’s request and thinking about what you are going to do next!

-Written by Jeyran Main


Jeyran is a blogger, consumer reviewer, book editor, book promoter and a freelance book translator. Her website Review Tales demonstrates her thoughts, reflections and book reviews. It can be reached here- http://jeyranmain.com.