Sadly, things just faded
No fights, no words, no acknowledgment.
I guess you became jaded.
So here’s another sentiment,
For you to notice and to get you to think
About how you abandoned ship before it started to sink.
All you wanted was better toys to play with,
At least you proved to me that love’s just another myth.
So thank you for the shitstorm you are
Now I know that people scar.
I’m fully aware of the hypocrisy of what I’m doing here, I know that my writing/blogging is in and of itself pretty mediocre but bear with me for a bit. I needed to get a rant out there.
As of late, it seems to be that being just of passable standards seems to be good enough. I’m no art critic and most of my opinions are just that, My opinions, so feel free to criticise and come to your own conclusions and whatnot regarding this whole matter but I genuinely feel that we, as a society seem to not only encourage mediocrity but to an extent, celebrate it.
It’s not bad. It’s just not good either.
With the internet becoming an essential part of daily life and the dwindling attention spans of the general public, there seems to be an oversaturation of content out there. Some of which is absolutely brilliant and some of which is pretty fucking terrible. And with more and more people trying to get their name out there and trying to get their stuff out to the masses, there seems to be a shitton of what is average. Yes, there has always been content like it out there but we seem to celebrate and settle for it as a whole now.
It’s gotten to the point where most films just seem like a formulaic cinema with a big budget and typical storyline (think of any recent mainstream superhero movie that hasn’t stuck to the usual pattern of superhero flicks) and a fair share of music just seems like rehashed same-y tunes (with what seems to be a constant trap influence recently). This entire notion of trying to appeal to the lowest common denominator, sticking to what works and avoiding any sort of risk factor or much of a personal flair to is disheartening to me. We seem to delve into only the most familiar territory with some sort of aversion to trying for original content and concepts (Obviously I don’t mean everything is copied now, there is still plenty of original, good content out there)
The people, the faces, the notes, the chords, the scenes, the characters and the words are different but they all seem to be trying to strike the same notes, trying to replicate whats been done before almost beat for beat in order to get “popular” and make it into the mainstream.
Yes, I understand, we all are entitled to our own opinion and taste is purely subjective.
I have a personal bias against trap music, it simply doesn’t appeal to me very much and I understand that there are plenty of people who are in love with the genre, that’s fine by me. I enjoy experimental and noise rock which is not everyone’s cup of tea.
Not all types music or movie or art is enjoyed universally and nor do I say that it should be. But when I see talented musicians stoop to trying to imitate and jumping on the same bandwagon in an attempt to get the hype at the cost of a mediocre performance and unoriginality because they’re worried about what the people would think. It annoys me.
It’s pretty ironic when at a time like now when we seem to be encouraging everyone to “be themselves” and “be different”, all of us are trying to adhere to this standard of sameness.
In more than enough cases, a person who is blatantly average and someone with exceptional skill are given the same recognition and admiration.
That’s alright, it’s been that way for long enough, there’s always been passable content but it’s at times like this, the skilled individual has a choice to make. Does he settle or does he keep at his originality and try and work at his craft knowing that he can get the same praise with a much lower amount of effort?
I’m tired of people settling. I don’t mind having to deal with more shitty content than ever if it means encouraging originality. How about you?
There are two friends from highschool (who shall be referred to as S.B and A.S respectively) who have always been bros. And as with all bros, we had/have our own fair share of experiences where we bro-ed out.
This is not one of those times (but also is?)
Bromance can get weird man..
It started off as a road trip to Ras Al Khaimah, (picture beaches and shit)
Simple enough, we got our stuff packed, met up at the metro and then headed out,
A.S is the driver since he’s the only one who had a valid license, I’m shotgun, I needed to pick the music and occassionally be ready to use Maps. S.B was the back seat, he handles snacks and makes sure there’s some conversation happening. We’re talking about everything, catching up on life since we were meeting after our first year of college.
It’s all chill at this time except we had to come to terms that we were lost in a quarry…
note the tractor and the general emptiness
But it was all okay, we had Google Maps, we got back on track after an encounter with some camels (encounter=almost reversing into a herd) and annoying S.B enough.
Before you knew it, we were at RAK.
It was very chill indeed.
Such beauty, so much chill vibes, a really nice place-
So Now What?
I don’t know man
We aren’t heading back
Lets keep going
And that happened, we just kept going, hit a few more emirates and just going with whatever was happening,
I specifically remember:
- Eating from a “restaurant” called Chicken Hut in the middle of nowhere.
- A very very dark tunnel
- Being tortured by Hindi Pop music
- Debating playing heavy metal while parked near a mosque
Fujairah had good vibes
But this was getting pretty pointless for something without a point.
We needed an ending point.
What we got was a phone call. It was a call from a friend who needed help. Here’s a rough idea.
Guys I’m stuck at Qudra, tires are stuck in sand
What were you doing there?
With a “friend”
So now we had an aim, we needed to get to K.V(who also happened to be underage and in a position which would probably not good to be caught by cops in)
We move, we’re on the way to Qudra Lakes, a nice oasis out in the desert, its getting late though….
We’re also almost out of fuel, we needed to head back the way we came from because there isn’t a pump anyway on the way. We go back.
We grab fuel (and more fuel from McDonalds) and we get to him, and his “friend”.
We shovel some sand, try to get some things moving, rev up the car aaaand-
They’re still stuck.
A.S and I head out, we manage to find some people who were willing to pull the car out with buggies. We tell them where to go and they go.
The view was great, but the car was still stuck
We’re not following after a while.
The tire burst. At the entrance to the lake, we can’t change tires because the rims were changed and the tire no longer fits.
K.V leaves with his “friend”, they didn’t need to be stuck and had to deal with more shit.
(Ironically, they were legit caught by cops on the way back. They cool though)
You have the mat and more drinks?
So we set up a mat, some speakers, open up fizzy sugar water and put out a few calls and decide to just sit and wait it out.
Eventually we did get help and we did manage to make it back without any drastic measures.
It was not the best of experiences but it was one hell of an experience.
At the very least, the view was brilliant.
Almost makes up for the 3 hours we were stranded
I certainly am. Are you?
In fact, I’m bored most of the time.
(If you’re here, don’t deny it)
There’s probably a million things to do (and a few that I need to do) of which I am doing none. This is not a new thing either, it’s been pretty much the one constant thing in my life but funnily enough, that’s what keeps me going.
I look out for better shit to do, rather than the same bullshit I’d have to deal with, and while I may/may not do the shit that I find that I could do, the whole process of trying to find something to do is what lands me in most situations.
Inner me pretty much everyday
But the moment I decide to do something, I gotta be occupied (what a fucking surprise!) and that means less time to observe and more of actually doing stuff. Which is not all bad, in fact it might even be necessary, doing stuff (eating, breathing and moving in general, It miiight be important).
And the moment you start doing stuff is when you realize that you’d be much better off doing other stuff, getting me started on this whole loop again. So I’m back to being bored and I’m rapidly becoming under stimulated again.
So as much of an anti-boredom advocate I am,
Embrace being bored, thats when the weird shit starts to happen.
And if it doesn’t happen, you might as well make it happen.
I recently moved into my apartment, which is where I’m going to be spending the next two years of college. I can’t really tell you how it is considering I’ve spent most of my time outside it (thus the delay in posting, just wait, there’s more coming) but I can tell you that it has been pretty chill for the most part.
For the most part.
Good Vibes and Better Coffee
I was having my coffee, to finish off a nice bowl of cereal. Staring out the window and distracting myself with my phone when suddenly, I hear a
CRACK, BAM WHOOOOOOSH.
Fuck. That was not a good combination of noises.
I look into the kitchen to see that my tap had decided to change ambitions, it wanted to be a fountain. Sadly, instead of projecting upwards, the water was being shot at an alarming rate horizontally.
I search on the floor (which was slowly becoming a kiddie pool) for tap, all the while trying not to get shot in the face by a streaming jet of water. I did find the tap, well most of it, I stuck the tap knob into the hole and it stopped.
It was done.
As I look around, assessing the damage, I hear a little shake.
CRACK, BAM, WHOOOOSH
This time, I stand the plugging the tap, calling my caretaker frantically, he shows up, runs upstairs and turns off the water supply. He then proceeds to get a knub thing which was optimal for that situation.
It was actually done.
You might need a mop, he says. (I should probably expect the water to be wet too…)
So as I start mopping away and thereby cleaning the place, I realized that there was a bright side to all this. Considering all my floor was covered in water, especially the kitchen. A lot the unexpected red dust suspended in the water seemed to make sense upon closer inspection.
I no longer have an ant problem.
I like wasting my time A LOT. In fact, most of my time is spent wasting it (this in itself being one such thing) and the way I do this is by trying to pick up a lot of random skills/hobbies or by means of the internet. Most of the time, a lot of these hobbies show up when I’m definitely supposed to be doing something else but would rather be procrastinating productively.
Around 11th grade, during my midterms I was watching a David Blaine special and thought to myself,
I can definitely do this magic shit. How hard could it really be?
I had a lot of time (ignoring the exams, OBVIOUSLY) and just the right amount of cockiness to start working on a few basic card tricks that anyone could really pick up from youtube. It was nowhere near Blaine level but I could pick up enough of his basic tricks.
So now, I had a few tricks up my sleeve.
But what if I could do more?
Well, where do I start?
And so, started the magician phase. Before I realized, I had started to pirate videos(youtube had too many amateurs teaching badly), sometimes purchase a tutorial or two from websites for magicians and generally continue down my path of having no life while also being able to do sleight of hand.
Then came a sudden onset of ego. The realization struck me when I had people staring while I practiced in my free time on the metro.
I could probably use this shit to mess around with people. And that is exactly what I did, the most basic of tricks with the right amount of patter and bullshit explanations, getting those reactions which were very similar to those as seen on TV.
Eventually, I had a little following of people asking for tricks, loving whatever half assed one I would show them, fueling my ego, which while in itself was pretty satisfying, was paired with the fact that I could be a major asshole and it was apparently completely accepted and loved. I even got to shut down other asshole hecklers (like yours truly).
How could I possibly refuse that?
So, what started off as a way to kill a few minutes had now somehow become a major part of my life and actually resulted in a few cool incidents including but not limited to
- Meeting David Blaine after his show and picking up a few tricks and a shawarma at Emirates Palace.(Even got a free deck because he thought my deck was absolute crap).
I got a card signed too, because why not?
- Meeting an entire new set of friends(many of which are my closest today) as well as cunts (who are even bigger cunts now) who were also into magic.
- Enough weird “magic” related incidents(which will show up on the blog soon enough).
- Getting money and free food by doing “performances”(which all required minimal effort) including Dubai Comicon(which was probably the peak of my obsession).
All in all, it was a pretty solid skill that is pretty much inscribed into my head now.
A lot of people still only know me as the magician (which is sad considering that it really was just a phase) even in college. But as is the case with most of my obsessions, I moved on and no longer practice anything although I do still get asked for a trick every now and then.
I do oblige, as long as I got something on me that is.
And apparently, I still got it because the reactions are still fucking awesome. So if you’re ever curious, go ahead, ask me for a trick and I’ll ask you to pick a card. But keep in mind, I’m completely aware I’m not a good magician but that sure as hell won’t stop me.
P.S Click Here if you want to see an old cringey video of a little trick from back in the day.
I’m bad at flirting.
Not bad in the conventional “saying-stupid-stuff-out-of-nervousness” or even the “too-oblivious-to-it” way. No. I’m shit in the sense where I genuinely appreciate flirting and would love to reciprocate (in some cases) but I hate doing it.
You see, being regular sort of bad where it’s the result of either being nervous, shy or unaware is common bad flirting which can work out in your favor because its just that, common. It’s a bit different when you’re stuck in my situation.
accurate depiction of me in most scenarios
Don’t get me wrong though, I flirt, even if it may not be obvious(or maybe too obvious), I do try (given sufficient motivation) and I’ve missed out when it was aimed at me on several occasions but it rarely ever does work out in my favor. This is one of those cases where it worked out….
This happened when I was back in Dubai after my third semester of college. My weight has dropped, which pleased the parents but so had my grades to counteract those effects. I was also too hairy for upper middle class Indian parents to not mention it once in a while (or every fucking second of every fucking day) but was on a mission to grow out the hair(which has begun again, but with more acceptance due to the lack of a thick beard). Eventually I caved and decided to head out for a haircut, but I didn’t want to go to the usual spot, I needed a new experience, needed seek out a new place, but above all, needed somewhere easier to walk to.
So there I was, at a self declared “trendy” hair saloon not too far from home, seated in a comfy leather chair where I’m greeted by a very immaculately dressed filipino man whose name he told me was Steve (or stheeeeve as he put it). He was to cut my hair that day.
Everything was going as expected, the regular crappy haircut that would lead to me getting IDed at every bar or club I would visit was in the making and eventually, after having enough of the silence, he decided it was time for small talk.
Now, I’m not a major fan of small talk but you don’t deny things to a man with a blade and easy access to your throat, so I obliged. It started with the usual stuff i.e. weather, life, how long have you been in Dubai etc. and then came a very offbeat compliment, nice hair, he said. Thanked him, didn’t think much of it. But then slowly, came more and more random compliments at increasingly shorter and shorter intervals. I was flattered but it was slightly weird for someone to fit into the typical gay dude stereotype that I had in my head unironically. Right?
Eventually I was offered a free hair and face wash. The inner mallu in me could not waste this opportunity. It was fair to say that he was very thorough with washing my scalp, with a little massage and everything.
But was he actually gay or just a very friendly barber? Probably not but if he was, I was definitely being hit on, but it wasn’t a bad thing to be perfectly honest.
And as he came to the end and started rinsing my hair. The conversation got to a point where he was showing me pictures of him and his ex to show me how he looked when he came to Dubai, also telling me he was gay in the process.
It was around now, when both our suspicions were confirmed. He was gay and I was definitely not. I guess I kinda led him on though.
Thanks for the free service Stheeeve but sadly, no homo.
Even though you gave me a haircut that made me look like a lesbian.