“It’s all good. Life’s perfect! The sun cannot shine any brighter than it already is shining. Look around yourself, Everything is so beautiful.” An everyday exchange of dialogue between my head and my conscious. What else do i want? My life don’t suck. I have everything i wanted, Everything i ever dreamt of, Everything i wished for. But this is just the start. When the morning ritual comes to an end that’s when the cracks show up on this “beautiful” castle of glass. Come afternoon and the annoying phase begins. “Why isn’t this in the right place? Just who the hell is he to tell me what to do? Oh My god! Why is there so much traffic? Why is the sun blasting heat like it’s some kind of a furnace? Just what the hell is wrong with this weather?” Understandable. Might have been a long day. Or maybe just maybe i was complaining about the right things. As much as i try to convince myself i should’ve known i was wasting my time and should’ve started praying that it was the end of it, but my god was i so wrong. Sun is setting and the evening begins. That’s when the monsters start showing up. “Is someone following me back home? Are the cops gonna stop me for speeding? Did i just commit a hit and run? Why are my co workers so ignorant? Is my boss blind for not seeing and praising me for the work i did? Just who the fuck are these people and why the fuck am i taking orders from them huh?” Jesus Christ if only you gave me the ability to stop things before reaching the breaking point, but nope you cunning bastard you had to push me didn’t you? Night settles and that’s when the paranoia kicks in and of course that son of a bitch is overdosed with insomnia because why the hell not! A state of dread so high that saying i am jaded inside would be an understatement! “Is someone trying to kill me? Why am i living alone in my house? I had a dog with me didn’t i? You know what? I have had enough with these assholes, i am gonna kill these fuckers now!” I get up to get my gun but manage to stop myself, like the whole world is pulling me away from this madness. I lie down. Push the pillow right down my ears and force myself to sleep.

Next morning i wake up, feeling as positive as anything can be. I get over with my morning ritual and in due course of time find myself in the same loop. I push myself harder and am able to get over with the day. Another day begins but the same cycle repeats. Same thing happens the day after and the day after that and the week after that and the month after that. The moment i started believing that i got used to it was the moment the true colors of me being a dumb ass fool started revealing themselves.  You see, as much as i thought i am used to it now there was but one thing that i somehow managed to ignore and that was the voices were becoming louder and louder everyday. It started feeling like the voices were me, as they slowly started taking control my actions. The Schizophrenia was real. But i still kept winning this battle against my mind. Until today. I leave my house to buy some groceries without any clue that i was packing my gun with me. In the parking lot i go near my car that’s when all hell breaks loose. I see my neighbour, real nice chap, who came near me to say hi. I don’t know what i heard or what i made of it but instead of responding i punch him right in his face. It felt like he was threatening me or maybe even insulting me. Before he could say anything i punch him again and again till he loses a few of his teeth and his mouth started bleeding. With zero control of my self i pull out my gun and aim it at his carcass. But somehow, right at that very moment, my eyes open knowing that i have taken it too far this time, i see myself aiming a gun at me. I am baffled. Shock isn’t something that can define this moment. Scared and confused i ask the unarmed me “Who are you?”And his response leaves me shellshocked. “I am you. The REAL you. I am also the guy whom you are pointing a gun at. I am also each and every single person whom you have known or not known. But i am the real them. I am the one you lock in the deepest, darkest place in your conscious. I am the one you don’t want your friends and family to see. I am the one who hides behind your 5000$ suit like a shadow, the one who is the opposite of class in your parties where you drink expensive champagne. Kid. I am the one by whom you are so scared that you decide to lock me away in a chest in some far away corner of your soul and forget about the key. But don’t be scared because after all i am YOU. The true you. And this time i broke free of that chest and have no plans to go back inside.” I hear him and then i look at my neighbour, tears dripping from his eyes saying “please don’t do this” while the “real” me stands right in front of my barrel and screams “DO IT!” Emotion, confusion, turmoil. It feels like the weight of the whole world is on my shoulders. I resist. I insist. But after a long period talking to myself. I pull the trigger.



Totally a work of fiction.




Starts in the morning, With calm winds blowing.

Birds are chirping, And the sun is glowing.

Up in the sky, The planes fly high.

Down below, It’s hot or snow.

Sometimes it rains, Which captures the frame.

Kids going to school, And teenagers acting cool.

Mom and dad go to office, And their parents believe in prophets.

Someone gets a train, To explore what remains.

A street artist plays guitar, And the theatre gives yet another rising star.

And happy plucks flowers, While frustrated jumps from another tower.

The newly weds are walking, While someone drops into another coffin.

Babies are crying, While the politicians are spying.

Doctors are trying, And armies occupying.

With so much sighing, The sun starts dying.

The moonlight’s ominous, And the streets bustle in the metropolis.

People have dinner, And someone becomes a sinner.

It’s time for bed, And the farmer shuts his shed.

It all goes silent, And sleeps the violence.

But that’s not the end, As it all begins again.

People wonder if they have another choice?

But that’s the beauty of it, it’s called the circle of life.



A 100 different languages and a thousand different accents and yet there is one thing in common. Connectivity. People connect on a daily basis with each other not just in their local vicinity but all across the world irrespective of their race, gender, caste, creed or religion. And yet words are the most lethal weapon there is. Among every language that is used on this planet English is the one thing that acts as our bridge language or the “lingua franca”. People who belong from places where english is not spoken on a daily basis let alone is necessary, learn and practice how to speak because they feel that it’ll make them feel more connected which is true by the way or maybe it has become an accepted reality at this point. But the beauty of language lies beyond the confines of English. The softness of Urdu or the cutthroat feeling of Spanish. The rigidity of Russian or the sexiness of Italian. The true beauty and connectivity lies in all these languages whether they are spoken by you or not. When you roam in the streets of Italy and hear the word “pizza” thats the very moment when you truly understand the emotion of pizza which can and is not conveyed by your local dominos or when a Russians talks about vodka, in that very moment you feel the intoxication that you will get induced with if you ever decide to consume said vodka. That’s where my point kicks in, all of these beautiful moments can and should be savoured(which they are sometimes) but instead lead up to unwanted violence, inherited racism and sexism and most importantly accent and origin superiority.


Ever wondered why we wage all these countless wars? Or why our so developed society is on the brink of collapse? We put the blame on others instead of going through our very own problems. We point fingers towards the other end of the spectrum instead of mending our own. When two countries collide with each other it’s not because of something that the prior did or something that the latter was victim of. It’s because of words that were exchanged between them that left a scar in their minds and hearts. Words are more sharp than the thorn of a rose. They can penetrate through something which is impenetrable by a .45. Words can kill they are most highly advanced and future proof weapon. More deadlier than an atomic bomb and they funny thing is everyone has equal and all rights to them and you definitely don’t need the second amendment to use them. A modern society is not one that has world dominance or is the origin of the lingua franca but is one that supports all sorts of immigration. That’s where true power lies. People tend to live in ghettos instead of merging into the society they opt and thats where the division begins and moving forward everything rips itself apart and the world starts burning. It’s good to have a bridge language and for us on earth it’s English but it’s even better to explore beyond the horizon every once in a while.

The world will be a much more joyous and happy place if we know how to turn this annihilating weapon into a canon that shoots rainbows, cats and unicorns. Free the world not by taking men’s lives but by taking their tongues(not literally). Don’t force someone into learning some language that they don’t want to. Don’t make them change the way they speak. Don’t tear them away from their origin and make them speak your language. As us human beings are more then capable of getting ourselves out of situations and always feel connected in our own way. We don’t need a change in our thoughts, personalities and how we see right and wrong based on the opinion of some other society.

“Sans Lingua Franca the world will be torn asunder and then it shall be free.” Which is true if you give it thought but isn’t necessary. Atleast for now.


*Inspired by Metal Gear and Hideo Kojima san.



Humans are a strange being. No one knows how we were created and what gave us life but accept the fact that Adam and Eve were the first human beings alive on this planet without showing much concern about who gave life to them. The funny thing though is that humanity was gifted with only one thing and that gift is your brain. The human brain is till day the most unpredictable and the most technologically advanced thing ever seen by humanity itself. But that’s not just the only thing humanity was gifted with, there is atleast one more thing and that thing is the ability to love. When these two things are combined in the right amount with the right mixture it creates a chain reaction that’s stronger than the confines of an atom bomb. We have excelled ourselves over the years and still try to 1up ourself and all of this was possible by the power of your brain. Your very own supercomputer. Now the actual question is that is it being used accordingly? Maybe. Maybe not. That’s tough to answer because theres no right or wrong when it comes to our very own thinking and mindsets. What Hitler did was in his right mind  but came up wrong for the rest of the world and that poor bastard is still paying for it whereas a mad scientist named Albert Einstein received a Nobel prize and the whole world remembers him and talks about his brilliance till date yet he was the one who basically handed us weapons of mass destruction in the form of nukes and lasers. And speaking of Einstein he once said “i know what weapons will be used in WW3 but WW4 will be fought with sticks and stones” which is known as one of the best philosophical quote but the truth is it was Einstein guilt and his regret than made him say that because even he couldn’t trust his own creation. Now tell me which one of these two is the “right” guy? For some Einstein may be while for the others Hitler will be and there are also those who either think both of them were right or both of them were wrong. The point is no one is wrong but at the same time no one is right. There is no one ultimate solution or answer. Just like a coin has two sides. It is for you to use your “gift” and figure it out and convince yourself why you feel so and then move on the world with your opinion and if you so strongly believe in it then convince people to follow that instead of fighting or pressurising them. Trust me everyone has that gift, God was kind enough to provide it to everyone so have faith in your gift and make it full of potential so that you can also be crowned as someone who has their name in the history books. Be famous or inFamous.


It took years and decades and centuries for people to figure out the true meaning of Michelangelo’s masterpiece “the creation of Adam” what back then was deduced as “God giving life to Adam” had such a deep meaning that it blew people’s minds when it’s true nature was figured. God was inside something that had the shape of the human brain that’s when it clicked to people that the actual meaning of the painting was much more than they thought. It was Michelangelo telling us that “true power comes from within our own mind” and that “consciousness is mankind’s true gift”. See? Even Michelangelo understood. Combine that with our ability to love and trust me there will be no wars, famines, poverty, racism and any other kind of differences in our species. My point is simple. The future is in your hands and the generation beyond you. But right now you are the future. So its upto you to picture and imagine a world that you want to live in and not for some “leader” to decide. You can make your own decisions and not wait for your President or King or Prime Minister to make decisions  for you. You can use all the money that you have to wage countless wars and kill millions of people or you can use it to put food on some needy’s table and educate a kid. You can use your weaponry to create mass destruction or you can spread the message of peace by surrendering them. You can rob, kill and torture people or you can educate yourself and be the peace keeper,   the watch dog of your own land. As the movie Interstellar said “love is the one thing that transcends time and space” make sure you love, love with the fullest potential of your heart and spread that love for your future generations to enjoy and appreciate. It’s upto you at this point to decide to live in a utopia or a dystopia.

God was smart huh? He gave us 2 most essential gifts but didn’t tell us how to use them.  Gave us our brain and didn’t tell us about the extreme depths it can take us to. Gave us the ability to love but didn’t teach us how to love.

Make this world your very own utopia. Live and let live. Spread the love and make sure others receive it. Think, create and adapt. And please if not for your own sake for the sake of the masterminds like Einstein, Newton, Hitler and all the others use your gifts and don’t give up on yourself and your bright side no matter what.





“A kernel panic, also known as computer death or PC death, is an action taken by an operating system upon detecting an internal fatal error from which it cannot safely recover.”

” Begin: Mounting root file system…  …

/init: /init: 151: syntax error:  0xforce=panic

Kernel panic – not syncing: Attempted to kill init!

That was the very definition of KP and below that was what possibly what the error screen will show you if  your system undergoes KP.

But is it what you see when you und3rg0 a kernel panic?

I know that question doesn’t make much sense as i cl3arly am talking about computers here and asking if it happens to you. But th1nk it through. Just because ‘kernel’ is attached to ‘panic’ it possibly cann0t mean it is limited to a c0mput3r.  At the end of the day we(humans) are no d1ff3rent from these machines.

This term fa5cinat3s me so much that i figured we can talk about it. But the twist is, instead of talking bout a computers kernel panic lets talk about 0urs.

Ever b33n in a situation that sw00p the ground from under your feet? Or a situation filled with embarrassment or f3ar? Say no, and i found a liar. We all have been there, at least once at some point in our l1fe. I, for sure have been there a m1lli0n times. And whenever that happens to us, no matter how big or 5mall it is, it takes time for us to recover from it doesn’t it? That’s our version of kernel panic, sorta. It’s that time period be7w3en that moment and us recovering from that moment. The stage where all hell breaks lose for atleast a 5pl1t  second and our system reb00ts itself to get back to it’s normal state.

Think about all the people who have been sc4rr3d by something that happened to them or something that they did. People who are 5uic1dal  or on the brink of collapse. We simply pat their 5hould3rs and claim that “they are going through a tough time” but the truth is that an internal fatal error was tr1gger3d  in them which led them to a state from which they cannot easily be r3c0ver3d. Thus, a kernel panic. it can be from anything, problem in their m0ral code(internal system issue) or through an external f0rce(a virus) which led them to this blue screen of d3ath(panic). Now, when your system undergoes something like this you tr4ck its source and depending on the source you resolve it either by yourself or through the help of an engineer or a h4cker. But which hacker or engineer helps us when we go thr0ugh the same situation? None. And that’s the beauty of it. The c0nfigurat1on within us is so advance that after living under a r0ck for a bit it reboots itself automatically. Ain’t that fa5cinat1ng? And for those who couldn’t make through it (god bless them) is probably b3c4use they were due for a software update. We have all our friends and families to help us through t1m3s like that but our recovery doesn’t happen because of their g00dw1ll but because of us realising that it’s time for us to drop the charades and 5tand back up. It’s because of us processing and logging all of that data into a server and making that s5erv3r our own honeypot. When the motherboard collapses it still has the support of the other h4rdwar3 but that support doesn’t do much for it now does it? We ourself are our engineers or hackers. We f1x ourselves. So, don’t worry if you have something within y0urs3lf that scares or embarrasses or kills you. No matter how dark or light it may be it’s upt0 you to fix it and not run away from it. That’s the only difference between these m4ch1n3s and us, an external force fixes theirs, where as we fix our own kernel panic. So don’t be 5car3d. Shut down your system, r3b00t it, update your software and trust me you’ll be good to go k1dd0.

At the end of the day, one difference doesn’t make us all that d1ff3rent  from these beloved m4ch1nes of ours. Does it?


What is real? A question that begs for an answer. If you ask me it’s just a state of mind. Everything including opinions, perspectives, statements etc. change based on the reality of the situation. But what is real in actuality? Money? Fame? Success? A big house? Cars? Come on you are bigger than that! Smart enough to understand that all of this is fake. Allow me to take you on a trip and tamper a little with your head. Oh! a statutory warning is underway from this point on. And if you are under the influence of drugs this will give you one hell of a trip.

Think about everyone you know, love and hate. Everyplace you have ever been to. Every dream you have lived. Every memory you have made. Now close your eyes and think about the one power, the one driving force, the one ultimate thing that everyone on this planet believes in, one way or another. God. It has been said, through the ages we are all his kids. But what if that isn’t true? I mean there are so many people on this planet both good and evil how can god look after so many of his kids? That’s where the reality of the situation steps in.

Imagine you and only you are gods sole creation. Created with the gift of imagination. Imagination that is so deep, so powerful it can make wonders happen. So powerful that anything no matter how big or complex can rise and stand in a matter of seconds. Now with that much power what would a being, who is alone do? You are that being and you have created this world. The world we live in. The world which consists of all your friends and family. The world we call earth. And places beyond that. Every person you have ever known, seen or met is just a figment of your imagination. Everything that has ever happened to you is part of your imagination. Just think about it. Think about the world beyond the point at which you are standing. Is it even functioning? Or will it start to function once you get close enough just like in a video game. You have created something that is bigger than yourself and is just waiting to be explored. You wanted to visit Mars when you were a kid and in just a few years you got the power to do so. And if you are thinking why didn’t that happen instantly if i wanted it to happen? Well, maybe after having so much power within yourself you decided to live normally and simply and let time be the judge of the situation instead of getting everything you want instantly. This can mean that you are the person you worship. You are the participant and the mastermind of this matrix. You are god. Maybe. Maybe not. You be the judge of that. And before you call me crazy think about the world you live in. You have even named things that do not exist. Like days, months and dates. I mean how is a Monday different from a Friday? Does the sky change its colour or scream out loud “IT’S MONDAY“? If it does I haven’t seen that then. The world is that fake. Fake enough that you need days and dates to be happy or sad, active or lethargic, joyful or pissed. So what is real then? You might get the answer to that question once you are dead but till then you will have to wait. Till then either you can believe in “I am the one who’s real” or you can stay happy with the illusion of your McChicken being real. The choice is yours.

But, if you believe that you are real then close your eyes again think about all of this and wonder. Otherwise you have all the money in the world to keep you busy right?


“Adventure” he said

“Lets go to the forest.”

We were walking in the woods

Avoiding any trouble.

Kilometers ahead into the forest

We kept on walking to look for our spot.

A roaring sound was heard

And appeared a lion.

Leaving us terrefied

Asking “are you lost?”

We said “no sir”.

“We just came for an adventure.”

Laughed the lion and said

“Thank you for my feast”.

What is Music?

Creation. Satisfaction. Rhythm. Melody. Peace. Solace. Exile.

These are a few one word answers by some people I know. but, what is music actually? These 7 words can describe it but are they enough? Are these the answers or definitions you will give once this question is asked to you? I Don’t think so.

The world we live in is filled with places to see, experiences to gather, sights to behold and people to encounter but that’s just not it. Everything to be seen and done carries a motive a meaning and a definition behind it and because of the society we live in above all else that definition matters the most as people say “if you can’t define something that’s probably because you don’t know what it is” Really man!? Get a life! It’s just funny while i am talking about definitions here i recall that recently in an exam of mine there was a question that said “Define Culture.” And i was like “how can i define that! I know what it is, duh. But really?!?”.  So, based on all of that i just wanted to see what music is? Just to get to know it more and probably even “define” it. Come on! At least i can try.

I in person listen to a lot of music. Whenever I am headed out I have my earphones on and something is rocking in full blast. When at home I play a lot of video games but even after that I listen to some more music on my television via YouTube. And I have seen a lot of people walking on the streets or in the train or in the bus with earphones on listening to something , looking at that and doing the same thing one question comes to my head “why do we do that?” I mean it’s good to listen to music at any given time but doing it everytime? Is it necessary? Or is it just another trend? I have heard people who travel long distances claiming that “no worries! I have my earphones with me” are they just listening because the road ahead is long or are they actually interested in it and pay close attention? I for one listen music for at least 8-10 hours a day and pay close attention to every syllable said and every single beat played I cannot fathom the fact of ignoring it and just listening to whatever plays. Good music and beats are what make me want to groove and forget my surrounding whereas well written lyrics and vocals make me feel connected to the singer and take me to a roller coaster of emotions and sometimes even send shivers down my spine. But do people do the same? I find it funny that I am asking all these questions  while I am writing this and yet again am listening to something. But it’s fascinating to me that something that is just rhythms and voices is an easy getaway from everything for us and is now such an integral part of our life that living without it feels impossible.

Living without it feels impossible I said but it’s not like music is something that came into existence recently. It goes way back. Before Jon Bellion “woke the f*ck up” or The Chainsmokers pulled us “closer” or before Alan walker told us that we are not “alone” while Mako was driving “into the sunset” and XYLØ was “between the devil and the deep blue sea while Poets Of The Fall were sentenced to “drama for life” for visiting the “carnival of rust”. Hell! It’s even before John Mayer was going through a “heartbreak warfare” asking “who says?” and “why Georgia?” while he was  “free fallin” and Daft Punk was going in “One more time working “harder, better, faster, stronger” Then there were the days when Billy Joel told us the tale of “The Downeaster Alexa” while singing the songs of the “piano man” whereas Laura Branigan was losing her “self control” and Elvis Presley couldn’t help but”fall in love with you”. And the funny thing is among these few artists mentioned, with their back to back hits music goes ways back. It wasn’t the rhythm and melody we love today or the EDM we rave on or even the Jazz we so fondly listen to. It was something very different something very simple and yet entertaining. Whereas what we listen to today is its evolution over time periods and yet sometimes we take it for granted which shouldn’t be the case. Who knows what it will be like 50 years from now.

Even though there is no lack of talent on the streets and in the industry the foundation was laid way before Justin Bieber or Maroon 5 or even before Michael Jackson and Frank Sinatra. And even before the genres were separated, giving music flavours of alternative, rock and punk rock, hip hop, jazz, pop etc. Etc. You get the picture. But this is just the western part. The world is a massive place with different cultures and societies and music is present everywhere. Everyone has their own take on music all over the world. Africans, Chinese, Russians, Indians to name a few.

Something that’s present among us for such a long period of time shouldn’t be taken for granted no matter what and should be respected even more than it already is. I mean our environment, our nature has a music of its own that’s probably where we got our version of music. But we prefer to listen to ours than that of nature. Music is our day to day getaway and its a glue that binds us together. People go to concerts and just get lost in the environment even ending up making new friends and celebrating this beauty. How peaceful and great is that! Music has the power to bind humanity together and the artists and composers who are behind it are nothing but rare gems filled with talent which are really hard to find. So it’s ok if you don’t like something that I do everyone is free to have choices but fighting over it and proving a point and comparing two separate entities and arguing over which is better is just plain stupid in my opinion. You have your favourite artist, I have mine that’s where it should simply end. Music is a mind state, it’s a way of life and I am glad that’s it exists. And the best part is its EVERYWHERE! We have had so many great artists in the past and we have some really good ones now and will hopefully have great ones in the future too. Legends of the industry like Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson and John Lennon to name a few didn’t die they simply became music and will always be remembered through their voices and work.

So I am pretty sure I wasn’t able to define music but I did my best to explain it I guess. The name of this post is “what is music?” That’s something with a bazillion answers but I have just one question which can be answered. What is music to you?