Charles Krinch and the white box!

The boy was running opposite the wind. His eyes cringed a bit, the dust was unsurmountable but the boy still refused to close his eyes. For he was running towards a white box with a promise for tasty treats. Every step he took towards the box made his heart filled with joy little by little. A few steps more and he would have the sweet treats that he wanted to himself. But a sound, a really unpleasant sound came out of the box that suggested that it was about to leave. The boy held his breath and started sprinting faster with each and every step. For his happiness  is about to turn away and going to get lost in the dusty wind. The boy started to slow down. His eyes were watery, his breath heavy and his unkempt face was overshadowed with gloom. For the box had disappeared and so his momentarily happiness. He looked down to his shabby toes and broken fingernails fitted in slippers that were about to expire. He turned away to his home.
                                                   
                                                               "Home"was a pretty generous word for this place. The stairs Charlie entered  through were broken. For the stair's step were never whole. The edges were jagged, some steps were missing and cracked tiles were revealing the cement underneath it. With a lump in his throat and a gloom on his dust covered face and disheveled hair, he went straight to the kitchen. Right beside the creaky shelves and dirty utensils, there was a water pot that had barely enough water to quench his thirst after his fruitless endeavor moments ago. He took a "clean" glass, and washed it a little using the water from the leaky kitchen roof . He was just going to put the glass that his hand slipped and the already unbalanced pot crashed on the floor and spread into the floor of water and broken pieces. Charlie started crying. and reluctantly opened his mouth and faced upwards towards the leaking part of the roof and had to content himself with a little stream of dirtied water. The door knocked!

"Charlie! Open the door you little worthless twerp!" a woman's voice said from the other side

" Yes mother!" Charlie came rushing to the door.

                                                      The door opened and there was a  little women in revealing clothing with cowboy boots and a nightgown. Her face was filled with make up and lipstick smeared on the side lips like some one has rubbed it. Her blond curly hair may have been enchanting once but for now it was covered with dust and dirt from the wind outside. With raging blue watery eyes and a foul breath she shouted,

" DON'T JUST LOOK BOY, I'VE BEEN WORKING ALL NIGHT! BRING YOUR MOTHER A GLASS OF WATER!"

Charlie's eyes were wide with fear  after hearing this order from Ms. Krinch. What was he to tell his mother? The pot was broken and his mother just came back working the night. With shaking hands and a little trembling feet he went into the kitchen and put the glass just below the leaked roof and watched as a thin stream of dirty, standing water filled the glass. Innocent Charlie went back to his mother and served her the glass. Surprising to him, she drank all of it and her face was the face of content. After that she thrashed his face so hard that the dark spot from the previous beating got a bit darker. But he didn't cry, for he got used to it.

" You better fix the pot before I leave for work boy!" Ms. "Candy" Krinch said to him as a transparent packet filled with a white powder fell from her purse. 

                                                                   Charlie didn't dare ask what was it. Its always there with his mother. He was curious as to what it was but the courage of asking the question already have turned into cowardice due to the repeated abuse. With that order Ms. Krinch disappeared into her shabby but feminine room with snorting sound behind the closing doors.  

                                                It was now time to find an adhesive strong enough to put the broken pieces  of the pot together. So he took some coins to the market to buy one. This time there was no hope in his steps, just fear. Fear that what might happen if he failed to fix the pot. Then he had a light-bulb moment. With a little more coin he could buy a new pot for his mother. So he turned to the pottery market and bought a nicest looking, perhaps a bit smaller pot. He was so proud with himself as of this moment. His mother will be so happy, he thought. Just when he was about to enter his door step he heard a familiar sound. A sound that filled him with a familiar feeling of joy. It was the white box of paradise. He was so excited seeing the box that in the fit of excitement he dropped the box. That destructive noise turned the joy of his face from gloom to fear to dread. Just as his head entered inside the door, his hair was pulled so hard that he got lifted like a sack of potatoes by his mother. She thrashed him around repeatedly while holding his hair and threw him across the room with so much force that some of his hair got ripped apart and got left in the abuser's hand. 
                                                                   
                                                                   While being thrashed around Charlie's mind was going in various directions.'How could she have known?', 'She  neither saw or heard the breaking of the second pot'. Just as he was thrown across the room he noticed the white powder on and around his mother's nostrils. His crack addled mother couldn't think straight and was angry like a wild animal and in the fit of rage, dropped on the jagged edges of the broken staircase. Right on her throat. She couldn't breath. Charlie too while bleeding ran towards her and started crying, trying to stop his mother's bleeding. After a few minutes of tears and blood addled choking. Ms 'Candy' Krinch died. 
                                                             
                                                                  Sitting beside her lifeless body. Charlie desperately tried to wake her up, but to no avail. Then there was a joyful sound again!

                                                                  The white box was standing right beside Charlies house. At THAT moment, Charlie forgot about his mother and almost hypnotically walked towards the the white box. A man opened the door and greeted charlie while offering him an orange Popsicle. Charlie took it and licked it with such joy and enthusiasm that he cried and hugged the man. And thus

                                                          THE END!!

Father's Day : A tribute to the BIG MAN

" So THIS Sunday is the day for the big man of our lives.

                    Because they deserve a day, Just as their wives"

Father's day, a day when we get to actually say how much we love our dad without being shouted at or complained to or given a condescending response to. Nah... I am just kidding. Fathers are as important pillars of our childhood like our mothers. Just as we get compassion and love and pacifist attitude from our moms, we get head strong attitude, strength impulsiveness from our dads. Or in my case you get both from both. And the case are reversed when we get to talk about this guy. Scott free and Big Barda!

                                        

Here Let's talk about some interesting Father's day Facts!

In most of the countries around the world, like USA, UK, India, Canada, China, France, Greece, Japan and even Hong Kong, Father's Day is celebrated on the third Sunday of June.

The person credited for inventing the concept of Father's Day is Mrs. Sonora Smart Dodd, an American whose father had raised his six children single-handedly. That's the spirit right there.#RESPECTTHYFATHER

The first American president to support the concept of Father's day was President Calvin Coolidge, who did so in 1924.

It was in the year 1966 that President Lyndon Johnson signed a presidential proclamation that resulted in the declaration of the third Sunday of June as Father's Day.

The declaration of 3rd Sunday of June as Father's Day was signed as a law, and made permanent, by President Richard Nixon, in the year 1972.

Father's Day originated in America. The first Father's Day celebration (unofficial) was held in Spokane, Washington, on 19th June 1910.

One of the most common gifts associated with Father's Day comprises of a necktie, followed by flowers. So, Can't I just buy him a beer keg?

Rose is the official flower for Father's Day. Wearing a red rose signifies a living father, while white one represents deceased father. I SHALL NEVER EVER HAVE A WHITE ROSE NEVER!! AND ROSE? REALLY??

It has been claimed by Hallmark, the renowned greeting card maker, that Father's Day makes up the fifth-largest card-sending holiday in the world.

Greeting cards make up the number one gift item on the occasion of Father's Day. So get off your ass and make one. Don't half-ass it like buying from amazon!!

It has been estimated that more than one-third of the cards sold on Father's Day are funny in nature. LIKE THIS??

 or THIS??

 or THIS

A study came up with the fact that female shoppers spend approximately 50 percent more than men, while buying gifts for their dad. HEY THAT"S NOT TRUE!! 

It is believed that the word "Dad" dates back to as early as the sixteenth century.

In Australia, the first Sunday of September is observed as Father's Day, while Finnish people celebrate the festival on the second Sunday of November. In Thailand, 5th December is observed as Father's Day every year. 

  

Trivial facts aside, fathers are amazing beyond awesomeness. Yes they complain or bitch and whine but in their hearts they want for you to be stronger and wiser and all in all, be a good person!

Why success starts with fail?

Few of our own disappointments are deadly," economist and Financial Times editorialist Tim Harford writes in his new book, Adapt: Why Success Always Starts With Failure. This may be genuine, yet we positively don't act like it. At the point when our errors gaze us in the face, we regularly discover it so disquieting that we pass up a major opportunity for the essential advantage of fizzling (yes, advantage): the opportunity to get over our consciences and return with a stronger, more intelligent methodology.

As per Adapt, "achievement goes the distance quickly altering our oversights instead of getting things right first time." To demonstrate his point, Harford refers to convincing samples advancement by experimentation from visionaries as shifted as choreographer Twyla Tharp and US Forces Commander David Petraeus.

I talked with Harford over email to dive deeper into the outlandish lessons of Adapt. What takes after is a progression of key takeaways on the brain research of disappointment and adjustment, joining bits of knowledge from our discussion and the book itself.

The Wrong Way To React To Failure

Regarding the matter of coming up short, our inner selves are the cause all our own problems. When things begin happening, our barrier instruments kick in, enticing us to do what we can to conceal any hint of failure face. Yet, these extremely typical responses — foreswearing, pursuing your misfortunes, and hedonic altering — wreak destruction on our capacity to adjust.

Refusal.

"It is by all accounts the hardest thing on the planet to concede we've committed an error and attempt to put it right. It obliges you to test a business as usual you could call your own making."

Pursuing your misfortunes.

We're so restless not to "draw a line under a choice we lament" that we wind up bringing about still more harm while attempting to delete it. Case in point, poker players who've recently lost some cash are prepared to make less secure wagers than they'd regularly take, in a hurried endeavor to win the lost cash back and "eradicate" the misstep.

Hedonic altering.

When we participate in "hedonic altering," we attempt to persuade ourselves that the error doesn't make a difference, packaging our misfortunes with our additions or discovering somehow to reinterpret our disappointments as victories.

We're so restless not to "draw a line under a choice we lament" that we wind up bringing about still more harm while attempting to delete it.

The Recipe for Successful Adaptation

At the crux of Adapt falsehoods this conviction: In a complex world, we must utilize a versatile, trial way to succeed. Harford contends, "the more mind boggling and slippery our issues are, the more viable experimentation gets to be." We can't start to foresee whether our "incredible thought" will really sink or swim once its out there.Harford traces three standards for falling flat gainfully: You need to cast a wide net, "work on coming up short" in a safe space, and be prepared to relinquish your thought in the event that you've come up short.

Attempt new things.

"Open yourself to heaps of distinctive thoughts and attempt bunches of diverse methodologies, in light of the fact that disappointment is normal."

Test where disappointment is survivable.

"Search for test approaches where there's parcels to learn – ventures with little drawbacks however greater upsides. Over and over again we tackle ventures where the expense of disappointment is restrictive, and simply trust generally advantageous."

Perceive when you haven't succeeded.

"The third standard is the least demanding to state and the hardest to stick to: know when you've fizzled."

The more unpredictable and slippery our issues are, the more compelling experimentation gets to be.

The most effective method to Recognize Failure

This is the difficult thing. We've been prepared that "diligence pays off," so it feels wrong to cut our misfortunes and mark a thought a disappointment. Be that as it may in case you're genuinely mindful and listening nearly after a "discharge" of your thought, you can't happen. Having the capacity to perceive a disappointment simply implies that you'll have the capacity to re-cast it into something more inclined to succeed.

Accumulate input.

"Most importantly, input is key for figuring out which tests have succeeded and which have fizzled. Get counsel from one individual, as well as from a few." Some callings have construct in criticism: audits in case you're in human expressions, deals and investigation in the event that you discharge a web item, remarks in case you're a blogger. In the event that the criticism is cruel, be target, "take the venom out," and scrape out the genuine counsel.

Expel feelings from the comparison.

"It's essential to be impartial: overlook whether you're ahead or behind, and attempt to take a gander at the presumable expenses and profits of proceeding from when you are."

Don't get excessively appended to your arrangement.

"There's nothing the issue with an arrangement, however recollect Von Moltke's renowned proclamation that no arrangement survives first contact with the foe. The threat is an arrangement that lures us into deduction disappointment is unimaginable and adjustment is superfluous – a sort of "Titanic" arrangement, resilient (until it hits the ice shelf)."

Having the capacity to perceive a disappointment simply implies that you'll have the capacity to re-cast it into something more inclined to succeed.

Making Safe Spaces to Fail

Twyla Tharp says, "The best disappointments are the private ones you submit in the restrictions your own particular room, with no outsiders viewing." She climbs as 5:30 AM and tapes herself freestyling for 3 hours every morning, content on the off chance that she removes only 30 seconds of usable material from the entire tape. This is an incredible illustration of a "safe space to come up short." But a hefty portion of us don't have this extravagance of time or flexibility. So how would we make this space?

Practice taught pluralism.

Markets work by this methodology, empowering the investigation of numerous new thoughts and in addition the merciless getting rid of the ones that miss the mark. "Pluralism lives up to expectations on the grounds that life does not merit living without new encounters." Try a considerable measure of things, and confer just to what's working.

Discovering "a safe space to come up short is a perspective."

Expecting that you don't work an atomic force plant as a profession, you can presumably implant some more opportunity and adaptability into your workday. Provide for yourself authorization to test out a couple off-the-divider thoughts blended in with the by-the-book thoughts.

Impersonate the school experience.

"School is a stunning safe space to fizzle. We are exploring different avenues regarding new companions, another city, new side interests and new thoughts – and we'll frequently foul up scholastically and socially accordingly. Anyway we realize that the length of we don't spoil too drastically, we'll complete school, graduate, and proceed onward – that blend of danger and security is inebriating. Yet some way or another as we develop more established 

Berserk: Manga 1st Chapter and my feelings.!!

Holy Crap Of the fiery Lord!!!

So it finally begins. I finally got my hands on the volume 1 of the critically acclaimed gore filled, gut wrenching drama and action pouring manga 'Berserk' and I am at a lost of words. So here I will review the manga page by page and will try to express my feelings however I can.

So we start with...........Guts having sex with Lindsay Lohan besides a fire!! The 1st page of the manga caught me a bit off guard, but I kinda didn't mind being a horny idiot that I am!!

It didn't matter to me much. But then the scene gets creepier when the girl turns into a demon and tries to kill your hero trying to get his freak on. Berserk...uh I mean Guts shoves his metal hands in her mouth. It sounds way nastier then it is! And then continue to blow it/her head of!! or its was the crossbow, It was definitely a crossbow. The last colored panel shows that he may have gouged it/her eyes out. Hmmm!!!:) Good time old school gore! And then the real manga begins or the manga begins for real. It shows after sex-cum-kill-the-freaking-demon-scene....hehe! CUMM!! Anyway, we see batman uh..I mean the black swordsman called Guts flinging his cape and looking back at the effed up she-demon, the scene concludes. I gotta give credit to the writers for their unapologetic chops for doing this illustration..WOOF! Then we see a nice little town, you know where finer things like slavery, prostitution and torture and other fine delights are common. We see a carriage filled with girls and children passing by Guts and to say guts doesn't give a flying fuck about them is an understatement. Enters Puck!

The cutest he/she elf in a manga I've ever seen being abused by a fat guy as a punching bag where he/she refused to get hit..OFF TO WIKIA! Oh its a HE!! Well HE is way too 'not' miserable for someone without a winnie!

Ssup Reek!!??

TEEHEE!!

  We see the kind townsfolk scared like a little bitch to do anything. Here our black swordsman enters the scene and politely asks to mess up the blacksmiths shop. And then just outta nowhere jams an arrow in the brain of the fat guy, like you know normal superhero stuff. after that, everyone around is just astounded but there is no time, Guts just shoots like Clint effing eastwood just pew pew pew...dead! Then while Puck and everyone just stunned and watching, Guts turns his attention to Hairy McDoogle while setting up his prosthetic hand-cum-crossbow and then WHOOSH!! BAM! He grooms Mr Mcdoogle into one of those tribal people from the Land of Hoohah!!

Or the hipster bully from your school that made you do his homework! :(

                                              Anyway! Guts just Jams the arrow around Mcdoogles' nose and tells him to deliver a message, "The Black swordsman is here" and he complies. Then Puck shouts" Behind you" and Guts pulls out the biggest, hardest, longest, broadest................................Sword I 've ever scene. Aside from Cloud's. So Cloud.. I mean Guts just sweeps and cuts the guy trying to backstab in half and I was like WHOOAAA!! and everyone was like 'RUN AWAY!! RUN AWAY!!' After wards Puck follows him in gratitude. But as always Guts doesn't give a flying fuck! He just pushes him away..without caring. Just at that vary moment! A shitload of soldiers come and capture him which I never got WHY he let them capture himself. Must have been a good reason coz he is BADASS. 

                            We see his body is being revelled in the delights of torture, I mean being tortured. A priest enters the room and says...well turns out the priest is actually the mayor. After being shell-shocked after looking at all the weapons Guts was carrying. That good mayor starts berating Guts about killing the kings soldiers. Then we hear the truth, the King is a cannibal and the children and women were his buffet..Ermagherd!! Thats creepy. So after the mayor leaves, puck comes and frees guts. Not that Guts appreciate it, considering he doesn't even wanna be touched. Puck flaps  his wings healing Guts. In the process of healing Puck encounters the mark and again is shunned by our badass like a Baws! Puck flies here and there and asks all kinds of questions about the mark to which Guts says...'Its a Brand'. 

                                              Here we find out how apparently heartless guts is and as an audience almost taste the anger inside him. After telling Puck that he doesn't gives a fuck about anything and just want to kill the king he touched the wound of the brand and licks the blood of it......That kinda made me a bit sick coz the artwork shows guts eyes as GODDAMN SATAN! After seeing how heartless Guts is, Puck leaves to see the horrific destruction of the King of the Koko Castle.

                                                Now we see the mayor meeting the king looking for forgiveness for Guts massacre of you know 2 people! This is the 1st time we see king, Dr Hannibal Lecter...I mean Mr Shark..OK! He looked liked a shark dining on fine human cousine with full manners and wore a snake armor. HE smells the fear out of the mayor and throws an ear out of his food at him....I dunno but that food looked very tasty!! ...eek!!

No we move back to where puck witnesses the destruction of king of the KOKO Castle! We see on the horizon that an army is coming led by a snaky figure...Oh that's king of the Koko Castle!!! With spear in one hand with someone's half cut body hanging on it. A closer look reveals that its a child!! Hollly CRAP!! Wasting no time, Guts launches his crossbow pew! pew! pew! and over half foot soldiers bits the dust. Then comes the big ass cloud sword(Sword that inspired cloud's metal hunk) and he cuts the coming horse in half. Then he turns his attention to the snake king apostle(These mixed fucks are called apostles) at the same time the snake king turns his attention to him and then shoots him with multiple awesome bolts LIKE A BOSS!!.......but there was no affect. Okay then, more bolts were shot, still no affect. Then one more bolt and pushes the snake king into a doorway.

                                                                       Now everyone is silent and Guts look at the doorway with a bit of surprise, but before he could react, a snakes take comes crashes the wall along the doorway and BAAAAAAAAAAAAM!! Rams Guts ass on the ground. Then comes a slithering condescending voice and it draws Closer and Closer and Closer.......!!Oh look, its Copperhead...or a really gamma radiated hulk like version of it. For the sake of the argument I am gonna call it Hulk-snake from now. So Hulkk-Snake draws near looking at the stunned soil soaked face of Guts, with Puck screaming like a bitch and every soldier calling it a monster hits Guts again with his tail nailing him to the wall. Hulk-Snake walks upto Guts and hangs him by his non prosthetic arm about to eat him, but Guts shoves his iron arm in the Hulk-Snakes mouth and launches a hidden cannon. The king drops...but not necessarily dead. While he is dropping, Guts takes his sword and cuts him in half. But the king is still not dead...bad luck for him! Because Guts, much like the punisher interrogates his agonizing ass about the god hand. To which the Hulk-Snake gives half baked-no-good answer. Guts then Barrages him with crossbow bolts and leaves him to die in vaporizing Agony... 

THE END!! ITS NOT FOR KIDS SO...KEEP YA KIDS OFF IT!

                                                                                                                                    

When parents don't understand.

Mind the question mark"?"

So I have been writing blogs on relevant topics about games, sex, hope and life for about 3 months now. You know, the COOL shit! I didn't even imagine that i could write anything like that let alone get the views for it but here I am. Taking names and writing blogs. What would you do when you tell your parents that but they just don't get it?

Answer : They usually don't

When you are writing something that is not valued or given any thought to by the elders of you family they are gonna step on it mostly. Its not that they don't care, its just they don't understand. Its not only that they don't understand, it's that they don't want to understand. In the end there are fights , where they seem to don't know what is internet and still try to convince us that they know more then us, and WHEN YOU POINT OUT their lack of knowledge in this particular subject then forget it! Your only option remains to haul ass and run! Or arm wrestle them to make your point!

                                            

Parents always want whats best for their kids!

In their minds they are right as rain! As rain is even right? I hate rain! Always end up showing my man boobs! But lets not get beside the point, In their minds they are literally want what's best for us and Its admirable and I approve it a lot! My parents are not tech savvy in ANY way, so making them understand is a whole lot of work. Work that should indeed come to them as a result of YOUR actions! Don't fret if they don't understand now. Be rebellious, be successful and prove them wrong. NOT THAT WRONG, They still raised to be your own man! But when your ideas are different your parents are actually the judges or your results and thats the only way to get their approval.