Late post:Comic Con India 2014

The three days when all your comic fantasies can come true
When you can truely "Become anybody"
When all true boundaries set by physics and math can be defied ( but within its hypothetical boundary ofcourse )
One can morp into all their childhood super hero fantasies and save the world on their own terms.
It isn't all about the the hero's either
Embracing the fact that you love comic book villians
That's another aspect of this convention
No shame in craving to be evil
Its not something anyone can pull off that easily
Super hero's wear masks
Super villans don't
They are their truest face, out in the open.

Enough of Cosplay
Let me talk more about what it really is all about
To the ones that tell their girlfriends in the parking lot, I quote " It's just like Disneyland but there's Batman and Superman instead of Micky Mouse"
All I could do is just give that guy a cold stare.
It is a convention for all comic book geeks/non geeks and otaku's alike
A place of solace for the ones who wish every day of their life was a new page on the comic book and not yet another charade of monotony and melancholy.
This is a realm of all virtuality coming to life. Its the dimensions we always wish we can escape into. Dreams do not satiate us, but these con's can.
It isn't a mandate to show up in a costume. Ones without much time on their hands can have their fair share of reality rift too. Drop by, pop a few selfies, grab a poster or two, pimp up their wardrobe with the shirts n hoodies, grab a few limited edition collectables and walk home content.
So next time u walk into a con and confuse it to be Disneyland make sure u walk in as Mickey mouse.
-sincerely yours
Hypocrite otaku Rohan xP

Tourner une nouvelle page

Hello again to the realm of virtual humans
This post is dedicated to the new phase in my life.
A little prologue before I start off,
I was a budding engineer with no idea whatsoever as to what the stream I choose would make me in the future and that's where the problem begins.
Started off in a highly reputed engineering college in town. Ise was my branch.
Reason why I picked that- well dad actually picked it for me because it was as good as Cs.
Why did I want Cs in particular- because I wanted to and still do want yo pursue a career in game design and animation.

College was great, the teachers were great, the accomplices there were great too.
Not a single reason for me to crash like I did, superficial reasons ( as my parents say, they just think I got scared and backed out  )
Almost One whole year I spent feeling lost in nothingness.
The whole world was as dead as the grass in the valleys of Alps blanketed
By the pale Popsicles of crystal precipitation.
I used to take days off from college, ride out into the country sides, trying to explore myself more, trying to figure out where i had left myself behind, alone time did help, but not well enough. I still needed someone to shed light on the right path.
I was line a banshee lost in between the nether realm and material realm.
The light I was hoping to be shed upon came quiet late, but fortunately not too late in the form of an invite by my class mate to join the art committee for a fest that was to happen during the mid of the second semester.
Surprisingly, I who had a bad habit of turning down such opportunitied agreed.
I spent a week and a half probably with a lot of strangers and familars alike.
Safe to say that was the best time I ever had in the span of one year I spent at that college.
That hit me. That pushed me out of my blockage.
Art
That was the real reason I was stuck
I din't want to become an average every day working class hero with a fixed income and a puppet to some higher ups (no offence)
I was dragon meant to soar greater hights,
Shed my shackles of a confined future,
Spread my wings and wing out a new road not taken.
Arouse a flame of my glory and have my light shed on the whole world.
I wanted to be able to give more to the world than take from it.
I din't want to Die another plain rain-smouldered name on a gravestone
I wanted to be my true self an stop pretending to be someone I would never be.

Eventually (skipping all the gory parts of the wars waged and battles won at home ) this lost soul retraced its path into a new definition called the stream of Architecture.
Where he can soar heights and spread the flame of his imaginaton the way he imagined he would.

(p.s-help me with the title please :P )

21st jan 1982, A cold pre summer morning, fogged and blissful sight, leaves bejeweled with dew drops, the song birds hum a sweet lullaby for the lovely little new born, all cozy in his mothers arms. In a town not too big, in a shabby little shack, not too nasty but content with the blessing of the new life they had just received. "A gift from the gods" said the elders, " What a beautiful little boy " said the neighboring bachelor women folk, with a slight hint of envy in their voice, " This calls for a celebration "  yelled the overjoyed head of the house. A simple celebration, the kind the house hold could afford, a huge horde of relatives and friends swarming about to eye the kid as if it were a jewel burrowed out of a deep mine. But that was what he truly was for his family, the grey shack now was bathed in a rainbow of joy and a little light of hope.

From the very first day they teach him how to dream big, making him realize that imagination has no bounds. They were already debating about what he might grow up to be. Too many expectations, too much hope.

A few more years further into his life the kid is all grown up now, he is attending junior school now, a tiny bundle of responsibility fell upon this little kid, he had a younger brother now, another little light in the family another ray of hope. But with that he also had another shoulder to bore off the carrying on of his family's legacy, they were even now. The two were a natural at grasping things, they were quick learners and if one fell short at something the other had his back, the bond of brother hood was very strong, blood thicker.

During one of their vacations their uncle came over to pay a little visit. Upon hearing that the two boys were having days off from school he decided to take them over to his place which was a City not very far from their hometown. The kids were all jumpy and excited, this was their first time stepping out of their home town. The whole holiday road trip concept was new to them, their parents got them all tidy and packed up for the little trip, the uncle was pretty well off, but god hadn't blessed his house hold with any rays of hope or bundles of joy to carry on his legacy. In a way he was their benefactor as their fathers income wasn't enough to support both of their education. The uncle hadn't visited them after his visit during the first brothers birth, but he kept helping them whenever they were in need of it. The kids knew nothing of this, they watched as their uncles gleaming vehicle arrived, the kids were somewhat awestruck they hadn't seen any motorized vehicles before, the younger one was too curious, he circled it about when it stopped, and still puzzled he asked his uncle in a silly, but kiddish cute manner " where are the horses hiding uncle ", the elder had read about these somewhere, suddenly remembering it he giggled and said " no silly its a car, it dose not need horses it is motorized". Then they settled and rode off waving goodbye to their parents.The uncle was happy to have the pleasure of being able to experience the joy of having kids. The city was a new episode in their lives, there were loads of motor cars and bikes, the roads were all asphalt unlike the muddy roads back home, only few important roads were asphalt, they were even more overjoyed by all the lights and all the bright attire of the people around, the city life seemed very much like where they belonged, they stayed for a short while there, their uncle was a pretty popular person he took them to places where most common people wouldn't be allowed to visit, the uncle turned an idol like figure, the one who they could look upto, the one who they'd set as a bench mark to reach later in life. Once they were home the boys were all buzzed up and boosted, they had a new goal, the Big city dream, every day they worked hard toward realizing it, and every night in their dreams they woke to a tomorrow where they pictured them selves in the Big City. 

They were spellbound by all the things about the cities, they were driven. 

During their play time they just boasted about their visit to the city to their peers and all the other kids listened to it as if the brothers were puppeteers, creating magic with shadows and light. 

Few more years further into their lives, the brothers graduated, they finally got the opportunity to realize their long awaited dream, joining a university in the city, their uncle supported them both, they went forth to a new phase in their lives, this was the first time they were exposed to the real world, the harshness and the dark face of the city life, teenage making them vulnerable more to the evils of  the city life, the elder had a better will, he had better judgmental skills, he knew what to do and what not, the younger on the other hand wasnt that well perped for all this, he was weaker, and wasn't always the one deciding in the past, fell prey to much of the darkness in the city, he didn't bother about his university anymore, he had his mind set only on one thing, Fun. At what cost he didn't know, neither did he bother to know. Slowly he had his head beaten back into the game by his elder brother. The elder was more a fine product of education now, a future leader.

 But the younger had learnt how to be smart, in the real world that the elder didn't let himself get exposed to too much,  the evil cunning kind the dark side had showed him how to.
They both ended up becoming their own versions of their role model, the parted ways actually, they ended up becoming like two sides of the same coin, if one was the ying the other was the yang, but business apart they stills loved each other as much as before, blood thicker still. The City dream now Realized , their own versions, their own separate paths, light and dark in synchronized harmony existed now, and their legend touched ears of far off lands finally landing back home, neither returned home though, the elder guilty that its his responsibility that the younger turned out the way he did, and the younger just guilty that he did forgot the hopes that they had for him back home, but they knew not how proud they were of their children, irrespective of the worlds perspective, they were still their beloved children, glad that they did what they found joy in doing the most, and the shack wasnt a shack anymore, both the brothers kept sending home treats under their uncle's name, the man they last saw when they entered the city, the man they knew not had passed away long ago in the very shack they were brought up, and the man they to this day idolize.