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The smell of outside air was refreshing to him. It felt like an eternity passed. Never did he imagine that he would forget to walk among trees or eat something besides the freedom chapatis. Viyur had changed. There were posters on the walls that looked like painted photographs. Traffic had grown immensely, with buses, bikes and auto-rickshaws. But what amazed him the most was these boxes everyone one had in their pockets. Most people were either talking to it or looking at it. Sankaran found it difficult to reach to his usual place as many of the landmarks he remembered has been now torn down or were completely different. No one had come to accompany him as well. Reaching his hometown, he went to Narayanettan; a bloke who used to sell tea in stall around the corner. The place had a few surprises waiting for him as well. A mini restaurant stood in its place. Narayanettan informed that he missed the date of Sankaran's release, on seeing him. There wasn't much excitement...

I'm an atheist. I am not an atheist who believes there is no God, rather an atheist who doesn't believe in any Gods. There is a difference. Now the reason for any rational being to be an atheist is always the same; lack of evidence to support the claim. It is the same reason why Stephen Hawkins or Kamal Haasan or E.M.S. Namboodiripad or any other atheist, is an atheist. When presented with this statement, many people have asked me to prove a God doesn't exist. Is that my duty, now? Isn't it a believers responsibility to prove to the sceptic, the existence of their claim? Well, most people say, why don't you disprove it, then. This is like me claiming that my motorcycle can fly, but only if you believe it will fly and asking you to disprove it, instead of proving that the motorcycle actually flies. Disproving a negative is impossible. It's also impossible to prove the non-existence of Santa Claus or faeries or Leprechauns or Trolls or Elves or anything out ...

Handwritten, with a Parker Calligraphy Pen. This is the elven poem about the rings from Lord Of the rings, in Black Speech of Mordor, using the Tengwar script. It says: Shre nazg golugranu kilmi-nudu Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky Ombi kuzddurbagu gundum-ishi Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nugu gurunkilu bard gurutu Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, Ash Burz-Durbagu burzum-ishi One for the Dark lord on his dark throne Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. Ash nazg durbatulûk One Ring to-rule-them-all Ash nazg gimbatul, One Ring to-find-them, Ash nazg thrakatulûk One Ring to-bring-them-all Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul and in-the-Darkness bind-them Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. The second and third line from the bottom are the ones found on The Ring.

Intro. Mark Gungor, a pastor in Wisconsin, once said women are extreme multitaskers . Men can concentrate only on a single task, finish it and then move to the next one but, a woman can do a hundred things together. I have had first-hand experience with these things as most of my good friends are women. My best friend could be talking to me over the phone, while riding a unicycle on a tightrope, juggling burning torches and doing calculus in her head all at the same time (which actually blows my male chauvinistic mind). Friends, netizens, bloggers, lend me your eyes. I come to bury women ; not to praise them. There is a chance I offend a few people with this blog post, but that's the point anyway. I really hope someone shows this to Anita Sarkeesian so that she can ban this blog for its sexist content. Let's just put the statement out there. Women are terrible drivers. They might multitask but when it comes to driving it's like someone put Digital Fortresses int...

Acrylic on Canvas

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