The Chronicles Of Random

“A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.”  - Lance Armstrong So it's the middle of the day, and I'm watching this new show on Netflix, the one with Karan Johar. Three episodes in of this so-so Indian Queer Eye, I'm looking at myself in the mirror and I'm laughing and thinking to myself "What the actual fuck am I doing right now? What the hell is wrong with me?". When all the depraved and self loathing thoughts were clinging on, I remembered it's almost 14th February, a day I'm extra depraved and self loathing. While I could imagine pulling an imaginary bullet from an imaginary gun into my imaginary skull, I realized it was time to revive the old blog for a new V-day chapter. The tale involves John and his wild sense of imagination. So the tale begins in a vivid dream of one of those things you've dreamt of having since you were a teenager. In John's case, it was a car (Just roll with it). It started with a flashback where John saw the

"If we can't protect the earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it" - Tony Stark WARNING:  This blogisode contains spoilers for Avengers: Endgame. So if you haven't seen it, you might want to check out some other blogisodes here :) At the time of writing, it's about 3 weeks since Avengers Endgame released. And boy oh boy, what an emotional roller coaster it was. From reconciling loss, coming to terms, and finally assembling for one last fight, this indeed felt like an epic finale . Indeed, The Biggest Cinematic Event Of This Generation . You've probably read tons of reviews like that, or more or less felt like it during the whole 3 hour run-time. But it's upto you to decide what you honestly thought about the film. So then what's the point of this impromptu blogisode? December 2018, in what seemed to be a most awaited moment about the Untitled name of the Avengers movie. And from then on, to today, it seemed like an adventure

"My love life is like a piece of Swiss cheese. Most of it's missing, and what's there stinks." — Joan Rivers Ah February! It's that time of the year where all of the restaurants, theaters and food joints are filled couples and families, and you're left binging random shows on YouTube, and Netflix. If it isn't obvious enough from the title, I hate couples. I. HATE. COUPLES. All the snuggling, toying around surroundings, and hogging of space, what's to enjoy in that? But RaGoPi, what's life without love? The journey gets better once you find somehow that syncs with your life force, and that's the beauty of the remaining journey. Have you ever been at an instance, that because of certain people enjoying their time together, with their 'motivational kindled partnership', and you end up in the short end of things? Me, plenty of times. Shoving all that joy and playfulness right in my face, while I figuratively stand in the mi

'What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.' ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Nomenclature ( no·men·cla·ture | \ ˈnō-mən-ˌklā-chər also nō-ˈmen-klə-ˌchu̇r ) can be defined as the a system or set of terms or symbols especially in a particular science, discipline, art, etc, or as the act or process or an instance of naming. Basically, what we call something/someone, to identify it/them. However have you ever had an incident wherein your name was mispronounced, or even written the wrong way (Looking at you, Starbucks)? Someone, or better yet, almost every one referred you as someone else? No, not for a few days, not a few months, but close to about twenty years?!!!? Ever wondered why names exist? With over seven billion people on earth (as of now), and rumors that everyone has close to six to seven doppelgangers, it makes sense that there needs to be some sort of system of names and checks. Something like h