Before you step in...

I remember passing through the same dates 2 years back with the same amount of consent for things I were about to indulge myself in. Sure, we have been told since the beginning of our existence that we were born to choose either of the two “professions” and everything else you did was a hobby.

I’m going to progress this one a little slow, so you understand exactly and every inch of what I intend to explain to you, please have a little patience.

We start off with absolutely nothing in our hands or minds, absolutely nothing, no doubt on that. And as we begin to know things, what they are, how many of them are there, and what exactly is it that absolutely astounds us with the blink of an eye. We keep advancing. If there is something we cannot change, is “change” itself and the sooner we realize it, the better for ourselves.

As we grow, apart from our skills and everything around the world, existent or not, we develop. We sense ourselves into what and who we are, and with time, who we want to be. Apparently, there are things, in which we discover a part of ourselves who is not as developed as it ought to be and it somehow attracts us, so deep within, that we are literally able to find a whole new “me” in it.
Let’s say, you’re 14 so far. And in about 3 years from now, or maybe 2, you will be in the same scenario I was two years ago, or say, where most of the students are right now. As much as we are told, this is the “time that is going to build or destroy” or say, “decide for the rest of your lives”. This is given the importance of a lifetime, can you believe it? It’s been just 17 years you had been in this world, and YOU are about to judge and choose for the rest of your life! ---Lie number one.

Most of us, irrespective of what we found ourselves within, are either forced or just get-into-it-coz-why-not? Some try to get it clean, try to save themselves from being judged and be decided for. Apparently, the best of the choices of what we call “life” is either being an Engineer, or a doctor. So, a 16/17 years old is being told that THIS is the only thing you can do to “survive” in this world. Or let me frame a more common statement: “I always wished to see my child as a doctor/an engineer”. Well, this is being told to a 16 years old. Who barely knows what exactly even the purpose of life is. Behold the purpose, even the meaning is still unknown. ---Lie number two.

I have been told that I am lucky, for at least I know what I want to do with my life, unlike majority of the lives. What we fail to understand is that we need to be with the time. If there is something that they have always been positive about is “saving time”. Time is the best gift of the universe, reader. And it is more important than anything, absolutely anything else in the world. But then, poor you. Your caretakers think they know what the best is for you. They are not wrong, trust me. They have had an experience of almost a lifetime.

But then, I wish for your parents to read this as well. Sir/ma’am, when you were 16 years old, did you know EXACTLY what you wanted to do with your life? Were you asked for what you had to do with your life? Right now, you have a child to take care of, do you think he knows what makes him happy?

The truth about this life is, it is not harsh at all. It is beautiful. It is as beautiful as YOU make it to be. Who does not have issues? My cover is that IF there is something that makes you see the beauty of this world. If there is something that you believe, can get you to make the people see the beauty of this life, you do not have to wait for it.

We are not even allowed to go out in the nights, called back before the sun sets down and the next thing you know, you are up for being a machine. Because all they ever knew was one way to “survive”. Entrance exams literally defining your life! Read this statement again and you will realize how much of a joke you are about to make of your life.

Dear student of 12th standard, you did not come to this world to survive. YOU CAME TO THIS WORLD TO LIVE. And just to make myself clear, your people want you to be happy, and the reason they think you will be happy with a degree, is because they see it as the only way out. But if you know an alternate reality, let them know before you step into something as real as of a lie it is.
Go around the internet, and you will find people who are engineers or doctors and all frustrated with the life they have. Or let me give you the best example, your own teachers. You know what I’m talking about, and you know how true it is. Facebook pages that tell us about how much of a shit these “degrees” are. The joke it actually on them. Idiots don’t even know what to do with their lives and in turn, they think they are not at fault.

I am an artist at heart, just like an engineer or a doctor. I wish to save lives, and make things for people too, just in a way that is a little different than how a doctor or an engineer would. Does that make me a bitter truth? Or a bad child? Or say, like I was told in the classroom, “the lowest someone could be”. Only because I find my reality in art, does it make me not worth living? Or in any case, wrong?

Dear parent, I don’t know how you don’t realize “life” the way you should (I must say nothing, I am yet too small to be in your place). Stop telling your child to do something after a degree of something he does not find himself within. Four years of manifestation and carving of an engineer, if put into 4 years of dedication and work of what we really want to be is going to give us, as well as yourselves the happiness of a lifetime.

People are going to say what they want to say, trust me. They were born with no aim, they killed the real child they had when he was in the same position as you are. They are always going to try to kill you too because they are already dead. And never have I ever heard of a dead body that understands “life”.

Two years back, I wanted to be an audio engineer, but I was not so sure about it (my fault), so like anyone else, I admitted myself into an engineering program. And believe me reader that was one of the best things that happened to me. After a semester of studies, I was all ready and set with what I wanted to do, and no, one semester is not late, not even a bit. Everyone around me knew about it, so did I. I knew exactly what one year of an audio focus would make me rather than 4 years of something I never want to see myself with. My peeps know about what I want to do with my life. I am told every day that music is a ‘hobby’ and I must take it as a hobby and just complete these 4 years of nothing then do whatever the hell it is that I want to do. And that I had no idea about life, and I was more wrong than anyone else could ever be. ----Lie number three and the worst of all.


To everyone, music, sir/ma’am is not a hobby. I don’t care if you fail to realize, it is not my fault. It is a way of life. It is who we are. If you are an artist, if you have a whole new kind of a world inside yourself, if you have a million other eyes to look at the world with, you are not stupid. And no, you don’t need to wait for 4 fucking years to be who you are. Fuck the society, fuck the world. Did you think about the society when you were in the bedroom? Or better off. I think the society produces your babies. Or pays their fees and bills. Right?

Its 3rd year of the same degree I enrolled myself with, the artist is not dead yet, will never die. I made a mistake of not being able to look at what was happening to me. I kicked myself out of my life for a whole four years. And I must admit, I am literally wasting time. But more important than that. Even if I don’t like it as much, I am into something beautiful. Craft, my friend is another word for engineering and so is art, another word for everything we do.

The only con is that instead of tomorrow, I will be recognized as an artist after a few years. I made a mistake for not knowing what I wanted to do, soon enough. So, if you’re about to apply for a college, just like anyone else, please, if not for yourself, for your people, ask yourself what you really want to be. Make sure of who you are. Work in that direction, focus yourself and don’t look back. It is not a hobby my friend, you will lose yourself in the making. And you can save yourself from going crazy, by being crazy. Life is as beautiful as you make it to be, and no. you don’t need to be an engineer to do that.

~Caveman

Possibilities Across

POSSIBILITIES ACROSS

(Dinker Gulati)

We, as human beings have several ways to interpret what life is. One might look at it as a series of junctions. These junctions represent our choices in life which lead us to our “destiny”. These junctions are the choices and decisions we have to make in our lives from time to time and on some scale we face these junctions quite often in our days; whether big or small. The turns we make at these very junctions decide our future lives, they take us one step closer to our aims and these choices are the jury and director of what we are going to become ultimately-both personally and professionally. We are ultimately manifestation of our choices. So life is easy right? Just make all the right turns. The only problem is that we can’t foresee the consequences of our actions most of the time. The junctions are full of fog and mist. It turns out to be a betting game. You have to take a judgment call and at these moments we begin to think, "What if I made a wrong turn? What if I took a wrong decision? I might not end up where I want to be?" The thought scares us, after all one can potentially “ruin” their chance at glory unknowingly with just one naive mistake…But thats the very limitation of our mental scope.

Our ideal goals and dreams are static. The paranoia on the cross-roads forbids us from the realisation of the fact that wherever we turn, whatever we do, wherever we go, our choices are the ones that make of who we are; be it the “right” ones or the “wrong” ones. I’ll go as far and say that there are no “wrong” turns; just our choices and at the end of the day they lead us to what we are meant to be rather than what we think we should be. Our every “mistake” leads us to our true destiny and whatever we do, we will eventually get there.

Irrational Fear

IRRATIONAL FEAR

(Lakshay Raja)

A caveman would fear more of his survival than his son not being what he thought of. A lost shepherd might sacrifice on killing his sheep for the rainfall from the heaven. And a teen with everything would burn his cigarettes up in a fear of his girl being with someone else. 

Nine months old Albert feared nothing. Nothing until he was introduced to the irrational fear. As the part of a case study, Albert was exposed to a white rat, briefly and for the first time. Albert showed no fear and went on playing with the little rat, poking and blocking around its paths. There was no past memory or any story his little brain could think of to arose any rational fear. 

Later, experimentalists went on making a loud noise with the hammer on a steel at the back of Albert, every-time Albert touched the white rat. Little Albert responded by crying and showing fear. Albert feared for the first time and his brain had probably something to make him aware of the danger around him. 

Irrational fear is a state that makes us react unknowingly. Of all the things we see, observe or hear, it generates thoughts that hop around until they get something to relate with. The easiest way to get a reaction out of someone is working over the irrational fears; the way media works. So if I overhear a conversation related to a serial killer on a bus and a news channel throws a related story as a news, it would get both my attention and reaction. But that is a different story.

Try not to pause yourself doing any activity just to let your thoughts wander around the past happenings. That might bring in anxiety or end up in a phobia of something. Growing up in a household you feel is not stable and constant makes you prone to seeing the world as a fearful place. 

The hammer at your back would bang all the time. Just don’t stop playing with that white rat. 

The case study doesn’t show how the white rat reacted. 

I am Albert and I am on a date with my love. The hammer at my back is banging. If I end up not being witty, if I end up crying, my white rat would leave. 

The white rat doesn’t react over the hammer, the white rat has its own disturbances.

The white rat has his own irrational fears. 

10 to the 100th power

A company equal to 10 to the 100th power

 

or maybe more. So, what do you people have in mind? What am I really going to talk about? Even I’m not sure. But forgive me, if I might hurt a couple or two, but I really feel somewhat moved by my own thoughts lately.

What exactly can a company, a leader, a brand with a power of almost 10100 units {if power (not in watts, or any other derivatives) only had one} do to/with/in a world like ours? After all, it’s all lead by humans, punch me in the face if I say anything wrong. But before a large destruction, or an attempt, there is always manipulation, building of an empire, linking, and of course, happiness. To be more precise, dependence. Our government has a control over us only because we are dependent upon it. Now, the government can generate a warfare, but what good could possibly come from it? Earlier, we had kings, and rulers. One body, million dependencies. Even though we might not see it that way, but was that secure? Or, was that *fair* in a way? I, on my part, don’t think so. Not that today’s system(s) are well-behaved, but it is still better than a single view deciding for a million of us. I mean, seeing things from different views, approaching them with different perspectives, isn’t that what an educated person does? 

Anyway, we can come to that later, but the very reason I am writing this post is because one evening (no, I’m not getting paid for writing this, just curious) I had this thought while surfing the web that everywhere I look, everywhere I see. From my TV till my Cell phone and I don’t know what more. I mean, the best from the best known tech projects are actually in the hands of a very beautiful trust. Yes, even this site you are reading this post on, was/is developed by that very interesting name. Now, in this world, I don’t think the people are actually surrounded by anything as badly as they are by Google products. I don’t mean any harm, and trust me, this name is revolution, actually! I am an intermediate (oh who am I kidding, I have a life because of Google) dependent on Google. But this thought, of a destruction gave me a little blow. And I think if this, had not occurred to Google yet, this could be a blow on the next April fool’s day maybe?  

Since we are so badly surrounded by this brand’s products and projects, Google can actually ruin everything. If only it were in wrong hands. I mean, not to worry or something but doesn’t it click when you suddenly realise that all the accounts you have, almost everything, is registered under this very name. They know what you searched in the past week, month, since the very first time. Your browser, is capable of accessing almost everything. Your phone, is totally in the hands of Google. Most of your data might be online, on your drive. Yes, this company respects privacy, but just for a moment. What if by some means, the company fell in the hands of a negative (from our view) brain? This company can actually rule us all.

Most of the advanced projects are developed by google. I actually feel safe when I read that name but if something as such happened, it’s going to be terrible. But what if Google is just a way to keep an eye on every other person? You know what I mean, a face? That could be a superb idea. What if this was some secrecy that the governments wanted to keep only to them? Like, they say we have to keep an eye on the people, but we can’t do it on-stage. We need a performer. And bam! 

Now, the reason to not be afraid of this and to be afraid of it, are exactly the same. You don’t need to be afraid of this because you know that no matter what you do, somebody is always watching you. But also, the fact that someone constantly knows about every step you make could scare some hell out of you too. 

Even if you know that you are not doing anything wrong, someone always watching you, does pinch deep. If not a lot, a little is enough to think about it. 

Having everything settled at one place is pretty nice and bug-free. But is it safe to rely on one? 

~Caveman

How EDM Is Killing Us....Question Mark.

Of course, we live in a world driven by tech but I’m quite sure your dad or mom did not copulate with a computer to produce you(unless...). The same way music was intended to be played on instruments rather than your sick, emotion-less computers. I mean, just because they’re out of their time, why should we even bother to look at Jimmy page, Hendrix or Clapton now? They were idiots, weren’t they? For spending years of their lives creating legendary tracks and having a life worth living. A life not automated by your tech shit.

Music is not just synthesis rehearse. I could count the vision too, with one person along with music, tapes, and recordings. You know singing (what? Fart noises), speaking and using machines. But is that music actually worth it? Taking two or more ALREADY RECORDED tracks, merging them at different intervals, applying filters at different points of times, creating loops worth a second or two and telling everybody that a laptop/computer and a pair of good headphones is all you need to make music? Well, yeah! For sure, because guitars, drums, cellos and every other instrument was made to just be used as a sample in a DAW for creating a few minutes of what had absolutely no brainstorming, or “work” involved? Or, shall i say, only "work" was involved?

First off, stop calling yourselves musicians, you sick pieces of computer freaks. Instead of spending time on software and automated material, try to learn to code or at least pick up a fucking instrument and get some real hands on to actually get a taste of what real music sounds like. It would be much appreciated if you actually knew what you were doning, inside-out. Need something to drive you crazy? Pick up a saxophone or buy a drum kit and get a taste of how reality sounds like. Want to experience real eargasms? Just a normal sine-bass (I hope you know what it means, if you don’t. I’m sorry, you suck as a producer.) Is never gonna work for that. Ever wondered what fender is? Gibson, Pearl? Anyone? No? I have a high enough rooftop, and you’re totally welcome. If you’re afraid to jump, let me have a hand in your fate.

I am not being paid for writing this (but you still suck) but what I hate about you people is that you think not knowing how to play any instrument and calling yourself a musician is ok. No, you don’t make music, you jizzhead! You take just a couple of algorithms, created by someone else, not even knowing what’s going on, hitting random keys on your motherfucking keyboard, and telling yourself “yeah! That sounds good! Its music!”(it does sound good sometimes, but not mostly. Most of them out there have no idea of whats happening on the back-end. This is what sucks even more. People have spent years to geet to perfection of the softwares we use today. We simply cant have 'no-idea' of it.) You fuckface, you don’t even know how to hold a motherfucking guitar and you think youre a musician? To hell with you and your sick piece of shit.
But you know what, you are not the one to be blamed. I like EDM too. But the sheer fact of focus on bringing everything at ease is simply ruining our time, money, brains and emotions. A student from 8th standard, feels like a girl’s magnet just because he is able to produce “music” like Martin Garrix. And he considers himself a musician, while he hasn’t even seen or heard Martin Garrix play an instrument (I loved your Instagram post!). He dominates his elder brother, who is in 2nd year of college just because he is proud of his “art”. A fresher in my college, who happens to be a producer himself, was asked the question “what instruments do you play?” “Keys.” Was his answer to which he was questioned if he meant the piano. He answered that he was a producer and he meant the keyboard on his laptop -_________- . I happened to ask him why he not played any instrument. And “what’s the need to?” was his answer. Don’t get me wrong. Not that I care, but you need to know how important music is. And I mean music, not the same bass drum or synth and patterns in every freaking track. You need to know what riffs, bridge and chorus are instead of using the same snare build up with pitch increment and then a drop. And what more? Copy the track from the beginning till the end of the drop, and paste it after the end of the drop. You have a track? No! It takes fucking effort to write lyrics and riffs over instruments and that dedicated time, interest and emotion that totally lacks in your “music”.

You don’t even know what’s going on behind your synth and yet you think you’re a great musician(or technician, i must say)? Do you know about co-ordination? How four (considering a band of 4) or more musicians combine to make a beautifully crafted piece of true dedication? True art? You need to understand why this is a thing of concern to everyone. People are losing art in the hands of technology and something that is not true in the form that we see it, or need to look at it. Using the same software someone else does too in a little different resonating amount does not make you a musician. It does not ease your mind. Ever wondered what your brain is when you’re playing an instrument? There’s literally fireworks going on in your brain. Whenever i am in an emotionally unstable or overloaded state, I make music or at least try to, when I feel like. And never have I ever recorded myself being eased off by my synths or beats as much as I have felt in true love with my guitar and bass. As a matter of fact, I have always been negative whenever I have tried to produce rather than play.

Im not saying that electronic music is bad, or is not good at all. Even I am an electronic musician in the making. But I think its unfair, to the musicians, as well as the coders of out software synthesizers that we, as consumers, as musicians are not respecting them enough. People are losing art in the hands of things they have absolutely NO idea about. Moreover, we are becoming business people instead of artists, and this needs to be controlled right now. I dont see a good future of artists if this keeps going on as it is right now. If it makes the picture clearer to you, you are losing 'you' in this.

There is a huge difference people. A whole different dimensional world is being given up for the sake of ease.
What would you like more? An 18 year old, playing pre-recorded tracks at different intervals or the same 18 year old putting everything he has, every bit of himself, blowing your minds with his amazing instruments, including his own production? And of course, live. You simply see what takes more out and in to a person. Or must I say, what kind of music. Of course, there is a reason why people like the famous DJs and artists are where they are. But then, there is also a reason why the DJs are not called Artists. 

~Caveman

A REVOLUTION ON ITS WAY!

A REVOLUTION ON ITS WAY!

(Sonali Bhatia)

If there's one place where 'nobody is perfect' doesn't fit in, it is the trending Fashion Industry. From tip to toe and left to right, everything needs to be perfect. Be it model’s height, style, attitude or weight. Apart from everything, for being a perfect model, measurements matter a lot in the industry. For a model, it requires a lot of hard work to be fit.

But what defines a perfect and fit model? Answer is clear -  a zero size figure. Surprisingly this only applies for our Indian Fashion Industry. The scenario in the west is a complete opposite to what we see in most of the asian fashion Industries . A curvy revolution is taking over the west. There is a remarkable rise in the demand for plus size models, as they are comfortable in their skin and are accepted. Clothes are being made and endorsed in broader range of sizes. Women are responding eagerly to the sight of models that look like real people.

Inspired from this revolutionary change in the industry, a documentary, called Straight/Curvy is also set for release next year. The documentary is directed by Jenny McQuaile; according to her the documentary follows the journey of successful curvy models.

But back home the scenario is grim. There is no single agency to handle plus size models. Moreover, these models face additional scrutiny due to the negative cultural view of fat. The concept of plus size model is very difficult to be introduced and followed by the Indian Fashion Industry as the audience over here is not ready for a full-fledged show. This is probably because fashion in India is in its beginning stage. Abroad, it's a very old industry, and they're coming up with different ways and different trends. In India plus size modelling would become a trend if you’re selling clothes for only particular target audience but not everyone would accept that.

However, we still have a long way to go. Breaking society’s norms is difficult but not impossible. A curvy revolution has already started and will continue to change the fashion industry.

HIGHWAY OF TEARS

HIGHWAY OF TEARS
(Lakshay Raja)

Twenty six year old Gloria Moody was last seen alive on October 25, 1969. Her body was found in woods near ‘Highway 16’ (Canada). Twenty years old Madison Scott vanished on the same highway on May 28, 2011. Sixteen other women (mostly between 15 to 25) have either gone missing or died mysteriously in these forty two years (1969 - 2011) in a section of this highway that stretches along 724 km. 

Eighteen possible murders in forty two years, known to be the highway of tears, the figure is claimed to be more than thirty by some. Seven bodies still haven't been discovered and the mystery of any women or girl hasn’t been solved over these four decades.

Madison Scott is the recent one to disappear. She and a group of fifty others partied, close to Hogback lake near highway 16 on May 28, 2011. That fateful night, Madison’s friends had left her alone near the lake, completely alone. There were people that were going to stay up with her. But one by one, everyone packed up and left. Everyone, but Madison.

There have been posters and boards all along or near the highway, with the stories of disappearances. There’s been forests and lakes and what not, all around and finding the bodies seem next to impossible. 

How could a serial killer of 1969, barely able to walk properly, if alive, possibly disappear somebody in 2011? There has been no community living in around the forest. 

The highway has never been closed down.

Funk with me!

So what? If there is no one to understand these things the way you do. Or the way you want them to? So what if no one can tell you what you want to hear? Something that could drive you. Something that would possibly help you. Something that could possibly make you feel the way you want to. So what?

How long are you gonna cry and complain about this shit huh? How long? How long is it gonna take for you to be fucking "normal"? How long, do you think this life of yours is gonna wait for that someone? Are you fucking ready to waste tour time and deal with something that is just nothing at all? You fucking have yourself. No one. No fucking one understands you better than yourself, you get that? Not yet. And you are no kid you dumbass. Stop fucking complaining on how no one can help you.

So what if everyone you turn to, thinks that the possible reason is the girl you just broke up with? Do they know what sitting alone and having to face the corner at all times feels like? No, right? So why do you even expect them to know this?

So what if the two “best friends” of yours are no longer in the same position anymore? Did your life stop when they leave you? Do they even care to ask you if you’re even alive, instead of making plans for a meet up?

So what if you’re having sick dreams and fucked up tracks of bullets raging through your chest? So what if you feel like someone’s hands are choking you but you can’t help it? Was anyone there to understand this before? Then how can you expect them to understand it now?

It’s better to burn out than fade away. Is it? You sick fuck. You were a give up. You quit on life. You ass. Did you not have the courage enough to see what might be there in the store for you? You left a million tears behind and telling us that it’s better to burn out. To hell with you, you depressing piece of shit.

So what if you dated someone who slept with their brother. Now it’s your best friends turn. So what? Did you think about it then? No point complaining now. You are at fault.

You see your life going nowhere? Me neither. Unless and until you stop fucking complaining and pick up that instrument. Bleed your hands to death and fuck everything. So what if no one understands you? What about those dreams, those sick dreams where you could play everything you wanted to. That melody that was gonna make history? Was there any understanding then? Then why would any be here?

What happened to those eyes which were gleaming? Which had nothing but determination? Who understood those?

Look. The people who were with you, who promised to be there with you. Who involved your family and promised to them, that they will always be there. Promised to every inch of your soul that they will never leave. They did. There was no one to hold you back then. So what if you are alone and no one understands you or says what you want to hear? Would you remember any of this in some time from now? You will be in a fucking studio when you’ll get an invite for a marriage of your two best friends. Of the people you put everything for. Of those calls that were never returned. Of those promises that were never kept. You’re gonna look at it, smile. And back to the studio. Why? Because that is where you belong. That is what everything is. That is what you’ve always wanted to be. Happy.



~Caveman

Base camp ain't the peak

Life is too fucking short to be a mediocre. I received a link from one of my friends to an article depicting how it is “Okay” to be a mediocre. You know, end up not being what you always wanted to be. Personally saying, congrats on being a failure. The world is a whole lot better without people like you and the articles like yours. 

Okay, enough said. Now what exactly is a mediocre and what vision do we really have, on being and not being one. First off, being a mediocre does not mean that you have a, what you call it, middle class life, or you have a daughter to drop off at school before going to work and you can’t afford a driver to do so, coz you know, you’re a mediocre. No! Articles telling you it’s okay to be a mediocre are nothing but pieces of shit trying to grab your attention because they have nothing better to do, and no place to go. If only the authors could have put time to not find reasons for how it’s okay to sound like a failure, but instead dedicate everything and all of themselves into doing what really makes them happy, their world could have not been a better place to live. Thats what a mediocre does, find reasons to be okay with it. 

Just for a situation, assume that you wanted to be something, say you wanted to be a businessman. You see the big picture in your head, right? Now, the next thing that comes to your mind is “How do I fucking make it there?” and you start finding answers to all the questions in your head, with a lot of charisma, enthusiasm and a desire. Because you have to be what never was! And more than anything, you need to develop a mind-set. Now, when you would have heard, watched, or read those “inspiring” people, one thing they always say is that you never give up. Or you never think about giving up or losing or what ifs and all. You see? There’s a reason why ALL of them tell you the same bloody thing. Because the moment you consider failure as your option, or a result, is the very moment you fail. Or you know, when you start considering other options, take engineering for an example. 

The way I see this life is that, take a bar, for instance.

Say it looks something like this.  

This is your life, in a bar. Now assume there is a dial, which keeps on moving back and forth horizontally in this bar.

Assume its 1/3rd of the size it looks

This dial, stops for a moment at every choice you make towards your goal. The big picture. Now, taking in mind the non-stop behavior of time, that bar above, keeps on expanding while the dial remains the same, but instead, it has an increment in the speed with which it moves. Now, every life has its ups and downs, so it would be unfair to ignore those facts too. Let’s say, the dial rotates too, in a variable phase with time. Well and good.

Now, take a green patch and a red patch. Assume that they are of variable shapes and sizes.

Take both of em a Whole lot smaller. 

Say this is it for a situation that we talk about right now. The green patch is your goal, and the red patch is the choice you made to take a step forward to your goal. With the dial rotating and moving with varying speeds, and the bar expanding constantly, these patches keep changing shapes, sizes, and are in a constant, random movement, and they keep on appearing and disappearing with time. Until and unless the dial hits red, you can’t see green and with each good red, you get a bigger green. 

So far, we have life, the goal, the stoppages, and the choices that we make to live the big picture. What we are missing right now is the black patch. Assume it to be anything, and everything. Take it to be like a pill, for example, you take one and everything around you turns black for a while, again for a variable time. And in this black, you can’t see shit. No goals, nothing. This black, is these kind of articles and all the negativity in your life that knowingly, or unknowingly propose to you the idea of a “give up”. Letting you find supporters and excuses for how it’s okay to give up on your dreams. 

With each black pill you take, the green and the red deteriorates and the bar becomes unstable, leading to a non stop dial. What I want to say is that its people and things like these that lead you to keep failure as an option. There is a lot of black out there, a whole fucking lot. You just have to stay focussed. Tell me what are the odds that RIGHT BEFORE you read that article, you were about to make a big ass decision for yourself, you know, releasing that next product or something? But when you read that crap, you made a fool out of everything you have been doing for years. Everything that you were working for, is now a total waste. I mean what if tomorrow was the day that you were about to become what you have always wanted to. But just at 11:59pm, you gave up! This is how most of us fail. 

Life is too short to be mediocre. Choose what you love and be the fucking best at it. And to me the sheer acceptance of this is too depressing. It is articles like these that are the stuff which "easily giving up" is made of. For example. He starts with superman. Then we talk about Michael Jordan and the likes of so. That seems a good progression for the article's point of view, but think about this: Michael Jordan, he spent hours and hours upon hours of his life to become what he is. Unlike superman, he wasn’t born this way. When they say he is the very best, Jordan, the reason for the same is not because nobody will ever possess the same powers. But think about it a little deeply and you will understand this: to find a guy with his build, and the decision and WILL to be better than Jordan himself is very, very less. Do u understand this? You either never start, or you die trying. 

~Caveman