Bejin Hakumei

And We're Back Again

2012-02-07T02:01:00.004+05:30

Would it be a good excuse if I said I got busy with life?
Would it be a good excuse if I said I have a boyfriend?
Would it be a good excuse if I said I was traveling around the world discovering awesomeness?

Guess not.

All lies, all lies, all lies!

Anyway, Hakumei-Sama's alter ego tried and has begun trying again.
Visit the fail at f@rt Art. Drop in expert comments, ridicule, appreciate.. whatever suits you best.

Updates shall be put up every now and then on both the blogs.
Hope I keep my word this time around cause I keep coming back here anyway. Aye?

Now and Then, Here and There

2011-07-20T23:50:00.012+05:30

As promised, here goes a little heads up on the 13 episodes' anime series, Now and Then, Here and There. Honestly, I have lost quite the urge to make this post but since a few persistent friends still want me to keep writing, I'll do this. Now and Then, Here and There (Jap: Ima, Soko ni Iru Boku) in short, is a story about a dumb-ass kid who puts everything on the line for a girl he barely knew. He is the stereotypical anime hero with all the traits you can imagine Pokemon's Ash Ketchum had. He's stubborn, idealistic, obsessive and basically.. a brat. I present this in a negative light but really, NNTHNT's lead Shu (Shuzo Matsutani) is quite the hard core. Initially, what started as a tiring kiddy episode about a dumbfuck of a kid and a really irritating, alien looking, bitch of a girl who doesn't open her mouth to this unusually loud mouthed boy, critically changed into a moral horror of sorts by the end of the series.
The series is serious. Period.
Though Shu, is himself an amusing character who if put in a series like umm.. let's say, Perman, would not really stand out much but damn, the situations he's put into would make you feel otherwise. The idiotically brave little boy meets some of the gravest decisions one could have to make in their life, but for Shu, the idealistic motherfucker, it's just a matter of stubborn outbursts of saving the weird girl with the weird name LaLaRuu, for whom he feels he is responsible for.. as a tomodachi. Sheesh. So far, so dumb, right? Right!? But no.. the series is dangerous, dark and difficult. At one point, you start to think like the characters and wonder 'if I were in their shoes, whose side would I be on?'
The first episode follows the life of Shu who is enrolled in a kendo and who "relies on his instincts" to beat his opponent. Imagine Mugen from Samurai Champloo. Yeah, Shu could be his childhood, only more on the whiter side and not that sexy. So yeah, the kid relies on his instincts, fights without even knowing where his opponent is, goes all "Men! Men! Men! Men! Men!" and... loses. Poww! But just as I said, he's stereotypical, so like normal human beings, he doesn't give up or like other vengeful fools, plot a strategy against his opponent, he just hopes he'll win 'the next day, or the next, or the day after that." Yeah, THAT's Matsutabi Shuzo. After the fail kendo practice, he walks in the city and different aspects of the city life are shown. He then notices a girl sitting on top of a smoke stack. Since there are many others in the surrounding area he climbs and sits on top of another smoke stack and like a loser, tries to strike up a conversation with the girl with dull and dead yet starkly blue eyes. He keeps yapping and talking out of his ass but the girl seems to be a person of few words. He introduces himself and asks her her name and in an inaudible voice, she, for the first time, moves her lips which form a La-La-Ru. That's her name alright but what next? Well, a weirdly sexy lady by the name Abelia suddenly appears with strange big monsters with in turn appear to be machines from the future. They come to capture Lalaru but Shu gets in the way and tries to save her, only he along with the fragile little girl with blue eyes, enters a world entirely new to him which marks the end of the first episode.

After seeing the first episode, I wasn't intrigued enough to continue with the second one. It can also be because I was staying over at my uncle's who is a stern lawgiver and wishes the lights be turned off soon after dinner. Whatever might be the case, before I watched the second episode there was quite a gap. I was sleeping off, reading.. whatever, but I didn't come back to the anime though it did stay on my mind.
So, I gathered all the patience I could, worked on my uncompromising laptop and started on with the second episode and what the fun, I didn't stop after that. In fact, there came a time, I slowed down in order to let the show run longer.

The first episode was the only happily normal episode of the series. Major themes are war and the aftermath, assault by and on children, child exploitation, rape, use of children in the army, torture, mass murder.

Now and Then, Here and There is a short and crisp anime series talking about some very serious issues that come with war without really showing the willingness to mark outlines around it and by just stating things as they are. The series has all the shades of white, black and grey. It's about making decisions and dealing with the consequences. Difficult, tiring and extremely powerful, is what this anime really is. I don't remember having seen a more powerful anime than this. I have seen war animes but not one like this.
The characters are not what you can call memorable but while it lasts, you come to form a bond with them. You see Spike Spiegel and you wish to be cool like him, smoke cigarettes and be a one woman man but you will not feel like being Shu or Lalaru or Nabucca, or Hamudo, Boo, Sara, Abelia or Sis. They're all in pain, have difficult choices to make that so real that you'd rather live your own life than ask for theirs. And it's true, the words that come out of those animated characters' are full of purpose. With an eerie feel and strong use of imagery, the series comes off as not only genuine but truly epic. Some might say the kind of moe style characters it used held it back a little but I can't picture it following the Final Fantasy style of animation. That would come off as trying too hard and sure, if it were live action, it would have been a hell lot more brutal but man, the animation gives it a weird edge as if to remind you it's just tale and to go back to your normal life afterwards.

To sum it all up.. Brilliant!

Now scram and go get downloading!

Updating Content

2011-06-30T21:34:00.002+05:30

From last year until today, the official list of all the books I could manage to read until their last page:

1. The Savage Detectives (Roberto Bolaño)
2. Ek Gadhe Ki Aatmakatha (Krishna Chandar)
3. Diary (Chuck Palahniuk)*
4. Love Creeps (Amanda Filipacchi)
5. Thérèse Raquin (Emile Zola)
6. Girl With Curious Hair (David Foster Wallace)
7. Sputnik Sweetheart (Haruki Murakami)
8. Kafka On The Shore (Haruki Murakami)
9. Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (Haruki Murakami)
10. Best American Short Stories
11. Brief Interviews With Hideous Men ( David Foster Wallace)*
12. Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov)
13. Maximum City (Suketu Mehta)
14. White Noise (Don Delillo)
15. Once Upon A Time In Scandinavistan (Zac O'Yeah)

Apart from the above mentioned, there were several fail attempts at reading many a Hindi books notably Nirmal Verma's Laal Teen Ki Cchat and Manohar Shyam Joshi's Kuru Kuru Swaaha. The latter is slowly coming to a victorious end as these days rapidly fly by.
Speaking of fail attempts, yet another one was made when I tried reading Dostoevky's The Idiot which was impulsively borrowed by a senior and returned at the end of the semester without reading even a page of it. That sucked but I shall resume with The Idiot once I am in Bombay. Another fail attempt was at reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Murakami but this time the fail lied in the fact that I tried reading it in the bookstore itself because I did not have the money. Yeah.
Now that we are at the topic, I thought of reading Bolaño's 2666 but having learned from the most reliable source, N.F., its a thousand page read, I think I'd pass but I do think I will first buy and then read Hariya Hercules Ki Hairani. The alliteration makes me interested enough to give it a try leave alone the fact that it is written by the sassy dude of Hindi Literature, Manohar Shyam Joshi. In case of 2666, it was the numbers.
God I am simple-minded!

Regarding movies, well, I watched a lot of them. So many in fact that I wouldn't be able to recollect all the names and list them down. Point to be noted is that I was never the kind of kid who'd go to the cinema halls and witness the movies on that large screen but times change! Friends bring about such changes.
If you'd ask me what's up!?.. I might actually have an answer to it unlike always.
My friends crash at my place nearly everyday and since we don't have much to do, we usually go out for a movie. In this process, I have already watched a decent number of movies to brag about. In this list would be Salman Khan's "ready-made blockbuster" Ready, Green Lantern, X-Men First Class and the Hindi thriller Shaitan.
I give up but my friends don't so we are yet to watch Transformers: Dark of the Moon, animated film Cars-2 and Delhi Belly's D.K. Bose.

I am struck with this unusual sense of mild but affirmative grief knowing I couldn't watch Kung Fu Panda 2. Not cool. Oh, and I watched this one movie I wanted to watch for the longest time, Blue Valentine.

Jumping right on with my previously awesome superpower, otakuism, I am sad to say, I have nothing impressive to offer. Back in Bombay I rarely had the time to sleep and with no internet connection, all I could do in my spare time was read so no accomplishments in this section. Still, I finished reading the previously on-going and now completed manga Oishii Kankei. Updates from Nanga Fakir made me feel I was handling his department while he handled mine. I mean, I was reading and he watched anime. Anyway, I watched this one series he casually mentioned to me. I am not giving out the name but I will make a detailed post of the same in the next few days.
Oh.. and I watched Death Note.
Plop.

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Start From Scratch.. Or Not!

2011-06-19T20:43:00.005+05:30

Yeah, I am back and I shall write.

I have been busy as hell the past one year dealing with a really 'professional' student life offered by the institute I am currently enrolled in. Yet again and like every other year, I pray I pass gracefully or, with grace marks.. whichever suits the teachers.

I have also shut down my Facebook page in order to flee from difficult folks, useless communication with unimportant people and updates that form the basis of a compelling today.

Last year was spent staying up nights finishing assignments, creating a really bad impression on a particular teacher (who is to decide my fate from the coming year) and traveling Bombay in local trains. The last year was also particularly happening for me because it was the first time I was away from my place for such a long time.. away from my parents, being independent. God, it sucks when stuff doesn't come ready-made. Seriously.
Also, I read a sufficient amount of books.. most of which I came to know through this bookslut and I do not bear a certain sense of pride when I say this but I am the kid who read the most number of books in my college. The reason why I am not proud of this apparent achievement is because design students don't read much at all and those who say they do.. well, they just say they do.
A formal list shall be put up as a separate post one of these days.

Home is good. For one, I get edible food to eat and two, I literally do whatever it is that I want to do.. which is not much considering I continue to be the lazy fuck I have always been.

I watch more T.V. than I read. I read more than I sleep. I sleep more than ever. So yeah, twenty-fours time makes for an insufficient day.

The coming semester is going to be a new pain in the ass. I am supposed to work with:
1. various design software
2. uncompromising models
3. judgmental teachers
4. ignorant working partners
5. surprising flat-mates
6. a new laptop
7. an epic camera.. hopefully
8. a back-ache
..if I said any further, I'd just be trying too hard to reach for a perfect 10.

Anyway, there are movies waiting to be seen, books willing to be read and a bed waiting to be slept on.

Yeah, I am back and I shall write.. later.

I Came, I Ate and I Slept

2010-11-11T01:29:00.004+05:30

I have been in my hometown for the past one week with 24x7 internet access but the given condition that's the sole constant in my life.. yeah, my lazy genes, didn't allow me to.. uh, let's just say create a new post in order to let my humble minions know that yeah.. their Lord was back.

Come to think of it, it would be have been a totally worthless effort cause in all probability, I am not going to make any new posts in the near future for I now live in the city that's known to be India's New York.. Bombay (now, known as Mumbai).

Bombay kicks, kills and pwns.
I hardly get to sleep and whoa, it feels good to crib once again.

Nice!

Anyway, I have a train to catch in the next three hours and man, I haven't even started packing.
Damn.

So yeah, this half-assed post was like an update for all those who wished to catch up and know what's the scene like.

*settles her glasses*

Ciao.

Epic Fail Fails

2010-05-21T21:49:00.006+05:30

Just when I created a label that I thought I could spam with useless content of epic fail, I failed to fail. Yeah, that's a good thing but I am born a cribber.

So the update goes something like this:

Bejin Hakumei's alter ego (read as: the kid that fails all her tests) not only managed to pass (for a change) but also managed to score a pretty cool rank. Whoa! Talk about (un)pleasant surprises!

Guessing from her all India rank in NIFT, she thinks she can get the college and course of her choice (not that she knows what she has to do next), so you guys (in case some people still bother to go through this piece of epic fail blog) can kick her butt just for a laugh (in other words, congratulate her).

One can safely assume that the NIFT folks are retarded and the NID bummers are smart assholes.

What sucks more?

2010-04-09T04:14:00.005+05:30

Comparing things/situations/people is only obvious when one tends to think.

Like I was just wondering what sucks more. The fact that I couldn't clear NID or the fact that I did clear NIFT.

Have some more of those.
What sucks more..
Carrying no lunch to school or carrying some Parle-G biscuits?
Writing about yourself in your blog or writing about other people instead?
Not doing anything constructive or doing something totally destructive!?
Talking real or talking like a fool?
Being bad at Mathematics or holding wannabe knowledge of it?
Empathizing with a cynic or listening an optimist speak?
Being uncool or feeling unwanted?
Reading a manga or wasting time?
Looking at a genius express mediocrity in the best of ways or watching a mediocre not being able to figure it out at all??

Seriously.
What sucks more?

Bejin Hakumei updating her blog or just leaving it dead?

Updates

2010-03-30T21:53:00.004+05:30

After the fail Hindi post, I think it's time I put in some updates from my side.

1. Yeah. It's been a long while. I missed blogger, couldn't get the time.. blah blah. Shit.
2. Yeah. I flunked. Again.
3. For more details read up this post from a year ago. Link!

The one thing that I would seriously want to do is to erase this lame label on my blog that reads 'NID'. I mean seriously. Who do these guys actually select? Aliens from Hooga Land?! Anyway, no hard feelings NID buggers but you just lost out on a potentially brilliant, up and coming ...err, okay. Who am I trying to fool here..

So yeah. Catch is, I don't discuss it with my folks. I don't cry. I don't give direct answers to those who question 'so, what next?', 'are you okay?', I certainly don't feel good and yet I am not particularly torn apart either. So, WHY? Why do I have to log into my blogger and blog about it? Yeah, I too have troubles dealing with myself.

What's interestingly hilarious is the fact that not many people know about NID and I do this free advertising for them. If not as a design student, maybe they could recruit me as their advertising consultant or something. I mean look at it this way. I make it seem like it's such a big deal when I know it's not, cause many a fags do make it through this damned exam after all. I could too. If only I wasn't this big a loser. But I'll save the cribbing for some other time.

Anyway. All that is shit. The news is that my blog will have a brand new label.
Yeah!
No kidding!

(Junta: WTF is she making a big deal out of everything now!??)

The new label: Epic Fail

Thanks to this new gamer buddy of mine I nicked out a few not-so-new-but-totally-cool-nevertheless gamer words from his existing vocabulary. Words like n00b, pwned (owned), epic, fail etc. etc. Watch out for these words cause I now use them shamelessly, sometimes over exploiting their worth.
Pretty cool eh?

So yeah. In this new label I shall put forward all of my latest accomplishments in the field of Loserism. Since good things are almost like a miracle that could happen to me and bad things are what I am always full of, I guess this new label is going to be a huge hit (in my own little circle of nothingness) and have tons of posts (that is, if I chuck aside my laziness and start on with some blogging once again).

Seriously. What kind of people do these NID losers select huh? <---- Repetitively Annoying Bitch.

*deletes the NID label*

असुविधा के लिए खेद है

2010-03-08T08:43:00.005+05:30

क्यारियों में जो फूल लगाये थे,
गधे सब चर गए।

Pessimism

2010-02-11T14:28:00.003+05:30

There isn't much difference between liars and optimists.

ISHQIYA

2010-02-06T08:41:00.011+05:30

What started as a plan to enjoy sometime with a friend turned into an experience that offered great cinematic bliss to the great Hakumei-Sama. She always regretted how she missed watching Omkara in the cinema hall and she was more than willing to repent. Ishqiya was it!
Pretty sure she was, of the fact that the movie would be a good watch but this good!?

The moment she saw it was a Vishal Bhardwaj production, Bejin set herself comfortably in her seat. Apprehensions took over her within the first few seconds for she was just not willing to be disappointed. 'Not in the mood for another Kaminey', she thought.
'And sometimes, just sometimes, your prayer is answered' were her thoughts after she was done.

Now the catch here is that you don't have to be a member of the Eastern U.P. circuit to acknowledge this movie but you surely have to be a Bhojpuriya baalak to know how truly well made this movie is! No, this movie is not in Bhojpuri. It follows a more Khariboli style (probably for mass appeal). It's just that the movie's environment is brilliantly desi! The language, characters, their involvement with each other, music everything only adds to it. Good thing is that nothing is overdone.

Naseeruddin Shah was brilliant like always. It's weird how it's so easy to fall in love with Naseer after watching each of his movies but the thing about Ishqiya is that it's one movie which makes you fall in love with Naseer's character. You sympathise with him and can almost feel what it's like to be Khalu-Jaan, the old romantic full of anxiousness.

['Koi to roke, koi to toke. Is umar mein ab khaoge dhokhe. Dar lagta hai ishq karne mein ji. Dil to bachcha hai ji, thoda kaccha hai ji.']

Arshad Warsi is good to watch as the roadside rustic, Babban. His hormonally driven youth is characterised by kaajal eyes and Soorma Bhopali style of talking. His evident transformation from a player into a man helplessly in love is cute.

[Babban to Khalu-Jaan: "Aapka ishq, ishq. Aur hamara ishq, sex?!"]

Vidya Balan's character Krishna, is dark! Both visually and otherwise. A classic case of femme fatale, Krishna gives both these men the kind of romantic pleasure they seek and why? Well, that forms the main plot of the movie. A woman of stark contrasts, Krishna is driven, desperate, innocent looking, simple yet sexy. Negative? I wouldn't call her that.
A woman with a voice to die for, Krishna doesn't even have to work to appeal to Khalu-Jaan's refined self.

Apart from the leads, the side characters do justice to what they are supposed to do. Bejin particularly liked the cocky kid who played Nandu.

[Nandu to Babban: "Hamare wahaan chuttad dhone se pehle tabancha chalana sikhaate hain."]

Look out for this movie to know Gorakhpur, for the music, to feel for two friends who fight for a woman who loves neither of them, for tabancha and a script that's written well and delivered even better!

And before you sad-ass losers go on about how the great Hakumei-Sama makes for a nearly idiotic film critic, check out the following links.

Download music

Happy watching, suckers!

Bejin says...

2010-01-27T04:44:00.003+05:30

Originality, sometimes, is just a matter of time.

2010 Plans

2009-12-28T20:19:00.003+05:30

A lot needs to be done. Indeed, A LOT.

Things to do:

1. Practice Gomu-Gomu Ninja kicks on Nanga Fakir.
2. Give one last mock test. Tomorrow.
3. Pray.
4. Read Sin City.
5. Write about all the things that I want to write about (?).
6. Watch (n number of)movies.
7. Paint my room VIBGYOR.
8. Switch off my cellphone before going off to sleep.
9. *switches off her cellphone*
10. Zzz...

Mega Manga Mangrove

2009-11-30T02:13:00.008+05:30

[Note: Apologies for the lame header, but I am a sucker for cool (?) alliterations.]

Here's a nearly official list of all the manga Bejin Hakumei has read until this date.

Shoujo Manga:

1/3 no Kareshi
7th Period Is A Secret
Absolute Boyfriend
Adarshan no Hayanome
Ai Hime ~ Ai to Himegoto
Aishiteruze Baby
Akaku Saku Koe
Akane-Chan Overdrive
Alice 19th
Anatolia Story
Angel Sanctuary
Appare Jipangu
As The Death God Dictates
Asa mo, Hiro mo, Yoru mo
Ayashi no Ceres
Baby It's You
Backstage Prince
Beast Master
Beauty is the Beast
Beauty Pop
Bloody Kiss
Blue Ramun
Boku Ni Natta Watashi
Boys Over Flowers
Brilliant Magic
Butterfly Bed
Cain Saga
Camelot Garden
Cardcaptor Sakura
Cat Street
Ceres Celestial Legend
Charisma Doll
Cherry Juice
Child's Toy
Chouchou Kumo
Count Cain
Count Cain -Godchild
Cristo
Cutie Baby
Daa! Daa! Daa!
Dakishimete Noir
Darker Than Black
Datte Suki Nan Damon
Desire Climax
Emma
Enren Debut
Fairy Cube
Fall In Love Like A Comic
Faster than a Kiss
Fruits Basket
Full Moon wo Sagashite
Gaba Kawa
Gakuen Alice
Gekka no Kimi
Gentlemen's Alliance Cross
Giri Koi
Girl Got Game
Gokinjo Monogatari
Gold Rush 21
Good Father
Good Morning Call
H2O
Hana Kimi
Hanatsuki Hime
Hayabusa
He's Dictated To Roses
Help!!
Hime gimi Tsukurikata
Hot Blooded Women
Hot Gimmick
I Can't Sleep Alone
Inuyasha
Imadoki
ION
It's Love
Kagen no Tsuki
Kaikan Phrase
Kamichama Karin
Kamichama Karin Chu
Kanshakudama no Yuutsu
Kare First Love
Kimi Shika Iranai
King's Pawnshop
Kiss in the Blue
Koi, Hirari
Koko no Iru Yo!
Koukou Debut
Love Strip
Ludwig Kakumei
Madmoisille Butterfly
Meine Leibe
Meru Puri
Mind Game
Mint no Bokura
Miriam
Moe Kare
MT Pass
Nine Puzzle
Orange Planet
Othello
Otokomae Beads Club
Penguin Brothers
Psychic Detective Yakumo
PxP
Random Walk
Reaching You (From Me To You; Kimi ni Todoke)
Replay
Ringo Nikki
Romeo x Juliet
Saboten no Himitsu
Safe Again Today
Sensual Phrase
Shin Daa! Daa! Daa!
Shinigami Lovers
Shinrei Tantei Yukomo - Akai Hitomi Wa
SOLD OUT!
Special A
Stroke Material
Taranta Ranta
Tenjou na Kajitsu
Tenshi no Hane to Akuma no Shippo
Time Stranger Kyoko
Tokage Ouji
Tonari no Hijiri-Kun
Tonari no Inuyama-Kun
Ultra Maniac
WANTED
When You Look Like An Angel
You're My Girlfriend
Yowaito Nikki
Zettai Kakusei Tenshi Mistress Fortune

Slice of Life

Adventure Boys
AR ~ Forgotten Summer
Binbou Shima Monogatari
Kimagure Orange Road
Koi no Kami-Sama
Living Game
My Sweet Sunday
Parallel
Sakura no Uta
Yellow Book

Shounen:

090 - Eko to Issho
13
Akuma Bengoshi Kukabara
Ann Cassandra
Aoi Destruction
Apple
Asklepios
Ayu Mayu
Bad Company
Beck
Belmonde le Visiteur
BioMeat - Nectar Manga
Black Cat
Bloody Monday
Bokke-San
Bremen
Code Geass - Nightmare of Nunally
Cowa!
Cross Over
Crossing 25
Death Note
DNA^2
Double Arts
Doubt
Dragonaut - The Resonance
Eureka Seven
Fairy Tail
Gacha Gacha - Capsule
God Eater
Great Teacher Onizuka
Hatsukoi Limited
Hitomi no Catoblepas
Inumimi
Island
Jyuki Ningen Jumbor
Kajika
Kanaeta Aizen
Kingdom Hearts
Koorihime Kitan
Koi no Kami-Sama
Level E
Lilim Kiss
Love Hina
Love Letter
M.C. Law
Madofuki Park
Mahoraba
Mai-Hime
Mai-Otome
Majin Devil
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro
Marugoto Anjyu Gakuen
Meister
Midori no Hibi
Miyuki
Muddy
Negative Happy Chainsaw Edge
666 Satan
ONE PIECE
Pandora Hearts
Personant
Phantom Wizard
Pita-Ten
Pretty Face
Rosario+Vampire
Saiyuki
Sakuratetsu Taiwahen
School Mermaid
Show Me The Money
Silvery Crow
Souten no Koumori
Snow in the Dark
Stigmata
Stray Dog
Strawberry 100% (Ichigo 100%)
Tales of Symphonia
Tista
to-LOVE-ru
Tsukumo Happy Soul
Ultra Red
Urooboe Uroboros
Vandread
Video Girl AI
Watashi no Messiah-Sama
Yakuza Girl

Psychological:

20th Century Boys
21st Century Boys
Billy Bat
Boys Next Door
Elfen Lied
Eternal Sabbath
Liar Game
Maken X
School Days

Sci-Fi:

2001 Nights
Angel Dust Neo
Aqua
Kagijin
Kiddy Grade - Reverse
Love Automation
Love Neko
Made in Heaven
Mobile Suit Crossbone Gundam
Momoza de Sarada
Onegai Teacher
Organic
Normal City
Outlanders
Standard Blue
Telepathic Wanderers

[End Note: I assume there's quite a lot that's left out. Anyway, I don't think this post is going to be well scrutinized by any of my blogger friends as such. Also mentionable here is the fact that though I have read all this stuff, a lot of it was sheer shit. So, I don't want the junta to come raging their piss on me because "it didn't turn out to be as cool as it (possibly) sounded". In case of serious need, ask me which ones are readable. And I formally announce that I am totally over this manga-reading bug in me cause the content is mostly cliched and absolutely predictable. Only on-going stuff will be dealt with in the future (example: One Piece, Bleach, Fairy Tail etc.) If anyone has a hard time reading some manga that I have already read (refer to my list for that), you are free to come and ask me for the brief story and it goes without saying that spoilers will be offered most genuinely.]

Quick Links:

Shoujo
Shounen

What Seems Good, Is Wrong.

2009-11-18T00:13:00.003+05:30

PS: Sorry for the ultra bad picture quality, but I am the kid without a scanner.
PPS: Comments are welcomed, though critiques are not.

Pre-Examination Mantra

2009-11-15T03:06:00.005+05:30

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one!

Can't Help But Wonder..

2009-10-26T20:35:00.006+05:30

I can't sleep tonight. It's just this trail of thoughts that keeps me awake. Nothing serious. Thoughts seem to come to me one after the other and I notice that in the darkness of my room and the little blue light from my speaker that illuminates it minimally, a weird shadow imprinted on the ceiling. It's my left hand over there! Excited by this sudden gush of child-like curiosity, I start painting my ceiling with the short-lived shadows I can create with my hands acting like some manipulative but sincere pair of models. Folding, bending, twisting both my hands to cast a shadow like that of a little rabbit, a dog (with no noticeable change from the rabbit's), a stone (easiest), a moving evil eye (by joining the index finger with the thumb, aligning the other three fingers behind the index finger and using the thumb of the other hands to move between it's corners to make it look like the moving iris of the eye keeping track of every movement inside the room), makes me really believe in a sort of a mystical randomness.

It's getting cold these days and I need a blanket to put me off to sleep. I keep the fan switched on though. My feet are all cold and numb. I don't like it one bit, this way. So I jolt up to cover them properly (and this time, with great caution because I really do want to go off to sleep and dream until the end of time). You know, the thing is... I hate to think knowingly.

So there I am lying on my bed like a log with no apparent movement, trying really hard to concentrate on black and desperately waiting for Mr. Sandman to do his job on me. As I lie here staring at my pillow kept next to me, I feel...

"...Wait a second!" I say to myself, realizing that my pillow lay beside me and not under my head like it is for most people. So, I stare at my pillow thinking how lonely it must feel just lying there all by itself as if it is not required. I kinda know this feeling. It's familiar. Like a déjà vu, I picture myself as this little girl patting her small little pillow as if it were her dog then pressing the fast forward button, and jumping ahead a few years from then, I see this exact picture of me holding my pillow, asking if it got hurt when under my head.

Over the years I have changed relatively and I consider myself a way more matured person than I was then so why is that even now, after ten long years this feeling to only feel for the scientifically 'non-living' remains? I chuckle at myself in that darkest light like a vamp from some TV serial and look at my pillow scornfully and say it in my head "Yeah, I remember.."

...

I am this stupid psycho who has never had a pillow under her head from the time she first felt sorry for her pillow and apologized for having hurt him (!?). This feeling is not new. I have been a girl who has been feeling sorry for her pillows all her life.

Mystical randomness, is it?

Blah Blah

2009-10-21T20:58:00.004+05:30

From the dead corners of my mind comes a new one liner as shitty as ever!

'He said he liked long nosed women and so... I smirked.'

An Analytical Tale Of Two Lost Souls

2009-10-09T02:57:00.011+05:30

Disclaimer: Shoujo in it's content, lame otherwise and in addition, quite long (boring).

The following will be a rather analytical tale of two people of the opposite sex held together by some amount of mutual attraction for quite sometime but because I am a sucker for more realistic ends, I don't plan their admiration for each other to last an eternity. Anyway, according to the given condition, we have a man and a woman in this story. I will first sketch out a little of their character traits.
So, let's start by assuming the man to be a handsome youth over six feet, rich, with a sexy body. One who's a smooth bastard, dark, mysterious and above all a subtle womanizer. Hmm, quite a personality there! Idealizing the situation is okay for starters. About the girl, let's assume she's a shorty, not over 5' 4", independent, an appealing persona in a strange way, an individual in a nerdy fashion, wears specs, is satisfied with things more or less, terribly moody and a bit overly dense. How do they meet? Well, looking at how the characters are, there is hardly any resemblance, but supposedly they are both well read people, we can consider them meeting in a mutual club about the books and all.

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Scene 1:

[A huge building right in the midst of the fast moving city life of Mumbai. From beggars to entrepreneurs to Bollywood celebrities, everyone can be majorly described as 'busy'. Inside this building is an auditorium where the rich and sophisticated individuals from the city gather together in the pretext of discussing books. Socialites, party freaks (who apparently are jobless during daytime), wannabe businesswomen etc. can be found here on Saturdays bitching about some others who couldn't make it that particular Saturday.]

Club President: We will continue like always. Please form groups of at least five people, discuss a book belonging to the genre of romance and then anyone can volunteer to submit a book review which in turn will be published in our monthly magazine.

[women chattering]

But, before that, I would like to introduce Mr. Bhasin to you all. After his graduation from the University of London, he has now moved to Mumbai in order to take care of his business here. Please make him feel welcomed.

[Mr. Bhasin is introduced to some of the people personally and he has no problem socializing with anyone. He is made to join a group of five where he is the only man. The women seem awfully happy about it. Random pseud discussions about books and other things which they would prefer calling 'life' continues until it's time to get ready for Mumbai's much talked about night life.]

Club President: Hopefully, you all must have been done by now. By next Saturday, I want a report from each of the seven groups. Thank you all. Have a nice day.

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Scene 2

[The pseud crowd reunites once again this Saturday.]

Club President: Thank you all for your genuine interest. I have your reports here. Everyone please continue. This week's genre is fiction. Mr. Bhasin, can I have a kind word with you?

Mr. Bhasin: Certainly.

Club President: I really appreciate your enthusiasm and active participation, but now that you're here, you should know how this works. Your writing needs polishing and it can't be published the way you have written it. But don't worry, the published review will be in your name, Sir.

Mr. Bhasin (agitated but patient enough): I see.

Club President (nervous): ... if you want we can..

Mr. Bhasin (interrupts): It's not a problem. Anyway, can I go back to my seat now?

Club President: Ah, sure.

[Mr. Bhasin's ego is hurt but that is not enough for him to lose out on his sanity. Grinding his teeth doesn't help until he notices a rather fragile looking creature hiding her face within the shade of her left arm and scribbling out something passionately in what seemed like a rather worn out diary. Mr. Bhasin is struck by curiosity and he goes to sit right next to her. She doesn't notice him much.]

Mr. Bhasin: So, you don't seem too interested.

Woman: I am writing.

Mr. Bhasin: What exactly?

Woman: A review on Pride and Prejudice.

Mr. Bhasin: But.. er, I wrote one on it. They refused.

Woman (taking off her spectacles, she looks straight into his eyes without any fear): So it's you because of whom I have to write this shit in an hour's time.

Mr. Bhasin (taken aback for a second, then a smirk spreads across his handsome face): Yeah, it's me. They call me Mr. Bhasin.

Woman (puts on her spectacles and continues to scribble): Hmm, that rich guy 'Mr. President' was talking about. Anyway, I am Tarunima.

Mr. Bhasin: First name dealing here, eh!? Well then, call me Aniket.

Woman: You can call me Miss Sharma if you want.

Mr. Bhasin: No, Tarunima is fine by me. Anyway, what are you doing!? I mean, you don't look like you belong here. Furthermore, you're a kid, midget. What is your age? Twenty?

Tarunima: ..one! I am twenty-one. I work here as a part timer. I write them reviews and get paid a little from what you rich guys 'donate'. Poseurs.

Aniket: Whoa! You sure are pissed off! But you know what's great!? I am twenty-four. We could.. you know..

Tarunima: Please spare me, Your Highness.

Aniket: Haha..

...
Scene 3

[The following Saturday two socialites 'discuss' about Mr. Bhasin and 'that' girl's growing friendship.]

Mrs. Mathur: Who is that girl anyway!? I have never noticed her in any of the parties.

Miss Verma (giggles mockingly): Not to worry Mrs. Mathur, she's just some miserable girl dreaming to find her place in this city. Heard she works here as a part timer and gets paid for writing book reviews for our magazine. Can you beat that!

Mrs. Mathur: Who knows. Girls these days are ambitious even if they come from a strong family background. And she is young and pretty to some extent. I was thinking if I could set up Aniket with my daughter Meenakshi. You think he has already fallen in for this girl!?

Miss Verma: Oh no! Be assured. Meenakshi's going to make a good pair with him. All the luck, Mrs. Mathur.

Mrs. Mathur: I hope it's as you say. Thank you.

[While these two chitter-chatter about them, they on the other hand are discussing something totally unexpected.]

Tarunima: You really suck if you don't know what Dexter's Laboratory is.

Aniket: You can't possibly expect a businessman like me to know about.. err, whose laboratory!?

Tarunima (raises her eyebrows): Dexter's.

Aniket (laughs): I was kidding, you kid. And don't freak me out with that look on your face. I have seen Dexter's Lab once.

Tarunima: ONCE!? I will make you a DVD and you have to watch it.

Aniket: Oh come on.. I am a busy man. Cartoons are for kids like you.

Tarunima: Stop going to random parties and you will have a lot of spare time for yourself.

Aniket: Leave that. I just realised I really like talking to you, so let's meet up tomorrow for a cup of coffee.

Tarunima: For a coffee!? Man, you are so disappointing! You're rich to begin with, then you can't write convincingly, you give donations to these sophisticated clubs instead of giving it to homeless kids, then, you are a businessman and now coffee! You've got it all, all that's needed of a perfect pseud.

Aniket (smirks kindly): You want to go to a dhaaba?

Tarunima: I am busy.

Aniket: When are you free?

Tarunima: Next Saturday.

Aniket: Okay.

Tarunima (amused by the reaction for a second): Okay.

...
Scene 4

[Aniket in his posh convertible arrives ten minutes early that Saturday expecting Tarunima to be a punctual soul only to realise that she is not what she might seem to be. When the meeting is about to begin, Tarunima reaches her destination in an auto and though she is late it doesn't stop her from innocently requesting the auto driver to spare her five petty bucks. Aniket who was waiting for her outside all along, rushes towards her and pushing her back into the auto sits next to her and tells the auto driver to take them to Bhau Daji Lad Museum. Tarunima is dumbstruck.]

Tarunima: What exactly do you think you're doing!? We have to go to the meeting.

Aniket: We can bunk sometimes, ya' know?

Tarunima: I am not rich. I am paid man!

Aniket: Calm down.

Tarunima: But..

Aniket: I am not taking you for coffee, so you can stop cribbing.

Tarunima (smiles): And you're in an auto too!

Aniket: See!

[The rest of the day is spent together talking about things in general. About Aniket's life in London and Tarunima's life in Mumbai. About the rich and the poor. About her decision to make her life on her own and about his decision to continue his family's business. They travel around the city and have fun. Later that night...]

Aniket: So, are you dating someone?

Tarunima: You think I have the time to!? Living through the day is exhausting enough. I don't think I need a man to add to my troubles.

Aniket: I see..

Tarunima (teasingly): What about you? I bet you have girls all over you. You do have a girlfriend, no?

Aniket: I did. There was this girl whom I loved most sincerely but things didn't turn out the way we wanted. It ended up in a disaster, haha. After that, I had many relationships. Nothing worked out because I never fell in love again... I think it's an inability of sorts. To trust someone enough to submit yourself to them completely without giving it a second thought, is not my cup of tea. I am a rich guy, I party, I get high and mostly, I have a girl to get me through the night but it's a waste. They get attached and I don't feel a thing for them. I laugh at them for even thinking of stuff beyond the bed. I walk out when some slut wishes to have what they term as a 'pillow talk' with me.

Tarunima: I see... Don't worry. You'll get a slut to get you through your life.

Aniket: I think I have found one. She isn't really a slut but I think she'll be a wild kitty in bed!

Tarunima: Really!? Then go get her!

Aniket (initially straight faced, then he lights a cigarette, takes in a puff or two and smiles): Getting her... is going to take time.

Tarunima: You can fool around until then.

Aniket (teasingly): Yeah! I am game for that. Want to sleep me off tonight, Taru!?

Tarunima: Eww, never!

Aniket (thinks): It's going to take a long long time..

[This scenario of talking about stuff continues over days and it gradually begins to take shape when it turns into a sort of addiction wherein a day without a talk or two with the other, is not a day well spent. Aniket takes out Tarunima to various of his parties and sophisticated concerts. Tarunima on the other hand makes Aniket watch Dexter's Laboratory.]

...
Scene 5

Aniket: I was thinking, are we a couple?

Tarunima: Oh hell no!

Aniket: And why not.

Tarunima: For one, we don't make out.

Aniket: Oh well, I could do that.

Tarunima: Shut up!

Aniket: No seriously. Aren't we.. umm.. you know?

Tarunima: Aniket, you suck.

Aniket (smirks): You could do that too!

Tarunima: Oh come on! And anyway, what about that girl you liked eh!? You men, change over a matter of weeks!

Aniket (straight faced): You're dumb.

Tarunima: What did you say?

Aniket: No, you're dense.

Tarunima (silent)

Aniket: Don't you get it?

Tarunima: Okay, now I do. Be mature for a change.

Aniket (irritated): Fine. In fact, it's good this way, you know. I am too dark a guy for you anyway. In addition, you don't love me. No point. You're right. In fact, you always are. Anyway, I am going back to my place now. Too much bullshit. Let's call it a day.

Tarunima (silent)

[That night, Tarunima stays up throughout contemplating over what Aniket had said. She curses herself for being so dense. It's then that she realises that the kind of characters she hated the most is what she herself is. She feels miserable thinking of all the times Aniket did stuff for her but she never even noticed. To think of it now, gave her this weird feeling in her belly. Unable to sleep, she concludes it's been far too long she pursued her search for the ideal man she always dreamt of. Aniket was full of flaws. Definitely not what she wanted. He was rich, pampered, overly ambitious and fake when it came to the various subcultures she religiously followed. He was stupid and liked to think he was dark and incapable of loving. And while she thought of all this, it suddenly struck her that this was the guy who made her overthink! She hadn't done that for ages now. The last time she probably gave something a thought was when she left Kanpur and came to Mumbai to 'make it big' without the apparent approval of her parents. She was in... for him. That richie. That pseud.]

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Scene 6

[The next week is painfully slow for the both of them. On one hand is Aniket, who is sure there is nothing beyond this and on the other hand is Tarunima, confused as to how to make things the way they were or maybe, they way they could be or more appropriately, should be. Both dread the coming Saturday. Aniket is not eager to face her and Tarunima is nervous how to do the talking. When they both see each other the following Saturday, Aniket sits with some other group and Tarunima can't do a thing because she has to write reviews for various books.]

Mrs. Mathur: Seems like these two aren't "friends" anymore.

Miss Verma (giggles): I told you, you needn't be afraid. After all.. she was just an ordinary girl. Mr. Bhasin had a fun time like always. I wonder if she charged him too.

Mrs. Mathur (laughs): Can't blame her for it though. It's tough to survive in this city if you're not one of us.

[Aniket over hears their talk. After sometime, they call it a day because of some political rally about to take place in sometime. Everyone takes their leave.]

Tarunima: Aniket!

Aniket (turns around): Yeah?

Tarunima: Umm.. I wanted to speak to you.

Aniket: About what?

Tarunima: Well, about what happened last time.

Aniket (fakes a laugh): Haha. Don't bother. I was just trying to have my way with you. Must admit you were a tough chic to crack!

Tarunima: I know I was ..not exactly..

Aniket: Look woman, I don't have any interest in you now. I am disappointed somehow.

Tarunima: Huh?

Aniket: See, I know you're dense so I'll spell this out for your convenience, I-don't-like-you. Okay? Now, if you could spare me, I have to go somewhere.

Tarunima: Wait. You needn't put up a show. I know..

Aniket (irritably): Tch. Please leave me be.

[Leaving a dumbfounded Tarunima behind, Aniket drives off in his black Merc. That night, Tarunima though hurt couldn't help but think that it was all because the last time they spoke, she didn't react the way she should have. She just knew he cared. And knowing how emotional he was, she decides to pursue him even if he keeps this up. She tries calling him but he doesn't pay heed and if he did, he'd be as passive as she'd never known him to be. She took all the insults of him calling her a slut, a greedy bitch etc. just because in her heart she knew he needed her and what was more that she needed him much the same.]

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Scene 7

[Tarunima awaits the arrival of Aniket the following Saturday. When Aniket shows up, she goes straight to him and says she wants to talk it all out.]

Aniket (in a bored manner): Now what?

Tarunima (determined): Let's talk.

Aniket: About?

Tarunima: I'll be straight here. Be honest and tell me, do you like me or not.

Aniket: I did.

Tarunima: And now?

Aniket: 'Did' is past tense, right?

Tarunima: Cool.

Aniket (sarcastic laugh): I love it when you try to act all nonchalant. It's funny.

Tarunima: Hmm.

Aniket: Anyway, if we're done, please allow me to proceed to the hall.

Tarunima: Wait.

Aniket (turns around): Taru..nima, I am flying back to London by the end of this month. Please, don't bother me. Okay?

Tarunima: Okay.

Aniket (after a brief pause): I have left some CD's in my car.. for you. Take it as a parting gift.

Tarunima (in a heavy voice): I don't think I will like them.... Do me a favour and tell that fucking President that I am sick today but will be back next Saturday.

Aniket (restraining himself): Okay.

Tarunima (hurt and crapped up): Do you.. hate me?

Aniket: No. It's more like ...indifference.

Tarunima (smirks): Know what? You were right. You are damaged and I wanted to fix you up.. just like I love fixing up errors in general.

Aniket: Good you're out with it. I won't blame you for saying this. Now, goodbye.

Tarunima (smiles): Yeah, bye.

[Tarunima leaves. She thought she failed miserably. And, she hated it was true. It was her ego playing all along after all. It was just as he had once said to her, ''..you don't 'love' me, you just 'need' me...'' and, he was right. Only thing being, it was a condition sufficient for her to submit herself to him.]

...

Note: I hope this is came along as realistic as possible. And anyway, romance is an idealistic idea to begin with. Where sci-fi fails, romance excels cause exaggeration and out worldly things find it's place with or without reasons.

Tutorials-III

2009-10-02T20:30:00.000+05:30

The following will be my final post of the tutorials series because I am not creative enough to come up with cool ideas on a regular basis. Also mentionable here is the fact that the given tips, suggestions, ideas and advise are for the single desperate losers.

YUME boy, do remember the great Bejin for her generosity!

Lesson 3

How to get yourself a boyfriend/girlfriend in 10 simple ways:

1. Assuming you are desperate enough to not demand, the first suggestion would be to at least put in efforts and try to lure the opposite sex. Make sure you are not in love with anyone beforehand cause it would lead to shitty (often hilarious for the others) circumstances.
2. Crucial note here is, that you have to be desperate enough yet not communicate your desperation to the other! This is when the subtlety comes into play. Be subtle and go with the flow.
3. Be presentable. This one is really important! Don't be a physically doomed person. You have to be the kinds your to-be girlfriend/boyfriend could possibly flaunt around. Being a shame to her/him will only lead stuff to a disastrous end sooner or later because you're not in love yet. Being in love is convenient because then you don't give a damn (as they say in shoujo manga and romantic novels). For further help in this sub category refer to lesson 2.
4. Don't be fake. Just somehow, I know the other person couldn't be that dumb. Or maybe they can but then if so is the case, you don't need tutorials. You can just fool them and get them to give you the kind of romantic pleasure you desire.
5. Set a target, get experimental and be convincing.
6. Don't be demanding. Always remember the fact that you're the one whose desperate, not them! The catch here is, never stoop low and beg the other cause that might lead to two situations. One, where they start considering you a nobody and take you for granted. Two, they start considering you for a competent servant.
7. Be confident. That's true for everything. Sometimes a wrong person with great confidence can make you doubt yourself.
8. Be aware. Awareness here should not be confused with being aware about global warming and soil erosion. Be aware of your target mission. Get to know about their likes and dislikes. Act accordingly, make them take notice of you and just get them to like you. After that, it's an easy manipulation.
9. Honesty. Don't lie about stuff like your past records, relationships and life in general. A lie is caught sooner or later and from what I know, many people aren't liberal enough to take you after that without being judgmental.
10. Have a confidante by your side to help you out in crucial situations. Bejin's awesome tutorials are not a user specific guidance. Also, make sure your 'confidante' is not your jealous 'friend' head over heels for the girl/guy you're gawking at.

Note: Do not complain if this doesn't help. Remember, this is not the genre BH deals in. All she has done is just read over a hundred shoujo manga, watched some related movies and been a fan of Rumiko Takahashi and Jane Austen in her pre-teens.

Tutorials-II

2009-09-26T00:13:00.000+05:30

Bejin is back on blogger once again and this time, with a new list of suggestions, tips and advise for her humble followers.

Lesson 2

How to look sexy in 10 simple ways:

1. Wear cool clothes. Now this one might come out as tricky, for everyone has an individual sense of style and fashion, but majorly, stuff can be broadly divided as cool and uncool. If you don't have faith in your choice, consult a relatively better and fashion conscious friend. If your friends suck much the same, please pray.
2. Accessories. This one is important in a religious sort of way. The kind of accessory you adorn, reflects your personality, taste and choice. Watches, arm bands, neck pieces, belts, beaded jewelery etc. come in this category. Take time to choose your kind of accessory and make sure you don't just wear anything and everything.
3. Elegance is crucial. Remember, everything is acceptable and even appreciated if it is elegant and graceful enough.
4. Keep it simple. People who overdo, suck. Simpleton is awesome.
5. The hair! A major area to direct your kind attention to. A good hairstyle makes the ugliest of creatures look good. This might not be an easy task for frizzy, curly and sometimes, even for straight haired fucks, hence, I suggest you consult a hairstylist.
6. Now because we really are discussing about how one can try to look sexy, talking about footwear is only natural. Mismatch and randomness doesn't help, neither does ignorance. The footwear must be well in sequence with the clothes. Imagine high heels on baggy pants and a lose T-shirt.
7. A good face always helps but if your parents were some alien from Hooga-Land, make-up is just the thing that might be of some help to you. For girls, simple black eye paint and lip gloss would be cool enough. Try a little blush on and eye shadow, if you know you can carry it off. For the guys, it's necessary to know if facial hair do you justice or not. Get a beard style that fits your face cut and features and you're done. Guys can't do much anyway.
8. Knowledge about oneself is necessary. One must be aware of their assets and hold the knowledge to flaunt it well too. Booby bitches, butt sexy hotties, clean chested guys, long legged females, muscular men, pretty handed lot, nice feet people, whatever, just be aware and do the needful.
9. Color scheme plays a crucial role. One could look sexy in a flashy orange and look pathetic in black if you don't do the selecting job well. Color matters. A lot! Wearing a green tie with a blue coat, white shirt and brown pants will lead you nowhere and a very matchy-matchy selection might be equally disastrous as well. So, a simple trick is to not wear more than three colors and make sure there is a little something to break the monotony of the scheme yet not hamper the elegance of the whole look. Wear what you can carry off well.
10. And in the end, I suggest you give up. On a personal level, I just know, some people can never look good no matter what they try to do, hence, just give up or... get a plastic surgery done and rob a bank in order to buy yourself expensive and sexy clothes, accessories etc.

PS: Out of all the crap mentioned above, pay heed only to point no.10 because it's the most well thought of, realistic and direct approach to this lesson.
PPS: Zetsuboushita? Well, just curse the sexy and pray to the Lord Almighty for a better face and physique in the next life.

Tutorials-I

2009-09-19T13:20:00.001+05:30

Here's Bejin Hakumei with her free of cost, oft-repeatedly exclusive and kickass tutorials to help her followers grow.

Lesson 1

How to act cool in 10 simple ways:

1. Freak out at the mention of the word 'music' and talk about the various famous (rock) bands.
2. Tell, you read. A lot.
3. Say "dude, you're paranoid" whenever you can't come back with a witty reply.
4. Use the word 'cinema' instead of movie/film/picture.
5. Admit, you don't give a damn.
6. Make efficient use of the word 'fuck' (in other words, use it at least twice in a single sentence).
7. Nonchalance!
8. I am not too sure of this one, but experts suggest wearing converse.
9. Slogan T-shirts with Che Guevara's illustration in it, help a lot.
10. Finally, just say you hate pseuds like Bejin Hakumei.

Hope this helped.
If not, I suggest you re-read the word 'free' in the opening lines of this post.

A Battle Of The Wannabes

2009-09-12T09:43:00.000+05:30

Q: Who is a better wannabe?

a) Bejin Hakumei
b) Anant~aka~Snarl
c) Photogenic Devil
d) All of above

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sidspacewalker: This one's hard!

Ballerina Blackouts

2009-09-08T07:58:00.000+05:30

Ballerina Blackouts is the name of my own comic strip.

*junta claps*

I haven't given much thought to it though.

*junta loses interest*

But! But, I do have a clue!

*junta listens*

The idea is to create a 16 year old girl, facing everyday shit while struggling with her hormonal changes and new-found interests. This will be her tale wherein she will portray a rather weak character of an uninteresting person. She'll be the kinds who try and often fail but never really give in. The kinds who are a loser in almost every way and the kinds who often end up taking advise from their friends. She might occasionally get witty and be appreciated by the fellow characters.
The characters' name have still not been decided.
The confusion is because Indian names somehow suck when it comes to all this and well, Western names are not what I am looking for. One way is to chuck both Hindi and English and seek refuge in the ultra cool Japanese language but that option is ruled out because half of you won't appreciate it. So then the name deciding is left for later.

In the beginning, the strip will be uploaded randomly but after getting the Photogenic Devil and a few others to beg for it, I might as well make it weekly.

This is what it might look like, in all probability.

PS: If this continues, I might create a new label!

Mic Testing

2009-09-06T06:44:00.001+05:30

I am here to formally announce that I am fairly happy and contented for the time being.
The past few days have been a good (apart from random mood swings which keep happening to me) cause I completed a lot of manga(s), anime series, books and movies.

Here's the list of what is done:

Anime Series:
Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei
Baccano

(A fellow anime lover suggested this awesome site called AnimeStash)

Anime Movies:
Nausicaa Of The Valley Of The Wind
Paprika
Spirited Away
My Neighbor Totoro
Perfect Blue
Tokyo Godfathers
Mind Game
Whisper Of The Heart

(AnimeStash is the site for this. Trust me!)

Books:
Watchmen (Graphic novel-revised)
Batman: The Dark Knight Returns (Graphic novel-revised)
Persepolis (Graphic novel)
Diary (Novel by chuck Palahniuk)
Survivor (Novel by chuck Palahniuk)
The Depressed Person (Short Story by David Foster Wallace)
Love In The Time Of Cholera (Gabriel García Márquez)
Neuromancer (William Gibson)

(From the Fakir dude's collection except for Persepolis, which in turn, I read in Landmark itself)

Movies:
The Bow
Amelie
Takeshis'
Bombay
A Tale Of Two Sisters
Dil Se...
House Of Flying Daggers
Irreversible
My Girl
Peace Hotel
Search For One Eye Jimmy

(Watched all these on T.V. except Irreversible, for obvious reasons)

Manga:
Angel Sanctuary
Appare Jipangu!
As The Death God Dictates
Binbou Shimai Monogatari
Himegimi No Tsukurikata
Living Game
Parallel
DNA2
One Piece
To-LOVE-ru
Alive
Camelot Garden

(OneManga has always been my favorite manga site)

...

Apparently, there's a lot more that I plan to do in the coming few days. Not to forget, I am churning out pages of shitty doodles everyday too.

Let's just say that I am busy out of my joblessness.
XD

PS: A new list of accomplishments... Coming Soon!
PPS: Perhaps.

All's Well?

2009-09-02T09:07:00.001+05:30

Apparently not. No comments to fart back at, all thanks to recession.

...

New Age English, Typos and Convenient Abbreviations

2009-08-30T03:29:00.000+05:30

Orkut is indeed the best place to observe where the world is heading.
LoL?
That's the short for 'laughing out loud'.
And wait, there's just so much more.
If you wish to sound more cool use a LMAO instead which might be interpreted as an exaggerated and cooler version of LoL cause it stands for 'laughing my ass off'.
The 'ass' part of which makes you stand out and look like you're KeWler than the others.
As a result of this you might even get a few friend requests with a (now) default message which reads: 'Hi ___, I wannabe your orkut friend, ___'

Apparently, these cool abbreviations and random typos can lead to some of the most hilarious errors ever.

For example:

I m waiting here, just cum.
Did u receive my testis???

And that's so not it.
Look at your keyboard and see how the 'u', 'i' and 'o' are right next to each other.

Consider a sentence:

I want you to love me written as I want u 2 luv me ultimately turning out to be I want i 2 luv me.
Hmm. Quite a narcissist!

Despite the new age cult of eff-bee(ing) with constant status updates giving us the minute details of dull individuals' boring lives like: I think I should get a haircut, My dad is in the hospital. Plz pray, It's my friend's neighbour's dog's birthday today, our old Orkut continues to flourish with some of the best online disasters ever.

Pick up a random person's scrapbook and see how a plain 'how are you?' is written as 'who r u........???????' Look closely and notice how both time and labour has been saved but don't consider having a closer look or you might just go into a trance if you're some English scholar from eight grade cause dUdez the 'how' has turned into a 'who'.
It's a plain typographical error but when the error is recurring it gets painful.

Like this: Wh R u? i ws ThnKng Og giVn u my tEsTis sO u rEmMbR em evn aftr 4erv. PlZz dUn sAy nO 2 meh Mahnz!!!!!

Anyway, this was just an exercise to let out some frustration but anyone in need for more kewl slang, abbreviations, tips etc. can contact me at: bejinroxxxalwayz@gmail.com

With loyalties intact,
BeJIn HaKumEizz

Bejin's Top Five (Part 2)

2009-08-30T01:14:00.000+05:30

Classroom disasters:

5. When the teacher is over sixty years old.

Teacher: Now who will tell me something about the structure of allylic halides?
Bejin: *hides inside her book*
Teacher: You! The one whose trying to hide there.
Bejin: *nervous smile* *looks around hoping someone would prompt* *gives up* I ..don't know..
Teacher: It's a shame!
Bejin: *in a moment of random revelation* The halogen atom in allylic halides is bonded to an sp³ hybridised carbon atom.
Teacher: *taken aback for a millionth of a second* Make sure you know the answer without peeping through your notes next time.
Bejin: Damn!

4. When the Teacher wants your home-work register:

Teacher: Have you done your home-work?
Bejin: No.
Teacher: Why so?
Bejin: I am dyslexic.
Teacher: I would've believed you only if I didn't see you at the show of Taare Zameen Par yesterday.
Bejin: Oh.

3. When there are two Art Teachers with their own creative (and gender) differences.

Male Teacher: I don't like how you've used a mustard here. A red would've highlighted the white spot more.
Female Teacher: No, I think it's absolutely fine, Sir. Look how the mustard smudges around the white spot and gives it a surreal touch.
Male Teacher: I get your point but ma'am it looks shabby.
Female Teacher: What do you mean by shabby!? It looks good. More like how the background mixes into the spots of white creating a...
Bejin: Psychedelic!
Female Teacher: Yeah! A psychedelic.. feel.
Male Teacher: It hardly looks psy..
Bejin: Psychedelic!
Male Teacher: Yeah. That.
Bejin: Teachers, we're gonna get it printed again this year.
Female Teacher: Well, that's there. How about a coffee, Sir?
Male Teacher: Sure!
Bejin: WTF!

2. On Teachers' Day

Bejin: Happy Teachers' Day, ma'am. I made you a card.
Teacher: Thank you, Bejin. Never thought you could come up with something so heart warming.
Bejin: Don't blame me. I was forced to!
Teacher: I need to meet your parents now.
Bejin: What did I do now!?

1. When the Physics class is a humdrum affair:

Maria: *yells out* Oh FUCK!
Bejin: HaHa. You fucker! You just said a fuck in the fucking Physics class in front of that fucking Physics lady!

*everyone stares*

Teacher: Both of you, to the Principle's office. Right now.
Bejin: It won't hurt any worse this time..
Both: Aww, fuck!

Bejin's Top Five (Part 1)

2009-08-22T16:56:00.000+05:30

Encounters with the opposite pole:

5. When the guy is very normal:

He: Hey!
Me: Yo!
He: Heard Metallica's new album?
Me: Nope.
He: You should kill yourself.
Me: Really? I heard they sucked.
He: Well, even then! It's a cult, you tiny little bitch!
Me: Cool. Pass on the album to me tomorrow.
He: I have it in my computer. Downloaded it from the torrents.
Me: Make me a DVD.
He: Huh?
Me: By tomorrow.
He: We've got Maths home-work due tomorrow.
Me: I'll do that. You get me the disk.
He: Okay!

*a wicked smirk spreads across Bejin's stoic face*

Next Day:

Me: My disk?
He: Here.
Me: Thanks. Sayonara!
He: HEY WAIT! I need to copy the Maths home-work.
Me: Like you'd do it.
He: Yeah, I will..
Me: *nervous smile* Hehe, I thought you wouldn't, so..
He: WHAT!

*Bejin escapes slyly while the guy curses his foolishness*

4. When the guy is a total gentleman:

He: Senorita, your eyes are like the shimmering waters in the night sky.
Me: Huh?
He: Your eyes.. they are like the shimmering waters in the night sky.
Me: *irritated* *looks away* So, what else?
He: Your hair are like an artist's canvas with a brilliant black background.
Me: With a twisted and abstract face in the middle?
He: HaHa. My beautiful, you're funny.
Me: Really!? *happy*
He: Your lips are like...
Me: Oh shut up you fag! Tell me the crucial. You think I am funny?
He: Well, yeah.. I guess.
Me: Hah! I knew Maria was just jealous of my humor and sensibilities. Thanks sucker!

*Bejin leaves*

3. When the guy is a nerd:

Me: Give me your home-work register.
He: No.
Me: Dude, we have to submit it after the lunch break.
He: What would I get in return?
Me: Umm, I'll let you live for today..
He: *delighted* Okay!

2. When the guy is in love:

He: I.. I.. I had to uh...
Me: I got it. Say no further.
He: Really.
Me: Yeah.

*runs off at a speed of 299,792,458 m/sec*

1. When the guy is an otaku:

Me: Man, Samurai Champloo is just kick-ass!
He: Oh screw that, Afro Samurai is better!
Me: Wanna bet?
He: Oh sure!

*both take out their cardboard katana and start jumping around here and there creating weird sounds *
*suddenly it's all silent, everyone looks as to what the fuck is going around*
*they stand at a distance from each other and stare straight into the eye of the other*

Me: HaHa, I know you're fast but take the last few breaths while I smoke off this weed.
He: Thanks for the wonderful proposal but I might as well kill you while you're at that thing.

Both: HAAYII-YAAH!

*they rush towards each other with their cardboard katana*
*everyone stares in complete silence*
*brief pause*

Me: Dude! You have to fall down. I just killed you.
He: WTF! You're the one whose dead.
Me: Na-uh!
He: Oh yes.
Me: No!
He: YES!

*Bejin stamps on his foot and runs off*

Me: Yay! I win, loser.
He: Curse you little, witch!

The Bow

2009-08-21T01:56:00.000+05:30

I have always been a T.V. person and owing to the fact I have the worst scheme from Tata Sky Dish Services, I am only left to watch UTV World Movies and Phineas and Ferb these days.

While the latter happens to be a big hit in my daily scenario, UTV World Movies on the other hand is a once in a while deal for me, given to the fact that they air movies in languages I have never even heard of.

The other day while I was surfing the T.V. scene, I happened to have a brief look at this movie channel randomly. It had chinki looking characters, water, boats, an old man and a 16 year of girl and then I knew that it had to be Kim-Ki-Duk!

It's summary read as follows:

A 60 year old fisherman has been bringing up a girl since she was a baby. Now she is 16 years old and the fisherman has other intentions. But the arrival of a male student changes all their lives.

The intentions about which the summary speaks of is the kinds that would freak out fifty year old Indian house wives.
Ah, nothing extreme.. but you know how Indian home makers are!

The sixty year old man brings up a girl he found when she was six. It's been 10 years since and the old man plans on marrying her on her 17th birthday. He lives on the dough he makes by allowing people from the nearby areas to come for fishing. The old guy would be often misinterpreted as the girl's grandpa by anyone who is clueless about the plot as such. Not to mention, the characters in the movie who come for fishing assume very much the same.
Like all of Duk's movies, The Bow contains very little dialogues. The story proceeds casually, often describing the monotony of the protagonists' lives with great intricacies like how the old man gives the girl her daily bath, does her hair, sets up her bed at night, gets the daily groceries and cancels out each coming day in his calender and then flip a few months off to see and smile at a particular date marked with a red heart shaped design filled with some Korean calligraphy indicating the young girl's birthday and hence, their marriage day.
The days are mostly repetitive with a little everyday humdrum like the fishermen trying to have their way with the young female only to be aimed at by the old man with a bow and arrow.
The Bow's title is based on how the old man tells people's fortunes. The process is rather peculiar. Unlike how usually fortunes are told, the old man has his own style which involves tying of a colorful ribbon around the young girl's wrist, her sitting on a swing tied outside their main boat and the old man aiming at an old Buddha like figure painted on the outer wooden walls of the boat. The girl smiles as she swings, her gaze constantly set on the old man. It has no fear and while she keeps swinging at a constant pace, the oldie aims and shoots three times after which the girl whispers something in his ears and the oldie whispers the same in the client's ear.
Life runs smoothly for the both of them until one day a group of young male students come to their ship for fishing (probably on a group tour). The girl is attracted by a youthful boy and gradually they come closer to each other. The oldie grows overly protective of her and hates it when she goes to him. Suddenly, the girl starts hating the old man for keeping her caged for so many years and starts to get irritated at the very same actions which were earlier liked by her.

(Scenes when she can't allow the old man to give her a bath while she's sitting naked in a tub just like before and when she tries to get away the old man's grip from her wrist while she sleeps, the desperate old man's efforts to win her back and consequences that lead him to make a new double bed to keep her close to himself and how he cancels off a whole week and later rips off two pages (two whole months actually) from his calender to get married to her before it is too late, are brilliantly done!)

The young girl's attraction for the youth grows each coming day and one day she slips from her bed at night and sinks into the young boy's mattress to touch his lips and rub his cheeks. It is when the guy comes closer to her in order to kiss her, that the old man sees them together and with no pause he immediately takes away the boy from his boat. The boy promises to come back after he finds the girl's parents.
And while the boy is gone, the oldie's relationship with the girl remains strained.

Soon enough, the young boy returns with a note from her parents who claim their child. The old man is adamant and doesn't let him take her away. It is then that the guy challenges the old man to read his fortune too and predict as to whether or not he'd be able to take her away with himself or would the old man marry her off and live happily ever after.
The fortune telling process comes into play and the girl smiles at the old man. Her smile revealing a sense of confidence and pride which makes the old man very nervous. Two bows are shot and when he's about to shoot the final bow, the young boy pulls back the ropes of the swing and the girl falls into the water and the bow hits the Buddha in the head.
She whispers something which is passed onto the visitor by the old man.

The next day, the young boy politely asks the old man to let go off the girl because she has to see what the world outside is like, hearing which the old man gets really annoyed and he opens his cupboard and throws off the dresses he got for the girl and himself for their marriage.
The girl leaves and the boy follows and they finally leave the old man's boat. On the other hand, the old man cries his eyes off for the girl meant everything to him. He sees them going away in another boat and it is then that he takes a looped rope and puts it around his neck (ah, typical of Kim-Ki-Duk). The rope is in turn tied to the boat in which the boy and the girl are traveling and as they keep moving ahead, the rope tightens it's grip around the old man's neck. The pain gets unbearable for the man and he grabs hold of a knife kept nearby and tries to cut the rope, while on the other hand the girl realises something and rushes back to the oldie.

The old bastard on seeing her coming back to him hides the knife and continues to cough. The girl pities the old man, hugs him and you see them dressing up each other for their marriage in the next scene (the young boy has a stupefied look on his face all the while).
Finally they get married and sail off in another boat where the old man takes off the young bride's clothes revealing her in a long, white slip. He plants a gentle kiss on her cheek and plays some soothing music for her and the girl soon falls asleep and while she's still asleep, the old man aims his bow at the girl, then shoots it into the air and jumps into the water committing suicide.
This small boat moves back to the original boat where the dumb struck young boy is still there. He goes to check what's wrong and he sees the girl masturbating in her sleep. The very same arrow which the oldie had shot sometime back hits the boat's deck close to the girl who finally wakes up, smiles and they leave the boat for the 'real' world.

...

Though the movie is neat enough, it is not even close to what I have already seen of Kim-Ki-Duk's but I would appreciate the movie on the following grounds:

1. It was on T.V. and I didn't have to go through the pains of downloading or buying it.
2. The music was cool enough.
3. The young Korean boy was cute.
4. KIM-KI-DUK!
5. I was jobless.

Amossed

2009-08-01T08:51:00.000+05:30

When chickens get a taste of your meat, it's time to get mutated.

When the belle of New Orleans tries to show you how to tango, run away.

When he likes killing you after you're dead, he loved you.

When they cut out the flute from the throat of the loon, it's time to sing.

and...

When they think I am a queer, I smirk.

PS: So torrified.

It So Happened..

2009-07-31T13:42:00.000+05:30

They entered my room and tried to get me out of my bed in the hopes of seeing a whacked out me. I lay lazily still, looked at them with weary eyes, yawned some then went back to reading a particular piece of literary shit I had in hand that time. For some reason, they seemed irritated, as if they didn't know me at all. Maybe the irritation was the result of them knowing me so very well. I don't know.
My ignoring them led them to getting scattered in different parts of my room. While Freddy was looking for a good read, Hally checked out her new outfit, which she bought on her way back home, yesterday. It's amusing to see how excited she was about a stupid dress.
.
.
.
Okay, damn! No matter how indifferent and cool I try to act, that black dress sure as hell caught my eye. Anyway, moving on, 'Man' (as we call him, contrary to his physique), sat next to me and asked me to get up and get ready for the "ride of my life". I showed no interest whatsoever, which kinda made him, umm.. anxious? Maybe. As it is I am bad with my expression skills. Not that it bothers me, or just maybe.. it does.
So then anyway, Hally shot up suddenly and said: "How about we plan a meeting with Fyodor and make these two talk it out!? That will set her spirits just as we want!"

For some reason, it didn't bother me at all but I think Freddy passed a subtle glare at Hally cause she suddenly cooled down just as she shot up. Man on the other hand was thinking. About what.. I am clueless. I think it was those burgers we had just before Fyodor and I had that huge argument but then again, maybe not.

It's been three weeks since I last spoke to Fyodor, I wonder what he must be doing. I know! It must be his little turtle he must be playing with. Oh I am so sure! With Fyodor, things are constant. He's too typical to be mistaken. 'Predictable' would be the word, I guess... (!?)

And haha, while I gave stuff a thought, I guess it was Freddy who was smirking and Man who suddenly exclaimed "Get up woman! You're not even reading that damned shit." It was then that I think I smiled after quite a while. Not that I am some emo sucker but because I am too lazy to smile back. No, honestly! Hally was kinda relieved seeing me smile. Okay, who am I trying to fool this once, it's just her dress she's in love with currently.

So then anyway, the guys moved out of my room and Hally stayed back. Freddy's got some neat choice when it comes to books, contrary to his dressing sensibilities. He picked up Love in the Time of Cholera, which is kinda new, cause Freddy is hardly the sentimental types. He's more into umm.. let's say Hitler and the Nazis.
So whatever, I kinda got dressed up for a bit. Now, don't get ideas, it was just a black Nirvana T-shirt with my normal blue jeans. But I was kinda conscious cause Hally wore this umm.. sexy (!?) halter neck blouse with a cute little blue skirt. Well, so we all went out of my place, got into a cab and went to this new bar which went by the flashy name of The Zeitgiests, and for wannabe intellectual suckers like us, it was the place to get as hell drunk or.. maybe not!
Freddy kinda seemed a little more serious than the usual, because he ordered coke with chicken strips instead of beer with chicken legs. I wonder what's wrong with these guys.. except that Man is still the dumb old him and Hally.. well, the same old fancy dress woman and hence, basically it was only Freddy who was so very... umm, no, a little weird that day. Except that I get what's bothering him and I don't like what it is but who'd tell him about it all.. not me, for sure.

That day went by casually. We were sipping our cokes, fighting over the last piece of the chicken strip and well, talking... about random dreams, some new alternative rock band which Man hated, chicken strips, beer and life in general. It was then that Freddy suddenly spoke of Fyodor, and it was just then that I realised, that it didn't bother me. At all. I suddenly got trapped in this void of introspection and realised that nothing and none meant anything to me as such. It was all so trivial.. Hally, Freddy, Man, Fyodor, my parents, my neighbour, his cat and her blue bell. All of it, all of them.. I wonder what caused me to make up for such a brilliant stone.

So while I thought of the various possibilities of why I turned into a stoic, I felt a hand touch my right shoulder. It was Man. I think he wanted to console me or something. Suddenly, Freddy stepped forward and just hugged me. It was weird to be honest. He has never been that way. Never! I just patted his back. That's my way to tell people off, but Freddy.. he just hugged me, even tighter and even so I didn't feel "warm" as they describe it in shoujo manga.

I said: Freddy, it's alright.
He said: No, it's not.
I said: Okay.. but what exactly are we talking about!?
He said: About you and... Fyodor and..
I said: Fyodor? And...!?
He said: Me.
I said: What about you?

He then pushed me back and I think his eyes were moist or just maybe... it was the disco lights.

He said: You don't have to act in front of us.

Hally and Man just looked as him in great amusement. If I weren't this lazy, I would've laughed back then.

I said: Dude, got fever or something!?
He said: Let's just drop this, okay?
I said: Cool.
He said: FINE!

And just like that he was gone. Just like Fyodor.
Man went after him while Hally stood next to me.

I said: What was that again!?
Hally said: I.. have no clue.
I said: It's cool.

While we spoke of having no clue and being scandalised by Freddy's new avtaar, Man came in panting and said "I'll drop you at Hally's place tonight. Okay by you?" and I said "cool".

That night, while Hally showed me more of her dresses and nail paints and jewelery, I noticed, that no matter how indifferent I am towards my friends, they are the ones I most think about. In moments of introspection, they are my experimental guineas.
I suddenly felt the urge to call both the eff dudes and make up with them but not knowing how to go about it made me all weary and I ended up just sleeping, like any other day. I think, it's my cave to hide in, my way to give in, my way to resent, repent and give way...

..Or, maybe not!

PS: My longest post so far.
PPS: Say "ooh shaa!" XD

The Art Blog

2009-07-18T04:06:00.000+05:30

Is up here.

Why so serious?

2009-07-16T23:16:00.000+05:30

I seriously need to take some serious actions against my not-so-seriously-serious self.

Seriously, I have come to realise that I can't be seriously serious about even the most serious of issues. Seriousness, could be often related to being seriously focused and/or being seriously ambitious. Seriously, I don't have a fucking clue as to what I am typing but I am shit serious this time. I mean seriously, this is so not the kind of seriousness I wish to seriously see in myself.
I wish I could be serious enough. 'Seriously serious' is what I want to get about art, academics and other serious stuff but man, I can seriously not get serious by the end of the so fucking serious day or rather a damned serious year.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, get me to become seriously serious person soon enough or else I will seriously have to take some serious measures against my so-not-serious self. Help me, Mother, help me get serious, seriously!

*signs*
-Serious enough,
Bejin Serious Hakumei.

Realisations, Resolutions and Resurrection

2009-06-29T23:43:00.001+05:30

Reading her last post made her realise the ever so subconsciously known fact that she sucked at writing in the third person and after a rather long and never ending break from the virtual world of the Wired, Bejin Hakumei is now back and she has vowed upon a certain loser's name (not yet known) to never bore her dimwitted blog friends, wannabe blog followers and the general junta with her retarded writing.

And now that she is so over the "third person" disease, she's also willing to make the resurrection of her ever so dead ambitions known to public. Alas, ambition would be too strong a word for a character so astonishingly weak as her, when it comes to resolutions, but it ought to be done.

Bejin looks forward to the day when she will get some serious art done. She is determined to make some hundred doodles everyday starting this July 20th. She has also from a certain Junkie, been inspired to do a little sculpting. She will also start her own art blog wherein she will upload her artworks, designs and other related stuff. She also plans to later make art on demand (i.e., when she has enough knowledge about the human anatomy, animation on paper, sketching, painting etc.)
She also plans to read all of what her brother left at home (part of them are done with already) and watch good cinema. Moreover, she shall watch anime like she never did and hell, she also plans on reading most of the manga up there on OneManga.

She plans to also...

Bejin Hakumei: Just don't keep farting all you like.

. . .

Not That High

2009-06-25T14:06:00.000+05:30

She is still fighting the nauseous, giddy feeling followed by a couple of strong drinks on the rocks. Yeah, she got drunk and it was the elite Johnnie Walker's Black Label worth some 5000 in the Indian currency.

Technically, this was her second attempt and having learnt from her first, that nothing could possibly give a thick skinned brat like her a high, she resort to get drunk a little over the edge this time in order to experiment with the alternative states of her consciousness. It was around six in the evening and she was over the internet and what followed after was something she was not too aware of but she does realise that she had been a major pain in the ass for many people.

The first time she had this acid like shit gulped down her throat, it was at her friend's place. Her friend was struck with the idea of getting high and there was absolutely nothing she could do to change her mind. What the other female did was amusing. She got a huge pile of clothes hiding within which a huge box containing a sealed "scotch whiskey". The idea was to take in some of it and then reviving back the original mark by mixing in some water, then replacing it inside her mom's closet. Hurriedly they opened the seal only to realise that they could fill in some water but they definitely couldn't get the seal fixed. Conveniently they filled in their glasses and laughed at the thought that it'll all be blamed on the servants, if discovered. After a shot followed by the random curses and cribbing over the disappointing taste, they resort to fill it in with water. But soon enough, they realised that there's a cork like valve which doesn't allow water to seep in through it. Now all they were left to do was to get it replaced completely, and how? Well, they could have just thrown it off had they been ignorant of it's damned price but then our very own Bejin Hakumei volunteered to take it back to her place and hide it in her room. Nobody at her place gave a shit so it was okay.

Anyway, so now was their turn to take in the full glass and relax in the room and utter shit and yet stay sane enough to face their parents. In fact, what's amusing is the fact that they never thought it'd get to them. They didn't make any arrangements. So, that was that. And yeah, all this while, they were in the bathroom attached to her friend's room in the first floor. Very safe a place indeed.

So then, Miss Hakumei wanted to get over with it first so she just took in the shit, the little bit that she could without barfing the rest on the floor. She then told her friend to have her share while she would stay in the room in order to shoo off any alien entering it. Bejin watched some T.V., felt her stomach boil, ate some pop-corn, felt it getting to her, watched some more T.V., felt herself getting tipsy, ate some more pop-corn then holding herself straight, she walked into the bathroom to see what the girl was upto and holy shit, she was holding onto the wash-tub uttering random gibberish. Now was Bejin's turn to get shit scared. Now, the intricate details of Bejin's attempts to get her friend to sleep will be skipped but yeah, it was tough for even for the mighty Miss Hakumei.

After getting her to somehow sleep, Bejin packed the bottle and everything, ran down the staircase, told her friend's granny that her granddaughter went off to sleep after a rough day's hard work. Bejin then just rushed back home. Maybe she was scared of getting caught or maybe because she could be accused of stealing an expensive intoxicating drink from her friend's place or maybe it was because her mom was calling her up every two minutes ordering her to come back home cause good girls don't stay out too late (it was 8:30 in the night), or maybe it was because she had her internet connection fixed after so long. Whatever it was, Bejin Hakumei was surely not her cool and calm self. So anyway, she rushed back home, hid in the stuff and thought of how the day went by. Now the crucial thing is, the first half of the day has still not been dealt with, which too was coincidently enthrilling. Anyway, Bejin lay on her bed thinking of how her dull and uneventful life had this rather interesting episode in it and then she pondered over the idea of how her friend got high and she was still sane enough. She was glad about the fact that none of them got caught and it was all thanks to her capacity for if she too had been high then the both of them would have been in deep shit but in the end she was just too upset over the idea that she didn't get to see herself getting high.

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Now, last night's story starts from two days back when Bejin was ridiculed for being a failure, loser etcetera. She was emo, not because of the lame comment but because she too had immense faith in her rather low potential. Her long suppressed and ignored grief was very much felt. She was gloomy over the thought of not making it anywhere decent. She was terror stricken at the idea of going through the shit all over again. She was plain anxious. It was then that she resort to drink and get high on that one bottle kept inside her closet. After her parents left for a little outing of theirs, she immediately took out the bottle and took in a glass full, then another and then yet another! She still felt nothing change in her and she packed the whole thing back again cribbing for not being good at academics, for being a miserable failure, for sucking at art (her only hope) and most of all, for not getting high. Slowly it got to her, oh yes, it so did! And after that... she doesn't remember much of anything, except a friend calling her up to console her, another friend calling her up telling her to have lemon and tea and the ultimate, falling off from her chair, hitting hard on the edge of her bed and getting herself cut in the leg. Best, this time too, she didn't get caught. Man, she's too smooth a rustic!

On being interrogated, all she says is "What an experience!"

The Story So Far

2009-06-25T01:54:00.000+05:30

Bejin's impatient blog followers: What good is a dead blog?

Bejin Hakumei: *smirks* Well, you see, I don't have write anything and you don't have to read anything!

The Grey Crayons

2009-05-22T05:14:00.001+05:30

She picked up her grey crayons after ages and created an image of the man who stole her heart for an eternity... her Kira, everyone's Light.

The Third Person

2009-05-22T04:52:00.001+05:30

It always amused me to see people use the words 'he' and 'she' to refer to themselves. It's hard to talk about yourself as if it's not you at all. Well, many a cool people do it so why not me? And because I am particularly fascinated by this random art, I hereby vow to refer myself in the third person from now on.

So, is this cool enough to make some news in the blog world?!

The Band Thing

2009-05-17T08:38:00.000+05:30

Having been introduced to the world of 'rock music' and the culture of the 'band following' by my elder brother, did do me a lot good. I still remember the night when he as hell sung the glorious tales of the 'weird' people.
It brought a new air of self confidence in me. I knew when some damned retards could make tons of dough by composing music out of their own miseries, I, being relatively better in most aspects could do much. Sad scene, life didn't turn out that way but nevertheless, the list continues to flourish!

Here's a list of my favourite bands:

> Pink Floyd (My Eternal Numero Uno)
> The Doors
> Nirvana
> Alice in Chains
> Pearl Jam
> Led Zeppelin
> Rage Against The Machine
> Tori Amos
> Simon and Garfunkel
> The Allman Brothers Band
> Lynyrd Skynyrd
> Porcupine Tree
> Frank Zappa
> Bob Dylan
> Neil Young
> Jimi Hendrix
> Eric Clapton
> Indus Creed
> Indian Ocean
> Red Hot Chilli Peppers
> Shakti
> Alms For Shanti
> The Eagles
> Guns N' Roses
> Audioslave
> Death Cab For Cutie
> The Cranberries

PS: The above mentioned list is subject to random convenient amendments.

Sayonara, Zetsubou Me!

2009-05-17T07:49:00.001+05:30

I was worried for long.
Why?
Well because I normally keep getting these suicidal mood swings which make me plan out schemes in order to carry out the related tasks, but all this while, a month or two to be precise, I was thoroughly contented. No motives, no evil, nothing gloomy, nothing bad as such and certainly nothing good.

Ah, normal bliss was what it was. And that's the very reason why I was so anxious.
I knew I had to take the blow someday. Each casually-normal-good-day brought me closer to my ultimate nightmare.
Yeah, academics it is, yet again.

In a matter of days my results will be out and I, with passive reluctance wait for the ultimate shit. I, sure as hell, can't escape this one!

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Reader: So? What's the point!?

Bejin Hakumei: Umm... zetsuboushita?

Ah..

2009-05-09T23:18:00.000+05:30

This, resulted in yet another shame. Not the vile little urge to boast of my intelligence that had made me break the ice here and start talking, but a desire to "throw myself on others' necks." This desire to throw myself on people's necks so that they recognise me as good and start embracing me or something like that (swinishness, in short), I consider the most loathsome of all my shames, and I had suspected it in myself for a very long time- namely, ever since the corner I had kept myself in for so many years, though I don't regret it. I knew that I had to be gloomier among people. What comforted me, after each such disgrace, was simply that the "idea" was with me all the same, in secret as always, and that I hadn't betrayed it to them. With a sinking feeling, I sometimes imagined that once I had spoken my idea to someone, I would suddenly have nothing left, so that I'd become like everybody else, and might even abandon the idea; and so I preserved and cherished it and trembled at the thought of babbling. And then here, almost with the first encounter, I had been unable to hold out, I hadn't betrayed anything, of course, but I have babbled inadmissibly; the result was disgrace. A nasty recollection! No, it's impossible for me to live with people; I think so even now; I say it for forty years to come. My idea is- my corner!

I am a corner- I live in a corner.
I am but an adolescent.

With Ribbons Undone

2009-04-23T16:18:00.000+05:30

I had always been this lazy kid who would prefer sleeping her ass off for most part of the active hours. In the evening I'd stay back home sleeping or watching Dexter's Laboratory. Often I'd be dragged out of my bed by hyper active girls who had no interest what so ever in the great Dexter. I'd curse them in my head for ruining my program for the evening. Being a skinny little fuck that I still am I was better than the other fatsos in all the games. However I was amongst the kiddos who'd want to play tough. Yup! I liked being a hero [!?], I'd run around like a cheetah, act like a mediator in random cat fights, get myself skinned and what not. Yeah, a total wannabe was all I was, yet happy.
It sometimes amuses me to see how happy I have been all my life. Maybe, that's because I never cared enough to pay heed to the bad stuff that came my way.
I was never a careful person as a girl. Dressing up well, talking like girlie girls, being cute was something too far fetched for me, for the people I have been with all my life is my brother and his friends.
It pains me to see how I have changed relatively. I now live a rather clean life, get myself waxed in time, get myself a haircut done every 3-4 months. I apply kaajal and tie my hair neatly.

Argh, I disappoint myself to the core!
Whatever happened to the good old days when I'd skip my bath to lazily lie around watching Cartoon Network? The days when I'd run around the house like a maniac to get in the way of my brother and his love, Mathematics. The days when I'd never apply a moisturiser on my fugly face. The days when I never cared for what I was or what I appeared to others.

*sigh*

.. I don't want to grow up Mom, at least not tonight.

Height of Desperation

2009-04-22T22:02:00.001+05:30

If I were a boy, I'd fall in love with myself.

Three Golden Wishes

2009-04-21T06:57:00.000+05:30

I always fancied the thought of possessing a genie. I always wanted to possess some weird magic that could perhaps, lead to a better life. Often the thought of being asked "what are your three golden wishes" would haunt past my rather sleepy head and I would indulge in contemplating as to what to ask for. Barbie dolls didn't seem too bad an option to be consider as a kid but even then I knew they'd be of no use after some kiddy years of my life.
Having heard the tales of witty morons asking for infinite number of wishes seemed too cool a wish to yearn for but because I detest "copying" ideas, I never really considered it as my grand wish. However, until now I wasn't really sure if I could hold onto this principle if was actually asked for.

Anyway, recently, having gone through rough times on being both academically and personally elled, I gave some thought to this after long. A suicidal cynic that I tend to get as the night befalls, lead me to find the ultimate solution to this fancied thought.

I imagined myself in this stereotypical situation of having found a magical lamp which on rubbing let out smoke only to transform into a magical being called the genie. He'd tell me that he could grant any three of my wishes and I'd yawn like a cool bitch cause I now have three totally cool and origninal wishes to ask for!

My first wish would be to erase me from everyone's memory.

My second wish would be to erase everyone from my memory.

And my ultimate wish would be to grant me moksha!

Now, this is what I call sheer brilliance!

The Catch Of My Eye

2009-03-29T20:34:00.006+05:30

Caution: The following piece of writing is a story about love and could perhaps be interpreted as girlie.

I admit. I was once in love with a guy.
He was the kinds who'd interpret this world as a dark and rotten place to live in. He despised the system but never really bothered to make a difference. He lacked passion. And though he could smell through people's motives, he was a confused bastard who couldn't really differentiate the good from the evil. Fucker, was a failure at academics but somehow always managed to pass English.
*smirks*

Haha, there was this one time when got expelled from his school. Not that he resented it one bit. In fact, he wanted seclusion and got it too! Somehow he didn't wish to go home like most of us would. And it's just my guess but I think he was just running away.. trying to ignore the dead ends he would have to face some day.
*sigh*

And damn what a brat he was.. stubborn and annoying! Retard, left school because he had a fight with his roommate and desperately wanted a break. Man, he had one helluva adventurous time cause the same night he visited a prostitute! But the loser said he wanted to talk to her instead of having sex. I mean what a kid! The bitch asked him for more money and when he refused, he ended up being bashed up thoroughly by her pimp instead!
Poor kid tried to act all brave and matured but I think he was afraid of growing up. I presume he disliked change. And even though he was naive at times I know he was a matured and sensible guy who could reason out well.
Such stark and ironic contrasts to him only added to his subtle charm. What I mean is, I kinda found him cute.

I don't know, man but I guess I was just helplessly falling in for him or something. His brand of honesty is kinda rare these days, ya know. Like for example, he wasn't particularly a caring person but he sure did like his little sister who I think was his only comfort in some regards. And hell, it makes me want to laugh out loud to think the brat thought of his English teacher and confidant as a pervert making sexual advances on him! On second thoughts.. who knows.. I mean the world is kinda unpredictable after all.
*rolls her eyes*
*pauses*
*let's out an inaudible sigh and continues*
This lonely and cynical guy seemed tired from day to day living, and from what I remember of him, I think he thought of himself, or let's say he knew himself to be a loser. I don't remember him admitting it though.
Silly kid, imagined himself as the protector of kids playing in the rye fields.

He is my male equivalent. Holden Caulfied, the catcher in the rye was the catch of my eye.
And even today, reading the shit I wrote, would probably make him go all, "phoney attention seeking bitch" but I don't give a fuck for all I know is that I would just stare at his back as he would walk away after saying those cruel words, trying hard to catch the fleeting glimpse of that image so that it resides in my heart forever.

*sighs*
I was merely lying when I said I was in love.
*mumbles inaudibly*
I guess, I still am.

NOTE: The above mentioned crap is written just to shut up some people [especially, Devika Misra] who think I have lost touch.

The L Factor and the Story of Being Officially Elled..!

2009-03-25T14:02:00.003+05:30

We all hail the greatness of the F word but very few know the effness of the L word..!

It was only yesterday afternoon when I was thinking of how versatile the letter 'L' is. I mean 'L' stands for both Lawliet and Light. 'L' also stands for "lame", "lust", "lounge" and ultimately 'L' also stands for a term often associated with me.. that is, loser. Only little did I know that the same night I was going to be "officially" elled..!

Yup, most of you already know it and those of you who don't .. well, I haven't been selected for NID. So, the news is out and from now I am not going to crib on being called a loser. Instead, I am going to bow down Japanese style and humbly accept the tag.
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It all happened yesterday night somewhere around 10:00 p.m. I was happily chatting with my long lost buddy, Devika Misra when I suddenly got a call from a coaching friend telling me the NID results were out. Panicky and hyper, I joined my hands and prayed to the Lord to grant me this sole wish [for the first time in the past 6 years] Next you see me sitting with my dad, stuck on the computer screen, typing the site name and finally my roll number only to find out this:

IRA ANAND

Category: GEN
Sorry! You have not qualified for the 2nd Phase of NID Admissions for GDPD 2009-10.

Man, it was written in the most apologetic tone of all that made me wryly mock at myself for being such a mighty loser! My father who was at that time sitting next to me, moved away without saying anything a normal comforting parent would (I am kinda glad he didn't). And voila, next you see me calling, IMing, scrapping and texting the 'concerned lot' telling them about my result.
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Writing all of it here in my blog and making a public issue out of something I would have rather shared secretly with a friend makes me a drama queen but it's better than staying up all night and staring at the fan run steadily in the room's ceiling.

I always knew I had it in me.. I mean the L Factor but the fact got confirmed in a rather harsh way. Anyway, I would like to admit that the past two years have been amazingly extreme and being the cynical brat that I am, I pretty much enjoyed most of it; including yesterday's long and quiet night. And even though it was such a drag I bet it's one of those nights which I shall forever remember!
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Ah, feels good to be elled yet again

*laughs like a maniac*
*shoots herself*

~(X_x)~

Perfect Blue

2009-03-23T18:43:00.004+05:30

Perfect Blue is one of the most well received anime movies of all times. Having been appreciated world wide it is a must watch for all anime fans and cinema goers.
It's a film by the famous Japanese director of anime films, Satoshi Kon and is a psychological thriller based on the life of an aspiring pop singer Mima Kirigoe.

The movie opens in a rather strange way with otakus gathered to see Mima's last performance as a pop-idol. On one hand where some fans hope for a bright future for Mima who is going to establish herself as an actress, some are rather disappointed in her especially a stalker who goes by the name Me-Mania.
The story unfolds in a predictable way from thereon where Mima experiences extreme pressure, both physical and mental. In order to establish herself as a competent actress Mima has to undergo many a situation which are mentally bothersome. For example, a rape sequence shot by Mima in the drama series called Double Bind [which in turn is also a mental state in which an individual (or group) receives two or more conflicting messages, with one message negating the other]
Mima's dedicated and skillful acting leads her to secure a larger part in the drama series. Meanwhile, Mima finds an online website called "Mima's Room" full of entries discussing her day. Mima who initially likes it as humble attempt by a fan is later taken aback to see how her life is discussed in such great detail. She discusses this with her manager cum friend, Rumi who assures her that it'd mean her no harm and that it's plausibly a prank.

In the later parts of the movie Mima is shown to have a trouble life born out of the rape sequence she shot in Double Bind to such an extent that she is unable to distinguish reality from fantasy. The story takes a new turn when all the people behind her pitiable mental state are gruesomely murdered one after the other. Mima begins to realise it's her doing cause there is ample amount of evidence against her and yet she is not sure cause she is no longer able to distinguish reality from fantasy.

Having been in a struggle to find out what's real and what's not Mima encounters Me-Mania who attempts to rape her. Mima is convinced it's he whose the diarist of the online website "Mima's Room" . She hits Me-Mania and runs off to Rumi, her sole comfort only to find her as the person behind the online website. Rumi is disillusioned and believes Mima, the pop-idol is the real Mima.
In the end it is shown that Mima goes to pay Rumi a visit in a mental hospital. On one hand where Rumi remains disillusioned, Mima gets out of the intense folie a deux situation and moves on with her now successful life.

The movie has a surreal plot often reminding one about David Lynch's works. It's a critically well received movie and one has to appreciate Kon's work of manipulation of psychological elements to achieve a level of intensity that many likened to the films of Alfred Hitchcock. Darren Aronofsky allegedly paid for the remake rights to Perfect Blue, so he could use one of the scenes for Requiem For A Dream.

Ultimately, WHAT A MOVIE..! is all I am left to say.
I rate it a fine 7/10 [I know my opinion hardly matters but still..]

The Dead End

2009-03-22T20:46:00.000+05:30

Pheww..

I am finally done getting laid by the effing boards and currently I am too jobless. Now you would think that I was busy slogging hard for my boards but this where you are mistaken!
I was busy trying to keep myself busy by acting all busy.
Got it!?
Well, not your mistake if you didn't. To be precise, I was fooling around all this while and I am feeling like a piece of shit right now given to the fact that I screwed up all my papers so badly!
What a pity!

Anyway, in the coming few days some of my rather pissed off blogger friends [read Devika, Sanjukta, Nishant] might see some good amount of posts coming in here.

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And even though I say you'll will see some work I am afraid I am going to be a disappointment yet again given to the fact that it's been only two days since I got over with my boards [unofficially] and I have already slept for 43 hours.

*smirks maliciously at her own self*

If..

2009-03-22T20:25:00.000+05:30

If sex gives as much pleasure as scratching an itching butt then man, I so totally wanna lose my virginity!

We know where it hurts you guys!

2009-01-28T21:33:00.001+05:30

Having being told by my Sensei Somnath Pal about nearly a million times about rigorous doodling, I resort to some serious (umm.. nearly serious) sketching. This work is based on us how we, the weaker sex are aware of our counterpart's vulnerable spot and how we can manage a fine escape only by one tactful hit!

XD

On blogging, bloggers and Subcultural Pornography!

2009-01-06T01:04:00.001+05:30

Ahem(eh)em!
Attention people, attention.

I have yet again come here with the sole purpose of writing yet another piece of shit that will either get comments like "you suck" or "why do you even bother!??". But here, I wish to tell those friends of mine [read Nishant and Sanjukta] that this time I resort to write something more than just two lines. What I intend to do is but a mystery to me but alas, I am here to give it a try.

Okay, so the reason as to why I never bothered to write much in here is because I was:
1. too busy sleeping
2. too busy with S.P.
3. too busy getting hyper about my NID exam

The thing that does piss me off at this stage is that none of it helped (apart from sleeping of course!)

So, from here on I shall start from the very beginning. The first time I heard the word blog, it was some three or four years back when my very brother Nanga Fakir told me about his own blog which was for me (and still is) so goddamn awesome!
Though I have read several blogs in the past three years, all I had in mind was that when I create my blog it'll be something like that of Nanga Fakir's. Full of movie reviews, list of books read and maybe some personal experiences written in a satirical fashion, but what I didn't know was the fact that it's so goddamn tough! Having being told by a few (including some friends, parents, well-wishers and Orkut fellow mates) that I was good with words, and that I could play with them in an appealing fashion I was compelled to (sort of) make a blog of my own.. but that's so not it, the main reason had been NID.
NID people are supposed to respect creativity, individuality and intellect. All of it is supposed to be in me, all I needed to do was show it! And voila, what could be better than a blog to show off what a wannabe asshole you are!
Sad scene is I screwed up my NID paper so bad that this blog ain't required anymore and hell, it can go to the pits..!
X_x

At this moment of dullness what seems best is if I indulge myself in something that's least artistic and most distracting.. No not a cigarette but Subcultural Pornography!
But sadly, all the losers are offline and it ain't any good at this hour of the day.

Ultimately all I have to say is "Life eej A hard..!"

Mocked it!

2008-12-30T15:20:00.001+05:30

Woke up, had breakfast, got ready and went off for a mock test in my coaching.

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And as you must have already guessed it, I mocked em' all..!
*grinning from ear to ear*

Tired Excuses..

2008-12-23T01:54:00.000+05:30

Yet another day full of tired excuses..

*Lets out an inaudible sigh*
*Mumbles to herself in a rather scared voice*
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"I plan on cribbing and complaining unrestricted from now on.."