The D-Day fell on 15th September 2009 (I think) that is when I will have to travel to Bangalore to accept the Birthday gift. Fart of Living classes.. oops! Art of living course. Reached Bangalore after some really long convincing by Prashanth and his girlfriend about how open my mind should be and how to take in the lessons that they teach and oh my God.. they did maintain the suspense of the “Feel good Factor”. I went there to have fun with Prashanth and enjoy the Bangalore climate. There were some friends who I am acquainted through gaming or rather I say “eSports” . But then my friend was put up on the outskirts and my connection to the middle of the city would be 30 kms or simply put 1.5 hours of bus travel.

The suffocation of all sorts started in the (F)art of Living. The only thing I enjoyed savouring there was the Volvo bus ride to the venue. Come on, there is always a positive perspective to any shit we take. There we signed an NDA.. (lol) that we would not teach any one personally. Like I would, duh!. Everyone is different and they take in different experiences to relish. It was sheer suffocation out there. I really did not like the atmosphere that was building up there. Suddenly we would have turn and face eachother and start dancing O_o. Oh wait! I forgot the best part.

Day1: Intro to another. Random people. Utter strangers. Beautiful chicks? Handsome studs? What ever! - Face each other, hold hands, look eye to eye and say, “Hi, I am Bharath Krishnan! I belong to you!”

Oh man! the trauma I went through when the people followed it up with this statement and gay reaction. Oh bloody holy (censored). Holy Shit fuck! I couldn’t control it .

Search for the inner-self, accepting people as they are and tolerance has the limit of the sky. Duh duh duh!

I see everything…

I went through 10 days of holy “Shit” training. But come on man, there were positives to the course as well. I have no distaste to all this but then the timing of my going to this course was totally messed up. My emotional quotient did not accept the sudden inflow of spiritual or humanitarian bullshit there.

- Breathing technique was an awesome lesson.

- The people there made me realise that they are more messed up than me.

- The Q&A session there was fuck all. They only could think about talking about who ditched who and how to approach the opposite species for sex. Rarely they spoke about “Life after Death” or some serious career related issues or dealing with so called delicate human nature devoid of Sex.

- I appreciated the “teachers” there who put up with really messed up good people.

- I found confessions of homosexuality. I have nothing against them. I was all thumps up for their confessions and they really had the guts to do so. But I hated the people (spectators/ holy crowd) who started booing in disbelief. Come on! They are just humans and holy crowd got the license to intrude in their opinion. Knock knock!! Do I know U? :S

I could only thing of these many. I was more taken aback by the “Dance now”, “Look at your partners eye”, “Dance Now”, “Hold your partners Hands”, etc, etc, and yeah! Dont forget to breathe. lol

I fought with my friend beacause I couldn’t stand the (F)art of Living stench and I am sorry for that. I reached the peak of my tolerance level only after attending this so called course. I had to spend nights in awkward disbelief that there were really messed up people who PRETEND to be normal and happy. There was one person who slept only in “______” even in friend’s house. (I intend not to spell out the dash) and no ethics of respecting others space. It was learning and I learnt the most. The most Productive phase in my life.

Like I care. lol. A wonderful experience going down into the memories of mystory. But with no Pun intended, I thank Prakash and Prashanth for the wonderful gifts. You guys are the best.  :)

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aHHHHHHH !!! … ~_~ (Feels good?)

Thank you for wasting your time here. See you in the next blog post..

The night out was arranged yesterday at around 6:30 pm and it was meant to be a night for Gdns (us ^-^) and OmF (Our better half ). We intended to go there and have a good time and so it was first decided that our line up of players would be Me (Gdn_scribbler), Gdn_TD, Gdn_Maximus, Gdn_SpK and Gokul (aka GodSp33d). But wait wait!! :-/ SpK, our team strat caller thought the other way round.
Gdn_SpK : Hey, come on.. this is not our regular five. If Gdn_Arch3r comes, I will come too. I wouldn’t mind opening Zion (his cafe) late if he comes.

I burst out into laughter from within, cos I knew that it was not going to happen that way.Arch3r had his personal obligations to complete and so he came through clean and we gave him a bail. SpK was not ready to accept Gokul as our regular five. I was wondering as to where our passion for gaming has gone 0_?. There ended our streak to meet up with OmF as a regular normal team. We settled in with Satya (aka nofear86 aka ATL player) and we just wanted to have some fun the DotA way. I was too excited about this. lol. Was I? It just fell apart. Everything!!!

4 straight games, 4 straight losses. First 3 games, we found out that we had done our part of mistake at the stage of hero picks. (We had never rectified this for a long time, that is why we needed SpK for this.) The 4th game was the most annoying and most lethargic game we played. I hate the blame game after I had a tug-of-war with my clannies just before a previous tourney. I quit arguing by pointing fingers at some one or some thing. Maximus, got so bored, it seems and started playing Flatout. Seeing this nofear (i_fear of course o.o) went off the mood to play the game we actually were playing. Gokul lost interest and TD had nothing to do but endure all this shit. I was minding my own hero in the game, trying to do justice to the game I was concentrating on.

One helluva game. zzzz!!!

What I noticed was, fucking we have the same miscommunication problem. No one talks or enjoys the game. Zombies are better off, I tell u. A simple game, no talking, no kallasifying, no this thing or that thing. OmF were having a gala time running over us. We pulled our strings together in some portions of the game, just to find that we are outnumbered in the Enjoyment factor.

Lesson learnt: Be serious!!!!! but identify the JOY JOY factor. Been missing it and if at all in future, we play as a team (of 5) >.<, surely I will be duly paying my respect to the Joy Joy Factor.

Overall, it was OmF’s night and the night out was a mockery on our part. The exciting part I found was playing Halo. Things should change, if not, I do not know what to expect. I will be there for the team and I will soon realise that “OMG! Do I have a real life to live in? Oh Yes! I will concentrate on it”

For the heck of it, I tried my chance in a few of the content development firms and the pay they give you is really nonsense. The economy melt down has really pushed the salary to a meagre commodity, that a fresher will be earning his pocket money not from his parents but from the place where he will start working. In return the organisation would put you under training for a 6 freaking long months and will try to compensate for the economy fuck up by paying you low. Do we have a choice? Yes, we do. Whether to take this job or to leave it. In return of the rejection, we might get a caring look from our parents with them thinking, “My son, is trying his best to get a job”, while you can  keep pondering, “Where the hell am I going?”

I have been a professional gamer for almost two and half years and I have been a part of the media side by side. I wanted to become a eSports journalist, which would entitle me to travel places and meet new people and interact with people in my age group. What happened? Where did I lose my track? What just hit me on my way? Duh!!! the fucking so called recession it seems. With the pulling of international events from India and some eSports company trying their best to keep their ends tight have just ensured me that this is not the safe zone.

I have been planning on an exit strategy for this, and with thorough confirmation of my abilities to achieve those, I will update it here. Until then, live in this God Fucking Crazy World.

Note: India is the most boring country with me living in this DRY place called Chennai. If you want to experience boredom of any sort, do not hesitate to come by. The address is Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India. >.<

I did cast my vote and the way I did can actually make you roll over the floor laughing just by looking at my expression. :-/ I am basically a Tamil illiterate. In other words, I can speak Tamil, but never can I read and write. My bro and I started off to the polling booth at around 9:00 am and we found ourselves comfortably standing with few people in the line for our ward 14, room 136. I know it sounds more like a number given in an hospital for the labour ward, but who cares, I just need to vote. This will be my second time in the voting booth and there is always this hush hush regarding who is going to vote for whom. It so happened that I asked my bro as to who he is going to vote for. He gave the best stare of his life time and whispered something that even a pig wouldn’t be able to listen.

The process was quite smooth, with constant jibber jabber from the person behind to vote for his party. The way he said, should be actually appreciated. It went somewhat like this, “Hope these common fools cast their vote to my XYZ pary. Atleast I am going to vote for this party.” Man, where do people think of such strategies? :-/

I cast my vote and hence legally I had cast my vote in. And now it was time for Voting out of the ordeal of normal life. This part is the most cherished part of today and I wouldn’t give it a second thought as well. Deepak, Vijay, Ashwin, Gokul and Myself found our places berthed in Yuri’s yard, a gaming cafe in Chennai to clan against Atlantis, the local contenders in DotA. It was actually a get together of 10 friends and the time we spent was intense filled with comedy, tragedy, strategy and a lot Masti.

We played around 4 games and instead of worrying who wins and loses, it was more like who gets their skills improved. We (Gdns) set roles for each and every player and executed it quite satisfactorily. It was just one step forward while our ATL friends learnt from their mistakes, and we too learnt our weakpoints in the process. Competitive gaming is more of learning than fighting over petty things. I would say, what I have learnt through gaming is quite a lot than what Education has actually taught me.

Fine day comes to an end, hoping to start my job hunt soon.

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