A vacation that changed everything ( PART 1 )

It was hardly three days and yet I seem to have enough memories for a lifetime. Three days of enduring pain, nausea, the chilly winds and the hot sun, my group of 18 friends plus me, came back home from places which were a little closer to heaven along with an uncanny feeling of euphoria.

It all started with planning a trip to this place called Kodachadri, which is supposed to be this magnificent place for every nature enthusiast. The trip was planned out to be for about three days and two nights. 7 girls and 12 guys, all from the same university, but half of them had never even spoken to each other before all this “planning”.

So, despite all the awkward and the egoistic “let them talk to us about it first” moments which arose between the guys and the girls, we finally agreed upon the plan. 

1st day – Kodachadri -> trek -> enjoy the sunset -> guest-house -> try to stay awake.

2nd day – Trek 2kms further up the hill -> watch the sun rise -> trek down -> kollur temple -> kundapur beach -> dinner -> home.

Simple, right?          


That plan which was laid out was probably the 100th plan which was made, after making changes to it, adding new places, etc, etc., some places which were previously agreed upon suddenly seemed like the worst place to go. And so, after researching the places, the plan for the first day was finalized and guess what!! The plan for the 2nd day was actually finalized while we were enjoying the 1st day’s plan.

That was not all. Many people dropped the “I don’t think I can make it. I’m sorry” bomb in the 11th hour. After loads of torment experienced, 19 out of 21 people agreed to go on the trip.

And so, on a beautiful, cold thursday, our journey began after 3 hours of boring lectures in the college.

31ST OCTOBER, 2013,     9:00pm.

We all met at Yashaswini’s place along with a few concerned parents. All the usual “please be carerful” talks went on among the parents and us. Some of us were completely distracted during those talks ( especially me 😛 ) and some did listen. 


After performing a traditional “have a safe trip” ritual, we all boarded the bus. Shrishti and Suhas took the responsibility of being the Chief Financial Officers throughout the trip. You know, managing money, paying bills for lunches, breakfasts, etc., with the money they’d collected from everyone before boarding the bus. 

And so, our journey began with a scream from everyone.

There’s not much to tell about that night. It was mostly travelling and we played a few games. Finally, after a few hours, everyone dozed off, except for Suhas who kept having regular conversations with the driver because he thought that the driver would fall asleep 😛

1ST NOVEMBER, 2013              

We reached this crappy hotel in the morning. We had been given two rooms. One for the boys and one for the girls. We ALL had to get ready in an hour and get back into the bus to go to this OTHER place for breakfast.( I thought we were in a hotel too ). Anyway, so, surprisingly, we all did get ready in an hour.

So, we reached this other place where we all had our breakfast. This hotel guy who was with us since two hours told us that we were supposed to reach a particular place where our bus would be loaded on to a launch to cross the water body, to get to the other side, where our trek would begin.

After a half hour’s journey, we reached the launch, only to find out that there were a dozen other cars and bikes waiting in line to get on it. The launch was Government operated and apparently, the highest priority was given to the locals. And our gang, with shades and nickers and 3/4ths on, did NOT look like the locals. So, we had to wait. We tried getting this guy to influence the launch operator into letting our bus in the launch, but it just didn’t work.

There was nothing left to do. We just ran towards the huge water body and picked up stones and started showing off our “skipping stones” skills. That was just Sanjay and me at first and then everyone joined. The place was ideal for photographs. Pavan was totally immersed in it. Suhas climbed on top of our bus to get a signal on his phone, just to try his luck by calling that “influence guy”. It still didn’t work.


Half an hour would pass and the launch would return and we would all get hyper, so did the other people who were waiting to get on it. Before our driver could get the bus near the launch, three other cars got past it and we would lose our turn. This happened four-five times. So, thats about 2.5 hours wasted. We HAD to get on the other side as soon as possible. Otherwise, we would start the trek late and we would definitely miss the sunset. It was about 12, I guess, and it certainly looked like we wouldn’t make it in time for the sunset, because we had to finish our lunch and then trek all the way to the peak of a hill, which would take almost four hours, or probably more.

In the meantime, everyone played around with water, splashing it at everyone. Shrishti ruined my shirt by splashing muddy water at me. And I taught her how to skip stones!!! 😛   Suhas, Vaishnavi, Sanjay and a few others played stick cricket. Not the mobile game. Literally, stick cricket. Aprameya could NOT stop posing for the billionth picture. We all just assumed that it was for his girlfriend to see how cool his trip was, and him ofcourse. After we missed the launch for the third time, I started to get dizzy for it was REALLY sunny and stayed back near the bus. One of my depressing moods was triggered due to a very unfortunate event which is best left un-discussed. So I stayed back, waiting for the launch, looking at the serene waters and the green plains behind it.


After a hundred photos taken 



and enjoying the theppa ride ( it’s basically a small, round boat ),


the launch returned and we. got. on. it. FINALLY. We were all relieved. We screamed and then got on the launch.


It took us to the other side and there we met our trek guide. We had to travel a little bit via, the bus to reach this place where we would begin our trek.

We HAD to have lunch before we started trekking. So, we stopped at this small hotel in Nittur, where everyone had their lunch and were packed with energy again. After continuing the little travel to the trek’s initial point, we were all told to put all our wallets and cell phones in one bag, which one of us would carry. It was just that the trek would get really messy and all the phones and wallets would get ruined. So we put all our wallets and phones in a water-proof bag, which Suhas carried the rest of the way. He just wouldn’t let anyone else carry it for him  -_-

And so, our trek began. 


The first three or four kilometers were boring and it was just a muddy path. Suhas and I were cursing the guide for a totally un-adventurous trek. We reached this primitive house, where we all drank fresh water which was available there. And then, after splashing the water again at each other, the guide told us that the “actual” trek would begin FROM that point and when it actually begins, we would be wishing for the boring, old muddy path.

Man-o-man, was he right. 


We trekked and trekked. Muddy paths no more, but only the rocky, slippery and rough paths. After trekking for about 5 kms, we came across a small waterfall. it was ecstatic and we all just ran towards it. Some slipped and some helped them get on it properly. Pavan was again immersed in taking everyone’s pictures.


 We had to go further up. Still a lot of ground to cover. From then on, it was only uphill. Literally. 

Then we found out that that waterfall was the base of the actual waterfall we were heading to. It was called Hidlumane falls. We got more excited and didn’t stop. People began to lose their balance, started slipping more, leeches latched on to a few hands and legs. Shrishti was fearlessly climbing, quicker than the guys. The heights started to scare the shit out of me. I held onto Kavya and I told her honestly that in-case I fell, I’d pull her down with me. She’s crazy anyway. The world wouldn’t lose anything 😛

On the way to this primary waterfall, Suhas sprained a leg and he was being stalled. Four other guys had to support him to get him through that uphill. And they did. We reached the waterfall and what a sight it was.

We RAN towards it, jumped into the freezing water and screamed our asses off.


 It was certainly more than ecstatic. The cold water hitting you on the back, the spray of the water covering your face to the point where you can’t see but just laugh. It was all amazing.



 Sanjay was crazy all this time. Jumping after his cap to save it.


 We just couldn’t get enough of the beauty of nature’s right hand. We didn’t want to move from there.



 But, we had to. We still had a chance to watch the sun set. So, we got going. The path got more rough and more angular, making it harder to climb. 

After a while, we got past the rough paths and came across a valley. We were on it. That was the final stage of the trek. No rough paths, just a ridiculous uphill. NOT easy. Suhas and I were on the lead. We were past everyone. We just had to cover about 2 kms to get to the peak of that hill to watch the sun set.


 It started to get REALLY hard. I couldn’t move 2 feet further without resting twice. My legs started to give up. I wasn’t thirsty, I just wanted to rest. But I couldn’t. If I made it, this would be an actual achievement. And I’d be really proud that I did it. So, I got going. Suhas was about five-six feet further. We reached the peak, only to discover that the actual peak was about a kilometer further. Still an uphill. I couldn’t go further AT ALL. Everyone else were being stalled for the same reason. But, I kept taking regular one-minute-rest intervals and climbed further.

Suhas finally made it there. He screamed his ass off. I would reach there in about 3 minutes. He didn’t wait. He continued walking along the path. It was normal ground by then.

And then, I reached. After great difficulty, I got up there and glanced at the setting sun. It was B-E-A-UTIFUL. I was alone there. Suhas went up further. There was another point, a higher point to watch the sunset.

I stopped at the first sunset point for a while. Everything that I had done in my entire life, all the significant ones seemed so insignificant. I remembered all the times I was an ass, all the times I was a pushover, all the times i went through, uphills and downhills, EVERYTHING came before me. And all I could do was cry. I burst out crying, looking at the bright, orange sun. I apologized to my mom right there. I screamed, still looking at the sun. After those moments of tears, I smiled. Everything seemed to make sense now. Vishnu got there next. He saw me crying and was surprised.

“Why’re you getting so emotional??”

“I dunno. It doesn’t matter anymore.” I said, smiling at him and pointed at the sun.  


“Goutaaaaaaam!!! come on up here. This is better.” Suhas yelled from the second sunset point. 

Vinay came next. Followed by Sanjay and madhu. We climbed further to the second point. That was getting harder again. After about ten minutes, we reached the peak. The final peak. And the sun couldn’t have been more beautiful.


It was breathtaking. In a few minutes, the sun would set. Vinay came running and peed in the grass. We had to warn everyone not to walk over there because Vinay had just peed there. Very few actually made it this far. The rest were still at the first sunset point, with the guide.

We were the lucky ones who saw the sun set.



 And what happens everyday in our daily lives, suddenly seemed so spectacular. The sun set and a deep sense of accomplishment surged through me. And the ones who made it till that point were all content.

The ones who didn’t make it, took another route and we met them after walking downhill. We drank fresh stream water. It was unbelievably fresh and incredibly pure.

We moved on, walking to get on a jeep and head to our guesthouse which was booked by us and it was a few kilometers away. On the way, Supreeth and I pulled a prank on Suhas and the other guys. We both just lay down among the tall grass. It was dark and they started looking for us, panicking. They found us and we all had a good laugh. Kavya let her hair down and switched on the torch from under her face. NOTHING COULD HAVE BEEN MORE SCARY. I wish I had that picture. But this is the closest one. Kavya is the second one from the left, wearing the blue sweater. Incredibly fair 😛


Anyway, we got on the jeeps and headed towards the guesthouse. When we did reach it, we were confused and disappointed. It wasn’t a guesthouse. It was more of a house. An old house. An old, dirty, sickening house. We considered other places for accommodation, but we had to pay these “guesthouse” owners who had already prepared food for us anyway. So, we decided to stay there. 

We looked up at the sky and it was star-filled. The sky was actually completely filled with stars. Not something you see everyday in Bangalore. Anyway, a few of us, including me, decided not to eat anything which the guesthouse people had prepared because the place looked so unhygienic. So, Shrishti, Kavya, Suhas and I settled with baked buns and some spicy mixture.

Many of them slept. The guys, especially. A few of us were awake. And my depressed mood was triggered again. Again, it is best left un-discussed 😛  A few others noticed this and wanted to know what was wrong and I simply said “nothing” and tried to sleep, but VARUN was not letting me sleep because of his snoring, which he plainly denied and blamed Aprameya for it 😀

After playing some random game, which also included Kavya putting on her ghost-like avatar again and scaring the shit out of everyone, the ones who managed to stay awake, slept. 


The movie continues

The series of tests just got over and everyone’s finally free!
I was so excited about the movie project that I could not focus on those tests and worked on the movie plot instead.

The co-writers, including me, met up today and discussed about the movie plot and we were impressed by it.
Usually, the creators are critical with what they do and they try to change it to make it perfect, but with this, the plot was already brilliantly written. There were a few loop holes here and there and that was what the meeting was about.

We were on fire while discussing about the plot, that we were able to extend the story with more twists and turns and make it an actual film.
For that to happen, we would have to talk to local producers and pitch our idea; convince them to produce our movie, while I directed it.

But we thought, “once step at a time fella” and stuck to the short film that we planned 😀

An Egg

This is by far the best short story I’ve ever read. Probably because I like these mystery themed stories, but you will stop and wonder too.

So, do read it completely. I promise you, it’s a pretty awesome read. 

This is called An Egg.

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. It wasn’t anything particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off; trust me.
That’s when you met me.
“What…what happened,” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I replied, matter-of-factly. There was no point in mincing words.
“There was a…a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I…I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I replied.
You looked around. There was nothingness, just you and me. “What is this place,” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I stated.
“Are you God,” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids…my wife,” You said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be alright?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man…or possibly a woman. I looked like some vague authority figure, maybe, or more of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” You replied. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” You said. “So the Hindus were right.”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I replied. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So, what’s the point, then,” You asked. “When I get reborn I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all of my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so,” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.”
“You’ve been a human for the last forty-eight years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh, lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives,” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what,” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where are you from,” You said.
“Oh, sure,” I explained. “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” You said, a little let down. “But wait, if I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. It happens all the time. With both lives only aware of their own lifespan, you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously,” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well, it’s a reasonable question,” You persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life, you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on Earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait, I’m everyone?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said. “You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why,” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Woah,” You said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No, not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” You said. “It’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

Music prevails and continues.

Bah! Screw the tests ( I have two more though ). I was just browsing facebook like any jobless teenager and found this video which my friend had shared. I clicked on “play” and there were two people with guitars. The title said “Farfetch’d” and the description of this two-man-band was that they played ambient, postrock music, which is what I was interested in.

So, I decided to sit back and watch them play their music. 

By the end of the track, I was blown away by them that I was so determined to record my band’s music as soon as possible so I could introduce Behind Closed Eyelids to the postrock scene in Bangalore.

This dude called Akash Murthy who played the guitars for Farfetch’d nailed the track on his acoustic guitar. He tapped on the guitar to get the sound of the  percussion, whilst playing the guitar and he used harmonics so perfectly. Those two DEFINED ambient music with that song.

I placed a call to my old friend Bharath and asked him if he’d help me with recording our songs.

Bharath is an experienced musician who plays guitars for Broken Membrane. He happily agreed and now, to me, that’s the milestone to cross. I will post the song here as soon as I record it. The song is going to be called, “And then, there was light.”

Why? Well, you’ll know when you listen to the track 🙂 

Ofcourse, the movie plot is to be perfected, which I’ll be working on simultaneously.

What do you want to do?

There are a series of tests starting from today. The results of which assign a value to me and my self worth is determined by that by the society.
What if my strengths lie elsewhere?
Then these results and scores shouldn’t matter to me or to the society.
It’s nothing more than a distraction; tasks which consume time, which otherwise could be used to do something productive.

Sadly, the short film will be stalled by these tests because the other people involved in the movie are also studying for these tests.
Another sad thing is that dropping out is not that easy here in India. The society plays a MAJOR role. I know it really shouldn’t matter, but the parents come into picture and the pressure just builds and smothers you; it eventually shuts you up, leaving you with no choice but to suck up to whatever they want you to do.
The engineering course is not what I thought it would be. I can only sulk about it.
In the end, there is no option to quit.

The short story.

If you’d read my earlier posts, I’d mentioned something about turning a prologue into a short story which had a cliffhanger because it was a prologue earlier 😛       So, here it is. Sit back and have fun. 

This is called The Untold.

The NH-44 had never been more lonely. A black mercedes which stood still by the side of the road made it almost impossible to spot in the cold dark night. The mercedes , facing South indicated that it was heading towards the end of the highway: Bangalore, from the North. But strangely,the car was on the wrong side of the road.
The two people in the car sat absolutely still.
Jayan woke up with a terrible headache and found himself infront of the steering wheel. His friend who was initially driving the mercedes was gone. It was pitch black in-front of him. The pain, along with his memory started coming back in waves. He was used to physical pain, but the memory of what had happened before he lost consciousness, didn’t make sense at all. He remembered his wife and him get into his friend’s mercedes.
“They’re coming” his friend whispered to Jayan. Dealing with pressure and remaining calm during the most dangerous situation was something that Jayan was taught. But this time,the stakes were too high and the scenario was entirely different than the usual.
“People like us are not meant to give into emotions. If we do, then we just give the enemy a free tip, telling them exactly how to take us down” he remembered the Director of his task force scream those words to him.
Jayan looked at his friend with fear and then at his wife, Priyanka. “Don’t worry, babe. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you or Shona” he said to Priyanka. 
Priyanka could barely speak. She was trembling with fear and tears streamed down her face. She came close to him and hugged him. Jayan put his arm around her. “Its my job to protect you and our daughter. So, there’s nothing to be scared of. You know that, right?” said Jayan with a reassuring smile.
“I can’t help it Jayan. I’m just scared. Even if we don’t make it through the night, just make sure that Shona will always be safe.” said Priyanka with lots of gasps .
“Don’t say that. We’ll get to Bangalore firsthand, then I’ll fix everything. Just make sure you get some rest now.”
The mercedes sped towards NH-44 from a small hotel in Hyderabad. Jayan’s friend, Akash promised them that he’d take them home safely. He was doing a good job until Jayan received a mysterious call. Someone on the other line spoke first for 2 minutes. Akash saw Jayan’s expression change drastically on the rear-view mirror and then he knew exactly what to do.
The next few minutes would change the fate of a family and which would set a chain reaction of events which would end after many years.
Akash pulled over by the side of the highway. The time of dusk was just about to get over and darkness was just about to set in. “Perfect” whispered Akash to himself and then he removed a tumbler like device from his bagpack.
“What happened?” said Jayan after he had just disconnected the mysterious call.
“Gotta go when you gotta go” said Akash and smirked at Jayan.
“Make it fast. I just received some strange information which could be the missing puzzle piece” 
“I’ll just take a minute.” said Akash and got out of the car along with the tumbler like device.
He then twisted the knob of the device and then pushed it in. The device made a light beep sound. He placed the device in the car and closed the door and locked it with his key.
“Now….for tonight’s entertainment, we have……….”
A cloud of smoke started to fill the car. Jayan saw Akash standing outside the car. 
That was the last thing he remembered.

Now, the car wasn’t where it was before and Aryan was at the steering wheel. It seemed as if he had driven the car from the previous spot. The pain was wearing away now. He tried to wake Priyanka, but it seemed as if the smoke really took a toll on her.
He brought his right hand to her shoulder to give a slight jerk and that when he felt it. A wave of shock passed through Jayan. He definitely knew he was holding a revolver. He hadn’t even thought about his revolver during the time in the car at all.
He placed the revolver next to him and screamed at Priyanka, telling her to wake up and was also giving her mild jerks.
Jayan saw a truck at a distance which was coming towards the car and when the light flashed at him, he saw what had happened.
He saw a bullethole on Priyanka’s right temple. Blood was splattered everywhere. His friend had had him played all along. 
The truck driver advanced towards the car slowly and saw what was going on in the car and then stopped his truck. His basic instinct told him to call the police and he did just what his instincts told him.
Jayan saw the truck stop a few yards from the car. He instantly knew what was going to happen next. Unless……….!
He knew there was no point in trying to start the engine. His friend was smart enough to empty the fuel after the show of his betrayal.
Jayan started to break down. He turned towards Priyanka, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I love you.” Jayan stammered.
He tucked his revolver between his waist belt and got out of the car and went behind it. He examined the vast land beside the highway. He remembered his training. There was no other choice. He made a run towards the open field.

The truck driver sat inside his truck and watched a man who was running away from the highway and placed a call immediately.
“It’s done. I hope the papers and the money are ready.” he said with a deep tone and disconnected the call.
Far from the highway now, Jayan removed his web-camera and started recording while running.
“Honey, this is your dad Jayan. You’re too young to understand all this now but when you grow up you’ll know exactly what happened and you will finish this fight for me and your mother. I’m responsible for the circumstances in your future life. I was betrayed and played with all this time and when they involved your mother, things changed. You will find the missing piece. I know you will. Find the clock and Look closely. I will always love you.”

The misfits and the rebels.


Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes, the ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. But the one thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things. They push the human race forward. While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius; because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.

The writing journey begins.

Poetry; Such a beautiful way to express what you feel and a brilliant way to showcase your creativity.

William Wordsworth, Walter Whitman, Robert Frost, etc., made their mark on this world by writing beautiful poetry for themselves and for humans in general, teaching us what to do and how to do anything we want.

The prospect of telling people about so many things in just a couple of lines got me interested. I started writing poems which were great but not beautiful. Only I could understand what they meant. So this whole thing stalled for a while; while I was plotting my next poem.

In the meantime, I never failed to read novels; Dan Brown’s especially. I read  “The Da Vinci Code” and was so blown away by it. Brown made me picture the ENTIRE plot and every sentence that the plot ran like a Christopher Nolan  movie in my head. My skills in poetry weren’t that good, so why not try my hand at writing short stories, or, or a NOVEL??!!

So there I was; thinking about this “novel” I wanted to write despite having absolutely no experience in writing books or any story for that matter. I came up with a story; started writing; wrote the prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3,………,chapter 50. 

I’d written about 250 pages in a month’s time. I wanted to read what I’d written just to get a reader’s perspective, so I began reading my work.

I shit you not; after reading the whole thing, it seemed like it was a sequel of mission impossible : ghost protocol. 


I didn’t wanna write that!!!!!

The only thing that didn’t seem like mission impossible was the prologue. So I took the prologue and made a short story out of it. It had a major cliffhanger because….well, it was a prologue before :\

And after a couple of months, I came across this article on wiki which told me about this secret society in India – The nine unknown men of Ashoka. I was fascinated by this society because of the work they did and the topics which are rumored to be practiced.



I came up with another story. This time, I made sure it was nothing like mission impossible xD

Ofcourse, this is going to take a while because of all the things I’m doing at once. I hope I make it, eventually 🙂

The musical journey begins.

I started singing during my 9th grade in this band called Dethfyre. You won’t here about it because we broke up a couple of days after that performance.

But,  ever since then I’ve wanted to continue the musical journey. I met other interested musicians and got them to commit. We were primarily into metal and we called ourselves “Chaotic Mantra”. We played in a couple of shows and there were other bands who found my gutterals very unique and asked if I could be their bands’ session vocalist. I happily agreed; not knowing what the band members of chaotic mantra would feel. So, I made it a point to let them know about it.

I dont know if it was a “tit for tat” thing, but the members of chaotic mantra found a new guy and started a band of their own and they were pretty popular at the time. They’ve stopped now for God knows what reason.

Ever since then I’ve been on the hunt for a new line-up. I started listening to a lot of other bands. My interest in the genres matured and I was more into indie, rock and post-rock stuff. Stuff like Godspeed you! black emperor, Explosions in the sky, Pink floyd, Shpongle, etc.,

There was another band I was involved with. This was a college band. It wasn’t working out.  BUT……….

two others of that college band wanted to work with me and with the help of another guitarist, we formed a band called “Behind Closed Eyelids” dedicated to post-rock and experimental post-rock.


This time, it looks permanent and well established 🙂

Members –

Prajwal simha – Lead guitars.

Me – Vocals / Rhythm guitars.

Rishav Rai – Vocals / Bass guitars.

Piyush Kulkarni – Drums / Percussions.