by Nijil David on June 1, 2013
I always believed the best movies in this world are simply a combination of good formulas. And that will be in the literal sense. Take a hero as X, the villain as Y and math them using various combinations, series and sequences. You will ultimately find out that the answers.
The Dark Knight Trilogy is a typical example. Try it out.
by Nijil David on June 30, 2012
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by Nijil David on January 2, 2012
Here completing the Revelations.
So what have i gained? Or do i need to gain something. Well yes, I always learned a lot from the Assassin, personally and professionally. Nearly fifteen years ago when I played Prince of persia, it was all about the blood rush of playing the game first and completing in before any of my classmates did. But AC3 took me to a level that I had to fear and feel. I had to love and cry.
Ubisoft always ends up giving the best ending for AC series. Gets you more attached to the game and thus ignoring the details which anybody in my field would not have missed. Before I used to look down to check the details of the stone texture, water reflections or even the birds flying. I admit this is when everything was looking hyper realistic. When its get realistic, we forget the surroundings and we live with the surroundings, as an Assassin.0
by Nijil David on September 13, 2009
Travelling through air had always been my luxurious ticket out to the worldof relaxation.I had my vacations and was so excited to head home where my darling parents would wait for me under the shady coconut trees and where I could relish myself with the spicy,savoury home-made delicacies..mmm..
But all my excitement died out when the flight was delayed by 2 hours.The wait was too long and the flight made me hope I wouldn’t throw up!Finally the apalling experience ended when I stepped down on the grounds of my homeland-Kerala-God’s own country.Aah!The air was so refreshing!As I was picking up my baggage,I got the horrendous news that it was a Bandh!In the local language “bandh” means “shut down” and literally everything shuts down!The shops,the schools,private transport everything!The state of Kerala is very influenced by the reign of politicians and so, to allot a day for a strike is not a big deal. But I assumed nothing could possibly stop the government transportation.
I was perplexed thinking how I would beat the 5 hours journey to get home. My prayers were answered when I saw the red and yellow stripped public bus.I jumped in and kept my belongings close to me and smiled,feeling relieved that I’m finally going home!
All the districts in Kerala had a bus station and all the buses including mine, halted there,for a minute or two. The last stop for the bus was in Kottayam, which was still far away from my destination.Kottayam is also known as one of the hubs for the youngsters, like Trivandrum and Ernakulam.However,it looked rather abandoned because of the strike. The time was 8:45 pm.I was very pleased when I got down thinking I would find buses from the station, which would pass by my place.Knowing the sure possibility, I went upto the four-eyed station master.With sheer confidence,I asked him for the timing of the next bus.
He gave me a subtle look and explained that there are no buses to my place as it was already 9:00 pm and for the fact that it was a strike day too. Even if the station master had told me that there are no buses from other district bus stations, I would have agreed to him because night life do not exist in most of the districts. People at my place go to bed by 9 pm as most of them are farmers and blue collared workers. But I never listed Kottayam in that category! Well then, there I stood with my backpack and a trolley bag in that bus station. I could see vague figures of people from a distance. Calling for a cab was the last option,where the charges would be rocketing for night rides. I blamed the airlines for being late and made up my mind never to travel in it for good!I was even more frustrated because I couldn’t blame the democratic population of the state for initiating the damn strike as I never knew the pathetic reasons behind it!
As I began to look for a seat to relax a bit and then take a decision, I heard the sound of a bus. ‘Fast Passenger to Trivandrum’ – The driver turned his bus towards the station and stopped in front of me. He looked at me and smiled. There was something different about his smile,like it said, “Get in, I’ve come for you”. I ran towards the conductor to ask if the bus goes to my district,Pathamanthitta.
The answer was no.
While I was turning back, the conductor called out saying that he could drop me to the next bus station. It was a relief because I was getting nearer to home and even if I catch a cab from there, the price would be digestible. I jumped in. But I was positive that there would not be even a single bus in that station,waiting for me.My expectation was true when the driver dropped me. He again gave me a smile and this time it was telling me “Don’t worry”.I smiled back. It was pitch dark and the evils of the night creeped into my veins.All that time, I was so worried about getting home that I didn’t realise the dangers of the night.I was all alone and I had baggage.I was a traveller and now, a victim of an easy crime.The owl,the crickets and the bats were warning me of the silent night.I was now worried for my safety too.As the bus faded out around the corner, the lonely bus station and I,faced each other. Even though I knew deep within me that I have to call someone to get me a taxi, I walked towards the counter hoping to find a bus. I saw a group of conductors settling down their daily collection, and some bidding goodbyes and calling it a day. Asking them,would really be in vain; but with little hope left in me and a shrivelled look,I spoke out. Somewhere in their small huddle, a man raised a voice saying “There’s a bus starting from this stop at 9:45 pm.”I never knew what to say or how to react! I was struck with joy! Never in my life had I expected a bus to start from this deserted station at 9:45 pm, which was actually midnight for many villagers.
I waited patiently for the bus and was eager to see the person who gave me this information- this hope! I saw a driver in a bus setting up the location board. I was so happy to see the name of my district written in my mother tongue after four years.I sighed in relief!Before I set any false expectations,I confirmed by asking the driver whether the bus would go to my stop. The driver’s reply was that he was a new guy and he does not know the name of the bus stops. Even the conductor was unaware of it. But I wasn’t worried on hearing that, as I knew that the only bus route of that district lies in front of my house.As I got in, I realised that I was the only passenger in that government bus!Hehe..Talk about a lavish treatment!
I sat near the window, feeling the air and enjoying the beauty of paddy fields with little lights glowing here and there. The conductor kept smiling at me.After half an hour, the bus slowly halted right in front of my house. The whole place was dark with no street lights. I never thought I could reach home in a bus meant to drive only me.
I saw my mother and father standing at the doorstep,looking out for me. I was so excited to be in the whole mind rattling situation!I definitely went through a roller coaster ride of emotions that day.I still couldn’t stop thinking of the government bus and the conductor who never knew the way. An everyday government bus only stops at certain bus points and never in front of a house.The level of luxury was too immense to be told out!I was the privileged one!The bus then slowly started moving and I turned to see the conductor.I saw that smile again, and it told me “Son, you’re home”. The bus made its way through the dark roads and I walked towards home.
At that moment I knew I saw Him,I saw God..0
by Nijil David on February 22, 2009
Everything i have known and learnt has finally started to fall in places. The reason of existence is very simple. Many among us believe that its our fate to be a part of something or someone. The truth as i have experienced is that the reason for a time to exist is the preplanned result of something that you have done. More like a synchronizations of moments in our life. The best way to prove it is that to frame your life in a paper. As you write each moments and starts to connect them, you will finally know that if your previous actions or more likely known as stupid behavior which you wanted to change is a connecting bridge between the valued moments.
What if I tell you that everything happens for a reason and I know why it is happening. The power to know something that is going to occur is not an extraordinary talent. One just needs time and patience to separate his present and the past like how one separates the threads in a cloth. One should also keep in mind that everything that is happening at the very moment cannot be categorized as present. It maybe a representation of the past disguised as the present.
Even the best seller – The Secret is based on these grounds.The Secret speaks of the law of attraction which means everything that happens to you-good or bad-you attract it to yourself.Lisa , an expert describes it as if you’re placing an order. “If you were at a restaurant and you ordered something, you fully expect it to come served that way. That’s how the universe is. You’re putting out ordersâ€”consciously and unconsciously,” Lisa says. “So if you say, ‘I’ll never be successful,’ you just placed an order.”
Incidents whether big or small are all part of that destiny.
Something so silly as getting a book of my choice gave me an afternoon filled with thoughts.
I needed to get a book from a particaular book shop but was stuck in traffic jam coz the taxi driver took another route than the regular one. I was furious.He then told me that he would leave me on the other side of the bridge where I could cross and get to my destination book shop. As I got out in front of the bridge, there was another book shop. The guy in the shop told me that I would get the book I was looking for only in his shop. I didnt pay heed to his words and crossed the bridge and reached my destination and asked the shop keeper about the book. The answer was no. When i got back, the shop keeper smiled and handed me the book I wanted.Had I checked his shop out in the first place, I wouldn’t have taken the pain to cross the crowded bridge! The route, the traffic jam and the driver led me to what I wanted.
So stop calling words like coincidence when things begin to click. The universe is built up on principals and laws.
Stop being a victim, take control of your destiny and start placing your order right!
For there’s always a reason for everything, a reason for existence.
by Nijil David on November 26, 2008
I’m not a man who is crying out for his lost one. I’m not a dead body who has lost one of its arm. I’m not the blood stains near the drainage. I’m not the smoke that arouse from the burning of the Indian heritage. I’m not even the men whom you kept as hostages for your gain.It is midnight and this is your time to strike, because at dawn, we will rise with immense power and might.
My dreams penetrate beyond your bullets. My tears, they stop above my lips so that I can stand and shout – YES, I’m an Indian. My India is so vast that every time you explode homes or create chaos, another era of patriotism is born.The whole world may hate us in being afraid, defensive , below poverty line, unemployment, backwardness in technology but the pain we experienced, the scars we had is more than the grass in your paddy field.We forget the numbers in bold red text in hours.We will never die out. We are of one spirit. Many of you, have invaded, ruled and destroyed us, but we never moved an inch in fear. Our fathers have taught us, it takes more courage to get slapped than to slap.
My courage and pride looks down at your existence.You create your weapons in fear. You feel the pain deep inside your heart. Your instincts tell you that we will come for you one day.We do not close our eyes to weep or pray but to memorize the past. We close our fists with the Indian blood of anger that’s been flowing through from generations. Yet, with smiles rested on our lips, we ask – What are you trying to do ?1