To help or not to help

To do or not to do, to help or not to help is the question. I'm the guy who likes to help others but then sometimes people think I'm butting in. I can't help it, when I help, it's good intentions but others see it as nosing around. I have nothing against anybody as I like to help even when I'm treated badly. When ever I get involved in something, I make sure I'll try my level best to help out even if I play a small part. It's a subconscious thing to make sure everything is in tip top shape and therefore I love to help even when I'm not asked to.  Let say I'm not involved in a particular event or situation and I see that my family members, friends or even community is in trouble or facing difficulties, I'm there as a family member and a friend to help out. Helping others  is a selfness service and as mentioned before I love to help but the thing that bugs me the most is after helping out, the people that I help will turn around and say that I'm interfering and a busy body.


It's my nature to help out but jerks like those stated above really pisses me off. My parents, siblings, free loaders (I've explained about them in the previous post), close friends (foster brothers and sisters) always tell me that when you help someone never aspect anything in return. Yes I get it but those people that I've helped and then turn a total 180 degrees and say that I'm a busy body, now that's a kicker in the nuts. 

WHAT IS LIFE

This question has always been lingering in my mind as far back when I was able to speak. What is LIFE, what's the meaning and why do we have to treasure life. You may say that life is just a soul trapped in a body created by god, life only last for a certain time until you day and life has a lot of mysteries . My Life is complicated, so as long as I have my family, my friends, the animals around me, my education, my hobbies, my cars and my commitments, then I have a life. But again this question wanders in the very core of my mind, is that all considered as LIFE. There are many poems, stories, and philosophical and religious books that talks about life. And believe me when I say I'm bored with all these reading materials trying to answer my questions. I'm 21years old and yet I thinking about life. Maybe I'm planning for my future and what not or maybe as I mentioned frequently to the people in my circle, I think a lot. Maybe I'm being paranoid as usual. What ever the reason is, this particular thought will never die off till I have my last breath.

Yes I do understand the statements where it is said that life moments should be remembered and life is precious so take great care of it. I have seen the worse cases of people with various disabilities (me being one of them), how they go through their daily routines, what they can and can't do, the joyful moments and their unforgettable events.  I have observed my family members whereby every moment together as one big unit is priceless. They lives of the many members of The Karuthans is cherished even in bad times. The free loaders in my house, (my siblings' friends and a few of mine that constantly stay in my house up to 11 hours a day) oh how they enjoy their life to the MAX (I don't know), having fun even when doing work in the house. My dog Silver sleeping, eating, swimming and guarding her family and their belongings. Now that's life, a simple yet peaceful life, where she is the "PET" of The Karuthans. Many do say that life or ATHMA starts in the smallest molecule particle  found in the creatures. In Lehman terms, life is in our Protons or even deeper inside. Yeh enough of the religious aspect. I need to know what is life, my experiences and books aren't enough to answer this question and those which follow it.

Every time I think and try to answer this annoying yet demanding questions, my head spins and I find myself deep in thoughts for hours even days. It's always at the back of my head and never will it die off till the day I die. I bet when I'm with God or even reincarnated this thought will be hovering and planted deep in my brains.

WHAT IS LIFE  

Prove that I'm a man

I've been doubting this issue and I need your help 

What do I do to prove I'm a man

What do I do to show that I'm still not a boy

What do I do to explain I've mature

What do I have to do, you tell me

Your words are sweet

Your words are wise

Your words brings advice

Your words I hear

Tell me what to do

I will listen

Even as stubborn I am

Your words I take

What do I have to do

Tell me please

Who gives you the right

Being one of the power house

You should be a model

Yet you participate

In every chaos in the world

You say to bring justice

But it's always the money

Who gives you the right

The right to take lives

The right to decided

who stays and who comes

Who gives you the right

To simply say you're dangerous

To demand all power should

bow down and fear you

Who gives you the right

To claim that others

who oppose you are bad

To imprison others

without any trial

Who gives you the right

Since your line of arsenals

are beyond words

Who gives you the right!

Remember Me

Remember Me

This goes out those we lost

Thought we're apart

You shall be in our hearts

Nor time or death will brake us apart

To the living, I’m gone

To the sorrowful, I will never return

To the happy, I’m at peace

To the faithful, I have never left

I can not speak, but I can listen

I can not be seen, but can be heard

So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity

Remember me

Remember me in your heart

Your thoughts and your memories

Of the times we loved

The times we cried

The times we fought

The times we laughed

For if you always think of me, I will never have gone

Thought you have left

You will always be right in my heart 

Dialogues and Monologues

This semester I'm taking Theatre in ESL as a elective subject. The is 120 students in my group and we were supposed to do Beauty and the Beast but then our lecturer changed it. Othello is the play that she forced us to do and as usual not many know this beautiful Romantic Tragedy written by William Shakespeare. Othello is complicated and this play requires one to fully understand the complex language and plot. I personally read Othello four times, twice the original Shakespearian version and twice the abridged version. The characteristics of  Othello, Desdemona, Iago and the other characters are at my finger tips. Since Shakespearian plays are my forte, I volunteered to be a script writer without any hesitance.  There are 20 people in my script writing team, 11 including me from Semester Six and the remaining are the juniors, surprisingly not many took interest in writing. The script writers are said to be one of the important heart vessel of a play, where they are the who decides almost every elements to attract the audiences' attention. During writing, the writers have to decided what background, what prop, sound and lighting will be suitable for that scene. Sometimes the writers will perhaps suggest to the actors the proper facial expression to make acting look real.Since the Shakespearian version is to "hard" to digest, we are ask the base the play on some childish abridged version which had "seven chapters". Our fearless script writing head divided us into groups of three, where three people will write the script for one chapter. The only problem with this idea is there'll be no link from one chapter to one chapter, the audience won't understand how the character are connected to each other and there will be more props to change. We decided to write the script together as a team behind the leader who jut can't understand and now we have completed six chapters, decided on the backgrounds, props, sound and lighting as a group. The other writers and me are going to be involved with every aspect of the play as we know the play at the back of our hands.

A Short Summary of Othello

The main problem with reading

As you know, reading is among the activities I enjoy and prefer. The main problem with reading is at times you're sucked into the book. I always have that problem, imagine you're reading (it's as or more interesting than any movie or game and maybe girl), any disturbance surrounds you at that very moment, you ignore it or just snap at the very thing that bugs you. When you're in the book, there's no why out while other things like bathing, going for lunch or dinner, and other unimportant stuff just fade away. I've been known for not bathing for days, not responding to anybody, eat when I feel hungry (the book will be in my hands while I eat), walking everywhere with the book with me, make noises while I read  (hey it's natural for a person to respond to his book even if others think I gone nuts) and even scream back at any thing that bothers me. Reading is addictive and once you started to read you can't stop. You must think that I've gone bonkers but reading is one of the best ways to abate stress and negativeness. Although I'm sucked into the book, I need the company of others (who don't bother) around me, as I hate being alone. I'm terrified of being alone and need the company so that I know there's someone or probably an animal to get me out of the book and do other necessary stuffs (eating, bathing, answering the phone and maybe socialising). My world will be incomplete without reading a novel or at least a few poems.

Courses the First Traffic Ticket

There I was in Seri Kembangan coming back from a dental appointment and I didn't know that I'll be getting a beautiful ticket. After filling petrol into my car (98 Honda Accord, used to be my dad's) and buying a cold soft drink, I saw an awful neck to neck jam from Balakong into Seri Kembangan and then decided to wait a while. Minutes slowly passed and I became frustrated as the jam was never ending so I entered the road and took the right turn heading to the highway. After the turn, I was immediately asked by some ugly looking cooper to stop by the side of the road. As usual it was peak time when I started my journey back to my place, and the jam was getting worse and worse by the moment. I didn't do anything illegal but still that cooper looked at me as though I was guilty of driving. When a cooper stops you, as a good citizen I had to give my Driver License,  Identification Card and full attention (yeah right as if, he was super rancid). 


The Angelic side of me then asked that rancid cooper "What did I do" and he asked the where's my Road Tax Sticker and sinicily said that I "You potong Jalan". I told the cooper in plain yet simple English that I don't know where was my Road Tax and I didn't cut my way through. He gave me a ticket and tried to scare me by saying, the Honda had to be impounded. As soon I was "released" from his rancidness, I realised that cooper saw my Road Tax Sticker when he came towards the driving seat. It's non-sense he used the "scary tactic" to give me a ticket and I bet his scrotum pealed off when I spoke to him in English

My Road Tax from the driver's seat and I bet that rancid cooper saw this from the outside. 

I know that it's the end of the year so therefore there will always be coopers at every turn and road blocks. I didn't do anything illegal yet I was stopped by a rancid cooper and got a horrible and useless ticket. This is unjust and coopers are abusing their powers, which technically not the first million time. As soon I reached home, I met my friend's dad ,a police officer( I know what you're thinking, such a big irony but I trust this guy) and he told me to meet the high authority regarding tickets. I gonna meet this authority or my name is not Aditya. To hell to this rancid, scrotum pealing cooper, I have my rights and intend to use every single law to get this coursed ticket away from my life. I just got word that a creature's granddad passed away a few weeks ago and I'm so sorry 

Alparian Freak

I just finished reading all three of the Daniel X series by none other than my favourite author James Patterson. The books are all about Daniel X, a 15 years old teen who is in a mission to destroy all outlaw aliens in Terra Firma a.k.a Earth. Daniel isn't a normal teen but is from an alien race from Alpar Nork who are Alien Hunter. Being an alien, Daniel has 8 senses, is able to manipulate objects ( I mean any object from money, to a furnished house, bikes, cars and even deadly weapons) and animals including mystical creatures with his mind, re-create himself in any shape or object he chooses, has the ability to read minds, not forgetting time travel and last but not least able to re-create his dead family and friends base on his memory and imagination. To put things in a clear perspective, Daniel has to ability to create his imagination. However he is the last of his kind as most Alien Hunters including his family and friends were all hunted and ripped off existence. The story starts with Daniel as a 3 year old boy who witness the murder of his parents by the hand of The Prayer, an alien who is considered the most dangerous alien in Terra Firma (Earth). Daniel swore an oath to kill his parents murderer but in order to do that he must kill the other aliens on his father's list of dangerous aliens on Terra Firma. With the help of his imaginative friends, Joe, Willy, Emma and Dana and even his dead parents and sister, Daniel tracks down the alien on the list. The three books, The Dangerous Days Of Daniel X, Watch the Skies and Demons and Druids was worth every penny. I recommend these three books, they are bloody mad and mind blowing with detailed descriptions.

The Dangerous Days OF Daniel X

Watch The Skies

Demon And Druids