Of Guts and Glory..

This one was long overdue…


A tribute to The Black Swordsman

You hear that there is an epic series that you have to read to believe. As you start reading the manga, the opening scene depicts a man having sex with a beautiful female in the woods. You start to think is this one of those series that thrives on such fan service to increase its fan following. You think of skipping the series if nothing good happens within the next two or three pages. Apprehensive, you click on the next page button. Then what happens in the next two clicks breaks all your foreboding and you immediately become a fan of the series. So what did happen? Well, I won’t spill the beans here. You have to read it to find out…

Berserk tells the story of Guts, a man bent on revenge against God-like forces, armed with nothing but a “big slab of…

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The Confession…

Picnic was an event that I usually preferred to skip. But in engineering I had found a reason to attend it. And the reason was quite simple, logical and primal. I liked a girl and I took every opportunity to be with her. Picnic simply provided me with an opportunity to interact with her without any one raising an eyebrow.
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The Farewell

It is extremely rare to see me awake to see me awake before 10 am on a holiday, but my parents had the much coveted opportunity of being blessed with such a sight that day. By the time the clock had struck 9, I was already at the breakfast table having finished my morning rituals.
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The Calm after the Storm…

Empty eyes stare out,
Broken dreams are all that’s found..
A shadow, A shell, A hollow soul,
Drowning in depths, yet unknown..
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Missing Diaries: 01

It was a sunny morning and he woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing beside his pillow. He looked at the name on the 2.1 inch screen and smiled, it was his personal alarming man calling to wake him up. He cut the call and promptly fell asleep again. When he woke up again he found that, he had slept for over 45 minutes, the clock displayed 8.30 A.M.

He had just enough time to shriek, “Shit!”, before he dashed off to the bathroom to finish his daily rituals. When he came back, it was almost 8.45 and he had another 15 minutes to dress up and walk the 1.5 km distance to his college, which he barely managed. As he noticed his professor, he sprinted across the corridor and entered the classroom just before the professor. He promptly went to the last bench and proceeded to complete his sleep there. This was the daily routine of the guy who went by the name Sandy.

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Missing Diaries: Foreword

In this hectic and selfish times, people tend to forget their friends, their family, and the duty they have towards them. They forget to spend time with the ones who are promised to be friends for a lifetime.. Hell, they even forget the names of those people.. But there are some people who, even if live far away, are never really far apart at heart. They stay through thick and thin, and advise you, through their past actions on how you should face any given scenario, ‘cos you are so close to them, that you can predict how they would face, act and smile through any tough situation.

Missing Diaries is a collection of stories that each depict such a situation, and how a “particular” close friend of mine “would” walk through such situations, with a smile on his face or several tears on his heart.

The stories in Missing Diaries are written in no particular order, and are meant to be taken in a lighter vein. They are fictional accounts (unless this is mentioned, he might get me kicked out of my house. That’s cos my parents like him).

Have a fun read… And please if you don’t like the writings, don’t throw rotten tomatoes or eggs.. Send in some fresh ones.. ‘cos I love omelettes..


  • Names used have been taken at random, and any resemblance to any person living, dead or undead, may or may not be coincidental, and is not -even a bit-  regretted.
  • Anyone relating to any incident in the stories better take it in a lighter vein, as it in anyway wold not affect the author.
  • Any reference to GOD in the following is purely coincidental and fictional.
  • This disclaimer should be taken very SERIOUSLY, though the author would care least if not.

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Celebrating A New Year…

Celebrating a New Year. Well, in more than one ways for Psyched, I can say…

Resolutions, cards, gifts, promises, wishes and loads of fun.. In a nutshell, these describe the way we plan to celebrate every new year. Cards, gifts and fun, and a hell lot of it too.. They make their way into the list of things we achieved. But somewhere along the line, the resolutions are forgotten, promises are left broken and wishes, well wishes never even stand a chance against the ‘hectic’ schedule that we have been burdened with.. We never take the time to retrospect on the events that could have been, had we taken a different decision. We never look back at what we have lost while trying to gain what, in the end,  we didn’t even gain. In short, rather than learning from our mistakes we end up making the same mistakes over and over again.



New year is about leaving the past behind, but still present within our mind.. The sentence seems to be contradicting itself, you may say… But if you think about it, it isn’t. Let me explain.. You need to forget all the tribulations you had to undergo but remember what it taught you.. The mistakes that you made, and how you could have avoided them or rather how you can avoid them in the future,  than wasting your time just contemplating about what could have been. Think on how you will act in the future, and not how you should have done then. Think on how you can make yourself better, and not what you could be had you been better..

Life isn’t cruel.. Our expectations make it so.. We often confuse luxury with comfort, and as such end up not being comfortable with even our luxurious possessions. We often mistake what we could do with what we should do. We never look back, even to learn. “Just point your nose straight and walk forward, no questions asked” , this is what we have been bred to do. Why??  ‘cos others are supposed to be better than us at taking decisions?? Or ‘cos we are just puppets, who have to do what people expect us to?? Or is it ‘cos we lack the determination, the courage to glance into our hearts, take a deep breathe, and march forward to achieve what it hopes us of, rather than what we feel would secure our future??? Whatever the reason, the baseline is, we end up being in someone else’s shoes, an ideal person’s.. We lose the most important part of our being: our flaws. Flaws that serve as a reminder that we aren’t ideal, that we have more to learn, to adapt, and to be humble..

Oops.. Got a bit carried away there…

This post isn’t about “what could have been.. ” or a session on “Finding Yourself.. “, though I may take up those topics sometime in the future (emphasis on ‘may’, not the month though.. 😉 ).. This post is to commemorate the first anniversary of  Psyched.. Hell yeah!! We are a year old now.. And as of yet 50 posts rich, and still going strong.. 😀 Psyched was started as a means to release all of the ‘pheels‘ that were confined within the minds of the two rookies. And we hope to continue doing so in the next year.

1 year

Oh! wait. It is the New Year too. Was excited a bit too much with completing a year of blogging, that I completely missed that we are already into 2013 in a few parts of the world (Christmas Islands, Kiribati celebrates New Year almost a day before they do so in Hawaii).

So once more wishing you a Happy and Prosperous New Year 2013. May you make and break new year resolutions like every-time. Hope to continue blogging with the same passion that has been, or even more. And will try to put up more pictures, more posts and more everything ( Emphasis again on ‘try’, though I sincerely hope to do so 😛 ).

Let’s gather around and celebrate the dawn of a sparkling New Year.
May it bring gifts of joys, good health & surprises throughout the year.
Here’s to a New Year filled with hope, happiness and good cheer.
Here’s to a New Year with all the joys yet to unfold.
Happy New Year 2013..