Rohit Shitty has built an empire on exploding cars, gravity-defying stunts and cheesy dialogues. Even his pyrotechnics are plagiarised. He is a master illusionist, and his biggest magic trick is serving reheated leftovers from Hollywood and packaging it as high-octane entertainment. He thinks his audiences are idiots without exposure, and maybe they are, but what does that say about your shitty, unoriginal films? He should not be allowed to waste film, and should be banned from cameras. The worst part about Rohit Shetty are his fans who lap it up. His entire filmography consists of the greatest hits of other people's work, and it is time someone called you out on your unoriginal bullshit.
Yeah laugh all the way to the bank, it is bad karma for a lifetime that you are sure to suffer in hell. Dilwale was a patchwork of pilfered scenes. The high-speed car racing sequence was lifted straight from Mission: Impossible 2. What I feel sad about here is he made SRK and Kajol, two legends, copy Tom Cruise and Thandie Newton. The one minute date scene was copied from How I met Your Mother, where Ted does the same thing with Stella. The cop universe is a frankenstein. Singham taking down goons in the warehouse is lifted from Red. Singham 2 has sequences copied from Mission Impossible 3, complete with the hanger-on stunt by Cruise. Shitty is just a con, and at this point just a tribute band.
Then there is the Golmaal series. Golmaal 3 is a remake of Khatta Meetha, which itself is a blatant copy of Yours, Mine and Ours. Shitty adds in shit from marathi films and itnernational comedies as well. Chennai Express copies from Mission: Impossible again, and Simmba copies from Temper, and Sooryavanshi copes from Theeran Adhigaaram Ondru. Shitty embodies everything that is wrong with Bollywood, formulaic drivel that prioritises box office numbers over artistry. When og directors such as Nolan or Spielberg forge worlds, Shitty squats in them. The audiences need to really wake up and demand something better. The worst is when Pathan copied from Jackie Chan Adventures. I mean really? You are copying from a kids cartoon? How low can you get.
Now I have no interest in watching Shitty's Shitty Shit, but Volvo drivers across the country only have Shitty DVDs. His response to critics is that poor people like my movies. Go fuck yourself in a flying volvo lol. Fuck this, I don't want to give this dumbfuck any more bhaav. This is all the Shitty I want in my life. I am done lol.
If you know about Plato at all, you are probably a starry-eyed college student seeking some kind of enlightenment in the musings of ancient, old, dead people, clutching a dog-eared copy of The Republic like it is the goddamn Bible. This ancient Greek windbag was not some enlightened sage, but he sure was the father of western philosophy, which is as hollow as it is convoluted. Plato was an elitist, manipulative, censorship-supporting grumpy grandpa whose thoughts have poisoned the firangis for millenia. Frankly, someone needs to really call out this overrated hack before another generation falls for his pseudo-profound bullshit.
Let us start with his magnum opus. The literal classical definition of a utopia, a society where the masses are herded like sheep by philosopher-kings, who alone possess the divine wisdom to rule. Plato actually spits on democracy, that should be a news flash for most. He watched Athens execute his mentor, Socrates, and then decided that the problem was not mob justice or the kangaroo court, but the unwashed plebs having a say. He actually critiques democracy as a stepping stone to tyranny, comparing it to a drunken party where chaos ensues because everyone gets a vote. Nobody even asked him for his opinion!
Plato was born into Athenian aristocracy, and was sucking on his silver spoon by lecturing on virtue. He invented the concept of 'I am smarter than you, so shut up and let me decide.' This is literally the playbook of every dictator from Stalin to the Orange Turd Pile Sub-human Nobel Beggar. According to his Theory of Forms, the real world is just a pale shadow of perfect, eternal ideas floating about in some metaphysical ether. The chair that you are sitting on is not real, but the idea of chariness is. Basically, Plato devalues everything tangible, art, science and human experience. What a condescending prick!
Plato was responsible for building the first ivory tower, which the intellectuals occupied for centuries while contemplating their beautiful navels. Plato also advocated for a rigid caste system, which is basically a form of eugenics. He suggested breeding humans like dogs for optimal traits, and lying to the masses with 'noble lies' to keep them in line. Karl Popper in The Open Society and its Enemies claims Plato's ideas inspired Hitler and Mussolini, and I believe him. Plato wanted to ban poets from the city-state. What kind of asshole fears imagination?
Plato was actually a wrestling nickname and he was born as Aristocles. He came from wealth and privilege, in case we did not mention, at a time when the world was a far crueler and brutal place. He idolised Spartan austerity while living in Athens. What he did to Socrates was mean and cruel. Fuck Plato!
Women were vessels for breeding philosophers. In Timaeus, the soul reincarnates downward from women or animals if it fails. This misogyny is not even subtle. Modern education still force feeds his cave allegory, teaching people to distrust their own senses. Plato's asshole legacy is rigid ideologies, anti-democratic populsim, and well, smug intellectuals who are the absolute worsest.
In conclusion, fuck plato. His philosophy is just elitist escapism. For those who are flash-banged by him, there is no fucking cave.
My landlord keeps calling me from different numbers and expects me to pick up. I guess he has had too much experience in people avoiding his calls lol. Today is the 1st and I have to pay him, but I cannot unless my salary gets deposited.
I really want to explain to him that I have a life, I do things in my time, and I am not sitting around waiting for him to call. Also, that I do not take calls from unknown numbers. Also, I don't take calls, period. At least 90 per cent of calls are not good for you, they are usually people who want something, that will be of no benefit to you.
Spent a lot of time yesterday writing a detailed copy on Hubble Tension. The budget today morning was a bit of a bummer as there were no points on space, and very little on science. And it got over quickly, the whole newsroom was so prepared. It was eerie to walk through an office where everyone is watching the budget. The different video feeds were slightly off, some were using headphones, but many were not. IDK how people can function in an environment with so much noise pollution.
When to the Taste Of Madras to consume two small puny vadas without sambar, which was my lunch, dinner and breakfast for today. Had idli-vada yesterday at this place called Raju Vaishnav Dhabha, that is right opposite the Iskon Temple in Delhi. This place gets as crowded as Carnatic Cafe or Juggernaut during the weekends, and the food is twice as good, priced at less than half. At least their chutney is gattier than the other two.
Done with my work, and have about an hour and a half to kill. Will prolly go write something for Starbullet.in.
I have also stuck a nice fake 500 Rs note on my desk. I have seen removal marks, so at least two people have tried to take it, discovered that it is fake, and have pinned it back lol.
Who does not like a delicious conspiracy theory? The British author and journalist Graham Hancock in his books Fingerprints of the Gods and Magicians of the Gods, as well as the Netflix documentary series Ancient Apocalypse proposes an advanced global civilisation that existed during the last ice age. This society possessed sophisticated knowledge of astronomy, architecture, agriculture, navigation and spiritual practices, and well, they talked to plants lol. Hancock argues that this civilisation was seafaring and capable of long-distance ocean voyages. Now this civilisation has not been identified. The Indian archaeoastronomer Nilesh Nilkanth Oak claims that Sugriva, one of the vanar kings created a detailed world atlas 14,000 years ago. The theory is that Sugriva dispatched search parties that explored the entire world. The geographical descriptions align with Ice-Age landmasses, coastlines, and features such as lower sea levels. Both the Piri Reis map and Sugriva's Atlas feature places such as Antarctica far predating modern cartography. These claims are outlined in the book The Historic Rama: Indian Civilisation at the End of Pleistocene.
Now these numbers are relatively tame, and not that dramatic. It is just that our recorded history has a short horizon, but our archaeological excavations have revealed that Homo Eructus had the capability for sea faring, a complex language, and demonstrated tool as well as fire use over 1.5 million years ago. So 15,000 years ago is not at all a surprising timeframe for such activities by humans. The problem here is agriculture and domestication, we know for a fact that these occurred 12,000 years ago at best, limiting the possible time frame for a more advanced civilisation. This civilisation may have existed in more harmony and balance with the natural world than humans today, who may one they revert to such a state with sufficient technological progress.
The Piri Reis map may even explicitly depict a Vanar!
Graham Hancock's advanced civilisation lasted between 115,000-11,700 years ago, ending due to comet impacts that ushered in the Younger Dryas between 12,900 and 11,700 years ago. These events caused floods and sea-level rise around the world. The survivors of this disaster imparted knowledge to nascent cultures in Egypt, Mesopotamia, Southeast Asia and South America. In the Valmiki Ramayana, the vanars are a race of people that resemble monkeys or apes in appearance. Their king, Sugriva dispatches four search parties to scour the Earth for Rama's abducted wife Sita. His instructions themselves form a comprehensive atlas detailing rivers, mountains and oceans. There are over 600 stellar references in the text, which has been used by Oak to date the Ramayan.
Oak dates the events of the Ramayan to around 12,209 BCE, right in the middle of the Younger Dryas impact. Sugriva's description align with a world with lower sea levels, exposed land bridges, and ice-free coastlines. He references seven continents as well as Antarctica, which are supported by the world as described in the Brahma Purana. The vanars had the capability for rapid transportation and flight, which can be interpreted as possessing high technologies. In 1513, the Ottoman General Piri Reis compiled a fragmentary world map drawn from over 20 sources, including maps from the Library of Alexandria. These source maps are now lost. It depicts Atlantic coasts with eerie accuracy, including the contours of South America, the Carribean and Queen Maud Land without the ice sheet in Antarctica. Hancock cites this map as proof of Ice Age Explorers, arguing that the advanced tech needed to explore these longitudes were not available in the 16th century, let alone antiquity. In the Valmiki Ramayan, Sugriva describes the Udaya Mountain as the easternmost point where the Sun rises, with a prominent landmark. This is a golden pylon resembling a palm three with three branches, etched on a golden rock peak, with a golden base. This feature is described as an easterly compass, a directional marker established by celestial beings called deva-nirmana. The description matches a feature known as the Candelabra of the Andes. This is a geoglyph found on the Paracas Peninsula at Pisco Bay in Peru.
Skeptics claim that in the Piri Reis map, Antarctica is likely to be a distorted Patagonia, with inaccuracies stemming from Portuguese voyages. The depictions of the ice-free southern lands align with geological data. Antarctica was last navigable around 4,000 BC, but Hancock pushes the dating back to the last Ice Age, implying lost sources from a drowned civilisation. My question here is that if they were so advanced, why did they drown so easily while the primitive peoples of the world survived? In any case, Sugriva's vanars are dated to around the same time, and were a society capable of seafaring, studying astronomy, and creating world maps. Both Sugriva and the Piri Reis map depict an unglaciated Antarctica, including lost mountains and seas. Sugriva's teams are dispatched eastwards to the Americas, west towards Europe, north to the Arctic regions and south to Antarctica. There are descriptions of land bridges lost to rising seas. The transatlantic details on the Piri Reis map are also difficult to explain, with the longitudes showing spherical projections far ahead of 1513 science.
Now, Oak's dates of the Ramayana based on the 600 astronomical references align with Hancock's proposed timeline for the destruction of an advanced Ice Age civilisation around 12,800 years ago. One way to reconcile the question of survival is that there was a widespread global cataclysm, but the civilisation survived! Ramayana's narratives do include cosmic events and widespread destruction, associated with the serpent Ananta, that can easily be interpreted as a comet that caused the cataclysm. The potential influence of Ramyana on ancient sites such as Angkor Wat, also align with Oak's timeline. Oak's dating of Sugriva's Atlas at the end of the Pleistocene is consistent with Hancock's hypothesis of a seafaring society that mapped a world with lower sea levels. Oak relies on bathymetric and sea-level reconstructions by the geologist Glenn Milne to validate Sugriva's descriptions matching Ice Age configurations such as exposed land bridges and unglaciated coastlines. These maps were published in Hancock's book Underworld. Long story short, Oak's Vanars may be the lost ancient civilisation of Hancock.
In the late 21st century, 87 years after the cascade, a small group of survivors cling to existence in a high-altitude refugium, a network of reinforced concrete bunkers and shallow caves carved into a rocky hillside in what was once northern Scandinavia. This is now a cold, windswept plateau with patchy permafrost and stunted vegetation. There are fewer than 80,000 humans left in the world, scattered in similar isolated pockets around 60°N where the deposition from the fallout was lighter, and some sunlight manages to penetrate the thinned atmospheric haze.
Mara, 34 years old, was born five years after the last engineered pathogen had subsided. They are one of the group's four primary foragers and water processors. Their day begins at first light around 04:30 local time, in the perpetual gray dimness.
They wake in the communal sleeping chamber on a pallet of salvaged foam and layered hides from the few hardy reindeer that still migrate through the area. The air is cold, and smells of damp stone, wood smoke and unwashed bodies. A low cough echoes from someone in the corner. Chronic respiratory issues are common because of radiation exposure and persistent particulates. Mara checks a Geiger counter clipped to their belt, the background radiation levels are between 0.8–1.2 μSv/h, which is elevated, but within the long-term tolerance threshold of the group. It is safe to venture into the surface.
The first order of the day is water. Mara joints two others at the melt station. They chip blocks of surface ice, carefully selected from areas tested for low radionuclide contamination, and feed them to a solar-assisted wood-fired smelter. The photovoltaic panels were scavenged from prior to the cascade, and have weak output. The process takes hours. The water has to be filtered through multiple layers of charcoal and ceramic. The daily ration per person is between two and three litres, which is strictly allocated. Occasional hot particles from distant fallout zones still blow in on winds.
By mid-morning, Mara heads out with a partner for foraging. They wear layered clothing reinforced with duct tape over seams, respirators, and carry dosimeters. The landscape is barren, dead conifer stumps, lichen covered rock, sparse dwarf birch and willow. They target known patches where edible mosses, crowberries and cloudberries persist. Yields are down from even a decade ago due to soil acidification and shortened growing seasons. Mushrooms are gathered cautiously, some species bioaccumulate cesium and strontium. Today's haul is four kg of mixed plant matter and one small hare caught in a snare. Meat is rare. The primary source of protein is grubs and ants, boiled into a paste or from occasional fish.
Back at the settlement, the group processes the haul by early afternoon. Plants are washed, boiled and portioned. The hare is skinned, gutted and roasted over a small fire in the central chamber to minimise smoke detection. AI-directed drones are rare now, but legends persist of autonomous systems still patrolling old grids. Conversation is sparse, and focused on updates on the sick. One elder has worsening cataracts and skin lesions, which are likely stochastic effects of cumulative exposure.
In mid-afternoon, some repair the wind-traps for ventilation, while Mara sharpens bone knives. The group's nominal leader, a 58-year-old former engineer reviews the inventory. There are stored grains from before the cascade that are now threatened by mould. The output of the solar panels are dropping. The decisions are pragmatic, reduce adult rations by 10 per cent for two weeks, priorities children under 15, and send another scouting party south for rumored seed caches.
The communal meal in the evening is lit by LED strips powered by a hand-cranked generator and a small battery bank. Food is a thin stew of boiled greens, insect protein and shreds of hare. The calories are just enough to prevent rapid starvation, but not for growth or full recovery from injury. Stories are told of violent, desperate bands.
At the fall of night, Mara takes first watch, scanning the horizon using a periscope rigged from salvaged optics. Occasional aroura flicker through the haze. There is no movement, today. This is the life of most humans, procurement, processing, rationing and vigilance. Mara simply endures, one day at a time.
Finished work early today. Being clean allows you to start your day fresh and power through it quickly. Yesterday, finished reading Dinosaurs of India almost exactly as my metro ride ended. The last portion of the book looks like FAQ or SEO questions that stupid people ask on Google, and had a lot of repetitions of the content previously in the book. Started reading Telescopes of India, that goes into exquisite detail on all the techniques.
Apparently, as a little kid, Meghnad Saha was kicked out of school because he could not afford shoes and it would be considered as disrespectful to a visiting politician. He went on to found the entire field of astrophysics by carefully examining the light from the Sun.
While reading the book something strange happened. It was not exactly blurring or a lack of focus, but something just zoinked in my brain and I could not continue reading, and my eyes began to feel uncomfortable. I had to stop reading and clean my specs. Felt like some kind of ocular migraine. That was weird.
Towards the end of the month, friends start asking for money. Someone wanted 500 someone wanted 400, i had kept a low balance screenshot to send to them, showing 79 bucks in one account.
What else... there is this nice orange juice guy close to office that I drink from. They are all kids. Oh yeah, few days ago was drinking orange juice when this kid came begging for money for food. I said im also not eating. He tried to grab my orange juice, so I lifted it up. He took revenge by peeing close to where I was standing lol.
The team is on slack now, made a new channel, even though TV9 used to have one that I still use. The whole team is headed to Club 126 now, there is a mela there and a whole bunch of food trucks. Gonna be fun.
-- We had momos which I have never eaten and never will. I ordered fries. The food truck had chained two multiplugs upside down into a power source, that was connected from all the holes.
Finished work three hours before my time. So now, just sitting around doing nothing, because we have to spend nine hours in office or the salary gets cut. This is inhuman, so I need to think of things I can do in spare time. Will probably sit and play games now or read the book.
So I was in Bengaluru, at my Grandmother's house. For some context, they have a lot of books, some of them hand-bound into volumes, such as Phantom and Mandrake comics. The Asterix Comics entire series are there, and these have been covered with transparent material. Me and my two cousin sisters, and my grandmother did all these covers, as part of craft. Mine are a bit wonky.
So in the dream, I was in that house, reading a low quality book, that just came apart as I was reading it. It was a fairly fat book, and part of a series, something like the Oxford Quick Reference series, but the books were even smaller. Some were thin, some where fat, not of uniform size. Anyway, so this book kind of falls apart, some of the gatherings (this is the clump of pages sewn together, also known as a signature) had been inverted, and one had come apart and was reinserted into the wrong position.
I then got into an argument with my aunt and cousin as we all tried to put it back together. It was a bit argumentative, but it was like catching up at the same time. My grandmother was silent and not saying much, just working on fixing the book. I let them figure it out while they were blaming me, while I carefully covered the rest of the books in the series in nice brown and grey craft paper on the inside, and black covers on the outside, with gold letters in Times New Roman.
This is the second time in two days that I have seen lettering in Times New Roman in my dreams. While I wasn't kicked to lucidity this time, I did sort-of realise everything was fake, and it pushed me towards wakefulness. It is one thing to be lucid and continue to dream, controlling your actions in the dream world. It is another thing to 'wrap up' a dream while you slowly wake up and the dream dissolves, where you transition from dreaming to kind of directing or wishing lol. Anyway, when I was done, I was awake, and had decided consciously (not lucid) that my completed, wrapped books looked like this!
PS, apparently this is a rare book, and I have a copy back home lol. My grandfather was a homeopath. Now, if you are an uninformed atheist you are gonna say there is no way this works, and it is a placebo, but the thing is My grandfather and most practicing homeopaths do not dissolve the active ingredient seven times, they just give the second or third solution lol. My grandfather's treatment for cold was mercury, and they worked lightning fast! I think my grandfather had cured the common cold, and he brought up two daughters and a son like that!
