Kaushik Ravindran's Blog

"I'll really miss all the yellow", he said and sailed his cruise.  For he knew a time would come when he and yellow would unite anew.  Until then he'd wait in solemn, feeling blue.  Little they knew of all he held, the man with dreams untouchable they wept.  Yellow now behind, his pallet plenty black and white.  Purpose and ambition seemingly Gray, he knew he'd find his yellow someday. Kaushik Ravindran

  Stood on my veranda  Looked up at the sky There’s that shiny thing Shining below moon  Shines like a star  Looks so cool Cool enough to hang  Hang around with moon Could I join in too? Put on my superman cape Leap towards this boon Cold air and then no air I’m flying supersonic Towards my luminous friends  Venus and moon. Kaushik Ravindran

Long I’ve wondered what it would be like for one of my musical heroes, John Mayer, to meet and play with his heroes, two of the world’s greatest musicians who ever lived, Stevie Ray Vaughan and Jimi Hendrix. A family tree of Master Musicians who look up to each other, me being the youngest. So unfortunate that both Jimi and Stevie Ray are no more, having lost their lives at a young age to two very peculiar ways of expiration.  Scientists are ever evolving, finding new ways to manipulate reality to make the world work for themselves in all sorts of ways, our own modern day wizards. This is how time travel and multiversal travel came into existence in my world. Anything is possible now, especially this! Today I will be using science for the sake of creating history, happiness and entertainment. I am going to travel back in time and bring back both Hendrix and SRV. Fans have only dreamt about such a lineup, today this dream will cease to be a dream. Tonight is going to be the gre...

I’ve recently come to discover that my dreams have been becoming more vivid. I sleep and suddenly I’m unaware that I’m asleep. My brain transforms into a kind of antenna that broadcasts the lives of multiple versions of me from parallel realities. It’s hard to explain but I’ll try anyway. For the last six or so years I’ve been a nocturnal person, my parents are surprised I haven’t yet befriended Bats and Owls. Although there was this one time when a bat took a detour into my face as I was entering through the gates of my house riding my scooter, I know, scary right? Luckily I was wearing my Blue helmet. I felt like Bruce Wayne there for a second. I do wanna become Batman someday, I really do. Someday I’m going to find a Cave, or rather build myself one and then I’m gonna go out in society and say things like “I’m gonna buy this hotel, right here, right now”. Every boy wants to grow up and become Bruce Wayne/Batman. Batman in Chennai wouldn’t be as cool, pretty sure of that. I’ll let yo...

What is motivation? I could either choose to thoughtlessly copy down some internet definition or I could be honest and actually describe what it feels like to be motivated. I have decided to take the highroad. Now, I am not going to be presumptuous and call myself the most motivated I have ever been, but I’ve had a fair share of being motivated. Every time I’ve had to do something that has involved matters of consequence or otherwise, I’ve always made sure to do my best in order to get to the other side. And how do I get to the other side? With the right amount of “being motivated” or so I think.  I’ve witnessed successful people at conventions being badgered by people about motivation and where it comes from and how to derive it. “How do you do it?”, they keep asking. People are always so curious to make sense of the extraordinary. I don't think motivation is extraordinary at all. I’ve obviously experienced not enough of it, but I know that it works best when you’re doing somethin...

The roads were empty. These roads weren’t the conventional Thar roads you see in today’s world, these roads were made of mud. When it rained, parts of these roads got slushy, but there was no rain, there was only sun. It was a hot summer afternoon, there weren’t any trees around, the place looked bare, the ground was cracked from constant exposure to heat. It was surprisingly windy, the place was deserted, the flow of wind could be heard, the wind was so hot you could feel the sand stick to your face. All you could see along these roads from top of the cliff was a saloon and an empty horse stable. The place was deserted, it lacked people, plantations and animals. Hyenas sometimes passed through this supposed sub desert, bones of bulls and other herbivores lay here and there, all exposed, no flesh, no skin, all consumed whole by erosion and time. Clouds were a rare phenomenon, and when clouds did appear they would disappear instantly. This place had forgotten what the very anticipation ...