Kaushik Ravindran's Blog

I grew up with Tobey and honestly I didn’t see Andrew as spider-man, but it took a while. It took a very long time, last week I saw every live action Spidey movie ever made, and I’ve gotta say Andrew Garfield really is the best Spider-Man, and his Peter Parker although not comic accurate is just colourful as hell, so punk, he was so rebel coded he went opposite of what Peter was supposed to be, you could really see Spidey bleeding through Peter, cause after he acquired his powers he also became this super confident person finally unleashing his quippy outgoing charismatic alter ego, it’s almost like he deleted his primary Peter Parker personality. He’s just Spider Man the whole time. So best Spider-Man of all time I’ve come to conclude.  Tobey was awesome too, he was the first guy to ever play our beloved Webhead, there’d be no live action Marvel Super Hero Movies if not for Tobey. He is Peter Parker, and when he wears his suit he’s still Peter Parker with the moves of a Human Spid...

  Perceiving Unblurry This painting beside me The one that I drew While being intoxicated  By dreams not few. The girl in the movie The bee outside Words come to mind Pretty and Honey. Synonymous in ways Worlds apart Drawing parallels, a hobby of mine A pile of Hay, a field of Tulips. Sand and seashells Beneath my being, Translucent clouds dim  Slightly the moon above. I patiently wait for the clearest sky To perceive unblurry, beloved Lune above. Clouds go, clouds come I patiently wait for my clearest sky. I walk toward the waves Feet wet, salted hair I feel like I’m flying  Just by standing here. Far away in the ocean, where it meets the sky I see a light, all the way from there It shone on my feet, Illuminating silver water  Magnificent reflection, all the way from there I look to the heavens, I now have my clearest sky, Beloved Lune, translucent wane I perceive unblurry, Words come to mind Pretty and Honey Thus is how I drew, The painting beside me. I am a m...

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 ...