Fiction · Television

Game of Thrones Season 3

There are spoilers from the show on this post.

After its mellow beginnings, Season 3 of Game of Thrones finally gained momentum this Sunday and how! My favourite character Daenerys Targaryen has finally caught a break!

Married off by her brother in Season one to Khal Drogo in return for an army of tribesmen with whom he wished to earn back the Iron Throne, she became Dothraki to a people who were used to a wild life. Khal Drogo’s death and her subsequent struggles were no piece of cake either but she soon emerged to me as one of the most ethical characters on the show. That is why I have loved her: she is compassionate towards those who depend on her and believe in her but is equally capable of being unforgiving towards those who do evil or stand in her way and at the same time, she possesses a sense of judgement and character and the ability to make people take her seriously.

Despite all that however, her struggles so far had been mostly in vain; despite bearing three dragons whom she almost lost at a given point, Daenerys hadn’t made any significant progress in her fight for her rightful throne so far.

Season three saw her in Astapor, trying to purchase an army of slaves ruthlessly trained in the art of fighting. These slaves–the Unsullied, are owned by the Masters under a strict regime. In order to purchase them, Daenerys agrees to sell the Masters one of her dragons.

During the actual exchange however, comes the moment of triumph because Daenerys orders the slave army to slay all their masters and free all the slaves. Having conquered Astapor and freed all slaves, she finds herself the leader of a large army of soldiers who agree to fight for her of their own free will.

So yes, I was happy when the end of the episode 4 of this season showed her leaving Astapor with her army of 8000 strong and of course, her three baby dragons who are slowly growing. Can’t wait for them to finally be fully grown.

I want her on the Iron Throne at King’s Landing!

Prayer · reading · Television

Meanwhile in India

We prayed and lit candles and held debates and we thought something would change when a 23-year-old girl was gang raped in a moving bus on a busy Delhi road by six drunken men. But even as the ‘reforms’ continue, a 5-year -old girl was kidnapped from outside her house by her neighbour,  locked up for four days and treated in indescribable, horrific ways.

And though she was found alive, she is battling for her life because of the violent treatment and because of the ‘foreign’ objects like a candle and a hair oil bottle that was found inside of her. To make matters worse, her parents have complained that the police told them to just be glad that she was alive. They are also accusing the police of trying to bribe them into downplaying the horrendous incident.

Some things you read about just make you lose your faith in humanity-this is one of them. This is the extent to which people can fall. It just goes to prove that no law seems strict enough when Indian men come right down to giving in to their perversions. Raping an adult woman aside, to actually have the urge to go ahead and rape a little child is perhaps the best indication of the mentality of our people.. No matter what kind of debates might ensue regarding the dressing sense, lifestyle, behaviour or attitude of a woman rape victim, all those arguments fall flat in the face of a five-year-old.

And it seems as if nothing is going to have an impact unless we tighten the noose around people such as these. To what extent will you lock us up in our homes at night when even a little girl who was playing outside her own house in the middle of the day, is not safe?



I believe changes in a person are of two kinds: progressive and regressive. At any point of our life, most of us our likely to think that the changes we have undergone in the most recent past have been of a progressive nature. But on retrospection, we may find that they were regressive. This doesn’t always have to be true, of course. There are times when we know we’re not changing for the better but for the worst and yet we don’t do anything to change the situation.

I am beginning too ponder upon the perplexing power of the human mind. We have all been told that God is everywhere; including within us. Nothing can be truer than that. We have so much more energy to tap inside of us than we utilize  Our body and mind is full of wonderful little secret triggers–things which, if unleashed, can take us to the soaring new heights we all dream of.

And yet- in the end, all we are is a tiny civilization with a compressed past, living on a tiny planet in a vast, endless cosmos.

Why does all of this feel like a cruel, mocking joke sometimes?

Life · Love · philosophical

Two Great Feelings!

1) When you read something that

moves you

affects you

inspires you

makes you feel dreamy

makes you love yourself

touches a chord deep down inside you

turns your heart inside out

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night

-The Old Astronomer,” written by Sarah Williams




2) That first head rush of emotions as you begin to fall in love with someone and you know they’re falling in love with you too and you think that maybe, just maybe, this is going somewhere good.

All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now

I didn’t before

And all I’ve seen since 18 hours ago

is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel right

I just want to know you better

know you better

know you better now

Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

-Taylor Swift (ft Ed Sheeran), Everything has changed

philosophical · Poems · Prayer

White Storms and Blue Hearts

Can you ever understand.

What an unbelievable mess a person can be

Underneath all the wonderful things the world sees

When the white storm clears

Who will be there?

To study the remnants of disaster

When the white storm clears

Who will hear?

The silent sobs on the morning after

Can you ever understand.

The things hidden beneath

These masks we wear and these things we say

When the white storm clears

The visions we see

Are only bits of broken glass

Floating asunder

Can you ever understand.

The vile hatred of blue hearts

Left behind when the white storm cleared?

Can you ever believe

The power of poison

Fed painfully through a burning fire?

Can you ever believe

When the white storm clears

The only heart that beats

Will become the one you forever fear….