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In the dying days of the Mughal Empire, there lived a man named Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan. He was a quiet, unassuming man, born in Agra in the year 1797, on December 27th in fact, who would go on to adopt the pen name Ghalib, a calling card of sorts to hide his own identity and to put himself in someone else's shoes and write, and as fate would have it, become one of the most renowned Urdu and Persian poets of all time. Even to this day, his poems about life, love, loss, deceit and pain resonate across millions of lives, especially those kids who share his Shayaris on social media pretending to understand what it means (including yours truly).<\/p>
The reason I decided to put his 10 best Shayaris in this article is because I want students to read his work and realise just how much they can relate life's simple struggles to his words even hundreds of years later. It truly is a bizarre thing to experience the feeling that despite the social inequalities and shifting of privileges that happened over a period of time, the problems that humans face are the same, the causes change of course, but the pain remains the same. <\/p>
Ghalib's work is now a national treasure, his works preserved, his memory honoured. He truly was one of the brightest literary gems from the subcontinent, so without further ado, here are 10 of his Shayaris, in their original form. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1514012295870","data":"5a3e0231f0da0"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1514012291491","data":"
1. Hazaaron khwaheeshen aisi ki har khwahesh pay dum nikale,Bahhut nikale meray armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikale ...<\/i><\/p>
2. Aah ko chahiye ik umr asar hote takkaun jeeta hai tiri zulf ke sar hote tak <\/i><\/p>
3. Is qadarr tora hai mujhaay uss ke be-wafaai nay \"ghalib\"Abb koi agarr pyar se bhi daikhaay to bikharr jata hoon mai..<\/i><\/p>
4. Sabnay pahna tha baday shauk se kaagaz ka libaas,<\/i><\/p>
Jis kadar log thay baarish me nahaanay walay,<\/i><\/p>
Adal ke tum na humey aas dilaaoo,<\/i><\/p>
Qatl ho jatay hain, zanzeer hilanay walay..<\/i><\/p>
5. Sarayy raah jo unsaay nazar mili,<\/i><\/p>
To naksh dil kay ubhar gayay,<\/i><\/p>
Hum nazar mila kar jhijhag gayay,<\/i><\/p>
Woh nazar jhukaa kar chalay gayay...<\/i><\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1514012410303","data":"5a3e024c88117"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1514012411959","data":"
6. Hamen Unse hai Wafa ki Umeed<\/i><\/p>
Jo Nahi Jaante Wafa kya hai.. <\/i><\/p>
7. Toda kuch is Ada se Taellukh us ne Ghlaib,<\/i><\/p>
Ke Sari umr apna kusoor dhoondte rahe..<\/i><\/p>
8. Ishq ne \u2018Ghalib\u2019 nikamma kar diya<\/i><\/p>
varna ham bhi aadmi the kaam ke..<\/i><\/p>
9. Dard ho Dil Men To Dawa Kijye<\/i><\/p>
Dil hi Jab Dard Ho To Kya Kijye..<\/i><\/p>
and my personal favourite of all time...<\/p>
10. Hum To Fanaa Ho Gaye Uski Ankhein Dekh Kar Ghalib<\/i><\/p>
Na Jane Woh Aaina Kaise Dekhte Honge<\/i><\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1514013111226","data":"
Thus lived and died Mirza Ghalib, the last Mughal Poet of India, one that left permanent presence in our culture. <\/p>"}]
Whether doing standup, acting on TV and in movies, or performing his off-kilter hip-hop and funk under the name Childish Gambino, it's impossible not to be impressed by Donald Glover's talents.<\/p>
He got his start performing with the sketch group Derrick Comedy, which led to him being hired by Tina Fey in 2006 to write for 30 Rock. Three years later he left that job to move to Los Angeles and was soon cast on the sitcom Community. He had released his first mixtape, Sick Boi, the previous year, using a name, Childish Gambino, he'd been given by an on-line Wu-Tang Clan name generator. His next mixtape, Poindexter, was released on September 19, 2009, the same day Community premiered on NBC. While his brainy, sometimes goofy rapping style was established by these two mixtapes, his next efforts sought to expand his reach and touch on more serious subjects. I AM JUST A RAPPER and I AM JUST A RAPPER 2 were released in quick succession at the beginning of 2010; then a couple months later he released Culdesac, a mixtape that showed off his soulful singing style. All the while he was still starring on Community, launching a successful standup comedy career, and making electronic music under the name mcDJ. To this point all his music had been self-released, but that changed when he was signed to Glassnote Records in 2011. His first official album, Camp, was issued that same year. Busy as ever, Glover launched a tour that lasted into 2012, then released another mixtape, Royalty, denoting his new status as a more serious rapper and featuring a range of musicians including Beck, ScHoolboy Q, and Das Racist's Heems.<\/p>
Along with guesting on tracks by Kilo Kish, Chance the Rapper, Young Dro, and Kenna, his next move was to reduce his commitment to Community in order to focus more on his music and other projects, most notably a production deal with the TBS network. He left the show for good in 2013, and that same year released his second album, Because the Internet. The record featured appearances by Chance the Rapper, Jhen\u00e9 Aiko, and Azealia Banks, and scored Childish Gambino a Top Ten debut chart placement, a gold record, and a nomination for Best Rap Album at the 2015 Grammy Awards. Glover kept up the same determined pace he always had, and in 2015 released a new mixtape, STN MTN, and EP, Kauai, both of which showed him expanding his sound, with the latter featuring more singing than before. His next big project was creating and starring in Atlanta, a well-received comedic drama set in the titular city. It debuted in September of 2016 and was an instant commercial success. Around this same time, Glover began dropping hints about a new album, played a festival in California where he played many new songs, and in November debuted the first single, \"Me and Your Mama.\" It was a new sound cooked up by Glover and longtime producer Ludwig G\u00f6ransson, based on deeply weird late-'60s and early-'70s psychedelic funk and soul like Sly & the Family Stone and Funkadelic. \"Awaken, My Love!\", which came out in December of 2016, featured Glover forgoing his trademark rap style completely and instead stretching his vocal range in a variety of styles.<\/p>"}]
I still remember the day\nWhen you passed by me\nGiving a kind smile\nWhich I never knew would become something<\/p>\n
As days passed by\nThe clouds started to envelope the sky\nand wrapping the Sun\nMarking the end of July<\/p>\n
It was August\nThe month of rains\nI remember you in blue\nWith band aids all over you<\/p>\n
The rain changing to thunder\nStormed my life, making everything a blunder\nI moved away from you\nNot even having a clue, that I would ever love you<\/p>\n
It was the month of November\nOh! I'm certain\nCoz that's when I first texted you\nSaying \"Hi man! Can you suggest me a brand name?\"<\/p>\n
Little that I knew\nThat months later you would be my best friend\nWho would tolerate the craziness\nEvery time I show my mid-town-madness<\/p>\n
Things started to change\nFrom texting to late night calls\nWe began to talk everyday\nTeasing and laughing at each other all day long<\/p>\n
A lil more we learned\nEvery time we talked\nFrom past stories to secrets\nWe shared it all<\/p>\n
It was the fool's month\nWhen we confessed our emotions\nI felt the love I was searching for\nIt was you, for whom I've waited this long<\/p>\n
Your messages and calls\nMakes me feel special and strong\nThe day when you said \"I love you\" in your deep voice..\nDarn! I wish to relive that moment a billion times!<\/p>\n
Wishing that this will work\nWe would take it slow\nSo that the time in store\nCould bring us close.<\/p>\n","id":"1513887306561","type":"txt"}]
Patrick Bateman from American Psycho would have gone crazy in 2017's world where yuppies forgo chasing money and being in his way, thus fuelling his murderous rampage, but instead spend hours online arguing about which smartphone is better. <\/p>
This is what capitalism has reduced us to, to a culture of arguing fiercely, actively and shamelessly about inanimate phones and corporations, defending them as if your life depended on it. I usually refrain from being caustic on this platform but I have to call this one out, just how stupid are you?<\/p>
The objective of a cellular phone which has now taken the classification of being 'smart' because of the software and being constantly connected to the internet is to constantly keep us connected and updated with the news, reach our friends instantly and make our lives easier. Yet, in true human fashion combined with capitalism, we've formed tribes around the kind of phones we use to feel special and chosen because apparently there's not much else going on in one's lives. So insane have these groups become that they've taken a turn for the worse as the inevitable comparisons between the two camps happened. We do not know who struck the first blow, but for the love of everything that is holy, be the first one to shut the hell up about this nonsense, no matter which side of the spectrum you are. <\/p>
Just look how happy Patrick Bateman is in the picture below, using a thick cellphone to book a table for two and Dorsea. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1513852596121","data":"5a3b8f50b970b"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1513852605938","data":"
For the record, I'll never be able to see Christian Bale as anyone else except Patrick Bateman for his excellent performance and no, not even the Dark Knight trilogy can change my mind. But coming back to the point. <\/p>
It really makes me wonder why people attach their sense of self-worth, their entire existence up until present time, on who makes the device they use to click pictures, talk to friends and surf the web. Like, who cares if your phone has a glass back or plastic, that is hardly the issue at all! What should matter is if the phone lets you do the stuff you want to do, that is make calls, text people and watch stuff, something that can also be done on cheap phones, so why on earth does it even matter what phone you're using? <\/p>
Is your life so shallow and so boring that the most interesting thing about your life is what kind of a phone you're carrying in your pocket? For absolute shame! <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1513853387331","data":"5a3b93fe3e968"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1513853389580","data":"
It doesn't matter who buys what, there is nothing more sadder and pitiful than a person who thinks buying a phone will make them look cooler, and don't even get me started on the geniuses who parade around iPhones as if they are status symbols and the guys who own android phones and go around telling people that they can tear it down to pieces and build it again because the software is that friendly, being open source. <\/p>
The average consumer does not care, in fact, nobody outside your little man-children caves cares about which phone is better, you know why? Because smartphones do the same stuff no matter what build or make, that's why. <\/p>
Like damn, get some culture in your life and debate about how we can possibly move forward as a society and brainstorm for solutions, not worry about RAM in phones, often cases higher than some laptops these days, which still end up lagging every now and then because of course they do. <\/p>
It's time to stop. <\/p>"}]
This seems to be a norm in Asian cultures, but overworking and staying late at work until your brain starts to look like tomato soup seems to be somewhat of an accepted trend, so much so that even your managers expect you to stretch and kill your mind body and soul and take on additional stress instead of spending quality time with your family just to get something done, something that can also be completed the following day. <\/p>
Here's a radical thought, go home on time. <\/p>
Shocking, I know, but what's so horrible about it? Just go home on time, go spend time with your family and friends and come back to work the next day with a smile. How is this possible, I hear you ask? Well, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. <\/p>
Overworking is overrated. <\/p>
<\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1513850135234","data":"5a3b88b1557b7"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1513850137045","data":"
There's simply no nobility in you staying late at work and killing your soul despite what society might think. Such pervasive and prevalent is this attitude that some of the most brilliant people I know have burned out and cannot be bothered to do their jobs anymore because of severe demotivation. <\/p>
Not only does overworking kill your enthusiasm, there are even geniuses who not only overwork but also take on additional work because apparently they are gluttons for punishment. Here's another secret, nobody is going to hand you an award for being a glutton for punishment, the only reward you're going to get is a deepening sense of under appreciation and a lot of depression because it feels like you're ding everything in the office, even when that is not true. <\/p>
Oh and of course there are companies that may appreciate you for working too much, that is just a trap because this is still a capitalistic society and as long as you're making money for the company, shams like 'best employee' award will be handed to you to ensure you keep killing yourself internally instead of living your life outside the confines of your office. <\/p>
Live a little, ladies and gentlemen, always leave office on time. <\/p>"}]
Born on December 28, 1932, Dhirajlal Ambani would go on to become one of the most successful entrepreneurs of independent India, and became an inspiration for many an entrepreneur across the country and the world. Today, as we remember his achievements on his 86th birthday, let us take a look at the entrepreneurial lessons one can learn from Dhirubhai Ambani<\/p>
1. Always remember your goals <\/b><\/p>
Dhirubhai Ambani was focused on becoming successful, and had a treasure trove of ideas to work with. What set him apart from the rest of entrepreneurs of his time was that he never was satisfied with his position, and consistently worked towards reaching his goals. Steadfast and unwavering, thy name is Dhirubhai Ambani. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1545982672165","data":"5a3b83349d62d"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1545982672166","data":"
2. He was a risk taker <\/b><\/p>
'A Ship in Harbor Is Safe, But that Is Not What Ships Are Built For' goes a saying, Dhirubhai was the embodiment of this. One of his early buisness ventures put him in a partnership with a man who wanted to play it safe, but Ambani would not stand for it, his first office had two attendants, three chairs, one small room and a table, and he started his career there, importing polyester from Yemen. Today, Reliance industries is the biggest manufacturer of Polyester in the world. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1545982672167","data":"5a3b8347f2da9"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1545982672168","data":"
3. He had revolutionary ideas, wanted to give back to the country<\/b><\/p>
Dhirubhai didn't just want to make a profit, he wanted India to be respected worldwide. His ideas allowed him to gain a much acclaim in practice after starting Reliance Industries, and one of these visions is the reason cell phone communication caught on in India, Reliance communication revolutionized the cell phone industry of the country, with Dhirubhai's dream of seeing every strata of society connected to cellular networks. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1545982672169","data":"5a3b83623737d"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1545982672170","data":"
4. He had a great respect for his team<\/b><\/p>
Dhirubhai understood the importance of having a good team for building his company, he focused on building a team that had brilliant ideas, ideas that he would patiently listen to and encourage. A mark of a truly good entrepreneur is how much you respect your team that builds and maintains the product for you, because often their ideas can drastically improve your services. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1545982672171","data":"5a3b83781cccb"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1545982672172","data":"
5. He understood the importance of innovation and adapted accordingly<\/b> <\/p>
The only constant in life is change, change of times brings changes and innovations in technology and new fields of study, Dhirubhai understood this well and was always willing to adapt. He saw an opportunity for a business according to the times and went through with it. It was this belief that led to the cell phone revolution in India, and today, with India being one of the biggest market for smartphones, we have Dhirubhai Ambani to thank for that. He strove to be greater than people could think of, and he had the grit, determination and the guts to go through with it, this is the reason why he is one of the biggest inspirational figures for students and entrepreneurs alike, across the world. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1545982672173","data":"5a3b838f28388"}]
\"Hey mom, why are some people bad?\" asked my son, as we turned the TV off, away from reports of secret police knocking on people's doors and the media happily supporting the destruction of our fundamental rights. <\/i><\/p>
I didn't know how to answer this question. How do you tell a 7-year old that men with power and privilege decide to play games with the lives of everyone else and there was nothing people like us could do about it. What would a 7-year old understand about power and privilege when he learns every day at school that everyone was born equal and is shielded by the discrimination anyone who doesn't look like him, doesn't share his skin tone, goes through? <\/i><\/p>
\"Because,\" I began, only to find that I couldn't find the words to say anything, I was tired of standing up for rights, \"because there are people who think that doing bad things to good people will ultimately result in a better world.\" <\/i><\/p>
\"Does it?\" he asks, his eyes round as coins. <\/i><\/p>
\"No,\" it was my husband, from across the room, \"It does not, son.\" <\/i><\/p>
I look at the two of them before continuing, \"One must never hate someone for how they were born, because this is something we cannot choose. Those who do are bad and we must learn to protect ourselves from them.\" <\/i><\/p>
My son nodded. <\/i><\/p>
Creak...<\/p>
I was hiding behind a desk that I had upturned in the gunfight that ensued when an enterprising individual, I'm sure, decided to take pot shots at me just as soon as I hand landed. Not only did it attract the attention of a group nearby, it seemed this group had automatic weapons. I chanced upon a grenade and threw it at the entrance hall, near the door where I saw the men pouring through. <\/p>
There was silence and then there was the creak. <\/p>
Unmistakable footsteps doing a terrible job at sneaking up the stairs. I had my ear to the floorboards and heard the thump of a pair of heavy boots as they carefully climbed the stairs, it would only be a matter of seconds before he would be in the same room as I was. It was now or never. No more hiding. <\/p>
I did my best to run silently to the door, towards the sound of footsteps and hid behind the door, just at the edge of its opening. I barely had time to adjust when the man rushed through, checking his corners. He spotted me right away, but I was ready. Like clockwork, my left palm pushed the barrel of his SCAR-H away from me while with the right, I pulled back and sank a knife in his throat. <\/p>
Blood gushed down my hand as the weight of his limp body fell on the knife. I pulled it out, picked up the SCAR, checked ammo and walked around the house. The grenade had taken out 2 people, with the third one lying dead upstairs. If I was to survive this island, I had to make life or death decisions constantly. <\/p>
The PDA given to us showed me that the effective playable area was closing in and that I had 10 minutes to gather supplies and rush to the nearest safe playable zone at the earliest. Trying not to panic, I rushed through the house to find the three men who had come to shoot my first victim and me down to have tons of 7.62x51 NATO rounds for the SCAR-H I'd found, two rifle scopes, one that magnified 4x and one 2x, and a reflex sight for quick close quarters engagement, although I'd already made up my mind to use the knife for that fight. <\/p>
When in close quarters, always bring a knife to a gunfight. <\/p>
I also found a secondary weapon, a Submachine Gun named UMP-9 that used 9mm rounds, same as my pistol. In effect, it would be a pistol with a much higher rate of fire and greater recoil control, all of which I needed right now. The body near the door carried a backpack, some food, medicines and first aid kit. I put on their camo suits, bag, took their guns, pointed myself north and started moving. <\/p>
It was time to leave. <\/p>
It was time to survive. <\/p>
<\/p>"}]
Its holiday season and Christmas is round the corner, and everybody are busy decorating their trees and buying gifts for their dear ones.<\/p>\n
Talking about Christmas, it is an annual festival commemorating the birth of the son of God, Jesus. Although it's celebrated on 25th of December every year, most scholars contradict the date of birth. His birthday is celebrated in December because that was the date of the Jewish Festival of Lights - the festival of Hanukkah. Nobody really knows exactly when Jesus was born. Some scholars believe that Jesus may have been born in spring or summer. He was born to a virgin named Mary. He was born with human flesh and blood, and lived a sinless life. <\/p>\n
The God wanted to send his son to Earth to help people lead a life on the path of peace and love as the world was clouded in the darkness of envy and violence. He sacrificed his life for all of mankind, to condemn sins committed by the people of the earth, so that they can live a happy and just life.<\/p>\n
Many of the popular Christmas traditions today, ranging from the Christmas tree to the stockings hanging over the fire place, found their roots in Saturnalia: Branches from evergreen trees were used during winter solstice as a reminder of the green plants that would grow in spring when the sun Gods grew strong. These evergreen branches became the foundation of our Christmas tree. Germans are thought to be the first to bring \u201cChristmas trees\u201d into their homes at the holidays and decorate them with cookies and lights. <\/p>\n
The Christmas tree made its way to America in the 1830s but wasn\u2019t popular until 1846, after Germany\u2019s Prince Albert brought it to England when he married Queen Victoria. The two were sketched in front of a Christmas tree and the tradition instantly became popular. Royal fever was real even back then. The well-known reason we give presents at Christmas is to symbolize the gifts given to baby Jesus by the three wise men. But it may also stem from the Saturnalia tradition that required revellers to offer up rituals to the Gods.<\/p>\n
One of the reasons we leave milk and cookies for Santa is because Dutch kids would leave food and drink for St. Nicholas on his feast day. Children would leave shoes out the night before and, in the morning, would find little gifts that St. Nicholas would leave them.<\/p>\n
One night, St. Nicholas dropped a bag of gold down a poor man\u2019s chimney so that his oldest daughter would be able to get married, and the bag fell into a stocking that was drying by the fire; and this is how hanging stocking over the fire place has become a part of the Christmas tradition.<\/p>\n
Though various traditions of celebrating Christmas has different stories which goes way back in time, it makes the festival more joyful and exciting keeping the motive of celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ constant.<\/p>\n
Complements of the season and Merry Christmas to everyone.<\/p>\n"}]
\u201cWhy do you want to celebrate your birthday?\u201d this was the question which changed my thought process about celebrating. Once on my birthday, I was very excited to celebrate with my friends. Unfortunately, no one turned up and that made me feel so bad and ruined my whole birthday mood. <\/p>
Oh yes, you might be thinking that am not a kid to be disappointed for such reason. But yes, I was disappointed because I expected and planned to have a lot of fun and nothing happened. <\/p>
When I was feeling low, I had a talk with my brother and I shared everything with him. He didn\u2019t tell me anything at that moment rather he patiently listened to me.<\/p>
One fine day I got a letter from stuMagz saying am an avenger from then and then my brother told me that\u201d this is a thing to celebrate, You celebrate when you achieve something, Just getting birth and passing years is not a big thing to celebrate, In fact, you must be scared because you are becoming older without achieving anything.\u201d <\/p>
Then I decided not to celebrate any day unless I achieve something. <\/p>
No, am not against celebrations. Absolutely not. But in my view, there is no point in celebrating your birthday. <\/p>
When you pass in a subject in which you have no confidence go and celebrate it because that\u2019s your achievement. <\/p>
When you get a job celebrate it, when you gain some confidence celebrate it, when you understand what is life celebrate it. <\/p>
I agree, when you are a kid you will be so excited to wear a new dress on your birthday and take chocolates to school and share them with friends. At least stop it after you are out of teens. When you achieve something which you were dreaming of the whole life, wear a new dress, share chocolates, sweets and whatever you want. Celebrate it like there is no other big thing. <\/p>
I am not telling you to save your money and help others because it\u2019s up to you how you spend your money. But celebrating a day which is making you a year older is pointless my friend.<\/p>
Just think about it.<\/p>"}]
Terminal Velocity <\/p>
I remember being taught about terminal velocity in school, learning that when an object was dropped from a great height, it would end up assuming a top speed while falling towards the earth. It wasn't possible for any object in the world to exceed that speed no matter the mass. <\/p>
It was a funny thought to think as I was hurtling towards the ground at terminal velocity, having been pushed out of the plane transporting the prisoners to this death island where everyone would kill each other with guns, machetes, knives and even frying pans. <\/p>
The moment of reflection faded as rapidly as I was falling, I put my arm behind me and started groping for the ripcord to open the parachute. For one very brief second, one that felt like an eternity, I thought I didn't have a ripcord, but then I found it and pulled hard. <\/p>
The jerk one feels as the parachute gathers air and slows you to a safe descent is vastly underreported in many action movies, it is quite jarring and sudden and can leave you disoriented for a second. I had just about gathered my wits and spotted a place to hide on the ground and possibly look for supplies that two different prisoners zoomed past me, headed straight for the ground. <\/p>
The place I was going to land in was not safe anymore, I could be killed the instant I took off my parachute. Sure enough, a few hundred feet below me, the two prisoners opened their parachutes and made a beeline to a scatter of houses in the country side. I pulled my weight and pushed the parachute forward, landing some distance away next to an isolated farm house with a couple of outhouses and a storage area. <\/p>
No sooner had I landed, I felt a bullet graze my left leg. I crouched, ready to pounce like a tiger and hoping that the thick parachute bag would cushion the next bullet, the gunshot I'd heard was of a 9mm pistol, 'Not much penetrating power,' I thought to myself and sure enough, another gunshot followed a sharp pain on the back, but the bullet hadn't pierced the skin. I wasn't even sure if it was going to leave a bruise. <\/p>
As soon as I crouched and heard the second gunshot, I was already half way out of the bag's safety straps. I dived for cover just in time before the third shot ran out and hit the wall above my head. I desperately needed a weapon. <\/p>
\"You don't have to do this!\", I yelled, desperately, foolishly, assuming there was still humanity left in the world. <\/p>
The man just laughed. <\/p>
\"I'm going to kill you and use your body as bait to trap other players,\" he sang, in his terrible voice, \"I'm going to drag your goddamned corpse all over this island and use it whenever I can and there is nothing you can do about it.\" <\/p>
They say necessity and desperation are the mothers of invention and change. If I was to survive this island, I needed to become one of them, I needed to become a killer. <\/p>
I found a rock lying on the floor where I was crouched behind some cover, broken off after the unknown man's bullet hit the wall behind me. I chucked it out of my cover only to be met with more gunfire, but this time, the position had moved. He was coming into the house I was trying to sneak in. <\/p>
It was now or never. <\/p>
Knowing there was no point in walking silently, I ran full tilt into the house's various rooms, deciding that if I didn't find something, I'd at least throw myself at the attacker and surprise him. I dashed to the upper floor of the house and grabbed the first thing I could see, a sturdy cast iron frying pan. <\/p>
The door in the downstairs landing burst open and the man charged in, bellowing insults and taunting me to come out. I called out, \"I'm up here, come and get me.\" <\/p>
Bloodlust is a funny thing, it can make you think you're the king of the world when the truth is someone better than you will always shoot your face off if you challenge them. The man rushed up the stairs and fired towards the corners he couldn't see past, in hopes of scaring me. What he didn't know that I'd climbed up to the attic and just as soon as he came under the attack door, I leaped from the attic to the second floor landing with a yell and smashed the pan over his head. <\/p>
When the man came to, I had already stolen his equipment. He had found an assortment of first aid medicines and bandages developed by the current government's fascist doctors that healed wounds quickly, enough to keep going in battle. What else does a fascist government need except soldiers that do not know how to die? Fortunately, the man that tried to kill me was not one of those soldiers. <\/p>
\"Wha...\" he stirred, before panicking and seeing that I was pointing his gun at him. <\/p>
\"No, please, don't shoo-\" <\/p>
BLAM!<\/p>
The smell of cordite and the unmistakable tang of metal that blood carries fills the room. If this island was made to make me a killer, by pulling that trigger I had given it what it wanted. <\/p>
And killer I would be, because I had to escape, I had to bring those responsible for this to justice, I had to gather the best equipment I could find in this place and smuggle them out to aid in my escape. I had a lot to do in a world where my existence was ready to be ceased by one enterprising individual hiding in a bush with a sniper rifle. <\/p>
A crash, followed by a smoke grenade in the room I was in threw caution to the winds. The smoke was followed by staticco bursts of unmistakable carbine fire. I had attracted attention and judging by the voices, there were more than one. <\/p>
As I fell to the ground, my hand found something unmistakably round and heavier than its size. It had a pin that I pulled before throwing it down the stairs towards the doors as the people rushed in to the building. <\/p>
There was a loud explosion as the grenade exploded, then nothing. <\/p>
Glorious silence. <\/p>
To be continued. <\/i><\/p>"}]
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