Be Black or Be White

 

There is a comfort in being grey. You do not have to pick a side. You do not have to explain yourself. You can move between opinions, between choices even between people. You can avoid judgement, skip questions and stay safe. But the problem with grey is that it stands nowhere.

Life demands clarity. When you choose black, you are ready to face what comes with it. When you choose white, you are prepared to defend it. But when you remain in the middle, you become a bystander. You let others make the decisions, take the risks and live with the outcomes. You stay untouched but also unnoticed.

Being black or white does not mean being rigid. It means being sure. It means saying this matters and that does not. It means drawing a line, even when it brings discomfort to people. The world moves because some choose to act while others hesitate. Because some say no when others nod.

Grey feels peaceful. But it slowly takes away your sense of direction. You forget what you believe in. You start to repeat things you once questioned. You begin to live off borrowed strength. And at some point you realise that your voice no longer makes an impact. Because it never stayed firm enough to be heard.

Pick a side. Not because one is always right. But because standing for something is better than standing for nothing. People who are clear may lose more. They may be misunderstood. But at least they live with their spine straight and their head clear. There is more strength in being wrong with honesty than in being right without a stand.

Eleven Review

 

Eleven is a 2025 crime investigation film directed by Lokkesh Ajlis, featuring Naveen chandra in the lead. On the surface, it is yet another psycho-killer story with a series of murders, an investigation, and a reason behind the killings. But beneath that familiar structure lies a film that tries to break patterns, only to fall back into them. It begins with promise, stumbles midway, and recovers just enough to deliver a decent twist at the end.

The plot follows a familiar path. A series of murders triggers an investigation and slowly, a justification for the killings begins to unfold. The film opens strongly with a murder sequence that immediately catches attention. However the pace soon drops and the tension loses grip. Fortunately, the story gains momentum that leads towards a climax that delivers a surprising twist.

A major drawback lies in its casting. Although Naveen does a fair job, several other roles are poorly executed. The heroine in particular is unconvincing in both performance and presence. Her role feels artificial, the emotions  are missing and her chemistry with the hero feels mismatched. Additionally victims also lack any memorable traits, making it difficult for the audience to feel connected to their fates.

This lack of connection to the characters weakens the film overall. There is no strong emotional anchor, neither in the protagonist nor in the antagonist. At several points in the film, the audience may find themselves indifferent to what happens next. It reaches a stage where the murders do not evoke concern.

Technically the film leaves much to be desired. The visual quality is average and the overall production feels underwhelming. The screenplay has its moments, especially when it picks up pace, but it also leaves several loose ends. For viewers who tend to question plot logic or details, this film may become frustrating.

On a positive note, the background score does justice to the tone of the film. In a story built on suspense and fear, music plays a crucial role in enhancing impact. Here the background music manages to bring in the necessary intensity, especially in moments of confrontation or revelation. While it is not extraordinary, it serves its purpose well.

In conclusion this film is a decent attempt that brings something different from the routine commercial drama. It may not be a standout film in its genre, but the effort to deliver a psychological thriller deserves credit. Though let down by poor casting and emotional detachment, it still remains watchable for its plot development and final twist.

Rating: 6.5 out of 10⭐️

More Than Just Tea

 

Some tea talks hold more meaning than the day itself. A glass of tea is passed over the counter and the conversation begins. One person sips slowly because he is talking. Another finishes his glass quickly because he is listening. The moment goes on depending on the importance of what is being shared. Sometimes the tea becomes two. Sometimes three. The number does never mattered.

We speak about everything. Love, Politics, Bikes, Business, Friendships etc. Some talks are full of opinions. Others are just hmms and nods. Some days the words never come but the presence is enough. Just standing there beside someone and knowing nothing needs to be said also is a kind of peace. The air feels different. The tea tastes better and the world slows down.

The tea stall itself keeps changing. Sometimes it is just around the corner. Sometimes it takes a small ride to get there. Either way the direction is never random. We go there with the thought that today needs to end with tea and conversation. No matter how Hard or light the day was. No matter what went wrong or what went right. That one glass seals the day in a way nothing else can.

It was never about the drink and never about how long we stood there. It was about what that time gave us. Some days it gave clarity. Some days it gave warmth. Some days it gave nothing but still felt like something. And when that kind of moment stops happening, you do not always notice it at first. But over time you realise that no other part of the day has filled that space since.

The Scam of Romanticising the Past

 

There is a trend online where people are drawn to anything that looks old. Cars that barely run, bikes that need a push to start, Clothes from decades ago, cafes with broken walls and dim lights, all of this is now called meaningful and full of character. Social media keeps pushing the idea that things from the past are better than what we have now. And many people believe it.

This is not real respect for the past. It is just another trend. People are not choosing these things because they work better. They are choosing them because they want to stand out. A rusty scooter becomes cool. A broken Film camera becomes vintage. It is not about value. It is about attention. The truth is we moved on from these things for a reason. We upgraded because we needed comfort, speed and most importantly safety. Nothing about that is wrong.

The people who talk about the past like it was perfect are often the same ones enjoying every bit of modern life. They use fast internet, ride new bikes, wear modern clothes and still post about how good the old days were. They forget that many of those old things were not charming. They were just hard to live with. And people back then would have chosen better if they had the chance.

In most cases, this is not love for the past. It is a way to be different. In a world where everything works well, people pick what does not,  just to feel special. And social media loves that. Not because it is meaningful but because it looks good.

There is nothing wrong with liking old things. But fooling yourself into thinking they are better than what we have now is not Ideal. It is just a choice to ignore how far we have come.

Nothing deep. Just felt like writing.

 

Not everything has to start with a reason. Not every sentence needs to change the world. Sometimes you open a blank page, Not because you have figured something out or Not because you have got anything new to say. Just… because.

Today feels like one of those days.

Where I am not sad. Not happy. Not tired either. Just off. Like wearing a shoe that does not match your foot. You will survive. But you feel it all day.

There is no story here. No moral. No breakthrough waiting at the end. 

Do not expect something like clarity, conclusion or answers.

Because this is not that kind of writing.
This is the kind that just needs to exist for nothing.

Some days that is enough.

Peace.

When Blame Finds You Anyway

 

Sometimes a person gets blamed for something they never did. No questions are asked. No space is given to explain. The blame is placed. It becomes a truth for others even when it is false. The person is left standing with nothing but questions. It does not matter what really happened. It only matters what others have decided.

Being wrongly blamed does something to the mind. At first there is confusion. Then anger. Then comes doubt. Not just about the event but also about the self. The person begins to wonder if speaking up is worth it. They start holding back. Not because they are guilty, but because they are tired. Tired of trying to be understood in a room that has already made up its mind.

This kind of blame is not that huge. But it changes things. Slowly It changes how a person enters conversations. It changes how they respond to people. It creates a hesitation that was never there before. Life begins to shift in small ways. Trust breaks and the person who once spoke freely starts to filter every word.

The worst part is that these changes often go unnoticed. Even by the person going through them. They just start to feel less like themselves. More guarded and more distant. Friends may still laugh around them. But something feels off. Because something inside has changed. Not out of choice, but as a way to cope.

Blame, when placed carelessly does not correct. It corrodes. And sometimes the only way to protect yourself is to leave, where the truth is always up for debate.

Why I Prefer Riding Solo

 

Lately I have started to understand the actual fun of riding. Not just solo rides but the very act of motorcycling. For years I was in a bubble. A mindset that this is how rides are supposed to be. Go with the group. Stick to the plan. Be part of the usual routine. Discuss the same stuff. But after doing a solo ride my perspective changed.

And yeah before anyone jumps to judge, no I have not done hundreds of solo rides. Just a few. But that is the thing. It is not about the number of rides but about the experience. The shift that happens inside your head when you ride alone even once.

To begin with, my contacts started expanding. In a group ride you stay in your corner. Same people. Same vibe. Same content. Again and again. Even if you want to step out of that circle and talk to someone new, you hesitate. And in rare cases when you try, you are made fun of or made to feel small. That is how group rides work for many. But in solo rides, you have the liberty to speak. To meet new people. Some become memories. Some become lessons. Some walk with you for a while, some just pass through. But you connect. And that is something.

Your memories grow wider and deeper. You stop where you want. You click a photo if the moment feels right. You halt just to enjoy the place or the vibe. You breathe it in. Unlike group rides where someone else decides the pace, the plan and the halt. The vibe is already fixed before you reach. But solo rides, they have an insane vibe of their own. Raw. Free. Heartfelt. One you can actually enjoy the ride.

Then comes the part nobody likes to talk about that is the blame game. In group rides it is always around. Even if you make no mistake, someone is ready to point fingers. Nobody wants to understand your side. They just assume. Always assume. But in solo rides there is no one else to assume or blame. You take your decision. If something goes wrong, you deal with it. You do not have to carry someone else’s blame or clean up after them.

Over time you stop blaming others too. You learn to take responsibility. You stop explaining yourself. You stop giving reasons for every small thing you do. Because now there is no judgment. No eyes watching your every move. You find peace. You solve problems with a calm mind. You learn to move forward.

Another thing about group rides is the constant need to adjust to different skill levels, speeds and comfort zones. You might want to push your limits or explore challenging routes, but the group pace often holds you back. Or sometimes the group moves too fast and continuous, making you feel rushed and tense. That constant compromise takes away the pure joy of riding at your own rhythm. Solo riding lets you discover what you are really capable of without pressure or hesitation. It is a chance to grow as a rider in your own time.

After reading all this, If you feel that you are stuck in the same bubble I was in, thinking this is how riding works. I urge you to try a solo ride. Just once. One ride. There is a whole different world out there. Waiting for you to explore. A world where the road belongs to you. The stops belong to you. The vibe belongs to you.

And You will never know it until you step out once. Not for a story. Not for a post. Not for proving a point. Just for yourself.