brutal-dom.

SO,
first, sorry you lovely folks! I've been away for sometime thanks to what I had earlier called 'my tantrum-throwing pampered brat of an internet connection'. But occasionally, like now, having three laptops, two connections and a rich daddy helps. ;) As also, the fact that semester exams are finally over and oh what joy! It's party season!

second,
October 20th saw Kolkata freaks witnessing the fourth edition of the first-of-its-kind Underground Metal Fest in the city. The Pit v.4: Rogue Dimension consisted of eight local underground Extreme Metal bands performing for eight hours in a rip-your-throat, melt-your-face extravanganza with adrenaline running down the sides. 11am onwards, a usually sleepy, quiet paara theater auditorium in Kalighat,a posh locality among the oldest areas of Kolkata, saw mysterious-looking pierced and tattooed people in black arriving in hoardes and accumulating...
By 2pm, the theater, its ginormous stage, the auditorium- all of it had been metempsychosed(is that even the word? LOL) into a raging pit- spewing wrath, blood and dust round its circumference.
A space that is usually barred to anything more than 300 people was forced to admit 800-900 tensile-steel-nerved Metal enthusiasts.

Now, for the photos!!
First, obviously, me with the boy...
Next, Evil Conscience in action.
Pritam (the boy) on guitar.


Arunava aka Grimforecast, the beast with the mic.



Niloy aka Imp Estine, the monster on drums


Jonny on the bass


and us, the fangirls/boys. You can see the starry-eyed(Well, not quite..) me sitting (of all places), right *on* the stage in front of the monitors.

Sinful Oath.
Kunzang, the pint-sized decibel demon.

Kunzang, mic-man and Soumabir(aka Pittu) on guitar.


Bibek, bass/bawaal man and Vineet, guitar player.





Oh, and that's Pittu again. Maybe someday he'll grow up, poor dear bro of mine. ;)

Erased Undead

Rajdeep aka Rjd the growler and Pratik the screamer.




Neerajan on the axe.

Chronic Xorn
Sunny aka Saptadeep, growler.

Axeman Suvam



Dead, aka Angshuman, little bass-demon

Tamaghna, the drum humachine.

Yonsample
Arka, voice.

Jojo, axe.

Ani, four strings.


Pupai, melody.

Unfortunately, I couldn't shoot 3 bands- Wranglers, Burnout Syndrome and What Escapes Me, but maybe I will. Next time around. :)

Oh, and here are a few bonus additions:
Me and soul-sis Mallika.

MOSH!!!!! Fuck aye! \m/

Stagediving/Crowdsurfing.

[The last two pics courtesy Kushal.]

Taking It Back To The Old School, Cause I'm An Old Fool Who's So Cool

I've found that little music on Earth is quite so soothing as the timeless epic known as "Whoomp, There It Is" by the whirlwind of musical viruosity Tag Team.  Actually, that's a lie- that song sucks shit, and I vastly prefer 95 South's "Whoot There it is", which speaks to an issue near and dear to my heart:  finding booty.

I think I've located the booty for which 95 South has been searching.

Piratical song lyrics aside, I've mentioned at great length the lessons that can be taken from old school lifters and general strength trainees, and recent personal experience has reiterated this strongly.  People back in the day were, quite simply, far harder than we are today.  This isn't some Hesiod-style reference to a bygone Golden Age of humanity, but a simple statement of fact.  Modern life has made people soft as shit, and we're thus incapable of doing some of the epic crap that people did as a matter of course before the days of mocha lattes and iPads.  Nor is this simply an affliction of the West, as Japanese karateka and Indian martial artists have found their bodies, and their hands in particular, to be far too soft to accomodate the old styles of training, and thus cannot attain the level of tiger-choking, bare-handed alligator killing, mass destruction of entire cities awesome that our forefathers did.

Mas Oyama used to beat up bulls, barehanded, as a goof.  He built his strength by using the implements listed below, in addition to randomly fighting rocks, trees, and waterfalls, and (of course) by running half-naked in the snow on a regular basis.

Quite frankly, the shit's not entirely our fault- modern life doesn't really prepare you for badassery, or generally allow for it.  Everything these days is mechanized, so even farmers are blubbery shadows of their former selves.  Men of bygone eras built their bodies through their daily routines, chopping wood, digging ditches, and walking all over the fucking place.  I mean, for fuck's sake- we're so soft that we now wear shoes while "barefoot running."  The shit's gotten beyond ridiculous.  As such, it seems that we might look to what these guys used to do for strength training, because we can rest assured that it's badass, and it might give you something to do when you're out of ideas.

Hmmmm... barefoot shoes seems like a contradiction in terms, methinks.

All of you know at least a bit about the Great Gama.  According to a certain skinny bald guy with access to a lot of light clubbells and "secret ancient strength training knowledge", Gama did untold thousands of pushups and hindu squats, and then swung around a bit of wood for a while and was jacked as a result.  Well, that's not the whole story.

"Gama used to wear a 60 kilogram granite ring around his neck while doing pushups and squats. Then he swung some very heavy karela or mudgar (Indian clubs). No. Not the puny cola bottle club bells now being promoted as the all singing all dancing fitness equipment, but really heavy ones weighing from 20 kilograms to 60 kilograms. In addition to all these , Gama used to dig the wrestling pit with a pharsa (a heavy hoe like implement) weighing as much as 30 kilograms. Not for fun, not because he could not find something lighter. But because the added resistance helped him to strengthen the forearms. The superior skill and the strength Gama possessed made him the greatest wrestler in the world."  (Venkatachalam)

Now, that shit is fucking hardcore.  Fuck an X-vest- I want a granite ring hung around my neck while I go about my daily routine.  Not only would that add resistance, but that'd build one hell of a thick fucking neck.  Nor was that the end of the road for Indian wrestlers (who were at one time pretty fucking badass):
"Supplementary weight training was the rule - not the exception. The scenario was much the same with Kalarippayattu and other Indian martial arts like wrestling and vajramushti. Every village had some sort of vyayam mandir or gymkhana (gymnasium/health centre), and people who thronged there lifted heavy stone balls, did squats with  heavy stone rings around their neck, swung heavy mudgar or Indian clubs, used sandbags, did exercises on a pole (mallakhamb) and then practiced their martial arts. These exercises were in addition to their menial jobs like chopping wood, fetching water from deep wells. carrying head loads over 100 kgms and walking to the market and the manual labor on the agricultural fields."(Venkatachalam)

Forearms, much?

Clearly, their daily routine was far harder than anything you or I will ever experience.  Beyond that, even guys who work with their hands can attest to the fact that the old guys with whom they work rock 18" upper arms and forearms while eating a diet that consists of nothing but cheese and hard liquor, all due to the fact that they spent their entire lives using pipe wrenches and manual tools.  Thus, we need to sack the fuck up and start building up our workload bit by bit, through the day, to try to regain some of the epic, diamond hardness that our grandfathers had simply because they were alive.

Jack Palance, one of the last of a dying breed of unbelievably hard motherfuckers.  Coal miner, pro boxer, bomber pilot, country music singer, and one-handed pushups at 73-doer.

So, what'd they use to get their badass physiques of yore?  In this installment, I'll go over some Eastern implements for strength building, and then in a future one, I'll throw in any other training system I can find.  (Incidentally, if any of you are fluent in Latin, email me, because I've got a translation job for you)  The Okinawans and Japanese had some sick methods for building overall strength, and given that the Okinawans created fighting systems so they could kill armored opponents with their bare hands, there's not much better place to start.

Chishi: The chishi is a concrete or stone weight at the end of a wooden handle, which basically makes it analogous to the Indian club bell or a sledge.  Obviously, this thing's mostly working your hand and forearm, but anyone who's played with a sledge will attest to the fact that it becomes a full body workout in short order.

Ishisashi: This is a stone padlock that's sort of like a kettlebell. Most of the applications I've seen for these involve punching, and these things apparently build sick arm, forearm, hand, and shoulder strength.

Jari Bako: Anyone who's seen a kung fu movie is familiar with this, and I'm willing to bet half of you (like me) tried creating your own with a bucket of sand or gravel after reading about these in karate books.  Basically, you start with sand and then work your way up through gravel, small rocks, large rock, and then allegedly glass to turn your hands and fingers into rock-hard, esophagus-ripping death machines by punching your hands with a knife fist into the aforementioned bucket.  Using these is undoubtedly what gave Sonny Chiba the finger strength to de-throat the main bad guy in Street Fighter, making that the best martial arts movie until Bloodsport.

 

Kongoken: After seeing these used on Human Weapon, I'm pretty sure I'm going to make one of these bad boys myself (you can get how-to directions here)  It's essentially a heavy hoop that you use in a wide array of exercises either by yourself or with a partner for total body conditioning.  I don't know if they have a standard weight, but I know it seems to have been kicking the piss out of the guys on HW and looked awesomely unwieldy.

Makiage Kigu [aka Maiage Gu]: Nothing more than a wrist roller, which comprises the sum total of my grip work and is definitely indispensable.

Nigiri Game [Sanchingami]: As this weirdly ripped, pigeon-toed Nazi demonstrates, the Game are weighted vases used to strengthen the fingers and arms, again for the throat-ripping.  They're made of clay, filled with sand, and occasionally used to bash the fuck out of casual onlookers at this super-ripshit pumped German karate studio.

That kid missed his calling by about 75 years.

Sumabukuro: Brooks Kubik's favorite exercise, none other than sandbag lifting.  Not surprisingly, every culture around the world seems to have utilized this lift for strength training, which means we probably should as well.  Obviously, the pic above isn't sandbag lifting, but Karelin was a fucking beast, did sandbag lifting, and this pic is 11000 different kinds of awesome.

It's working for this broad.

I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again- we've become, as a species, soft as shit on the blacktop in an Arizona desert highway in the middle of August.  There needs to be a hell of a lot more of the shit that went on in the past than there does ridiculous calculations of percentages of 1RM and note-taking in the gym, and even less of weak-sauce idiots wearing sleeveless Under Armor with matching nylon belts and gloves on the decline Pec Flexor 2000 machine.  Less Coach McGuirk and more Captain Caveman.

Boom baddiba-boom, baddiba, boom, boom, boom.

Stop regressing and go lift something, already.  If you want some ideas, check out this text on the use of some of the implements I listed above.

Sources:
Hewitson, Nick.  "Martial Arts Aren't What They Used To Be." Fight Times.  http://www.fighttimes.com/magazine/magazine.asp?article=261

Venkatachalam, R.  "Strength Training- The Neglected Art and Forgotten Aspect of Kalarippayattu." KalariWorld.   http://www.kathinayoga.com/KalariWorld/Articles/Strength_article2.html

Make Up Your Fucking Mind, Already- Get Your Fucking Head Right #2

You've all doubtless visited the boards of innumerable lifting sites, whereupon you've had your eyes and minds raped by some of the dumbest shit to ever spill out of the empty head of some mouth-breathing pussy who can neither use his brain nor the Google machine.  When I say raped, I'm not talking about the chick who kind of wanted to get fucked and then passed out and a guy gently fucked her on a pile of rose petals while taking care not to muss her hair- I'm talking about an I Spit On Your Grave style day long rape by a pack of drooling, filthy hillbillies in the hills of West Virginia, capped off by a bit of anal by a retard at knife point style rape.  Most of the people on the internet of late seem to be confined to a massive group home for the mentally challenged that has unlimited internet access and a workstation in every residents' room.

Your brain on a typical message board.

The worst of it, in my opinion, are the questions about programming, like these:

"I want to get the maximum out of my legs, so I need a good squat routine.

I was reading up on 20-rep squats. If you do 20-rep squats, do you do them for one set, or multiple sets?

I want to squat 2-3 times a week. Could this overtrain my legs?

I also want to incorporate hack squats into my routine

I just don't know what to do in terms of sets and reps, and also if I should do a different workout each day, and cycle them.

My goals: become swole and strong as fuk"- thegodjr

By all means, get on Bodyspace and mock the fuck out of this jackass.

That just happened.  We're living through a time when this happens.  Guess what?  This person isn't asking for advice- they're begging someone, anyone, to slam a sharpened icepick into their brain and put them out of our misery, Trotsky-in-Mexico-style.  Unfortunately, encouraging them to shuffle off their mortal coil is frowned upon, but Bodyspace really should have some euthanasia program in place for these assholes.

Onto my point:  asking for advice of total strangers on the internet, most of whom know as little or less than you do, is fucking retarded.  Furthermore, spending a shitload of time contemplating your exercise selection, workload, or choosing between the programs du jour generally does far more harm than good.  That's not to say that you shouldn't be at least somewhat contemplative about the factors I've listed, but you certainly shouldn't spend hours debating it online.  The reason for this is twofold- 1) debating exercise routines with idiots online is asinine, and 2) you will eventually come to suffer from something psychologists refer to as "paralysis of analysis".  Paralysis of analysis is a phenomenon wherein someone spends so much time analyzing and over-analyzing a situation that no action ever actually occurs.  Additionally, this over-analysis anchors a person, physically and mentally, and causes the analyzer to begin to associate their problem with nonissues, which makes real change even more difficult.  To combat this, psychologists suggest doing something, anything, to force yourself out of a rut.  (UNLP, 51)

"That's the thing about goals- they become the thing you talk about, rather than the thing you do"

- Cherry Darling, Planet Terror.

You're not a scholar of weightlifting because you've researched every program in the world and sought the advice of every weak-sauce asshat on the internet- you're a dithering pussy who's constantly busy with waffling and never gets shit done.  Don't be a dithering bitch- do something.  Weightlifting isn't supposed to resemble a fucking coffee klatch.  Feelings are not to be considered and being mealy-mouthed and fearful is to be despised and spurned, not commended and reinforced with absurd supportive statements.  And scratch that first bit, as most people appear to do no research whatsoever before they ask advice.  In any event, mealy-mouthed bullshit and random searches for the advice of total strangers will yield , at best, no result and at worst, a negative net.  As such, you shouldn't bother with that bullshit.

Your average message board.

Should you wish to get super contemplative about your next program, by all means, get cracking creating your decision tree.  The creation of the decision tree would be the first action toward actually getting in the gym, and after creating a couple, you'll likely see that all paths can lead to success if they're traced with enough badassery and vigor.  No matter what program you choose (within reason, of course, and directed generally at your goals), you'll enjoy at least some measure of success.  This success will occur for two reasons- one, your body will have adapted to your last routine, and a marked departure therefrom will force your body to into a period of adaptation that will be very metabolically intensive (provided you've not switched to pilates and light jogging once a week), and two, because the psychological of regression will cause you to believe that any remedy will work.  Due to the effect of belief on your body's physiology, you might see change simply due to the psychological effect of the change (though this can work against you if you believe that your change will result in failure).  (CC 65-66)

That's pretty close to "absolutely" "correct" structure.

"No model or structure is 'correct' or 'absolute'.  A model is only an attempt at a description, and at some point it will fail."(UNLP 66)  As such, you're going to have a lot of time over the course of your lives to explore different paths to superhuman strength and veiny abs.  Just remember that it's all about the journey, not the destination, and that your destination is guaranteed to change as you travel, so there cannot be any absolute truths in strength training... except that debating routines on the internet is fucking retarded.

You're going to make mistakes in your path to superhumanity... it's inevitable.  Just make sure you do them while standing on your own two feet, and for fuck's sake make them moving forward.


Sources:
Langer, Ellen.  Counterclockwise. 2009.
Young, Peter.  Understanding NLP: Principles and Practice.  Norwalk: Crown House Publishing, 2004.