Motto of Your Last Day

Sourav “Teddy” Biswas

So you wake up and what you discover while sipping your morning coffee chills your brain to a fanatic stop. That day is your last day and you have barely 24 hours to live. The coffee mug falls from your hand; you can barely hold yourself up and then follows a dramatic set of cries, hugs and last minute goodbyes. Sad and heartbreaking, definitely not something you prepare yourself for; the cynical events of your last day. Or! You can try the following things, have a blast on your last day and when its finally time for others to grieve you; you’re not around to see it.

Start your journey by saying something to someone you never had the courage to. Pick up that phone, call you exes and in a prophetic way, tell them from tomorrow you’ll be keeping an eye on them. Then, text your boys and girls and get ready to throw an awesome surprise party for them.

People Enjoying Party. Credits: Warner Bros. Studio/  <>


Empty your account and smoke out your favorite Don Tomas Cigars you had always wished for. It’s your last day, how is that for an excuse. Share a few bucks with the beggar you pass by, sit with’em and share the most retarded joke you had ever known. They will all laugh and appreciate you because you just made their day.

Woman gives alms at Easter
A young woman gives charity to beggars  near Pokrovsky Cathedral. Copyright:Paul Kulinich. <;

Let your inner-child take over and take the Big Mac eating challenge. Eat, vomit, drink water and repeat till you are smell nothing but your own puke. Then locate any hard working human on the street like a police or a labourer and shake hands with’em. Tell them you are grateful for their service and hug them while they’re still trying to figure out this random act of kindness. But make sure you do not obstruct a lawman with his duties because jail seems a pretty bad place to end your last day.

Let your dog tear your bills and run around the house like it’s his best day. Tell all your secrets to some random strangers and scare-prank your neighbour’s kids. Record a video of you dancing your favourite Matt Steffanina choreography.

A man grooving into some awesome moves with the cats. <;

Finally, when the night fall, take a look at the sky and decide on which star you are going to make your new home while eating Mac and Cheese and some cold pop. Lastly, gather all your loved ones, your friends and mates in the backyard around a nice fire-pit. You sit with them, gossip and laugh to make your last memories the best one. Finally, when your time comes to leave, you take a smile and kiss from all the people who mattered to you the most. Who knows your last day can be the best day of your life.

Group of mid 20’s people sitting by campfire and having fun. Credits: Gilaxia <;

Gravity II: Backlash From An American Tradition

Hope Elle


As the weeks have passed since the police involved shootings in Baton Rouge, St. Paul, Dallas and the infamous lynching in Atlanta; there are many who dare to compare the uprising in response to these tragedies, to the civil rights movement of the past. However, as to not over emote or make light of the relevance regarding the current uprising; it must be understood the similarities reflect one important reference not yet resolved, the right to be free of racial discrimination. As Marvin Gaye once melodiously uttered in lyrical protest…

“Mother, Mother there’s far too many of you crying. Brother, Brother, Brother there’s far too many of you dying. You know we’ve got to find away, to bring some lovin’ here today.”

A timeless response to the unrest during the 1965 Watts Riots, based on the racial discrimination and injustice Black American citizens were experiencing in Los Angeles, California. So, why would a song with such brilliant and powerful words from the 1970’s hold any weight, or furthermore, any importance in the new millennium? Simple, nothing has changed and the current political rhetoric has proven this fact.

When the song, What’s Going On originally surfaced, it was inspired by a member of the Motown group The Four Tops, Renaldo “Obie” Benson; after witnessing police brutality during a protest against the Vietnam war in Berkeley, California. Benson eventually found himself struggling to understand the situation surrounding the country at the time. Benson wanted to know… what’s happening here, what’s going on? Meanwhile, Marvin Gaye was dealing with his own private ghetto making him wanna holla and throw up his hands in disgust, during phone conversations with his brother Frank (who fought 3yrs in Vietnam).

Eventually, Benson approached his band mates about recording the song, they turned him down feeling it was a protest song. Although, Benson begged to differ, he would introduce the concept and compose the song with Marvin Gaye and Al Cleveland. Gaye would be encouraged to put his own spin on it and make his own; thus rewriting and creating a beautiful eloquently written song that would stand the test of time. Gaye recorded the song and protest album on Motown records June 1, 1970, even after Berry Gordy voiced his disapproval, feeling Gaye went too far.

Fast forwarding to the present, the song’s timeless reflection depicts a current society still fighting for racial equality and justice. Still waiting for the right to freedom of expression without restriction resorting to unspeakable violence and abuse, ultimately leading to untimely death. As the song once said:

“Father, Father we don’t need to escalate. You see war is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate. You know we got to find way, to bring some lovin here today. Picket lines and picket signs, don’t punish me with brutality. C’mon, talk to me so you can see what’s going on.”



  • Classic Tracks Back To Back Singles. Thunder Bay Press. 2008. P. 125
  • “The 100 Greatest Detroit Songs Ever!” Retrieved August 4, 2016
  • Edmonds, Ben (2003). Marvin Gaye: What’s Going On and the Last Days of the Motown Sound (book). Canongate U.S. IBSN 978-1-84195-314-4



POETRY: The Long Path of Ali

K.G Bethlehem

Muhammad Ali
Muhammad Ali

The year 2016 has been a “something” year. A lot of icons, stars, great people passed on. The world felt the passing of Prince just months ago and now the great Muhammad Ali.

It’s hard to really write how much he meant to me. He reminds me of my Father who also passed on in 2012. Both men were strong black men who fought for civil rights in the face of oppression and racial white supremacy. Both men shunned the Vietnam War; my Father didn’t re-enlist in the army due to his moral objections to the war and the condition of black and brown people. He even despised the treatment of the poor who were the ones who took up the mantle of the war soldier during that conflict (the rich just ran—ran far away).

I haven’t forgot about you Kimbo Slice, now you can rest brotha’ man!

If you’ll a more in-depth look at our honored “Champion of the People,” check out my article, “The Humble Greatness of Ali”. Here’s an original piece I wrote to further pay homage to a legendary great.


the long path of Ali

He welcomed the greatness at birth,

the doctor was jealous as he blocked his hand before it hit his butt,

mother and father remarked a name to him,

that would last around 20 years.

confidence was his strength,

compassion his blood

arrogance was null,

as his name change from above.

He fought so well against all opponents

his greatest bout was not Foreman,

or Frazier,

or Norton

but racial inequality

and racial white supremacy

and all that jazz.

that left us the blues as we watch him slowly die

throughout so many years

my dad remarked when I was young–

“it is hard to see Ali like he is now because of how he was then.”

it hurt my father greatly

I know it hurt other folks

I know it hurt me and I wasn’t born for most of his great fights,

I heard of them though,

he put on a hell of a show!

This man name Ali,

don’t you see,

he floated like a butterfly

and stung like a bee.

Don’t you see how much he meant to me?

You see black people in sorrow,

knowing tomorrow won’t allow Ali to be in it

not at all,

as well remember our loved ones,

who lived with him during the 60s’

and 70s’

and 80s..

who passed before this great man.

This fighting man,

this courageous man who stood in front of oppression.

He just stood in front.

..and didn’t move.