WGK #57 : The Last Post

Dear Readers,

Over the last two years, I have created what is a part of my life- this blog. I believed that I would eventually go on and someday make this a professional blog by writing serious topics but I decided that I could never do that to this blog. My blog is a casual place for people to be entertained and for people to enjoy my posts and it has indeed been a casual ride. I write segments on random topics that I like to write about and it would be fun. However, this blog won’t professionally take me anywhere and that wasn’t what I wanted from this blog anyway.  If I want to continue to pursue my dream of being a professional writer then I think this change is necessary. Despite that, I am very happy to achieve what I did on this blog- I have a regular audience and loyal readers like yourselves, I have written several short stories which will also feature on my new blog (even the unfinished ones, which is likely to be finished on the new blog), and I have had a place to escape to when reality seemed too boring. This thanks I owe to all of you who stuck with me on this site and were patient for the new posts, and as a result, I would like to keep this blog as a place to reminisce someday. My new blog will contain writing along the same of this blog, except it will be mostly short stories and anything relative to writing. The blog is set up, and the link is at the bottom if you wish to follow or even check it out. Thank you all for a wonderful time at WGK, and my journey will continue…



MY NEW SITE: anshulsinha01.wordpress.com


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WGK #56: Where I’ve Really Been

I don’t have a right way to explain my 3-month hiatus on this blog- it has been a crazy three months. I was in the States when I last wrote a post on WGK, on vacation, however. The day was a Thursday on August 27th. I was soon to return to Dubai and pack up and return to the States, this time, permanently.

Trust me, I tried blogging. But let me tell you this: It is definitely not possible to blog when your mind is not at peace. I had crazy thoughts about the possibility of never seeing my friends again, leaving the place I spent roughly half my life in, packing up my bag and going 8,400 miles away and setting up in a place isolated from social contact- However, my thoughts changed over time and though I still dearly miss Dubai, I have a lot going on for me over here, and I don’t have the time to miss Dubai at all. More on that in a minute. When I was moving, my friends planned a wonderful day for me and I had a little treat for them myself. I thought, What is the thing that I am best at, and what is the most creative thing I do in my spare time? Art! I can sketch each of them a picture that is unique to them or that is in their best interests.

I cannot publicly post their names on the internet so I will go with Friend #1,2,3,4,5,6. And each of those friends will know who they are when they read further. Just a note to all 6 of them, I didn’t place you in an order of priority, I placed you in an irrational, inconsequential, unbiased order that is on a completely random basis. Let’s shoot. I gave Friend #1 a sketch of Wayne Rooney doing an overhead kick against Manchester City (The classic in 2011) which is significant to our favorite Football (Soccer) Club, I gave Friend #2 a sketch of Liverpool striker Christian Benteke celebrating by pointing to God, I gave Friend #3 a sketch of Batman and the Joker which was explicitly shaded to highlight Batman’s muscles and Joker’s wrinkles (I think), Friend #4 got a special drawing of Jabba the Hutt which was a hard decision really, because he’d use Jabba as a reference for corpulent people, for example, Friend #6 (you know who you are). It was hard because I could have drawn him a 4 by 4, which is what he’s also use as a reference to call fat people. I think the tension is building to see who is the corpulent Friend #6, so I’ll get right to it. Friend #5 got a drawing of an FUT Ultimate Team TOTS card describing his footballing stats. By football, I mean soccer and NOT American Football. I can just hear the dissatisfaction in Friend #6’s voice knowing that he is Friend #6. Don’t worry, 6th, I have an interesting bit to say about you. Friend #5 plays really good cricket though (which is a sport my new friends really need to substitute for baseball). I think maybe I should have drawn him a picture of India beating Australia back in 2011. That is saved for Secret Friend #7. Friend #6! Well, well, well… Interesting. Okay, lets dig into the enigma that is Friend #6. A Chelsea fan he is, like any other Pseudo (Soccer) Football Fan alive. Still, even though he is an artificial football fan, I have to admit – he is an avid Fantasy Football (Again, Soccer) player. He’ll probably try to brag later on media but I’m sure he won’t (I’m stressing on the won’t, 6). I can probably trash talk about him on my blog, but I choose not to. There is always the ‘Goofy’ in the group, and he is there so I respect that.

I keep contact with these wonderful people of course, who knows, maybe one of them will go ahead and cure Cancer or discover Time Travel. But it is mainly so that someday I catch up with them later and have a good time because that is  much better than Time Travel. In fact, it is the best form of time travel too. Catching up. Thank you all for the thought put into the day and the elegant black and white football- If only the English Premier League was as popular here.

October and November were months full of the twists and turns. Twists and turns like never before. The first day at my new school was awkward in a normal sense (they’re always awkward), and despite my absolute hatred for those mischievous tiny 6th graders, I had to take their help finding my way at school. It’s like college, you have to go to the classes unlike ICSE middle schools, where the teachers usually come to the classroom. I was having a great first two weeks there – all to be ruined by a horror of a Thursday. I was still finding my way around the new school, and the rookie error of not seeing the sign that said Girls Locker Room was made by yours truly. Yeah. And the locker room was full so the screams helped me find my way out of the place. And answering the FAQs, no, I didn’t see anything. I scurried out shouting back SORRY! SORRY! My PE teachers are fun, though. He was the first to ask me the popular FAQ. Though he seemed quite serious about it. I’ll have a good laugh when I’m older. For the moment, I’m still terrified.

So readers please sympathize because years of therapy and hearing tests won’t ease the horror of walking into the ‘off-limits for boys’ area. Thank you for understanding as always. every 1,046 of you viewers (maybe the same person twice but that’s irrelevant), 56 followers, friends and family, are welcome back at WGK like always.


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WGK #55 : Travel Guide, 3 :- Hearst Castle

Note: TG 1 & 2 is referred to as ‘Where I’ve Been’, and this is the third part.


An Introduction

William Randolph Hearst.

William Hearst was a very famous newspaper publisher who built one of the largest newspaper chains in the nation. He was born to George Hearst, a famous millionaire goldmine owner and Phoebe Hearst. William Hearst loved the hilltop where his parents would occasionally take him camping. It (the hilltop) was part of the ranch that the Hearst family owned. When George Hearst looked to buy this ranch, California was suffering from a drought (Wow. Go figure, eh?)in that area. At that time because of the drought, an acre of land was valued at just 70 cents. He decided to buy all the 100,000+ acres of land available. Today, with that money, you can pay for about one year’s worth of college tuition fee. Choices!

The ranch is still about today, but the polar bears and penguins that they inhabited have been donated to The San Diego Zoo and other famous zoos nearby. You can spot Zebras around though, so if you are planning to go, look out for it. I found an Antelope on the road while on the Tour Bus, so who knows what you may get to see!

So William Hearst one day decided to tell his parents that he wanted to build ‘a little something’ on that hilltop that he loved so much. I hate it when people say ‘a little something’ because that little something turned out to be a 30 year unfinished project titled ‘Hearst Castle’. 

Ticket prices.  Adult, Children

Grand Rooms Tour- $25.00, $12.00

Upstairs Suites Tour- $25.00, $12.00

Cottages & Kitchen Tour- $25.00 ,$12.00

Evening Tour- $36.00, $18.00

Accessibly Designed Grand Rooms Tour- $25.00, $12.00

Accessibly Designed Evening Tour – $36.00, $18.00

What you won’t miss

  • A tour bus to the hilltop and enjoyment of the view
  • A view of some of the wildlife on the uphill and downhill trip
  • An informative experience as the pre-recorded guide on the bus explains all about Hearst Castle
  • Very helpful rangers everywhere on the trip
  • Support for the handicapped, the elderly, and anyone with special needs
  • A memorable walking tour

  Don’t miss the movies! Show times on the pamphlet 
Ah, the view! And to think that you only had to spend 70 cents for a view like that!


The beautiful castle that will take 80+ steps to reach

The mossy pond that still inhabit gold fish but it isn’t the clean water to dip your fingers into. That would be a bad experience

   A really creepy wall statue of… Well, a Cupid maybe.

Exclusive pictures of the interior, excuse the quality, it was very dimly lit.

   Brilliant and beautiful tapestries, this one of Jesus Christ. Hearst’s wife too had a huge part in the building of the living room.

The dining hall. Where Mr. Hearst would invite you to sit next to him, and if you didn’t impress, you would be moving a seat further away. The more he knows about you, the farther you will be. The carvings took lots of time itself, about six years. Look at the ceiling and you may find the carvings


The golden gate that was too precious to look at. That beautiful castle was unfinished, despite the fact that you will never see the whole castle in one day. 

A 3,000 year old statue, one of the many things that Hearst never built, but he bought. 

Pure golden statue over looking a pure golden view! 

 The view, oh dear, what a view!


Life under the mossy pond, goldfish! 


Beauty in nature.

The tennis court where the AFC Men’s and Women’s Wimbledon Champion winners were invited to play with Charlie Chaplin as well as Mr Hearst himself.


The stairs leading to… Nowhere. More of this in the Winchester Mystery House, but not in this Castle!
 Indoor swimming pool. Neat, eh? Looks like a carpet. So clean.


The pool had rooms. My god, Hearst. 38 bedrooms, 42 bathrooms and 2 swimming pool rooms! The jealousy is real.

That would be about 30% of the Castle. The rest, is yours to discover. Enjoy ladies and gents.




WGK #54 : BBQ Session – A Tutorial On Cooking BBQ Chicken With Steps



Hello all and WELCOME! to Chef Anshul ‘s professional barbecuing lessons, and today we learn to Barbecue (drum-roll) …  Chicken!

Barbecue chicken can be a really tasty food, provided you cook it right. Here you get step by step instructions on how to grill your chicken and enjoy it with friends and family 🙂



First off, we are going to need a clean barbecue grill, so that the chicken does not get spoilt or mixed with the flavor of what you previously cooked in the grill. To do this, you are going to need a tissue and tongs. Tie the tissue to the tip area of the tongs and rub it in the direction of the grill rails, in this case, vertically. Once it is clean, we are ready to go!

Ingredients (What you will need):

  • A clean BBQ grill
  • (Raw) Chicken Marinade
  • Tongs
  • Tissues
  • Spatula
  •  Olive Oil
  • Plates
  • Apron (If needed)
  • Mittens for protection from the flame

And you are ready to go!

Step: 2

Now, chicken marinade is quite complicated, and the marinade I made is with many different spices so it is a bit difficult but you could try the marinades on the link below Different marinades don’t really matter; they’re all barbecue-compatible. Do NOT grill it as they show on the site, because we are barbecuing it! Come back to this site to the part when you put the marinate in the fridge overnight (overnight is recommended).


Step: 3

Take the chicken out of the fridge when you are ready to barbecue it.


Mmmm… I was never a good judge for judging food. I am always on a see-food diet. Whatever I see, I eat. 😉

Step: 4

Let the chicken thaw a bit. While that is happening, cover your grill with the lid on it and turn all heat settings on high to preheat the oven to 250 degrees Fahrenheit. When the meter shows 250 degrees then you can turn all the heat settings on low so that while loading the grill with chicken you don’t burn yourself.

11903484_10206139684162914_208224379_n11874222_10206139683762904_2111124627_nMake sure to cover the grill. Do not open the grill while heating.

Step: 5

Sprinkle some Olive Oil onto the grill before you offload the chicken onto the grill. Sprinkle little, as the grill may fire up, and you will have to dust it out. Use the spatula to offload the chicken because using tongs may tear the chicken apart, and we do not want that. When putting the chicken onto the grill, make sure to spread it out so that it may grill perfectly. Evenly space the chicken out and avoid cramping the grill. Note that the center will heat more and the sides will heat lesser. Cover the grill with the lid so that heat doesn’t escape and leave the chicken for six minutes in the grill.


I used tongs in the picture but it isn’t recommended to do so. One r two of m chicken pieces tore as well, so it is really not recommended.

Step: 6

After six minutes, if the chicken is nice and brown and looking crisp, flip it over and close the lid for another six minutes, otherwise, leave it another two minutes to grill. If there are brown lines across the chicken, you are doing it right, but if it is brown-ish and looking crisp, you may flip it over anyway. Otherwise leave it to cook.

11880893_10206139682722878_1725481549_n11903518_10206139687082987_1656968084_nThis is when you know you’ve cooked it right!

Step: 7

We are nearly there! Now, if you are cooking for a party and you couldn’t fit all the pieces of chicken in one grill, then you can put the second round after cooling the grill. cleaning it, pre-heating it, and continuing the same processes once again.

Once you are done, make sure you thoroughly clean the grill and not leave it dirty. Cleanliness matters! However, do NOT clean the grill while it’s hot. It may cause serious burns and cuts, and you may get blisters. Once the meter is at a cool temperature, then you may clean it, however, don’t touch the grill (you won’t really need to anyway if you are using tongs and tissues, so do not worry about that.)

Congratulations! You have completed barbecuing your grilled chicken. You may now serve it on a plate however you like and enjoy the deliciousness of the BBQ Chicken with friends and family. I hope this in-depth article on making grilled chicken helped and I hope you enjoyed grillin’ as much as I did helping you out. If you have any queries do not be afraid to ask in the comments section. Like & Follow if you please and thank you for viewing!



WGK #53 : Where I’ve Been, 2

I promised fans in the first post (maybe) that I would bring the travel tour guide back to this blog, and I decided, why not? The second segment contains Nala (pet cat). Stay for that too.

La Jolla Neighborhood, San Diego


It isn’t the best shot of the neighbourhood, but this is what it looks like.the villas are quite highly priced, it is a rich people’s neighbourhood, with rumours surrounding people like Donald Trump living here. Who knows, maybe we crossed his house on our way! There is a nursery school and UC San Diego near the ‘hood. But take a look at the cost of these houses.

The price is just unreal  but they are the highest priced. They range from 100,000-22,500,000

San Diego downtown is a break from the old town look, and is a place for more industrial styled people. 

That may be all for now, but I have an interesting thing here…

   nala loves being a box as much as she loves boxes ! She is like a huge bunch of fur…. Ready to pounce on me if I come near her
 (Story) So it was late at night… And I had a lightsaber… I shined it at Nala and around the ground and I thought “Maybe she could start following the light like a very smart cat”

She ran away and hid under the nearest car, I guess that is her thinking.

WGK 52: Where I’ve Been

So I have been a few places, and I will tell you loyal readers where exactly I have been. There are quite a few beautiful things here, so let’s see them.

   On the way to San Francisco, on the Highway, there was a lot of farm, and with great farm comes great windmill, agh, sorry.   More windmills on the travel highway!


On the trip to San Diego, you shall find a lot of English town names – Birmingham, Manchester… Manchester!!!

  Okay so a certain ‘somebody’ told me when I came back to LA that I promised the readers Nala, the pet cat. Here you go! You may be happy, but she doesn’t really look happy :/


Okay, that concludes it for now, but there may be more to come! Maybe!


WGK #51 : A Gamer’s Vision, 6

Chapter Six: The Squad, Part Three: One Last Addition.

“Only one more recruitment. One last piece to complete my squad.” I sat down at the table for dinner.

“Yay” Leo mused. “I’m sooo excited” he continued in a dull tone.


“Wait, what?WHAT?” Leo got up and started sweating. “No, no,no, not him, you can’t, are you serious-”

“Yes. Very crucial. He owns a weapons shop. If we are to break in to the hideout facilities and take Jordan and company down, we need attack. Lots of it. Sniper Guns, Desert Eagles fitted with Silencers, Grenades and a couple of machine guns if things get messy. But we need ammunition.”

“Well, I’m supposed to defend, right? No attack, just stay in the basement and hack! Hack, no attack! Right?”

“Incorrect. If Reah and I are to successfully break in, we need a sniper. I’m not saying that you are flexible enough to climb rooftops and fit into small places, but Reah can fist fight well, and she can dual wield a Desert Eagle, therefore she must be on the firing line with me-”

“Where does Dzak come in?”

“However, we need a back up Sniper and someone who can handle a machine gun in case it gets messy, which is why, Dzak is our backup. And rumor has it that he has been trained to dual wield an AK-47, though I do not know for sure exactly how that is possible.”

“Well, let’s get that guy before he does something idiotic and ends up dead!”

Reah butted in. “There is a conflict.”

Leo and I stared at her in confusion. What was it now?

“Dzak can be a huge liability to us. If he gets mad, he doesn’t care about the plan. All hell breaks loose because he is angry. He can do something stupid and ruin our plan. What he won’t understand is that there are a thousand soldiers in there, and that he can’t take them all down. He’ll get us all killed.”

She had a point, but something about her talking made us feel it was more than just that. She didn’t really like Dzak, because he was something of a ‘bully’ to her. She would receive a ton of taunts per day but Dzak did care for her, even though he actually never cared for anyone. 

“I’m sorry but there can’t be another way. It is impossible to breach their facilities with the three of us. He needs to be there.”

Silence. With a non-approving tone, she accepted.


We bustled our way into the ammunition store by the large electronics store (not the one that Leo owned) only to find the last thing we’d want to find. We did find Dzak, but he had a revolver pointed in a civilian’s face. The civilian happened to have a revolver in his opponents face, Dzak. This is not good. Bustling my way through the audience, I pounced on the civilian’s  gun, and I kicked Dzak’s gun into his face, but thank God none of them fired.  I was terrified then, because Dzak would be furious. 

“Oh how welcoming” a bleeding Dzak assured.

The audience didn’t need an invite to get out.

“Now, tough guy” Dzak started. “Since you want my attention so badly, why not decide upon a duel who gets whose attention. I shoot you, you don’t get to talk. Hey there, old buddy.”

“Wait, who is supposed to win? how is either side supposed to get a benefit?” Leo stated.

“Exactly. Only I do.” Dzak replied. Dzak was more experienced than me and way better at revolvers, the odds of me winning were, well, hopeless. 

I felt sweat, to be honest, even though I knew what I was doing. There is a possibility to break through that vest (Well I obviously was wearing a bullet proof vest) and injure me, but if I win, I could injure him. He may not recover by the time we execute our plan, and the clock is ticking. Three, two, one.

Then it happened. I didn’t shoot. Someone, somebody behind me shot Dzak in the chest. I spun around to find a shadow moving out of sights. Who? I looked back at Dzak to find his chest impaled by a bullet. He also had a vest on. Looking back at me with shocking rage, he shot at me out of anger.

Then it happened again. My vision slowed down, and a bullet collided with Dzak’s bullet, sending them both haywire, settling near the loser, Dzak. This video game just became a whole lot more dramatic. I was literally shaking. Who was this? I didn’t even know about this part of the story. I refreshed myself in the ammunition store’s washroom, and this time, it seriously happened. This was freaky. I saw a buff, African-American man with a crew cut, in nothing but a tank vest and trousers. He was in the reflection of the mirror. I got a headache instantly. This man, he looked like Dzak. I closed my eyes, washed my face, and opened my eyes again, and he was gone. Could he have been the man to have helped me a few minutes ago? Who was he?

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“Do you Reah-lize how stupid this plan is?”

Dzak received a death stare from Reah before continuing.

“We have to be super stealthy. Seriously low odds of doing it and living. I don’t take risks.” He turned around and walked to the door.

“Cash prize is a quarter of a million dollars.” I asserted before he shut the door.

“Well, I’m already a rich man but I could be convinced. I need a negotiation.” Dzak stopped at the exit.

“Cut it from Leonard’s share, I’m sure he won’t -”

“Never!” Leo screamed.

“Oh is that so, fat guy? I can really break a human, you know.” Dzak threatened with a deep voice.

Leo groaned with irritability.

“Our squad is complete!” I stated.

“Next stop: Jordi’s base!”

“Whoah, wait a minute- HE is in that base?” Dzak fired up.

I concluded that everyone just really hates Jordan for their reasons, but they hate him with all their fury. That is an advantage. Dzak charged at the door and looked back at us. “Coming?” He shouted. 

We didn’t need a second invitation to trot down the store and out towards the city.

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