Away From Home

With reference to the article published in TIMES OF INDIA on 30/8/10 “long way home “

Finding a new place especially in the hinterlands or outskirts of a city (thanks to the newly developing swanky houses and sun cities)is an onerous, tedious task and is no less than a conundrum. With no clue about which route to take while standing on crossroads,, taking a route we think to be right seldom leads us to the right path.

As they say the right path is often filled with hurdles, similarly the right road is always riddled with pits, having a sign board with a radioactively reflecting words saying “Work in Progress” in compliment, however nobody even in the leagues of that board seems to work upon it. On our way home we often get lost which pushes my panic button and urges me to behave imprudently and steer the car in a catatonic manner. With roads overflowing with ditch water in these rainy days causes the road to erode so much that it ain’t capable of driving anymore and if you think of moving through those narrow lanes (patli gali) which eventually lead us into a maze or labyrinth and ultimately draw us into an higgledy piggledy state, where we don’t know what to do? on top of it, if u try to use your mobile phones, then they do not have the signal, to the contrary, of their slogans saying”reaching u wherever you are”.That is what the problem is with this kind of an intricate technology, they don't help when u need them the most. If calling was supposed to be the last option, think again, may be asking somebody around would be a better one, however with the prodigious but distinct advices you get to which route to follow by our fellow Indians or self acclaimed 'guides' is like a humbug. At last if you reach your home after the so called rendezvous, we feel it wasn’t worth such a trouble .

INCEPTION OF WHAT WE CALL IS LOVE

The story begins with a boy a girl in the hinterlands of the Ganges plain, leagues away from the bank of Ganga. It was a Sunday morning and an inception for the two month summer holidays. The sun was lashing out at the earth with soaring heat even at 9 O clock in the morning, mere thinking about going out of my icy cold room chilled with continuous running of Air Conditioner (special mention as it was a newly bought one) used to gave me jitters. Even getting up from the bed seemed like an onerous task and going out was like going out for a voyage for years and no hope for returning back. The heat was killing their wasn’t a chance to beat it, and a chance for a little eye massage or view of the pervasive feminine beauty, beating the heat didn’t seem possible and the entire Sunday morning restricted to that 4x3 room with an obsolete computer upon which when my eyes stroked, a stroke of good luck flashed onto my eyes, it was the sudden enlightenment of the bulb, indirectly, lights that went off 4 hrs ago came back.

The computer started with a buzzing sound and all eyes on the modem, no matter even if this archaic computer works if it does not has the modem working (what else do we need on the computers besides internet connection? nothing) as the 4th light twinkled, my face gave the modem a vanity look and the other second switched on to find Mozilla on the desktop, rest I don’t remember the way my hands behaved as if it was an involuntary action which inadvertently led me to some got damn social networking site Orkut where I even had an already created account showing several new scraps and I still being unaware of its existence (hehe! just kidding).

On my home page I saw a new friend request, on investigation it was revealed to be of a girl Inir an d old school mate whom I didn’t remembered as usual, an embarrassing fact, however more embarrassing was her friend request to me (unlike other boys who long for adding girls, I hate adding girls to my profile. privacy issues, u see) and getting a girl on Orkut its not just me, cause I feel those cannot do it face to face, do it behind a computer by staring at gloomy (poorly lit) profile pictures and speculating the way he she would look in real life or when they encounter each other in reality and then indirectly rating them according to some god darn ridiculous grading system of their cheeky and intricate dirt of their mind.

Still on adding her, I found her online, due to courtesy I sent her a “hi” to which a more humble reply flashed “hi” “what’s up?”, I replied humorously and coherently “a ceiling fan” to which she said as if laughing “heheh” “lol” (laughing out loud)next few minutes were engaged in that ‘ASL’ stereotype talks and nothing of interest was their to hold on firmly to and the things ended by willingly acting contumacious and typing the homicidal lines of the internet “ hey I gota go mom’s calling “, for a girl and the homicidal lines said by a boy usually is “man I gota take bath” or the one I use usually and vanish for hours “man somebody’s on door, bells ringin c u after sometime “ but there is an eclectic one furnished by one of my friend, it makes me laugh a lot, here it goes
“man my girlfriend’s calling me on bed,
I cant keep her waiting for too long,
by
cu after I jerk off in the interim“

we all know we don’t just get vanish like that always its just we don’t want to talk any more with that person and invariably go to the invisible mode.
TO BE CONTINUED … STAY TUNED HEHE !

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India Prostrated by Dialogues

Seeing the current dialogue between India and Pakistan skewed into a duel I don’t expect any silver lines on any of the clouds instead I fear clouds to accumulate on the horizon.

How do we expect others to comply with us when we ourselves are ongoing with a spat between the home secretary GK Pillai and external affairs minister SM Krishna over comments given in the media?

SM Krishna that the comments could have been given a day after he had returned from Islamabad, Was GK so desperate, to pass comments on his eve of return? What a trivial point to scuffle upon! I expect these people to grow up, come on. Does it even matter what and when it is spoken ? even after severely abased by Qureshi and made not only SM Krishna, but our entire country belittle in front of world audience eye monitoring over this dialogue. Entire nation was prostrated, annotating to it was the comment of Mr.Krishna over Pillai what was he thinking? At the time when he needed to back up his comments to save the nose of our entire country he is backfiring at us only what a fool our nation must have appeared to Mrs. Clinton when this incident took place. The interlocutors we send from our country to another country aren’t maintaining our pride instead deteriorating it.

Pakistan is perversely reacting over this dialogue they expect us to act mildly over this all we wanted was a parley between the two nations after 26/11 not an armistice or a truce.

But if it has to turn ugly what are we waiting for we know our enemy isn’t strong from us then why do we need to be continuously prostrated, Qureshi after making paradoxical and obnoxious statements comparing Pillai’s statements with Hafeez Sayid, has himself dropped into the soup and given us a valid reason to quit any more dialogues and stop rebuking with mere words but plan a bold action and skyrocketing some of our 'AGNI' at Qureshi’s house, and Daoud’s house to end the matter all at once instead of having a prognosis of the disease and curing symptom by symptom, treating the entire infection holistically so that our posterity lives safely. (This incident kind drew me a little impulsive so acted a little compulsively) but its high time that we stop pretending to be a zealot of non violence anymore and act a little prudently rather than following the steps of Mahatma Gandhi’s ‘ahimsa’ formula cause just like the days of yesterday this problem too is going to eat many people’s life before it gets resolved and if it does after all this loss is it worthy enough , seems superficially reasonable only. Mull over it ?

facebook or spoof book

FaceBook-Idiotic-book

How many of you are still facing a problem of being an underdog not so famous on face book
If u r nascent (new) face book member then u better know that this thing is real tough
If u want to be a face book celeb or you want to see Ur name on everybody else’s wall
Or you want to c your name hit the highest percentage on the popular meter
Then u sure don’t have to work as hard as others do
I mean
U don’t have to sit hours on face book,
Commenting on every god darn wall, just to see Ur name on the recent news, status of Ur friends
Or comment on your own posts using fake profiles to be the most popular feeds.
No matter how silly and immature u think of this but it’s actually true and u can’t deny this inevitable truth.
One day u will find people having parties just because they want to upload their pics having fun or they want to make a new album
Wow amazing know
Just to be popular u have got so much time to spend on this so called social networking site which actually has become an adhering glue to stay on net and become an internet freak networkholic .
It will be astounding to u that mark zukerberg the creator of face book has such a profound fan following and opulence (wealth)
The prognosis reveals that people who are continuously attached to internet are basically suffering from an illness which has alcoholic effects, something that befuddles u
Rumor has it that a man went into depression and bloody tried to kill himself just because he wasn’t hitting no’s on his face book posts
Well while creating such a catastrophic piece of weapon mark himself must not have ever thought how presumptuous his creation was.
It brought out wonders for Alice it was her Wonderland for us it was face book, orkut, and myspace etc .The best thing about these sites was u could be anybody; absolutely anybody u could be a fake identity or u could be someone u always wanted to be but never revealed ur that side or you could be ur self.

What if paul comes to India

With reference to the article "Paulitics" published on July 13 in Times of India

Psychic Paul’s predictions are mere contingencies. I mean we can’t be certain how the fall of events might take place just by asking a 8 legged creature who is rather regardless of what we want and how our world works. Even for once if we believe that he posses precognitive powers and psychic abilities to produce accurate & acute vaticinations, still it can be a stroke of good luck or a fluke but now the question arises, which is bound to be absurd "Can it be a fluke every time? " as the way it has been in this World Cup. Rationalists like me have an answer for this as well, “probability”. For him his prophecies might be meaningless but for the outside world it has a elephantine impact. If his predictions brings good news for one, we shouldn't forget it brings a bad news(omens) for other too and which can certainly make the other feel grumpy and we can expect him to behave cantankerously. Nonetheless, its silly that if one is able to predict the result of a game before hand then its consequence will once be that its pointless playing the entire game, instead we should hand over the trophy, like that only, just like one of our advertisement says “Parle 20-20 khao short me niptao”. I wonder how blunderingly we Indians will act if Paul the soothsayer, makes his trip to India for IPL, Shahrukh khan will be eagerly waiting to cut him for his new delicacy and will act vindictively if his team loses again (a hapless state for him).His prophecies will impoverish our very dear ‘babas’ working on national news channels in the morning session selling stones and predicting the route of ‘rahu’ and ‘ketu’, and Bejan daruwala will be left high and dry if Bollywood also jostles its head into this running amok to find what is in future.

UID project is just another Spoof , a hoax by this UPA govt .

" they tricked us all and we were annihilated with a hoax "

UPA played ineptly and still we all fell into the trap, cheerfully

UPA govt. is acting perversely on this UID issue.Govt. can profusely spend Rs 50,000 crore to buy submarines rather than Rs 400 crore on a project which can ensure nation harmony and can give a chance to the paupers and the impoverished class a plausible opportunity to emulate, Nevertheless make avail of the sundry polices and schemes available to them.This is utterly unjustified .
I suspect the govt. is well aware of the potential miracle this identification no can bring about which will promulgate the unknown infirmities of this government and ravel out the corruption that has camouflaged itself in this system

Burqa ban-A hard nut to crack for India

The taboo over burqa has definitely given the mullahs and the conservatives
a cause to grumble at the west but they will have to bite the bullet, however this
should be considered as a prudent decision taken by EU authorities and as a
lesson to learn for India.With more and more countries abiding by it this event
will kick start a new era of upliftment of women in the other countries and
forsake other such social atrocities.India a religiously diversified country has
a long way to go and will have to face an uphill battle tracing their steps which
i speculate no socialist or politician will fight because he is bound to face criticism.
With the burning heat this summer i have started sweating just by imagining
them in black burqas ,pity those women.

Rudimentary change in our National sport its Cricket not Hockey

A plight for Hockey

Besides being a miraculous game in itself cricket has intrigued its way into every Indian heart, its charm is indispensable and inevitable and which is incomparable and inseparable with any other surrogate(be it football or hockey), sorry to be harsh on our national sport (one is not expected to discuss one's infirmities in public) but with the passage of time the kind of exposure the game has received wouldn't it be prudent enough to change our national game with cricket, as in every corner of the country, be it the suburbs or the center of the town we will find a Sachin hitting a six or a Harbhajan bemusing the batsman. The game itself has entrenched itself in the veins of every Indian and we sure cant get rid off our veins.

Being a bad sportsmen is as good as being a good one because of two main reasons
first, nobody expects you to perform good , in a way you are spared with the pressure and you enjoy up to the fullest .
second, the best part of being an underdog or a low level performer is the charm u see on everybody's face when u fortuitously take a catch , hit a run out , notch a six on the last ball which is invaluable and cannot be traded for anything .