Its funny how we blindly follow a few things without reasoning or question and yet celebrate it...even funnier are the things that we dont say because we fear that they may be socially unacceptable.
Although everythings fair in war..i wouldnt know about love...Its okay to say Krishna made Arjun and Yudishtir cheat.
Its okay to say it was improper of Ram to doubt his wife....yet this story is less spoken of when the Ramalila is enacted.
Its okay to say that the concept of Rozas is a bit harsh...without expecting a religious/communal backlash.
Even in the absence of evidence , its ok to believe the good man from nazareth had a family.
Its okay to say Gandhi was a great person but a bad politician..
Its okay to crave for materialistic pleasures. Craving keeps us alive...might even encourage us to take up the impossible task and achieve it.
Its okay to say the concept of the 7 deadly sins is wrong, it doesnt make me any less religious; these are afterall the flavours of life ,in the absence of which life would be the dry bland indian airlines food.(and the air hostesses at indian airlines are old too..and dont wear short skirts either!)
Its okay to derive sadistic pleasures. We all do , sometimes , however hard we deny it.
Its okay to agree with Savarkar when he said the cow should be killed when she runs out of milk and is rendered useless. Atleast , it could prove a way to feed the hungry.
There would be nothing wrong or against hindutva in doing it.
Its okay to say your parents did make mistakes in your uprbringing.We all know they gave their hearts out to raise us...but wouldnt hurt anyone really if we could only speak the truth..would it?
Its okay if you are bad at english.That does not make you a vern. Atleast you got the balls to accept it...i've known people who make tall claims and spell need as kneed.
Its okay to watch cartoon network ...It doesnt belittle your masculinity.
(although its absolutely not okay to listen to the backstreet boys...it destroys even the smallest traces of masculinity...they should be exiled to antartica).
Its okay to screw up.
To Err is God.
......then why cant we?
Monday, October 31, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Not my cup of tea.
I am timid . period.
The dickhead spilled hot tea over me..n i just managed to give a 'bugger' to him...which he dint even understand.
If it was done by my brother..i would have slapped two molars and one canine out of him.
what a hypocrite am i!
I reacted..yelling out . Then i was too embarrassed since people were looking at me. I was just afraid that i created a scene. I wanted to bury myself under the table.
I should have held him by the collar.Called him stuff.Not pay the bill. Prolly even grab the cup of tea and throw the remaining tea on his face.But i chose to get embarrassed.
How timid , helpless and stupid of me...
Uptil now , i've only given it back to shorter fellow passengers , younger siblings and cousins .
I should be giving it back to :
1 ) Rude Conductors:
"saale tere baap ka bus hain kya....i pay for it..we pay taxes to keep this thing running...chutta kya mangta hain...bhikari hain kya!"
2) Women Drivers :
Forget all the gentlemanliness...pull the window down " u r a scum and your driving is a threat to civilized society"
3) Fussy Females in Public Transport :
"buhh! look at yourself! dont give that look!..even the horniest of the horny wouldnt brush against you."
4) Unreasonable Lecturers :
Chutiye. U're asking me to build Rome in a day.
5) Zonked People at Rock Shows :
"I know you are in the bliss of the himalayas rite now....once more u lean against me n go duddeee..fuhhhin awesome maan...i promise you i will pull every single one of your extra long hair out n stitch your mouth with it n tie ur hands too"
6) Fancy Places :
"this stuff is rrrriddiculously overr priced. Did u inject the sanjivani in it? was it brought down from the north pole..u stole it from santa's store house huh?? Does it have superman's DNA in it huhh?!!"
i know theres only a 30% probability of this happening. I need to strip my diffidence off me and slap such buggers with it.
The dickhead spilled hot tea over me..n i just managed to give a 'bugger' to him...which he dint even understand.
If it was done by my brother..i would have slapped two molars and one canine out of him.
what a hypocrite am i!
I reacted..yelling out . Then i was too embarrassed since people were looking at me. I was just afraid that i created a scene. I wanted to bury myself under the table.
I should have held him by the collar.Called him stuff.Not pay the bill. Prolly even grab the cup of tea and throw the remaining tea on his face.But i chose to get embarrassed.
How timid , helpless and stupid of me...
Uptil now , i've only given it back to shorter fellow passengers , younger siblings and cousins .
I should be giving it back to :
1 ) Rude Conductors:
"saale tere baap ka bus hain kya....i pay for it..we pay taxes to keep this thing running...chutta kya mangta hain...bhikari hain kya!"
2) Women Drivers :
Forget all the gentlemanliness...pull the window down " u r a scum and your driving is a threat to civilized society"
3) Fussy Females in Public Transport :
"buhh! look at yourself! dont give that look!..even the horniest of the horny wouldnt brush against you."
4) Unreasonable Lecturers :
Chutiye. U're asking me to build Rome in a day.
5) Zonked People at Rock Shows :
"I know you are in the bliss of the himalayas rite now....once more u lean against me n go duddeee..fuhhhin awesome maan...i promise you i will pull every single one of your extra long hair out n stitch your mouth with it n tie ur hands too"
6) Fancy Places :
"this stuff is rrrriddiculously overr priced. Did u inject the sanjivani in it? was it brought down from the north pole..u stole it from santa's store house huh?? Does it have superman's DNA in it huhh?!!"
i know theres only a 30% probability of this happening. I need to strip my diffidence off me and slap such buggers with it.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
The Week That Was...
Coffee with the pretty girl , wanting to know how could you be blessed with the luck of some one like that , grrrrrng grrrrng grrrrrng,oh!?...ah...damn its 7 am again....and that proves to be the answer to the querry.
Gobbling on the forbidden fruit, gulping down anna's patent ,putting on some basic humanly requirements, sprint to that place, ogle at one of the beautiful opposite sex who stands there every day,gives u a look of recognition,probably a smile but will not talk.
Get into the mosh pit on 4 wheels , pulling out a gandhi from the pocket,sometimes not and feeling great about it.
Penning down the master copy, letting others do the same with yours.
Thinking about why did 7 am arrive in a middle of the "aesthetics appeal of an assignment" sermon.Nodding.Some more nodding. Thanking the authority.
Sub-Mission accomplised 1700 hrs.
Sipping on anna's patent at anna's. Screw the hair woven head , semi bald head...imaginations running wild about the semi bald needs to be suspended from his arm on a cliff ,his other arm being amputated and some itching powder generously sprinkled on his balls.
Water down the throat , Satriani between the ears , cello gripper between the fingers...another few hours. Another basic human requirement between the teeth,remembering this was not done in the morning.
Welcome Fantasyland.
Gobbling on the forbidden fruit, gulping down anna's patent ,putting on some basic humanly requirements, sprint to that place, ogle at one of the beautiful opposite sex who stands there every day,gives u a look of recognition,probably a smile but will not talk.
Get into the mosh pit on 4 wheels , pulling out a gandhi from the pocket,sometimes not and feeling great about it.
Penning down the master copy, letting others do the same with yours.
Thinking about why did 7 am arrive in a middle of the "aesthetics appeal of an assignment" sermon.Nodding.Some more nodding. Thanking the authority.
Sub-Mission accomplised 1700 hrs.
Sipping on anna's patent at anna's. Screw the hair woven head , semi bald head...imaginations running wild about the semi bald needs to be suspended from his arm on a cliff ,his other arm being amputated and some itching powder generously sprinkled on his balls.
Water down the throat , Satriani between the ears , cello gripper between the fingers...another few hours. Another basic human requirement between the teeth,remembering this was not done in the morning.
Welcome Fantasyland.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Lady Luck..Why You Elusive lil' bitch!!
Good times Bad Times
This Led Zep song starts ringing in your ears ...many a times when u go "aah....was just there"...
"I CANT BELIEEHIEVE THISS!"
A few instances of which i was a part of..i am sure you too were at some time
1) So the buses 505 and 504...both can reach you home. Usually you happen to sit in 505. At a particular bus stop everyday...a heavenly chic is standing...and every freakin day she gets into 504 which is rite behind the bus you are in. And you thought how you wish you took 504 instead of this freakin bus!
So on one fine day you sit in 504...hopes at their all time high. Hopes get higher than everrr when all other seats get occupied except for the one next to you. The bus makes a jerky stop....you see the heavenly chic....your heart starts beating @ 5000 beats/min
.
.
.
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.
.
....and she gets into the 505 that is rite behind your bus. STUPID FEMALE FROM HELL!
2 ) So this question has appeared in the paper alternatively...n this time its the turn of the question not to come...and some other to come. You could bet on this. Even better than the mahalaxmi punters....u go about gyaan about your theory to others too.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Holy Mother off.....Our Lady of Screw ups!...The question which was not supposed to come is the compulsory question...the question over which ...u would not have bothered to study otherwise slogged ur arse out just cuz u thot it was gonna come....DIDNT FREAKIN COME!
...yeah lot more....some day ill release the sequel of this....im bored as of now.
This Led Zep song starts ringing in your ears ...many a times when u go "aah....was just there"...
"I CANT BELIEEHIEVE THISS!"
A few instances of which i was a part of..i am sure you too were at some time
1) So the buses 505 and 504...both can reach you home. Usually you happen to sit in 505. At a particular bus stop everyday...a heavenly chic is standing...and every freakin day she gets into 504 which is rite behind the bus you are in. And you thought how you wish you took 504 instead of this freakin bus!
So on one fine day you sit in 504...hopes at their all time high. Hopes get higher than everrr when all other seats get occupied except for the one next to you. The bus makes a jerky stop....you see the heavenly chic....your heart starts beating @ 5000 beats/min
.
.
.
.
.
.
....and she gets into the 505 that is rite behind your bus. STUPID FEMALE FROM HELL!
2 ) So this question has appeared in the paper alternatively...n this time its the turn of the question not to come...and some other to come. You could bet on this. Even better than the mahalaxmi punters....u go about gyaan about your theory to others too.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Holy Mother off.....Our Lady of Screw ups!...The question which was not supposed to come is the compulsory question...the question over which ...u would not have bothered to study otherwise slogged ur arse out just cuz u thot it was gonna come....DIDNT FREAKIN COME!
...yeah lot more....some day ill release the sequel of this....im bored as of now.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Stuck in the Head
I am the nina,
the pintathe santa maria,
The noose and the rapist
And the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
----------sleep now in the fire ,RATM
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.
------------ Wish u here, floyd
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
----------when the music is over, The Doors
And when everything seems like the movies,
You just bleed to know that you're alive
---------iris, goo goo dolls
Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we iare stoned-immaculate.------- texas radio, The Doors
Dark grin, he can’t help,
when he’s happy looks insane,
even flow,
thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don’t know, so he chases them away
------even flow , Pearl Jam
the pintathe santa maria,
The noose and the rapist
And the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
----------sleep now in the fire ,RATM
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.
------------ Wish u here, floyd
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
----------when the music is over, The Doors
And when everything seems like the movies,
You just bleed to know that you're alive
---------iris, goo goo dolls
Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we iare stoned-immaculate.------- texas radio, The Doors
Dark grin, he can’t help,
when he’s happy looks insane,
even flow,
thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don’t know, so he chases them away
------even flow , Pearl Jam
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