why?????

the day has just passed by n the night still lookin fer shelter
the winds aren’t blowing but the air still helter-skelter

the long road comin from nowhere has still some place to go
the hustling leaves and the drizzling rain just started their show

the sky dives low but the clouds are on a get away
the much poised road follows shoutin all the way

to her weary eyes it was all a joy so immense
as if the summer was compensating the day with this little pretence

no raindrop had ever met a land so fertile
every inch on the cheek produced a beautiful smile

her face her body amazed the entire creation
not that she was very beautiful but it was her divination

oh !!! the thunder the lightining now tell her its late
she never knew the approaching darkness beheld an illfate

darkness looms and torrential rain
shedding leaves n it s all profane

drinking, devouring monsters riding their wagon come
the maiden scared trembles and goes numb

drunk and drunk the monsters stare and glare their prey
shattered and scared she runs and runs and all she does is pray

pounces one and then pounces another and they do it again and again
she fights she screams she prays and then succumbs to the pain

insulting with every thrust, raveging with every scar
for the monsters it was not just pleasure it was about the power

not just a couple of intercourses that was on their mind
to suppress, to supercede, to hunt, to offend were a few reasons behind

no moaning! no panting! no crying! oh!is she dead???
"useless bitch", "throw her though my turn was left"



unconscious she lies



no raindrop had ever met such a barren land
oh! damn! oh! why! Should I rain on this sand

her face her body mocked the entire creation
not that she was so ugly…just that it is this way…the fuckin prevelant situation…

the other side.....

being hated....how does that feel???...sad...or worse... devastated, distressed...or deeper...anguished, alone...or farther....marooned...really!!!!...i mean is it so??..or it is that moral "act-good" fucker in you that binds you to make that victimized face and puke this shit...being hated it is such a virtue...a person hates you...he makes it apparent that he either considers you of his capabilities or better...and dont you like this delight....but we make sure that you re being hated n not being criticised....ignored....looked down upon coz these are differnt aspects not at all similar to that eternal feeling of abhor n disgust...its like the person reiterates or atleast confides..."I HATE THAT ASSHOLE"....now a person hates you....you be his one reason to turn immoral all the time....he keeps pondering rather he is bound to think of ways to sabotage you....disrupt you... be it ethical or devilishly unethical...so you just achieved the feeling of motherhood...commmmmooon!!!!you gave birth to a monster....a person hates you....though he appears most ignorant of your presence around...but that raised eye-brow....wrinkled fore-head...tuned down respones to jokes being cracked...those fidddling fingers...agile eye-balls almost ready to peek out from the sockets...are more then enough to keep that evil grin of yours growin by miles.....its just heaven....by the way in between... if you really wanna enjoy this feelin to the zenith... dont reciproacte the feelin....enjoy it...so while your subject plans to uproot you by by buying all your allies to his camp with the tails of your betrayals...n blah-blahs...all you do is walk up to people with a contemolative, thoughtful face n say "this guy is really nice i like him just that..."and hammered enough is that....game set n done...wolah...what a feeling BEING HATED....to substantiate all the above with a few mainfested examples...lets talk about iranian president...he so much loves bush shoutin about him all the time...all he does issues a statement somthin similar to what i mentioned"WE RESPECT ALL N MEAN NO VIOLENCE JUST THAT you mess n i drop a bomb"concluded with a contemplative thougtful expression...so!!!! go ahead and give it a thought n dont mind thankin me for makin you realize what you ve been missing!!!!

india...a proud commercial country

if all the worlds a supermarket then for sure india is the bulk buyer, the indian sub-continent in past five years has done everything that can be rated as a miracle ...not far were the times when i used to turn pages of any national daily and read the heavy debts the country suffered but these days i pick up any newspaer flip flop to the business section and wolah!!! there my country is buying out the west..tatas acquiring us based chorus,or jindals acquiring another steel company from us or reliance chemicals takin over a uk based company are the few headlines that have become a common visual to my eyes...indian companies like bajaj are the best bike makers even after big players like yamaha n honda flock the market...maruti-suzuki an indian-japanese collabration is the best car-maker,itc group of hotels are one o the best in the hotel business, while kingfisher takes the world for good times givin it competitors real run for their money, and fdi which was a major field for concern a few years back is not even gettin the smaller columns infact in cotrast india has become one of the heavy investors abroad...i mean reading the newspaper is like goin on a feel good trip....not just the buying part is what is doin the trick but things like indian companies paying much heavier than international mncs, and most of our students seekin job in the country rather than lookin for greener pastures elsewhere...the not so skilled labour who were oftenly showcased as the frustrated youth in hindi films are now no more so....they make a major back bone for the bpo business...the agricultural sector though needs more attention then what is being given but conditions here have also shown some tremendous upward trends with farmers carrying cellphones and accessing internet to trade abroad the picture sure shows the rising sun....so the spectacle is clear n bright..hey world the new leader is comin your way...fear your positions...because not far in the future we takin them all.....

just before its too late.......

playgrounds,markets,malls,roads,lakes,monuments....everything we delhiities can have access to .....we manage to litter it...ruin it....refurnish any n every thin with garbage....the capabilties of us delhities can never be put to thought....in the retrospect i recall an expedition to merrut with few of my batchmates or put staccato workmates...during the journey the usual "dilli di picnic party" begun, the variety of food seemed endless and so did the wrappers that accompnied the well preserved delicacies...the feast was soon replaced by the leftover & wrappers and to no surprise the only disposal that was overboard was the windows of the bus...so a chapaati wrapper was made to do a ssomersault n the bhindi ka dibba took a plunge into the river below the bridge and the left over kakdi did an unprecedented and unseen acrobatic move to mark its exit....and when an irritated me enquired about why was this wrath being brought on to the city...an enlightened and impromptu repli was fired with an echoing laughter....."o ji the board reads keep your city clean...main taan diili te bahar aan...."gaawwd.....

but the recent photgraph of a white tiger holding a plastic waterbottle in its jaw in the delhi zoo made me realize the new lows we had reached...and the publishing of this photograph in a national daily puts forth the status-quo...the animals in the delhi zoo are in no less a trauma with unconcerned authorties and cherry on the cake, here we are the super dirty delhites...the zoo earlier had all plastic utensils bann in the vicinity but it was the super delhite who coaxed the authorities to allow milk bottles for children makin a conduit for other pet bottles and now a display of such bottles around various enclousres is a common visual..the strata of society that cannot afford expensive restaurants for their romantic meets escape to palces like zoos with hardly any interest in the beauty of the nature...and following the lines of the popular hindi song"tere chehre se nazar nahi hati nazaarein hum kya dekhe"...these couples go on polluting the vicnity with gift wrappers...bottles...food leftovers...the animals here already suffer alot owing to the improper facilities and an uncivilized attitude of us citizens make their fight to survival much tougher...its high time to realize that keeping your house clean would serve no good if you cannot respect others......

the devil...the parasite....the ruler

gf bjiloyhgfsd bmk mmghp09765321`qw/.,mnb.....yup boredom!!!!...the syndrome that hits humans...often....very often...it pounces like a predator...silent...calm...n devastating...it does not have any fixed point of time to knock...walks in on will...during your mornin potty sessions!!!!....you puttin up your focus...a lottaa hard work n damn.....damn damn damn....there it comes...boredom....now you realize its been ages...your ass...it doesnt even feel that heavenly exodus of the strong community residin up the intestine...so what to do...think...think......keep on doin it....think...awwww....y not flush...so without a second thot...fffuuuulllluuussshhhhhhhhhh.......you get up check the impact of your mastermove...awww....no!!!!damn you!!! that one last isolated lump is still floatin....how saddd....cant do nothin just sit your ass n listen to that broken distorted music of water fillin the tank...afterall civic sense counts you need to flush it......yeah yeah!!!i kno its cheap...yucky...smelly...disgustin...but it is the truth or the tough boring truth....now!!!another of those unusually usual instances...stitin with your girlfriend.....oops!!!!cant put it this way...sittin with your boyfriend....a well inhabited resturant...good food....nice music...he is sharin those beautiful moments(anecdotes) of his life...his past relations n how you better than all of em....admirin your beauty in all respects....n along all these addin up a few testimonies to his manly walk n appearence...but...but then what you were scared of....it just settled around....somwhere around his manlihood stories....the devil.....BOREDOM...frequent nods....occasional smiles...unwilling affirmations...suddenly took over the chit-chat....you keep on receprocating with yes!!!yes!!!!no!!!!no!!!yes!!...n then somwhere in the middle of the conversation you were left with an open ended question which you had failed to realize....damn!!!you hurt the dominant bit of the society...the male....furious n angry shifts the verbal delight to a verbal spat...so now what does the bored weaker sex do??...walk away...a date jeopardized....into a probable break up....n all credits to the devil....boredom...
the instances go endless....wile reading a blog, after 3kms of your six kilometer jogg, after the 10th repition in your 40 repition set of dumbles, while scratching your scortum in public(this ones the most dangerous), while eve teasing(realising the beauty aint good as booty).....its an ailment a disease that everyone suffers...the one each succumb to...the one that reins undisputed....only possible cure is to supersede your levels of resistance so dear fellow humans lets wage this war...n what better time than now n what better place than this....go on read this piece of crap as many times as you can.....common!!!!
note:you can always mention your achievement in the comment section

time.... lost or gained

sitting by the window...constantly watchin those oozing drops from the eaves is one of the most ecstatic experiences i share with myself....luckily it s been rainin for a few days....but neways thats a whole set of feelings that we d talk on some other occasion...drop by drop i kept watchin n praising the miracles nature does....i kept doin it......n doin it till the entire view appeared still....as if a photograph...the eyeballs did not stirr n the breathing became very silent hands had stopped fiddling with the window panes n the thumb at the end of the leg n the finger beside it had stopped wrestling.....n just then i lost the view...just lost it....n before i cud realize i was pondering over my carrier.....my life to follow n why was i not serious....what am i supposed to do??? ...n those fears that i often burry under hollow words of self-praisal.....BHAISEEEE......just then came that shrieking voice of the monsterous creature that dwells along with me in the same abode....my mother asserts she is my sister n zapppp.....i m back....the splattering noise the hurling rain drops n the beauty of the nature once again.....back....but i was thinkin about wat i was thinking....n soon the rain stopped n i cud feel the romanticism in the air and cud not resist the beckon.....n off iwas on my bike....the wind patting my face n that ruffle in the hair...the passion and aggression clearly visible on the speedometer....i had hit 100km/hr....i cud feel the blood gushing below my skin....n i kept goin n goin......30 minutes of riding....passion had steamed out...blood below my skin...i guess it was still somewhere...n speedometer lingering around 40km/hr....wind....no...air was aruond....n the entire traffic seemed as if placed at differnt spots as menniquines....n again i slipped into that world of self accusations...this time....i cud see her face shouting the accusations she put on me....she was a bitch...she never understood me....but y do i feel the other way now...i mean yes!!!....i sometimes wud become selfish....but.....n wud distrust her....but...n wud lie to her....but...damn!! no buts i cud hve resolved it...i din.....GET OFF THE ROAD YOU FUCK IF YOU WANNA STROLL....came the demand of a law-abiding civilized fellow citizen....n zapppp...i was back....while i was exchanging a few words of broterhood with my fellow being my mind was still around those thoughts....back home after a decent meal with a comparatively untired body i lay on my bed and went on grilling myself over the events that occured and realized the most important things in my life which i never think about struck me when i was not willing to put efforts into it.....n wat about subjectivity....no!!!rite...there was no bias....i guess this is the most purest ...the most rawest form of life one can witness....n that is why they say there is much more to life than meets the eye....i mean no preaching but always think of wat you thot wen you din want to coz then you can not fool neone and most importantly yourself...........

I AM AFOODIE

i am a foodie.....yes! a dedicated one......i mean a hogger....one who loves to eat....hope you get the picture...even the far corners...i mean a die heard foodie...yeah! yeah! i know its like i am mentioning it over n over but i just want you to know that I AM A FOODIE...oops! sorry!..............................................
now one fine day i walked into this cafe....wasnt hungry not in the least but coz..as i mentioned i am a foodie....i moved inside and took that seat in the far corner....actually you dont want people to see your massive diet......i took a menu card and started pondering over what to eat when this waiter just served an apple pie on my table and before i could realize what happened...the waiter is gone...i mean...gone!...i pushed the menu card aside and looked at that apple pie....it looks warm....my nostrils do feel a tickle...but they arent tasty....they are like mediocres which are okay...just okay!....but yes! not to forget they are low on fat and good on health...and above all i am an indian...the pie god damn it is free!!!it took me no effort to get that pie....no moving my ass....no spending bucks.....so.....so.....i just attacked.....bite after bite aftr bite and its gone....over and just when it finishes i realize it was good...actually yummy!!!...just the one thing i love ...so i got up and moved to the counter and before i could order........i see its not there....that was the last piece....so what do i do????.....should i sulk????.....should i not eat???....no more....heyyy!!!! luuukkk at thaaaaatttt....a choclate tart ...dark...brown...warm...really smooth....and damn! in the lower shelf...there...the blue berry muffin…woha! how can I miss on that one.....and the black forest….creamy….just melts….and that choclate over it just puurrfect!!!....so what do I do ?....common that’s obivious….i just order them all but one by one so the tastes dont mix up....n keep eating n eatin....no regrets...never

and if you all grilling your head over what this is...just let me tell you that this is no salutin the newly adopted cafe culture....this is a confession of a flirtatious mind...so just scroll up...n go thru once again...n dont forget to turn that imagination on.....afterall its all about bein a FOODIE

(inspiration-satans progeny)