Of Love, Sex and Romance

Chapter 2

“Hey Gaurav! Have you ever realized that these stars can be felt by her, twinkling in the same Way as I am Feeling it.”

“Excuse me Abhishek! Do you realize that there are 10^11 galaxies in the world and each one of them have 10^11 stars in them and out of them Milky way is the galaxy in which we are living of which sun is a star which is at the center of solar system we are living in comprising of nine planets which fluctuatingly keep on giving chances to few ambitious aspirants every now and then and on this earth are 10^8 billion of creatures of the species called Homosapiens and then about 55,000 more species of vegetation and around 12,000 species of Animals whose count also keep on debilitating because of not so perfect effort by officers in charge or sometimes over the top enthusiastic work by the discovery freakos, and if you are one hell of a Woody Allen fan who emote like a Dumbass hearing the names of Arthur C. Clarke or Carl Saegan or Steven Spielberg, then also relying on your mathematical abilities, What I can make out is the Number will be horrendously enormous for whom the stars are twinkling in the same way. Don’t you think so? Phew! You guys give me a Break and Abhi go and bring a glass of water."

“Yeah as you say so, Excuse me wait, What I am talking about? you jackass, you scoundrel, It was meany and I mean it.”

There is something which can never separate two friends is a peal of laughter over things which were never meant to laugh at but they say marriages are made in heaven and Friendship on the way from Hell to Heaven..

“Arrey Abhi sun, I will tell you about Chaos theory…………”

“Gaurav, you remember that coquettish bitch, how many days and you think she would have taken to get into bed.”

“Shefali! My goodness she was hot man. I Can Kickass the Bastard Who says You can’t Make out without a pullover in Haridwar Chill, You Just need to find out right ways to survive. Hey But there is something about Chaos theory which says…………..”

“Gaurav, I have already said sorry Do you want to Kneel down and beg for it.”

“Hey I will talk sense this time, just Five minutes.”

“4:59”

“Thank you, As chaos theory says that even a flutter from a Butterfly on one corner from the world can bring in chaos in the other corner but there’s something which ushers the greatest happiness in someone’s world when someone else in some other corner of the world just blows down those three words “I love you”.

“Haha! You know you are really one hell of a jackass.”

“Yes, I am so…………….”

“Kya yehi pyaar hain,haan yehi pyaar hain,dil tere bin kahin lagta nahin ab waqt gujarata nahin”

“This is for the 32nd time I am knowing that this was her favourite song. Anything interesting…….”

“Maybe this that it was 21st January 2003 when she first proposed me.”

“What she proposed you? How come yaar, it’s titillating my voyeuristic bones…….”

“19th January and the preparation was full on for our own community meet and for last 5 years no one had ever dared to peek a boo when she was into decorating a stage for some function. How could I have? And above all that she was always my Greek goddess and those two wisps of hair falling by side of her face giving just the glimpse of her face from above as I was standing in front of her with all those baggage’s which she was treating as cupid’s bow striking with them Perfect 10, that small bindi giving way to her beautiful nose, which I found most alluring when she saw me flirting with other girls, giving way to her childlike face which was like purity at its best, and then her eyes which I always find suggesting nothing as I could make out so many things, it’s better to act dumb.Yes,and most precisely that’s what I had done for the whole six months when we use to study together for our exams. And yes I know it’s never accidental that I got a kick on my legs when I discussing answers with Reshmi use to get engaged for few people’s too close for few people’s comforts. You mustn’t be knowing what charm Ghaghra- choli adds to Rajasthani village belle and that even on diwali nights when there is no moon to be seen you can find a few on the mother Earth and yes I had brightest of them all running for me.

“Namaste Aunty, Abhi hain”

“Abhi, he’s was right now here only but why are you looking for him?”

“Oh nothing particular”

From that corridor maybe I was looking at something which I could never dreamt of in my wildest dreams. Between those two lit Diyas I could see those strands of hair bifurcated from the middle was like holding her face around them like they were two perfect blocks of a jigsaw puzzle.Here eyes were desperately looking from everywhere to everything, and expressing desperation with streak of hope shining in between because she still knew she will sooner than later meet what she’s in pursuit of. Those well caricatured eye lashes were giving way to those two eyeball which were wobbling around and who said those puerile and honest expression didn’t reached divine proportions when they met those feline like eyes, and then god only could have sculpted those pretty lips which were somewhere in between what people call pinkish and reddish and I know none of the connoisseur of art would have dared to even smell them in fear of getting them withered.

“Ok Aunty I am going., will come again.” Looking around the House for one last time.

On the way back, she was in a jiffy, when she crossed the corridors; she stopped around to look back and the said with all her child like exuberance
“Abhi, where are you keeping yourself ?How I was looking for you all around?

“Why?”

“Ah ………………just as usual…….”

“As usual nothing specific.”

“Ah………yes…….”

“So you may go.”

“yeah,you will be coming to home na.”

“Maybe not ,is there anything specific?”

“Ah……..yes No it’s nothing like that.”

As they say In the game of Love It’s not about winning or losing but about playing or getting played and Tonight it was me who calling all those shots. Anyways as they Gentleman don’t even all those specks of tears to think about rolling over your Girl’s cheek, I acted fast and smart
“You know I could have gone to any length of distance to just have a glimpse of you looking as beautiful as you are looking today.”

And as they say sometimes it’s always silence which says things which can’t be compiled in words.
Coming Back to 21st January, It’s 11 in the night and these stars were twinkling in similar way as they are today. It was only me and her there which I always felt in her presence but today even a objectivist would have said that only.

She said to me

“Abhi can you see those stars beyond those clouds, I have always been fascinated by these clouds which seclude those stars from the intrusion of earth in its privacy.I always dreamt that someone will take me beyond these clouds where we two will also be sedcluded from this closed in the casket of Sky on the up and cloud in the bottom,roaming around following our own whim and fancy. You know I want to go there with someone who will only go with me and no one else. Will you take me there Abhi?”


“Hey Abhi ,that made me remember the fact that It’s your N.D.A results tomorrow. Hey
Jackass you will be Flying aeroplanes from tomorrow. What say will you be able to sail through?

“What do you think?’

And yet again there is something which can never separate two friends is a peal of laughter over things which were never meant to laugh at but they say marriages are made in heaven and Friendship on the way from Hell to Heaven..

Of Love, Sex and Romance

Chapter 1

“Tring, Tring! Tring, Tring! Hello, Hello………….,” The phone was hanged up.

Oh! God, why the hell it’s me, Why, Why I have to go through all this? Is she in some trouble? What happened to her? She could never handle Delhi rains and it was a lashing yesterday. Did she get wet? Oh! My god and even I failed to bring Medicines for her. It’s all because of me, I never deserved her and I have lost my most precious possession. Oh! God one more chance and I will make everything rosy.

“Tring, Tring! Tring, Tring! Hello, Hello…………., Hello Shruti, Beta just talk with me for once. Just Say You are all right.”

“Maybe not, Why the fuck are you disturbing me? I don’t want to talk to you. and if you really want to know do I care about all this then the truth is I think you don’t even deserve a Bitch and if you further try to call me up, I will go to the police with a complaint of physical assault against you.”……………………..

And the phone was disconnected with the sound of sneeze.Oh my goodness! She is ill. Should I call priya di, her roommate or maybe her, she’s her best friend or…………………………..

Turning the pages of woe back to the days where it still loved to unleash its warmth, three Years Earlier,

“Hi! Jackass with whom were you getting fucked till now and you came with Cigarette na or forgot it inside only.”

“No motherfucker I was getting it sharpened at the edges I know from Childhood you have fetish for things which are cylindrical along the body and somewhat conical at the Bottom .Don’t you think so Tan”

“I Think Sex is the cardinal need of Human beings which has peaked up to new salacious heights due to some cavalier and some orthodox beliefs which has given it the designation of a taboo, but then I believe in more enlightened society where people go beyond the materialistic value of physical body, yet I am still intrigued by validation of sex in a platonic love, excuse why I am feeling something hot inside my asshole.”

“Because you asshole the cigarette is still burning.Hahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Hey everyone don’t you all want to have sex."

"Arrey yaar this is the only thing that we want to have."

"Then you always remember the girls are more eager and so whatever you will be doing with them, they only wanted it and relationships, that’s for fools and all of them said we are into Engg. My friend .So get laid my friend and they all are golden geese.Hahaha!!!!!!!!!!!”

Going ahead in the time, and yes I know you all are wailing out why is he fucking around, where are all those girls, is this some sort of dubious Adam teasing?

Unfortunately there is only one, who is making a call,

“Tring, Tring! Tring, Tring! Hello Jai,”

“Hello jaan missing you,”

“Achaa don’t be a flirt I know you don’t care about me.”

“It’s never so darling but only when I am washing my underwear, don’t you think it would be quite uncharacteristically disgusting to say that we broke up due to mine underwear not washing habit.Anywayz if you feel so I think a “irresponsible hygiene practicing" disorder will suit the bill."

“Excuse me I always knew that you never loved me, All you boys are the same, you never try to understand a girl,”

“Arrey beta I love you more than anything else in the world but what happened to you ,ok first tell me you are sounding quite drowsy ,you had your meals na”

“No”

“Excuse me how many times I tell if you won’t have dinner by, I won’t be ever talking to you. You know how all your histrionics affect your health."

“If you are over then I tell you I was feeling like having pizza with you on our P.G.’s rooftop in moonlight and you even hardly care.”

The sentenced was served with icing of tears and there can’t be more of a effective culinary semblance in the world.Anywayz, coming back

“Darling are you in Senses, I am leaving 25 Kms away from you and to reach your room ,I Will have to make a complete journey of more than 50kms and it’s already 10:21 by my watch. For my sake adjust tonight and tomorrow we will going to CP and please have you meal or I will be myself coming to feed you, haha, Goodnight and I love you Jaan”

One hour later,

“There’s is a pizza delivery for you,”

“Tell him go to hell I am not interested. Who’s there please take it bac……………Jai!! Jai!, you scoundrel you told a lie, You seriously came, oh I can’t say how much I love you.”

Knowingly or unknowingly, she has jumped straight into my lap with my arms all round her, and for me it was all the happiness of heaven clung around my arms and hell should take a waiting because I could have hold her like that till eternity., as her childlike face with all innocence and emotions varying from exultation to revelation with those hardly combed wobbled up hair and just slided in those loose slippers look was for me the most Beautiful Thing any Human being has ever achieved. Thank you! God, let the world come to an end in this moment only.

There were ounces of dew all dribbled on a furling speck of grass,
the lonely fellow was smitten by those ghoulish creatures,
a life emblazoned in those demuring times a life all innocent and exuberant came toddling,
and bare footed in those drenched deluge ,
smiles were its destiny,paths were insignificant.
the ounces of dew are like obstacles of life and i wish the coming year sees u as that bare footed life.
I love these lines more than all my creation together

From Osama with love

Dear Dubyaa,
"Aasalaam Wallekum",Now i know more than N-korea's nuclear proliferation program,china's olympic rout,U.S.S.R.'s geaorgia clout and Hamas and philistine 's blood wrenching bout,the thing which sends shock waves into ur udders are those two words by me,yet Islam prophesies pleasantries through them and you know i live by the doctrines of Islam.Now,you must be telling all your close aides that"Osama lives by doctrines of Islam and will die by it also."But tell you something even I am going moderate in last few days.I was hearing this song from the movie Armageddon "leaving on the jet plane" ,it's ruling the charts in afghanistan these days.,and i would try sending a C.D. of the song to you and mushy both,but what i really wanted is someone one leaving in the recent future.fuming over the fact you must be that i have not let go the habit of hitting below the belt,now dubya even you were not able to get get rid of your habit of back stabbing,oops,back rubbing(courtesy angela merkel german chancellor remember her).Hey dubya but personal opinion,i think you owe a forgiveness for that sin as Islam says women not confining themselves to purdah abrogates all norms for establishment of a eternal civil society.Jokes apart ,It's really sad that one of the most potent trilogy of messiahs of modern world ,i.e.,me,you and mushy ,who establishes such a hegemonic supremacy for last decade will soon be seeing the doomsday.dionysiac will be the correct word to characterize my emotion at this moment,but then something

What Pops UR Eyes?

An American society is perceived to be champion of individualist approach and a Chinese society as a collectivist approach.They say that if an American have two eyes and he believes in more truths in world than sex,Beer,Osama-Bin-Laden and a persistently lurking sabotage threat to them from xanoid sort of species carrying out their sustenance in mars,then if shown an image of a fish tank the American will usually describe the biggest fish in tak and what it is doing.They say that if a Chinese is able to open his two eyes,(i am really in illusions about the fact,anyways few more scathing comments like this and then it won't be only Google banned in china )and if he believes in more truths than Maoism,any other political institution than communism,any other heinous crime than urge to be rich and there are people living on the other side of gargantuan wall of china who live on oxygen only and they are also prosperous and harmonious,then if shown the same fish tank to him,he will usually describe the context in which fish swim.
They say this hegemonic bipartisan world's diaspora has a voyeuristic interest in each others thought process and a mephistophelian bellicosity of proving themselves trump that if a debate is surged on,the almighty will have to alter the schedules of doomsday.
As any great leader of world from public dais would say that for peaceful world order and establishment of the futuristic vision of world of brotherhood and harmony,the need is to look beyond these prety differences (now what a didactic speech that is),i would love to verbalize the same words. But what the greatest leaders till today missed out was to use the greatest democracy of world as an example to chalk out the conflicts in world's most debilitating issue.
talking from personal point of view,what attracts me to ogle,,the answer definitely will make this blog salaciously sensational,but then i am very proud of the mystically rich Indian culture that i have inherited which of all the good things it has blessed me upon also says that you can be accepted as appealingly dignified by keeping certain attributes veiled,and no need to worry you just need to keep them veiled. So any fishing tank or some other thing doesn't catch my attention.
Anyways ,I was on the sacrilegious mission of bringing the individualist and collectivist under the same tree by taking out the tableau of the fishing tank the nation where it is said that people believe in brotherhood and harmony, a nation where guests are still considered as gods, and lo for all those years i wasted my life in my own home as a not-so-important member. From the land of desrt the procession started and no doubt the natives did not show a whiff of individualist or collectivist influence seeing the fish tank ,but then the scene really turned into ruckus, seeing the importance of the fishing tank on world platform, its security was given the utmost importance and the whole 3establishment was moved to a safer haven, later on inquiring we were introduced to a newer issue which was more substantial for the people there ,i.e., water ,they had to go around 10 kms to get water and i heard somewhere that Indian parliament passed a historic nuclear deal bill and sooner India will be a domineering N-power in world, Doesn’t that sound disconcerting? On In all those documentation of issues of people of Rajasthan,i am left behind and the tableau is racing towards Gujarat,a state of art state of this arrogantly proclaimed secular nation, and as they say in this country, to be happy in this nation of billions forget the woes of thousands .
Gujarat came with more surprises wrapped around, First of all the government enquired whether Aamir khan or Medha patekar had championed for this cause ,In either case tableau won’t be allowed inside as it's a threat to state's security. Now after a grueling session of talks, approbation was given to us ,and in the end i prayed to god why it was given to us.The house was in utter disdain and the issues were ferociously petrifying here. The people were asking whether the was bougt from a Hindu shop owner or Muslim one and few started claiming that the fishes will be considered for analysis only when they were baptized through a Hindu ceremony whereas other were reflecting effrontery a they said it was a treachery against their religion and this calls for jihad.Now,cowardice it may sound, but i always prefer to keep myself aloof from these Urdu syllables and so we moved again with the whole procession to the grea land of marathas .This is a land which gave this nation chivalarous shivaji and have always stood up as an example of growth and development.I hoped things will be smoother this time around ,and quite pleasing it wsa to see that some pretty faces and stars from bollywood reached there .The were all quite captured by the beauty of the fishes .They said the fishes and fishing tak were different from all they have seen and a similarlly different sort of role they are doing in their next movie.Now,that was little difficult for me to comprehend .Things were going quite well till Salman arrived saying that Shahrukh is trying to malign his character by comparing him with these fishes which only can swim in a fishing tank and will faze out in strenuous ocean life,Aamir jumped into bandwagon saying that salamn is saying rubbish because the fish's eyes are reminding him of someone close to his heart ,who now is a bahu of a dignified family, and t he final stroke in the fire was provided by someone called vivek who said” The particular fish which was allege to remind salman of someone was quite beautiful and he wsa falling in love with it”. This erupted into a chaotic situation but everyone is still clueless why a person named Amar Singh joined the pandemonium when none in particular said anything to him.
Maybe that was not enough when a political party charged us with allegations of treachery against the state of Marathas as one of the chaperons we have used to feed the fishes in Rajasthan has his in-laws from the state of Bihar ,and so they want revenge ,and scared to death I was, but somehow we Reached Bangalore, the IT hub and a role model for entire world>But unfortunately it was a flop show there as they said it was a work outsourced from U.S. and so far giving any inputs on spot will cost 1000 dollars/hour,500 dollars or services to be provided in 1 weekend 100 dollars for one month of delay. I am famous as indolent in getting the ins and outs of materialistic side of mathematics, so i preferred to move ahead. Next in the stop was Madhya pradesh where the tableau was scheduled to be shown in the night but there also we got disappointment only as there was no electricity available for whole night and hence the only thing on which we were able to get some analysis were expected to never bring in light.
From the heartlands of Madhya Pradesh ,we reached the national capital CIty of Delhi, they call it the city of lutyens,where we expected very high profile dignitaries to be present, but then something quite unusual was known to us.In India the Govt. Officials just don't run on oxygen ,they belong to a species which is rather secluded from other species of world, if you want to see them working one need to splurge on them, they call this other oxygen with names such as "gifts","bakh-shesh","present","Tohfa","peshgi" etc and a derogatory synonym for it is "ghoos".
Now even that was also not a worthwhile trip in case of fishing tank problem, it was educational as we come to know about such a rare species.
Next in stop was the state of Jammu and Kashmir, about which we were told that certain palces in India are just on Map and It's better not to discuss about it as India follows Right to Speech but the rights have different meaning for J-K.
So,at the Fag end of journey we had to reach Uttar Pradesh, India’s one of the most populated state with people from diversified sects and religion .The story here is more interesting than all those told till now. They said the dictator of this state wants to know whether there is at least a single fish from a community called Dalit.I was flabbergasted because as per my best of knowledge these things were confined to human beings but all my efforts to convince her went in vain and we were not allowed inside the borders Of U.P.We trudged towards our next destination,i.e.,the state of west Bengal with a very dejected mood, but then someone said that state of W.B. is the lone state in India which believes in communism and their leaders after all those revolutionary changes in communism are still the orthodox one believing in Stalinism. we hoped that this state will give us some insights of collectivist mindset of people of India, but then as they say India is a country of its own kind in world. I would say W.B. is a state of its own Kind in India, and before we could thought of something else, we were hearing remarks from the peopel "The fishes are tasty”, the gathered people were feasting on a sumptuous meal of those legendary fishes.
They say tragedy has a very unique feature, when it strikes, it doesn't let you go out of its grip till you want to go,. So we moved towards our final destination, i.e., the state of Bihar with just a fishing tank. We were on a road journey to Bihar, and lo tragedy struck again! We were able to bear the incongruities of abyss that the road of Bihar offered but the fishing tank was not. In one of those abysses, the exhilaration became too much enthusiastic for fishing tank to bear and it went away with a sound of ""crash”. The newspaper headlines reported next day a foreign convoy was attacked by Maoist insurgents plundering away away all the wealth they have .I was told in Bihar truth has many dimensions which can only be understood by the natives of this place.

In the Name of God

In the name of god I pledge to speak the truth, to help the poor, will keep myself away from all sins, skullduggery, sleaziness, deceit, gregariousness, indecent pleasures(I wish someone could have defined me this) and all such wish god forbids I pledge to keep myself away from them in all situation ,I want to show my gratitude towards god by saying that only and only your holy book would be my guiding ethics and I would always follow them as told by your apostles in the world. Lol! I know a lot many eyebrows would raise reading that lol and many would say god proclaims Fatwa for such abhorrence, but if not god fearing at least I m death fearing, so I have devised certain reasons for not getting a Tasleema Nasreen Fate. The whole story started when I watched the movie “Khuda ke liye” two days back. Talking cinema, a impeccably crafted movie, the movie comes of age with a script which has its bolts intact, Shoaib Mansoor traverses through the paths which seems are quite well traveled by him, the movie circumscribes basic Islamic ideology depicting three different parts of world and yes three different hearts of world. Mr. Mansoor projects three character in the movie, two brothers, Mansoor and Sharmat entwined in music, and then their cousin Mary born and brought up in London ,From a father who all his life enjoyed vagaries of life by being more a British than a Pakistani Father. Now who says London doesn’t have parochial groups, so Few of the well wisher of his own community come to him one day and tell him that your daughter is seeing a “gora”, and then hell breaks loose, the shadows of perils after death resurfaces, and In the name of god he pledges he would marry off his daughter only in his own community to save his ass. The basic Ideology comes through in the following dialogue which he says to his live-in partner “You see I am male It’s no harm in Islam for a male to marry outside the community but not for a female, I would be the laughing stock of the community.”
The two brothers Mansoor and Sharmat are a known musician in Pakistan and from a truly liberal Islamic parents who taught them to be more compassionate and tolerant than fanatic. Their younger son Sharmat comes in contact with one of the apostles of “khuda” ,a Muslim cleric who acknowledges him with the greater truths of life. He preaches him about sin and indecent pleasures which includes “music” and in a debate of reasons you see he always has someone else to help him “Khuda himself”,because there are certain truths which can only be known to “ Khuda”. He Says “jub auraat se mohabbat karma hota hain to dil se sochte hoon khuda ke samay dimaag yaad aa jata hain”. And one day with the blessing of Maulawi sahib Sharmat marries Mary in Afghanistan In the name of god. Finally one day Maulawi sahib after Knowing the truth of Sharmat’s marriage being not a Physical union delivers the truth of being a man “Khuda bhi sharminda ho raha hoga tumhein mard banake,bandook to tumse chalenga nahin,aisa karoon isko gulel lake do , do char chidiya mare to mardangi ka safar to chaloo hoon”
Mansoor has been projected as the protagonist in the movie through whom director has shown tolerance, acceptability, forgiveness and respect to every being’s sentiments can only culminate in world peace. A Proficient in music , he joins a music school in U.S. for higher studies, and then one morning the date he sees is 11th September. U.S. intelligence arrests him because he is a Muslim, lives a lavish life, so where the source of money is coming from? And then Shoaib Mansoor quite exemplary depicts cultural difference leading to a bigoted meanings of someone’s honest devotion.

The final reels of movies sees introduction of Naseerudin shah as more of a liberal cleric who delivers the true meaning of khuda’s words and he mentions certain verses which clearly defines khuda never said that Music is sinful, neither is wearing jeans or not having beards. “Din mein darhi hain darhi mein din nahin” .

The movie elucidates the basic approach of people in the world, “U.S. which post 9/11 started seeing every Muslim as laden’s accomplice”, and the most prominent Islamic fear of a cultural encroachment by west in Pakistan, Afghanistan or leaving in any other part of the world. The Libertarian U.S. where a U.S. girl quite vehemently proposes her love to a Muslim Pakistani guy and the Terror plotting ,political instability spreading deceitful U.S. which promotes Muslim extremist to kill Russians and then held a Pakistani captive and tortures him like an animal to accept his allegiance to Osama. And then there is Afghanistan where on asking from women have you ever been to city, reply comes we have never been to other village what to talk about cities. Education for women is surrealism in Afghanistan. The truth of backwardness of the place called Afghanistan can be summed up from the fact that “Development” is not a issue since people can’t think that there is something better off than this. Maybe that explains how a promise of 72 virgins in heaven where one goes after being brutally murdered In the name of God (I know the terms “jihad” and “Fanaa”)has made the paranoid suicidal bids in vogue in Afghanistan. Ignorance may explain the reason for spreading of polity of hatred but then a nation like U.S., which boasts one of the world’s most productive Human resources; it is also proving to be breeding ground for same hatred. What’s the reason for it? Is Religion the big truth? If religion is Big truth then don’t u think we should shun all such gods who for their own superiority are using us as a sacrificial lamb, I think god should be allowed to rest in peace, it’s too late in the day for him to involved in all this, then we need to realize that are certain demi-gods who from eternity has exploited humanity. The need is to understand that the moment we give reasons a break in life ,we are bound to give exploitation some playing ground to experiment.. As Ayn rand says in her book ”if a person says there is a certain reason which is beyond simple man’s perception, he won’t understand “ ,Run away from him as fast as you can., because why in that case god entitled him to know that “greater truth” ,and if god also follows a varnashram system based on birth sort of thing, let him stink in heaven or hell wherever he wants, We declare him imposter today. Any prophet from any community ,sect ,religion no bar ,could have said nothing but do the rightful, otherwise no one would have accepted him as prophet, but then from centuries we human being have evaded the truth of differentiating between right and wrong by deeming ourselves as ignorant, but that was nothing but a mere excuse to sneak out with certain wrong-doings in garb of ignorance, and our act gave this world a century of “witch –doctors” who proclaimed the right to judge morality in the world in context to the “Greater truth” known only to them and we had no option but to become their prey “In the Name of God”. Every one of us can make it quite easily music always feels soothing to ears and relaxes mind, one don’t need to know any other “Greater truth”, But then we can embrace irrationality In the Name of God.
The movie is a technical brilliance ,so people should watch it literally “In the name of God”, whereas I can overhear few mutterings that even I have to meet god after death “kya muh dikhayenga”,” I won’t repeat such mistake in future”, I pledge “In the Name of God”.

WE, THE COMMON MEN

WE, THE COMMON MEN
Haha!Another series of bomb blasts in India in the historic city of Jaipur,More than 100 feared dead and 200 injured. If you think that every news channel work independently as in this nation it would be tough to find synchronization among the reports established in the viewpoint of any incident by them, I think a believer of parallel processing would sum the total Number of casualties at more than 1000,and a von Neumann believer would say 150.Anywayz,the interesting part of the whole story, and yes i am in my sense while saying "interesting" are few of the reports that come after every such incidents in this nation full of common men. I think an Indian prime minister in all possibilities starts suffering from depression disorder at the rate he has to keep himself in grief and show his grief over the exhausting no. of terrorist attacks in this country.voila! Maybe defying the laws of probabilities, but i as a common man can quite vehemently say that i can never be the prime minister of my country. The issue gets more interesting with the local police department and our so greatly respected Intelligence bureau, don’t get miffed or confused when you hear saying a member from higher echelons of this department that the people involved in these attacks were conspiring for last two years and still you don't need to panic and this is a request by their side to all the common men of this nation to have faith in the system in these tough times. I hope someday they don't come up with a Paul Coelho like sentence "Tough times don't last but tough people do”, I really feel that remarks like these really establishes our strong Indian values of being spiritual and cultural in all situations. I think it can be a matter of research for a spiritual approach to crime solving. Excuse me Mr. Member from administration but how come do you expect such cordiality from citizen when you yourself establish the fact that you were unable to trace these conspirators who were active for last two years, and i wish all those common men of India didn't take these facts as common. The story doesn't stop here as the coming few weeks after such incidents would come with more interesting news such as the CBI warning Rajasthan govt.about impending Danger, the leniency maintained by the local police over such a grievous issue ,the disputes between central authorities and state authorities in information Exchange because of two Ideologically different parties at the helm in centre and state, and most startling of the fact that even the common people of India now take it quite common in sixty years of its democratic existence.Lo!It's one week after this terrorist attack and i think Indian prime minister has expressed his grief due to some terrorist mishaps in other extremity,i.e Assam, I whole heartedly Pity him.Mr. Member from administration don't you feel ashamed of saying that they were planning for the last two year for the Blast , when we have nurtured our democracy for last sixty years, doesn’t that mean we have acted too commonly in all those years? Hello! Common men are you listening. Few days back a very inspiring chapter was included in India’s nationalist armory by the name of Mumbai spirit, the people who never get bogged down by terrorist attacks on their Local train facilities or a natural calamity like heavy floods, but please all you Mumbaikars don't you feel like asking for the reasons behind all those fallacies should come under Mumbai spirit or rather more important does the real Mumbai spirit need a disaster to strike to show its edges, and any tom,dick or harry being looted by a traffic inspector does not come under Mumbai spirit, or any tom,dick or harry expecting a permission of changing Mumbai into a racetrack of Spanish grand prix by just paying few green bucks is not termed as offensive in Mumbai spirits, and maybe we have considered Mumbai spirit too simple, it has little more complexities, you see according to Mumbai spirit you should give more precedence to a party who believes in making temples at a place as far off from Mumbai as is china from many of places in India, and i read somewhere there is a place called baghmer in maharastra where farmers are committing suicide, I hope people of maharashtra read more newspaper then few politically manipulated famous mothpieces(did i misspell),and please do you know the member representing the constituency of baghmer is the agriculture minister of this country, the sector which has seen least growth in India’s heydays,i.e,the last decade and yet he feels having very less to deliver as agriculture minister, it's better to double up as the president of some sports organization of this nation, but please why i am writing this or trying to say this to anyone ,I am a common man like billion of others in this nation .We don't need to know, and mind you let a calamity strike and you will see that's it's not only in that red communist country where dragons can fly. Maybe we have become so much used to common things that we show response only to uncommon things and junta do you know the reason for enjoying this status for so long is that everyday we keep on increasing the list of things that we take as common.

If u were not u and i were not i,then also distances and spaces would have survived,many wuld still have laughed and others cried,

9/11 wuld still have been reality and tsunami a tragic physicality, romance wuld still have been synonomous with lovelorn romeo and pulchritudious juliet,

cleopetras would still have smitten amos and many julius would still have caressed through those streets of ephesus,

And dose nectars would still have mesmerized many flirtatious vacillating species and many tears would have kissed those purplish cheeks,

those satellites would still have yondered in space and those astromical catstrophe would have been a scare,

but all those destinies can't tempt me and no worldly wish can't provoke me to have alife as I,As long as my heart doesn't ascertains me that in some corner of world you are there charming away as you.

somewhere down the lane,through the memory vein, those shadows were getting faint,the chords were melancholy,
through those lanes a feeling has emoted sombre salsa as well as lyrical lullabies ,

the traces of those endless nights can be still be seen as purplish gone petals scattered on those lanes,

those nights which never saw day,

those crackles which never found ears,those bickerings with that charlatan,

those humming with the pack,

those excitement at exam pre night,

those disappointments at result's sight and then again jubilation on those endless nights,

those gung-ho for that jack ass's salacious lisa,

those heart breaks of that "cupidism" infected dumbheadand then the amon in the pack for whom "love was only a game",

these were the " holy grail" for those endless nights,
Now the dawn has struck and those petals have splayed,

but the fragrances are still to be felt,

the fragrances which had always battled out the tides of time and will cradle itself to the last glories,

the lanes may become highways and the petals may become fossils,

the veins may burst and the shadows may die in the oblivion,

and everytime when the chords would get melancholythose coquettish silhouttes of that "salacuos lisa" will always resurface to play those rhythmic rhapsodies.

A hurtless heart

Though i don't promise you the moons,and i won't bring back the tides on your whims,i won't lie awake evn in the night thinking about ur cherubic smile,and won't care about those moments that past by the rain,but i promise you evry rain drops touching you would be bejewelled by wishesevery pain touching you would be embalmed by my kisses,and evry moment lived with you would be enough for lifetime's misses.

There is no tomorrow

some where down the road,people won't care about ur memories and past,ur habits that last,ur smiles that faded ,ur follies that ceded,ur exuberance that exalted,ur agonies that pierced,your sorrow that felt excruciating,ur lullabies that sounded melancholy,ur wishes that meant care,ur kisses that meant "i love u dear".bu then what remains is trail of moments exhibiting happiness and sorrow,and i wish that u njoi this day as there is no tomorrow.