AAM AADMI PARTY

During our evening chitchat I said to Jay, “Current Gujarat government has Rs 1.45 lakh crore of public debt it means 6 crore Guajarati have to contend with an individual debt of Rs 20000 approx.”It was just one of the counter arguments made by me against “Vibrant Gujarat” as a role model of economic growth.  Jay countered me with an amusing argument, “You don’t want Narendra Modi as next prime minister that’s why you are saying these rubbish things.”  I just smiled and said, “of course, I don’t but I have thousands other reasons not this one.”  Jay quipped, “Will you vote for Rahul Gandhi then!”  

After 2 hour of this conversation, one of my businessman friend called me and said with full sanctity, “ Today, My dad got two National Highway contracts and now no one can stop me  from becoming M.L.A of Congress in 2015 (upcoming Bihar assembly election). “  Frankly speaking I really didn’t get the idea how these two independent events are related. It may be because of business, money and politics nexus!  

I said casually, “Bhai, this time you have to fight with “AAM AADMI PARTY (AAP)” candidate and it will be very difficult to get over him.  He laughed and said, “We live in India and more than 60% Indian only vote for money and they never think about development, education and corruption so don’t worry about this party it won’t hamper my vote bank.” I countered, “Isn’t that you and I make the India and our thinking reflects the country’s thinking. If we think ‘AAP’ will smash Congress and B.J.P in forthcoming general election it will because it is the party of common man or you can say mango people, it isn’t the party of Arvind Kejriwal or Manish sisodia or Kumar Vishwas they are only providing us the podium where mango people of India can fight against dynasty and communal politics.” My speechless friend bumbled, “I agree with our view point but how ‘AAP’ will reach out to the grass root level?” I replied, “People like you and me will promote and campaign this party via SMS, blog, Facebook update and also by motivating our driver, dhobi, doodhwala and all the people with whom we communicate in day to day life.”  My friend said, “You are right buddy and from now onwards I will think beyond business, money and politics nexus and work for AAP and will try to become AAP M.L.A in 2015.

It’s my kind request to all of you propagate AAP ideology and motivate common man to vote for our “AAM AADMI PARTY” not for B.J.P and Congress. 

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The Wife Material

To imagine a world without women!


No color, no heterosexual love, no heterosexual sex, no children, no mother, no sister, no wife, no girlfriend, no life and most importantly “more pain in the ass”.

Urbane and Suave Middle Class Indian Society

Recently released movie, Cocktail depicts the Indian men’s mentality about marriage choice or spouse selection. Most of us choose the girls who cook food, dress conservatively, earn less money than us and wins our parents approval. Why does a gal’s dress and her independency stopping us from accepting her as our better half. We don’t have any problem in dating with skimpy clothing girl, we adore going movie, discotheque and pub with them but when it comes to marriage we simply refuge them by saying that she isn’t “The Wife Material”. I have no idea why our so called civilized and educated society keeps double unacceptable standard but it saddens me deeply and spark a flame in my heart to rebel against this fucking male chauvinist society who only cares about their comforts and stereotypes girls into two categories – “The Girlfriend Material” and “The Wife Material a.k.a The Good Indian Girl”. This Society clearly has two extremes a “Good Indian Girl” and a “Hooker”. Any girl who is not like a good Indian girl is certainly a hooker from this society’s perspective.

I know an M.B.B.S doctor whose marriage is on the brink of divorce only because his wife is a banker and earns more money than him.

I have a female friend, whose parents don’t want her to pursue higher studies because it will be difficult to find a boy for her.

Do you call it civilized and educated society, I don’t.

Stupid Indian Society

In this society, men treat women as a property. Men are sexually harassing, stalking, beating, physically abusing and raping her and still hoping she will fall in love with them.

They have two master solutions to reduce rape cases. They will marry their girl in the age of 14 and they will stop consuming noodles because it causes hormonal imbalance and provoke them to rape women. Hat’s off to their ideas.

 According to Union Health Ministry statistics, 68 percent of girls in Rajasthan are married off before the age of 18 and 12 percent of them married off before the age of 10.

These kind of thought not only raping our women but also our science and development. 

A Beautiful Journey

Horrendous blare of alarm clock shattered Arpit’s slumber, he glared the clock with his snoozy eyes and jumped from the bed. After having bath, he put on his white and black striped Van Heusen shirt and Springo black-gray striped trousers. Now, he was all set to leave for office where he was doing his summer internship.

It was the month of June, the mysterious monsoon had reached Mumbai, rain was splashing on the road and Mumbai’s byways had become mire. In rainy season, some places in Mumbai become hell. In spite of all these, today Arpit was brimming with euphoria and elation. The only reason for his happiness was groovy Friday, he has not to go to office for next 2 days and as a byproduct he could visit his elder brother Anjan who was a software engineer in Pune.

He reached his 5-star office early and started work with full exhilaration in his cubicle, not that he liked to work but because he could be off early for Pune. He adored only two things in his office, coffee break and Junior HR Shweta. She was dusky cute girl with adorable face and delightful eyes. He loved to flirt with Shweta during coffee breaks but on Friday he worked so heedfully that he forgot to take a break. After completing his work early, he was all set to leave but he was slapped by more work which he completed half-heartily and left the office with morbid mind.

After an hour crawling in Mumbai traffic, he reached Vashi which is the epitome of urban mess, flooded with skyscrapers, corporate offices, retail food chain, shopping malls and lounge bars. He had to take the Volvo bus for Pune so he was waiting for bus at Vashi bus stop which is the starting of Mumbai Pune expressway. There is nothing much unproductive than waiting for bus and train, so Arpit was utilizing his time by reading book in his kindle fire. He was fed up with bus waiting and book reading then he decided to visit nearby Inorbit mall but he saw a Phantom Black Audi A8 was coming his way so he decided to take a chance. He showed his hand in order to stop the car, luckily, car stopped and a hot gal with luscious lips and alluring eyes stepped out from the car. Her figure-hugging red top and skin-fit black jeans were flaunting her flat stomach and gorgeous legs. Her frizzy brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail behind her back which was barely reaching her shoulders.

Arpit was staring the girl while she asked, “What happened?”

He uttered anxiously,” I was waiting for the bus since long time but I don’t think any bus will come in next half an hour. Can I get a lift Pune if you are going the same way?”

She thought for a moment and told him, “I am going to Pune, you can join me.”

Arpit sat adjacent to girl on the front seat, girl sat on driving seat, she put her foot on accelerator and the car sped up.

Mumbai-Pune highway, drizzling and thundering rain and a young boy with sensuous girl in a swanky car, a perfect ravishing condition that one could fantasize. Arpit’s anger, anguish, frustration and sadness were vanished by the gratifying milieu. He was in between mixed feeling of chirpiness and discomfort, his Friday feeling had comeback. He collected his courage and asked, “What’s your name”.

She smiled and quipped coquettishly, “Is it necessary to know my name to travel with me”.

He blushed and said, “We are together for next 3 hour or may be bit more so it would be convenient for me to call you by your name”.

“I am Priya Roy”, she said.

“I am Arpit Agrawal”, he said.

“What do you do?” she asked.

 “I am doing M.S in chemical science from IISER”, he replied and asked the same,” what do you do?”

“Actually, I do nothing just travel a lot from Mumbai to Pune and give lift to strangers”, she said with a cute wink.

Conversation instantly attached them and after some quotidian conversation, Priya asked, “Do you have girlfriend”?

The poignant question flabbergasted him, all his disquiet, grief, pang and twinge reemerged and his consciousness wavered back to the 3 days old calamitous break-up with his sweet girlfriend. They broke up not because his girlfriend had become more possessive or the relationship was affecting his study. Neither had he become any less caring nor was she attracted towards someone else. They were lovely couple with in deep love of each other. The only preposterous reason for their break up was that they were from different religion which might not be acceptable by their families and societies.

He hid his grievous feeling because he didn’t want to defile pleasurable aura which was healing his catastrophic condition. He wanted to feel and relish sharp steep valley, narrow tunnel and craggy mountain of Mumbai-Pune expressway with beautiful girl.

He replied with fake smile, “No, I am perfectly single."

Priya stared him as he had done some heinous crime and said, “What! Please don’t lie, how it could be possible that you don’t have girl friend.”

“Why do you think I am lying?” he uttered.

“It’s very rare that handsome and urbane guy like you doesn’t have girlfriend”, she said.

“I tried a lot but no girl found boyfriend material in me”, he lied.

“Ooh! That is so unfair”, she said sympathetically.

Drizzle had converted into raucous rain, clouds have come up all the way and mesmerizing valley had become more alluring. As speed of car was slashing relentless rain so some drops were coming inside and splashing on Priya’s cheek. Dainty rain drop on her face, her Shy smile and drop -dead gorgeous eyes were making her breathtakingly beautiful. Arpit was gazing her with his corner of the eyes. He was really enjoying the full ambience.

“Tell me something interesting about you”, Priya asked casually.

Arpit thought, it’s a perfect moment to impress Priya. He was pondering which fact will impress Priya when she said, “Don’t try to impress me, genuinely, tell me some real facts about you.”

“I have a qualm and only girls could answer it, can I ask this to you?”

“Ya, you can ask me anything but not here, Macdonald’s restaurant is nearby. We will sit there, grab a bite and try to find some answers for your qualm”, Priya replied.

They reached Macdonald’s restaurant and parked their car and went inside. Priya asked Arpit, “what will you take” and after his reply she ordered one BigSpicy Chicken Wrap and regular Iced Tea for herself and one Veg Pizza Mapuff and Café Mocha for Arpit.

They collected their order and looked around for the table but they didn’t find a single table vacant on ground floor so they went on upstairs and sit at the corner table comfortably.

“So tell me your doubt which I can answer”, Priya asked with little smile.

“I never understand girl’s heterogeneous behavior. Are they evolutionary serpentine or is it a framed madness to just bewilder the mankind?” Arpit babbled.

Priya grinned and said quizzically, “Aah, I can’t answer this. It’s a cloak and dagger for girls so I can’t comment on this.”

“You told me that you will answer my doubt and now you are unsaying. It’s unfair!” Arpit uttered.

“The girls are not that simple dear”, she quipped.

Arpit reckoned she is same as other girls, it’s better to step back off and concentrate on Pizza Mapuff.

As the weather was becoming more tantalizing and Arpit was enthralling towards Priya. He had obliterated all his blue devils, and was soaring with immense zest.

They finished their tidbit and stepped in the car. Priya seemed brisker now. Perhaps, morsel had provided her new spice. She drove few kilometers in complete silence.  She broke the silence with investigating tone, “What first comes in your mind when you see a pretty girl?”

“What kind of question it is”, Arpit said with little unease.

“A simple one”, she quipped.

“But the answer isn’t simple”, he said.

“Tell me the truth, what exactly you think, isn’t it very simple” she said graciously.

“I think about many stuff, depend upon the situation. What exactly you want to know?” Arpit said sincerely.

“Guys generally infatuate towards pretty girls at first sight and they call it love. Do you feel the same?” she asked.

“When I was teenager I fell in love with every pretty girl at first sight but now lust comes first then love takes over”, he divulged his secret.

She saw him with smirk and said, “It happens, it’s not your fault it’s your age. There is nothing you can do for this so just enjoy every bit of it.”

“Now you tell me what you think when you see a charming guy?” Arpit put same screw to her.

“It’s plagiarism, ask some original question”, she said with cute wink.

“There is nothing original in this world, some cases we don’t find the source and some we find”, he countered.

“My god, you are so philosophical. Anyway I don’t care about any charming guy until he does starts talking to me. For girls, love or lust rarely occur at first sight”, she said.

They have reached Pune so Priya asked him,” Where shall I drop you?”

The trip of Pune had always pleased Arpit, but this time he didn’t seem happy after reaching Pune. He had a feeling of anguish and anxiety. Priya’s question had taken all his euphoria and exhilaration. During the lovely journey with Priya, he had flourished many hopes but now it all seemed vain.  He didn’t flaunt his distress in front of Priya and said, “Drop me at Pune Central.”

They reached Pune Central and Arpit stepped out from the car. She was ready to leave so Arpit spelled out his number avoiding the probability of being embarrassed. Alas! She still left him in - and a bit of embarrassment all he recollected was the cute wink and her heart shattering words “I am a call girl and I work for an escort agency so it won’t be worth to take my number.”

With hurting heart and fake smile Arpit entered in his brother’s flat. 

Confession and Promise to my Mom

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star. ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin 

 The word “Mother” comes in existence when the child born before that she is just a woman, mother never exist. A mother is something absolutely new who born with her child. A mother is the only person whom we encounter before coming in this world and after experience immense labor she gives the birth but she never refuge to do that. She is the only women in our life who never say no for anything. She taught us first language, social concept, religious value, cultural domain all the things which makes us the human being. On the auspicious evening of mother day, I want to confess and promise something to my mother….. Mom,

 I am the part of most ‘confuse’ and ‘don’t know don’t care’ generation so sometimes I baffle about  something and desert and detest some conspicuous things because of confusion. I am very penitent for all these. 

Probably, I might not get admission in top 30 universities of the world and I won’t earn big cheques as my engineer, IITian and M.B.B.S brothers and sisters would be but I promise one thing your Daughter-in-law (my dream girl) would never complain about this and we would live happy life. 

Sometimes I don’t call you for days and I might not be able to do in future as well but that would never mean I don’t remember or miss you. It just that I will be in trouble and I am not in a position to share with you everything because I am afraid of making you sad. But I promise, you will be the first with whom I will share all single piece of happiness. 

I don’t know what will I do in future and where will I go. But I can promise one thing-my hard work. I will leave no stone unturned to make you feel proud of being a mom of mine. 

Happy Mother’s Day Ammi.

Slutwalk (Besharmi Morcha)-Kolkata: Vulgar or Congruous

 “Slutwalk” – It is a worldwide protest against the harassment that women face on the street on a daily-basis. It is the outcry against damaging stereotype and sexual violence against women. It all began with a statement of police officer in Toronto, Canada, April 2011, saying “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized”. The angry women and men too come out to the street to protest against men’s filthy mentality. Thus began Slutwalk, the movement jumped borders and oceans, with similar marches being held in the US, UK, Australia and Africa. And now “global India” is joining hand as well!

After Delhites and bhopalies, it’s high time for Kolkatans to come out for “slutwalk” on 24^th may.   Although, my ordinary mind couldn’t understand the purpose and relevance of slutwalk in India but women safety and rights in India is always a ponderable question for me.  

Is skimpy clothes of gals or women articulate the message to rape her? If yes, then how will we justify the rape of 3 month’s infant? If some psycho says that provoking cloths stimulate him to rape or molest a girl then how will we react if someone says,” Her perfume was incredibly provoking that’s why I raped her “! The message is whatever cloths women wear, however slutty it is, it shouldn’t be thought as an invitation to rape her.

I have a facile doubt, is it relevant in context of India where we have cities which are demographically very diverse, in our cities we have people from villages and small towns probably who have never seen women in short-skirt.  But in the era of capitalism, elite Indians never care these people.

These slutwalk is a felicitous example of women empowerment in India. In last 10 year, Indian women have empowered not only economically but socially and politically as well. I still remember last decade mindset when Arundhati Roy has been trailed by Supreme Court since one year for her controversial writing about women sexual independence. After winning the Booker award, she was called as “Hooker won Booker”. And since then women have empowered herself to organize slutwalk.

It’s my humble request to all join Slutwalk-kolkata on 24^th of May. 

Dark and Dirty secrets of women: Episode 1

It was Alka on other side of phone. ‘Hi cutie pie, I have a blissful news for you’, she verbalized. ‘What happened darling, depleted with my girlfriend search, have you?’ I quipped. ‘This news is more captivating than your girlfriend search’, she uttered. ‘Then what, you had sex with your boyfriend’, I spoofed. ‘Why you always add extraneous sexual comments during our conversation?’ she said annoyingly. I replied. ‘It makes me feel virile and non-gay and also sex fascinates humankind doesn’t it?’ ‘Whatever but the good news is that we got our first fund for “JAGRAN”’, she said vivaciously. After hearing this I almost jumped off my bed and told her ‘What, how! You must be kidding’. JAGRAN is our social enterprise for rural area’s school student.

‘Finally you cracked it, you are such a darling, definitely you wore short skirt at the time of JAGRAN’s promotion presentation’, I babbled. ‘Nah nah I had put my jeans on but my sleeveless top was low-cut’, she said coquettishly. I can almost see her winking from the other side of the phone. After a long discussion on JAGRAN’s mode of operation, I asked her, ‘may I ask couple of question about women’s behavior’. ‘Ah! What happened to you my baby, suddenly interested in women! Dear we have many economic and political topic left to discuss’, she flouted. ‘Baby, I am serious’, I said. ‘Ok ok, dear don’t pester me, and tell me your concern please’ she murmured.

“Sometimes, my female friends behave queer without any reason. Why they do so?”

 ‘Hmm nice observation dear but it doesn’t apply on me. Anyway, it’s just one of those things that we girls periodically go through when for no reason we hate everything and everyone around us except our girlfriends and chocolate’, she said smartly.

“Why you girls are so obsessed with voluptuous dance. Is it an alternative of porn?”

“What do you guys think, can’t we have a dark and dirty side? Actually, gals have more delectably naughty side but they just learned to hide it, hone it and keep it as deep of a secret as possible. Yes, we treat dance as an alternative of porn but not for us for you guys. The dance bars is of course, the common man’s version of entertainment. We don’t want to let you go near “Umraojaan” or “Anarkali”, so we gal learn dance. Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal intention. It all boils down to sex.”
I will look on your further query but give me some time. I need to take a bath and after that I am all yours’, she said sweetly.

Futile Education System: Time to Change

Everybody is talking about primary education. Indian Government spends 60% of education budget on primary education only, I acquiesce this. Primary education has to be improved because it is the backbone of country. Our HRD ministry, educationalists and researchers are putting their hyper active brain on the issue “How to improve primary education system” but I have simple doubt how they will deal with debris and dross man force which they are creating during their experimentation.


Fortunately, I have studied in one of the premier schools of the country till class X, so I was able to access excellent library facilities. I used these facilities and fell in love with Hindi literature and economics. I wanted to marry my love but my father abhors the idea of studying Arts subject. According to him only second division pass students study Arts subject and he is right as well in reference of north Indian small town. It was not his fault to abstain me studying Arts subject, it was system and government policies which nagged him to impede me going with my interest.

Unfortunately, I was the 11^th ranker of Jharkhand Board senior secondary examination in 2005 and I scored 100 marks in mathematics so I was compelled to prepare for IIT-JEE. I did that and cleared JEE and joined country’s premier science institute IISER-KOlKATA. After studying four year in this institution I am not fascinated with electron spin, Ant’s motion, Dog’s behavior, Quantum dot, Real Analysis and my trifling terms, so my teacher consider me as an average student and my classmates snub me.

In this situation, how humiliated I feel no one can imagine. All my prizes which I have won in sundry literary events seem to be vain.  In spite of immense zest and zeal I feel futile because I don’t have perfect platform to use my zeal for the betterment of society. It’s not only me! There are millions who are fighting with their shatter dreams because of pernicious education system. I don’t know who is responsible for this but it has to be improved and this is the time to change........

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I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger. 

IISER Does Matter!

It was muggy afternoon in Kolkata and I was waiting for my friends jay and vikas in Park Street. 
 Park Street is most perky place in Kolkata where you can discern newly arrived expensive cars and latest Bollywood fashion due to mushrooming of food-joints and dichotic. ‘It’s better to grab some KFC Grilled chicken than to wait under scorching sunlight’, I thought and I went inside Park Street’s KFC. I took corner table because I wanted to catch sight of street. 
 I am a KFC freak, especially spicy Grilled chicken maniac so I went to counter to order some more. On my way back, I saw a hot lass with luscious lips and alluring eyes was standing near my table. Her figure-hugging red top and skin-fit black jeans were flaunting her flat stomach and gorgeous legs. Her frizzy brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail behind her back which was barely reaching her shoulders. I came at my table and said,” Excuse me, I am already here can you sit on some other table”? She simpers and glances around but all tables were occupied so she asked coquettishly, “Can I share your table for few minute”. I said, “ya sure, it’s my pleasure”. Although I feel distressing in front of classy and comely girls but I want to sit with them. I had no idea what I should say at that moment but I collect my courage and said your fish shaped earing is mind-blowing. Is it she said and asked,” What you do”? I feel vulnerable when someone asked this question still I answered,” I study in IISER-Kolkata. She frowned and fires a lot of queer questions like what is this, where is it and many more. After my irrational answer finally she asked,” How is it different from BSc. ”IISER’s course structure is different and it teaches integrated approach of science”, I said. “Can you explain integrated approach with some example”, she said. 


 In BSc. Exam Question comes….. 


What is your name? (10 Marks) But In IISER’s exam Question comes….

What is your name? Design a control experiment which can prove ‘your name’? Write Hamiltonian for your name and deduce ɸ function for it. Write a chemical reaction which will give ‘your name’ in one step. Integrate ‘your name’ with the help of contour integration. Write a python program which will give number of vowels and consonants in ‘your name’. Prove ‘your name’ is known from Precambrian era. (0.25 + 0.5 +0.5 +0.5 +1 +0.5 +0.25 Marks). 


 After hearing all this jargon she didn’t ask a single question about IISER but we discussed another 15-20 minute about Humid Kolkata. She was ready to leave so I spell out my number avoiding the probability of being embarrassed, alas! she still left me in awe and a bit of embarrassment……all i can recollect is the cute wink and her heart shattering words “ Am poor in science and by choice”. Thus ladies and gentlemen, was discovered “THE IISER EFFECT”.


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Leading Rape newspaper TOI

I am avid reader of Times of India since my 1st year of college life, sometimes I don’t pick my girlfriend’s call while reading a Chetan Bhagat article in the editorial page of TOI. Even the first application Installed on my newly brought feature rich Samsung Android phone was TOI. Though I don’t like Kolkata based obese and dusky model, still I glance Kolkata Times every day. So there news contents and correspondence are proverbial for me at least for Kolkata issue. I didn’t abdicate my faith on TOI even after losing the battle of filthy brand war with Hindu. 
It is a misanthropic statement but someone has to say that TOI has become rape newspaper. I have been seeing rape news on the front page of TOI since last 10-12 days. Now police are able to crack 7-8 months old rape cases. There are various explanations for this but the simple one which come in my mind is one high profile rape case. Why do media, police and government awake up when high profile comes? Why do we middle class have to wait always almost for everything? I couldn’t answer these questions but I need answers. 
According to NCRB (National Crime Records Bureau) the crime rate of rape has been decreased by 10 % compare to last 2 year but TOI is unearthing it like only rape is occurring around us. There are reasons why I am writing all this bullshit, our hostel groovy gossips has inclined on rape cases. Some of my friends are researching on different methods of rape, after research they come up with new idea of rape. It is unintendedly influencing our acumen. 
Please don’t subjugate yourself on the basis of ungrounded argument ‘freedom of press’. Actually, the constitution of India does not specifically mention the freedom of press. Freedom of press is implied from the Article 19(1)(a) of the Constitution. But there are some restrictions that are provide under the Article 19(2) of the Constitution. But editor sir had forgotten article 19(2) in the era of commercialization. Please put some respect at least for constitution of India.

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LUST is pure not LOVE!

Last week, I was feeling little dismal so I decided to call my friend Alka. I called her but she didn’t pick up as usual and she called me back after 10 minute as usual. I didn’t ask about call because I knew she will explain it in nitty-gritty form. I asked casually to just start the conversation, “How was your Valentine day”. It’s a standard question which I ask to every girl in expectation of some kooky answer. But her answer compelled my inside to ponder over guy’s mentality and real meaning of ‘I love you’. “Ah! Valentine’s Day fever is still on, for god‘s sake please put off this question for next year. I was sick of seeing heart shaped things and red color things everywhere. Even dessert comes in heart shape, brown chocolate become red how commercial! I had stopped reading the newspapers, magazines and even your blog a week before the gush-fest only because commerciality of love. Last year my ex-boyfriend had gifted me heart-shaped mouth freshener then I had said that transfer your head in heart shape. Thank god, Condom companies doesn’t sell condom in heart shape packet. I find this array of love depressing. I abhor the idea that love has to be celebrated on particular day. Seems like farce. In my teenage I didn’t feel same way. Those days’ heart shaped and red color things turned me on and I avidly welcomed these things but now I hate these flaunting” she babbled. “I get it you want to say you have grown up” I quipped to subjugate her. “I know you are thinking I am cynical but actually I am not. I am hostile to the “L” word. I prefer the other L word. L-U-S-T…it’s more pure, isn’t it? Let me explain. When you guys says I love you what it mean. The meaning is simple I want to get into your pants and it is absolutely cool. Lust is lust; it doesn’t disguise itself to make it acceptable. It is pure, unadulterated and can’t be faked like love. Lust has never broken any hearts. It has no side effect except joy” she lashed out. After that I had no guts left to enquire any further on this taboo topic. Then we discussed on Eurozone crisis and at the end she said that “on 14th February I was delivered a bouquet of pink roses. It is the color of friendship, so I am accepting it because no matter what, we shall always remain friends. “Love you, buddy. Vote for me now!

Valentine Week: Verve

This is the time when the whole world celebrates love except some dogmatic supporters of RSS, Shiv Sena and SIMI (Students Islamic Movement of India). Anyway we can ignore them, can’t we? This is the only issue which gives them podium to flaunt their feckless power, but this isn’t the appropriate time to discuss the filthy politics. It’s time for exchanging heartfelt greetings of love, affection and ecstasy and a rejoicing time to spend with ones you love. Shit! How can I forget 70 percent of Indian male between ages 20-25 are single like me but don’t worry you can also delight in this week, only you have to follow certain steps.
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  Here we go. Remember all your infatuation and select most stunning single chick among them. That will be your target.

  7 Feb- Rose Day Buy 12 or 24 beautiful red rose bunch in heart shape from local shop or you can order from Valentinesday.indiangiftsportal.com or Floraindia.com and write a sweet note on a red paper with some romantic quotation, sent it to your target. Of course she will like it and she will think you are expressing your love with flowers because ‘it best way to express your love to your beloved.’
  8 Feb- Propose Day You have done enough on 7 for feeling. Today you have to lose your wallet and buy pretty penny gift and profess her to your lady. If she accepts your proposal, then gift her commitment ring as well in true Bollywood style. After that she will be all yours. All the best!
  9 Feb- Chocolate Day Being in a relationship means you need to be nice and sweet with your gal. What better than to start your date with lots of chocolates, whose sweetness will increase the charm in your relation. I assure you!
  10 Feb- Teddy Day Teddy bears are always cute and they are loved by all lovey-dovey couples. Don’t forget to pamper your target with a soft toy. Girls cuddle the teddy if they miss us in hours of loneliness.
  11 Feb- Promise Day Love and relationship brings lots of commitments and promises. Don’t try to escape from all those promises and come clear on fulfilling them for it boosts the emotional bond between the couples. So make some promises which keep yours' girl happy.
  12 Feb- Kiss Day KISS-from Guys point of view this is the only romantic thing of relationship. Now comes the ‘Kiss’ Day on the 5th day of Valentine week. Plant a kiss on those luscious lips and claim your love. Don’t forget to eat some mouth-freshener!
  13 Feb- Hug Day Celebrate the comfort of each other’s warmth by a big hug. Show to your partner that you love, care and have affection for her. Hug like a “made for each other” couple.
  14 Feb- Valentine Day Oh, most romantic day of the year has come. Hold your partners’ hand passionately and just look into her enticing eyes and try to read it, if she is saying that she will be all yours forever and after then you are the luckiest man on the planet. I don’t think I should suggest further. Happy Valentine Day!

शायर गुनगुना रहा था---------

In Class nine i had written these lines......

कोई शायर गुनगुनाता हुआ,अपने प्रेयसी की खोज में,इन पत्थरों से, इन वृक्षों से उसका पता पूछता है। ये हवाएँ,जो तटोँ पर अपने बहाव का मिजाज बना रही है। वादों और इरादों की कोई जगह नहीं। न पाबंदी न कोई शर्त। जिंदगी की रफ्तार से गुफ्तगु करती हुई। अपनी क्षमता को निरंतर छिलती हुई। निरंतर किसी अन्वेषण की चिराकांक्षा। जीवन कोई कविता नहीं, कोई कहानी नहीं,वो जिस्म और रूह का कतरा-कतरा, जर्द-जर्द पिघलते हुए, संघर्ष की अंतिम पूर्णाहुति है। प्रकृति की निश्छलता अपनी ध्वनि के साथ अहर्निश गति में शायर फिर गुनगुनाता है। कुछ छूटे हुए शब्दों की तलाश है,कुछ टूटे हुए वादों की कसक, बिना इंतजार किसी ‘फासलें बहार‘ का। अपने जीवन के सत्य को पूर्ण करने के लिए,अपने अधूरेपन को पूर्ण करने के लिए,दिशाओं की खाक छानता, जिज्ञासा व आश्चर्य के उच्छल तरंगों से घिरा। चिंतन व क्रिया की संधि पर समय का सेतु लिख रहा था। शायर गुनगुना रहा था----- दर्द की बारिकयाँ थीं, अनुभूति के रेशेदार छल्ले पर सृजन के दंभ की उद्घोषणा कर रहा था। पगडंडियों से उठती हुई,धूल की कहानियाँ,उसके मानस में स्वभाविक विकास का उत्थान कर रही थी,सत्य के कुछ टुकड़े बिखरे हुए थे। समय की हलक में दर्द चुभता था। प्रेयसी की स्मृति,उसके नयनों को, उसकी आदतों को,उसकी जरूरतों को कातर बना रही थी। नम आखों से वैश्विक उत्कर्ष की माँग कर रहा था। वह कर्त्तव्यों के साथ खड़ा हुआ अपने शिविर में जा रहा था, शायर गुनगुना रहा था। Vote for me now!

Republic Day: Retentiveness

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY……

Since my infant I am a patriotic kind of chap. In my childhood, I celebrated Republic Day and Independence Day as a festival. I still remember my ecstasy for these days when I woke up at 4 A.M and without disturbing my mom I polished my shoes with special powder charcoal solution. I took bath with cold water on that chilly and serene morning and I wore my new white shirt and blue shorts. I kept Tiranga in my hand all day which gave me vehement feeling for my India. I extolled songs like “Mere desh ki dharti sona ugle ugle here moti” and I savored with Bengali confectioners’ Jalebi.

In my early age, I believed that India is the eminent and prosperous country and it provide a multicultural, multi-linguistic and multi-religious environment for 1 billion people. My civics teacher used to say that ‘India is the world's most populous democracy and parliamentary republic with multi-party system.’ Since then the word ‘republic’ has actualized deep impact on my emotional brain. But now my conjecture about India has been completely wiped out, only the reliance of word republic has been left with my emotional quotient.

Lost Inspiration

I had a nebulous idea that 'it will end one day', but I had never thought what I will do after that. Anyways, it has fallen apart. What next? I have no source of inspiration now, should I try to find out something or wait for you.
We have argued many times and resolved the strife by long conversation. This time we had no matter of contention, so what is the problem? Either you say or I will wait for God’s message. Is it fair that you are ignoring my 10 calls and 2-3 mails a day since last 29 days and 8 hours?
I came to Delhi to meet you and I waited in Barista near Botanical garden metro station for 4 hours with your favorite Chocolate Doughnut and Espresso Italiano but you didn’t show up. This was prescheduled meeting and I even messaged you, “I am waiting in Barista” which is 10 min walking distance from your new Noida sector 18 flat still you didn’t come. You can’t say you didn’t see my message because after that I changed my Facebook status relationship to single and you messaged within one minute “all boys are same”. You keep a watch on me but ignore my calls, messages and mail just to intrigue me.
I have not discussed any contemporary social and economic topic with anyone since you started to ignore me. My verdant college campus is full with crap word like VSRP, DAAD, JACS, NATURE, project, seminar the list goes long which never fascinated me. Some geeks and nerds get orgasm just after thinking about these words. I don’t want to be like them but the milieu is nagging me to be such a dork. This is my last message to you. Come back in my life or at least just say you are never going to come. You have 2 hours to decide before I start finding my new inspiration…… Vote for me now!