2011-10-07

Eroticism of midriff, navel

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There was a time when the woman parading in a short skirt, parading her legs and the upper part of her body exudes sexiness. All that matters was the bust. Refer to Kimi Katkar upping her bosom factor to the lips of Amitabh Bachchan in Hum or Raveena gyrating to Akshay's nature call, Tu cheez badi hai mast mast or Kareena's size zero. It is passé now.
As Bipasha right says it, "Indian men don't like abs on women. Hard bodies are out. They prefer their women rounded, but thin is in now." Truly said Bipasha. Picture Deepika in the bad remake of Dum Maaro Dum. Well, it started with Katrina Kaif with Sheela ki Jawaani. The navel is in, is back and it gonna stay for a long time till something better and smoother replaces the flat curve. It's sexy and sexiness redefined with the smoking hot combo of the navel and the midriff. We all love watching our women's navel. It's not that I am being sexist but rather thinking in terms of sexiness or upping the sex quotient. Ask the new age conceptualists of Hindi cinema. This englobes the saree beautiful on the lady. She is no bimbette and she knows her mind as the smart,kick-ass designer paint a transparent circle between the midriff and the navel. It makes for aesthetic show.
The trend are changing and innovating on the fast line as new designers chips in new ideas which makes fashion adorable. We all want to live the dream. Men are not left behind and we take it as a sign of encouragement as our models have gone from flab to fab.There was a time when someone had to be plump to make a fashion statement. Can you imagine the reaction if someone would flaunt her cleavage a la Deepika, Malaika, Aishwarya or Bips for that matter 10 years back? She lost it and her career is over. Not anymore, dearies. I somehow find the tatoo damn sexy on the navel and it's appeal is unique. Not just for the sex quotient but for it's fashion content and appeal. Thin is sexy and is in. That's the mantra.
It makes for regular exercise and the process of hitting the gym to equip yourselves with a flat and thin curve. Exercise has never been so sexy. Indeed, the navel has been the centre of both male and female attraction. The woman is now more flat chested and is the only part which is still curvaceous. Now wonder brands like are innovating big time with its various length and width to accomodate the human body. A pair of jeans should be fit from the waist to the toe as the wearer easy slips into them. It is a booming industry, the textile. Clothes have never been so innovative in design, process and outlook.
The good thing is that our generation is a very fit one. We are aware of the difference between sexy and vulgar and as long as we know how to project ourselves, who cares. It's all about the brand image. In some way or another, we are all projecting a brand, celebrity or mango people. It is a tale of uninhibited physicality and speaks of the changes in the mindset of the young generation. We are generation, unafraid of speaking our minds and is a fashion statement.
The navel never ever makes the woman looks indecent. She flaunts it so comfortably and it makes her look sexy. It's cherry on the cake. It propel us dancing along with Bipasha on the lines of Beedi jaile le. Personally, I love watching a sexy lady with a well toned midriff, curve and of course, the navel. Katrina's midriff in Sheela ki Jawani is the perfect body to the male gaze. So is Malaika's sizzling act in Munni badnaam. Priyanka Chopra has a beautiful people and insiders in the industry confide that the lady is a fitness freak.
Slim is the new in'. I remember how at one time, in my early teens I would envy guys with a well built and robust body. They were always surrounded by the super hot chicks and was like see, I am too slim, this chick is too farway to chase. I felt like a sore loser. Not anymore. Slim is beautiful. Slim is sexy. What the point of having a robust body if you cannot exude charm and be comfy what's the point in displaying a robust and badly built body. it becomes a case of forced vulgarity to be in.

The brand new avatar of the likes of Kat, Deepika, Priyanka and Sonam for that matter is sheer pleasure to watch. They exude a redefined process of eroticism and sexiness and one feel that the Khajuraho is back and the ladies are living the dream of the temple. It's a tale of mystic beauty. A case of slim, bare and forging one's own identity.Ravi Verma and Hussain saab would have been proud today were they alive as our B-town ladies and why not guys(c'mon we can be sexy and we are..make no mistake about it) would give the sensual pleasure of polishing and re-polishing their arts.

2011-10-02

Mixed Doubles

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Meet our officiating Pandit..I mean Ghar Ka Pandit..Oops! Sorrry! Mom's Ghar Ka Pandit. He's an okay guy but, but said something which makes me reflect on Mixed Doubles..oops..Double Standards of religious men. It makes me reflect on our lame society and the in-built attributes we are not ready to part with.
He came home on last Sunday to perform some rites for our ancestors who died. He gave us an invitation card for the wedding of his Sapoot, Gaurav.During the conversation, he said something that could have made me spark a fire within. I was incensed. But, I simply ignored it as it is he was already having a hard time at my hands. Hua kya! i was quizzing him on the religious matters and aram se he departed from my wise questions and skipped it to give some half-baked answers. His to-be Bahu Rani will be made to leave her education post-shaadi. reason: In our family, the bahu never goes to work and must stay at home as if very domesticated. Well, it suit them. My Gaurav is very traditional, he uttered with utmost pride.
Hello, dude! In which world you are living in? Are you sure that you are in 2011? Make sure that you narrate your story to Vipul Shah and Akshay Kumar, they can make Action Replay 2. I mean it's so shocking. Just look at the double standard. Our Dear man you perform prayers in several households and narrate the essence of moral duty, ethics and being a good human being how can you be such a proud hypocrite. In a time where girls are on a equal footing as man, you are clamouring for discrimination in such a fashion. Hell! Where are the parents? And the girl she agreed to such a match? And she lives in the real world? It's not that she will not get any guy and I'm quite surprised that she decided to stop her education. Education is our passport to life and achievements. Or is it that she is so obsessed with marriage..like Kareena in Jab we Met..Bachpan se na mujhe shaadi Karne ki Bahut Shaukh hai..Must be!
Thanx God! Momma said that she could not agree to such a match had she been in the place of the girl. Frankly, I pity the girl. These people belong to the maschism of our present century who believes that a woman place is in the kitchen and is way inferior to man.I mean it's so fucking weird how some people blinded by religion and faith can behave sometimes. It's a sin to make someone leave his or her education and I think the Government must bring a law and impose fine on such weirdos. On top of that, the girl is better educated than the boy. Such kinda things never cease to amaze me.
Coming back to the Pandit, he was trying to coax me that I should get married. But, I told him that I don't believe in Shaadi and believe in living together. He sported a horrified smile. Arre! Bhagwan! Kaisa Zamaana aaya..I was insolent. I know but it's my way of protesting. Like a maniac he persists and told me one day you are going to come and tell me to officiate your marriage. My ass!
His character reminds me of Ranvir Shorey who staged the wife swapping thing, Whn he didn't fuck Rajat wife and his Konkona got laid in the movie, he got furious. Hello! Dude! Whose idea it was? How can we be such bloody hypocrites? On one hand, we teach moral values but when it comes to our own life, we go the traditional and 50s way. Well, to each it's own.

2011-09-30

Skipping Condom

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"It's not the first time we were doing that so just ask him dude." Sneha walks in the chemist store as customers looks at her in sheer shock.
She retorted, "Why are you guys shocked? He's Deepak and he's my boyfriend and I dunno why he's hesitating to buy a pack of condom."
Finally she said, "Uncle just give us a pack of strawberry flavoured condom." The man on the counter said, "Rs 25 and put the pack on the counter table, happy to get rid of the insolent girl and her boyfriend. As they walked out, an elderly couple said, "Kya Zamana agaya..Unki umar to dekho not even 20, How it was different it was at our time."
She looked back at them, "What uncle, aunty? You guys never got laid in your time for the heck of it. By the way we are just 20 and love doing it. And we are not hypocrites. Have a gud day and re-kindle your sex life." The middle aged couple were crest fallen and the mouth of the lady was left open for a giid 30 seconds as a result of shock.
At the dining table, Sneha and Deepak broke into a mad, riotous laugh. Sneha tickled Deepak, "Dude, where is my Rs 500?"
He retorted, "Acha Baba, mann gayee..Girl you have guts and how you made a fool of these people and they must be cursing us and what earful you gave this poor lady. Have you seen how her mouth was left open.
Sneha lit a cigarette and smiled, "Just imagine her mouth remained like that forever due to shock?"
"Sneha stop being mean.We need to plan out who to fool next time. Let's search for our next victim or victims."
She looked at him palyfully, "Bastard, now it's your turn."
Shee opened the double- packed condom pack with her teeth and put one on his pocket and gently slipped the other piece of balloon in her handbag.
"Now I'm off. Sid is coming from Delhi and it's been painful not to have sex. I'm getting desperate." She said that as she took a Rs 500 note from Deepak.
He runs after her, "Hell, bitch!I have only Rs 50. My money yaar!!"
She laughs in a manic way and says, "Your Nihaarika is coming. What do you need money, dude? Just enjoy the fuck. You have cigarettes as aphrodisiac post sex."
She disappeared.
Very few know that Deepak and Sneha are siblings. They are more buddies and they constantly search for victims and provoke an act. Many thought that they are lovers and carry on the pretense only to turn the joke on the others.

2011-09-25

Main Hoon Na

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The oft-repated, comforted phrase, Main Hoon Na, I will always be there for you. We always say it to a pal on phone, chat and sms. Hey, call me if you need anything. Does it sound a bell? It's the empty promises. kiddy stuffs that we make and yet we keep our promises. Oh! God! Am I getting delusional. Time for someone who will chide us, what happened last time when he or she promised you with the comforting, Main Hoon na ya Apun hai na,load mat le.
I don't think that many of us really keep up with their promise of always being there for us. It's worse than the simple I love You or I will always love you, no matter what. Equations change, situations alter as we make new chemistry and our bond changes from friend X to Y and Z. Our best friend is replaced by a new best friend who rules the heart.
Our 4 a.m friend becomes the complete stranger, Anjaana ya Anjaani oh yea yea yea..Well, that's life isn't it? This is the problem with our generation. We end up making promises that we cannot keep. What happened to this friendship. It has gone to dust. There are so many keep promises and the lamest excuses, Dude you need to move on in life or adapt to new friends in an altogether new environment and new people waiting to embrace you. I have my own priorities in life.
On that matter, I am very traditional. If I promised to someone, Main Hoon Na, I will always be there for you, I stick to my principles. I try my best to stand up for that person and be there when the person needs me. A friend will always be one.

"True Friendship withstand the test of time."
If you cannot make a promise, then don't do it. It's as simple as it gets. I don't hold a dagger to your throat and make you promise those meaningful words. Coz when you make a promise, I build a certain degree of expectations and when I need you as a friend, I expect that you will stand by me coz you are my friend not some other by-passers which I happen to cross path with everyday by exchange a Hi or What's up. I believe that in a friendship there should be mutual respect, understanding and people involved in the relationship should always be there for each other. Of course, we all have our own priorities with studies, career, family and boy friend or girlfriend. There are other people in our relationship that counts. So is our personal space which should be respected coz at some point in life we must be alone and our own. Personal space in a friendship should not only be understood but treated with respect. Respect my space and your space is the first step towards the solid foundation for friendship.

But, if I promising something to you, my mind will not get twisted and when you are afflicted by the downslide and sorrow, I will not run away from you only to come back when everything is hunky-dory. If I do that, I do not deserve to be your friend at all. When your boyfriend or girl ditched you, I will be here coz you need to shoulder to cry. I will not here to preach and tell you where you were wrong and your ex is not ass or sleeps around. As you friend, I will only listen and try to understand. Criticisms, if any I shall it for a later time as I believe as a friend I have the right to tell you as a friend. But, not before listening to your own perspective The genuine friends are the ones who do not judge nor they do get influence by outsiders to condemn you or worse break a friendship.
As I reflect on the simple yet powerful words we constantly use as we hug our friends, I wonder whether years down the life whether we will really live up to them. The sad part is the way we utter these words as if we are saying good morning and having a cup of chai. Well, if we believe in friendship we should make an effort to mean what we say: Main Hoon Na..Bane chahe Dushman Zamana, Salamaat Rahee Dostana Hamara.
You think it's filmy?
I don't

2011-09-22

Loved..Lost..No regrets

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Can we love,lose that someone and feel no regret all? You've loved, thinking she's the one and that you wouldn't surviving without her. She's your world and doomsday strikes. All of a sudden, differences crops in and the relationship turns sour. Time for break up. It's always very painful and takes hellish time to get out of it. I took one year and perhaps more to get out of my earlier relationship. I couldn't come to terms with it. In plainish term, I wasn't ready to accept that the relationship was over. What followed was the frantic blank calls or un returned smses..I just wanna know what went wrong and how was I to blame in the relationship? Mine was a complex story and I was ever ready to leave everything for her. But, it just din't work out the way we wanted to..
Relationships are so complex as friends comfort us..U shall overcome it. Indeed. Now the simple question is: Why that person who meant the world to you no longer makes any difference to your life? Why her name doesn't evoke anything. Yet, you were ready to fight the world to be together and the till death do us apart thing? Were there any regrets? The fights, the blame game-I'm happy I din't indulged into this one.
I fail to understand as how her name doesn't evoke anything now. Does this mean that I have moved on to better things in life. Frankly, I don't know..I really don't know. It doesn't mean that I didn't cherish the wonderful moments spent together and the first time we crossed each other or the first date. Far from that, I cherish each and every moment of us being together. I smile when thinking of these moments. Just the other day, I was going through her pics and looking at my personal diaries on the dates we met. But, honestly speaking, it was just that and nothing more. By the way, I am planning to write a novel on our moments spent together. I dunno know why I am planning for a book on our aha moments and our break up. Of course, some events will be altered and names changed. But, but, question marks and better it is left unanswered!!
Na woh bewafaa thi Na hum bewafaa tha..kya karein hamari kismat judaa thi!!
Does it ring a bell in your ears? have you come across such a thing? Was it a learning experience and education on the essence of a relationship? Normally, I try seeking out answers and explaining what went wrong and the after math of a break up? Only, difference is that now I am trying to understand several things of what it was before and now why it doesn't make any difference. Perhaps, the person brought some changes and positive energy in our life and has gone to light a candle in another person's life. Is it the law of nature? Is there any answer to life, love and break up?
Questions sought and answers needed. As human we cling to each other and we are the biggest clingers. After all, we are human beings and all of a sudden we detach ourselves from our previous moments of life. No we don't do it with intention or motive so as not to suffer. It becomes a natural thing.

2011-09-21

BESHARMI MORCHA

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We are living in a time where our sexual desires are repressed. Let’s face: We are sexually frustrated and our free flow of thinking process has become judgmental as a result of moral and religious influence. We have become hypocrites as we lead a life based on mistrust, prejudice and of course our male egos and superegos. Freud would die of a heart attack had he been alive.

It’s a sham. I am a man and I’m the first to admit how we snigger at a woman wearing short skirt, bare back and showing her cleavage. Yet, we voice against it in front of everyone showing how morally right we are. But, that doesn’t stop us from passing snide and leering remarks in private. We literally rape the women in our minds as we enjoy a libido.

A woman has the right to wear any form of clothes she chose to wear before venturing outside. As a civilized and democracy we must ensure that we protect and uphold the right to life and the dignity of a human being. Freewill is opposed to coercion where we are imposing a set of dress code and moral more to impede a person’s freedom.

None of the clothes wore by a woman should justify physical, emotional or psychological violence.

For starters I am referred to the slut walk that took place in Toronto when a cop asked women to avoid dressing like sluts to avoid physical violence. It’s our own Besharmi Morcha which took place on the streets of Delhi. The walk addresses several issues to the way a woman is dressed, her perception in the corporate board room. There are cases when a fully-clad woman have been subjected to sexual violence. The thoughts of the cop exist in many societies including India where a woman dressed in short skirt is viewed as an easy-lay. I find it revolting and disgusting as my own kin-read it aloud MEN indulges in such kind of behaviour and mindset.

The attitude must stop. I support the Besharmi Morcha and irrespective of its outcome, it has sparked a debate. Why just Delhi? Cities like Mumbai, Pune, Bangalore, Nagpur, Punjab should come forward. Words like Slut Walk or Besharmi Morcha are just names and could have easily been termed the uprising of the fairer sex or revolution. It makes sense for such walks as cities like Delhi and Mumbai witnessed a surge of sexual violence against women. Remember on new year eve, a woman accompanied by a male companion was molested at the Gateway of India.

I am conscious that everyone supporting the cause will be subject to derision of the part of extremist political, social and feminist groups. We are not here to ply to their set of acceptable standards of behaviour. It is not just a walk but a cause for a better society. We belong to the young generation and in today’s times when a woman rules in the board of directors of Pepsico we cannot afford to be ruled by sexist attitudes or male sexual domination. It is a time to act as it is our lives. It belongs to us and not to some so-called predators. Who gave the right to put a judgment and the right to rape and kill?

Who gives me the right to call someone a ‘randi’? What is a randi? I am a male. I can be randi as well. I may well sell my soul for money like many CEOs or politicians do.

It’s sad how we men tend to look at women and we are only too happy not to remove our tinted glassed. It suits us and our interests. It boost our dominance and sexual ego. Perching on a high position, the tinted glasses gives me the right to force myself sexually on a women in exchange for promotion, both from a physical and psychological point of view? Who gives me the right to do so and brandish someone showing her breast that she is willing around with everyone?

2011-09-08

Headline of the Day, better things in life:Move on ,baby

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11 dies in bomb blast in Delhi..Delhi court blast:11 blast, 74 injured.

Black Wednesday: 11 killed, 76 injured as terror returns to Delhi

A policeman carries a wounded blast victim at the RML Hospital in New Delhi following a bomb blast......

At least 11 people were killed and 76 injured, when a powerful bomb exploded at a crowded gate of Delhi High Court this morning. About 2 kg of explosives were used in the blast according to the Home Ministry. Meanwhile, the Centre and Delhi government have announced a compensation of Rs 4 lakh and Rs 2 lakh respectively to the next of the kin of those killed in the blast.

Here's a look at one of the headline in answer to today's blast. Then comes the real natak..the usual bhashan of netas and TV will follow suit with their stupid debate..Can India win over terror? For starters, I am tired with this crap of responding to such gimmicks on the web page of the likes of Mid Day and TOI or NDTV. I ain't gonna vote and tell. Today, I was sad for the blast victims and that's it. I chose not to give any importance to the blast. Better ignore it. It's pointless to sit and work on solutions. Nothing gonna change as a result of the lack of goodwill. The PM can talk, so can amul baby face, Rahul..Yet, nothing will be done. The best thing to do is to carry on with our respective lives. In the name of TRP, the media is giving too much importance to terrorists. This is what they want: Coverage and hit the hardest and what better partner: The Indian media is always up for grabs. As the above picture suggest: Take us along, baby and let shamelessly put the picture of an innocent life.
Now the reason I've put the picture taken from HT is to show the insensitivity on the part of the media. It's my way to show and let know how I condemn usage of such pictures to boost TRP.
Case closed: No more argument on the subject. Let's not attach importance to it and get on with our life
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Moving on to better things or stuffs in life. I just finished reading Times Traveller's Wife. A book of absolute beauty which I rounded in less than 10 days. So far so great. I got another one, The Joy and Sorrows at Work. As a colleague pointed out the other day, at we only have sorrows, sorrows and sorrowly. Interesting point but highly debated though. After I round up with Joy and Sorrows at work, me shall put a brand new post inspired by the book and my life on the matter.
It happened last Sunday. I woke up aaram se at 10. Read some stuffs and there were plans to read some books, watch some DVD movies and what else, starting a short story or better still work on my script. I received a call from a senior editor at office. Apparently, there was a crunch of staff and if I can fill in. I was silent for a few seconds, weighed the pros and cons. Adhered to that though reached office one and a half hour late. Then, one realizes that it's part of the job. Can it be termed as sorrow? I think yea but it's how we frame our state of mind. But, but I've been rewarded by getting 3 consecutive offs..How? On Saturday everyone is off, my sunday off fall on that day and the off was restored on Monday. So enough to laze around, read, write, blog and sleep. Well, that's definitely the happy part of being at work. One thing for sure: This was appreciated and it means a lot for an employee.
Finally I will be able to get two week or perhaps few days more towards December so that I can enjoy my holiday. I badly need a break. I conveyed my wish to boss and I just wanna write an aplication and what follows shall be the negotiation. I can't wait to picture myself on the beach in Goa and really looking forward to visit amchi Pumbaikar( I am one..my love is torn between both cities..well..no clue..take a guess). Looking forward to meet old friends, make new ones and let loose.
Guess me gonna catch a movie on DvD in some time. Tomorrow I shall wake up early and attend duty..Time to make some contacts as I am venturing into reporting job. I believe that someone can be a reporter with responsibilty and don't bring news at the cost of human lives or invent lives. We belong to the new generation and together we can and shall make a difference.
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TIPS FOR A COOL LIFE
1) Never do something out of obligation-be it reading, boozing, dating or writing. Just let yourself be.

2) Never shy away from finding love

3) Make love not war

4) Kiss and make love with passion.

5) Don't get carried away and indulge in silly bantering.

6)Just be.

Godnight
Be creative

2011-09-07

Below 25: Sorry patron..you are too small to have a drink!!!!

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Criminals may not be born, they are created through a monster called stupid laws and legislation. The brain behind them: Government. They dare say that we young people are not responsible enough and that they should be the one deciding what is morally good and bad for us. How ridiculous! I mean it is insane coz we don't know what we are doing with our life. Congress is claiming paternity is our new age mai Baap..as if we are some fucking chutiya..please pardon my language. Our new age self claimed parents have raised the drinking age from 18 to 25.
I don't know. We are living in a time where double standard is the norm of the day. Every time political activists of the main political parties visit Mumbai for their so-called conferences or seminars, well find out where they are after the conference. IT IS A FACT: They are in Kamathipuran. And, they dare teach us morality and have the guts to bring the legal drinking age to 25. Their point is: We young people are immature and don't know what we are doing. C'mon, get a life. If someone has the right to vote at the age of 18, it means that the person has the legitimate right to have a glass of whisky or Vodka. If people can have sex at the age of 18 and in many cases below that, then where is the stupid argument of no BOOZE below 18. It's such crap and utter nonsense.
We are young but we are not irresponsible or idiots that we don't know what to do in our life. A 20 year old can write book, go for an MBA or can be practise as a lawyer or can aspire to become an MP. By the way where all the young MPs? Why are they silent or are they toeing the party line in the garb of hypocrisy? Statistics has shown that many who are beyond 30 or 40 or even 60 something uncles go home drunked, beat their wives and forcibly fuck. Then those adopted fathers and mothers can also pass a law: Increase the voting age to 25 or the marriage age to 25. Since the young people don't have the maturity to drink, they do not have the maturity to get marriage and indulge in the fucking game. Similarly, they don't have the maturity to vote. I dare those bloody non-sensical hypocrites to do that.
Better still, don't issue a licence for driving till he or she has reached the age of 25. Whenever something has been banned, it's all for grabs. Trust me on that. The ban on alcohol for youngsters will lead to a thriving black market. Same case for weed. We all know that it's illegal in India as well as in many countries to have a toke but this illegal market is a flourishing business. I think it's time for those politicians to get some education on real issues affecting the country You have the guts to risk my life by letting terrorists attack my state, city or country every 2 years. Still, you have the fucking gut to tell..oh! sorry!..not to tell me but order that I cannot drink.

I am not condoning the abuse of alcohol. I know for sure that alcohol has destructive effects for not just the individual but also for the family and society at large. I am only hitting at the hypocrisy of our society. My point is simple: I am not stupid and I have a right to make a choice for my life. I have the right to be in a live-in relationship, to have sex at whatever age I chose to and with whom. It's not to the government to come forward and draft some stupid laws when they have just woken up from their leniency or dream.
At the time I am writing a post, a terrorist attack has just hit the capital city Delhi at the court where 11 people have been killed and 62 injured.
Now will our respected netas tell us why they can protect us from terror attacks? Still they want to teach us as to how to lead our lives? I leave it to your own conclusion. Looks like some people just woke up from their dreams, imagining it to be our reality.

2011-08-28

Tale of my quirky insurance agent

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I'm bad at saving money. It's the time to confess that. I've been working for the past 2 years after I passed out from college and university and whatever I save in bank end up in the dumps. I'm short of cash and ATM card guided my me is whittled away gradually. Counselled by Mom and my bua I agreed to meet an Insurance agent on Friendship day. The guy is the insurance agent of my bua and after much coaxing I gave in and on a Sunday this guy paid me a visit.
Uhhhh! There is nothing wrong with the insurance plan. In fact, it is a pretty decent one and me think that I'm gonna go with it. It's flexible and schemes can be changed to suit my fancy. I can easily move from one plan to another and claim the money and take loanable facilities. The problem is the guy. He's affatus but what irritated me is that on a busy Sunday, he made the history of the company and trying to hard sell his company too much. For starters, I wanna tell him, cut the crap dude, I know you represented a damn good company and I've done enough research on this one. But, but this guy was going on and on..blah!blah!blah! You know our company has been there for a long time, our shares are quoted on the stock exchange..Only thing remaining for the guy to do was to indulge in some kind of oria. I was feeling so cloyed as he started praise my intellect..Hell! you hardly know me and how come you know that I am very intelligent to the point of being a genuis.
It was getting on me as I don't have patience to do so on a Sunday and especially listening to an agent spouting. Finally, I interrupted him by offering him a cup of tea which he refused. Thank God he asked for a glass of water so that I can get up and get him. Finally after 30 minutes he explained the plan to me. Invest Rs 1000 bucks for a period of 20 years and I shall get Rs 800,000. Waise bhi!!! Who has the patience to wait for 20 years to cash on the money. That was funny. I listened patiently and smiling on those fucking 20 years. A toast to the flexible term which I can change next year by invest a lil more...god help me so that I can cash in the money in some 6 to 7 years.
Funniest thing but not pleasant to one's ears..In an event something happens to you and you end up dying....Yea he actually said that..Your relatives will get the money immediately..Abe Madarchod! If I die I won't even enjoy the money in pa
rlok..what the fuck is that someon else will enjoy my hard earned money? Fuckong asshole I've been slogging my butt so that some guy in the family enjoy my money. Certainly not my mom! She won't feel like taking the money of her son and I don't intend to get married by now...
This is nothing. His best is yet to come!!! It is a good thing that you are investing so that when you marry you can plan ahead and finance your children's higher education. WTF!!!!!I'm not married and this fucker is after my life. I wanna invest wisely and enjoy the monetary gains and not for children..hmm! U not married. You should so that you are not too old when your children are going to university. Asshole! Did I asked your opinion when I should get married?! Bloody loser, why do you wanna screw my life?!

Never mind. I'm going ahead with his plan since it is a good one. No! I'm not waiting for 20 years and wish to get the money very soon. There is another insurance agent, a very pretty gal who's been after me so that she can prepare a plan for me. Every time, she calls I just manage to tell her, next time.Lat time, she called and insisted for us to meet, told her to call me in 2 months..Had to ward her evil spirit off coz she was like,tell when you were born and your occupation so that I can prepare a plan for you..Holy shit! Difficult to get rid of those species...Insurance people are indeed quirky....WTF

2011-08-25

Two strangers on rampage

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We fought each other today.
We haven't even met once.
A new meaning to the buzz 'social network'
We have been arguing on the merits of each other's state.
I reason with her, My state is better than yours' as she reposted,'No mine better.'
The meaningless bickering of a couple who woke up to horror ofter making love to each other.
There is so much love in the fights.
Then, we teased each other.
We don't need to try too hard on each other as our lips plucker in our wildest and craziest imagination.
Distance seperates us, age is a misnomer.
Battle knows no age.
Everything seems fair in war seems to be our motto today.
It's been an unusual interaction.
We ain't a couple.
Plain strangers who crossed each other through Zuckerberg's baby.
Hey Mark do you have the slightest idea what you just did to us?!
Dude, you played with our emotions and created a rift between two distinct personalities.
The world of two extremes.
One shall call it a chance meeting.
Strangers don't just say hi and go on an innocent coffee blind date to hold hands and make love.
We do fight.
This one is a different kind of relationship.
We connect to fight.
It's a crazy and mad world.
Anything can happen.

2011-08-24

Plan B

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Do you have an alternative plan in the dimensional flow of life? Life is like 3 D movie as you embark on the wonderful journey of life . We all have dreams since childhood and wants to live our passion as a free bird. However, somehow there is the period of struggle when we aspire to become a writer, actor or singer. Plan B comes into being. Till the time we search for work, we must survive. We must fend for food.
How do we do it? Plan B is when your academic degree provides a helping hand and the much needed back up. If you are an Economics graduate, for example, join a bank or any MNC or corporate house and earn some money. That way, you are not going to starve and are being paid. In the mean time, you can always keep your passion alive, make your contacts and meet producers as well as making your videos. That way, your money can help you follow your passion. One may argue, though living in an expensive city like Mumbai is not easy and there is no way you can use money earned from Plan B to make our passion come alive. To that I argue so many of us have done it and it's better to have Plan B than starve in life. John Abraham holds an MBA and was a media planner in an advertising company.
There many things which merit a Plan B. I have always wanted to become an actor, a film director and also planning to write a book. But, in terms of turning into a full fledged writer it does not always pays since you are a new bie on the market. Publishers will not put their money on someone new on the market and it's also humanely impossible to act in a movie or direct on your own. Baby! You need the moolah. But, but nothing is impossible. Besides, social and professional networks like FaceBook and Linkedin gives you a platform where you can market your book. Blog adda is also there. Worse, create a blog and blog spot offers facilities where your posts can be easily converted into a book. You can well write your scripts and let people know on net. Besides, a handy digi cam can shoot your short film. It's the world of endless possibilities.
I am working as a reporter and a sub-editor in a newspaper. I regularly write for the paper and it's a good motivation to slowly work on my script and book. I am presently writing on a collection of short stories though I struggle hard to find the time to so. But, at least Plan B is working. I am able to earn and slowly pursuing my dreams. However, I could have done more and need to constantly challenge myself to do so. PLAN B is damn important in this beautiful journey of life. I have just realized it. There was a time when I was damned fed up of my job and was seriously waiting to call it quits. I happy I didn't!!!When I imagine what would be my plight without a job!!!! I wonder how I would lament on my stupidity..I was planning to go on a spiritual quest, from Dharam shaala to Goa and of course visiting exotic places like Malaysia, Paris and Brazil..Honey! Honey! money needed for that!
Planning to quit a job and concentrate on your passion and tour the world or take an MBA or an alternate degree..no problem is that? The hitch is to start planning from now. Start saving for the rainy days, grow your professional network tree and make sure that you get some freelance job where you can sit by your laptop and devote two days per week so that your expenses are covered.
Have a great Day..a sequel to this one might see the light of the day

2011-08-22

Dude Vishal on Chutti?!

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Slog,slog and slog, it's becoming a royal pain the ass.
I long for the great escape, gateway to heaven.
I need a break.
A holiday will do the trick.
An elixir for life greatest tragedy..work

Hey folks,
I am dying for holidays..do hafte chalega..Will I be able to sing this song...The dude vishal on Chutti?! Taking a leaf on the upcoming flick Mr Batti on Chutti..I feel like saying Battiya jalao mujhe Chutti Chahiye..The million dollar question is and shall remain: Will my desire for 20 days or at worst 15 days holidays be sanctioned. I'm planning for 2 weeks holidays in December. I'm dying to visit Goa, Dharamshala, Calcutta and quite a few places.
The minus point" I work in the media and can they afford to give me holidays..Oh!Holidays!Holidays! What a luxury! I have realised how one take its life for granted. I mean in the times of college, I lead a care free life thinking that it shall never end. Life motto and I hope is still on: Live Life King size. Dude and Babe, take a chill pill. As someone told me, you too much chilled. At that time, didn't thought of going to holding and exploring exotic destination. I always thought that this beautiful life shall never end. Anyways, no need to cry over split milk. I believe that someone must not express regrets over life.
There was a time when I wanted to quit my job. I'm happy I didn't coz it would be difficult to save the moolah for holidays. The bad saver and spend thrift that I am! My bank balance is zero zero and zero. Time to get insured so that I can afford a lil bit of loans to cover my extravaganza..read holidays, baby! I'm dying to travel. I badly need that. Trust me! I have reached a stage where I badly need a break from work and graveyard shift. This life sucks, I know. But, it also goes without saying that I have started to enjoy my work. I am getting fulfillment out of it. No prize for guessing: I ain't leaving my job as of now.Par mujhe chutti chahiye.
For starters I have already completed a year at work and the time I'll ask for chutti..add 6 months extra..do the months=18 months. Will the boss give my most needed luxury or shrug me off?! That's the question, Baby. I can't pronounce myself on that. But, but I am dying and badly need holidays for a change. I can already picture myself lying on the beach in Goa, sipping beer and gorging on super hot chicks clad in bikini.
To that, I sign out. Remem..it's Monday and blues has just started.A good reason to claim for holidays.
Have a great and awesome day

2011-08-21

God on hot seat-part 2

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Hey God welcoming you in my abode..sorry hot seat..Guess, if all goes smoothly we can make it a monthly or a fortnight affair. Unfortunately, you didn't respond to my set of questions. Guess, it sent a tizzy down your spine and you went speechless for days. Did you questioned your own authority? I hope so coz I question my own existence and you, of course.
God, rest assured I am not an atheist.I believe in a super power but I refuse to adhere blind to the 'unquestionable faith' and pre-established rules advocated by many of your ardent followers. Sorry, I cannot subscribe myself to the theory and there so many self acclaimed God who want to snatch away your glory and existence. Come on, God, speak to me. As you have noticed, I haven't thrown my questions at you till now as a means of protest of your unwillingness and perhaps arrogance of not replying to my queries.
Let's get back to question, God. When I was small, I would patiently await for Dad to come back home and he was late, I became restless and prayed to you so that you can send Dad back home. When he came back, he looked at my anxious face and asked, were you worried? I smart shrugged off his concern and said in my tiny voice, no! Well, how he knew about it? Did you communicated my worry to him. Well, thank you. Today, I ain't gonna be mean to you God.
But, question is question: One day, you decided to take him far way from me? I want to know why? I want to share my happiness and grief with him. But, I can't do that. Is he watching over me? Is he present and looking at me? At least, you provide me with an answer?
God, how do you look like? Are you white, do you wear black clothes, show off in trendy blue shoes and carry flamboyant clothes? How do you look like? Black or white..what is the color of your skin? If not, then why people differentiate in terms of Black and white? Are you, Hindu, Muslim or Christian? Don't they say, there is God in every human being? If yes, then why people differentiate in terms of caste, creed or sex? Or you male or female? Then, when people discriminate they are discrimination against your own existence. I'm sorry to say all this but it's my honest opinion. Answers needed fast.

Why is it so difficult to let go of the one we love, God? When we broke up with the one we love the most, there comes a time when we feel our whole has stopped forever. We end up losing the meaning of life and shed tears for that person whom we know that he/she cannot be ours. Why is it so? The more the person drift away from us, the more we want to grow, sleep and eat with that person. How can that person be insensitive to our feelings overtime? Is there any answer to that?
I sometimes wonder whether we could have survived without food. Since I was a child eating was always an uphill task for me. Life would have been easier and a smooth ride without craving for food for survival. I always faced a mammoth task when faced with a plate of food. I know this is silly good.

But, can we survive without food and relationship?
Why is it that when we visit a place for the first time we feel that we have been there before. Is there a thing called reincarnation? Same thing happen when we meet someone for the first. We gel so well with each other and instantly feel an array of great vibes and soulful connection with that person? No one has been able so far to understand the complexities of human life and relationship? Yet you chose to design the world in such a manner?

Are you going to present yourself to me someday and do you have the courage to do so? When will you reveal your form?

Why do I feel scare of undertaking the simplest of task for the first time? Is there any hidden meaning behind it or have I been designed in such a way? Don't do that. Don't touch this. Why are we humans so reluctant to embrace the newest thing in life?

Why do I have the tendency to dwell so much in the past and the world of impossible?Is imagination a prelude to the forthcoming? Why am I so reluctant to let go? I want to understand the entire gamut and complexities of human existence?

Dear God, some more questions will do?! I think that you can afford being on the hot seat for some time considering the unplanned design you hold for me:

Why do things doesn't come the way I want it to be? Why is it that a bad surprise always comes my way?
Why people have so much ego in themselves and makes life difficult for others and for themselves?

Why do I end up screwing things so many times?

Why can't I meet my deadlines and do things according to planning? It always fails?

Why is life unfair sometimes and I end up in a soup?
Lots of why's buts and ifs in this life. If only you care to answer. If you still feign ignorance we shall continue this exercise and you will be sitting on the hot sea. I intend to do it till I get my answer. Take your time God and see you soon.
Cheers

2011-08-19

If Friday was a woman

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Is the frenzy, hum drum of the week ever getting over?
I count the seconds, hours, days on my fingers..
Holy fuck..Is Friday really coming?
As I wonder over the ailments during the week..
...fever, cough, throat infection, tiredness and neck pain..
Behold! The odd timings and the act of too much on my plate forbid me from running away from office.
It's a week full of intricacies, unplanned and complex stuffs on a roll.
Agree! A fulfilling week and full of challenges.
Undrastic yet new shift in tasks.
The starting life of both a reporter and sub editor.
I longed for Friday like a obsessed lover yearning for his sensual desire.
It gives an orgasm yet it does.
If Friday was a woman!!!!
I wonder.Yes! I did wonder.
It could have been a statue, perhaps the statue of liberty.
My quest for physical and financial freedom would have started.
Yet Monday shall come and the frantic serach for freedom of the mind would have been an ever non lasting journey.
Friday, finally came.
I'm adoring it.Wanna make love to Friday.
Vodka or Whisky on the rocks.
Happy Friday

2011-08-15

Corruption free, tolerant India:Too much to ask on I Day?

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Freedom at Midnight. Aug 15 turns as we bask on past glory, success and future challenges on our Independence Day. As Indians, we take great pride in our national flag and anthem. I do not oppose this view as I belong to the school of thought that believes that our Jnana Gana Mana is the most beautiful and emotional anthem in the world.

This I-Day should have been so special for us. We won the world Cup in an almost dramatic way, Anna Hazara led our young nation in demand what is rightfully ours: acountability. As a nation we have suffered for long at what I call the apathy of our corrupt netas.We also lost our Elvis Presley, the endearing,lovable and flamboyant Shammi Kapoor. We pressed for the Lokpal Bill and if it bears completion it shall be a great victory to our young nation. However, it looks like a distant dream as a result of the apathy of our political rulers.Are we in a state of reboot?Is the right to Information Act a case of restart our machine? Well, these questions need to be adressed urgently.
The terror attack in Mumbai has put into question our freedom and pride as Indians. As we utter Not Again in Mumbai we are compelled to question the assurance given by corrupt babus and netas? Are we really free as a nation? Do we just sit and take pride in Jnana Mana on August 15? No considering that immature decisions are being imposed upon us as we watch speechless and defenceless? Case in point:Raising the drinking age to 25?
Sorry to say India is not free as a nation.There is still the huge divide between Bharat and India where millions in rural India are still denied access to quality education. Well, more emphasis should be laid on Education if we want to catch up with China. Poor infrastructure make us prone to terror attack and water logging during monsoon. There is a feeling of inequality among different ethnnic group. We are intolerant to homosexuals, free sex and live-in religion. Secularism is a lost word.
True India is booming in terms of the economy and the youth have better jobs with attractive with pay packages and we don't need to move to foreign shores in quest of better jobs and associated perks.Yes, we are intolerant as a nation. Someone like MF Hussein was compelled to leave his own country and die a sad and tragic death. Very sad.
As a young Indian, my take is that I am proud to be Indian and will always be. But, but I wish we were more tolerant to everything and please we should break away from the shackles of morality and extreme religious views. We should feel protected and secure in India and let's erase the evils of corruption. Learn to understand each other's culture and win the war against corruption. Dream wish: We want Lokpal Bill to be turned into reality.
Happy Independence Day
Proud To Be Indian.
Once an Indian always an Indian.
Jai Hind

2011-08-14

Yearning for personal space

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Hey guys, been facing an irritant since the few days..lagta hai ke mein Viral fever ke shikhar ho gayaa..had to skip Aarakshan twice..Wednesday and today. I am bugged by the flu and the throat infection. Brownie point: It's a shame. So far failed to cut smoking when I should..in the times of flu..I'm feeling so shitty and the flu preventing me to put on a proper post on the blog, reading an completing my short story. Same old story na..Still, I'll try something out on the blog..Waise, Happyy Raaksha Bandhan:)
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Chal, I'll try out yo vent out something outta here. Something that got to do with my present state of mine: mild depression. As a human being, it oft happens that I go into my shell. You woke up a day and have a gut feeling that everuthing or most of the things will turn awry. You decide to go into your shell and prefers minimum contact with fellow human beings. Psychologists and sctentists term it as: withdrawal symptom.
Guess me suffering from the withdrawal thing today. But, But I ain't doing dat bad coz I spoke top some people today. Guess, it got to do for my need for space. I crave for space and do my own things without being the least disturbed. Introspection or the need for Identity. Difficult to ponder on the matter coz i am quite confused right now.
For pointers, after 3 spoke to Mom for the minimum coz there is a need for me to practice the virtue of silence. As good as it gets. It got to do with my hectic work schedule as I have to speak to people when the mood is not really giving in to be the fucking male version of Miss Congeniality. I know one tend to fall in the trap of not living up to the identity but as a professional, one has to comply and try to be lovey lovey with colleagues and whoever that matters to make the work ride quite smooth. Well, that an unsavory perk of being a working professional. At the point of sounding anti social you end up putting an act. An act of mistaken identity as one finds himself alone, he tries to live up to his real self and prefers his much desired space.A time happens when you really want to tell the world. STOP! I need my space and it's personal and go get a life. A burning desire to cut off from the world as you have the blog, books and MYSELF for company. No social networks, friends and people can substitute for that. I personally crave the need to alone and cut from the humdrum of life.That's my life and I'm entitled to my own solace. I ain't gonna trade anything for that. I have my freedom to think anything I want and free from the judgement of the world. It's me and my world. Sure I am withdrawing and have all the rights in the world to do so. I am at ease to reflect on the past failures, bask in the glory of my own extravaganza and be completely wild in thoughts. It's gonna be crazy. Doesn't matter. I might be a misfit to society's best laid out rules or social mores. It gives fodder for thought. It's my space and I'm loving it to the fore. Some call it the aha moment. You know that you are free to think and free to act the way you want coz you are faced with your own self and identity. There is no one to disturb your thought process and you can afford to be a hero in your own eyes and without being opposed. I mean it's very true and your aura and confidence grows 10 fold. How one wish life was like that in reality and no asshole will come your way. A far cry from real life.
Cheerio.

2011-08-12

30 Things That Will Make You Feel Old

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Hey folks wassup? Been suffering from fever, cough due to the change of the season..bah!30 resons to cheer me up and you as well as we travel down memory lane.Received this as a forward mail from Meghna..cool na..Reasons not to grow old or to do so in a dignified manner.
Cheerio

Duuno abt u guys but am definitely feeling ancient now :(

30 Things That Will Make You Feel Old –
1. Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge was released 16 years ago.