believe it or not...the opposition leader of WEST BENGAL, doctorate MAMATA BANERJEE, on her address to the press cracked the wrong nut...hehehehe...stupefied her position, and made a laughing stock of herself as she cried...we condemn the 7% hike of SENSEX...wtf...its not sensex...its inflation mam...someone plz teach her...side kar side kar...kuch sikha yaar...
oh India!my India
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Monday, 31 March 2008
Sheila Dixit celebrates her 70th birthday!!!
happy b'day 2 u mam.
but mam standing on this ground today, as the INFLATION is peaking and creating and breaking its quite unpopular record...u are cutting a 70kg eggless cake, which took 3 days 2 b in its shape(atleast one good thing, if at all, some xtra income 4 d bakery ppl...hehehehe).
oh!!! INDIA, my INDIA.
but mam standing on this ground today, as the INFLATION is peaking and creating and breaking its quite unpopular record...u are cutting a 70kg eggless cake, which took 3 days 2 b in its shape(atleast one good thing, if at all, some xtra income 4 d bakery ppl...hehehehe).
oh!!! INDIA, my INDIA.
Monday, 17 March 2008
He loved her too…
Kashmir was the place where the then couple celebrated their 15th wedding anniversary. Mrs Vasant had never thought that it would be their last one together. Mr. Vasant Venugopal didn’t think twice, didn’t compromise for his family. For his two daughters aged 10 years and 7 years, for their inquisitive eyes, when they would stare towards the door thinking that atleast tonight their father would be back. Thinking…What went wrong?
He loved her more than Mrs. Vasant. And love sees nothing. It just happens. Yes it is blind. Yes everything is fair in love and war.
"Finally, this is all I have left of him," Subhashini Vasant says with tear packed eyes, pointing towards a two and a half foot square wood-and-glass box…"This flag. Some photographs. My children. And that aching space in my heart." The tri-colour flag that draped Mr. Vasant Venugopal laid folded in that box.
Yes, the extra-marital affair of this veteran of the Kargil War was with his Motherland, who gave his life on the 27th of July, 2007 only to stop eight Pakistani terrorists who were intruding just in order to disturb His Motherland.
This grateful nation will never read his name, like many, in the pale pages of history books. Mrs. Subhashmi Vasant received the Ashok Chakra for her husband’s immeasurable contribution on The Republic day, 2008.
We Salute You.
This gives us yet the somewhere lost urge to stand up, stand up for our Nation.
he loved her too...
Great moment: Chief of Army Staff General J.J. Singh and his wife Anupama Singh with family members of Col. Vasant at their residence in Bangalore on Saturday.(pic courtesy THE HINDU)
Thursday, 21 June 2007
if I get her...
(please note, this article of mine also appeared in THE STATESMAN VOICES , dated-10th feb., 2005)
FLASHBACK. It was 24th Sep., when she went up and down my body, touched me with her lips. I raised my eyebrows. She smiled and went away. That instance was unforgettable. I followed her, trying to stop her, to return the gift. She didnt stop.
Zoom out. Present tense. Friends, will you help me? I cannot concentrate on my studies any more...if I get her...When I put off the lights, sit in the corner of the room with the radio whispering, thoughts of her prick at the back of my mind. She comes and just steals me, conscience, my sleep, my dream. I know I'm stupid because I think that by closing the doors and windowsshe can be blocked from boggling my mind.
But she is omnipotent. I pull my blanket well over my head. Hide inside it. Again, its shows my stupidity for she winds her way inside. Buzzing that special 'bell' that is cordially invited by my eardrum. But like a dream she vanishes... Her touch, her thought, her presence, her down-to-earth kind of attitude has simply taken my breath away. When I see her playing with the stray dogs, giving equal attention to everyone, and showing the same gentle behaviour towards me makes me feel so obsessed.
She tortured me a lot. I couldnt sit for my half yearly exams because of her. I want to reach out to her but dont know her name. Hardly any means of talking to her...total communication gap.
Its the unkindest cut in my life for I see it on the television, happening to neighbours, happening to lakhs and lakhs of people... it even made me stop going to school. I used to spend most of my time in the bed and think... if I get her...
I was totally blank, on the verge of extinction, becoming her prey. It still shakes me. Thank God, I have snapped out of it now. I know "it is easy when you are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted" but friends, I am serious and dont want anyone else to bear the same pain.
Do use repellents and sleep inside mosquito nets to avoid becoming "her" victim and suffer from malaria...
Yes, if only I could get my hands on her...
FLASHBACK. It was 24th Sep., when she went up and down my body, touched me with her lips. I raised my eyebrows. She smiled and went away. That instance was unforgettable. I followed her, trying to stop her, to return the gift. She didnt stop.
Zoom out. Present tense. Friends, will you help me? I cannot concentrate on my studies any more...if I get her...When I put off the lights, sit in the corner of the room with the radio whispering, thoughts of her prick at the back of my mind. She comes and just steals me, conscience, my sleep, my dream. I know I'm stupid because I think that by closing the doors and windowsshe can be blocked from boggling my mind.
But she is omnipotent. I pull my blanket well over my head. Hide inside it. Again, its shows my stupidity for she winds her way inside. Buzzing that special 'bell' that is cordially invited by my eardrum. But like a dream she vanishes... Her touch, her thought, her presence, her down-to-earth kind of attitude has simply taken my breath away. When I see her playing with the stray dogs, giving equal attention to everyone, and showing the same gentle behaviour towards me makes me feel so obsessed.
She tortured me a lot. I couldnt sit for my half yearly exams because of her. I want to reach out to her but dont know her name. Hardly any means of talking to her...total communication gap.
Its the unkindest cut in my life for I see it on the television, happening to neighbours, happening to lakhs and lakhs of people... it even made me stop going to school. I used to spend most of my time in the bed and think... if I get her...
I was totally blank, on the verge of extinction, becoming her prey. It still shakes me. Thank God, I have snapped out of it now. I know "it is easy when you are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted" but friends, I am serious and dont want anyone else to bear the same pain.
Do use repellents and sleep inside mosquito nets to avoid becoming "her" victim and suffer from malaria...
Yes, if only I could get my hands on her...
Monday, 18 June 2007
Sarcasm
Come and see me, a prostitute
And even you are welcome to this, Jumbo Circus
I am a driver of this constitute
Named the 'WELL OF DEATH'
In the WELL OF DEATH, you dont want me
Nor how I am gripping the steering wheel
In the rear view mirror, I can see
Everyones waiting for me to loose control
Once up and then fucking down
Am in a red alert, dont wanna stop situation
But going round and round
Thats how I am living, the driver of this constitute
I can hear them cheering
Some clapping, some whistling, some abusing
I dont worry, as far as the coins keep on pouring
I'll dance, me-a naked entertainer
The day is over for today,
Waiting for the pimp for my stomach
After the show, the dust has bathed me, this clay
Clayed puppet, thats the way I am being managed
Alongwith me, three other puppets are standing,
The four of us, who took part in the party
Everything mute, the pimp has kept us waiting
No problem for the long wait, cause theres no one waiting for us
The four, interlinked with each other
One mistake - a collision and (f)our lives
Payment not today, but someday near
Said the pimp, and we followed our shadows
Sunrise, curtains went up
and with it followed the regulars
Pain, penetration, pandemonium...
even I do have a heart, even I do have tears
Call me a prostitute-an entertainer
or a driver, whatever, but you denied mine
and excepted the bed of a so-called doctor
I am also a mender...I am a lover
Pressing the horn hard, then stared
Hey liar, remove your dirty lips from mine
More than one beds shared
Even you belong to my level-even you are a naked entertainer
Saturday, 16 June 2007
my childhood gardener was my MOM
hey, its me...gazing out of the door...then, thinking when will i grow, run, fly and reach everywhere & anywhere-i want to...even then, though i wasnt sure about everything going to happen in my life...even then, i had my mom... look at the picture carefully, its my mom...holding me from the back...giving me the right support i needed...then on, doing the same job, everyday...every moment...not even a bit bored...luv u my lady luv...hmmmoooooch
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)