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Hair and There!

In Humor on December 5, 2011 at 11:21 pm

Every morning presents me a dreadful vision. I see my beloved friends leaving me. Some singles, some couples, some as a small nuclear family and some like a part of wedding party. Never the less they just leave. No strings attached and no emotions involved. They separate and bid adieu. No looking back or no words of parting. They just slip away. With every morning bath I see my black lustrous hair leaving my scalp and never returning back.

Balding is slow painful process for men. It is nothing like waking up a fine morning & finding wrinkles around your eyes. No ladies it is far worse than that. Specially when you think you are young and ready to  impress any girl with your rockstar looks and thick bob, these fugitive hair remind you that “Buddy, We are leaving!!” They leave when you are combing, when you wash your hair, when you scratch them for Ideas or sometimes even then when you move your hand through your hair as a beautiful lady passes by!! They just don’t stay.

The worst part of balding is, you are not the first to notice it.. and unfortunately you are not the last unless you are complete gone. It starts from various locations. The top left and top right corner starts residing like a low tide sea. The wavy canopy holds the field for few days, but alas they also drop their veil. Some times it starts from the back of head where the swirl is. This is the worst place, because here people tell you that you are balding but you just can’t see it by your own. You have to believe them even if you don’t want to. The slow painful process once started has no end till your scalp is as shiny as SG Club ball before the first delivery.

A balding guy is a salesman’s delight. He believes everything you tell him about regrowing hair. From gels and spells, lotions and potions he can try anything to stop his parting family. He can even puncture his scalp for thousands of times to get that shade of hair back on the sterile scalp. He can get a poly-ethylene cap to pretend a hairy cover. He eats white granules and drinks green oil. He takes desperate measures to grow them back. Spends money to bribe them and stop. But all goes down the drain along with the hair that give such a heart ache.

Once the majority clears the ground. The balding person painfully swallows the truth. People joke and laugh on his agony. He gets new nick names and shoe shine kits. He is now more experienced and appears more mature. Some try to compensate the body hair by experimenting with facial hair. Some grew beard or Mustache but once gone there is nothing coming back on the top of the table.

Fortunately right now there is nothing much for me to worry about. I am simply blaming the pollution and water for the loss of hair. In fact those with a big fore head are lucky persons. So consoling myself I can say that  I am not balding I am just getting luckier these days 🙂

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Porn and We

In Dil Se on December 1, 2011 at 11:09 pm

Sunny

So now here we are talking about a porn star in open and public, in front of kids and elderly alike. Sunny Leone entered into the big boss house and simultaneously into our coffee machine chatting. She is every where. Every one is discussing her, searching on web for her. Downloading and openly sharing her pics on ‘social networks’. There is nothing wrong we feel in doing this, even if kids listening to radio and watching TV call each other sunny and do stuff what she is doing on the idiot box. In fact we get inspired and charmed by her profession and her chosen way of life. We can even go ahead and announce a movie on her where she don’t even have to take her cloths off or suck upon men to get paid.

There is nothing wrong in porn. Every one watches fantasizes it. Every teen has his/her favorite porn star and dedicated porn type. But it is something very personal and intimate. You don’t talk with your spouse or boss about your porn collection. It is personal treasure. Unfortunately this personal treasure is now opened wide to everyone. Without any age discrimination. A 5 year old now asks his father what a porn star does? Is it the same what you and mom did?? Kids are curious, they are fragile and delicate. What they are watching and listening so openly now is something which they are too young to apprehend. This is one such area of life where you are fortunate if you learn by your own. At the right time from the right source. A civilization where commercial sex (Porn) is so widely accepted is sure to degrade.

Kids and Porn

Kids and Porn

It’s not only the toddlers who I am worried for early exposure to the porn industry. I am also worried about our generation where struggling actors and actresses are not hesitating to shed their cloths or dignity to get some name and fame. These are most vulnerable to the general sprouting and acclamation of porn actors in Indian context. The porn industry which is illegal in India will get these cheap and willing actors who will be ready to do ‘anything’ for money. And just like american example the Indian porn industry will also grow and surpass the bollywood.

If such environment of free sex and liberal porn industry flourishes. It will certainly give rise to ‘amateur sex clips’ and ‘hidden camera’ traps. Which will eventually lead to more honor killings and suicides as shown in Dev D where the unfortunate father of a wasted girl commits suicide and hence pushes his kid to world of prostitution. The cases of Sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies, child birth will increase. The lack of abortion rules will cause birth of many unwanted children and unmarried mothers. These are no any hypothetical imaginations. This is what had happened to USA once. And can happen to India also.

Some may say grow up, open up, leave your typical Indian hypocrisy. I’ll say fuck off… Keep your hands on your own crotch. Things to be done in private, are better done that way. Praising and accepting this with a tag of modern thinking is sheer bull shit. If you want to watch porn bloody watch it on your own home theater but do not display or praise it on a freaking national TV.

Another rainy day!

In His Story, Story on September 3, 2011 at 11:47 am

A Rainy Day

I woke up today hearing tender trickle on the window shade!! AGAIN!!!

The sky was dark, darker than when it was during dementors attack in Harry Potter 7. Little drizzle with small droplets of water was coming in from the window onto my face, I was feeling like little kid peeing and splashing his own urine on his pants. The cold intoxicating breeze like a breath of a deadly snake was foul by gutter odor. Gloomy weather, half wet cloths and stinky air were ideal condition to sleep off the idle day and skip work just as Sun did today. But my stomach grumbled and twitched, un-brushed teeth and gas in my stomach made me get up and perform my daily rituals. I had to leave this filthy bliss of bed and rotting warmth of moss infested rug to get going.

Water was already nauseating me, mere mention of it was good enough for me to dry puke and avoid any water contact what so ever. But you know, “Water is Life” and all, I had to use it, to brush, to clean my filth, to wash myself after that. I thought of skipping the bath for a day but if i do that today it would be a week without shower, so I strike out that thought for the sake of hygiene, I dry washed myself with wet tissues and put on a lot of deodorant. I was acting like a deodorant to the deodorant. We successfully cancelled out each others odor. So I put perfume. Nice provogue shirt and comfortable pepe jeans were waiting for me where I dropped them last night. Right at the spot near my spanky clean lee cooper shoes. Rainy season is good for leather shoes, no dirt no whitening of black shoes, whatever little mud that gets on them can easily be scratched out with a pen or nail for that matter, they get spanky clean with a small dip in stagnant pothole water bodies. I found two dried up mismatching (matching is for blouses) socks lying in corner of my shoe rack under old newspapers.I got ready, did my hair in the rayban sunglasses and i’m off to work.

I don’t carry umbrella, Umbrella is for uncles. I buy newspaper. When it’s raining it covers my head and when it’s not raining I can ogle at pictures in Bombay Times. And if a nice girl seats next to me in bus I can always pretend to be reading Economic times and impress her. It’s much much better than Umbrella. I went out, drizzle was still on, Two dogs were making love with each other in this romantic weather, A human couple walked past them in the gutter waters. Holding hands, laughing and dirty talking with each other to get in the tempo. I thought they got inspired from the dogs. I washed my shoes in one of the potholes, they look awesome. I polished them with my pants on the calf. Three girls of my company were standing at the bus stop. I smiled, They giggled, I ogled We moved on..

I found my perfect spot in the bus, I can see every girl that boards the bus. Their wet hair, drenched cloths, charming perfume makes my travel entertaining. Some smile at me, some try to flirt, for some I try to flaunt my muscles through my wet shirt. They enjoy. I like rainy season. It makes girls a bit more horny. I ignore most of them.

I don’t care about office. Work is a pastime to get money and buy more cloths. I don’t smoke. So i bought a water bottle. I add some vodka in it and drink off the entire day. I feel fresh when i get out of my cubicle. The rain continued.

I stay late in the office. My boss gets impressed by that, in the night there is none to complain about my bad alcoholic breath so i don’t have to use mouth freshener now and then. No girls around to disturb me while downloading movies and songs. I ask girls to do my work in day, they get it done from their wannabe boyfriends. I don’t sleep with any of them.

I called cab, the driver was dozing so I gave him some of my booze. I drove like Schumacher He slept in the back seat. Rain went on, there was a girl drunk and puked outside my door, I put her on my Neighbor’s doormat, went in, dropped my cloths. Removed my shoes. And went to bed.

Wishing to God there be no rain tomorrow!

Beauty & Brain

In Dil Se on August 29, 2011 at 3:39 pm

These two words are mostly considered as oxymoron when used for girls. A beautiful girl is mostly assumed to be a dumb and we don’t expect any visual delight from a girl talking sci-fi stuff. A girl with beauty and brain is as rare as a hair over Sehwag’s head. Even if a damsel is one of this kind she becomes too manly to be called as a girl. No wonder there are more blonde jokes than nerdy humors.

But for some people size of bra-in matters more than size of bra. A girl quoting Gandalf is considered hotter than a girl with beach blonde hair. If a girl sends a torrent link on FB then these people are instantly in love with her. They don’t bother about how she looks or dresses or even if she takes a bath every day or not. What matters more is how she can be a pain in ass to your nerdy, self declared Tech-savy friend. They want this girl in their life, They can fantasize to fuck her brains out than to get a free entry to playboy Mansion. for them hotness does not matter as long as she beats you in a game of Scrabble.

The madness over a brainy girl is justifiable. Beauty fades with time but intelligence is refined with age. A person who understands your intellectual and emotional needs gives the greatest pleasure on earth, ‘The Peace of mind’. Imagine the one of your girl friends to whom you can forward a ‘TED’ link and discuss it for hours over the phone or another who is discussing sex and the city and bitching about it’s characters! What will you prefer?

I think society has great contribution in making a beautiful girl dumb. Signs of a girl’s sexual attractiveness gets visible as soon as her t-shirt starts to leave contact of her stomach, and drop freely from her prominent feminine curls. Many hungry male eyeballs stare at her irrespective of her age or relation. More good looking a girl is more she has to face these lolling men. As she grows older she realizes that Men can be slaved by feminine grace and beauty. She tries to preserve her beauty, try to enhance it, she envies anyone who is more popular or beautiful, all her intelligence and brain power works for one goal. Be more popular, more beautiful and get more men to follow her.

Now when so many people are following her, looking up to her owing to her beauty and popularity. A beautiful girl becomes more conscious about her social status and social appearance. She becomes self centered and self pampering. Studies and intellectual upbringing takes a back seat, beauty and fashion takes preference. Adoring parents, over complementing peers and drooling members of society does not let them to learn and live the life hard way. They are always there when she needs any help.Catch her even before she falls.

Dumbness grows and develops like this in early teenage, It becomes prominent when nerdy geeks (males and females alike) make it an issue to overshadow the beauty and defame her. A not so beautiful girl (because of her girly instincts) actually envies her beauty and emotionally harass her. As the time ticks years away things change and life becomes hard, she tries to keep and hold her beauty, her youth and charm. Botox, creams and cosmetic surgeons earn from this helpless struggle. And then when life starts to fall apart, boobs hang and tummy slackens these girl meet their worst fear. “Loneliness”. The depression comes along and finally mental illness.

May be what I am saying here is a bit drastic, little unrealistic and too much dramatic. But look around, see and observe. Why a guy or girl becomes or acts dumb? Why there is more probability of finding a good looking guy or girl dumb? What makes them so ignorant and so negligent about some things so trivial and so obvious? How can you make yourself a bit more presentable and acceptable among your geeky friends? How your over pampered child can sustain the race of higher education? How it can save itself from witty harassment?

I don’t know how many will read this and out of them how many will agree to me. May be I am wrong or may be I think too much. But what ever it is this is what I feel and Writing that matter the most to me!

Virtual Reality of Life

In Dil Se on June 27, 2011 at 3:20 pm

Last weekend I went for a CSR camp. It involved living in rural area with the locals, working for them. Get a feel of what they go through in day to day life. Their hardships and the way they manage to overcome them. It was nothing very frenzy or extra ordinary stuff. All those who had their grandparents coming from small villages have at some point of time in life have experienced this. So I had a “yeah, lets have fun” kind of nostalgic way of looking into it.

But there were also some freshly baked MBAs and Corporate toddlers in our group. And to my surprise they had their lives so woven around social networking site that I was horrified by the way they looked into the matters.

Primary motive of these lads to come to this CSR camp was to add another point in CV.

Doing some trivial country work was a major resume` achievement for them.

Every time any of this bunch of city lads would do some totally villager stuff, each of them will like it, then and there calling out “likes” and showing their thumb ups.

If some one clicks a picture they will bet about number of comments this pic will receive.

For them the coolest photographer is the one who gets 100 likes as soon as he/she uploads a picture on Facebook.

They would continuously talk about GKhamba or some other Tweleb’s tweets.

Many were reciting the latest tweets of Aishwarya Rai’s pregnancy like parrots.

Till the time everyone parted many of them had added half of the crowd to friend list via their iPhone/BB or Androids.

By Monday morning they had created a group on facebook to share photos and tag each other.

Few of the smart asses are putting some vague links of enGadget and Faking news on the group.

Few girls that came, are suddenly having more people liking their profile pics and commenting on them.

Looking at their overall behavior in and out of the “Social Responsibility” camp I feel like whatsoever responsibility they have is limited to only “Online Social Network”. No one was interested in learning the way of living, doing something to improve it. They only wanted their status updates to look awesome and thier photos to get more likes.

These so called social networking websites have actually isolated the individuals. Everyone is wants his/her profile to look cool, they have maximum likes or most of the comments. They should have more followers and more RTs. They are going miles to make their profile look good, spending hours on internet to find and upload things to look cool. Every one is trying to prove their selves, advertise their attitude, drown in self obsession. A complete new breed of narcissists is growing up around us. What are we seriously doing?

Addictions, obsession and over enthusiasm for something is acceptable, but when a line between virtual and real world gets thinner and starts to vanish out It’s the time when we have to wake up. That does not mean deleting your profile or logging out right now, It means that let life be life in two worlds separated as it is separated by worlds one made by God and one made by Man.

Oh My God!! Its Raining!!

In Dil Se on June 6, 2011 at 8:23 pm

Rain

The emotions behind this expression can be anything. It can be a romantically excited sigh of young love birds. Joyful scream of a football crazy lad. Irritated curse of a hurrying house woman running towards cloth drying line or a surprised expression out of a young man dressed in office formals caught by unannounced rain on his way to work.

Rain brings mixed feeling to the world. From a joyous celebration of new life to a choked gutters of old sewer lines. Every one acknowledges the rain. It does not come in stealth mode like winter nor it comes in full bloom like summer. It comes like a long distant relative, who arrives undeclared but brings joy to the family. For me the meaning of its arrival has changed since when I was a little kid. Every rainy Monsoon is new for me. More like a start of all new life every year.

When I was a little kid I used to embrace the first rain at my grandpa’s house. The old house was in typical Indian village. We cousins used to gather there for our summer vacations. It had a huge front yard with a cow shed, few Mango trees, a Banyan tree, A huge pile of hay for cattle, a small servant quarter, a well and a big farm just beyond the bushy fence. We used to play there day and night through out the summer. But then On one fine day hot summer weather will start to change. Black clouds will gather and big thunderous lightening will brighten the whole world. Every thing will go air bound in minutes. Girls would scream and run inside the house. Boys will remain outside as if to fight the storm out. We would jump on the hay pile, blow the leaves into the air with our hand. The whole world used to look like into a marry dance to welcome the annual guest of Nature, The Monsoon. After the thunderous announcement first rain would finally arrive. Sheets of water droplets from heaven with strong Geosmin would fall on earth. Everything used to get drenched in the first shower. Grandpa would join us kids into the rain along with the whole family. The first rain is believed to be holy. Getting drenched in it will remove all your illness and make you ready for yet another year. The first rain dance of the season was more than just a joy for a little kid in me.

As I grew older and started going to school arrival of June changed its meaning. The scent of first drop on soil used to bring along the scent of new school uniform and new books. Schools used to reopen just after the first rain. All the joy of carefree and boundless summer fun used to go into tight schedule of school and homework. The wet raincoats in class rooms, muddy shoes and soiled cloths would dampen the summer fun. Occasional offs due to heavy rain and a game or two of football in knee deep mud was part of rare Monsoon fun in those days. Bicycle rides through the mud on way to school, scoldings of teachers and mother alike for unnecessary getting the uniform spoiled, Hot chocolate milk and Halwa on catching the mandatory cold. Warm blanket, an awesome book and rocking chair with drizzle of rain on a compulsory sick off owing to the cold still brings warmth in my heart. The Monsoon memories of my teenage are still warm like hot chicken soup in my soul.

College Monsoons were no different from the school days, except the muddy cycle rides were exchanged with long bike drives, football volleyball games were frequent on college’s lush green ground. Bhutta, Sutta, Chai and Samosa would warm the cold shivering days. Long drives into the chilly hills with someone special for the first kiss, Unforgettable moments of taking hands in hand and smelling those intoxicating wet hair drenched in the rain for the first time, feeling that warmth trickling down from her lips into your heart. The passion of first love, the excitement, the shivers and then blaming each other for cold and fever that resulted from the brief encounter in the rain. That’s how rain brought romance in my crazy teenage life.

Now the equation has changed. The joy of life, The joy of romance that comes from first rain has gone. All I have to search for is my last year’s umbrella from the attic, I have to get new shoes for protecting against heavy rain, change routes to avoid water clogged area, I curse small kids playing in mud for spoiling my cloths by water splashes. I get worried looking at the young couples walking in knee deep sewer water. I boil tap water and store it to get rid of the microbes that come from the rains. I hate traveling on road and unknown routes for the possibility of traffic jams or any mishap. I don’t eat from roadside for fear of diseases. I start my home medication from the slightest sign of flue. Everything that I used to like about rain has now changed into my hatred.

Where is that kid who used to dance in the rain? Where is that boy who used to play in mud? And where is that lovely couple who used to kiss every time the land is drenched in water?

No.. The rain has not changed!! I am changed!!

Yeh Daulat Bhi Le Lo,

Yeh Shaurat Bhi Le Lo,

Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Se Meri Jawani,

Magar Mujhko Lauta Do

Bachpan Ka Sawan…..

Wo Kagaz Ki Kashti….

Wo Baarish Ka Paani…

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Do Not Reinvent the Wheel Copy Paste it

In Dil Se on May 26, 2011 at 11:41 pm

They say the prehistoric human who first invented a wheel didn’t know what he was doing. He might have seen round boulders rolling down faster than the square one and that might be the flash of genius for invention of wheel. Since then we have come far from heavy stone wheels to alloy wheels and even moving further to spoke less wheels. But the basic concept of having a round circular minimum friction element to ease the movement of heavier irregular element over the surface of earth has not changed. So that does not mean we have invented various wheels but that means we just innovatively found various ways to use the wheel.

Most of the times in our professional life especially when we are infants crawling into the corporate world we do not understand the meaning of this “not reinventing the wheel” term. When you are an engineering graduate freshly out of oven of practical and manual calculations you tend to verify everything you do with a critical scale. You do not believe in the rule of thumb or standard practices anymore. You feel that being an engineering graduate you should know what goes behind this stuff. How every stuff works? You then start digging into the matter; you question age old standards and practices. You try to make difference by adding your own inventions. Your efforts can be right, logically correct but utterly useless.

Unfortunately this world does not revolve around technical superiority. This era demands innovation not invention. Innovations are someone else’s invention wrapped and decorated by your intelligence. Many of these innovations have copy pasting as a major inspiration. Innovations cannot be pulled out of thin air. Each innovation needs to have an invention in its backbone. Hence to make some innovative findings we have to copy paste the original invention and edit, re-paste, debug and rerun it to make it look like an innovation. The decorated innovations sell. No one looks back into the source of cntrl-c. There should be no shame in doing copy pasting if it is easing out some efforts. Although a true copy paster should not be a blind person otherwise there will be some invention to happen for sure.

I believe in copy pasting. Every engineer does that during submission period. All the practicals and journals are copy pasted. No one has his Final year project report entirely drafted by him without any kind of wikian copying. It’s not cheating to copy if you have read the whole thing. But blind cntrl-c, cntrl-v exercise does not help. You should at least change the format, active voice to passive voice, combine sentence al the grammar you learned in fifth grade will help to innovate your reports. The same goes correct for your deliverables in a project. Copy and paste whole world is balanced on these two things. It starts from copying phonetics in early childhood to the end of the life. It is the eternal truth and gets better by every cntrl-v hit. It is no shame in copying from a learned in exam, after all you are the one who is writing in the exam, you should get all the marks you deserve. Why to re-invent something which is already available in the answer sheet of neighbouring nerd?

On a closing note I want to remind you all that all the inventions are result of great hard work of their inventors, but all the innovations are result of further more hard work and dedication of the innovators. To innovate you have to do the copy pasting but it’s your ability and skill that make you different if someone else can find your cntrl-v worth another cntrl-c.

Are you Mr. Right?

In Dil Se on April 19, 2011 at 2:17 pm

Are you Mr. Right?

This question is oblivious to you being a woman or a man. Yeah girls, even men ask the same question to themselves everyday. A new breed of metro-sexual men who are insecure about themselves ask this question everyday to the mirror. Am I the Mr. Right? Will I be a choice of any Ms. Right? Is someone searching for me right now? Or will I be one of those unlucky 86 (914 sex ratio in India 😦 ) Do I look good? Do I smell good? Why that other guy is so popular among girls and not me?

If you are a guy reading this perhaps the one who stumbled upon this through Google search then see yourself once again. Do you have a big tummy growing around your west because of inactivity in real world? Or Do you spend 80% of your time searching babes on internet and getting high by dirty chatting with them? Do you have phone pals? You can be extremely funny with an online girl-friend but stammer in front of a female receptionist. If you have even one of these characteristics then perhaps some where deep in your mind you know that you are one of those unlucky 86. You know you are not gonna get the girl you yearn for.

Girls, this breed of digital males is increasing these days. Since the time girls have started choosing their mates, males have become insecure. They think there is no point in fighting among themselves when the most eligible female mate can easily be wooed by a non compatible male. Because of this insecurity these males have started to become obsessed by female ideas of perfect male. That is Mr. Right. Now the question arises how to become Mr. Right?

As we know Woman mind is the most mysterious place in universe. Seeking an answer there is like searching for source of light in black hole. And searching for answer to “Mr. Right” question is beyond scope of male brain. So what do males do? They compare themselves with most successful males. TV/Movie stars, Sport stars etc. They try to become like them. Working out, protein diets, facials, make ups, apparels, accessories have become a part of their obsession. They have started taking care of their complexion, hair, diet, figure, looks. They started waxing, plucking, threading, dying. In the race of becoming the Mr. Right they are actually loosing their Macho image.

But then do all these feminine obsession really succeed? Now this is utmost important question to both the sexes who are reading this. Girls/Boys what do you think about a guy who talks about SPF 40 sunscreen better than Petronas W02 car? or a guy who skips a sports bar hang out for an appointment with hair dresser? Surely you gonna doubt about existence of his testicle sack. But then that’s the reality. There are men getting counseling for  after break up depression. Men who are made polygamous by nature why get devastated after loosing one female mate (in most of cases without mating) ? And do you think these are the Males nature will consider for propagating Human species?

Mr. Right is totally a female concept. To become a Mr. Right is like being born from female “Brain” rather than from her womb. If you think you want to be Mr. Right then be yourself. Be Macho, be testorious not like a sissy. I know girls will agree to me when i say they will choose a guy with testicle sack than a guy with make up kit.

On a closing note i would like to quote a Chinese guy from China Town

“Be a Man, Do the Right thing”

Alone in the corner

In Dil Se on February 8, 2011 at 7:00 pm

“Go to the corner at ONCE!”

She yelled at me! Mother yelled at me! My eyes filled with tears. Heart filled with sorrow. I looked at the stool in corner. I don’t want to go there. I can’t see anything from there. Only walls. I am afraid of being left there all alone. I looked at mother with my sad eyes. But she was very angry. She just extended her finger towards the stool. I had to go there.

That walk towards the corner was dreadful. I remembered all my wrong doings with my every step. I had broken my toy car which dad had brought for my 4th birthday yesterday. It was not my fault at all. I was playing it with Tommy my dog. We were chasing the car. That car had most dangerous criminal of the City. Mr Bad guy. And i was the savior Mr. Hero. I was riding on my most cruel but fiercely fast vehicle. My ride Tommy the quick bolt. We were chasing the car on the highway, through the doorway. In the backyard. Mr. Bad guy was driving it through the Rough terrain. It was very difficult for Tommy to keep up with his pace. But Tommy was not going to let him go easily. Tommy was deadly fear in Bad guy’s heart.

All of a sudden Bad guy decided to fight back. He stopped. He stopped his car and turned around. The road ahead was blocked. There was no way for him to go except to deadly fangs of Tommy. Tommy Never wants to kill anyone. Mr Bad guy took out his deadly weapon. The death ray gun. Tommy and I were shocked. It was if we die or we save the city. We decided to get rid of Mr. Bad guy at once. We jumped on his car. Mr. Bad guy was firing death rays on us. We were dodging, running, hiding from them. Whenever we got any chance we would crash on the car, try to break Mr. Bad guy’s weapon & his only way to escape, his car. The battle was fierce, it was clash of the millennium. But in the last the good guys won. We had conquered Mr. Bad guy. He had no way to go. A wheel of his car was out. And his death ray had fallen into the bucket in the bathroom. We had won. Tommy and I had saved the city once again.

Oh… ! Now i have reached the corner. I can’t sit here. I hate being lonely here. I can’t see what mother is doing from here. All i can listen to is her presence. I look back at her standing with arms on her waist. I look down. Step on the tiny step on stool. Pushing myself up with my elbow i climb on the stool. I sit there with my arms folded, finger on mouth & legs tangling down. Being alone sitting on this stool is the greatest punishment a man can get. i start sobbing. Counting and chanting god’s name with every passing second…..

“Ohkay Honey Come here to Mommy!!!”

She called. At last my punishment was over. Oh my god those were the most horrible 2 minutes of my life. I looked back at her. She was sitting down on her knees with arms open for a hug. I looked at her standing on stool at once. I smiled with the joyful heart, and cheerful eyes. I jumped down all the way down from 1.5 ft high stool. I went running into her.

” I Promise I’ll never do it again Mommy, I Promise!! Just don’t leave me alone there! Please Mommy.. Please Please!!!!”

She said pulling me close to her heart, “Never my Boy, I’ll Never leave you Alone!!”

Namaste!

In Introduction, Welcome on February 3, 2011 at 8:37 am

Welcome to my first blog people!

I think the first blog should tell something about me. I know none of the readers of this article (except me ) are eager to know who I am or how I am or any personal details like that. But as a human tendency I’ll just spill it out in front of you.

But before that I must ask you a Question!

Have you ever felt that you have an alter ego? A person inside you whom you are ashamed of? A part of mind that is so medieval that it can not be opened up in 21st century civilization?

My answer to this was a shy Yes! Out of this world of 0s and 1s I am a different person. My opinion counts there. My relatives, younger brothers, sisters look at me with an eye of admiration. They expect me to be more conservative, Good boy kind of. Where as my friends from college, close buddies those who kinda spoiled me know a different side of me.

I know this Tug of war between alter egos is not new to Our generation. A generation which has ethics of old days to follow and trends of new era to live with. And that is why I gave birth to Farjiaadmi. Farjiaadmi is a counterfeiter. A person who can give you anything anytime but with no guarantee of it’s authenticity. The validity of his statements can be true but should not be questioned. He will ask for o credit, or no recognition but at the cost of no responsibility. He is just Farji!

Now when i have just wrecked your confidence in me i’ll tell you theme of this writing endeavor!

I am a 25 years old (which is India’s demographic age) Indian Engineer. I live in a metro, Serve a MNC, Do some critical stuff which benefits owner of my company and India and this Universe (According to our HR). I am single with no commitments. And as I am like most of other Indians; I wanna be their(our) voice.

The voice will cry out loud some of our regular issues like……

Daily frustration from office/ Goverment policies/ Retarded TV shows/ People behaviors/ Intelligent Conversations/ Findings/ Short Abstract Stories/ reviews/ Photos that my alter Ego will click. Everything and much more will be put in here for Your and mine and entire virtual world’s benefit.

So all in all Farjiaadmi is not a real person but has issues of some real world. And with this food for thought I conclude my prologue and an Honest introduction to FarjiAadmi 🙂

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