Rabba mera yaar miladere...

There she was. Right in front of me. Looking deep into his eyes. Beautifully carved eyes. Neatly done liner.. just the required amount. Invigorating smile, naughtiness in her eyes, love, affection, wanting...

She was touching him with great fondness, warmth. Gifted hands depicted her sensuality. right sense of dressing. She seemed to know what shade jeans is right on her, what sorta top complimented it... correct pair of sandals added extra beauty, grace to her cute feet. Soft and silky hair, good sense of fitness. There was every reason to go mad over her. She was just the girl I needed.

I sat there wondering. Such girls aren't seen everywhere... rare ones I always dream about. It was so nice to watch her. She touched him again and here I felt the warmth. She was gently stroking her fingers against his. She held them, tightened the fist, turned, squeezed, felt his skin, rubbed her shoulders against his. She was all over him.
I felt restless...
I looked at him in amazement. How lucky he was or so I thought. He seemed to be least bothered. slightly turned-away posture. Pleasant looking, average body, basic dressing. No special expression on his face, He seemed to be talking normally, completely unturned by her touch and moves. It looked like she was trying to woo him.

Wow! How does this happen !! She is all I ever wanted in a girl. So damn difficult to find them nowadays. at least in a city like Bangalore. not sure. Couldn't understand what really won her heart. Is he intelligent? But that cant alone be a reason for this intimacy. What exactly are the words, what behavior is that that she found admirable. Why is that I never get to meet these girls ever and why are they not single ever? I thought helplessly.

Not quite an apt view for someone single. Heart screamed in helplessness. How, exactly how to meet one such girl in this society? Where do I find someone who introduces me to them coz they don't entertain someone who speaks to them directly. Why are they scared of strangers so much, why do they live in that nutshell called network? How am I supposed to get through? I just don't find other type of girls as interesting as these ones. It doesn't turn me on at all. But no friend of mine knows this kind of a girl. Don't these girls understand this fact? What's wrong if someone they don't know tries talking to them, tries to know them. They call it an intention... what is that?
Isn't that the way friends happen? I've stayed single for years now. Am I destined, after all, to meet one girl like this? I wonder... I ponder. It aches my heart. Is it his disinterest that attracts her... No, I don't think so. How could it be? I would have loved her every single second. What a contrast. Is this how it is? I thought, thought n thought.

May be it's the society, maybe it's the culture or maybe I don't know. How come I didn't get the courage to continue with whoever came along? This choosiness is painful. But what is life lived in compromise. Who do I ask? God is not in a mood to answer just this question!

She bent over to him. Looking deep in his eyes. His eyes were somewhere else. She kissed him. My heart skipped a beat. Coffee day didn't exist, I was forgotten along with the crowd. How deep it felt, how deep it ached. It wasn't very polite of me to watch a couple like that. But my longing heart wouldn't care. It wasn't enough that I started a bad day. Coffee day radio decided to name the event with a song at the appropriate time.

Rabba mere yaar miladere...


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MERA BHARAT GHULAM

Oh yes… I can feel the heat. I can feel the anger when someone insults our slogan. Did I say anger? Sorry read it as ‘annoyance’. How can we be angry? We are Indians, right? At the most we can feel a little annoyed when someone beats us, cheats us or loots us of our freedom. Anybody can walk over us… strip us off and do whatever they wish. Yes, we do feel angry sometimes and express in a very polite manner. We light candles, walk in peace protests. We march the peace protests like our sacred cows in a permitted boundary by the Government. And who are we fighting against… the Government !! It’s like asking a thief to watch over our valuables.

I read somewhere that terrorists have been disturbing us for 25 years now… holy____ TWENTY FIVE years!!! Wow, isn’t that great? God herself won’t tolerate this but we are Indians you see. More patient than the almighty. Yes, we’ve expressed.. and been expressing. I see the terrorists sitting in a corner and planning on opening a candle factory. The more people they kill…more candles will be sold.

Someone calls himself some sort of ‘Moral Police’ and beats women in public. Who told them ‘pubs’ are bad places? Exactly how would they explain ‘loving’ or ‘being lovers’ is against Hindu culture? They can’t explain it…in fact, they don’t need to explain it. They know the secret. The secret that many Rulers of India have known that “we are sheep”. We don’t dare to ask. We won’t stand up in the first place let alone asking be.

Which Hindu scripture asks us to disrespect women by beating or abusing them? Which scripture suggests us to sell our perverted thoughts in the form of ‘sex books’? Which holy scripture in the world is in favor of promoting ‘child pornography’? But it’s all over here…everywhere. The so called ‘moral police’ don’t fight this? They won’t. They only fight against innocent lovers.

Our land is a land that taught the world how to see God in women. How could these Rama sene fellas forget this when they raised their hand on women? They bring shame to Rama. We were ruled by invaders for more than 600 years… yes SIX HUNDRED. It’s not because they were strong. It’s because we were not. Let’s face it. Truth does not change just because we close our eyes. We are a third-world country(poverty stricken) not because we lack resources…but because we lack resourcefulness.

Please… people, for God’s sake. Lets Get up, Stand up and VOICE our birth right. Remember you and I work hard and pay taxes for all these uneducated idiots. The breakfast that our C.M eats comes straight out of our pockets. The police and the Government are not here to rule us but to serve us. It’s a system we’ve adopted for our security. They brought our night life rights to 4 am, then 2 and then they said 11.30 pm. Tomorrow they’ll ask you to be home by 9pm because it’s a healthy lifestyle. They know ‘all we can do is to walk around MG road with placards in our hands’. Let’s remember that the Police does NOT decide what we should do but we do and we pay them for the service.

I whole heartedly appreciate those who at least organize some protests. It feels bad to see that hardly a few people participate. Do you want to wait until your own sister is molested, until your own brother is beaten up. Fellow Indians, Bhagavad-Gita itself says “Vinashaya cha duskritam” (to annihilate the evil miscreants). Our politeness should not be the result of our fears but our strength.

I wrote this because I love my country…because I care for my people. Mera Bharat is truly Mahaan but not unless we stand up for our rights.

Witty One liners

I have a thing for Intelligence... nothing like a great humor of sense.
These are some I found:

-Why is "abbreviated" such a long word?

-Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

-Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?

-If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from?

-Why do you press harder on a remote-control when you know the battery is dead?

Dark - Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory.

-Crowded elevator smells different to a midget.

-About Car Seat: Front-Kids cause accidents. Rear-Accidents cause kids.

Funny facts:

-Canada is an Indian word meaning 'Big Village'.

-Castor oil is used as a lubricant in jet planes.

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