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Sweet christmas

Day was 24th December 1986, What mom! that is so cheap.Stop doing that.
Ohh, sorry son, I thought, you might like it.

Same day , year 2016,  Its a beautiful christmas eve, and we are planning to spend it with family and today is the last day of year in office. Wow! they have called santa claus, i mean a person enacting as a santa claus. He is distributing sweets to everyone.
Everyone is rushing towards him and he is going to everyone`s place and greeting them, and is being greeted by everyone. Being a Santa he has to give away sweets as that is what we relate santa with, since our childhood. He is having a few chocolates and assorted sweets or toffees as i may call it.
And i being lucky one, got a small chocolate. It is such a jovial and happy atmosphere created by the Santa. Everyone is saying thanks to the santa and leaving the office by cheering and wishing each other. Many of us are keeping there chocolates and toffees safe in there pockets. May be like me everyon…



IPC 377......bloody gays. They must be shunted out of the society. They are a blot.
 Ohh! Who is that idiot shouting. That is a father who is not able to digest the  fact that his son is a gay.
I am still wondering why is he so annoyed, so baffled, that he is shouting. A moron, but his son is still not thinking that way. He still wants to convince his father that it is not his fault that he has this orientation. He is like this since his birth. He is another idiot too. I am giving a verdict on this, that makes me an idiot too three four........
But still i will place my opinion, oops, not opinion but verdict. Freedom of speech, LOLZ.

To the father:- Dear unfortunate father, its sad that your son is not living
his life your bloody way. That makes him such a sinner, compartmentalized, selfish individual.Your son, who lived his life scared and in a kind of hideout, created his own bubble world around him.He was scared that his family may n…



wondering, wondering, i am just wondering, how can i write what i want to convey or may be what i feel. Who the hell am i to convey anything to anyone. i just want to share what i feel. And the most interesting thing is that i try to define what i feel. Isnt this similar to someone trying to explain GOD.
You explain him and you diminish(what should be the right word) his very own existence. Something which can be explained or is define-able has to be measurable, than how can it be God. All the religions/communities with common beliefs try to explain or even the spokespersons of these religions actually explain God. Now that is contradictory.
It is good to talk about him, to feel him, to be him. But the spokespersons giving a verdict are weird. Actually i find them weird. May be they are not, but i dont become synchronous with them, As they try to take away my freedom by defining God at first stage and then defining the rules for me to make him manifest out …

New UnClear Nuclear

New UnClear Nuclear

From joint families to nuclear families, changing cultures with changing colors.
The futuristic cliche is now being widely used. We say "Its my life, i can do whatever i want, i am not hurting anyone".

There is a very thin line which is becoming even thinner, between being selfish and nuclear.
There were times when families used to be joint. And then the transition from joint to nuclear family.
And now another pseudo development coming up, from nuclear family we are moving to nuclear self.

We have raised our egos so high, that we are unable to live in a social web. From Man being  a social animal, transition is happening to again being an animal.

I heard that the word father was invented for a certain reason. And that reason was to civilize and socialize the society. Being Nuclear and beating the social norms to find happiness is just a MYTH, a bubble. There is nothing as eternal happiness anywhere. But to bear the psychosis the social system developed yea…

Competing Wo-Men?????

Competing Wo-men

Women- An interesting topic for every man.You can smell the male prejudice and chauvinism here. Ain`t it?
 If you don`t, there is something, "certainly" wrong with you?

Men- All men are dogs. Male bashing, wow, interesting. Ain`t it? PJS (Preoccupied judgemental syndrome).

A race which had been going on since centuries, and recently has turned excitingly exciting. Men sometimes,(ohh, let me correct- most of the times) refer to those cliches' and possess that stereotypical image of a woman. On the other side, what other side?. women take us the same way, the same age old stereotypical-ism prevailing about us, THE men.

Sometimes i wonder, from where did we got this amazing organizational ideology of women liberation. This must be an invention by a MAN for sure.
I think the man who started this must have had convinced the women that they are not liberated. So, a wonderful race began where women wanted themselves to be equated in the virtual world created by t…


Why are we all seducing our ownself, for the sake of happiness. Happiness is real, only when shared. Isnt that true?
Cities have grown bigger and hearts have become smaller for adjustments and compromises, the essential keys, to the civilization.
In the race of finding things/treasures which make us materially valuable, we are losing the very own reason of existing together.

Actually, we like things to be complex. May be, to satisfy our own ego and let our ownself know that we are going to solve the complexities one day. We love only and only our urges and are seduced by them in an unsolvable-ly complexed way.
The very own reason of seducing oneself and luring oneself from one platform to another is just like working in a tessaractial illusion.
Just dont know where it starts or for a reason ends.

We developed a society on the basis of parents, family, community and togetherness.But in the garb of our own urges we just became there slaves and submissive to them. This…



O My God! Its Friday, 05:20 PM and i am in office.  No No don't get me wrong, its not about Friday night party.
Instead, its something more substantial and concerned with comfort.
Actually, i need to catch a metro by 1715 else i will be in deep trouble.Almost all the offices call it a day at 1730. And if i by mistake co-incide with the same time. I wont even get the place to stand in a metro TRAIN. Yes i am serious and talking about a TRAIN. But believe me, i am in a city where it does makes sense. I am in Delhi or New Delhi, as they may call it. But to my horror i am already late.

Finally i manage to cover 2 km to reach metro station in around 27 minutes because of the craziest traffic in the world. I may take the liberty to say that it is not a straight road of 2kms, rather, it is a straight Round about of 2 kms.where anyone can come from any side. Traffic rules!!!...they are just a myth here.

At 1757, i press my feet on metro station and regular comm…

GOD and effort


I have tried a lot to meet THE God. And i have failed like many others do.
But i think, the only reason i could not meet him is that I WANTED to meet him.
And this desire of WANTING to meet him was taking a shape of the EFFORT.
And i think an effort can never help you meet him.
Efforts can only help to attain certain goals and goals are never bigger than your own efforts.The more you give your self into the efforts the more bigger the goal becomes.

Suddenly, i realized that to attain him, to feel him, I need to eliminate my efforts and become effortless. Away from all the thoughts and away from the sanity and insanity. I should be submissive to his will. I am his own part, and i can not have a will to love him or not.
Only his love will PULL me into itself and will help me be him.That will be the final and the only meeting.



Just imagine an era when a kid asked his dad "Dad when is your wedding anniversary?" Dad must be replying. "Anniversary! Now what is that?". That must be an era when there was nothing known as time or may be counting the time, days or nights. How it must have had started first counting the days than calling them a week, month, year and so on. Than it must have been difficult for the inventors to invent the hours, minutes, seconds than further to microseconds, picoseconds and femto-seconds. OMG. When will this be stopped.
Actually we invented something what we call competition. If not with anyone else than must be with our ownself. Racing, and racing hard.
We want to make it before the time. BEFORE THE TIME. Do we really know the amount of hours or seconds we have in our life. I dont think anyone knows that. So, technically speaking the parameter or the reference we had drawn is itself fake, Ain`t it?. The biggest source of dissatisfaction. Every per…