Yawn

I had many things on my mind that I wanted to blog about in the last one-month or so. However, I was swinging between sober days and pissed drunken nights regularly. Therefore, I hardly had any time to pull myself together and blog. But on the days and nights when I wasn’t [too] drunk I was too involved taking pictures of wild life and domestic life and life with no life and that sort of thing. The last one month has been a crazy wild time for me. Caught between everything I just did not know what to do. Therefore, to decide what to do, I had to turn to alcohol. However, that did not help either. Nevertheless, I do not regret that at all. I had one of the best times in the recent past. Now the time has come for me to go back to the shit hole in less than four days. So I thought this is the best time for me to pull myself together and blog about all the things that I had on my mind before I go back to the shit hole. It is pouring right now in Bangalore and I totally love the weather. However, the internet is acting like a psycho bitch again so I am not able to access the internet. Nevertheless, I see that as a good thing because if the internet were not acting like a psycho bitch then I would have a reason to not blog and post pone my blog until god alone knows when. Therefore, I seized the opportunity with both my hands, switched off the modem, opened this Microsoft Office Word document, took a deep breath, and began punching the keyboard. I am already beginning to feel good about what I have done. Anyway, I have realized I am frustrated in life already. I am just in my mid 20s if you must know. If you find that hot, and if you are a woman with in your mid 30s then kindly send me an email if you are interested in a one-night stand. Oh and I am a virgin. So I do not have enough [s]experience. However, you do not have to worry I can handle your extreme, multiple orgasms. Ok let us not get into all that. Please pardon the profanities that will soon follow. If you think it is unwarranted, unnecessary then please scroll your mouse across your monitor and you will find a tiny “X” symbol at the top right corner of this webpage. When you successfully find the symbol, please click on it and get the fuck out of my blog. Thank you for your kind cooperation.


So the latest news is that yet another bunch of Indians are “racially attacked” in Australia. Why can’t us Indians just come back to our shit land instead of getting fucked racially all the time in Shitstralia..oh shit sorry I mean Australia. Anyway, as usual we will never learn anything from our mistakes or from anyone’s mistakes for that matter. Go India! Jai ho!


Mayawati spends crores of the taxpayers’ dough on life-less statues all over her poverty-stricken state. In a way, you can think of it as a good way to keep the sculptors in the state occupied in the times like these. Again, once the statues are completed I do not think anyone will benefit from looking at them. Only the sculptors will make good money. Of course, it will inflate our Maya-ji’s big fat Dalit ego. However, the Supreme Court knocked some sense into her and said, “You bitch you better stop hoodwinking us and put an end to the fucking shit that you are doing with your fucked up statues”. Moreover, our Maya-ji said “Theek hain Saab we will stop but I’m fucking warning you if anyone demolishes the parks and memorials I swear I’ll fuck all of you until the President says enough is enough”.

Supreme Court response awaited.


For decades, our beloved Netas and babus travelled the whole world in First class/ Business class as the case maybe even to the most remote part of the world. However, out of the blue our Sonia “firang” Gandhi says [in a heavy Italian turned fake Indian accent obviously] “Arre hum bhi Economy class main chalta hain”! And poof! Her son and all the other Bakhras follow sari..oops sorry I mean suit!
I was wondering, why the fuck was the bitch travelling in First/business class all these years? Poor Sonia-ji. Must be running out of public money to spend on herself. Tsk tsk.
And the best part is, no one seems to fucking realize we are still treated like dumb fucks and live in a made to order..I mean made to believe society filled with such rotten shit. Sigh. My heart sinks in misery when I realize my return ticket says “Economy class”. Sigh. How I wish I could upgrade to First or Business class.

If you wish to make a donation to help me travel in comfort for once, kindly send me your bank details. Nevertheless, do not send your money to Nigerians. They will only empty your bank balance without saying thanks. I will say Thank you so much dude in return. Choice is yours.

Rakhi Sawant is in the news again. I hope her next show is called Rakhi ka Suhaag raat. More than wanting to see a naked Rakhi, I want to see that dumb fuck’s face when he is inside that silicone scumbag. He sure must have balls made of wrought [rot] iron and a missing brain and eyes to marry such a gorgeous item girl. Way to go mister CanadianBusinessmanwillingtosettledowninaamchimumbaijusttohumpaitemwhore. We are awaiting torrent links to your leaked sex tapes. Ooops sorry sex tv shows.

Pakistan continues to deny the involvement of its own citizens in the 26/11 attacks. Because they are having a blast all the time! :P I hope you got the drift.

I hope you also realize this blog lacks direction that most other blogs have. I have to blame it on the unpredictable nature of life. I do not have anything meaningful in my mind right now to share with you. At least I’m being honest. Kindly appreciate that at least.

More meaningless news will soon be updated.

An angel led astray.

How she wished
She could stop this,
This madness.
The tears swell
And stream down her feminine jaws.
Anger.
Hate.
Fill her tender cherubic heart.
The words slash
His weak heart.
With no regret
Shown on her tender face.
He cried.
Begged for mercy.
The demon in her
Stifles the love
Out of her.
His love for her
Offered no shield.
Against the evil
In her.
Her eyes fill
With rage.
Hate
And anger.
Her inner sanctum
Destroyed
By the demon
She couldn't avoid.
The lover's heart
Beat one last time.
The life slipped away
From his gripped palms
He held in prayer.

Swineyamvar?

Rakhi Ka Svayamvar? I mean. Just what the ****. Forget it. Next what? Rakhi Ka Suhag raat?

Shutter bug

Ok for a few years I'd been very interested in photography. Only I was too lazy to take the next step. But finally this year I bought myself a Canon 40D DSLR camera after a lot research, confusion and deliberation. I'm totally in love with the camera. No complaints so far about the camera. I've been travelling a bit as well lately. Now I really think I should take it up a bit more seriously and invest some more money, ok fine lots of money into buy good useful equipment. I hope I get the dividends so enough. I prefer dividends in cash :P I will soon be updating all the pictures I've taken so far. Oh and this is the new photoblog:

http://shutterspeedingdemon.blogspot.com/

Not so Down Under

Ok this is more like a sequel to the original post "Down Under". In the original post I had spoken about the issues faced by Indians living abroad, and the friction between goras and boras[Us Indians]. But I felt I had to come up with this post because after what happened last night. Ok I wasn't brutally attacked or racially abused by goras but was sort of racially attacked by boras at home! Yes you read it right! One of them said if you've got the balls then talk in *****. Oh and he said that in the same language he wanted me to talk in! Ok I've censored the language mentioned by the attacker to make it less obvious just in case one of them stumbles upon my blog! I was quite taken aback when I heard him say this! It was like a trivial issue and one of them got a bit serious and said this! I was enjoying the mild buzz that Guinness beer gives and suddenly I felt a yank by what he said and I came right back into my senses! I suppressed the surge of laughter that filled my already beer logged stomach and made a face as if my bladder was about to explode and bit my lips to avoid saying anything in retaliation and I managed to draw a blank stare until the insinuating mumbling faded away. I stood there motionless with the beer can in my right hand and my left hand in my pocket leaning against the kitchen counter but deep within I was rolling all over the place. Finally when the mumbling faded away, I managed to make sense of what he had just said! I quitely ate my share of dinner, retreated into my bedroom and retired for the day. I began to feel funny as how do people manage to come up with such thoughts! I mean will a person grow balls just because he/she can speak a particular language! Sometimes I wish I was as ethnocentric as these guys are. That way I won't have to be the odd one out amongst the hundreds of such blokes who initially come here to pursue higher education but end up working part time like 24/7 which is quite contradictory to the term "part time"! I do feel sad for such people because they don't receive the exposure back home. They hold on to their insecurities as if they would die if they didn't! I feel so sad. So sad they can't take off their blinkers. This is just the tip of the ice berg. A massive make over is urgently required for us Indians. Language is the biggest cause of our divided nature. In fact, language could be our greatest strength if our thoughts are channelized well. Our problems are deep seated. Fear is another cause for our problems. Fear of being in a new place. Fear of not having family/friends for months together. Fear of not doing routine activities. Fear of not being able to understand the thick British/American accent. Fear of nothing being able to speak intelligible English. Fear of accepting the fact that not everyone abroad is a racist. Fear of losing the herd mentality. Fear of accepting fellow countrymen from different parts of India. We let fear control us. We let fear and insecurity decide our pattern of thoughts. Change is required at the grass root level. Home is the best place for change to take place. We are far behind not just economically, but mentally as well. Meanwhile, I'm praying to god this will happen soon enough.

Manipulative minds

Numb
Cruel
The blood doesn't flow to my head.
An Eerie silence deafens me.
The tears have dried up.
Empty words.
No more strange thoughts in my head.
Fate sealed.

Down Under!

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do" So goes the saying. Every year Indians go to every nook and cranny of the globe to pursue that dream MBA or an MS. It’s imperative, though not an academic or legal requirement, to learn about the culture and understand how life abroad is, before one sets off. As an Indian student studying in England myself, I'm shocked and appalled to see most of my fellow Indians here can hardly form a simple sentence consisting of say 10 words without committing heinous grammatical errors. Having said this, it doesn't mean that I look down on them. My sincere condolences to the poor bloke who was attacked Down Under. Maybe he wasn't at fault. Anyway, we must not tar the Australians as Racists. Racism exists wherever you go. In fact I've faced more racist attacks from my own fellow countrymen than by the "goras" for a simple fact that I can speak English and they [ my countrymen that is ] can't and I can't speak their language and they can! We must collectively take the blame for the recent shocking events in Australia. Over the years, millions of Indians have gone abroad to pursue higher education. Each and every person has left an indelible mark on the Americans' or Australians' psyche as the case maybe. We are equally responsible for our acts. We should take the blame for the poor image we project of our Nation. It’s not entirely Aussies’ or the Brits’ fault, as the case maybe. The best defence is to blend in with the environment. That makes them native people feel less threatened. Instead, we provoke them by ignoring the fact that we are in a different country altogether. Ignorance is not always bliss. Trying to form your own 'desi' communities or groups and continuing our Indian lifestyle even abroad makes the native people feel insecure since the size of the communities or groups is quite large and they see that happen far too often. When the insecurity creeps in, the natives think we are not 'fit' to live in their country. Having said that, it doesn't mean that once you go abroad you HAVE to become all westernised and shed your old skin. By finding a right balance between blending in and yet not forget our roots is very important. This ensures that we project ourselves as more approachable and friendly. Its not only the Indians who are attacked abroad, going back a few years ago, several foreign tourists were raped and murdered in our country. Now this doesn’t paint a pretty picture of our country now does it? India is a country with a lot of problems. But we are a nation with a lot of potential. There is a staggering imbalance between people from modern cities and those from smaller or less modern towns. As a result when students from smaller towns or cities go abroad, the “culture shock” takes its toll on them. So they naturally tend to socialize or meet people from their home town. Over a period of time they become well acquainted and team up and live in groups of 10 and live under a roof meant for 5! Again, this enrages the native people living around them. This unhealthy behaviour should stop. There are many positive outcomes to changing ourselves. So its time we change ourselves. Its time we turn things around.