Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Of National flags and Underwears.

I was driving, as usual. For no reason, a lady in her bikini came to my mind. Well, an American lady, to be precise. The background was obscure, and so was her face. The only part of her that was clear was the texture of her bikini, which was the american flag.

Well, the point is not the statistics of the lady, nor the color of her skin, nor her whatever. And I dont have any clue as to why this half naked lady came to my mind when I was having a frustrating day in the heat, apart from the hell lot of things I had to manage today.

I searched the net, and found this::

Well, the lady looks good, so do her body, and they are proud to wear their national flag.

And I looked back at ourselves, our nation.

I personally found it awkward for her to wear that, I thought it was a disregard for the flag. A disregard to the nation. To degrade the flag/national symbols by wearing them on places like that.


I disagree myself on the last line.
'places like that'

I rewound my thoughts and corrected myself. As an Indian, I would condemn anyone who wear the tricolour on an underwear. Why, I do not know. May be that was the way I was brought up. But does that have a patriotic element in it??

Am I patriotic? Am I just showing it off??

I stand up at the national Anthem. Well, I honour the flag. I might have cheered for India at a cricket match, or looked forward how the force India team fared. I might have been happy that India won a Gold medal at the olympics.

So, am I patriotic??

I look at the political parties.

They waste millions for rallies. They manipulate govt. servants. They steal crores. They eat infrastructure. They kill. They create riots. They destroy places of worship.

I remember the issues they made on TV when Sachin tendulkar once had the nation flag - badge on his chest. A hell lot of issues were made, and then he was asked to remove it and put it on top of the head, on the helmet. The flag should be above ones head.

The flag, a piece of cloth. The symbol.

Where is your love to the nation??

How many of us will stop littering?
How many of us will start using Indian stuff?
How many of us will stop corruption by refusing to give?
How many of us will simple follow traffic rules?
How many of us will decide to keep our place clean?

I remember the old guy who picked food waste on the road by his bare hands and cleaned the area. I was ashamed to stand back and be a bystander, so I joined him. He was a man at a very high position. The place was Tokyo. He never worried about their national Flag. He never worried symbols of power. He just loved his nation.

How many of us, really do?

Apart from cheering and feeling good when someone in India does something, or some stupid newsparer reporting "Indian students better than Natives in UK" kind of stuff?

And you will get to know why India has a very slow pace of growth. We might be loving our country, but there is a lot of difference in loving our country and being patriotic.


Monday, March 29, 2010

The ghosts from the past.


They have no night
They have no sight
They spare no life
They live no life


They kill your dream
They sink your heart
They clip your wings
They crush your will


They stalk your life
They care no tears
They share your peace
They haunt your night


They cant be killed
cause they are so dead


They shall be dead
They shall lay dead
Along with you.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Square1 again

do i see a square one again?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


I need money.
lots of it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Oops. I did it again.


I am good in messing things up.
In fact,
I am the best.

Monday, March 15, 2010


Go on.
Just go on.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


body pain.
I never knew I can be that tired that i cant even drive.
That too even without much work in a day.

Signs of a body grown old.
The candle is burning, and i dont have much length left.

And I dont want any length either.

No, i am not talking about the two inches i used to want.
Believe me, only one person have any idea as to what i am talking about.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Of hidden cams and erections.

And Sagar hotel had a hidden cam too!!

Hidden on the roof. !!

I dont believe (or may be i dont know) ladies strip their top off in toilets, cause i dont think you can see anything (or anything that you can get an erection with) of the bottom part with a hidden cam on the ceiling, that too in a toilet.

I am not to discuss about the perversion of the guy(s) who have installed it, as thousands of such videos are freely available in the internet.

How do I know??

Of course, i have watched them!
Now have I enjoyed them?

I dont think so.

Hidden cams can be everywhere. In hotels. Well, in five star hotels. So in the future, if at all i will have a girlfriend, I guess i have to bring her home.

But for now, i am going to invent this device which will detect hidden cams.
High hopes !!

I will be rich, if I make one, i guess.

Yes, I do feel bad about the girls who have been cheated by their boyfriends, who have their intimate moments with their partner broadcasted over the net. People think less about the trauma they go through. I dont know what to do about this, but well, I guess i have to start thinking as to what can be done about this.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


Masala Dosha.
Karimbu Juicu
My Girl

simple, simple.

Its been long. In fact I cannot remember the last time. There are times when I would spend an entire day or two at my house, watching TV, eating or may be not eating, and have an occasional gaze to the outside world through the window. Thats when the hardcore outdoor guy becomes the hardcore couch potato. Lazy even to get out of the bed. And then I end up watching soap operas I never watch, just because i am even lazy to use the remote. I wont even eat or drink cause i am that lazy to get out of bed. I sleep and sleep and sleep.

Its been some years that i forgot I had that side in me. I was too busy In things, i guess. I was busy with things , big plans that failed miserably, a series of broken human relations and stuff. I have went far away from my older life when i could be happy with what i have, when i could be happy with myself around me. When I could be happy with the TV shows showing crap. When I could sit the entire day watching a cricket match.

It seems like someone have snatched the remote control of my life and he has pressed the fast forward button. I am having time for nothing, and nothing seems to be enough. And today, when i slept half day, only because i was sick, i felt nostalgic. I woke up to the old window, watching the outside world. I didnt leave my room till evening. I did not work, even though I have a lot of work. I realise I missed my sleep. I realise I am living a lie. I am living the way I did not want to live. I am missing a lot.

I need that peaceful sleep of mine which I miss a lot. I need to be that couch potato again. I need to sleep and sleep and sleep. I need to watch crap on TV. I have to stop feeling guilty of wasted time. I have to waste time.

I need to do lesser things. I need to do simple things, and feel happy about it. These are the days I make complicated things and still doesnt feel good about it. I need to enjoy the beauty of a water drop. I need to feel the breeze. I need to be down to earth. I want to live on the slow lane with inland cards and land line calls. I need to ride my bicycle again. I dont want to use the ATM. I need to stop junk. I want to build a sand castle. I want to make a hand made greeting card and send it to my loved ones. I want to keep my loved ones. I lost them all to my selfishness.

There are far better things money cannot buy. And since I do not have the money either, I guess the choice is obvious. Its time to be simple.

High time.

And its high time I get out of the house. I have someone waiting somewhere at 3:10, and its 2:53 already.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Not MY problem.

well, i AM a pessimist.
and I am not confident.

if someone has a problem, its theirs and not mine.

time pass.

Why do even i believe so?

Thursday, March 04, 2010

That one poem again.

Let the car move on
on a longer highway

as I dont have
a time to ask for

Let the car go on
on a faster note

as I dont want
the time to slow down

Let rob zombie roar
on full volume

as I dont have a voice
to listen to

Let my hand
rest on the gear

as there is nothing
for it to hold on to

Let me ride wild
and let me run insane

I can afford to
When I ride alone

The best.

Nothing lasts for ever.

Good things doesnt last long.
Fine, again.

Best things last real short.
And I am not fine with it.