Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Wake the fuck up!
Wake the fuck up!
We are a bunch of lazy retards...republic day is around the corner, so we're all willing to boycott it.. So is new years.. And some of us won't celebrate. They say, boycott- it's the only way to mourn- boycott! The fact is the alarm is going off and we just don't wanna wake up. We simply wanna hit the snooze button called "boycott"!
If you wanna boycott, boycott yourself! Boycott each and everyone who can't see a girl walking freely. Boycott the society that breeds rapists and differentiates based on gender! Boycott everyone who thinks "Girls are weak!" Boycott your family where people still become sad when a girl is born! Boycott your fucking school where girls still sit in a different row and are asked not to wear skirts. Boycott your college, where girls are 'kept' inside their hostels like animals are kept in a zoo!
Tell me, will you be able to? Ask me, will I be able to? Have a freaking discussion, damn it!
One of my friends tells me she's scared cause she's a girl. One of my colleagues tells me she has become used to being stared or commented at!
So, society, why the fuck have you spared me? Cause am a guy? I am the stronger sex?
News flash! I am not! If my mother wasn't a girl, I wouldn't have been born! So who is stronger?
Let's go wash our fucking face with some sense and wake up! And not get back to sleep!
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Boiling the midnight oil at 4am.
"A pitch is on its way!" Such was the warning 5 weeks back.
With no signs of madness, a mundane facebook timeline and few mosquitoes playing the dengue raaga next to my ears, I was leaning back in my chair. I couldn't care less about the warning. After all, there was no voice modulation in the announcement. Which meant no need to panic. Take it as it comes. For the time being, just look for a light.
3 puffs of burnt tobacco and 3 words of anguish struck me like a brick. Where's. The. Idea?
What? I startled and coughed. And turned to look for the source. No one's around.
Where's. The. Idea?
Again! Turned. No one.
One more puff and the realisation dawned. I have gone mad.
This is surely the initial stage of dementia. I am hearing a voice which doesn't seem to match my own. Which means this is not the voice that saints refer to as the inner voice. It's someone else. Only I am not able to see him.
Me justifying this to myself. Schizophrenia.
Damn! Seems like a plague has hit my braincells.
The cigarette was almost over when I noticed something. A paper. A bright red paper. A shiny one. It was reflecting the sun with full power. A clash of egos I guess. The tiny brat thinks he can defeat the centre of the solar system by giving it back right at it's face! Idiot!
I extinguished my cigarette on it and came up to my desk.
13 notifications. My mundane facebook timeline has suddenly been transformed into the most likeable one. Everyone's liking something on my timeline. I click on my profile pic. This would take me to my timeline.
The net was crawling as usual, evident from the tiny circle on my tab header which continued to circle in infinite loops.
I waited. I wondered.
What is it? Must be the scribble I uploaded before my cigarette break. Or it might be one of my instagram posts. Or...
The page loaded before I could complete my thoughts.
"I like to roam around flashing my butt crack." 7 likes. 6 Comments.
A female friend: How disgusting!
My room mate: Tell me something new.
A gay friend: Lol!
A single friend: Yeeaahh Sexy!
Damn! I have been fraped.
This was a page from my usual day at office a few weeks back.
5 weeks of doing nothing passed and the warning became true. As you can see, I am still in office burning the midnight oil at 4 in the morning. I don't think I will be left with any more oil by the next midnight.
Will write more if I survive.
Ciao!
With no signs of madness, a mundane facebook timeline and few mosquitoes playing the dengue raaga next to my ears, I was leaning back in my chair. I couldn't care less about the warning. After all, there was no voice modulation in the announcement. Which meant no need to panic. Take it as it comes. For the time being, just look for a light.
3 puffs of burnt tobacco and 3 words of anguish struck me like a brick. Where's. The. Idea?
What? I startled and coughed. And turned to look for the source. No one's around.
Where's. The. Idea?
Again! Turned. No one.
One more puff and the realisation dawned. I have gone mad.
This is surely the initial stage of dementia. I am hearing a voice which doesn't seem to match my own. Which means this is not the voice that saints refer to as the inner voice. It's someone else. Only I am not able to see him.
Me justifying this to myself. Schizophrenia.
Damn! Seems like a plague has hit my braincells.
The cigarette was almost over when I noticed something. A paper. A bright red paper. A shiny one. It was reflecting the sun with full power. A clash of egos I guess. The tiny brat thinks he can defeat the centre of the solar system by giving it back right at it's face! Idiot!
I extinguished my cigarette on it and came up to my desk.
13 notifications. My mundane facebook timeline has suddenly been transformed into the most likeable one. Everyone's liking something on my timeline. I click on my profile pic. This would take me to my timeline.
The net was crawling as usual, evident from the tiny circle on my tab header which continued to circle in infinite loops.
I waited. I wondered.
What is it? Must be the scribble I uploaded before my cigarette break. Or it might be one of my instagram posts. Or...
The page loaded before I could complete my thoughts.
"I like to roam around flashing my butt crack." 7 likes. 6 Comments.
A female friend: How disgusting!
My room mate: Tell me something new.
A gay friend: Lol!
A single friend: Yeeaahh Sexy!
Damn! I have been fraped.
This was a page from my usual day at office a few weeks back.
5 weeks of doing nothing passed and the warning became true. As you can see, I am still in office burning the midnight oil at 4 in the morning. I don't think I will be left with any more oil by the next midnight.
Will write more if I survive.
Ciao!
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
My Contribution to Vivek's 55words blog on #GESTURE
#GESTURE
Hello. You are gorgeous. I am sorry, but I couldn’t resist. I adore
your beauty. I am usually not an extrovert... but the frown on your beautiful
face was very disturbing... so I thought of sharing a little bit of my
happiness...
The mute boy went on and on. The blind girl simply didn’t care.
Monday, September 24, 2012
My Contribution to Vivek's 55words blog on #BRAZEN
#BRAZEN
He sat. She swung.
He cleared his throat. She pointed at the glass of water.
He drank. She burped.
He spat on her. She guffawed.
He offered her his kerchief shyly.
She removed her t-shirt and winked at him seductively.
6months later, the Shy Pervert and the Brazen Bitch tied the knot.
Friday, September 21, 2012
My Contribution to Vivek's 55words blog on #KISS
#KISS
I was ogling at
her display picture. My heart skipped a beat each time I imagined myself kissing
her breasts. She ties rakhi to me damn it!
I scrolled down
to avoid battling my conscience. Sigh!
That’s when it
popped up.
She: Hi!
My heart stopped.
She: Miss you loads. Hugs and kisses!My Contribution to Vivek's 55words blog on #FREEDOM
#FREEDOM
Today, while complaining about my cold Vada-pav, I saw him digging the garbage. Shabby clothes, rough entangled hair and bruised skin adorned him. He picked up some rubbish and took a bite.
He relished his snack. I didn’t.
I thought of offering him some food. But I couldn’t.
He was free. I wasn’t.
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