I feel a lump in my throat....but not helpless...

Again a post with 2 parts....now a days I am forced to compartmentalise my thoughts.....when cupid strucks...u are changed soul....

Outburst.....

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No one would like to talk about sexual harassment....It is like an accident....

When your loved ones become a victim of that.. then only you will acknowledge the fact that accidents do exist...same is the case of sexual harassement...

It is not about me being preachy...When you see a chick...your hormone levels do go up....(except if you are a hermit with immense self control.. you will feel nothing when you are brushed with a girls body...)But it doesnt mean that you cup her breasts..and fondle her body to dampen your dirty fire.It is animal instict...You are a qualified man only when you control your emotions...or else you are mad dog who ought to killed....Yes society do permits killing of mad dogs...

Slap them hard girls....Men please..When your wife,sister or mom get the same experience.. will you continue to show this indifference....If we continue this attitude it is just matter of time....that predators will reach your home tooo.....

It is just an emotional outburst which I couldnt control and I shouldnt control also..proactive comments are welcome...Will write about this after I collect my thoughts....and information...

A real time story that I read in PG came to my mind...And I think this should be shared...

(as my memory is poor and i couldnt locate the thread...I m posting the of the story..may be some rewordings...some additions...are there but story is a true... one...according to my belief)

There were three teenage girls who used to move in a crowed mumbai train to thier college/school...There was a man who used to molest them(yes...that is the word...we use very less criminal word..tease...so that...it doesnt get the needed stress)

Being not coward and when the incident started repeating these girls confided to a bolder girl in thier class...And she came up with an idea..We will inform this to police and will take police in mufti....so that we can catch that devil...redhanded....

They did the same...The bolder girl was in another seat..from where she could see the proceedings...the man who fondled her classmates breasts was a familiar figure for her...That devil was responsible for her birth...He was her father....and when the police caught him...redhanded...that girl moved near the door....looking outside...she waited for the train coming in the next track...

And in the tracks of mumabi..hers was another suicide....I dont know what happened to that father...and daughter....But think devils think of your loved ones before making those grave mistakes...

Yes your family, your image in the society etc are more important than fingering the cunt and fondling the breasts of a strange lady...If still you cant control it go kill yourself before you get killed like a mad dog...

Spread awareness about this menace...atleast that we should do...bare minimum....

Togetherness.....

When you weep...

Its me who's sad...

When you smile.....

Its me who's happy...

When you are bright...

Its me who shines...

When togetherness

strikes it catch you

completely wrongfooted..

and you fall together

to rise another day....

When shoulders are wet

Then hearts are light....

When I hold your hands....

I feel so strong...the

strenght of togetherness

Dont you feel so... ?????

15 days...Flew past....

What title should i give for this poem...
written by my best friend.....
ramkiran...as my creativity is going dry....(is it so....)
and my work driving me...to the corner..
I thought of sharing this to my reader(s)

Sometimes,
Life becomes hard,
When you find,
Someone,
Like you the most
and treat you,
Like the one
She was waiting for years
Like the one
For whom she can wait for years.,

I dedicate this blog to my beloved on this 15th day of our meeting.....

come back soon

As my inspiration is away...I pack my old wine in a new bottle....my blog...
Nothing comes to my mind...
I dont claim this is an original work...just a nokki varacha padam...

what shall i do to make you happy.....

I was your pain
But you were my gain
Shall I be your mom...
Shall I be the rain...
Shall I be the green...
or shall I kiss you
and bite ur lips...and
then whisper in your ears
That I m yours....
and your are mine...
My dear I m blessed
the chosen one for you
No one dare to stop me
Because I m a tool
and he is the master
He made the choice
To make it possible
is his headache We need
not break our head..
We shall love love and love
I kiss you to sleep..
and i will wet you as a rain
and then eat you in my lust.
We will have two kids..
A boy and a Gal...
Believe in him and
Everything shall be fine

Part-1:Obsession, Part-2:Emotion

Part-1: Obsession

Yesterday I waited for one missed call from 3:00 am and she sucessfully made be awake until seven without giving me one...and then washed all my pains with a kiss on my closed eyelids....This is about her....

She

I dont know who she is
She came in without knocking
I dont know why she came
She only said "I love you"

I dont know why she loves
But then she typed two poems
I dont know why she typed
She only said "I miss you"

I dont know when she came
She now is in scheme of things
I dont know what to think
She just kissed me to sleep

But I know how she came
He wanted me to cry a lot
Then she wanted to wipe them
all, she was his masterstroke

I dont know why she slept
She wanted to test me or what ?
My eyes are paining and throat is
dried,But I love her a lot

I dont know why sleep eludes me
Is it that I want her beside me
May be she only knows what I feel
Do I exist here or am I dead ?

What happened to TISS ???
Did you clear ?? are you unhappy ?? No.....
Why should I ????

Part-2:Emotion

Past two days I was celebrating my newfound life...I dont know when it will...(floursih,perish,no comments..) he he..I am hiding for cover.

It is time to be serious...I hate press....Fuck who told they are fifth estate.Journalists are hippocrats...They just represent the minisculest emotions which flow through the corridors... of power..and they are just manipulators....(sorry Mr. P.Sainath...You are an exception...)

People who are not in cities are saved...They dont have to gulp filmfare(TOI) every day...with morning tea Cleavges...miniskirts...I dont mind alll these in maxim and stardust.. I too luv to fantasize...But not everyday.But I too want news...and I dont get it as a news...I am forced to read stories....and glorified pornography...What is the difference between brothels and newspapers....??
Brothels doesnt corrupt your soul it just gives biological ecstacy...But newspapers corrupt your intellect and thinking process by altering it.....If your children read newspapers slap them....

You know I read an article...in TOI(bloody bitchy newspaper..which painfully I also love to read to get the latest on rape..latest on sex tourism,dirty politics moreover to get an early erection....to masterbation)
portraying that medha padkar is using cheap publicity tactics...by drinking water directly from narmada...The journo went on saying that these all gimmicks makes her a celebrity.The article concluded very nicely saying that NBA has lost its relevance.....And to the extend it went portraying it as a anti developmental agency....

Mr.Ambani.. I remember your Photograph published in a newspaper add...supporting sardar sarovar dam...I do agree you are great entrapreneur.. you are learned..you are rich..and you go to africa very often that lions recognize you(courtesy again TOI)...Can you please tell me what is development ??

3 lakh adivasis...dont they evoke any emotions in you...Who doesn't know why they are thrown off..what is a government..Why they are targeting us..they also have beliefs..And the same Govt. which denied about any delay...agreed in supreme court that not 35000 odd but it is just 16000 families which need to be rehabilitated......
As per city standards...taking a 5 members family...it is 8 lakh people....I dare Narendra modi or even Sonia gandhi to compete against Medha in her home turf...malayalithil parangall.. ketti vacha kashu kittilla...(just a gut feeling.. may be the mighty govt will make me bite dust....)..i dont mind eating that....

Why naxalism is growing in rural india...How is 11500 points of sensex helping...people...who want a cover from rain and a times food to eat..And when aamir came and sat for the cause...Then also this bloody newspapers didnt had a shame in linking that ...with upcoming movie of aamir....Why are you so cynical India...Why dont you people acknowledge that do gooders exist...??

Beyond the TOI can reach.. there is an India..Where 60 % of our population starve and live...I write this in the comfort of AC...and I dont do anything except spiting fury...Why am I so ?? and why are you so ?? we so-sos will spoil this country....
enough is enough I wasted the memory space...But It gives a happiness... of breaking a glassware to bust your stress...And sorry this time my wrath fell on TOI...and they plainly deserve it...HT is no less....

Do not rely on media..to form an opinion It is time that we find some way to get out of the clutches of media mafia..and our childrens... too...I am fed up of stories...

I got the biggest gift of my life.......

This vishu...was something special for me.....
Now when should I tell my mom about the biggest gift
my kannan has given to me...that is the only question...???
Before that...my gift also need to accept me after seeing me.. and understand me..completely. Am I making too much demands or am I too afraid to take that risk due to fear of failure ,But underlying fact is that I just dont want to make my mom sad thats it...
I have talked to many people in my life...but I feel she was something different, buzzling with energy....and damn frank....Kanna is this the girl for my life .....tell me.....
She write poems...She is cute....and romantic She can talk to you for more than half an hour and you feel she called u jus b4.. and wat more u want ??? and above all she is also passionate about my kannan....I spoked about her to my best friend...today....I have promised him that i will tell him if I like some gal at some point of my life.... I told him about our discussion and he aslo feels that this is a gal whose wavelenght is amtching with me... so gr8ly...

It was the biggest thing which i wanted in my partner...that she should be a devotee of kannan...may be the world would declare that i m crazy...But for me...until now he is everything,He is not God for me...May be he is my best friend..my brother with whom i can fight and cry... my inspiration my motivation and purpose of life..
And when he gives me a partner who also is an adherent follower what more can I can ask....I have promised to dream about her... may be i will dream..... or not I dont know....I have grown too unromantic...but I love her....so very deeply.......

Today my windows got corrupted....the reason which i asked her to give for not submittng the assignments it back fired me.....and my gtalk is gone....Has the love bug bitten me too !!!!!
A whole blog dedicated to a gal...may be somepont of time we will read this together.....:-)...
Will wait 4 that

I got a reader...now i have to blog....

I do love blogging...but I dont know whether anybody reads that or not...I dont care that also...
Now I have a reader who have not promised me to read...but I feel she may read my blog..

Is this blog about her...?
No...It is not about her...the thing is that I met her blog while searching for my lost blog..So she just came in without my permission..As I got her thru google and we chat in gtalk she can be aptly named google gal.When you search yourself, you sometime meet your alter ego..or atleast feel that this is your alter ego..But I am bad in starting relationships..or keeping them...but as of now..I enjoying chatting with her....a nice girl with a beautiful blog...

Tomorrow is vishu....when you are in different environment it is not that significant..today i tried calling my mom to ask how to prepare vishukani...
But I couldnt get the line... :-(
anyway 2mrow morning i m going to prepare a kani with my available knowledge...n resources..where in delhi i will get kanikonna...
kittate varilla...

I feel now a days I m really stoic...When God hands you over so many defeats he do that to make you stronger..My TISS result will come on 18th but really i m not that worried...am I getting matured or am I going a depression phase where I am mistaking it as my stoic attitude ?? I dont know...But as of now I am really amazed by my capability of being happy even without a galfriend, even not gulping alcohol, even not smoking, living 25 years without having sex for even once.. and even not being rich..for the matter of fact I dont derive pleasure from my job...
Still I m happy...infectiously happy...

yaar... its all about attitude...be happy for ever.. u get some u lose some....
But act as if your the luckiest guy ever lived in the world...it becomes a habit...
My smile was just a mask to hide my disappointments..Now it has become a way of life for me...