IDIOCY BLENDED!!

What’s out there? Burning men alive for having beef! As if all the other issues are all set to be resolved in India. Riding the Pakisthanis out even when they stay here for legal purposes (Aleem Dar, Wasim Akram were the few persons who enjoyed the hospitality of the super brilliant Shiv Sena). Havoc in JK, Spending 20k crores of rupees on agri lands to convert it into a world class capital! Aircel is on the move to give it's users basic internet for free but the pulses rates are riding on a boeing with almost 200 rs per KG! (Wow!! This is all what digital India can afford, Text, waste limitless time and starve, Ab ki baar eat the electronics sarkaar!!) Though there are lot of funny,serious,waste,useful topics out there my mind always searches for  topics which will drag me into controversy, will make many turn against my topic and which is in fact turning against me! J Yeah! That makes me happy. When the whole world thinks one way, my mind will go in th...

Very few countries have citizens who are extremely happy to live in their country and never give any second thought to their opinion, regrettably I’m not a civilian of those countries.  While reading this, readers will be shrewd enough to know that I despise my own country, I am not a self-contented man, I am a selfish hominid who is self-centered enough to blame his nation. Pause for a while before hitting play! There are reasons, which makes me to entertain the thought of owning a house at the coast of Mediterranean with a Mustang in my garage, my study facing the sea and chill sea breeze hitting my face when I am in it. First of all I feel deeply uncomfortable to live in a society which controls the individuals. I deeply remorse for the most static society in the world. A society which doesn’t allow changes will cease to exist soon. This exactly happens to the Indian society. The cultural heritage is different from infrastructure made by the social blocks. These commu...

Three years ago I was loitering in the store room of my house which was isolated in the first storey. When I was peeking through the cardboard boxes for novels, a book fell down. It was so torn, so feeble; the papers were so brown that it appeared like it had been dyed with brown paint. I carefully took that book in my hand and opened it. It looked as a record book of my mom, which she had used during her undergraduate days. When I turned through the pages of that record book, a paper fell out from that, It was light blue in colour. It gave the same impression as the record note. The paper was fully occupied with the pen writing which made the condition of the paper even worse. It was neatly folded that the folded edges added strength to the delicate nature of that paper. On one side of the paper there were two addresses. It also contained the small delineation of Subash Chandra Bose on it and on closer examination I found that it was the stamp and that paper was the Legenda...

I’m still on a hunt, what made me horribly lazy to not to sit with my most favorite hobby. Three long months, ten incomplete posts in my drafts (and who knows, even this post will increment the incompletes!) That’s what it takes to publish this post. I now clearly understand how much an expectation will stimulate desperation (ini na sathyama form la illadha indian cricket players ah ootamatan!) Who would have thought that I’d be sitting in the corridor of sixth floor of my hostel and let the chill Coimbatore breeze caress my face by late in twentieth  hour of this day and thinking about stuffs which I usually don’t. How’d it be for a three year old kid, when he is in a period of surveying almost everything he sees get tied to a table passing through a cord by his mom? He would have nothing but to stare at the door of that room to wait for his mommy to play with him after she had finished her daily chores! How’d it be for a five year old kid, who is the only kid fo...