Monday, September 29, 2008

Aadmin hoon Aadmi se oops logon se pyaar karta hoon

I remember i was discussing my credulity with a beautiful girl that how easily i trust people. I cited two lines of a famous Hindi song Aadmi hoon aadmi se pyaar karta hoon (I am a human being and love fellow human beings). And she immediately broke into laughter saying ab pata chala (now i know) why are you single? I was immediately classified as a case of gender bender.

In India, you quite often come across people in full blown mascara and foundation talking about their son and wife. In one such instance, i congratulated one of my acquaintances when her ooops his wife delivered a baby boy. I said, "family ka pehla mard mubarak ho (congrats for first male member of family)." It's bad - isn't it. It's a kind of stereotype our society is victim of.

I subjected my friend with mockery because he could not lead the life he wanted to। I became subject of mockery because people still find it difficult to swallow that being a gay is not fashionable or a choice. It's natural.

PS: http://in.news.yahoo.com/32/20080928/1074/tod-happy-not-gay.html

Saturday, September 27, 2008

BUM…py Ride

Women think that males are behind their curves, brain doesn't matter. They are so very right in thinking this way. But one thing they don't understand that males look at every female species; it's not just those tailor-made / customized beauties fitting into your cornea with ease. They give due respect to everyone. These curves always cause problems – a German robber's curves landed her into jail. Her enormous bums left such an indelible mark on 61 year old uncle's mind – or shall i say occupied all the memory space :) at uncle’s disposal – that he instantly recognized her Jab they met the second time. And she landed in a jail :(.

PS: http://in.news.yahoo.com/139/20080924/959/tod-big-bums-and-felony-don-t-mix.html

Uncle aapka packet gir gaya

Uncle! Your packet has fallen. These were the last word uttered by the boy in whose hand that crude bomb exploded today in Delhi.

Dear Brother,
I don't know who are you, what religion you belong to, what are your demands, what grudge / appreciation you hold against us?
I am sure you must be happy now blowing nine year old boy to pieces. He was trying to return your packet; so unmindful of him that's why your packet blew his head off. His poor parents imbibed right kind of values in him. That came quite handy today.
Tell me if i am incorrect.
I am very happy for you. Today you successfully fed the monster of death and ogre. This vicious cycle of death and pogrom needs people like you. May god bless you.
And i also wish you never weep on your child's body like the residents of Mehrauli. I wish your life doesn't come to a sudden halt because of something untoward.
If you still need some more lives then come to me i will offer myself so that you can lead a peaceful life like others. Because you are spending all the time thinking about killing us and we are spending all the time fearing about getting killed.
I have two more people to offer, my parents rather our parents (you are my brother - aren’t you?). My mum can't sit on floor and do few activities because of her spine surgery last year but how does it matter to you? She will add to your list.
My dad recently had tooth extraction any ways toothless he will also add to your list. If you want, very soon he will get his artificial dentures back, in case you can wait. And this is not just a family of three, borrow my eyes your list will get inundated, it's my entire world.
Please let me know, i want to see you victorious.
Take care, eat good food today, have good night sleep, if you can really.
Your brother,
Rahul

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

जवाब

एक अरसे से मैं छुप रहा था

आज जवाब ने मुझे खोज ही लिया

जिसका तस्सवुर भी था मुश्किल

आज जवाब बन सामने है खड़ा

मेरी जुबान की उँगलियाँ रही है काँप

पकड़ पड़ रही है ढीली

ये शब्द बिछड़ना है ही कुछ ऐसा

जो जवाब बन सामने है खड़ा

एक अरसे से मैं छुप रहा था...

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Deli-belly

Here are some official versions of feedback about my performance in the first job:
  • Frequent deli-belly
  • Apart from adjusting with food in Delhi he is OK.
  • He should be more cautious about his dietary habits.
  • He sometimes shines but during critical periods his physical conditions mars his performance.

The constant rigmarole in my tummy was because of the safest nature of this problem. You can have it any time and yet you don't have to give a proof. It could ignite any time and give you enough personal space in and out of the office. Go and sit in the loo for an hour, far from your boss's eyes. Your colleagues will ensure that you get half day, if it's a small organization with four people and just one loo. :)

Spending few extra minutes there will win you half day. It used to win me. My bag used to be full kit for all kind of exigencies. Money used to be a consideraton, so i couldn’t afford full day leave.

This is one problem where boss doesn't ask for proofs. So half day's salary used to fetch me bus fare too and from the interview venue and tasty road side chole kulche also - food of all the unemployed and semi-unemployed people (i used to put myself under this category during those days)

So all the calls for better jobs created that rigmarole in my boss's mind (deli-belly). As soon as i knew i had an interview lined up. I would go to office in proper trouser and shoes but shirt would be shabby because i had to fell ill also. I would go start working there and then would take the refuge of loo and will remain there for some time and listening at least five people coming upstairs in desperation to see if the loo had been vacated.

They will fight the case for me in front of Mr. Gondal (my boss). Girls will say, "let him go he is such a nuisance today." You can overhear such comments and it gives you a kick - mission accomplished. But now i think they were right and i was a big nuisance indeed. Because the entire nation (i m talking about public places) has been turned into a big public toilet: courtesy Bhartiya purush (Indian males). They love their walls with streaks and they can't stand to site where a wall is clean.

But sometimes your requirements leave some in desperation and some in tizzy.