To be or not to be!!!

Ours used to be a male-dominated society and it still is very much (leaving aside one political family), but we can certainly acknowledge the fact that slowly and steadily women have gained considerable status and rights in the society.

Now, a new kind of monster has grown large. It hits a female and destroys her life. The culprits are inhuman, brainless, mentally sick, shameless males. No matter how much I abuse them it still is less for such bastards. The recent incident in Guwahati, the one before in Kolkata, well the list goes on and we also have a huge number of unknown cases that go unaccounted. Moreover, the acts of stalking, teasing and ogling which are generally not considered to be serious offences but they definitely affect the stalked, teased and ogled person.   

With all this shit going around I believe that today any girl faces one question as to be a girl or not to be? Rather she should dress up like men with boy cut hair and no kohl, no earrings (even if the males can enjoy that sense of fashion) , in other words to devoid her of any kind of feminism. Or she could also take to wearing veils in which only eyes are revealed… well some bastards could even then go mad after her eyes only… so better cover them as well.

You see, some maniacs are hell bent upon making the feministic traits a curse for women. Just because one has a trunk hanging out down there doesn’t give him the right to decide upon the way a female should move around in the world.

I agree that we have very rich and unique cultural values and that the growing westernization is making females more outward. But if she feels more comfortable in shorts then that doesn’t give anyone the right to ogle at her legs or pass lewd comments. If she likes to put up kohl and gloss etc to look good; because it makes her feel good and confident; then it doesn’t mean that she is trying to impress the males around, she wants to be stared at or she wants people to approach her.                                                                                                                                                         Com’on man get your acts right. Just let HER be HER.

Okay, incase you come across a girl regularly and like her because she looks great: go talk to her at once calmly, see if she wants to talk or not, get to know her gradually and if she is not interested then just mind your own business.

The fact is that a brother, father or husband cannot accompany the person everywhere. So I request you all to be aware and prevent any such incidents around you. It is a basic moral value to help your friend/classmate/colleague or even an unknown and to save them from such harassment.

मुक्ति और मुक्त

Another thought and its desire to be involved in emotions, the thought,which will lead to  purge these emotions, led me to write this.
Of what use our lives are.The way we live our lives is guided by the dreaded word of,'arguably the only truth' of the world, death. The acts and actions ,the will and desire all are
are bound  to this five letter word.The day when we were born we never realized that we have to die, eventually , ironically ,consciously and unconsciously 90 percent of our lives is wasted in the strife to euphemise the uncertain death.
But, what makes the 'arguably the only truth' a dreaded word.The answers are difficult to find but easy to perceive.Probably that's what the human nature precisely is, to be driven and not to drive.
If everyone has to die, how different my death will be or What difference the difference in my death
will be to this world. I did not come to this world with my due consent,but I can leave it with my will. or just I have accepted the bitter truth and these are the words to beautify my exit.


The life is marked with coexistence of conscious devil, consciousness. The devil which connects being
to the world with emotions. The emotions ,sometimes disagreeable, yet, are signature of  life.
Had one does not have elation ,anger , love, fear,jealousy   of what certainty his/her life was. I am alive to my surroundings, my emotions,which are my discernible facts, which in turn live by me.But it gives rise to a question.
 With my death these discernible facts will die or with their death I will die?

Might be some day somebody will find answers to these ironic questions. But inability to find
answers to them gives me freedom. A freedom to guide my life, way I wish, not afraid of any uncertainty.

Wow Wow.

Ahhh... another great morning. On most of the days I wake up to the sound of opening of gate of XYZji’s house, except, when one of my mates gives a call for me. XYZji, I must tell you, is a very punctual person and he goes to buy milk every morning. So after he returns I eagerly wait outside to get my share.

Ya ya ya... How can I talk, right??? Let’s not get into the details right now. I have got many things to say aka bark about.

My next source of food is THE GARBAGE GUY. I don’t leave an opportunity to snatch a packet or two from the bugger’s cart while he is making rounds to your houses. It is one REAL mission impossible task for me and I do it every day... Huhh and look at you lesser mortals, you make movies inspired from us. So, who’s the Don now.. hmmm?

After successfully accomplishing the..the...Hey I hope you don’t expect me to remember the sequence number of the mission now as I do it on the daily basis.

After the breakfast I spend my time counting the number of cars and bikes crossing my colony gate. Helllooo..I don’t do it to increase my QUANT level, rather I have nobler cause behind it. After matching the daily count I secretly vigil for any extra vehicle leaving or entering the colony. It’s your mistake that each time you pray that the police would catch the thieves and I seriously think that police is hand-in-glove (YES I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS) with the thieves because they would interrogate every other person but ME. And why should I volunteer to give answers, after all, I need neither your praises nor your reward money.

Afternoons are usually somnolent (AGAIN..You know what I mean). Generally, during summers I would submerge myself into the luxury of some cool drain and in winters I prefer to go for a sun bath.

I must tell you that I hate your kids. They are a complete mess. In the evening I have to find a suitable hideout, possibly under a car, just to escape from their eve-teasing. It’s just that they are your kid that is why I keep some regard else I would have given them a strong bite onto their buttocks by now.

Before proceeding further I want to put up a question to you, "Why do you people sometimes use my caste to call each other?" I fail to find an answer for it. What is the matter, come-on, say it.

Coming back to the topic, I even go for a stroll in the evenings sometime. A couple of days back I met her...Ummm... I don’t remember her name now. You see, we are basically into a live-in kind of relation with our spouses and that too for a few hours only, so that doesn’t give much time to know about each other and moreover, with frequent change over it is hard to remember everyone’s name. I think this is a boon as well as a bane for us. We never really FALL IN, what you common people call, LOVE and then certainly there is no FALL OUT as well. Though, one thing which I find common in both of our communities is that even we have a fierce battle over a common goal.

As a dark sheet, with tiny pores and one pore which keeps changing its shape, envelopes the light above, I realize that it’s time to show presence at XYZji’s door again. You people sit down to have your last meal of the day and I never miss out on its share. Usually, I get some crumpled pieces of bread dipped in milk and sometimes I even get to devour upon flesh (I DON'T MEAN THAT NOW) and bones.

After you guys go to sleep, it is the moment of “This is our TIME” for MY community. I play with my peers, make loud noises to tease you people or find a paper/ polythene to tear it to pieces again and again. At times I get lucky enough to find a garbage pack outside someone’s home and that makes for a bonus over the meal and a decoration material for the road as well. In the end, I climb on one of your cars, which make very comfortable bedding for me.

Well that’s it, you, too many in numbers, people. Signing off now, Wow Wow.

NOID(E)A !??@#$*&

I write this post to mark my 1^st anniversary of working in NOIDA. Over the past 12 months I have realized that each day is in some sense similar to many people working across different offices here. I wish to touch the lives of almost of all the people working here:

A no. of people wake up at the thought of…. WTF aaj bhi office… huh.

B no. of people would leave for office without taking a bath because they are already late.

C no. of people would shower their anger over the fellow riders, even pedestrians at times.

D no. of people would swipe Metro Card to finally get down at City Center Metro Station.

E no. of people would find it hard to park their car near office.

F no. of people would mark their Presence (just a smile to the Lead is enough… no matter where you catch him/her) and leave for an hour or so…. to have breakfast.

G no. of people would check news or browse anything for that matter (as to do a BONNIE for the day, you know just a little warm-up for the fingers and eyes) before getting down to work.

H no. of people, leads or managers in particular, would ask: “Ha bhai, Tum kya kar rahe ho aaj?”.

I no. of people would answer that question stammering: “Sir, woh kaam… mila tha….” and thinking: Shit, saale ne subah- subah hi pakad lia.

J no. of guys would ping J+X no. of girls asking her for a coffee.

K (K=J, is highly probable) no. of guys would suffer a heart ache because of the negative reply for the above question.

2^L no. of guys would suffer a heart ache because of the positive reply to one guy.

M no. of guys would announce their marriage.

N (N>>M) no. of girls would announce THEIR marriage.

O no. of people would drop a mail: “Sweets at my Desk…”.

P no. of people, after having sweets and saying Congratulations :)), would wonder about the reason for the sweets.

Q no. of people would think that nobody does the same amount of work as they do.

R no. of people would think: “I will leave this job forever….. Someday !??**%$@&” :P