Category: General

I am a happy guy. Simple fellow with simple thoughts. But it is unbelievable how stressful some mornings can turn out to be. I get on an auto to reach the bus stop and as soon as I give him a 10rs note, he starts performing some kind of a ritual with it. I was apparently his first customer of the day. What if his day turns out to be bad with poor collections or some cop stops him and fines him. He is sure to put the blame on me. I cannot take that responsibility man. That is a huge baggage to carry on my shoulders considering that I only paid him 10rs. Actually it should be 8rs only but I cannot demand for the change now that I am indirectly responsible for that guy’s future in some way. This could also turnout to be the best day of his life and then his family would bless me. Suppose he wins some lottery (don’t know if they still sell those here. They sure do in some parts of Kerala.) then he would thank me in his prayers for the rest of his life which is pretty sweet. But all this is full on pressure man.

And I am not even in the bus till now. Sighhh….

Imagine the scariest roller coaster ride in the world. Place my emotions in the cart and send it for a spin.. That is perhaps half of what it is like on a bus ride to my office. Let me explain in brief what a normal day would be like.

As soon as I find a seat and sit, I start listening to songs on my iPod. One, because I love music and two, to avoid small talk with my co-passengers which is painfully pointless to say the least. But as it turns out, it is not much of a help. A guy comes and sits beside me. All macho and tucked in. He then without any hesitation proceeds to look down upon both literally and figuratively. What the hell did I do to that guy?? It is not a competition of who the better man is. Of course he is taller and stronger but that doesn’t give him the right to see me as an inferior being. Hmm may be it was true in the prehistoric age when men had to prove to women of their worth by showing off their physical attributes. They had to compete with other men constantly because of the natural need for reproduction love and because biology/God gave the power of choice to women. While traces of this phenomenon still exist in our present day social structure, why the hell should there be a competition between me and the guy beside me in this bus right now? It’s not like there is a girl near by who would later have sex with the better man after all this is over and I am definitely sure that there is no way either of us would go back to our caves and inform our respective mates about how emasculating the whole experience was and that she should leave us for a better man.

Anyway all these assumptions and theories aside, the on going competition is happening whether I find it reasonable or not. Even without knowing why, I should start showing off my attributes in order to prevail as the better man. Modern day utilities and devices comes to the aid in several of such situations. As I was already using my iPod, I clearly have the head start in that category. He takes out his 5 and something inch mobile phone from his pocket, instantly overpowering me. He then proceeds to play some game which I can only assume is “Candy Crush” (from all the hate statuses on Facebook). A part of me wanted to ignore and go to sleep but this is no longer a game to pause in the middle and take a nap. this is war.. if you stop, you are as good as dead… or not.. what ever, this is serious!!

Half way through the journey and we are pretty much evenly placed. Then he starts to make phone calls to his friends making plans for the coming weekend. That is a home run for sure because I have no friends. I look at my phone pretending to read the messages that were never really there. It clearly doesn’t fool him. I wanted to take out my 7-8 inch thing and prove once and for all I am the better man. I am of course talking about my iPad. Out of desperation, I take it out and start reading a book. Unfortunately all these e-books deny the facility to show the cover of the book that you are reading which has the ability to project you as a pretentious yet sophisticated person. But the good news is that I am back on top.

Then all of a sudden something unexpected happens. a couple of girls walk towards us. I am all confused. Are they following the on going Battle Royale? Are they spellbound at the sheer intensity of our fight?

“Ladies seat” they say looking smirky.

We now stand there like idiots while other people look at both of us like we are a couple of cruel misogynists. If you think that this is the end of the race, you haven’t been more wrong. That guy will not give up so easily. He masterfully places himself near a seat ready to pounce on it as soon as it is vacant, kind of like an ex-girl friend’s new boy friend. Damn.. he is back in the lead. I have to stand while he sits. All the effort so far gone to the dogs. I start feeling like a loser. But as Abraham Lincoln or Abdul Kalam or any other famous “quoting” person quoted for Facebook pictures, in times of despair and when all hope is lost, there comes a kick ass idea that will make everything okay. I remembered a small incident from my college days.

I had a friend(I had) who was rejected by another girl (who was also my friend. Was) and eventually he went on to start a relationship with a much cuter(his words not mine) girl which for some reason pissed off the first girl very badly. Then one day he was going somewhere with his new girl friend and came across the other girl on the street. What he did next was true genius or incredibly stupid. But it worked. That’s the point. He looked away with a frown and pretended as if he was chewing gum. Yes you heard me right.. CHEWING GUM!!! Which is not even real. He just pretended like he was chewing it. Why? Nobody knows.

Nothing in the history of mankind can even come close to chewing gum in making a man look like a total asshole and that he does not give a shit about anything that is happening. Try looking at yourself in the mirror while chewing gum with a frown on your face. Tell me if you don’t feel like punching yourself in the face. As soon as I remembered the story, I took out the gum from my bag, and started chewing it like it was the last day of my life. I don’t know how that matters but I am trying to portray the intensity of emotions. With a smirk, looking away towards the horizon, it is like I don’t even care about anything anymore. Nothing he was doing or was going to do will provoke me now that I am chewing gum and looking away. That is the ground rule and the new commandment when it comes to being a top quality asshole. That ladies and gentleman is the end of the race. I win fair and square and at the end of it all, prevail victorious with a few bruises. I was successful in proving to myself and that I am an asshole and that left me with mixed feelings about everything that happened.

This is basically what any normal day would be like and the stress doesn’t stop here. All this is just in the first one hour and even before my day starts at the office. What happens there is an entirely different story, brutal to say the least. But that is for some other time. This will be all for now. Thanks for reading. Hope this helps you in some way or the other during your daily battles. If you find this pointless and stupid, you most probably are right. There might never be any stress and it perhaps is all in my head and that I am acting all paranoid. In which case I might need some therapy as soon as possible. Anyways thank you for dropping by and do stay tuned for more 🙂

This is the follow up post after my last one about Food, Music and Love 🙂

One of the biggest dilemmas for all food lovers is choosing between taste of the food and the ambiance of the place. I for one have always given top priority to the taste and not the looks. So the next food item I am going to suggest in this post is so tasty that I decided to write about it ignoring the quality of the place. For those of you who are still up tight, you can take it home and eat while looking at your self in the mirror inappropriately.

Chicken 65, the Nokia 1100 of non vegetarian foods. Not that fancy and hip compared to all the kebabs and tandoori items but nevertheless, always reliable when there is doubt about what to choose. But hey.. I am not talking just about the food item.. it is the place that I want to highlight. Anyone in Hyderabad or from Hyderabad already know Abids and the General Post Office building. But what most of you might not be knowing is that there is a guy selling chicken 65, tandoori chicken and parotas at a street side joint near the bus stop. Chicken 65 there, is perhaps the best there will ever be. Not that I am exaggerating but I feel that it is the most valuable thing Andhra Pradesh has lost due to the bifurcation. Anyways, it’ll be available after 7 on weekdays and I am not sure about Sundays.

Just beside Bus stop near General Post office, opposite State Bank, Abids, Hyderabad, Telangana.

Some facts before you decide:

>> Order one plate chicken 65 along with two parotas. Thank me later.

>> Don’t panic because of the color. They add a little too much out of their unconditional love.

>> The taste is at least 10 times better than what one would find at any other restaurant. If it is to be renamed appropriately, it should be called chicken 650.

>> There is another place close by which serves the same dishes. It has a place to sit and eat and the taste is also pretty good. (But it’s defintely not the same. It’ll be like watching a movie named Dang Dang starring Harman Baweja and Zarine Khan)

>> I never had any problems till date but having said that, I am not responsible for any problems your stomachs may face. After all, it is a street side joint.

>> It is walk-able distance away from Mozamjahi market which is a paradise for all ice cream lovers. You can try Anjeer badam, Mango, Seethaphal, Sapota among others at Bilal Ice Creams. Paan flavour is supposedly very good too but I never had the chance to taste it.

>> Like most street foods, it is light on your wallets too.

All things said and done, if you want to try something new and you are not particular about the place, then chicken 65 at Abids is something you should not miss. It is worth not just for it’s price, but the time and energy that you would invest and the time and energy I am currently spending (I am writing this in my office :P)

Coming to the songs that I am listening to, and I think you might also enjoy, try the two links below. Both are composed by Keeravani, and as you will find out, are from entirely different genres. The item song with Silk Smitha is one of my favorites right now. Ignoring the possible profanity and Nagarjuna’s horrible dancing; the melody, Malgadi Shuba’s voice and the Telangana accent all together make this song very haunting. It gets stuck in my head very often and I have no complaints whatsoever.

Neeku Naku Unna:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtbvIfYaU0A

The entire album of Allari Priyudu is an all time classic. While most of you must be aware of all the songs and each song is beautiful in its own way, I am sharing this song in particular because of its lyrics/poetry and simplicity.

Cheppakane Chebuthunna: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNzpNSKzqqY

That is all for this post. Do try the Chicken 65 and I guarantee you will not be disappointed. Click on the links and suggest me any other songs that you listen to . Thanks for reading and stay tuned for updates. Love and Peace 🙂

Know that feeling when you visit a place that you haven’t been to in very a long time? You feel confused about how to feel. Thoughts range from “Ahhh… those were the days!!” to “Oh man.. I was such a pussy back then.” That is more or less how I felt when I visited this blog yesterday. It has been a long time since I posted anything here and the reasons are many but the main being me stop giving a fuck about most things that are happening. However for what it’s worth, this blog is good fun. If not anything, it at least kept track of certain events and phases of my life and even though most posts seem silly and I might not be that person now, they are still mine and will be mine. Silly and stupid.

When I decided to write one post for today, several subjects popped up in my mind. Some of them were so awesome that I forgot what they were before I seem to comprehend how awesome they were. So I ended up choosing two of the most cliched blog subjects ever. Food and Music; because hey.. that’s all we need right 🙂

I never thought these lines would come out of my mouth but the moment that fat guy puts his 6-7 inch thing in my hand is one of the most happiest moments of my life…. okay okay that came out all wrong. I was referring to one of the most delicious foods I have ever tasted. “The Chicken Shewarma” at Adam Bakery near Tolichowki, Hyderabad. I know what you may be thinking. Yes, there are a lot more places offering Shawarma and that you don’t like it that much anyway. But this is different people. Picture the most happiest moment in your life. Turn that feeling into a food item and that is what Shawarma at Adam’s is like. If God himself shows up and asks me what the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my life, okay I would not say Chicken Shawarma, that would be my mom’s mutton curry, but I would stop him before leaving and ask him if he had anything to do with the recipe of the Shawarma. That is how divinely tasty it is. The details and whereabouts are provided below. When ever you are in Hyderabad and can’t decide what to eat, which is a legitimate problem these days, stop by Adam Bakery and have a Chicken Shawarma.

Adam Bakery, Beside ICICI bank, Opposite Adam Victoria restaurant, Near Galaxy theater, Shaikpet, Hyderbad.

Some more things you might want to know before you form your opinions.

>> There might be different chefs making it each time but that doesn’t mean the taste will vary.

>> If the guy says they are out of Rumali roti and can make one with a bun, punch him in the face and once he is on the ground, kick him repeatedly as he had just committed blasphemy.

>> If you are a vegetarian, hmmm.. I’m so sorry.. but if you are that kind of vegetarian who eats more meat than most non-vegetarians, then you already know what you should do by now.

>> If you are not from Hyderabad… Err.. umm… I didn’t think of it before started writing this. Oh well, share this page with somebody you know who is from Hyderabad.

>> I could share some random pics of delicious looking Sharwarmas that I copied from Google to lure you using glamour (like how Bollywood does) but I didn’t, because I don’t want to mislead you. Yes, it does not look delicious but com’on it’s not how it looks.. it’s about how it feels when you put it in your mouth.. haha… that’s what she said (yeah I saw 7 seasons of The Office.)

> Shawarma at Adam’s is the first thing that came to my mind when I decided to write about some foods I would suggest to my friends and if you know anything about me, I value my friends more than anything else… well at least the ones I still have after all those ugly fights.. so you can totally trust me on this one.

>> Sometimes when I feel down, have nothing to do and no body to talk to; my iPod’s battery is down and I have a fever; when my boss gives me a hard time and when somebody cuts in line in front of me in a queue; when my internet is down and I get punched in the crotch by a random stranger for no reason(don’t ask why), I close my eyes and imagine eating that Shawarma.. and suddenly everything’s okay. Everything’s so okay that I start weeping in joy.. with real tears and all.

>> I was 57 kgs when I came to Hyderabad two years ago. Now I am a solid 75 kgs and chances are that this might just be the beginning. If this alone doesn’t convince you, I don’t think there is anyone who is more stubborn than you in this world.

So that’s about the food. Just fyi, I have no personal interest in this matter. This is not a free market propaganda and the nice people at Adams won’t be paying me anything for doing this. Actually it would be nice they did or at least give me life time supply of free Shawarma. Anyways you can try it out that whenever you are free and let me know how it was. It would be my pleasure to accompany you and would be my treat as well. 😉  I will try and suggest more foods (a.k.a the reasons why I am a fat-ass now) when ever time permits.

About the music.. hmm see there’s a problem here. So much to choose from and I do have a massive collection of some brilliant music from all genres. So I just want to share with you a couple of songs I am listening to right now. However I’ll say that I have heard these two tracks while watching “The Secret life of Walter Mitty,” a movie so good, it can actually give orgasms to the new line of photographers with fancy DSLR cameras with it’s theme and visuals alone.

These links might help:

David Bowie – Space Oddity   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYMCLz5PQVw

Jose Gonzalez – Stay Alive https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NucJk8TxyRg

So that’s that then. Thanks for reading. Cannot promise how often I’ll be updating this blog so you need not bookmark this. I will let you know when there is something new.. or you can subscribe for email updates. Thanks once again and let there be love and peace. 🙂

“Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.”

A few months ago, there were rumors in my town about a guy, an alleged Psycho, who was attacking and robbing old people in their houses. Before going into that, let me tell you a little about my home town. It has a population of around 1.5 lakhs and is pretty much self-sufficient. The lands are fertile with very good irrigation facilities. Also, like most little towns like this, Tenali is never in the news. I mean, no big events usually take place here. People are well adjusted to the amount of mediocrity present. So, when a guy started attacking people mysteriously, it was no wonder he became an overnight celebrity. In the coming days, all that people talked about was about the Psycho. From my friend’s 2 year old niece to my 80 year old grandfather, people talked about it and naturally like in any other such situation, truth got diluted and stories were in circulation. Every homeless person if dressed shabbily is feared to be the Psycho. There were instances where people even beat up a couple of drunken rickshaw pullers. Even the slightest abnormal activity was assumed to be caused by the Psycho. The authorities even thought that there was an entire gang, considering the number of such stories popping up every day. While the fact remained that only a handful of robberies took place and a few people were injured with a pocket knife, people on the other hand began to believe that he killed at least half a dozen people. Adding to this is a little flavor from the television news channels and local newspapers. That is perhaps the first time people even knew there was a local news program on a channel called “Siti Channel”

To see what it actually looked like, do watch this video : TV9 

Why am I talking about something that happened almost a year ago? Well, that issue is not what I really want to talk about. A couple of weeks after that, a man was killed by a mob (like the one in the video, flashing sticks and smiling at the camera) who assumed that he was the psycho. Obviously, it turned out that he was not the person the police were looking for and since it was a mob that did it and the man was a poor homeless person, no one had to face any legal action. Weeks passed and people forgot. Forgot about the psycho, the town was not in news anymore and I guess I might be the only one who still remembers the killing of that particular old man.

But why do I still remember it? That particular incident showed me clearly that behind all the masks that people wear, we are still animals. Animals that can act upon nothing more than pure hysteria and can apply no rationality. Now if we calmly wear the masks and question ourselves, who is to take responsibility for his death? Perhaps all those people who kept talking about it, without realizing the kind of fear that they are instilling among the crowds even after repeated requests from the authorities; or perhaps the news channels for propagating the fear; or people like me who did nothing. News channels can be blamed and we can be proved innocent but is that the real picture? Aren’t we going to take responsibility? Or since there is no one to come before the camera and question, does his life have no value? Beneath the masks that we wear, aren’t we a bunch of hypocrites. I understood a clear double standard. Why is it that whenever there are events regarding corruption, exploitation, terrorism, rape and such, we will first identify ourselves with the victims and protest in anger against the authorities or seek justice by killing the culprits? Why don’t we take responsibility for the flaws as a part of the society? may be because the crimes are committed by some other individuals and not by us. Pretty convenient eh? Don’t we even have a slightest responsibility to at least wait and introspect? I’m only generalizing because with the new public participation boom, everybody can now voice their opinions and the kind of statements people make is scary to say the least.

But this is however just the face of the issue. The evil hidden behind is the real monster. As always, time passed by and I moved on. A few months later there was the killing of Gaddafi in Libya. People were literally beating him to death on the streets and since he is claimed to be a vicious ruler, they believed they had the right and yes, they celebrated. They danced around his corpse and made merry. Watching those clippings, I wasn’t sure who is scarier. At that moment I thought if I was faced with that mob, I wouldn’t have hesitated to run and hide behind Gaddafi. It was that scary.

And then we have our very own, hanging of Kasab. People spoke about hanging him public, shooting him on live television and such. I do not want to go into the debate of he got what he deserved, capital punishment and its implications because I see a bigger monster than that; the people. The kind of things that we can say and do were not only disturbing but scary. I read a number of articles in newspapers trying to understand different versions of the story. I also tried to follow the views of people on social networking sites. There was a guy demanding to see Kasab being shot in the public while everybody is watching. He also wanted it to be telecasted live on television. He wasn’t some uneducated person with no decency. He was an IT professional working for an MNC, perhaps grew up with a lot of care and affection from his parents. Do not misunderstand me. It is not a matter of an individual seeking justice. It is a matter of decency in the society that we live in. The kind of society we want the future generations to grow up in. Another gentleman claimed that it was the real Deepawali. It was really sad to read things like that especially coming from the so called working section of the society, people who vote, people who will have families soon and raise their own children. I believe those festivals are symbols of the victory of good over evil. People celebrated because evil was eradicated and peace and tranquillity (Loka Kalyanam) was brought to the land. Nothing of that kind happened here. If at all, we let out a lot more hate and showed our ugly faces to the next generations.

Even in personal life we learn through experiences that decisions we take when we are emotional won’t usually go the way we hope. That is precisely why they say Don’t promise when you’re happy, Do not reply when you’re angry and do not decide when you’re sad. During the state of this “hysteria” people say and mean, unimaginable and inhuman things. Perhaps that is state in which people commit crimes in the first place. Driven by different motives but inhumane, all of them.

 

Isn’t this blind hysteria? Something that is driven by nothing but rage and outburst of anger? Isn’t this a classic example of taking off the masks and revealing our ugly faces? Kind of what happened in my home town. Why talk about just the Delhi case while people around us facing with similar threats? Even in today’s paper, there were three different rape cases reported. There is no denying that justice should be served, at least to the victims and yes, measure should be taken to minimize if not completely eradicate cruel incidents like these. Should fear really be the way we seek to bring a change in the society? Isn’t that what had happened so far? Isn’t that exactly what religion has done and is still doing? Propagate morals through fear. Where did that bring us?

It is scary to imagine what we can bring ourselves to do. Triggered by hysteria, fueled by mob mentality that we all have, a little pinch of salt from the mass media, we take off our masks and show that deep within, we are still animals. Very barbaric animals. It should be understood that in a world where there are so many diversities in all aspects, it is not just difficult but sadly unfortunate to bring absolute order. History’s greatest tyrants have tried and failed. There will always be incidents that fuel public anger and sadly we all react the way we always do. Demand capital punishment for a few days and then forget. Horrible things keep on happening no matter what. When they happen, there are constructive ways to try help and really make a difference. Blind hatred is never the way. That is not what Gandhi did and even while disagreeing with the Mahatma on certain issues, that is not what Ambedkar did. We are people. Human beings. Let us at least try and give the next generation a better place to live and grow so that they know what to give their offspring.  Whether we have the moral right to question the authorities is one thing and since we will anyway forget the issue and move on with our lives, let us try and not show this ugly side. At least for our children’s sake. It is no doubt disturbing and heart breaking to even try and imagine the kind the pain the victims face. Let us take responsibility for once. Let us not propagate fear. Let us help the authorities by being better citizens. Let us try and mourn for the victims in silence. Let us pray for their recovery. Let us help them survive if we can. Let us thank our loved ones and hold them a little tighter. Let us love a little more. If we cannot do any of these, Let us at least keep wearing the masks!!

P.s.. Before leaving, do watch this video: Sunshine Vali Asha Smile and help in building a better tomorrow 😀

I have always been a fan and an avid reader of the The Hindu. It is perhaps the only news source that seems to protect my sanity in times like these. I’d be exaggerating if I say that I read the entire thing but yes, I make it a point that I go through the entire paper and make sure I read all news that make sense to me and yeah the su-do-ku too. Also, their recent media campaigns taking a dig at a rival making them look stupid are things that I thoroughly enjoyed that and when they came out with yet another video recently, I was sure it is going to be impressive. To be entirely fair, my initial reaction was like

“Hahaha… you always know how to do this Hindu.”

I even shared the link on my Facebook profile. But it took time for me to realize that it was not at all what it seemed to be and indeed, Hindu missed it this time.

In case you haven’t watched the video, here it is: Click Here

(As this is a free blog, I cannot share videos directly, so just use the link)

The video shows a bunch of college students displaying their “parliamentary” behavior in the classroom. While this seems funny and appears to have made a point, all that it has done is project the Indian politician in a bad light. More importantly, it gave an opportunity of an average Indian youth (like always) to escape the light and not take responsibility for his/her actions. There is no denying that youth at times can turn violent and display actions as such, but we should honestly ask ourselves if that have anything to do with the actions of the members of the parliament? Should they be blamed and targeted for things that we do? We need to discuss more.

But we do fight don’t we? We fight when there is a collision of vehicles even when it’s just a tiny scratch. We raise our voice if the waiter gets our order wrong. We tend to offend people of other religions and caste when they do the same to us. We protest out of love for the region that we live in. We argue supporting our favorite film actor. We plan on taking revenge when a beloved person cheats on us. But do we plan on taking responsibility? I guess not. Does this behavior have anything to do with what we (might) have learnt by watching the Parliamentary sessions? Firstly, do we ever watch the Parliamentary sessions? Something to think about.

How many of us have sufficient knowledge on the politics of our country, at least to have an opinion on an issue? By opinion, I mean something that you can stand for after the prejudice subsides and rationality uncovers. Do we properly know how many seats are there in the LokSabha? Do we know how many people gets elected to the Parliament (both the houses) from our state? It is very good if you do but if you don’t, I know this idea can very well be refuted by an argument that not everyone knows the political structure and I have nothing to say to you. However, I do agree that it is healthy in a democracy to have criticism and more importantly it is necessary in a sad world to have a good sense of humor for laughing at others and at ourselves too. But where do we stop and judge. For example, we make so many jokes about the Prime Minister being silent all the time and never opening his mouth. But did we listen when he gave an elaborate explanation in the parliament regarding the coal block allocations?  Not many I suppose. Just because a national leader is not outspoken doesn’t necessarily mean that he/she is inefficient.

Just to make it clear, I am not supporting anybody here. After watching what The Hindu wanted to show, I felt kind of bad for the Indian politician. After all, he/she is elected through a democratic process and more importantly, he is called a “representative” for a reason. One may argue stating the malfunctions in the electoral procedures but one cannot deny completely that at the end of the day, those selected group of individuals are sitting in the Loksabha because all the eligible people of this country elected them by procedures prescribed by the constitution. So, if there is anybody to take the blame, it is the people. More importantly, isn’t there a need to ask ourselves whether we have the moral right to criticize them?? If there is anything we can do, we should vote them out of power.

The general notion that all politicians are evil is not at all healthy in a democratic country. Over the decades, this idea has become stronger thanks to every movie where a politician is the villain and every one fighting against him is the hero. This is the same reason why Aseem Trivedi (a YOUTH mind you) was projected as hero when he insulted our national emblem while “fighting” against corruption. While it is understandable that he did not take into consideration the history of the symbol and what it stood for, what did he do with the popularity he got? He tried his luck in the Big Boss-6 reality show. That is why, rallying behind anybody who seem to be against the “system” is not a good idea.

In a nutshell, all I wanted to say is, while trying to send a message to the political leaders of the country through a media campaign, The Hindu forgot that it is the youth that needs to be addressed and not just the politicians. The campaign would’ve made more sense if it was “Youth of the nation, Behave yourselves- You are the future.” And as for the campaign itself, though your idea of taking care of the youth is appreciable, it is not correct to blame the Parliamentarians and Sorry Hindu, you got his one wrong.

P.s. In case you didn’t notice, I considered myself a youth here and I hope there is nothing wrong in that. 😛

“The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”                                                

– Bill Hicks

Sometimes we find it very difficult to get certain things out of our minds. It is one of those days for me. I was greeted by a very disturbing, yet powerful article in today’s newspaper as soon as I woke up. The story of a 14 year old girl who was attacked by the Taliban simply because she had dreams like everybody else. There is no need for an ethical dilemma here and anybody who claims to be a human being will feel bad for her and I was no different either. While it is indeed a horrible thing to happen considering the age of the little girl, things like this are sadly not something new in this god forsaken world. While I am at it, let me talk about faith as well. History has time and again proved that extremist ideologies have always caused mayhem and have never been helpful in the progress of the society. Faith is an important part of this conflict that has always been there, especially in these parts of the world. Since the time of Alexander the Great and I believe several centuries before that as well, the middle east and the southern Asia have always been battlegrounds that have witnessed bloodshed. Those that still prevail are mild reminders of the past. While the rest of the world (most first world countries) march ahead trying to cope up with the challenges that unfold in the future, it is not just sad but depressing to see sickening incidents like this happen.

Malala Yousufzai was 12 years old when Al-Jazeera (a news network) made a documentary featuring her family and their struggle in the terror struck region of Swat. She is the daughter of a teacher, a man trying hard to bring reason in an otherwise bitter land by providing education to girls, something that is seen as blasphemy by the Taliban. The documentary mainly features her views told in the sweetest way possible through her captivating presence and lovable charm. Watching her innocent little eyes break into tears while telling that she could not become a doctor was very difficult to digest. Two years after that documentary was filmed, she was no more a girl from the neighborhood with a shattered dream. She is one of the brightest faces of the future of Pakistan and its promises. But the same also brought her into the purview of the Taliban who wanted to assassinate her and have even issued statements that they would attack once again if at all she survives now. What is the value of a faith that is threatened/offended by a 14 year old?? My initial reaction was to try and make a life size robotic Hitler and re-write the program by replacing the word “Jew” with the word “Taliban.” But I immediately realized that it was the Jews that ultimately prevailed and that this “ethnic cleansing” is indeed difficult to achieve.

The fact remains that unless political and military action was taken there can never be a hope for peaceful living in the area. But can this evil be entirely wiped out? After all, it might be easy to kill people and burn their houses but it is very difficult to kill an ideology. But fortunately the same can also be applied to the teachings like Love and Peace. That is perhaps the driving force behind the teenage girls who came out to support and fight. The courage that inspiration gives has proved countless times in history that even great empires can be brought down when people stand together for the greater good. Today, Malala fights for her life and there is practically nothing that I can do that will in any way make a difference to the situation.

Then what does all this mean to me?? What difference does this make in my life?? Well, to answer that, I had to do some soul searching. Digging from the past and looking into the future. While it cannot be denied that everybody has his/her own problems, the real question we must ask is here is “How big??” By big, I mean how seriously should we take them. Closing my eyes, I think of a girl lying on a hospital bed thousands of miles away fighting for her life just because she wanted to study. There are thousands like her unable to do simple things that we take for granted each and everyday. I tried to talk myself out of it saying that these things are not new and that they happen all the time even in places near by. But that is not something that gave brought relief. If anything, it made things worse. To be fair, I have also read a book almost an year back on “Honor Killings” brilliantly written by a Jordan based crime reporter. I was deeply moved and was shocked at how cruel and heartless faith can make people. But what happened today was different. I don’t know if it the innocent smile of Malala or that I am a different person right now, but today’s news story is not any other incident of violence.

It is killing me inside how we take so many things for granted while people not far away from us have to fight for basic human needs including the freedom to come out of their houses. While we pretend to hate our jobs and complain about trivial things, they need to struggle for their right survival. I didn’t know what to do and helplessness seemed to take control of me. But then the same little girl reminded me that one needs to brave. While practically nothing much can be done to eradicate the evil completely, I decided to try and find anything that one can learn from the entire scenario while at the same time praying to the same god that she believes in, to keep her alive.

To begin with, we must stop complaining about our lives so much. While it is easy to share a status update about how tomorrow is a “present”, it must not become another famous quote that we can all agree with but will never try to understand and accept. A person who is not at peace with himself can never contribute to the peace around him. I still remember, along with the picture, a lesson from my school days called “In celebration of being alive” that has a subtle, yet prominent message of respecting one’s life and as the title suggests, celebrating it. Don’t take your blessing for granted. It might be people, property, skills or anything else, cherish them and make judicial use of them.

A few days back I was speaking to a friend who was dumped by his girl friend and while listening to his moping for several hours, I realized why I find it difficult to maintain many friends. I don’t really give a shit about their puny little problems that seem pointless to me. Funny enough, a few days later even they realize how silly they’ve been acting and because of the embarrassment that follows their emotional break down, they tend to avoid me. Frankly I’m a lot happier without them. I used to have a friend from school (who ironically happens to be a muslim too) who used to stay in touch during my graduation days. The amount of pessimism that she showed towards herself was unbelievable. I used to wonder how somebody who is able to finish her graduation, has a family that supports her, be so hopelessly sad in her life. Needless to say, I don’t talk to her now. Remember that our strength as individuals also reflect on how easily we are hurt.

Secondly, we must not hate what we do. Especially because most of us are at a point in our lives where we finish our graduation and get into the professional world, realizing that not many of our childhood dreams will never come true. It is dealing with this conflict, that separates ordinary men from great men. It is easy to sit and give lectures about how mature you are and how tough you can be. It is only during a crisis situation, one’s true identity is revealed. Understand your limitations and then take decisions. When you hate the things that you do, remember that there will be millions of people who would do anything to be in your shoes and since you are that lucky one, it is your responsibility not only to perform your duties but to be good at it. Don’t take your work for granted.

But the best thing we can take away from this is the value we must give to the freedom that we have. The freedom that I speak about is not about being able to stay out till midnight or being able to make our own choices. It is the freedom to smile, looking at the night sky without the need to worry. The freedom to sit and read a book without the fear of somebody putting a bullet in your head. This is the same freedom people are still struggling to achieve and people like Malala are willing to make sacrifices for. Share this freedom with the world. Don’t spread unnecessary hatred and disgust. Don’t fight over things so trivial: like a mobile phone’s operating system or a film actor belonging to your caste or a team that is playing against your country’s team. This kind of negativity has dangerous implications when we look at the big picture. If we cannot love and appreciate something, let us try and ignore it or at best develop a healthy sense of humor and learn to laugh at ourselves. Why should we waste time trying to spread hatred?

Thinking about Malala now I can only say this: Love and respect the women in your life. Give them the freedom that they deserve and if you are a girl, remember that women, just like you, perhaps much younger than you, never had and might never have the freedom you enjoy today. So, respect it and make proper use of it; because while we may not deserve most things that come our way, there is no denying that every person in this world including that brave little girl, deserve a few more smiles.

Cheers!!!

P.s. For all the attention seeking morons and gender biased fuckers out there… what can I say?? If you hate girls so much, don’t make snide remarks on social networking sites. Get a dildo and then shut the fuck up!!!

Man, even as a social being has always tried to perfect the personal side of his life. Dreaming of building a perfect home to him is a valid activity to do than building a street or a city. That is definitely alright and to be fair, that is no doubt the better thing to do. But when I was in New Delhi a few days back on some personal work and was walking near the India-Gate/Parliament/Rashtrapathi-Bhavan area, the things that I saw were ugly and disappointing.

Firstly, what I saw in the gardens alongside the 3 kilometer long road from India-Gate to Rashtrapathi-Bhavan were several young couples having active foreplay (no kidding) while few other regular families tried not to be embarrassed having their kids play a few yards away from them. I could simply ignore them and go on my way and that is what I did. But something in me just doesn’t feel right. Now if I say that I hated them, will that make me a conservative fool? Am I being a narrow minded asshole like the RSS or say other religious groups? I don’t care because that is exactly what I felt and I don’t take that back. I was furious at them and still am. It was because I was there standing at the place that I had studied about in my social studies text books since I was a child. Having seen the pictures of those monuments (not just buildings) in the form of sketches in text books, it was a moment of pride for me. I was there once when I was in elementary school but as one can imagine, it was mostly a typical tourist visit that only had photo sessions when you stand at attention and smile at the camera. Now I don’t expect all of them to stand there with a flag pinned to their pockets and saluting the national flag. Hell I’m no patriot myself. But doesn’t the place deserve some respect; at least to an extent that you shouldn’t fuck there? After all it is where the parade takes place on the republic day every year. The place where the “Amar Jawan Jyoti”, reminds the sacrifice of the martyrs who died for the country in the freedom movement and the succeeding wars for the defense of sovereignty of their country. People, most importantly, leaders and statesmen, the founding fathers of the present day India have walked there. The place is much more than a road where you can take clever pictures like you were actually lifting the India-Gate or holding the Rashtrapathi-Bhavan by its tip. There is a sense of history that is attached to it. It is a matter of pride. The damage being done to that cannot be measured and sadly there are no practical threats that this may pose. Does this mean that the issue need not be addressed? Of course it should be.

The thoughts took me to a much simpler question. Is public display of affection a bad thing or an anti-social thing? I don’t feel so and I shall never say so. But isn’t there a thin line between what is displaying affection and what is screwing around in public. It all depends on the aesthetics I guess and I don’t talk about what is “acceptable” in public because that is an entirely different study as what is acceptable might depend on so many factors like history and culture of that region. The only scenario I’m addressing here is the lack of respect to the place and what it means to some young people of the country while they do what they do sitting at what to me feels like the one place that every one of us should feel privileged to just stand and appreciate. There was a point when I thought that I was being hyper. Just because I was from somewhere else and those people were living in Delhi all along and they just got used to the place and don’t really pay attention to all these frail and unimportant things. I might just be a Hill-Billy while they are the local people there and they know more about the place than I do.  But that is no excuse because the fact that they live there only makes them more responsible and they shouldn’t be told by an outsider like me to value what they possess.

Interestingly, another thought crossed my mind. Is what we see/hear about what happens in say Kailasagiri (Vizag) or Necklace Road (Hyderabad) same as what is happening there in New Delhi? May be yes. The statues on the tank bund in Hyderabad (those that remained after certain uncivilized fuckers demolished them) are all about the greatness of the cultural heritage that our state has. No matter how old-school I may sound, I honestly feel that if anything, we should only feel proud and respect what they represent. Disrespecting them in whatever way is only insulting our own past. The Buddha statue that stands still at the center of the lake is not there as a show-piece. It is a way of remembering the noble soul, the “Light of Asia” whose simple ideals have transformed the course of human history; whose lessons have inspired not just people but civilizations and religions too. Doesn’t that mean anything? Isn’t relieving sexual pleasures there the most disgusting way of insulting them? A thousand more of such thoughts ran through my mind as I walked alone from the India-Gate to the Rashtrapathi-Bhavan twice during my 3 day stay there and no need to mention, it was a privilege to have walked on that road.

Talking about a similar issue, last week when I was in Hyderabad, my uncle told me that the famous Golconda fort in Hyderabad has been temporarily closed for the tourists because of the same reason i.e., excessive indecent activities going on and I remember I was once asked several questions before I was permitted to enter the “Qutub Shahi tombs” as it was Valentine’s day and they didn’t want any funny business. I had to convince them that I was there alone just to see that place and that I didn’t have a girl already in there. Now that I think about that day, isn’t that sad? I mean, they are tombs for God’s sake. If that doesn’t deserve some respect then I don’t know what does.

Okay so all that I am saying is that people should at least stop insulting such places if they find it hard to respect them. Things that I would like to see are boards that would say: “Get a Room Perverts” in all such places and then sincerely hope that they would work. It’s funny how we make so many funny jokes about the leaders and the parliamentarians ruining our country and all but a few hundred meters away from where our constitution was passed and from where on republic day, the world watches as the floats representing each state of our country make their way portraying with all grandeur the rich cultural diversity that we have; things like this happen and no one seem to care. Here, we not only fail as civilized citizens of the country but as rational human-beings. Certain things are meant for the privacy of the four walls and are better that way. If you really want to satisfy your urges do it somewhere else or if it is just a kinky way to do it in public, you are sick bastards. But that is not what I really wanted to address. All I wish to see is more respect to the places that we take for granted forgetting their history and significance. I personally would consider it an honor and stand in front of and take a picture of the India-Gate that is built in memory of the Indian soldiers and I only feel it is fair enough that I expect people to do the same. I know I cannot force these things because I don’t have the right or the authority to impose. If I had powers to punish them I wouldn’t hesitate even for a second to slap the shit out of those assholes and remind them about the greatness of the place where they are standing.

Man has come a long way since the stone ages and it only right to behave as such. There should be a media campaign teaching the “educated” youth of the nation that historical and heritage centers were not constructed by our ancestors so that one day, a bunch of hormone rich perverts could fuck each other and insult their greatness. Each of such places has its own fascinating story. If you are too busy to learn about them, at least try and respect them. After all, we are all human beings and not animals.

P.s.. Sadly, I know that these things never change and if anything, they will only get worse. What should I do now? Forget about them and do what I regularly do… appreciate beauty, love it and respect it.

Cheers!!!

There are always some subtle similarities between all the great people in the world. Having a beard like all the Athenian philosophers, studying under a streetlamp and most importantly being kind and helpful to women. I have tried growing a beard for the last three months and ended up looking like Zach Galifianakis instead of Rabindranath Tagore. About studying… hmmm… Errr… uhhh… I don’t like studying even if it is an AC room so that has been ruled out. More over there are stray dogs on the streets that I’m allergic to (not “afraid of” mind you). So, the only option left for me is to help women. Therefore, I have decided to contribute to the welfare of the female population by providing valid tips for young girls to deal with the biggest problem they face: Finding secrets of their boyfriends. So, I have shaved off my three month old beard thinking of tips while doing it and have posted them here. Good luck…Sudhams

So here goes:

Tip1: Once you enter a relationship it is obvious that the girl knows the passwords of all his profiles even before knowing his parents’ names. So, why wait? Go to his inbox and read all his mails. Check for any subscriptions to adult sites, gift orders in flipkart addressed to other girls etc. Also see the sent items. But most importantly, open the chats and you’ll know what to do. Read not just the chats with other girls, but also with boys. You never know, he might me gay or those chats might feature you.

Tip2: There is nothing much to say about how facebook can be used to spy on somebody. But now that you also have his password, go read all his messages and don’t forget to check for the pokes. If you are really insecure in your relationship, you can go as far as to creating a fake profile but that is just mean.

Tip3: Now that we are talking about the online measures, let me just finish with it.

>> You can check the IRCTC booking history to check if he is really going to the place he said he was going to.

>> His Flipkart shopping history.

>> Bank statement, if he was kind enough to share that password and id as well.

Tip4: Give him something awful to eat and tell him that you cooked it. He might spit it out and yell at you or chew it and give you a smile while trying not to puke. If it is the latter, marry that guy right there.

Tip5: This might seem mean but take a note of his bike/car “distance travelled” reading and do the math on a weekly basis.

Total distance = Distance he travelled with you + Distance he told he travelled without you (with 5% error)

If at all the equation doesn’t satisfy, it’s time you increase the surveillance.

Tip6: Call him during odd times in a day and ask where he is. If he keeps telling the same place, there is a high chance that he’s making this up. Choose a proper situation and make a surprise visit. If he is there, it would be sweet of you and if not, you have your answer.

Tip7: Check his wallet for condoms and if you find any, think for a second before you take a decision. Should you be angry on him for being a jerk or be glad because he was thoughtful enough to carry protection. He has seen the Government campaigns obviously. So think.

Tip8: Friends have so much to tell about a guy. This I say not figuratively but quite literally. Engage in a casual chat with his friends and say random things like

>> I know everything about him you know…

>> He doesn’t hide anything from me…

The natural human instinct drives them to prove you wrong and Bingo you’ll get what you want.

Tip9: Don’t ever miss an opportunity to check his text messages. A mobile phone has more to offer about a boy than his curriculum vitae.  Also check if there are any hidden files on his PC/Laptop. Not to mention the browser history but since that is a very old trick, you’ll probably find it empty.

Tip10: Talk to him. Most boys are basically very simple. We don’t understand all your hidden agendas. We don’t think about the consequences when answering your questions because we don’t take things that seriously. So just talk to us and listen to what we have to say. You won’t miss anything unless you over think. If you need the other person to be just like you that would be like seeking a lesbian. Remember that boys will be boys and cherish the fact that one such boy is crazy about you and that even with so many things in his plate; he still likes spending his time with you. Give him the space that he needs; sit back and see how much he has to offer.

Test for Patience: See what your mom says that irritates your dad thoroughly and do the same to him.

That will be all for now and before I close, there is a bonus tip that you might find useful as it is comes as a surprise. Did you know that you could log into a YouTube profile with simple Google account? Now go and check out all the view history of the guy and see if there is anything interesting. Don’t give up if you didn’t find anything. Check out metacafe.com and dailymotion.com sites as well. If the history is empty, that obviously means he read this post before you did.

P.s… Kindly note that if you decide to find his secrets, it is certain that you don’t trust the guy enough. If you do choose to ignore this, I can only say one thing…. Can you resist the temptation??? GOOD LUCK 😀 😀 *evil laugh*

Cheers!!

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Am I not happy now? Yes, I am very much happy. Does it even compare to what was there in those days? Not even close…Sudhams

The Oxford Illustrated Dictionary has a single line to define what a festival is. It says that it is “a day or period of celebration.” Growing up in a locality where people sat together in the evening just to talk, men greeted each other when going to work in the morning and where children became friends irrespective of the schools they went to, the financial status, age group and most importantly, the caste or religion they belong to; I remember that Sri Rama Navami wasn’t just any other day. It was a celebration indeed… A ritual… A Festival.

As soon as the preparations started for the construction of the “Pandhiri” (A decorated tent used for community celebrations. A place near the temple where the best toys in the world are brought to be sold. It’s kind of a village fare except that it is on the main road and people didn’t mind) with long wooden support beams and dried coconut leaves, word spread in the neighborhood like wildfire and kids from every household start making their own preparations. The temple is hardly half a kilo meter away and yet when I was young, that was miles away. The Piggy Banks (usually made of clay) broke in every house as children start choosing their things-to-buy that year. The festival practically began 10 days before the actual date.

Each year brought a special item that stood apart and children from my neighborhood took turns on a rented bicycle to go take a look at that toy as the vendor displayed it to a rich older gentleman. If it was a remote control Ferrari one year, (which I was a proud owner of) it was a cool Proclainer the other.

From Toy Pistols to Telephones, Bouncy Balls to Streamers, Laser lights to Talking Parrots, from future telling Robots to guns for shooting at balloons; it was a paradise under the “Sri Rama Navami Pandhiri” which was built every year near the town’s main “Ramalayam” where every evening an elderly man sang the tales of Lord Sri Rama’s greatness and the story of his fight for Love. People sat on the road (happens even today) listening to him. I used to make my own list every year. The money from the piggy bank never really met the budget for my brother and me so the burden because of the fiscal budget was usually taken care of by my parents who were more than willing to get us new toys. Most of the toys wouldn’t survive a week after the festival but nonetheless they were priceless.

Not to forget the delicacies there. The ripe mango pieces dusted with a unique mixture of salt and chilli power along with a goli-soda is something that anybody would crave for. The lemon soda or the Sugandha crush is for the privileged class. The celebrations lasted for almost two weeks where as the festival is just a single day. The celebrations were not just near the temple but in our locality as well. Kids proudly showcased their toys to each other without minding to share them. There was also a bit of rivalry as to who has the best toys but that didn’t stop anybody from playing with each other’s. There were not many things that separated people from one another. They were good times those.

Now that I sit back reminiscing those days, I only have one question in mind. Where did all that go? Why I am not still friends with Suresh (the kid who lived across the street. He was a good friend and last I heard, he’s working in a tea stall that his father owns), Sunil (I saw him working in a cell phone recharge outlet a few months back and for some reason I had absolutely nothing to talk to him), Ravi, Dileep, Arun (the Tamil kid who moved into a small house in the street for a couple of years and later left after his father got transferred) and many others.

Each of them had stories of their own. None of them are from my school. They weren’t even of my age and now that I think of it, we never really cared about each other’s religions or castes (I was born and brought up in a Christian family that technically has nothing to do with Sri Rama Navami except that it usually came on the same month as the Easter Sunday). But still, we shared. We shared our toys, we shared our houses, we shared our time and yes we shared our lives. We neither had smart phones to keep in touch 24*7 nor did we have Facebook profiles to poke each other. But we still managed to be friends. We celebrated the festival in its true sense. The toys that we bought and shared for the Sri Ram Navami aren’t just toys. They’re much more. They brought joy.

Times have changed. We’ve moved a couple of houses from there before finally settling into our own apartment in a different part of the town. I have gone places to study and to work and somewhere down the line all those things vanished and I still don’t understand why? Festivals don’t mean the same; friends are either classmates or work colleagues; joy is in my computer, TV remote, motor cycle and a smart phone. Am I not happy now? Yes, I am very much happy. Does it even compare to what was there in those days? Not even close.

Just last night I took my mom to the temple street (where they sold all the toys. I used to go there with my dad and brother as a kid) and bought a few toys. It was actually more for the experience than for the toys. I couldn’t find many toys that we used to buy back then. There were new varieties depicting mobile phones and computers. When I inquired an old man who happened to own a shop, he said that they stopped making those toys long back. I was glad to at least find a few and my mom was kind enough to buy them for me. But now when I open the seals and get to see them close, I am more depressed than happy. They just don’t mean the same anymore. The worst part is that I knew they would never mean the same and still bought them with the fear that I may never see them again. I wanted to preserve at least a few toys (memories) before they cease to exist anymore.

Okay so why is it difficult to be that happy again? It is impossible to go back in time or to freeze it forever I know. But that is not what I am asking for. I want to be that happy again. I want to be blown away by something as simple as a wired car that moved to and fro when we press the red and blue colored switches one after the other. Does growing up mean having to let go of all the things that meant the world to me? By things I don’t mean the physical objects but the simple joy that I had living in a small rented house with my parents and the brother; sleeping on the terrace under the stars on warm summer nights and inside the house under the warm rugs on cold winter nights.

It kills me inside now that I know I will never have what I had back then. But what is worse is the thought that the future doesn’t have the promise that things will get any better. With technology taking over (which is a diff debate altogether), there is no other way except to dive into the race a head towards what I personally feel, an oblivion. That is precisely the reason why nostalgia sells. Every time something reminds us about things that we enjoyed doing, we feel bad. I am just wondering why I didn’t ask myself why I was feeling bad in the first place. Why can’t I be that person anymore? Is that what growing up is? Feeling bad that we couldn’t do the things that we did?

Let bygones be bygones. Those are events from the childhood that everybody has to put behind them and eventually grow that. That is what life is all about. Life is about becoming a better person, achieving great heights, leaving a legacy. But if that is what it is all about, why would Chandra Gupta Mourya, one of the greatest rulers to have ruled that land that we now live in, decided to leave everything he had just to find his nirvana. Isn’t greatness what everyone should aim for? Who else could’ve tasted greatness better than Chandra Gupta Mourya who established the mighty Mouryan Empire even before the birth of Jesus Christ? Why did he give up his might to die by starving himself in a small cave in Karnataka during his quest to attain nirvana or to be enlightened?

I am not sure where I am headed and what I am aiming for. Is it for money? Yes definitely. Will I stop if I feel I have enough to be happy? Probably not because by definition happiness is not absolute and there is no something called as enough money. So am I doing it for happiness? Why live a life leaving things that make me happy to go in search of things that may or may not be worth it. Is it for Love? Isn’t love more of a path than a destination. Why run after it when I can just chose to love. Is this how it is supposed to be? Hmmm… If yes, why??

Will anything be as much fun as collecting and counting the coins from the broken pieces of the piggy bank to buy toys? I don’t know. Owning latest gadgets, playing High Def games, driving a motor cycle at 120kmph, nothing, nothing gave me the same happiness. People became complicated, hearts got broken, friends grew apart, and toys were broken and thrown away. Why? I grew up. What for? I don’t seem to know anymore.

I started to write this hoping that by the end, I would find answers to at least a few thoughts and questions. I was hopeful of at least proving to myself that tomorrow will be better and but now I’m convinced it’ll never be. If I know where I am headed, I am not sure why? What is the point? Do we have to live just for the sake of living, finding happiness in odd places, fooling ourselves by convincing the mind that joy is in tagging people in Facebook and later commenting? The biggest irony is that it is perhaps the mysterious time itself that can answer these questions. So, will I not be happy anymore? Yes I will. In fact happier than most people who genuinely fell they’re happy. Will I be like that kid who was jumping with joy just for seeing a yo-yo flashing lights, as the shop-keeper played with it? Probably never. But will that stop me from going ahead in my life and pursuing a career and enjoying my life the way I want to? Definitely NOT!!!

HAPPY SRI RAMA NAVAMI!!!

P.S… I would’ve been much happier writing this in a diary for my father to read and appreciate rather than in my blog where I share all my madness with the entire world. Now somebody please take me to a therapist!!!

Those who do not want to fight in this world of eternal struggle do not deserve to live

– Adolf Hitler, who ironically committed suicide

Suicide might be a crime and is against law but each day we read about many suicides. Most of the people who die, feel they’re deprived of their basic needs like abnormal wealth and respect from all sections of the society of the despite being assholes. I wonder if any other animal on the planet commit suicide!! Hmm.. Have to Google it. However, I respect their right to decide that their life is not worth living and so as a favor on my behalf, I offer them this ready-to-use suicide note. What might actually take a couple of hours will now take only a few minutes. what’s better is that, if filled in correctly, the note will help prevent the death from becoming political or exploited for any other reasons. I really hope people find this useful.

– Sudhams,  who is more likely to be the cause for somebody else committing suicide

 DOES YOUR LIFE SUCK? WHY WAIT? USE OUR “READY-TO-USE SUICIDE NOTE” AND DIE IN PEACE!!

<OM> or <Praise the Lord> or <Insha Allah> or <Saaaachinnnn Sachin>

<Insert Date>

<Insert Place>

FUCK YOU WORLD,

Sorry <Mom & Dad> or <Love Interest> for using abusive language but now that this is my last means of communication with the world in this life, I think I can take the liberty to make a little cursing. I say ‘this’ life because I’m having my hopes high on the next life after my reincarnation. Karma has it that if one suffers significantly in a life time; he/she would have plenty of things to cheer about in the next life. Considering how much this life sucked, I should become <Iron-Man (Money, Technology and Women)> or <Batman (If you are a DC Universe guy)> or <any other choice> in my next life. That is why I decided to end my life by <Insert how you want to kill yourself. Refer notes below>

What I’ve gone through <Insert your reasons in one or two sentences>  might not seem like a big deal to many but the reason why I have chosen to end it all is because there is no hope left. All this time, there were several people who made me feel better about myself but not anymore. Even Nitin’s fortunes seem to have shifted with his hit movie “Ishq”. Not just that… the hockey team got media coverage for a week, Ravindra Jadeja became the costliest player of the IPL, the BJP managed to pull off a victory in the AP by-elections and that Bangladesh almost won the Asia cup. Even the Ritesh Deshmukh dude managed to tie the knot with Genelia…that lucky bastard!! Every big loser in the world seems to have their luck finally favoring them except me. At this rate, even Naga Chaitanya and Vishnu might win awards for best acting and Poonam Pandey might enter Simi Garewal’s most wanted list. I don’t want to be alive to see that. I don’t want to be the only loser alive in this planet so I decided to end it when there are a few losers left. Who knows? Harbhajan might get a chance back in the team. I can’t live to see that.

One might wonder why I decided to commit suicide by <Insert your Choice. Refer the notes below> but I have done my research. That is the very reason why I decided to write an elaborate suicide note.

>> I didn’t set myself on fire because the Telangana activists would call me a martyr who died for the cause of the state. Why would I give a fuck about that when my own life is as upsetting as KCR’s nose or Sharad Pawar’s cheek?

>> I didn’t climb a tower or tall buildings because I wasn’t gonna fake a suicide attempt just to be on TV.

>> I wanted to dress up as a fisherman to go fishing in the Indian Ocean so that some Italian ship would  kill me but I didn’t because that might cause tensions between Sonia Gandhi and Dr MMS. (You know… coz she is Italian)

>> I didn’t drink pesticide or hang myelf to a tree because I don’t want the opposition parties to start blasting the poor government by adding me to the list of the dead farmers.

>> I didn’t blow myself up with a bomb because I don’t want to be called a Pakistani terrorist and if by any chance I was caught alive, they’ll keep me jail forever like that Kasab.

>> Going to Syria, Afghanistan or Iraq for a simple visit would’ve done the trick but for obvious reasons I couldn’t afford the trip.

>> I thought of watching a few Guna Shekar’s films but then I would die of a heart attack and the YSR Congress Party people would tell that I died unable to bear the demise of their leader a few years back. That Jagan Mohan Reddy might even show up at my parents’ house to console them. I would never let that happen.

That is why I decided to <Insert your Choice> I’m sure you would be sad now but let me assure you that once I become <Ironman> or <Batman> or <Ranbir Kapoor> or <Virat Kohli> I would send you a greeting card for every <Christmas> or <Ramzan> or <Dussera> or <September 11^th> or <Whatever> [If I happen to remember you in my next life] Please note once again that me ending my life has nothing to do with anything political. I don’t give a dung beetle’s ass about the world’s problems coz I have bigger problems of my own <Insert a few problems> Also, now that I decided to die, let me make a few confessions before I kill myself.

>> <Insert name> is so hot that I always wanted to do it with her

>> <Insert name>, I’m friends with you just because there are so many pretty girls in your Facebook friends list

>> <Insert name> is an class A moron and that guy could eat my poo

>> <Insert name> is always special

>> <Insert name> is an over-rated bastard

>> <Insert name of the couple> are two sluts who are still in it just for the money

>> <Insert Ravindra Jadeja’s name> doesn’t deserve to be in the team

>> I will always love you <Insert names>

Peace Out,

<Insert name>

<Insert Facebook Profile link>

<Insert twitter handle>

XOXOXO

P.S… If at all I see that Jagan Mohan Reddy holding my dad’s/mom’s face in his creepy little arms in an effort to console them, I’m gonna fly all the way to kill him with one of my kick-ass gadgets/weaponry after I become Iron-Man or Batman.

[From the author: Incase you are a girl, replace Iron-Man with <Wonder Woman> or <Saina Nehwal> or <Prathibha Patil> or <Mamata Benarjee> or <Sunny Leone> depending on your requirement]

Coming Soon: Ready-to-use Leave Letters, Love Letters, Resignation from an IT company letters 😛 , Letters that you write when you elope with a girl/boy from your marriage and many more.