The Order of the Crutch

Dear dudes & dudettes who loathe a non existent Lok Pal bill in Singapore, pls note people in Singapore also don’t generally spit, litter, bribe cops, talk lowly of other people, specifically women in a sexual context in their everyday lives. They also don’t demand bribes in an anti corruption bill fasting demonstration and abuse animals in the process for fun. Assholes do exist but not on the scale our country has. Next time around extend your ‘no littering policy’ from ‘just for anti corruption demonstrations’ to something called ‘everyday life‘. It would be a welcome change for once, to not see red stains on a wall everywhere in the country.

Losers like me who use any type of crutch have to hold on to walls, while we climb stairs, where elevators don’t exist or work. Its not all that pleasant a feeling to put your hands in a place where you have spat and pissed.

Also, learn what “debating in a civil manner” is. 20 people jumping on a guy that opposes factions of your idea by default does not make that person pro-corruption and anti justice. A person can only respond to one at a time. Yelling at him, pointing index finger and threatening “wrath of the people” does no justice to your argument. It merely re-affirms what an illiterate and thoughtless blob of meat, you are.

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I knew this would happen, in fact I was expect it to happen and it has happened. Level 1 & 2 Korean class comes to an end in 2 weeks. I’ll be missing class next week as well. Final weeks class I wont miss but it doesn’t matter. The damage is done. I’ll go sit in class and things will zoom off at hypersonic speed over my head as I stare at my teacher with an expression-less face and she gives me the “you poor sad kid” look.

I’ve missed most of my classes, about 60% of them to be precise, due to travel for work. Last weeks class was awesome though. Plenty of reading, plenty of coaching on Wednesday’s class. As I type this, Kareoke of “Nobody but You” on Wondergirl’s plays in the speakers. An untold feeling of pain hits somewhere in the back of the thorax.

I really loved the place, Inko Center. I guess im gonna have to do it again. I will, regardless of how long it takes for me to do it. I guess ill take a break for Q3 since it seems to chaotic now at work with so much to do. I will miss this place much. I will be back.

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Found this new song by 2NE1 today on YouTube. Wow, that hits the spot..

I’m impressed how song after song they come up with stuff like this. I think im officially a 2NE1 fanboy.

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And the greatest discovery of today is that I can real all the subtitles in this song. Every bit of it!

Of course, I cannot read it fluently at the rate at which its spread out in an instant but nevertheless  I can count them alphabets quickly and flawlessly make the sentence.

Smells like victory to me, sweet sweet victory.

Now by some hook or crook prepare for that TOPIK exam and clear level 1.

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Dear Gentlemen from <insert Indian city> or elsewhere you come from. I think I’m having an identity crisis. For 3 years I’ve held these words inside my head but I think I need to put this weight down now and tell you how I feel. I feel very alienated. I feel like a stranger, lonely and different from the rest of you. Its amazing how you can behave and be so nice with everyone, especially the ladies and the airhostess on domestic flights but completely turn around and be a douche bag when you set foot into a flight when you are flight out of country.

For starters, airhostesses are not whores. Nor are they some kind of a slut. Yes, this is true contrary to how many of us treat them on flights. Specifically in the Singapore, Bangkok, Manila, KL routes I frequent. Additionally, a few airhostesses are trained to speak the local language in every flight. I travel for work, a lot. About 90% of my work involves travel. When I say a lot, a lot in my terminology is when I update my Facebook status telling friends and family im home only for people to call me and take my happiness for a ride for missing out on things. Every weekend is flying out. So much so, I have a few friends who are airhostesses. I have made such friends in 3 different airlines and its good to get a great insight on to how the airlines industry works.

From what I know, learning the local language on routes you fly earn you brownie points, Lots of it. So please, avoid cracking jokes on the air crew in your mother tongue because some of them can understand. Just because they don’t react does not mean you are smart. Yesterday, two of you got drunk and failed to resist your urge to feel the breasts of an airhostess aboard the <Insert Asian city> – <Insert Indian city> flight. Please note, Asian women are petite. They’re not skinny to impress you. They’re not Air India crew who proudly display child birth stretch marks by wearing the saree in a way you cannot avoid but notice simply because they can do it and get away with it. They’re just made so, genetically. Additionally, when they speak English it’s a little bit funny because they have a lot of mother tongue influence and it sounds like they speak child-like or rather it looks artificial. This should not be mistaken for “ooh, she is hitting on me” at any cost, because that most certainly is not the case.

Yes, airhostess often step on seats to reach overhead luggage compartments to fix them. When they do, if their uniforms comprise of a shirt you can of course gladly get an eyeful. I will admit, its nice to observe the female form, regardless of where you are and what you do. Its sort of like therapy for us men. However please note, regardless of the situation and what you think, its like a museum. See, but do not touch. More importantly, they’re not Go Go dancers in a bar on a Bangkok Street. So using this to poke fun at them is not, funny. Yes, while mentioning Bangkok, I understand that city is full of whores. Its whore heaven, practically. Its not like if I told you how awesome the Thai culture is and what awesome things I’ve done and learnt with a couple of Thai friends I have in Bangkok, you would agree to reconsider your opinion on that wonderful city. That is not any of my intention and I will not spoil Bangkok for you by distracting your with small things like culture, cuisine, people, art etc., However, I assure you to the best of my knowledge that there are no such “Girls” aboard that Thai Airways flight to Bangkok.

I’ve got like 3 Thai guys and 1 Thai girl from the aircrew, whom I know personally and they confirm so as well. No call girls in flights, what a party pooper, I know! So please, stop cracking “boom boom” jokes at them because I know for a fact that it’s a bad pickup line. Perhaps a “Sawadee Kaa” would impress, try it next time. “Boom Boom” jokes at a Thai person is like going to some guy in Chennai and asking them “So you are a madrasi, huh?” or worse, asking the same question to a Hyderabadi fellow. Its just insane.

Alcohol is free. Alcohol served is also of very good quality compared to what we can buy here. However asking for drink after drink, after drink is meaningless. I mean, can you even taste that drink post your 2nd large and savor it? For the life of me, I cant. Yelling at the aircrew with “hello, what is this?” is kind of rude. There is a button on your seat. If you push it, someone will come to you. Its worked for me for the past 3 years, always. Yes, sometimes mistakes do happen and you get ignored. Yelling is still an extreme step. It’s a small flight so even if you make eye contact and beckon someone, they come to you. An absolute NO NO is grabbing a airhostess hand or pulling an attendants shirt/jacket/collar. When you fool of a took’s were making fun of that Chinese airhostess yesterday, she fixed you a drink and came to me while she walked back. I was caught in a seat with a box under my foot so I was in cramped space and suffering much. She re-arranged the box and asked me “are you comfortable now?”, in my mother tongue. Sadly the same language that you used to define her speech and tone as something to hit on you and called her an “item” as well in front of her.

The amount of shame I felt post her question, I have no words to describe this pain I feel treating someone so badly. I know it’s a lot of freedom in your hands when flying out of India and you cant be identified by someone you know and your reputation spoilt back home but please, put them air crew in your wifes, sisters, daughters & mothers place. Apologies for the cliché movie dialogue sentiment but im not sure how to put this in better words. They have one hell of a stressful jobs. Knowing a lot of them, personally as friends I know sometimes they work straight for 3 days before taking a break, lodged in some cramped shitty hotels for a brief 8 hour day, before getting back on the air.

Also, this behavior of a significant minority fucks things up for the insignificant majority of us. Its like because of one Osama Bin Laden, every Muslim is a potential Osama Bin Laden. I know, its insane isn’t it? Think about it, please. I’m, and im losing sleep over it.

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There are times when you are so confused and shocked at things people say it takes about a few dumb minutes to realize, if you should be offended or not. Today was one such day..

So I get down from the bus in Chennai after an overnight journey from Bangalore. Koyambedu it is and Auto Drivers scamper around and snatch the suitcase while you watch helplessly. One screams out “saaar, I have dropped you before saar. I have dropped you before and I will drop you in your doorstep saar…”. So I think I should write off the price of my elbow crutch to this prick today, instead of the ones whom I don’t know. Known devil is better than an unknown angel it seems, as the proverb has enlightened us from 4th grade schooling.

So after graciously agreeing to settle for Rs. 300 from Rs. 350 (not before telling me how nasty velachery as a place was to drive in & live in was) I get into the auto only to stop 2 minutes into the ride. Now I’m thinking this dude is stopping to take a leak or put thoppukaranam in front of pillayar kovil or something. Then I hear a conversation in the background involving the driver but im engrossed why the EDGE network on my cellphone isn’t getting activated despite rebooting the phone. I mean who does not want to check Office email + Gmail on a Saturday morning at 6.30 AM?

The Auto driver walks closer to the vehicle and the conversational volume gets louder and clearer, it finally ends with..

“Madam, avaru handicapped thaan madam. Onnume illa madam, summa thairiyama okkaarunga. Problem illa! 2 nimishan thane!” (Madam, he is physically challenged. He is of no harm or trouble. You can sit confidently. After all, the ride is barely 2 minutes..)

This guy jumps into the drivers seat and before I realize what’s happening there is this cute girl staring at my face with a “are you going to move your behind to the other end and plaster yourself to the auto’s wall or what?” look. Blame the testosterone, probably… I move over to the other side and continue fiddling with the EDGE settings and the Auto Driver adds lately…

“saar, avanga okkaaralaam illa saar?! onnum problem illaye?” (Saaar, can she sit. This isn’t any trouble to you, right?)

I’m thinking, if this question is a bit too late or something or was it a mandatory obligation that he had committed to as a result of his circumstances. Unfortunately, the maramandai works very slowly after being jolted for 7 hours in a cramped bus with lousy seats that I shelled Rs. 550 for a ticket.

So here is the deal. What exactly did this guy imply? Did he imply I’m incapable of any sexual advances I could make or hit on this girl because of my physical condition? How did he arrive at this idea and by what logic? I can assure this isn’t the first time I’ve been ‘described’ in such a context as a “harmless and / or useless” with reference to my sexuality. One part of my crocodile brain tells me I should just grab this girl, kiss her and before she realizes it kick her and send her flying out of the auto which is already flying at 80 Km/h. At this rate this guy cannot even break properly and before he knows it I would have pulled my Swiss pocket knife and stabbed him in the neck and tell him he was so wrong to make such assumptions about me.

For the record, technically speaking, all impotent guys are physically challenged but not all physically challenged guys are mandatorily impotent, although I admit there is a high possibility if your limbs or your back is affected we could be shit in bed, by all means. I mean its Physics and sex isn’t what you see in Porn.

I fail to rationalize what gives people the audacity for them to comment on other peoples sexual potency or capability in broad daylight? I fail to understand how someone can take that as a valid reason as well and comply with the idea, in this case this girl who sat beside me for a brief 2 – 3 minutes. I felt sorry for a moment, that she was ripped off Rs. 50 for a bare 1.5 Kms and she looked so shocked in disbelief as the Auto Driver insisted “Madam, minimum charge-e muppadhu rooba” which sent me into shock as well. When did this happen, I was never told so! She didn’t look like she was from the city. From her looks and from her accent she was probably of an orthodox / conservative origin, but then I concluded she deserved it anyways.

I mean if you could buy one bullshit, you gotta buy the other one as well right?

It seems like, the problems with the effectiveness of my courting and copulative capabilities are not my business anymore. A Times of India style analysis of this subject is everyone’s constitutional right. At least that’s how it seems to be from how its handled and discussed.

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I’m tired of explaining things on twitter and chat so i decided i will write a blog post to consolidate my thoughts and present it in an orderly and clear manner without any confusion.

Preface:

M.F.Hussain the great artist whom many people are brooding over, his loss of Indian citizenship and want him back, is my subject for discussion. People are pissed off that the Hindu religious right over reacted and made him decide to give up his Indian citizenship for a Qatar one. People demand that India should extend an offer to bring him back and offer an apology as well. People claim that
“Art” and “Freedom of Expression” is above everything and no one has the right to not get offended. Artists should have no boundaries or restrictions and that they should be beyond offense & hurt.

Foreword:

I have no religious beliefs. I’m an outspoken atheist, no not the Karunanidhi kinds who love to blaspheme forward caste Hindu gods. I blaspheme all gods. I don’t care who gets offended and who does not. To me all god is blasphemy material and i will blaspheme things to death. I do not care who blasphemes what god and who gets offended. Blasphemy is a victimless crime. I do not support someone not to be offended at all.

Main Summary:

My Objective of this article is to strike a logical balance. We all know that India has blasphemy laws. Even though it sounds like stone age, yes in this country one cannot offend religious sentiments of another and get away with it. While i do not support this law i have to live with it for the time being until it is thrown to the dustbin like how criminalizing gays was trashed recently. It is in this context my argument is going to be. I’m all in support of freedom of expression. It should be applicable to all. Freedom of expression is not Selective. It is applicable to one and all. Just like how i love to call Mohammed a Pedophile, someone else should also have the freedom of expression to call Lord Shiva a murderous bastard. I cannot cry foul when someone else insults Shiva whilst i insult Prophet Mohammed or Vice Versa.

The Material:

I would like to show some of the images that MF Hussain drew that erected violence and criticism across the nation.

A fully dressed Muslim king and a naked Hindu Brahmin. While the Muslim king is shown in a dignified manner the Brahmin is butt naked. Brahmins are respected across India for their religious significance in the Hindu Dharma. Insulting a Brahmin Priest is equivalent to insulting a Imam or a Bishop.

Lord Hanuman and Goddess Sita both shown naked. Additionally the naked Sita sits on Ravanan’s lap. Sita is a symbol of chastity and divinity according to Hindu’s. So much that mythology states that she could not be burnt by the flames when her husband Rama asked her to take the test. To depict Sita sitting butt naked on a naked Ravanan’s lap is nothing short of insult.

Draupadi shown naked. Whilst one can dismiss this is as not so bad it still could offend people nevertheless.

Goddess Parvati depicted naked. Additionally i see her carrying or touching a naked vinayaka (her son) as well. What does this mean. She is aroused by her own son?

Goddess Saraswati depicted naked.

Goddess Lakshmi painted naked on Lord Ganesh’s head. Again compromising positions of gods and goddesses that may provoke anger.

Goddess Durga shown in an union with a Tiger. Notice how the anal sections of the human woman and the tiger collide in the drawing suggesting a copulation.

Here are some images the same person(artist) drew, in this case they are either Muslims or Christians…

Muslim poets Ghalib and Faiz shown properly and fully attired in a nice way

A fully clothed Muslim lady. Simple and elegant drawing. I don’t see how this lady could be a Muslim, maybe she does not have a bindi, thats why?

A painting of MF Hussain’s mother – properly and fully clothed.

Mother Teresa shown fully clothed.

Hussain’s daughter painted fully and properly clothed.

A properly and fully-clothed Fatima, the Prophet’s daughter (from one the innumerable number of women he raped/impregnated or forcibly married).

My Conclusion:

It is distinctly evident from MF Husain’s work that he likes to play spoil sport with Hindu items and he treats his own Muslim brethren and Christians with respect. When i say Hindu i refer to the followers of the religion called “Hinduism” that it is known today. It is evident that if MFH paints a picture of prophet Mohammed he would not have his hands to wash his rectal cavity after taking a dump, the next time around. The same can be said if he paints a picture of Mother Teresa in a bikini or say naked.

1. I’m happy that he has the balls to blaspheme against Hindu Gods. I don’t care, god does not exist and insulting a non existing entity is not a criminal offence in my opinion. Like i said earlier, blasphemy is a victimless crime.

2. Applying the same logic Christian & Muslims gods don’t exist as well. Hence offending their gods should not be a big ass problem as well. Unfortunately no, in this country secularism means bashing the majority to appease the minority. We all know what Taslima’s Burkha article did and how many lives were lost because someone wrote something about a piece of clothing & commented on a religious text from their personal opinion.

3. Just as Muslims & Christians have the constitutional right to feel offended (ironically) so do Hindu’s have the right to feel offended if someone depicts a mother god and her  son god to be copulating or performing sexual deeds to each other.

4. To bring back M.F. Hussain or to apologize to him would be hypocrisy. If M.F. Hussain deems an apology and needs to be brought back to India and given safe custody and citizenship then i demand Salman Rushdie to be awarded $100 million dollars and an apology for his work being banned. I also propose that we compensate Dan Brown and Sony Pictures with a $500 Million cheque and apology and we will screen “The Da Vinci Code” all over again in all theaters and govt. offices and public places across India.

5. It is pretty obvious neither will we allow “Satanic Verses” nor do we tolerate The “Da Vinci Code” movie. Both of them are an item that indicate “Freedom of Expression” and “Artistic Expression” as well just like MF Hussain’s paintings do.

6. If we cannot tolerate one, then the other cannot be tolerated as well.

7. It is hypocrisy and unfair to say that someone can offend Hindu’s and not face the consequences but Muslims or Christians should NEVER be offended at no cost even if they outrightly offend the Hindu’s.

I don’t care for Muslims or Christians or Hindu’s. I do however care when one of them is being subject to insult to appease the other or question one of them while they insult the other will generate violence and commotion. Everyone is equal in the eyes of the law, even if that law is stupid to claim one cannot be offended at all (on religious grounds) like how it is in India.

M.F Hussain is no holier than Dan Brown or Salman Rushdie. Nor is he exclusive from the Danish Newspaper who were brought to their knees for publishing a silly fucking cartoon. For all i care, M.F Hussain can go to hell. I care less. Let him practice his “Freedom of Expression” by painting Mohammed in Qatar, if he has the balls to. If only he can play around with Islamic or Christian figures like he does with Hindu figures and then demands that people should not feel offended, i would consider him to be a true secularist and would voice my support to bring him back. Until then, let him scramble in the desert and drink crude oil for time pass. He is a mere perverted Muslim prick who wants to offend Hindu’s and take cover under the blanket of “Art” & “Freedom of Expression” and play politics with our skewed idea of secularism which applies only to Muslims & Christians while Hindu’s can be offended and abused without any question.

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The first ever Michael Jackson record i brought with my own money.

I explicitly remember this. I used to be a conservative goodie goodie god fearing south Indian iyengar brahmin boy who was nuts about English music, in particular Michael Jackson. I was quite famous for this eccentricity as well. I always used to win 1st prize in the school singing competition for Patel house team. It always was a Michael Jackson song, from 3rd grade to 10th grade. I still have all of those certificates and medals. When it came to the school correspondent’s funeral anniversary, it was always "Will you be there" which was the last song of the event, your guess is as good as mine as to who sang it.

I remember Michael Jackson’s history. I already had "Off the Wall", "Thriller", "Bad" and "Dangerous" on tape. I used to beg each and every cousin visiting and put up a scene, not eat food, study straight through the night to score good marks in school tests. All for that one cassette which costs Rs. 150 every 5 – 7 years when MJ releases an album. In 1995 however the scene was different. My dad’s company was liquidated and shamefully we found it hard to manage one square meal a day after me, my brother and my cousin devoured all the little family money in the name of school fees.

Grandpa did not have the usual Re. 1 he used to give me as pocket money. His pension of Rs. 350 a month was not enough to buy rations at home. That does not stop me from laying my hands on this beauty now does it? I found work. I used to pack worms in a aquarium after school for 2 hours a day. My family never knew any of this, not to this moment. I used to get paid Rs. 4 every day. I waited. The very thought of touching those worms used to make me puke everyday when I used to have dinner. I skipped meals, I suffered but it was worth the effort.

I managed Rs. 250 and I took 29 C from perambur to Gemini Flyover. Spencer Plaza was about 6 – 7 kilometers from Gemini Flyover, I think. I did not have money after spending Rs. 3 on bus ticket since the cassette was a double pack. It must cost more than Rs. 150, I knew. I decided to walk. I walked, I was almost out of breath by the time I crawled my way inside Music World. The manager knew instantly at my sight what I wanted. He asked me to wait. I did, for 3 hours. It was about 1 pm when a carton labeled "EPIC/SONY" arrived and they stashed out the cassettes on the racks. Like a hyena pouncing on a carcass I jumped on the rack, despite no one being there since it was a Monday morning. I paid Rs. 250 and I happily rushed to buy several packets of mineral water and some bovonto to put off the fire that was burning inside all of me and of course, get rid off that dehydration.

I came home, took out the AIWA walkman I had sneaked out of my dads locker the earlier night and I plugged in. What happened next was nothing short of 15 amps of electricity flow through you the next half of the day.
Every year on the midnight of the 29th of August I play "Man in the Mirror" to remind myself it all starts and ends with myself. The good, the bad and the ugly. Today is the first time in my life I will play Man in the Mirror without the man who made it all possible.

Today is a day to remember, a day to cherish this man and to thank him for his gift that has changed things for me and many people that words cannot tell. If you feel it, then be here.

Meanwhile, Happy Birthday. King of Pop!

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Yes, that’s me. It’s 100% true and there is no denying it. I complain about a lot of things. I don’t bullshit but i complain. The last time i checked, if you are telling the truth i find that complaining is not a criminal offense in the Indian constitution is it a problem as per the Indian Penal code.

I complain about a lot of things that a lot of Indians complain about. Bad roads, a political system that does not work, tax money not being used for what it is intended, the law and order system that hardly exists and the lethargic attitude of Indians across the nation.

Before you brand me as a country brute and someone who brings disgrace to India and not being patriotic you should listen to my point of view, or alt east that’s what i assume is fair?

Statutory Warning: This post merely states facts. It is not about boasting what great things i do or what a pitiful and sorrowful life i live. Neither do i need the applause, nor the sympathy of any living grain on earth. I’ve been on my own and i think if i’ve managed to survive for the past 27 years, i think i can carry on for a few more years on my own.

Unlike other “normal” people who have the time in their hands i do not have time on my hands. I suffer from a post arthritic condition caused by a dislocated hip. In plain words this means my thigh bone may come off anytime now (it’s barely clinging on to my non existing hip socket) and when that happpens, i may A. if lucky die of pain & shock or B. be bed ridden for the rest of my life and have someone wash my ass for a daily chore (which i do not opt for) and i’d rather die peacefully and have things in place to take myself out, if option B happens.

So, because my time is short i see how precious life is and how i cannot afford to fool around and waste my time. I know i have only one life. Some may disagree and talk about re-incarnation and next birth, i request such hallucinated people to stay away from me. I’ve already been sold that and i trashed such nonsense long ago. Back on topic, i realize that we are not going anywhere as a nation unless and until there is a radical change in our attitude. I want to see change before i die, i fear that i may not for most valid reasons.

So if i can’t see and be the change, what the fuck is my life worth living for? I might rather die right now, get the point?

Every problem needs acknowledgement first that it is indeed a problem. Calling out terms like “India is a Great Country” to sound like a nice guy and be politically correct all the time and saying things like “Unity in diversity” kind of bullshit is in my personal opinion is ‘Spineless’. It may help you score more marks in school and be known as the nice guy amogst the girls but it will not get our society anywhere positive a place. We have bad roads, why don’t we acknowledge we have bad roads? We have democracy that does not work and a law and order situation which is skewed. We also have religious bigots who control the political situation, why know just accept facts as they are?

We know we are not “Unity in diversity” when it comes to issues of the society. Don’t give me that Italian Sonia psuedo prime minister, backward class president for Prathiba patil, christian ex defence minister et all. They came to power because they had the backing of their community and the money to do it. I come from a brahmin family. Getting my folks to vote for anyone other than the “brahminic jayalalitha” would be close to impossible. I’m damn sure it is the case for every other community and family too.

Unless you complain everybody assumes that everything is fine. Unless and until stated things wont be done. This is the basis of communication, it applies to every aspect of life. Home, work, health etc., If people decided to shut up and do nothing about the schmidt memorial this would not have happened. People complained like hell and then they got tired of complaining and started to do something about it. If you are in school and you are being bullied, you either gotta speak to your teacher or you speak to your parents. If you dont communicate you better learn karate to kick your bullies ass, otherwise sit in a corner and cry and make yourself mad. That is life, simple & plain like vanilla ice cream.

Lastly, i complain because i care. Unlike most indian middle class who have the “on top of the cow urine passing” attitude i fail to take no for an answer or for that matter any excuse that is invalid. I’m okay with paying tax as long as tax money is being used for the common good. I don’t stop with complaining, i act too. I work for a few things that i believe need radical change. For example, i work for transgender issues which i think needs addressing. I also work hard to address the bullshit god and religion has managed to loathe all these years and pull people out of the spiritual hallucinations that they are into all the time and make them see a little bit of reality in life.

When i take the pains to book a ticket in a train i fail to accept “please adjust” as an excuse in a reserved compartment. I fail to understand why i need to pay Rs. 100 to the guy who pushes my wheel chair in the airport everytime i come from overseas, when he is already paid to do the job. I fail to understand why i need to bribe someone to do their duty. Usually i find bribe as something to make someone do illegal or something that they are not supposed to do but only in my country do i see bribe as a means to get legal things done.

I feel responsible that im also a direct cause of all the problems. If i fail to acknowledge, if i fail to revolt, if i fail to speak against, if i fail to COMPLAIN then things will not change. Had we not complained when the british were ruling our ass we would still be a british colony. We complained and we never stopped which is why we are “India” now.

So the next time someone complains how shitty things are around them there are only two things you need to look out for.

1. Is there fact/truth in the complaint
2. Is there a validity in complaining, can influence and we at all make a difference.

So here is my 2 cents, i encourage all indians to complain, if possible go get a Ph.D on complaining and do it the expert way.

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Due to excessive pressure and request from Daksha, im posting the image and the story behind these. See this comment here for some background on this. Infact narain endorses these words himself.

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Vishwa likes peacock feather’s much, narain says. This is a posed one thats made to looks like its not been posed at all. Natural things are vishwa’s fav.

Thinking of Vishwa, eternal love is special a feeling…. those moments… that voice, those memories….

This is how vishwa hugs you, (kaathal sadu gudu song playing in the background). and your heart goes like mid 80′s ilayaraja movie music background… “than thana than thana than thana than thana than thana hey!”

If you wanna get the feel of how this would feel, then watch the video below…

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