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Nothing is Static

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She moved slowly, towards him
With a definite pace
He moved slowly, away from her
With a chaotic pace
They moved closer with a sway
They parted away with decay
Everything is falling apart
Nothing is static
It’s appalling

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Those smiles faded
Lame cries echoed
No one to cheer
Souls lack the ability to hear
Those painful cries wrapped in love
Shut down feelings
Everything is falling apart
Nothing is static

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She smiled for a last night
Tears rolled down those pale cheeks
Salty are her bleeding lips
Blood dried between open legs
Nothing is static
Everything is falling apart

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It’s appalling 
She would go to find a new home
Today! This day!
The end; She said⁠⁠⁠⁠


Pics credit: Felisha
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Kashmir: A Heavenly Cemetery

It was the Persian poet Amir Khusru who referred to Kashmir as a paradise on earth. There is an old stone plaque in, Shalimar Gardens, which proclaims “Agar Firdaus bar rōy-e zamin ast, hamin ast-o hamin ast-o hamin ast,” meaning “If there is a paradise upon earth, it is here, it is here, it is here“.

It is also mentioned that when Jahangir was asked on his deathbed about his cherished desire he is credited to have said:

“Kashmir, the rest is worthless”

Well, reading such great poetic words:

Always I wondered

How could one term a piece of land heaven

It baffled me for ages

Why do poets write such praises

After all it’s just a land, few trees, few mountains

A valley blessed with decades of unrest

Lost peace as a concept

A land once white as snow

Now has traces of blood 

On every leaf which has the mettle to grow

A land trampled by army boots and assault rifles

A land filled with widows, staring out the windows

Bleeding for someone long gone

A land whose kids wish a life at dawn

Return home clad in white, powered by saffron

What’s so special about a ruined town?

Why is it a talk among the nations around?

Well, I never knew what ‘beautiful’ meant

Until I set foot on Kashmir’s heavenly ground

A land blessed by Allah himself

A heaven with gunfire in the background

A heaven with bleeding, dying children in a mound

Throats choked with tear gas and smoke

Unable to make any sound

A heaven destroyed brutally

By you and me collectively

The Green Plant & The Lady in Red

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 It rained last night

The stars were dull

The moon was gloomy

Her eyes shone bright

She flew kites, all her last days and all those lovely nights

She felt free, roaming around 

With a bear trap, chained to her leg

rattling the ground, as she walked and trampled and moved

This morning, the green plant caught her gaze

She got confused, she got dazed

The earth around was barren

Though her last night was brazenly wet

She looked at the green plant

The plant looked back

Staring he saw, his lovely lady in red

the plant bled, the plant bled

And the land around, blossomed

The lady in red stood motionless

She couldn’t see; hear no sound

Her heart skipped few beats

All she heard was a pointless rhythmic beating of few punctured valves

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The lady in red, went back to her bed; she had witnessed enough rain for the season

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Textbook Justice: Dil Dil Pakistan

ISLAMABAD — Pakistani Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif resigned on July 28 shortly after the country’s Supreme Court ordered his removal from office in connection with corruption charges stemming from the Panama Papers leak in 2016.

The five-judge panel’s unanimous decision, issued amid tight security in the capital of Islamabad, and Sharif’s immediate resignation plunged the nuclear-armed nation into a political crisis.

The court ruling came immediately after an investigative panel alleged that Sharif’s family could not account for what it said was vast wealth in offshore companies.

“He is no longer eligible to be an honest member of the parliament, and he ceases to be holding the office of prime minister,” Ejaz Afzal Khan, one of the judges, said in court.

In a brief statement, Sharif’s office said Sharif “relinquished his charge” as prime minister after learning of the Supreme Court’s decision.

The statement suggested that the decision was unjust and said Sharif had “serious reservations about the judicial process,” but that he stepped down to show his respect for the judiciary and rule of law.

Crowds were assembled outside the Supreme Court in Islamabad, where more than 3,000 security personnel were deployed ahead of the ruling.

Opponents of Sharif celebrated the decision.

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“Pakistan’s courts have made a prime minister accountable,”opposition Tehrik-e Insaf party member Fawad Chaudhry said, adding: “Today is a day of victory for Pakistan.”

Pakistani media reported that a criminal investigation would also be launched against Sharif, who was serving as prime minister for the third time, and his family.

He has repeatedly denied any wrongdoing in the case while calling the inquiry into his family’s finances a conspiracy.

“This is not accountability, it is revenge,” Railways Minister Khawaja Saad Rafiq tweeted before the verdict. “In an effort dislodge us, the democratic system has been made a target.”

The Supreme Court also ordered a criminal investigation into the assets of Finance Minister Ishaq Dar, an ally of Sharif who has been credited with helping Pakistan’s economy reach its fastest pace of growth in a decade.

Sharif’s ruling Pakistan Muslim League-Nawaz (PML-N) party, which has a majority in parliament, is expected to name a new prime minister to hold office until elections due next year.

Pakistan’s figurehead president, Mamnoon Hussain, is expected to convene the National Assembly once Sharif’s party nominates a successor.

Sharif, 67, is among the major political casualties of the Panama Papers leaks that brought offshore finance under the spotlight.

Documents from the Panama-based Mossack Fonseca law firm that were made public in April 2016 revealed that three of Sharif’s four children owned offshore companies and assets not shown on his family’s wealth statement.

Sharif’s son Hussain Nawaz at the time acknowledged owning offshore companies but insisted they used legal money to set up businesses abroad.

In 2016, Iceland’s prime minister, Sigmundur Davíd Gunnlaugsson, stepped down amid public outrage that his family had sheltered money offshore.

One of Sharif’s two previous stints as prime minister was cut short by a military coup in 1999.

He returned from exile to win a convincing victory in parliamentary elections in 2013.

No prime minister has completed a full term in power in Pakistan since the country gained independence from British colonial rule in 1947.

Sharif’s brother, Shehbaz, who is chief minister of Punjab province, is a possible contender for the prime minister’s job.

Sardar Ayaz Sadiq, the speaker of the national assembly; Shahid Khaqan Abbasi, the minister of petroleum; Khurram Dastgir Khan, the commerce minister; and Defense Minister Khawaja Muhammad Asif have also been named as possible contenders.

Pakistan’s Supreme Court had once previously disqualified a prime minister. In 2012, it ruled that Prime Minister Yusuf Raza Gilani was guilty of contempt and ordered him removed from office.

With reporting by Reuters and AP

What we talk, when we talk, about, Love!

 

Good Evening Planet

It’s a lovely evening, indeed. There is a dazzling, shimmering, reason behind this love, in the evening. Yesterday morning, I released the first chapter of my 2nd book – Smokes & Strings – Boulevard of Broken Art. It’s a love story. A twisted one.

I had my doubts, because, what do I know? I, have, never been in love. I just experienced what television sold, not the books…the Television. I went out on dates in shopping malls, bought gifts and had sex. It did seem like love, back then. Now, I am a grown up. I no longer watch television. I only read books and I only talk to writers. And, I want to know what love is…..

I asked my friend, Khadija Fatima – Author of You Think You Know ,”Do you know, what love is?” She sent me a poem. The Rise in Skies & the Fall on Earth. But then we all know, we need to figure out ART. It’s always ”what’s not said” and never, ”what is”.

So, I made some failed attempts to understand it and finally gave up. I, then again, asked her to explain….And we both ended up writing this play….


Ladies and Gentlemen, Tonight’s entertainment is a play about love, loss, pride, humility and then, love, again. BrokenRadio Theatres Present, to you, a play written by Khadija (You think You know) and Nishant (Broken Radio) .

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Act I – Begins,

Lift the curtains!

(Crowd Cheers, Loud applause, A remarkably thin male is sitting on a stool, in front of a stunningly beautiful female. They both are in their prime youth and seem very cheerful. The entire stage is lit with bright lights, with no gloominess in any corner, apart from, in the eyes of, both the protagonists)

Nik: How are we doing today, Kate. What are we doing?

Kate: Heya! Ahh been occupied. I had company. Now, was enjoying my alone time, and then you walked in and sat, there, right, on that stool.

Nik: Well, if anyone would have such a delightful company as you, blessed are those few.

Kate: Ain’t you guys just too nice.

Nik: Well, you pay me to be nice. I think, I should get at least twice the amount you pay me, because, of the time I invest in you . Your project, I mean!

Kate: Oh, I didn’t know, I pay you to be nice.

Nik: Yeah, a very unfair amount though but then there are other perks which I truly enjoy.

Kate: You are funny! (Sarcastically)

Nik:  I am serious, always. It’s, you, who somehow induce humor in my deadbeat words.
And I guess, glamor, too.

Kate: Yes, glamor, I agree cause I just love it. We’re both sarcastic.

Nik: I am not. Talk about yourself, Lady! (pauses, clears throat) You are the friendliest ‘client’, I ever had the pleasure to service. Never met someone with your potential, in this, big, bad, round, uneven, world. 

(A smiles spreads on Kate’s face and the black and white lights change to a rainbow)

And, that smile, That’s, what makes my days, and evenings, and someday, other periods of my long, lonely, lazy, mundane, days.

Kate: My goodness. I think, I’m done with compliments. 

Nik: (stammers) Oh, Okay, no more for today, then. (Pauses for a second. Dramatic music plays in the background, for a second. Music stops) Glad, I have nothing to say about your, yesterday’s picture. It just made me speechless.

Kate: (blushes) Oh, about that, I think, I was too happy yesterday since everyone loved my poem. So, hence the glow. (Comes closer, and whispers in his ears) Even, in the theatre people were staring madly. (Pulls her face back and continues talking). So, Yeah, partial credit goes to you for publishing it. And my makeup of course 😸 I love shimmer!

Nik: (Comes closer, and stares in her eyes) The stares were all for you, so, you deserve the credit. (lights go dim, girl bows down) Shimmer, loves, being on you. (pulls her closer) You think, you know, let me tell you something, Ignorance is bliss. 

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(Lights are back. It’s just a white, bright light. Nik and Kate adjust their seats, the moment lights, change color. There is a chaotic silence on the stage. The background music is of an animal being choked to death. The music gets louder. Nik stands up. Kate pulls her chair farther away from him.)

Kate: (coldly, her voice comes from far to the audience) So, what could you make from the poem? 

Nik: (Addresses the audience) And the poetess wants to know… What, the commoner sees… Okay! 

(looks at her and continues)

Understanding, The Rise in Skies & the Fall on Earth ….

The stage drifts away from behind, from beneath, his feet. The background metamorphoses into an old, dusty, rusty, library. Kate exits the scene. Nik wears reading glasses. And the curtains fall…Crowd cheers..) 

ACT I – Ends


Hope, you guys enjoyed reading this, as much as we enjoyed writing. BrokenRadio would return with the second act, soon enough. Grab a smoke for now. Will ya!

Feeble Men – Brave Women

Feeble Men – Brave Women

 

Good Morning Planet

Recently, I have started inviting people to the Broken Radio Studios for brainstorming sessions. Broken Radio has always proudly proposed a different view of outlook towards most pressing issues. As a generalization, society is only aware of two prime base colors. Black and White. The masses are always surrounded by a clouded reality of right and wrong. The masses are extremely polarized. Either they would find an action right and endorse it or they would brand an action incorrect and shun it. Most of the intellectuals fail to acknowledge an important concept, which is also cherished by universe –

Right and Wrong was never the protocol of the day. There are actions followed by consequences. Beyond the shades of right and wrong there’s a shade, we call it grey. The entire universe clad in dazzling lights and shimmering darkness is one complemented shade of Grey.  

Now whenever Broken Radio comes up with a new conceptualized theory backed by strong reasoning, driven by a logical approach, rich with non-biased, true facts, we make sure that we introduce it to the select few and get approval after a thoughtful debate which doesn’t involve name calling and yelling. After the theory/concept is approved by our select panel of intellectuals, we then roll it out for the masses, undiluted.

Today we are going to talk about missing valor in men and overwhelming bravery in women.

A dear friend of mine and founder of Fight Club – Tyler Durden once said –

We’re a generation of men raised by women. I’m wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

Tyler shared his views 18 years ago. We all agreed and gave him an overwhelming approval.

In the past 18 years, a lot has changed. Today Broken Radio would like to edit Tyler words to make it more suitable as per the modern times. We are positive Tyler would agree with us. We say –

We’re a generation of men constantly saved by women. We are saved by our mothers. We are shielded by our sisters. Our lovers help us dream. Our partners groom us to achieve. Our daughters love us and we hate ourselves. I’m wondering if we deserve any women.

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To further elaborate let’s observe this small social interaction –

Hamsa, is a country head of a reputed Financial institution based in one of the richest countries. Hussain is also employed by the same institution. Hamsa is an extremely talented, goal-oriented, confident, successful yet loving female. Everyone passively desire her. Some mask it as an admiration, others as love, few as lust too but in the end every man wants her. Hamsa is a kind-hearted woman and she wants to help people like every other decent human being. Hamsa is also an extremely confident person with no self-esteem issues. She toiled hard, fought corporate wars and emerged a winner.

But, (as we all know, there is always a but lurking around), like every other woman, Hamsa also has a need to love, to be loved, to talk, to be spoken to, to be heard. Karen is Hamsa’s best friend. Karen is a wonderful woman. I am in love with Karen and I know that I know her better than anyone else. Karen is a great listener. Karen loves Hamsa and tries to fulfil her every emotional need. That is what friends do. They take care of your emotional needs but in the end, Karen is a woman. She is not a man. We are technically wired to spend the most passionate moments of our lives with the opposite sex. (Homosexuals, you are another blog, another day, today just go away.)

Hussain is an attractive person. I highly doubt his sincerity towards his work but Hamsa always praises it. So, due to lack of proper evidence, let’s agree that Hussain is also hard-working. Let’s just add a fucking fake badge on his tainted uniform. Anyways Hamsa, due to lack of better, deserving men decides to go out on a dinner date with Hussain after he pesters her for multiple months.

Here’s what happens –

(Waiter approaches Hussain)

Waiter: May I get the order?

(Hussain directs the waiter towards Hamsa.)

Hamsa: I would take a meze, rich in white cheese and sliced melon. Please make sure that you do not use hot pepper paste. Stash the walnuts towards the sides and the yogurt should not be more than 6 hours old. Bring an Arak now and one followed after the meal. That would be it.

Waiter: Thanks ma’am.

(Waiter looks at the spineless guy.)

What would you like to order sir?

(Hussain is sweating like a pig. His legs are shaking badly. A tiny drop of his stinking sweat rolls down from his forehead, along his crooked nose, bounces on his twisted lower lip and drops into his glass of water. Hussain picks his glass of water and drinks it in one large sip.)

Hussain: I would take a Butter Naan with Afghani Chicken.

The waiter walks away.  

  It’s been three years since that night. Hamsa heard all his unbelievable stories. Hamsa believed in all of them. Yesterday, he told a rather believable story and Hamsa brushed it off in disbelief.

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Karen, love of my life, told me that Hussain confessed being married. Seems like Hussain had a memory issue. All the three years he exploited Hamsa’s innocence, tainted her soul, crushed her spirits, lied, cheated, he never remembered that he was married. Today he wishes to leave his job and go back to his wife. Hussain got some terrible memory issues.

Anyways, Sister Hamsa is devastated. My lover Karen is devastated. I know how wonderful and selfless women are, so, witnessing their pain, I am devastated.

Ideally our society doesn’t endorse views of revenge, hatred, aggression. Ironically, we are brave men who wage war on an annual basis. We indulge in hi-tech war equipment and very bravely use our chip powered drones and kill innocent people. That’s an extremely difficult act of bravery. Flying battery powered weapons is the new art of war.

People lost their bravery when Vikings vanished from the planet. The last recorded brave men were the Vikings. They went to wage war to go to Walhalla. They went to war, either to die or to kill. In both the cases an eternal fulfilling experience of soul. Now people find such thoughts crazy. What I find crazy is few snipers calling themselves patriots killing innocent people in the name of country and the country would then proudly honor them as great warriors. I guess that’s where Broken Radio and the world have an objective disagreement of philosophy.

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Now Hamsa is devastated and so is Karen. I am outraged. I do not like my sister and my lover upset because of a spineless, coward, lying, piece of shit. I either like someone or I hate them. If I have enough valid reasons to hate someone, that person often lands in knee-deep trouble. So, Hussain is done for this life.

There were days in the past, KGB agents used to call Moscow for help. Mostly Moscow would not help. Spies need to deal with their shit, on their own. Moscow would mostly say –

“Moscow is silent.

Today morning, I called Moscow. Moscow wasn’t silent. Moscow is outraged. Hussain needs to pay. Moscow wants justice for sister Hamsa. Few clicks on a laptop, in a cyber cell by a truth activist is what it takes to disable someone’s life permanently. I feel no sympathy for Hussain. Cowards have no place in a just world. Broken Radio is fighting for a just world. Few sacrifices are needed, few extreme examples need to be fed.

I just wanted to advise Sister Hamsa, (hope she won’t consider it meddling) –

Feeble Men cannot compliment Brave Women. Think before you choose your partner.

Have a wonderful day People. Keep on lying, cheating and whoring, after all it’s not an ideal world.

It’s just a blatant scam. A great con!

 

 

We the People demand Free the People

** The views expressed in this article are of an Individual. Government doesn’t endorse such views. They do not mind people being slaves. BrokenRadio does **

There’s blood in the streets, it’s up to my ankles
She came
Blood in the streets, it’s up to my knee
She came
Blood in the streets in the towns around
She came
Blood on the rise, it’s following me
Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair 

                                                 –Peace Frog

Good Morning Planet

Rain does push the morning bio-alarm away. I always make sure to wake up early. Early bird catches the worm. In a filth-rich society, someone got to give up on grabbing desserts and take the pains to catch the worm. I don’t mind menial jobs. Work is worship. So, I catch worms.

Today morning I was interacting with a fan, (I personally prefer the term friend) who belongs from Kashmir. She had the pleasure of witnessing years of tyranny. I wish, I too was that lucky. Witnessing political and social tyranny, first-hand is an extremely enriching and soulful experience. She is blessed. God bless her soul. God bless her family. She was sharing her agony about her little brothers, who were badly hurt by a state backed oppressive force.

I guess all of us have agreed on my views, that a self-aware state/society/system which stems out and breeds on a principle of self-indulgence cannot work selflessly for the self-interest of the people. To elaborate –

  • Your Government is a failed state.
  • Your Society is a failed organization.
  • Your Beliefs are a failed system.
  • Your Armed Forces are failed assailants.
  • Your Media is a failed tube.
  • Your Soul is a failed institution.
  • You are a failed experiment.

My Radio, though it’s Broken, still airs.

Now in this failed mindset, we end up agreeing to failed concepts.

“Get a job. Go to work. Get married. Have children. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the pavement. Watch TV. Obey the law. Save for your old age. Now repeat after me: I am free.”

We are in a state of constant surveillance. This surveillance is then used to create propaganda that is wrapped in religious content and then weaponized for brutality against humanity to fulfill Political agendas. The Prime goal of the campaign being:

“Seasoned Subjugation of Mind!”

This is the ultimate tag-line endorsed by your governments across the blue dot, floating in the space, in an infinite universe, brightly lit with lights and fairly rich with darkness.

We are in a state of encouraged vigilantism. This vigilantism is then used to induce terror propaganda which is wrapped in fear and then weaponized for mass slavery to fulfill corporate agendas. The Prime goal of the campaign being:

“Autonomous Subjugation of the Mind”

In an era, where consciousness should be floating around, we the people walk proudly, in a state of deep sleep which is pleasantly masked as waking dream that is perceived as reality due to flawed sense of reasoning.

But the people wake up. They always do. Today or tomorrow or in the centuries later to come, an awakening is inevitable. Today I woke up late but when I looked out the window, I saw an awakened mass. After a very long span of time, I witnessed rising.

Ayat from Kashmir demanded freedom and I would help her attain it.

We the people demand Free the people.

Freedom of Mind. Freedom of Soul. Freedom of thoughts. Freedom to choose goals.

And it’s so easy to be free. It’s just a two-step process.

  • We pick up a pen.
  • And we keep writing about the truth, just the truth, only the truth.

No one needs to get out of their homes. No one needs to flood the streets. No one needs to yell. No one needs to scream. Hell, you do not even need to talk.

Just Write! Write about the injustice you witness! Write about the brutality you experience! Write about the extents of exploitation you are subjugated to!

Write about the Truth!

We the people will flood the streets with letters addressed to the establishment. The drains would clog with molten pulp and would burn the unjust system. We the people would ignite a cleansing fire and burn this crippled disassociated oppressive system and  We the people then would Free the people.

A pen and a paper is the only medicine crafted for this epidemic!

The first revolution is the revolution of the mind wherein you agree to at least the concept of tolerance for a different point of view. A view which you have never been shown before. A view which every great or evil person agreed to.

Be it murderer Escobar or the benevolent Teresa.

Writing letters is the only real art of war!

To achieve a permanent state of peace, let’s give way to a temporary state of unrest.

Let’s get out of our cozy couch and get in the library. Let’s write slogans. No stones needed. No bullets required. Just a pen and a brave heart.

We the People demand Free the People.   

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#wethepeople #demand #freethepeople @brokenradiocreatives

Have an Excellent Sunday. Happy Shopping.

American Express Cyber Hub – Fostering Excellence

Good Evening Planet

I was saving my energy this entire day because I wanted to talk about GST. It’s outrageous and it marks the beginning of an Economist Fascism in a country which is already plagued with Religious Fascism. The way Modi is selling the idea of a midnight session, comparing it to freedom, well, that’s just contrary to what is really going to happen. Nehru in 1947 said,

“At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awaken to life and freedom.”

I, in 2017 say, “At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to witness death and captivity.” 

For those who know me and those who do not, I am an emotional writer. Yes, a writer needs to be rational and logical but if one is stating facts, then just facts matter. Emotions make all of us human. As much as I wish to talk about GST, I am going to hold myself back, few more hours, cause I am overwhelmed with some great emotions of appreciation. Till the time, I do not let these emotions out, I might not be able to write an impactful article about GST. So, here it is, my flood of emotions to drown you all.

I have experienced unbelievable reactions on my previous articles about American Express. My inbox is flooded both with appreciation and hatred. I like all sort of reactions. A positive reaction means, I left an impact. A negative reaction means, I left an everlasting impression. So I like both of them. I would strongly urge both my followers and haters to read an article, “Are you a Chimp?” before they start commenting or sharing any of my content. It saddens me deeply that people are twisting the facts I say, as per their own convenience and using it for their own personal corporate propaganda.

My articles about American Express do not talk about The American Express Company. The one which did was about financial and sales fraud (Financial Meltdown Nov 2017, An American Express dream!) and that did not mention any corporate sexual/emotional abuse. The ones which talk about abuse (American Express India Campus – A Sexual Playground, American Express India Campus – A Sexual Playground – II) are carefully titled – India Campus. I would never in my conscious say things which I did not experience or witness. I do not believe in hearsay and I do not gossip. Truth, Truth, Truth and Truth, that’s what I write about.

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I spent 5 years working for American Express and I was in a heaven for at least 3 of it. The heaven is called “Cyber Hub”. Today I am going to talk about real leaders and exemplary conduct. A duo whom I admire immensely – Gaurav & Sue. Let me share a one liner for both of them, so that you guys have a little idea about their personality –

Gaurav – Hard Headed, No tolerance for bullshit.

Sue – Mother, Sister, Friend, Counselor and a Go Getter.

I guess this kind of sums up their great personalities in as few words as possible. Unfortunately I do not have the vocabulary to truly describe how amazing leaders were they. Someday once I become a better writer, I might be able to. But today I do not possess the required vocabulary.

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Gaurav and Sue, together with their joint efforts not just saved a sinking Titanic but also took it for a spin around the world. A process which was taking it’s dying breath, whose pulse was 30-40, not only did these Corporate gods revive it but also turned it into a sprinting BOLT. In less than 12 months the pulse of that dead beat rose to 80-90 and remained static. It was a remarkable corporate achievement and the entire AMEX family was gaga. They groomed a fleet of corporate leaders who are still making waves througout MNC’s. Let me name a few – Lalit, Shruti, Deepika, Nivedita, Jayshree, Bipasha, Amit, and it would be midnight if I mention all the names.

I hate corporations because they rob you off your life. But working with Sue n Gaurav never felt like working in a corporation. It felt like being at home. They were not bosses. They were guardians. And we were their only children. Half of the time Sue was busy resolving people’s personal issues. She realized the importance of human connect. She knew people perform better when they are happy and feel looked after.

Gaurav always came across as a number driven guy and he might deny my claims that he loved us, like his own, but that’s just how he is. He won’t shower you with love but he would make you find love, in your work, by using as little words as possible. He was and is a man of few words.

And it’s not that everyday was Eid. We had our differences. We used to yell at each other all the time. Mostly the yelling was done by us. You remember those day when you think your parents hate you and love your siblings more. Well those were like a monthly activity but what was different in Cyber hub and missing in India Campus, was freedom. We never thought twice before speaking our minds. We were not judged but were heard.

What bosses everywhere lack is active listening. They just want to talk. They do not want to listen. Well, Gaurav and Sue were different. And once again, we all had our differences but we were still a family because they treated us in that manner. We were not corporate slaves.

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I wish, I could write better so that I can repay their mortal debt of the time and efforts they put in grooming and mentoring me and shaping a headless chicken like me, in whatever little human, I have become. I guess someday I might. Today I would just say thank you Gaurav and love you SUE.

Stay tuned in for more about corporations, religion, politics, love and whatever my deluded head comes up with. And subscribe to my blog. It won’t hurt and It’s free. I would earn a few bucks from ads and the pen would have a little ink. A writer does need fancy pens. What else would be left in this world, if you let the ink dry…

Enjoy your evening and remember today midnight marks a beginning of a new era. An era of financial unrest, political autocracy and religious fascism. We the people can still unite and topple this government way, before 2019. I alone cannot. Are you with me?

Cosmic Abandonment : We’re Destined To Be Miserable

“Admiration and familiarity are strangers”

George Sand

Human beings are strange creatures. The wise among us have said million things & we hear them, admire them, hand them down to coming generations but obviously fail to understand them. This is what leads to a lot of lessons needing to repeat themselves again & again. For instance, they taught us all in childhood

“Familiarity breeds contempt”

We heard it, but did we understand it? Absolutely not. If that would have been the case, the institution of marriage would have been long dissolved. For that matter, the concept of family would have been outlawed. Why you ask?  What is it like when couples start dating initially & then as time goes by they decide that they simply cannot live without each other & then when they do start co-inhabiting, they begin driving each other mad. No matter what you do, nobody can deny the fact that the most ignored, taken for granted people in our lives are also the ones we claim to love the most! That’s because they’re always around.Try this. Impose a curfew for a few days in a city and disallow people from assembling or even living together. Suddenly, everyone would start longing human company, the very same people whose sole desire in life is a little ‘me time’. A few free spirited junkies may even be happy for a while but then ultimately, would long company. That’s why even people who do not have any human friends to hang out with in the end, end up surrounding themselves with cats! Or lizards, depending on what they’re into! Which brings me to another quote we heard a long time ago but never really understood

“Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for”

Bob Marley

The human need to socialize & co-habituate is so deep, that we’re ready to bear the systematic murder of our feelings, just so we can be around someone, who also wants to be around us. But we are also quick to start detesting that individual the moment we’re with them because we start taking them for granted! We are complicated indeed. We display signs of cosmic abandonment. We all suffer from daddy issues. That’s right, among the theories presented to the world by scientists & religious nut jobs, the one theory that makes sense to me is the theory of Cosmic Abandonment by Mark Passio.

“We hate each other, but we’d rather be miserable together.”

Isha .V. Singh

That’s how I see it. And Mark Passio describes perfectly & reasonably as best he can.It’s a good presentation to invest your time in. Mark goes on to describe what he, & ancient Sumerians, believe to be the origin of the human race,& goes on the to provide an explanatory synthesis of the current human condition.

We are the results of a failed experiment & the ‘Gods’ who created us, our ‘fathers’ if you may, have long abandoned us. That’s why we are so screwed. Most of us do not even know what our suffering really is, we’re that miserable.

That’s where religion comes into the picture. According to a poll conducted in a country that’s touted as the leader of the free world, the United States Of America, more than 60% of American answered in the affirmative when asked if “religion solved all of my problems”. We’re so doomed, that we believe in a bunch of unsubstantial fairy tales just so that we can cling to the comforting hope of a messiah who would ultimately come & rescue us! We’re so desperate that we not only await the savior but have concocted his adversary too! And to make matters interesting, we fight with each other in an attempt to disprove the authenticity of the fable whose story line doesn’t coincide with ours! You see, there’s a lot of pent up resentment, anger & hatred within us & we’re constantly seeking ways to channelize these negative emotions lest they destroy our own selves. This is also why we are so prone to violence & being violent.

“It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence”

Mahatma Gandhi

This quote comes from the man touted as the most non-violent man in the history of mankind! We sell non-violence in his name! And yet, even he couldn’t resist acknowledging the human need for violence.

I guess the point I’m trying to make is, we’re screwed. We all are. And we’re all in it together. So, let’s be kind to each other. However difficult it may be to love one another, it’s always possible to be kind simply because we understand what it’s like to be miserable.

“Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not”

Samuel Johnson

So let’s stop the song & dance about love & switch our energies on being kind instead.

Grace & Peace!

 

Orange Clad Demon – CM Yogi Adityanath

 

Orange is the new Black

Good Afternoon Planet

I’ve got a few questions for all of you today.

How many of us have seen a Pope fighting for election?

How many of us have seen a Maulana representing a state or a country?

How many of us have seen a priest running a state?

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The answer to the first two questions is no one. But the answer to the last question is – 7.5 billion. This disparity is scary. Uttar Pradesh , is the most populous state in the Republic of India. It is home to the highest numbers of both Hindus and Muslims. By religion, the population in 2011 was Hindus 79.73%, Muslims 19.26%, Sikhs 0.32%, Christians 0.18%, Jains 0.11%, Buddhists 0.10%, and Others 0.30%. The literacy rate of the state at the 2011 census was 70%, which was below the national average of 74%.

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Now Indians are not smart. We are talking about a set of people who uninstalled Snapdeal when the CEO of Snapchat called them poor. That’s the level of intellect Indians possess. Indians were ashamed of themselves since ages. Modi was quoted in a newspaper saying “Earlier you felt ashamed of being born Indian” and that his term in office is what has changed that perception. Twitter was outraged with PM’s remarks. The whole nation was. I wasn’t. I have dealt with foreign nationals through out my corporate slavery of 8 long years. And I am very well aware of how Indians are perceived throughout the globe. Indians are so uneducated that they have to be taught not to shit and pee in public. They have to be taught not to push people in metros. They need to be taught not to litter. They need to be taught not to pick nose in public. That’s how intelligent Indians are.

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Modi was right when he passed this remark and he has done a good job teaching Indians few manners. I applaud him for that. But that could have been done by any of these money hungry, corporate endorsing, celebrities. A PM’s job is to run a country, not to teach fellow country men manners. But that was his strategy. He did not win an election. He won a popularity contest and he would not stop. He would continue fighting for his popularity like Kim Kardashian and the way teenage girls admire Kim, this illiterate country would continue loving PM Modi. He has paid media along his side.

Subhash Chandra is an Indian media moghul. He is chairman of Essel Group, an Indian conglomerate. He also got elected to the Upper House of Indian parliament from the Haryana state in Rajya Sabha election.

Essel group owns –

  • World is One News
  • Zee News
  • Zee Hindustan
  • Zee Entertainment Enterprises
  • Zee Media Corporation
  • Daily News and Analysis
  • Dish TV
  • Siti Cable
  • Zee Turner Limited
  • Intrex Trade Exchange Ltd
  • Cyquator Technologies Limited
  • Digital Media Convergence Limited
  • CornerShop Entertainment

Modi and Subhash have been close friends. Modi launched Subhash’s autobiography at 7, Race Course Road, New Delhi. Why would a PM do something like this? And how did he manage time? These are relevant questions. These are not baseless allegations.  You better find the answers yourself. I am not here to hand it over to you. Tweet Modi and ask him, ”Isn’t it unethical to be friends with one of the major media baron?”

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Anyways lets get back to his pet, CM Yogi. We have already established that U.P’s literacy rate is lower than that of the rest of India and Indians are born stupid. I am just saying what your PM says proudly. He believes in it too. Why shouldn’t he? We are watching paid media praising him and we assume he is praise worthy. Let me remind you of a truth which you seem to have forgotten because media no longer brings it up. This man is responsible for riots. He was denounced by the global community because of his hard lined religious approach and even was denied Visa to United States. The same country which proudly endorses him now because of a common goal – Kill Muslims. Don’t make too much of a noise. Kill them slowly and silently. Oh, my bad. They do not use the term kill. That’s bad. Neutralize the threat. That’s the popular term.

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Now this rioting enthusiast has appointed his pet as the chief minister of a state which is stupider than an already stupid nation. This pet wears a costume the whole fucking time. That’s how tolerant he is. He never gets out of his costume. He thinks he is a religious rock star. No he isn’t. He is a lunatic. Religion breeds hatred. That’s the base of religion. All the world’s biggest documented tragedies including ancient conquests and modern wars are religiously motivated and politically masked. A person who wears a black gown throughout, yup, Orange is the new black. I have started hating orange cause now I think it’s just blood, diluted with sweat. This lunatic who wants to create a Hindu nation is fueling hatred in people and letting his so called army of goons – Hindu Sena, run around like wild monkeys, killing innocent people in the name of animals.

I am a born Hindu and I eat beef. I enjoy eating beef. I would eat beef everyday. Also on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And I want you lunatics to mess with me. Stop killing little children in the name of your gods. Come mess with me. I am going to a slaughter house this very evening, located in Ghaziabad, to buy beef and then I would head home and cook it and eat delicious beef. My doors would be open waiting for your goons. Many few people realize the power of truth. If you are not a bastard Mr Yogi, if you drank your mother’s milk and not some vagabond animal’s piss, I welcome you for a nice meal. (This is the languagae they communicate in) Let’s see who has power. A bought position handed to you while you run around like puppet or a True voice of an honest Indian. Tonight let’s see whether the revolution would be televised or not. Tonight you should pay for killing Junaid. You killed him and PM Modi conceived it in one of his Jet lags. Hope to see you and your army of goons in the next few hours.

Good Bye for now.

 

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

“The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by American Express

In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you selfies of Modi
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Mendel Rivers to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

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There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
on reports from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so god damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally screwed
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

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There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash or Englebert Humperdink.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

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Gilbert “Gil” Scott-Heron (April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011) was an American soul and jazz poet, musician, and author, known primarily for his work as a spoken-word performer in the 1970s and 1980s. His collaborative efforts with musician Brian Jackson featured a musical fusion of jazz, blues, and soul, as well as lyrical content concerning social and political issues of the time, delivered in both rapping and melismatic vocal styles by Scott-Heron. (Broken Radio took the liberty to make an edit to suit current times)
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