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The virusian dream

Viruses represent life at the most primitive level imaginable. Resentful of life without nourishment and reproduction, this particular group of organisms prefer absolute dormancy over microbial socialising. For hosts nice enough to offer them a place to crash for the night, an unpleasant experience often follows – for viruses tend to overstay their welcome, and not only that – the guest tissues are renovated to suit their needs to the limits of emptying food coffers and establishing new colonies for their newly born children to live and do the same thing over again. While this may read as disgusting social behaviour and a distasteful mindset on the part of viruses, an interesting analogy could be made for another group of organisms that boast of ample cranial capacity along with admirable abilities with respect to natural consciousness – a mammal species of ape descendants that happens to be the most successful at living out the Virusian Dream.

Just as scientific research has indicated microbes evolving to becoming immune to various methods employed for complete annihilation of their colonies (stemming from the noble sentiment of having had quite enough of casually inflicted holocausts), these creatures that inhabit dry, oxygen-rich regions upon their host too have managed to safeguard themselves from their own challenges of life. Locally sourced tissue of the host, such as wood and stone, has been used and fought over for burrowing purposes – a clever mechanical barrier from common atrocities they wish to avoid. A natural programming serves them to help out their fellows, either directly and individually or indirectly in organised forces. For countless generations, ever-growing modifications to the code has caused these pathogens to survive for a longer time. One of the established challenges is nourishment, and to overcome this, certain factions become providers and others remain consumers, interchangeably; another is physical modification of their environment, which is done at the levels ranging from within burrows and outside burrows, to colonies of burrows. Countless similar challenges have been dealt with, ensuring an undisturbed and polished evolution grasping for perfection. Wherever life isn’t sustainable, it is forced to be so!

When creatures not in equilibrium with their environment are allowed to wreak havoc upon it, and produce copious number of generations still, an ugly natural truth is exposed: Charles Darwin’s phrase survival of the fittest is actually a reference to life’s property to be dominated by the most destructive of its creations. Must life itself be termed as a disease then, and humans, highly evolved pathogens? Quite so, and this would shatter humanity’s illusions of superiority. Every step taken for self-improvement, self-preservation, and communal well-being could only be viewed as blind programming aimed at prolongation of generations and sustenance of life, which in turn has proved to be organised destruction. As humans, we may find natural order disorderly, for it interferes with our protected illusions. We may find solace in our collective strengths, in glorious feats scaled by us to protect our way of consumerist living and uplift our sense of self-awareness. Till when, I ask? Our host may eventually shrug us off, or we may kill ourselves off over time. There is some solace for it in that.

If however we find the idea of Virusian Life pleasurable, I would say that we go straight past Denial, Anger, Bargaining and Depression to A C C E P T A N C E.

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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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Che Guevara : The New Man

Good Morning Planet

I am a big fan of prologue. But today, I choose to stay mum, cause today’s speaker says a lot, that changed a lot.

It is good to speak clearly….In order to conquer something we have to take it away from somebody….That something we must conquer — the country’s sovereignty  — has to be taken away from that somebody called monopoly….It means that our road to liberation will be opened up with victory over the monopolies…. The revolution has to be “radical,” and has to “destroy the roots of evil” that afflicts humanity in order to “eliminate injustice.” It is the revolution, and the revolution is the people….It is time to get onboard the new ship of state, or get off….The enemy might well retaliate…Together we will all be saved or we will sink….I think one has to constantly think on behalf of masses and not on behalf of individuals….It’s criminal to think of individuals because the needs of the individual become completely weakened in the face of the needs of the human conglomeration….Popular forces can win a war against any army….It is not necessary to wait for the conditions to be right to begin the revolution; we people can create them….Terrorism is valuable only when used to put to death some noted leader of the oppressing forces well known for his cruelty, his efficiency in repression, or for other qualities that make his elimination useful….The essence of real warfare is that each one the fighter..people..should be ready to die, not to defend an ideal but rather to convert it into reality….

Words like these are definitely better than any, fine, refined, roasted, soaked in honey, brazilian coffee bean, rich coffee. Stay charged, And remember…

We the people demand Free the people.

And here’s institutions discussing something very important…Pay a little attention to that as well –

Do they deserve prison with the hope that one day they can be useful to Society?

Noooo!

Should they be shot, as exemplary punishment to all future generations?

Yeeees!

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Afzal Guru – Kashmiri Rebel

“As criminal acts took place pursuant to the conspiracy, the appellant, as a party to the conspiracy, shall be deemed to have abetted the offence. In fact, he took active part in a series of steps taken to pursue the objective of conspiracy.”

Supreme Court of India, Judgement on Appeal by Afzal Guru on August 5, 2005.

Have a lovely day ahead. Enjoy your Tupperware!

 

UNSPOKEN LOVE

Dear Karen,

When I met you, I knew, I would never have to listen to Rocket Man again. but I guess no one knows anything. I am again sitting with an empty bottle and listening to it. I guess that completes the loop. The strange part about us is we never say, yet we always say it. I have no clue why are we doing this pointless activity. I would never say it. It’s disrespectful. You, even if you want to, cannot. I just hope you realize this is for you. And it has always been you. All the twists and turns led me to you because you are the one.

The irony is everyone else knows it but no one would ever say.

Anyways not everything can be said. I wish words were so powerful but they aren’t.  There is also a language beyond words, I guess, I have communicated using that, enough. I just want you to know. It’s always good to know. But don’t tell anyone. Not even me.

And here’s what Hank asked me to tell you –

Dear Karen,
If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me.
You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I ever had to write.
There is no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make it was a perfect storm, she said one thing, I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut that she might be the one.  She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you Karen.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full or twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything.
I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home and you make excellent coffee that’s got to count for something, right? Call me!
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody

 

Operation Damage Control

You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you.

– Brian Tracy

What happens when you look into a mirror? You see your own reflection. If something seems amiss, you take care of it, like readjust your tie, spruce up your hair, straighten your crease & go about your day. But what happens when a mirror is shown to you? Somebody walks up to you when you’re least expecting it & shows you exactly how ridiculous you really are, that can cause some involuntary jolts & thought-less reactions.

This seems to be the case with some corporate psychopaths who thought it’s okay to play God in others lives just because they’re in a position to do so in a perverse sense. While I am deeply touched by the support Nishant has garnered from those who think alike & are reasonable minded, I am absolutely appalled by the audacity of those involved in the incidents highlighted in Nishant’s articles American Express India Campus – A Sexual Playground and American Express India Campus – A Sexual Playground – II 

It started with veiled threats coming from a manager who warned Nishant that he could “Get into trouble” while claiming to be his well wisher. After an afternoon gone by of messages almost spamming my friend’s inbox, asking him to remove the ‘name’ , it went on to persuasion tactics applied over the telephone. Listen up Mr Manager, your bull shit worked while we were in that corporate steel cage not because you are some wise magician whose persuasion tactics are a force to be reckoned with, your feedback session was such a success mostly because nobody had a choice but to comply. OBEY. SUBMIT. AGREE. That’s not the case now. We’re allowed to report shit. We’re allowed to talk about things we see. Nobody can walk up to us say, hush up. Now, for the  anonymous messages & the paid bot commentators falsely stating that the incidents highlighted are an exception, allow me to remind you of the time when a woman in Campus had filed an FIR against an American Express TL for sexual harassment & we were all asked to ‘un-tag’ ourselves from her Facebook post. I understand that you have to train yourselves to ignore what happens around you & protect yourself from reality but not us. In fact, ever since Nishant’s article has been published, there have been messages pouring in from people validating the very fact that not only is this the culture there, but also, their own experiences with regards to sexual approaches, innuendos & what not. But publishing hearsay is not our aim. Nishant simply wrote about what he has witnessed. WITNESSED. Not HEARD. We’ve heard a lot over the years & heard a lot more in the last two days. We don’t run on gossip. YOU DO.

Damage control can be more damaging to any situation. You end up validating the very fact that you want to falsify. Take my advise, stop trying to FIX THIS SHIT & fix the shit within you. Pledge never to try taking advantage of another individual & repent. That would be true damage control.

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)

Modi & Yogi – Rise of Monkey Men

Good Afternoon Planet

Today morning we all agreed that organized religion breeds hatred and is mostly based on a captivating story. Let’s talk about one today, before we discuss our so called Hindu Savior leaders.

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Hanuman , he’s a well regarded mythological figure. Mythology means – a collection of myths, especially one belonging to a particular religious or cultural tradition. As per Hindu mythology, Hanuman is a divine monkey who was Ram’s companion.

The texts mention about a scholar Raavan, who was blessed by Lord Shiva (a yogi – one who masters the ancient, mystic art of yoga). Raavan was of higher intellect. He was regarded as someone so intelligent that he is widely believed to have 10 heads, meaning he was wiser than ten collective wise men. Raavan’s sister fell in love with Ram. Ram was already married. So Ram rejected her and instructed his younger brother to chop her nose off to teach her a lesson.

Let’s pause and understand the story. Ram was exiled by his own family. Family is always regarded as the pillar of love and support. Parents never abandon children, even in dire circumstances. Ram must have done at least something to piss his people to bring the exile upon himself. No one denies this fact.

A women fell in love with a married man. I understand, even in today’s society it’s considered a taboo. But, Is it unconstitutional? Did she commit a felony? No. She did not. As a matter of fact she didn’t even know, Ram was an unavailable man. She just fell in love with a misogynist. A man who was so blind and greedy that he abandoned his wife also, later on, questioning her integrity. The same wife who blessed him with her unconditional love and shared the pains of exile with him equally.

This man had no right to physically harm a woman. If he wasn’t interested, he could have ended things on a polite note and maybe people would have wrote sonnets about this incomplete love. But he being a women hater, choose to punish Raavan’s for her forthcoming conduct. Feminists, I hope you listening now.

Raavan being a scholar and a warrior choose to punish Ram. He took his pride away. He stole Ram’s wife. Now Ram who is supposedly worshiped as one of the strongest men, failed to defend his wife. How Ironical! I guess the exile was well deserved.

Someone who cannot defend his wife, no one would imagine him to defend an entire country.

Anyways, his divine monkey friend decided to help him out. This divine monkey went with a bag full of tricks and burnt a city which was a center of trade and a symbol of prosperity – Lanka. A city so legendary that the walls were made of gold. It’s referred as the Golden Lanka. And then finally Ram defeated Raavan with the help of an army of chimps, plotting an assassination by the help of Raavan’s jilted, traitor of a brother.

Ram freed his wife and then abandoned her.

The crux of the story – Be a hater. Hate women. Question their integrity. And hate anyone who is wise and powerful because you are petty within.

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Now let’s see our two biggest Indian leaders. PM Modi and CM Yogi. They both hate women. PM Modi abandoned his wife. Yogi never got married. They both are extremely narrow minded and resort to primal selves when feel threatened. Modi is known to have reached his throne of seven kingdoms by trampling and climbing over more than a millions of riot victims.

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Hanuman, the divine monkey brought riot in Lanka. Yogi’s men – Hindu Sena do the same. They have figured out that a big riot can cause global pressure. So now it’s two killings each day. Solves the purpose and doesn’t bring any shame. That’s smart thinking.

India Elections

I pledge to vote for the Monkey Men in 2019. Monkey power rocks India. Indians hate being called snake charmers. I think Monkey Men would be okay with them.

Religion – Major League Bullshit

Good Morning Planet

Yesterday night something strange happened, as usual. A friend messaged me posing a question,

“Have you converted to Islam?”

Recently I have been writing about Islam and Prophet (PBUH), a lot. So, I can’t really blame him. People always perceive and believe the easiest possible explanation . What they fail to grasp is, religion, like any other belief is just a web of entangled, confused, misinterpreted, set of words and quotes. It’s just another story and most certainly a captivating one. Now, when it comes to all the floating stories currently on paper and in tube, I like the love story of Khadeeja the Great and Prophet more than any other. It makes a lot of sense. Out of sheer love came a set of belief so powerful that it swept the world. The belief system is extremely strong and only preaches love and love and love and love and love, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

But as always it’s misinterpreted, (read “Are You a Chimp!“, to know why), twisted for personal gains and propaganda purposes by organized governments and unorganized pseudo governments.  

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“George Carlin – When it comes to bullshit, big-time, major league bullshit, you have to stand in awe of the all-time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims, religion. No contest. No contest. Religion. Religion easily has the greatest bullshit story ever told. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that there’s an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever ’til the end of time!

But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He’s all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can’t handle money! Religion takes in billions of dollars, they pay no taxes, and they always need a little more. Now, you talk about a good bullshit story. Holy Shit”

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Bill Maher: The irony of religion is that because of its power to divert man to destructive courses, the world could actually come to an end. The plain fact is, religion must die for mankind to live. The hour is getting very late to be able to indulge in having in key decisions made by religious people. By irrationalists, by those who would steer the ship of state not by a compass, but by the equivalent of reading the entrails of a chicken. George Bush prayed a lot about Iraq, but he didn’t learn a lot about it. Faith means making a virtue out of not thinking. It’s nothing to brag about. And those who preach faith, and enable and elevate it are intellectual slaveholders, keeping mankind in a bondage to fantasy and nonsense that has spawned and justified so much lunacy and destruction. Religion is dangerous because it allows human beings who don’t have all the answers to think that they do. Most people would think it’s wonderful when someone says, “I’m willing, Lord! I’ll do whatever you want me to do!” Except that since there are no gods actually talking to us, that void is filled in by people with their own corruptions and limitations and agendas. And anyone who tells you they know, they just know what happens when you die, I promise you, you don’t. How can I be so sure? Because I don’t know, and you do not possess mental powers that I do not. The only appropriate attitude for man to have about the big questions is not the arrogant certitude that is the hallmark of religion, but doubt. Doubt is humble, and that’s what man needs to be, considering that human history is just a litany of getting shit dead wrong. This is why rational people, anti-religionists, must end their timidity and come out of the closet and assert themselves. And those who consider themselves only moderately religious really need to look in the mirror and realize that the solace and comfort that religion brings you actually comes at a terrible price. If you belonged to a political party or a social club that was tied to as much bigotry, misogyny, homophobia, violence, and sheer ignorance as religion is, you’d resign in protest. To do otherwise is to be an enabler, a mafia wife, for the true devils of extremism that draw their legitimacy from the billions of their fellow travelers. If the world does come to an end here, or wherever, or if it limps into the future, decimated by the effects of religion-inspired nuclear terrorism, let’s remember what the real problem was that we learned how to precipitate mass death before we got past the neurological disorder of wishing for it. That’s it. Grow up or die.”today

To sum it up for you,

“Isha V Singh – Organized Religion is a slow cancer. Keep Praying. God won’t save you.”

Pretty Boy PM Modi : The Smiling Salesman

PM Modi is a remarkable salesman.

He used to sell tea, now he sells Country.

Broken Radio rewards him Sales Man – 2017 – The Smiling Fox

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Congrats Modi Boy! You Rock!

Why so Serious?

There is not even a single shred of evidence in universe, supporting, Life is Serious.

Isha V. Singh

I step out of my broken abode, I see trembling faces.

I look closer. Fear-struck are they. Fear of being judged, touched, loved, hated, heard, unheard, rejected, cheated, raped. Fear of being happy.

Fear of finding peace and tranquility. Fear of freedom from the chaos.

It’s very troubling to see, poor souls suffer. What can I do?

I can try telling some stories that might help you.

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“I’d consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I’m what’s called a pessimist… I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself – we are creatures that should not exist by natural law… We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody’s nobody… I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction – one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

― Rust Cohen

“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the Weather.”
Bill Hicks

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. 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.”
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My father was a drinker and a fiend and one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that, not one bit. So, me watching he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and he says “WHY SO SERIOUS!?”. He comes at me with the knife “why so serious!?” Sticks the blade in my mouth “lets put a smile on that face!” aaaand….. why sooooo serrrious?
Why are You so Serious?
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DEVDAS – The Immortal Lover

Devdas Mukherjee: Such vanity? Not even the Moon is as vain.

Parvati: How could it be? The Moon is scarred. I’m not.

Devdas Mukherjee: You are so silly!

Parvati: Mention not.

A very good afternoon to everyone. Eid is approaching. Eid is something which I have cherished, always. My name is Nishant. By birth, I am a Hindu. By my soul worships ART.

If you would pose me a question,

What’s your religion?

Organised religion is a slow poison. I am an artist.

I worship the One.

One who creates.

The one who destroys and the one who loves.

I was raised in a Muslim community. Somehow I feel more close to Eid than a colorful Holi or a sparkling Diwali. I am a logical person with access to reasoning. I always weigh my options. I just couldn’t deduce a downside to celebrating Eid. I love Biryani. I love sewaiiyan. I love the way everyone has a pretty glance, it’s hypnotizing. I enjoy hypnosis. The way, for a day, everyone is giving, loving, and nobody expects any thing in return.

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I dislike the fact that as a kid, people kicked me in the mud and threw eggs at me. I didn’t enjoy the way intoxicated men used to look at women, on the streets. I somehow felt they were predators waiting for an annual game of groping and raping.

The air smelled bad on the Diwali after morning. I had trouble breathing. So, I disliked Diwali.

Now, I enjoy all the festivals. Now I am a grown up. Grown ups know every festival spreads love. Kids don’t.

It’s Eid tomorrow. Aafreen messaged me. But she also said it’s ‘tentative’.

We all know, a corporation doesn’t control moon. So it all depends, when she wants us to enjoy the festival of love.

Love is a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection (“I love my mother”) to pleasure (“I loved that meal”). It can refer to an emotion of a strong attraction and personal attachment. Love can also be a virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection—”the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another”. It may also describe compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans, one’s self or animals.

I enjoy the feeling of love. I am in love, all the time. I enjoy the feeling of love. Love can be toxic if you cannot handle it. Love also makes you selfish and mean. But the moment you start loving yourself, you start loving everyone, you are in an illusion. You are delusional, all the time. Love is a crazy state of mind. If you love everyone then you gotta be lunatic. A sane person cannot be in love all the time.

Let me just try naming few people, I love in 30 seconds. Isha, Khadija, Puja, Mommy, Papa, Mali, Insha, Arjun, Aditya, Shashank, Shruti, Manish, Nigar, Harshit, Ayush, Diksha, Kishu…etc. Okay, time’s up. If I get an hour, probably, you would get bored and click on the ‘X’ at the top right corner of your screen. I would not love that. So, I would refrain myself.

When you study love closely, you would realize, Love is destructive. Sati, jumped on her husband’s funeral pyre crying,

”I love you. I can not and will not imagine a life without you.”

She burned herself to death.

Love is intense. Love is passionate.

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Bukowski said,

“Find something you love and let it kill you”

The quote you saw at the top was before the Immortal lover – Devdas, experienced love. Here’s what happens after he does:

Devdas Mukherjee: Who the hell drinks to tolerate life! I drink so that I can sit here, so that I can see you, so that I can tolerate you.

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And then,

Devdas Mukherjee: I object!

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Then,

Devdas Mukherjee: Bapuji said leave the village, everybody said leave Paro, Paro said leave alcohol. Today, you said leave home. One day he’ll say, leave the world.

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Please view the video below. Please do not fall in love, if you fear for your life.

 

Eid Mubarak

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ADDICT

Addiction is a condition that results when a person engages in an activity  that can be pleasurable but the continuation of which becomes compulsive and interferes with ordinary responsibilities and concerns, such as work, relationships, or health. People who have developed an addiction may not be aware that their behavior is out of control and causing problems for themselves and others.

I guess..
I’m addicted to the bullshit, the drama, the pain.
Ludicrous on a panaroma, drivin me insane.
Still gives me fuel to my fire,
Fire in my soul, just can’t retire
Glorified then crucified, just Like Jesus Christ
Hell or heaven, still I write…
Do me a favor haters, no more favors tonight!

What u can’t trust, you shouldn’t lust

#RagemanJD

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Let’s get High! On lyf 

Allah – He is the only ONE

To the one – ALLAH

He whose name gives you peace, He whose light fights the darkness

The greatest artist is he who painted this bright universe

We search him everywhere but he is within waiting to be found

He who they call ALLAH

Someone calling you a liar wouldn’t make you one

You let the voice go unheard, the voice of the supreme being inside you

Every word you say is a lie

He who made you would take the light away on that night of darkness

You would pay for your sins in a manner like no one ever paid before

All your sins would be washed away once he who lives in the sky

you find a way to him, he whom they call ALLAH

 

HAR HAR MAHADEV – ‘Everyone is Lord Shiva’

OM Namah Shivaya – I bow to Shiva

In contemporary culture, Shiva is depicted in films, books, tattoos and art. He has been referred to as “the god of cool things” and a “bonafide rock hero”. Popular films include the Gujarati language movie Har Har Mahadev and well-known books include Amish Tripathi’s Shiva Trilogy, which has sold over a million copies. On television, Devon Ke Dev…Mahadev, a mythological drama about Shiva on the Life OK channel was among the most watched shows at its peak popularity. Shiva is also a character in the Xbox game Dark Souls, with the name Shiva of the East.

 

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We Meditate on the Three-eyed reality
Which permeates and nourishes all like a fragrance.
May we be liberated from death for the sake of immortality,
Even as the cucumber is severed from bondage to the creeper.

Parvati is the wife of the Hindu god Shiva – the protector, the destroyer and regenerator of universe and all life. She is the daughter of the mountain king Himavan and queen Mena. Parvati is the mother of Hindu deities Ganesha and Kartikeya. Some communities also believe her to be the sister of the god Vishnu and the river-goddess Ganga.

According to different versions of her myths, the maiden Parvati resolves to marry Shiva. Her parents learn of her desire, discourage her, but she pursues what she wants. Indra sends the god Kama – the Hindu god of desire, erotic love, attraction and affection, to awake Shiva from meditation. Kama reaches Shiva and shoots an arrow of desire. Shiva opens his third eye in his forehead and burns the cupid Kama to ashes. Parvati does not lose her hope or her resolve to win over Shiva. She begins to live in mountains like Shiva, engage in the same activities as Shiva, one of asceticism, yogin and tapas. This draws the attention of Shiva and awakens his interest. He meets her in disguised form, tries to discourage her, telling her Shiva’s weaknesses and personality problems. Parvati refuses to listen and insists in her resolve. Shiva finally accepts her and they get married. Shiva dedicates the following hymn in Parvati’s honor,

I am the sea and you the wave,
You are Prakṛti, and I Purusha.
– Translated by Stella Kramrisch

After the marriage, Parvati moves to Mount Kailash, the residence of Shiva. To them are born Kartikeya , and Ganesha – the god of wisdom that prevents problems and removes obstacles.

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I Bow to Bhavani as well as to Lord Shiva who is white as camphor, who is compassion incarnate, who is the essence of the world, who wears a garland of a large snake and who always dwells in the lotus like hearts of his devotees.

Shiva is considered the Great Yogi who is totally absorbed in himself – the transcendental reality. He is the Lord of Yogis, and the teacher of Yoga to sages. As Shiva Dakshinamurthi, states Stella Kramrisch, he is the supreme guru who “teaches in silence the oneness of one’s innermost self (atman) with the ultimate reality (brahman).

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I bow to the supreme Lord who is the formless source of “OM” The Self of All, transcending all conditions and states. Beyond speech, He understands the sense perception. Awe-full, but gracious, the ruler of Kailash, Devourer of Death, the immortal abode of all virtues.

Har Har MahaDev 

‘Everyone is Lord Shiva’

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The Infamous Love Guru – OSHO

Truth is within you, do not search for it elsewhere.

Live wakefully, Die each moment so that you can be new each moment.

Do not search. That which is, is. Stop and see.

Love Guru – OSHO

Shree Rajneesh (born Chandra Mohan Jain, 11 December 1931 – 19 January 1990), also known as Osho, Acharya Rajneesh, or simply Rajneesh, was an Indian Godman and leader of the Rajneesh movement. During his lifetime he was viewed as a controversial mystic, guru, and spiritual teacher. In the 1960s he travelled throughout India as a public speaker and was a vocal critic of socialism, Mahatma Gandhi, and Hindu religious orthodoxy.[6] He advocated a more open attitude towards human sexuality, earning him the sobriquet “sex guru” in the Indian and later international press, although this attitude became more acceptable with time.

“When love expresses through you it first expresses as the body. It becomes sex. If it expresses through the mind, which is higher, deeper, subtler, then it is called love. If it expresses through the spirit, it becomes prayer….”

In 1970 Rajneesh spent time in Mumbai initiating followers known as “neo-sannyasins.” During this period he expanded his spiritual teachings and through his discourses gave an original insight into the writings of religious traditions, mystics, and philosophers from around the world. In 1974 Rajneesh relocated to Pune where a foundation and ashram was established to offer a variety of “transformational tools” for both Indian and international visitors. By the late 1970s, tension between the ruling Janata Party government of Morarji Desai and the movement led to a curbing of the ashram’s development.

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In 1981 efforts refocused on activities in the United States and Rajneesh relocated to a facility known as Rajneeshpuram in Wasco County, Oregon. Almost immediately the movement ran into conflict with county residents and the State government and a succession of legal battles concerning the ashram’s construction and continued development curtailed its success. In 1985, following the investigation of serious crimes including the 1984 Rajneeshee bioterror attack, and an assassination plot to murder US Attorney Charles H. Turner, Rajneesh alleged that his personal secretary Ma Anand Sheela and her close supportters had been responsible. He was later deported from the United States in accordance with an Alford plea bargain.

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After his deportation 21 countries denied him entry, and he ultimately returned to India, and a reinvigorated Pune ashram, where he died in 1990. His ashram is today known as the Osho International Meditation Resort.

His syncretic teachings emphasise the importance of meditation, awareness, love, celebration, courage, creativity, and humor—qualities that he viewed as being suppressed by adherence to static belief systems, religious tradition, and socialisation. Rajneesh’s teachings have had a notable impact on Western New Age thought, and their popularity has increased markedly since his death.

“If everything goes well and sex is natural and flowing it is a beautiful experience because you can have a glimpse of the second through it. If sex goes really very deep, so that you forget yourself completely in it, you can even have a glimpse of the third through it. And if sex becomes a total orgasmic experience, there are rare moments when you can even have a glimpse of the fourth, the turiya, the beyond, through it.”
 
But if sex fails, then many perversions happen to the mind. These perversions are expressed in hatred. Hatred is a failure of sex, a failure of love energy. Violence, lust for money, the continuous conflicting attitudes of egos: war, politics – these are all sex perversions.”
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The Spy who din’t LOVE ME : Putin, Vladimir Putin

Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future.

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Good Evening Planet, Tonight’s entertainment is the most powerful, enigmatic, billionaire, socialite, also,

President of The cyber states of United Mother Russia

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin 

(Crowd Cheers, Putin! Putin! Putin!) 

A Spy who didn’t LOVE me

President Putin is a macho, take-charge superhero. He takes shit from nobody and he never forgets. Ask Miss Clinton, she’s still devastated from her loss. Mr Putin and Ms Clinton were lovers once upon a time but she broke his heart. She also bad mouthed him in public like a soulless, crooked, jilted, lover. For her own political gains, she used Lover Putin and then threw him away like lady slippers.

Super-Putin doesn’t like anyone badmouthing him. He gets angry. He’s worse than HULK, when he’s angry. He starts riding dangerous animals to channelize his anger.

Putin loved Hillary more than he loved his KGB job as a Spy. She too fancied him. They spent some great times together. He was a spy who loved her deeply.

But she broke his heart. She rejected him saying,

“You were a KGB agent. By definition you don’t have a soul. You are incapable of loving someone.”

She orchestrated her hate just to win a position in the filthiest place of human history.

A place even painters shy away from. The White House.

Putin is of artistic nature. He loves colors as much as he loves his women. Putin hated Hillary for breaking his heart. He got Insomniac. He lost his appetite. He decided to go again into the jungle, to channelize his aggression, by taming wild animals. But this time he met someone. Someone completely lunatic. Someone who not only helped him channelize his energy in a healthy manner and helped him get revenge over Hillary. But also made him :

President of The cyber states of United Mother Russia

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That remarkable person whom Putin met would be referred by historians in future as:

Bottom-Bitch Trump 

Here’s what Bottom-Bitch Trump says about Lover Putin:

“I would be willing to bet I would have great relationship with Putin. It’s all about love.”

 

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Mysticism : Deciphering Sant Kabir

 

“Listen, my friend. He who loves understands.”

Before we begin talking about one of the original mystics, Kabir, let’s understand Mysticism.

Mysticism is popularly known as becoming one with God or the Absolute, but may refer to any kind of ecstasy or altered state of consciousness which is given a religious or spiritual meaning. It may also refer to the attainment of insight in ultimate or hidden truths, and to human transformation supported by various practices and experiences.

Derived from the Greek word μυω, meaning “to conceal”, mysticism referred to the biblical liturgical, spiritual, and contemplative dimensions of early and medieval Christianity. During the early modern period, the definition of mysticism grew to include a broad range of beliefs and ideologies related to “extraordinary experiences and states of mind”.

In modern times, “mysticism” has acquired a limited definition, with broad applications, as meaning the aim at the “union with the Absolute, the Infinite, or God”. This limited definition has been applied to a wide range of religious traditions and practices, valuing “mystical experience” as a key element of mysticism.

“The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you, as life is in every seed, put false pride away and seek the Lord within..”
― Kabir

Kabir was a 15th-century Indian mystic poet and saint, whose writings influenced Hinduism’s Bhakti movement and his verses are found in Sikhism’s scripture Adi Granth. His early life was in a Muslim family, but he was strongly influenced by his teacher, the Hindu bhakti leader Ramananda.

Kabir is known for being critical of both Hinduism and Islam, stating that the former was misguided by the Vedas and the latter by the Quran, and questioning their meaningless rites of initiation such as the sacred thread and circumcision respectively. During his lifetime, he was threatened by both Hindus and Muslims for his views. When he died, both Hindus and Muslims he had inspired claimed him as theirs.

“Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you. The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself, and he is the one who has made it all.”

Kabir suggested that True God is with the person who is on the path of righteousness, considered all creatures on earth as his own self, and who is passively detached from the affairs of the world. To know God, suggested Kabir, meditate with the mantra Rāma, Rāma.

Kabir’s legacy survives and continues through the Kabir panth (“Path of Kabir”), a religious community that recognizes him as its founder and is one of the Sant Mat sects. Its members are known as Kabir panthis.

Some scholars state that Kabir’s parents may have been recent converts to Islam, they and Kabir were likely unaware of Islamic orthodox tradition, and are likely to have been following the Nath (Shaiva Yogi) school of Hinduism. This view, while contested by other scholars, has been summarized by Charlotte Vaudeville as follows:

Circumcised or not, Kabir was officially a musalman, though it appears likely that some form of Nathism was his ancestral tradition. This alone would explain his relative ignorance of Islamic tenets, his remarkable acquaintance with Tantric-yoga practices and his lavish use of its esoteric jargon [in his poems]. He appears far more conversant with Nath-panthi basic attitudes and philosophy than with the Islamic orthodox tradition.

— Charlotte Vaudeville on Kabir (1974), 

Some commentators suggest Kabir’s philosophy to be a syncretic synthesis of Hinduism and Islam, but scholars widely state that this is false and a misunderstanding of Kabir. He adopted their terminology and concepts, but vigorously criticized them both. He questioned the need for any holy book, as stated in Kabir Granthavali as follows:

Reading book after book the whole world died,
and none ever became learned!

— Kabir Granthavali, XXXIII.3, Translated by Charlotte Vaudeville

Many scholars interpret Kabir’s philosophy to be questioning the need for religion, rather than attempting to propose either Hindu-Muslim unity or an independent synthesis of a new religious tradition. Kabir rejected the hypocrisy and misguided rituals evident in various religious practices of his day, including those in Islam and Hinduism.

Saints I’ve seen both ways.
Hindus and Muslims don’t want discipline, they want tasty food.
The Hindu keeps the eleventh-day fast, eating chestnuts and milk.
He curbs his grain but not his brain, and breaks his fast with meat.
The Turk [Muslim] prays daily, fasts once a year, and crows “God!, God!” like a cock.
What heaven is reserved for people who kill chickens in the dark?
Instead of kindness and compassion, they’ve cast out all desire.
One kills with a chop, one lets the blood drop, in both houses burns the same fire.
Turks and Hindus have one way, the guru’s made it clear.
Don’t say Ram, don’t say Khuda [Allah], so says Kabir.

— Kabir, Śabda 10, Translated by Linda Hess and Shukdeo Singh

In Bijak, Kabir mocks the practice of praying to avatars such as Buddha of Buddhism, by asserting “don’t call the master Buddha, he didn’t put down devils”. Kabir urged people to look within and consider all human beings as manifestation of God’s living forms:

If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage,
then who is there to know what happens without?
Hari is in the East, Allah is in the West.
Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram;
All the men and women of the world are His living forms.
Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.

— Kabir, III.2, Translated by Rabindranath Tagore

Charlotte Vaudeville states that the philosophy of Kabir and other sants of the Bhakti movement is the seeking of the Absolute. The notion of this Absolute is nirguna which, writes Vaudeville, is same as “the Upanishadic concept of the Brahman-Atman and the monistic Advaita interpretation of the Vedantic tradition, which denies any distinction between the soul [within a human being] and God, and urges man to recognize within himself his true divine nature”. Vaudeville notes that this philosophy of Kabir and other Bhakti sants is self-contradictory, because if God is within, then that would be a call to abolish all external bhakti. This inconsistency in Kabir’s teaching may have been differentiating “union with God” from the concept of “merging into God, or Oneness in all beings”. Alternatively, states Vaudeville, the saguna prema-bhakti (tender devotion) may have been prepositioned as the journey towards self-realization of the nirguna Brahman, a universality beyond monotheism.

Kabir has been criticised for his depiction of women. Nikky-Guninder Kaur Singh states, “Kabir’s opinion of women is contemptuous and derogatory”. Wendy Doniger concludes Kabir had a misogynist bias. For Kabir, states Schomer, woman is “Kali nagini (a black cobra), kunda naraka ka (the pit of hell), juthani jagata ki (the refuse of the world)”. According to Kabir, a woman prevents man’s spiritual progress.

Woman ruins everything when she comes near man;
Devotion, liberation, and divine knowledge no longer enter his soul.

— Kabir, Translated by Nikky-Guninder Kaur Singh

Singh states that this outlook of Kabir about women and their role in human quest for spirituality was not shared with Nanak who founded Sikhism. Surjit Singh Gandhi also agrees with this.

In contrast to Singh’s interpretation of Kabir’s gender views, Dass interprets Rag Asa section of Adi Granth as Kabir asking a young married woman to stop veiling her face, and not to adopt such social habits. Dass adds that Kabir’s poetry can be interpreted in two ways, one literally where the woman refers to human female, another allegorically where woman is symbolism for his own soul and Rama is the Lord-husband.

 

I guess the above stated material serves the need of hate propaganda for all the religions. So that’s why, Let’s go to Riot. Let’s take out axes and pitchforks and kill each other in the name of religion. I hope God would save you. You are essential. This entire planet thrives because of you and your closest advisor called GREED. Or let’s understand this quote and pray to the ALMIGHTY.

“बुरा जो देखण मैं चला, बुरा ना मिलया कोए
जो मन खोजा अपना, तो मुझसे बुरा ना कोए”

When I went looking for evil, I found it lurking inside, In my soul!

Translated by Nishant

Meera – The mystic lover Poetess

 

Don’t forget love;
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across the universe.

  • Mīrābāī, in ” Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West

Perhaps the most remembered and quoted woman in India history is a sixteenth century poet, singer and saint called Mirabai, or Meera. Versions of her songs are sung today all over India, and she appears as a subject in films, books, dances, plays and paintings. Even Mahatma Gandhi promoted her, seeing Mira as a symbol of a woman who has the right to chose her own path, forsake a life of luxury, and in nonviolent resistance find liberation.

Mirabai belonged to the Rajput aristocracy. From an early age, she worshiped the image of Krishna. Her form of worship was influenced by a number of her male relatives who were devotees of a mystical form of Hinduism called Bhakti.

In the Bhakti tradition, one approached one’s god through pure love, without any restrictions of caste, color, or gender.

Many Bhakti followers gave up their worldly life and left their families to became wandering teachers or live together in like-minded communities. Their message usually was spread through deeply personal poems through which they conversed with their chosen God. Female devotees who aspired to live this life also had to give up their husbands and family. They had to live among people from a variety of castes, including those considered forbidden to them. In spite of what many felt were acts of subversive, some who overcame obstacles to follow their spiritual quests in time became respected and even revered.

In 1516 Mirabai was married to Prince Bhoj Raj of the Rajput kingdom of Mewar, the most powerful Rajput state in the early 16th century. It’s capital was Chittor. From the start Mira was a problem. She refused to worship her husband’s family’s goddess (devi), claiming that she already had offered herself to Lord Krishna and considered herself married to him. She refused the family’s gifts of silks and jewels. She insisting on associating with the community of bhaktas. And when her husband died after only three short years, Mirabai refused to join him on his funeral pyre, a practice at the time expected of high caste Rajput widows. Instead she claimed that now she was free to devote herself completely to the worship of Krishna.

Mira’s devotional practices became increasingly intense. She often sang and danced herself into ecstasies, even in public places like temples. News about her spread all over India and she soon attracted a following of devotees from all social groups and castes.

My Dark One has gone to an alien land.
He has left me behind, he’s never returned, he’s never sent me a single word.
So I’ve stripped off my ornaments, jewels and adornments, cut my hair from my head.
And put on holy garments, all on his account, seeking him in all four directions.
Mira: unless she meets the Dark One, her Lord, she doesn’t even want to live.

— Mira Bai, Translated by John Stratton Hawley

Mira lived in a time and place when the sexual virtue of women was fiercely guarded. Her husband’s family was shocked by her actions and finally locked her inside the house. In her songs Mira says that on two occasions they tried to kill her, but she was miraculously saved both times. At some point she left the palace and city of Chittor and returned to her birth family. They too disapproved of her actions. Sometime around 1527 she set off as a wanderer, traveling to places of pilgrimage associated with the life of Krishna. Her popularity grew. Before she even arrived at the site, people gathered singing her songs. Mirabai returned once briefly to her home, but in the face of further family harassment decided to leave the kingdom of Chittor for good. She passed her last days in Dwarka on the coast of the Arabian sea, the site believed to be that of Krishna’s youth.

Mira’s life resonates in the hearts of many in India today for many reasons. First there are her words, which with beauty and joy express a kind of female liberation. In them, her rejection and even disdain of the wealthy and their life of riches also appeals to the poor. Then there is her rebellion, which is seen as being against injustice within the family and within kinship groups in general.

While valuing women as mothers above all, India also reveres the self-expression of Mira, a childless woman who is identified as having rebelled against her husband and in-laws.

Love is something absolutely unselfish, that which has no thought beyond the glorification and adoration of the object upon which our affections are bestowed. It is a quality which bows down and worships and asks nothing in return. Merely to love is the sole request that true love has to ask. It is said of a Hindu saint (Mirabai) that when she was married, she said to her husband, the king, that she was already married.
To whom?” asked the king.
To God,” was the reply.

Swami Vivekananda in “Others on Mirabai”

Hare Rama Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Khadija the Great

“God Almighty never granted me anyone better in this life than her. She accepted me when people rejected me; she believed in me when people doubted me; she shared her wealth with me when people deprived me; and Allah granted me children only through her.”

Welcome back readers. Ramadan Kareem!

Today’s Iftar entertainment is the least talked about, yet the greatest of all times, Love story. It’s about a not so simple girl Khadījah al-Kubra who later on became the “Mother of the Believers” (Khadijah the Great) and attained the status of the most important female figures in Islam.

 Khadija was a daughter of a merchant. She was scholarly and inquisitive. Khadija married three times and had children from all her marriages. Her husbands met accidental demise. And Khadija was all by herself in a big, ugly, misogynist society. Khadija has also been referred in many texts as the “Wise One“. She was a highly driven and intelligent person, like our today’s corporate women.

Due to her eloquent personality and great business skills, Khadija became a very successful caravan merchant in no time.  It is said that when the Quraysh’s trade caravans gathered to embark upon their summer journey to Syria or winter journey to Yemen, Khadija’s caravan equalled the caravans of all other traders of the Quraysh put together. She was known by the by-names Ameerat-Quraysh (“Princess of Quraysh”), al-Tahira (“The Pure One”) and Khadija Al-Kubra (Khadija “the Great”). It is said that she fed and clothed the poor, assisted her relatives financially and provided marriage portions for poor relations. Khadija was said to have neither believed in nor worshipped idols.

Khadija did not travel with her trade caravans; she employed others to trade on her behalf for a commission. One day, Khadija needed an agent for a transaction in Syria. Khadija needed someone who could be trusted.

Muhammad who was 25 years old, due to his helping attitude was addressed as Al-Sadiq (“the Truthful”) and Al-Amin (“the Trustworthy” or “Honest”). Khadija hired Muhammad, offering to pay double her usual commission. 

She sent one of her servants, Maysarah, to assist him. Upon returning, Maysarah gave accounts of the honorable way that Muhammad had conducted his business, with the result that he brought back twice as much profit as Khadija had expected. Maysarah also relayed that on the return journey, Muhammad had stopped to rest under a tree. A passing monk, informed Maysarah that, “None but a prophet ever sat beneath this tree.”

Khadija became joyful because the same morning, she had a dream in which the sun descended from the sky into her courtyard, fully illuminating her home. She knew what her heart wanted now. Because of her social status many wealthy Quraysh men had already asked for her hand in marriage, but she had refused all of them. She had waited long for her knight in shining armor, and finally the wait was over.

But Khadija din’t know how to express her love. She used to engage in long conversations with Muhammad, on false pretext of work, hoping someday she would have the courage to say her feeling. But she never could. Somehow when Muhammad looked at her, time used to freeze. There are many texts which indicate that one day, Muhammad came to Khadija and looked into her eyes and they both stood silently, staring at each other blankly, till the nightfall. This captivating event was interrupted by, Khadija ‘s entrusted friend named Nafisa.

Nafisa was aware of Khadija’s feeling towards Muhammad. Nafisa suggested Muhammad to consider marrying. Muhammad was hesitant because he had no money to support a wife.

 But as they say,

“It might take a year. It might take a day. But, what’s meant to be will always find a way.”

Weeks later, love struck, Muhammad and Khadija consulted their respective uncles. The uncles agreed to the marriage, and Muhammad’s uncles accompanied him to make a formal proposal to Khadija. Khadija’s uncle accepted the proposal, and the marriage took place.

Muhammad and Khadija were married monogamously for twenty-five years. When Muhammad reported his first revelation from the Angel Gabriel, Khadija was the first person to convert to Islam.

After his experience in the cave of Hira, Muhammad returned home to Khadija in a state of terror, pleading for her to cover him with a blanket. After calming down, he described the encounter to Khadija, who comforted him with the words:

“Allah would surely protect him from any danger, and would never allow anyone to revile him as he was a man of peace and reconciliation and always extended the hand of friendship to all.”

According to some sources, it was Khadija’s cousin, Waraka ibn Nawfal, who confirmed Muhammad’s prophethood soon afterwards.

Muhammad and Khadija had six children. Khadija died in “Ramadan” of the year 10 after the Prophethood”, Muhammad later called this tenth year “the Year of Sorrow

So this was the greatest love story of all times – Khadija n Muhammad.

Love is not about how many days, months or years you’ve been together. Love is about how much you love each other everyday.

‘A’ishah, whom Muhammed married later, narrated of Muhammed and Khadijah in Sahih Bukhari:

“I did not feel jealous of any of the wives of the Prophet as much as I did of Khadijah though I did not see her, but the Prophet used to mention her very often, and when ever he slaughtered a sheep, he would cut its parts and send them to the women friends of Khadijah. When I sometimes said to him, “(You treat Khadijah in such a way) as if there is no woman on Earth except Khadijah,” he would say, “Khadijah was such-and-such, and from her I had children.”

 It is also narrated: The Messenger of Allah said: “The best of its women is Khadijah bint Khuwailid”

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Disclaimer : The image above represents a couple in love. It is not a sketch of Prophet and his wife. 

 

 

Caliphate ISIL : An absurd comedy of Errors – II

ISIL has as much to do with Islam as the Ku Klux Klan has to do with Christianity.

“Muslims are the primary victims of ISIL. Muslims are the ones who want to do the most to defeat this ideology. It’s important that we don’t do their propaganda for them, by giving them the legitimacy that they crave.”

Dalia Mogahed
American-Egyptian researcher

Broken Radio welcomes you all, to Episode 2 of your favorite TV Show

Caliphate ISIL : An absurd comedy of Errors.

Here’s Recap for you :

Prophet Muhammad is viewed as the final prophet of God in primary branches of Islam. The first caliphate, the Rashidun Caliphate, was established immediately after Muhammad’s death in 632, often referred by the term Dil Dil Caliphate. Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant declared itself a caliphate under Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi on 29 June 2014 and renamed itself as the “Islamic State“, always referred as The Evil Death Cult. Something must have gone terribly wrong in the world between the first and the last Caliphate. Lets find out.

ISIL has achieved a status which Bin Laden did not even dream of. Unlike Al Qaeda, which has generally been methodical about organizing and controlling its terror cells, the more opportunistic Islamic State is content to crowd-source its social media activity—and its violence—out to individuals with whom it has no concrete ties. And the organization does not make this happen in the shadows; it does so openly in the West’s most beloved precincts of the Internet, co-opting the digital services that have become woven into our daily lives. As a result, the Islamic State’s brand has permeated our cultural atmosphere to an outsize degree.

Laden was an old, runaway, who hid in caves and was hunted down by U.S Seals in our friendly neighbor Pakistan’s house. Laden used to take 7 months in order to finalize a video script. Laden had absolutely no online presence. Laden didn’t even have a credible FB Page. Isis on the other hand  is as much a media conglomerate as a fighting force.

ISIL originated as Jama’at al-Tawhid wal-Jihad in 1999, which pledged allegiance to Al-Qaeda and participated in the Iraqi insurgency following the 2003 invasion of Iraq by Western forces. The group proclaimed itself a worldwide caliphate and began referring to itself as Islamic State (الدولة الإسلامية ad-Dawlah al-Islāmiyah) or IS in June 2014. As a caliphate, it claims religious, political, and military authority over all Muslims worldwide. Its adoption of the name Islamic State and its idea of a caliphate have been widely criticised, with the United Nations, various governments, and mainstream Muslim groups rejecting its statehood.

In the year 2003, this happened in Iraq :

An invasion began on 20 March 2003, with the U.S., joined by the United Kingdom and several coalition allies, launching a “shock and awe” bombing campaign. Iraqi forces were quickly overwhelmed as U.S. forces swept through the country. The invasion led to the collapse of the Ba’athist government; President Hussein was captured during Operation Red Dawn in December of that same year and executed by a military court three years later. However, the power vacuum following Saddam’s demise and the mismanagement of the occupation led to widespread sectarian violence between Shias and Sunnis, as well as a lengthy insurgency against U.S. and coalition forces.

The Bush administration based its rationale for the war principally on the assertion that Iraq possessed weapons of mass destruction (WMDs) and that the Iraqi government posed an immediate threat to the United States and its coalition allies. Select U.S. officials accused Saddam of harboring and supporting Al-Qaeda, while others cited the desire to end a repressive dictatorship and bring democracy to the people of Iraq. After the invasion, no substantial evidence was found to verify the initial claims about WMDs. The rationale and misrepresentation of pre-war intelligence faced heavy criticism within the U.S. and internationally.

Here is what really happened. The international community, especially the U.S., always viewed Saddam as a bellicose tyrant who was a threat to the stability of the region. After the September 11 attacks, Vladimir Putin began to tell the United States that Iraq was preparing terrorist attacks against the United States.

President George W. Bush spoke of an “axis of evil” consisting of Iran, North Korea, and Iraq. Moreover, Bush announced that he would possibly take action to topple the Iraqi government, because of the threat of its weapons of mass destruction. Bush stated that

“The Iraqi regime has plotted to develop anthrax, and nerve gas, and nuclear weapons for over a decade … Iraq continues to flaunt its hostility toward America and to support terror.”

Clearly terror was the only talking point in this conversation.

Terror has a good market. Terror sells.

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After the said war was over, President Bush gave a Mission Accomplished Speech.

Bush’s speech noted:

We have difficult work to do in Iraq. We are bringing order to parts of that country that remain dangerous.

Our mission continues…The War on Terror continues, yet it is not endless. We do not know the day of final victory, but we have seen the turning of the tide.

The speech also said that:

Major combat operations in Iraq have ended. In the battle of Iraq, the United States and our allies have prevailed.quote-the-reason-we-start-a-war-is-to-fight-a-war-win-a-war-thereby-causing-no-more-war-george-w-bush-64-63-101-vEyDX9zQR46_zGZUqvKgTQ

This was the end of the so called WAR Against Terror.

Let’s catch up again tomorrow. Same time. And subscribe to the blog, leave comments too. Here’s a food for thought for you!

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Azaan – Islamic Call to Worship

 

The adhan (Arabic: أَذَان‎‎ [ʔaˈðaːn]) (also called in Turkish: Ezan) is the Islamic call to worship, recited by the muezzin at prescribed times of the day. The root of the word is ʾadhina أَذِنَ meaning “to listen, to hear, be informed about”. Another derivative of this word is ʾudhun (أُذُن), meaning “ear”.

Talking therapy. You must have heard of this term. It’s popular among the depressed. Talking therapy is the subconscious of  this article. Subconscious plays a very important role behind all of our actions. Freud did explain that. Sharma g ki ladki, (Mr Sharma’s daughter) also reiterated that yesterday.

Sharma g ki ladki – Davine Sharma came to visit me yesterday. I know Davine, since my old corporate slavery days at American Express. She used to be a part of Indian consumer support team and I was a supervisor with the U.S Digital Assist and Escalations help-desk. Our chance first encounter happened because a common friend needed my personal phone number. She had to relay an urgent communication but I was showing offline on the office communicator. Davine used to sit in a cubicle right next to me but we never had any professional need to interact in the past. But it finally arrived.

As a little kid, I realized world is a very ugly place. I found out, God is dead. I experienced, people are unfriendly. It all was too gloomy for my soul. My soul started dying, slowly. I could not speak. I could write but I lost speech. I mostly kept to myself and never spoke, not with my mouth.

Davine had this strange mystic aura around her. She spoke, her lips twitched and suddenly there was this pleasant, familiar darkness. I have been to dark places. I enjoy being there. It feels good and homely.

Prophet Muhammad found peace in the secluded cave mountains of Hira. I found peace inside a locked, four wall room. You make the best, out of the resources, you have access to. But doctors labelled me delusional. Anyways, the reason I mention this is because of my delusion, I see and feel things differently.

The moment I looked into Davine’s eye, the lights went off. Music began. I could hear Velvet Underground. I always enjoy music. Morrison once said,

“When the music’s over
Turn out the lights”

I had an entirely different experience. The lights went out and music began. It was a surreal dimension shift.

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

And we became best friends. We talked all the time. You must have heard about MOAB – Mother of all Bombs. Well, she was the mother of all story tellers.

I like story tellers. What else is there to life? This whole world is a big web of interconnecting stories. I would also certainly like to meet the writer who wrote our realities. But that’s a life goal. Life goals do take time. This reminds me of the Man in Black in Westworld. He said :

“This whole world is a story. I’ve read every page except the last one. I need to find out how it ends. I want to know what this all means.”

Anyways, several moons later, life got busy. Seeking peace together was no longer an option. We lost touch. And that is the only reason, I like travelling. You are in a temporary state while travelling. Nothing is permanent. Everything changes. I once said :

“Chaos is the only order in the Universe”

I enjoy losing touch. It gives me something to look forward to. Another accidental encounter in future, maybe. I find them refreshing.

I recently became a published author. My book is titled Broken Radio. It’s available on Amazon. I am a lonely, broke, troubled, hypersensitive writer. To fulfill my emotional needs, I joined the virtual world. And it happened. A chance encounter. We spoke again.

Davine, came to visit me yesterday. Prior to her visit, I was wishing for a Biryani, from the universe. Universe sent her. She then dragged me to the Pinnacle of Shitness, Select City Mall and treated me with a nice meal. Nothing in this world is more precious to me than a nice meal. Writers are starved souls. In exchange of the meal, she got a signed copy of my book.

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We chatted for a while. We talked about The Great Banyan Tree located in Acharya Jagadish Chandra Bose Indian Botanic Garden, Howrah, near Kolkata, India. The Great Banyan tree is over 250 years old, and its date of birth is doubtful. There is no clear history of the tree as to the time of planting etc. but it is mentioned in many travel books of the nineteenth century as a very spectacular element. It survived two great cyclones in 1864 and 1867, when some of its main branches were broken. With its large number of aerial roots, which grow from the branches and run vertically to the ground and looks like it has so many trunks, The Great Banyan looks more like a forest than an individual tree. The tree survives without its main trunk, which decayed and had to be removed in 1925. A monument has been erected to the dead trunk.

After she left, I was crossing the streets though a tiny slit between the parting fences. A beggar was sitting there. I don’t like beggars. I never pay them money. He was sitting in complete darkness, in middle of the streets. I looked at him. And music began. This time it was the beautiful tune of Azaan. It was a surreal dimension shift. I checked my pockets, I found a ₹5 coin. I dropped it into his bowl of hope. He looked at me and said:

Ramadan Kareem Brother. Ramadan Kareem

I crossed the streets and laughed like crazy. I realized it’s shrink time. So here I am visiting you. Remember, I said, Talking therapy is the subconsious behind this article.

@brokenradiocreatives

Nishant is a writer and a blogger for Broken Radio Creatives, owned by Social Activist Isha Vipul Singh. Isha Singh, is known for her freelance Investigative Journalism and anti feminist views. She also helps with rehabilitation of orphans. Isha has been mentoring Nishant since her early days.

Broken Radio is Nishant’s big debut. What began as an impromptu rebellious speech for his friend slowly transformed into a captivating transgressive fiction novella. He’s currently working on his untitled sophomore effort. We can’t wait to see what realistic monster he gives birth to next!

Nishant has a degree in English literature from the University of Delhi. Previously a writer of corporate communications, he happily traded in his 9-to-5 gig for a rewarding career as a novelist. The best part: working from his studio, he gets to spend more time with his friends inside his head

– See more at: Broken Radio – The book – Peace Love Rock n Roll

  

So It’s Decided

The following is an excerpt from super-secret documents found in the basement of a cult leader who went into seclusion once he realized what an asshole he had been all his life. The following conversation was extracted from a document labeled ‘CONTROVERSIAL STUFF’ & is being revealed only for the betterment of humanity, of course.

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Pagan“Guys! I think we’re handling this quite OK! I mean, we’re all born naked, all animals are born and live naked. Now I understand that we are slightly more evolved than our animal friends (citation needed) however, nice flowing garments with a bit of self-approved skin peak a boo is totally cool!

Christian“Nonsense! How would we get God to forgive our sins if we allow our women to entice men and lead them to sin? Modesty is the ultimate virtue for a woman. She must dress modestly so a man may lower his gaze in her presence and treat her with some bloody respect! Heaven knows it’s difficult to deal with a public erection each time a maiden bends to fill her bucket at the community waterhole aka the river, and a sight of cleavage appears! The issue is very real and grave gentlemen and gentlemen! We men do not have it easy! Each time we see a woman dressed a bit provocatively, it is US who get an erection that looks like a tent forming below our waists! It’s preposterous! Therefore, women must dress modestly to save us the shame!”

Muslim“Kill the Pagan! I have no time for doozies who believe humans can be compared with animals or that women can be compared to men! And Christian, as for you, you seem on the right track so I’m going to tell you something you might understand! Wrap this around your head, men are programmed to get an erection each time they see a woman, modest or immodest, doesn’t matter. The only exception to this rule is when it comes to your wife, you lose the attraction once you’ve seen her naked, that’s why we need so many of them! Getting back to the topic, it’s not just the sight of boobs, it’s the thought that they’re THERE that seems to defeat every moral fiber in a man’s body, IMHO, therefore, that very idea needs to be erased. We don’t need to deal with silhouettes of the female anatomy either, let’s just cover them head to toe. And I have my personal designer working on a cloak like garment, which would be shapeless, lose and of course black because colors are enticing too! We must protect ourselves from sinning, therefore, just wrap ‘em up and don’t forget to tell them that it’s their path to heaven as well otherwise an occasional dame with a brain might end up asking, hey! What’s in it for me?”

Hindu“ I agree with the major suggestions made by the esteemed members, however, I would like to add that covering a female entirely can be an effective way to curb the issue of public erections, however, the same can be misleading too! I am referring to the that awesome time at night, when we think about the women we saw during the day and masturbate to relieve our bodies of built up sin. Now, covered or uncovered, our minds so know what lies beneath that veil or cloak or whatever so naturally, we’re going to want to disrobe ‘em mentally. Now what if we end up fantasizing about an old woman or a mother 0f 5 by accident? Would that not add to our sin? I propose we make a slight exception to the rule. We all know that female tummies get floppy, jiggly and wrinkly postpartum, so let’s allow them to wear a garment that reveals just that portion of the female body, the stomach. Let’s tell them this isn’t immodest because we respect motherhood (LOL) and they will buy it!”

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Pagan“I don’t think you guys understand the concept of sin or even self-control for that matter. It is not a sin to be attracted to someone, that’s the most natural thing in the world. But to force your desire upon someone else is a sin. If you think you are going to be able to play with nature and try and reverse it’s laws, you’re mistaken. It’s natural to be attracted to a female. It’s for the purpose of propagation that this instinct is so strong. And the female has a sense of mate selection as well which is why, she would naturally be attracted to one and not the other who approaches her. The best thing to do is to respect her wishes in the matter. And don’t worry, there’s someone out there for you too! There’s no need to resort to covering up or manipulating one half of the population.”

Christian“You know what? What he says makes sense. But if people see it as sensible, who will buy what we say? I say discredit the pagan and each word he utters about life and law!”

Muslim“I told you in the beginning he’s a pain!”

Hindu“ I sort of understand what you say, my friend, but you see, I have a shop to run too!”

Christian“So it’s decided! Paganism is banned. It is the most sinful cult one can chose to follow! “

Muslim“Yeah! It speaks about natural law and stuff! Who needs that ? Next he’s going to tell us the sun sets in the west  not in water and the earth is round not flat HA HA HA, you poor loser!”

Hindu “See the thing is , I worship elements of nature by giving them a hundred thousand God names , and I get that you sort of do that too, but a religious cult cannot be straightforward. There has to be some manipulation for personal gain. What’s the use of power if there’s no abuse of power?”

Pagan“ That’s alright. I never wanted world domination anyway. That’s why I never said only through me would you receive salvation. I mean, how can you be alive and know what happens post death? That’s the biggest lie you guys have told your followers anyhow. So I’m not surprised upon hearing your plans of manipulating women into submission either. Go on, declare me evil, but remember nature will have the last laugh. “

 

Let’s go to Nuclear War!

“There is no procedural or institutional mechanism that can stop a president from giving an order to use nuclear weapons”

You can exhale, though: Most nuclear security experts are not particularly worried by this aspect of the Trump presidency.

Let’s consider some options, a nuclear strike on a civilian target could realistically happen in one of two ways: Either

  1. tensions between two nuclear states rise to the point where a single miscommunication or technical failure could trigger a launch; or,
  2. a terrorist organization could acquire nuclear weapons capabilities.

So how likely is either scenario?

The nuclear football as it appeared during the administrations of Bill Clinton, George W. Bush and Ronald Reagan.

 

State use of nuclear weapons is more likely than you think.

On the state side, there are a number of ongoing conflicts that could, in theory, go nuclear at any time. “Increasingly, some regional powers are relying on nuclear weapons for their day-to-day security against conventional conflict,” said Vipin Narang, author of “Nuclear Strategies in the Modern Era.” “If they think that a conventional invasion is coming — whether it is or not — they may be worried that the nuclear forces that they rely on for their survival might be threatened … there may be what’s sometimes called a ‘use it or lose it’ situation.”

The conflict that topped experts’ list of clashes to be concerned about is India-Pakistan. Both states have developed nuclear weapons outside the jurisdiction of the Non-Proliferation Treaty, both states have limited capabilities, which may incentivize early use, and both states — though their public doctrines are intentionally ambiguous — are known to have contingency plans involving nuclear first strikes against military targets.

Then there’s North Korea, whose recent missile tests have brought renewed attention to the state’s nuclear weapons program, which has spurred international trade sanctions. The Korean War never officially ended, so North Korea is still technically facing the threat of a U.S.-backed South Korea, and nuclear weapons remain central to North Korea’s national defense strategy. Some experts believe that the seemingly erratic behavior of the Kim regime is in fact strategic: If you’re handcuffed to your adversary on top of a cliff, dancing erratically near the edge is a smart way to extract concessions.

Beyond these two clear danger zones, several experts cited U.S.-Russia or Iran-Israel as distant third-place threats to go nuclear, with one suggesting that U.S.-China could heat up in coming years as the situation in the South China Sea develops.

In any of these active conflicts, we shouldn’t necessarily expect that fear of mutually assured destruction will save the day. We can’t say with any confidence how likely a nuclear conflict is because we don’t know what a total war between two nuclear states would look like — we’ve never had one.

Nuclear terrorism is plausible, but difficult to pull off.

Similarly, just because there’s never been a nuclear terrorist attack doesn’t mean that it will never happen. In theory, if a non-state actor got a hold of enough fissile material — the active ingredient in nuclear weapons — it would be relatively easy for them to assemble and detonate a bomb, according to Robert Rosner, former chief scientist and laboratory director at Argonne National Laboratory. “You’d need some physicists who know what they’re doing,” Rosner said. “But based on what’s available in the public literature, you could go ahead and make a uranium bomb.” Detection and prevention at this point would be very difficult, Rosner says — a weapon could be assembled in a garage and smuggled in a standard box truck.

A terrorist with nuclear ambitions, then, would have to acquire existing fissile material from one of the nine nuclear states, which could happen in one of two ways. First, there’s open theft, either of fissile material or of a fully assembled weapon. This would likely require a firefight, according to Rosner — nuclear facilities have armed guards — which would alert authorities to the presence of a threat. Second, which is the likelier possibility according to several of the experts I talked to, is through the assistance of an insider: A double agent with terrorist sympathies could infiltrate a state’s nuclear apparatus and simply deliver a weapon to a non-state actor.

On both counts, Pakistan again emerged as the consensus pick for the No. 1 cause for concern, largely due to its instability. “If the Pakistani state does collapse, it probably wouldn’t collapse in one big bang, but slowly become more and more dysfunctional,” said Ramamurti Rajaraman, professor emeritus of physics at Jawaharlal Nehru University.

Finally, an act of nuclear terrorism would require the existence of a non-state actor that had both the organizational sophistication and the military ambition to entertain the prospect of nuclear violence. We got The ISIL Caliphate for that.

 

Humanity’s best recourse, if we (prudently) assume that accidents are inevitable, is to back away from the edge of the cliff until we can afford a stumb.

Nuclear disarmament is the only way to get rid of the threat. That is simply not happening right now.

Hopefully nobody is crazy enough to drop one,” said Rajaraman. “But nobody has the guts to get rid of them. I think it’s going to go on like this until something stupid happens.” Hopefully and crazy are variables in this equation.

 

 

Caliphate ISIL : An absurd comedy of Errors – I

Ramadan Kareem!

“The most excellent Jihad is that for the conquest of self.”

Prophet Muhammad was a renowned scholar and founder of Islam. According to Islamic doctrine, he was God’s Messenger, sent to confirm the essential teachings of monotheism preached previously by Adam, Abraham, Moses, Jesus, and other prophets.

He is viewed as the final prophet of God in primary branches of Islam.

Asiya (wife of the Pharaoh), Mary (mother of Jesus), Khadija (wife of Muhammad) and Fatimah (daughter of Muhammad) are considered as female prophets by many.

Muhammad united Arabia into a single Muslim polity and ensured that his teachings, practices, and the Quran, formed the basis of Islamic religious belief.

Muhammad was spiritually awakened after his seclusion in a mountain cave named Hira for several nights in complete darkness. The night is darkest just before the dawn. Mohammad survived the dark night of decree.

He was paid a visit by Gabriel and Muhammad received his first revelation from God. Three years later, in 610, Muhammad started preaching these revelations publicly, proclaiming that “God is One“, that complete “surrender” to him is the right course of action and that he was a prophet and messenger of God, similar to the other prophets in Islam. The revelations (each known as Ayah, lit. “Sign [of God]”), which Muhammad reported receiving until his death, form the verses of the Quran, regarded by Muslims as the “Word of God” and around which the religion is based. 

In modern culture terms, Muhammad’s saying became viral and Muhammad became a respected celebrity overnight. Fame comes with haters. Meccan tribe leaders became wary of Muhammad’s growing popularity. They orchestrated unrest and wished to prosecute him. Reward was offered to anyone who assisted his capture.

To escape persecution, Muhammad migrated from Mecca to Medina in the year 622. Initially, Medina was not very welcoming towards Muhammad. He experienced a lot of hostility. In Medina he wrote a  book titled ‘Charter of Medina‘. This book helped him unite the tribes and gain popularity. In December 629, after eight years of intermittent conflict with Meccan tribes, Muhammad gathered an army of 10,000 Muslim converts and marched on the city of Mecca. The attack went largely uncontested and Muhammad seized the city with little bloodshed. In 632, a few months after returning from the Farewell Pilgrimage, he fell ill and died. Before his death, most of the Arabian Peninsula had converted to Islam.

Muhammad’s death started the power struggle for the next successor. The standard Arabian practice at the time was for the prominent men of a kinship group, or tribe, to gather after a leader’s death and elect a leader from amongst themselves.

A caliphate (Arabic: خِلافة‎‎ khilāfa) is a territory under the leadership of an Islamic Leader known as a caliph, a person considered a religious successor to the Islamic prophet Muhammad and a leader of the entire Muslim community. The first caliphate, the Rashidun Caliphate, was established immediately after Muhammad’s death in 632.

Muhammad established his capital in Medina; after he died, it remained the capital during the Rashidun Caliphate.

Okay, I do understand that as much captivating Muhammad’s journey might sound to you, you are waiting for me to talk about the most popular TV show of all times –

ISIL : An absurd comedy of Errors

It’s been a long time since the first Caliphate fell. The last one however just came in existence. Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant declared itself a caliphate under Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi on 29 June 2014 and renamed itself as the “Islamic State“.

This group has been designated a terrorist organisation by the United Nations and many individual countries. ISIL is widely known for its videos of beheadings of both soldiers and civilians, including journalists and aid workers, and its destruction of cultural heritage sites.

The United Nations holds ISIL responsible for human rights abuses and war crimes, and Amnesty International has charged the group with ethnic cleansing on a “historic scale” in northern Iraq.

Prophet Muhammad’s Caliphate is often referred by the term Dil Dil Caliphate.

( My heart loves my country)

ISIL is referred as The Evil Death Cult.

Something must have gone terribly wrong in the world between the first and the last Caliphate. Lets find out. I am gonna research and present you the facts tomorrow.

For the time being, I present to you, a little pictorial food for thought!

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Shab-ba-khair!

Hijab – A Veil worn by Muslim Women

Hijab – A Veil worn by Muslim Women

I am extremely agitated by the fact that I am investing my time addressing an issue about a piece of cloth worn by women. I was under the impression that feminists were taking care of it. But I was wrong. I guess I need to be more in tune with popular media.

Today morning I saw a video as per YouTube’s recommendation. It was a talk show. A friend of mine was in it. Hanna Yusuf. She is a freelance writer with an interest in feminism, interfaith matters, and the European-Muslim identity. She tweets at @HannaAYusuf.

She was addressing a recent EU court ruling.

‘Employers are entitled to ban workers from wearing headscarves.’

Let’s act as human beings for a second. Hijab as per the popular culture belief is a veil traditionally worn by Muslim women in the presence of adult males outside of their immediate family, which usually covers the head and chest.

But that is not entirely true. Let’s replace the term Hijab with Veil. Veiling did not originate with the advent of Islam. Statuettes depicting veiled priestesses precede all major Abrahamic religions (Christianity, Judaism, and Islam), dating back as far as 2500 BCE.

 Elite women in ancient Mesopotamia and in the Byzantine, Greek, and Persian empires wore the veil as a sign of respectability and high status. 

Prophet Mohammed was a renowned scholar. People swarmed to meet him from all across the globe.

He says in Sura 33:53

“And when you ask [his wives] for something, ask them from behind a partition. That is purer for your hearts and their hearts”.

Even you won’t like, your wife, talking to total strangers. This verse, however, was not addressed to women in general, but exclusively to Muhammad’s wives. As Muhammad’s influence increased, he entertained more and more visitors in the mosque, which was then his home. Often, these visitors stayed the night only feet away from his wives’ apartments. It is commonly understood that this verse was intended to protect his wives from these strangers.

There you go. It’s not a Muslim thing. Popular culture, please correct yourself.

I fancy Rockstars. I have a Black T-shirt. I used to wear it on Fridays at work. (Once upon a time, I was a corporate slave too) It used to say Peace Love Rock n Roll. I happily wore it to work. Nobody questioned me. I did not offend anyone.

As per the EU court ruling, any worker wearing headscarves at work can be banned. But the detailed synopsis suggests it only applies to Muslim Women. If a White American Women decides to wear a headscarf because she finds the look to be cool or she too thinks, hair are private, and doesn’t wish to display in public, it’s acceptable.  Further analysis suggests that the ruling has been taken keeping in mind that Hijab is offensive to people and preaches religion.

I am a man. Women wear barely impact my life in any manner. But I was wondering, what if tomorrow EU decides that my black T-shirt is spreading the religion Rock and my tee is offensive. I would be outraged. I act stupid when I am outraged. I burn things.

Anyways I am no expert in women wear, so I leave it on you. Below are two pics. One is of Hanna and other one is of Queen Rania of Jordan. None of them offend me. But as per EU, Hanna should and Queen Rania shouldn’t. Do leave comments on the blog if you find Hanna’s headscarf offensive. Comment is free. And subscribe to my blog if you liked the article. Happy Ramadan!

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No Biryani for You Mister!

 

Biryani is a South Asian mixed rice dish with its origins among the Muslims of the Indian subcontinent. It is popular throughout the subcontinent and among the diaspora from the region. It is generally made with spices, rice, and meat.

I am a lonely, broke writer. Meals are a rare sight in our profession.

I always look forward to tricking people into inviting me to their houses for a nice, warm meal.

Insha is a wonderful cook and a friend. Her lover Kabir is a wonderful host and a friend. I managed to secure an invite for lunch.

Life is full of treats. But life too, like all of us, wants to have a little fun, every now and then.

I reached her house in G.K II, New Delhi. It was afternoon. I like earning my meals. After an intensely painful and lengthy story telling session, I was served lunch. There was no Biryani.

I felt I was hit by a freight train. All my castles of hopes and dreams lie shattered in pieces, in front of my eyes.

Survival instincts kicked in.

Me: Innu, I would love to eat Biryani someday. Please invite me next weekend. I am in town till then. It is always a great pleasure to spend the time with you. You guys make me feel like family.

Insha: Awwww, Nish, You so sweet. Sure, I would Whatsapp you an exclusive Biryani Invite.

I patted my back. Job well done. A good meal, soon. I like the sound of it.

We finished our lunch and sat for another story telling session. It was interrupted by a neighborly women entrance. She seemed to have nothing better to do that evening. She very tactfully stole my audience.

Neighbor: Innu, You should buy a new car. I see Kabir has a car but you do not.

Insha: I do not need a new car. I barely go to any place alone.

Neighbor: That is wonderful but in the case of emergency, you should always have a spare car. You never know what might happen. Delhi is a very unsafe place. Also, everyone has a car. You should get one too.

I and Kabir looked at each other and buried our burst of laughter, within our souls. I soon bid their goodbye and left.

When you run a white collar scam like this, you need to run a very tight show. Follow-up is essential.

I messaged Insha under false pretext after three days. She was doing great.

She had bought a new car. I couldn’t stop myself from calling her.

Insha: I got a new car.

Me: Why?

Insha: I wanted one and Kabir gave me a surprise this morning. He is the best. He loves me so much.

Me: No, no and no. You bought a new car because of social pressure. You are a victim of a corporate-endorsed society. Your subconscious was tricked using a vicious and rare marketing tool.

Shame.

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.

Shame is a powerful advertising tool. Public humiliation is our biggest fear. We want to stand tall. An I-phone, a DSLR, an expensive car, helps you achieve that.

Anyways, After our phone conversation, Insha never invited me for Biryani. This Ramadan I was really missing Biryani. So thought of her. May Allah bless her soul. And I am not a quitter. Someday, I would again trick her into inviting me for Biryani. Until that day, May Allah give me strength.

Financial Meltdown Nov 2017, An American Express dream!

Financial Meltdown Nov 2017, An American Express dream!

Tonight, Broken Radio presents to you, a teaser of upcoming Financial Meltdown, releasing this Nov 2017. The theater stars you, of course. This entire planet is possible because of you and a guy named Greed. It also stars President Trump, PM Modi, and Amercian Express. It’s written by a team of brilliant writers led by Ken Chenault.

Before we begin, I wanted to offer you a little background. Billions of years ago, there were two people. Adam and Eve. I hope no one would ask me to prove this stated fact. I hope so.

There was no money. Few more centuries later, there were many people. There was no money. There still was a fair exchange of goods and services termed as barter. But there was no money. There was also a good king.

The good kings didn’t stay good. This is referred as a natural phenomenon called ‘Decay’. They decayed morally. Shit happens!

People were robbed of their minerals, gold, and silver. Gold Seize, they call it. And were made poor. Next few centuries later, there were kings, few rich people and then you. You are essential to this story. This entire planet is possible because of you and a guy named Greed.

Now you have no gold left. But you still have mouths to feed. What would you do next?

Barter!

 You go to a rich fella and ask him some money. But you need to offer something in exchange. If you offer your home, you would have no place to live. You already quit your ways of being a nomad because the king asked you to do so. You are confused about your next steps.

But that’s because, you are a decent fella. You do not understand earthly shit.

The rich guy is awake. He has all the answers. The rich guy would then suggest, you pay him a very small sum of money each month in exchange of believing you. But if you miss that payment, then he would take your house.

“Listen to him, dude. He’s your only friend. He is giving you money, without any fuss. You would have your home, wife, kids and you can always work a little. And keep on paying him a small Riba”, says the town whore.

Riba can be roughly translated as “usury”, or unjust, exploitative gains made in trade or business under Islamic law. Riba (Interest) is mentioned and condemned in several different verses in the Quran.

So even religion dislikes it.

Now, in present times, let’s take a look. You have a leader chosen for the people by the people, The King. Your friendly Banker. Media Whores. And You.

This entire planet is possible because of you and a guy named Greed.

So having shared you an interesting background, let me begin the trailer of  Financial Meltdown Nov 2017, An American Express dream!

The American Express Company, also known as Amex, is an American multinational financial services corporation headquartered in Three World Financial Center in New York City. The company was founded in 1850 and is one of the 30 components of the Dow Jones Industrial Average. The company is best known for its credit card, charge card, and traveler’s cheque businesses. In 2016, credit cards using the American Express network accounted for 22.9% of the total dollar volume of credit card transactions in the US. As of December 31, 2016, the company had 109.9 million cards in force, including 47.5 million cards in force in the United States, each with an average annual spending of $17,216.

American Express is full of go-getters who are highly imaginative. That’s one of the reasons behind their success. American Express realized in Q1 2015 that in an event of another recession, the largest lender would be rewarded a Federal Bailout package. So they decided to be one.

Since 2015 they are flouting various financial laws and up-selling credit through their unorganized and poorly regulated offshore contact centers.

 But that’s not it. They are up-selling credit to people who are sure to falter on repayments. They are giving money to people knowing their imminent non-payment. Clearly, flouting the rules of an already rigged game.

Now would be a good time to ask me for some proof. Well, I worked for this amazing institution for 5 long years. I am well familiar with the way this institution operates. And I was a part of this theater too.

Let’s me also tell you what’s gonna happen next. Come November those non-payments would cross an imaginary level and would start shaking the global economy. The waves would continue rocking the world till the next 2 years.

Banks would fire few mid-level employees. Amex India and Manila has already started the cleanup process.

 A year from now, ATM’s would start drying and the banks would declare themselves bankrupt. American Express won’t. Because the moment they would file for bankruptcy, the entire global economy would collapse. Remember, they would have achieved the biggest lender status by then.

So someone would offer them a bailout package and Ken Chenault would sip a cup of coffee with PM Modi and President Trump in a lounge, laughing at you. You are essential.

This entire planet is possible because of you and a guy named Greed.

Now don’t panic. Yes, I told you, you are soon to face a crisis, but I got a fix. Money is limited. If you withdraw all your remaining money tonite, after paying every bill you owe, you would be partially free from this magical chair of a show called the economy. When the music would stop, you do not have to worry. Yes, you would again lose your job but you won’t have many bills to pay.

 You would survive.

Now your question:

What would I do with all my money which I make till this happens?

Keep it in your home. Do not buy stuff on installments. There is no smartness in that.

What if someone steals it?

You have a government body called ‘The Law’, to protect you.

Oh, You do not trust them. You think they are crooks.

Wow!

You think Bankers are your friend and Cops are your enemy. In that case, Who am I?

A madman leading the blind!

 

Deep Hindu State – India

DEEP STATE

 

After the great and commercially overwhelming success of ‘Are you a chimp?’ and ‘Peace Love Rock n Roll’, what did you think I was going to talk about? My beautiful trip to the Himalayas! Of course, not. You knew this was coming. You knew it. Half of the nation has already termed me a bat-shit crazy conspiracy theorist, I need to live up to the expectations.

I always wished to be an infamous writer.

Let me tell you a fact about my childhood superhero Charles Bukowski. The FBI kept a file on him as a result of his column, Notes of a Dirty Old Man, in the LA underground newspaper Open City. That’s the level of infamy I wish to achieve.

Scandalous NiK! 

(I like the sound of it.)

Enough about my hopes and dreams just wanted to let you know, plainly and simply that this article is an attempt to win a place in the tracking servers of the intelligence agencies.

Okay then, where should we begin? Let me start with expressing my anguish over the fact that I wanted to write about PM Modi but I was advised to tread carefully by my closest advisers mostly located in Russia and Iran. Few of them are also based in L.A, California. (I like them more)

So do you understand what this really means?

I don’t like to bad-mouth great men. Modi is one. So is Trump.

Do I have the guts to say ill about Alexander the great?

Fuck not! He fucked up, in the end, that’s true. But who are we petty humans to judge someone so valiant and powerful. I can just think about a popular Indian saying – Aukaat me raho (Stay within your limits). But these are not the times of Alexander the great. Modern popular culture has introduced a great pseudo mechanism of mind control. They allow you to say crazy shit online. And then use the metadata to keep an eye on you. And also for propaganda purposes. Yeah, that’s jibber jabber. Let me further simplify. (And read my book Broken Radio, it’s on Amazon. It does explain all of this using a captivating story-line.)

You are Miss Z. Miss Z hates Trump. Miss Z leaves comments, shares, likes propaganda content against Sir Trump.

But Miss Z doesn’t hate Trump’s Wife.

Now Imagine this, a highly intelligent person, like me, gets access to this lump of raw information.

What can he do?

He can use a cyber boiler room and flood Miss Z’s virtual world with Melanie’s good work and a tiny message to vote for Trump. Now comes the voting day. Miss Z is staring at two faces on an empty wall. Both are full of hollow, empty promises. Miss Z knows, at some level, they both are full of shit. Suddenly her subconscious pops Melanie’s face in front of her and her fingers twitch. She doesn’t even know what happened but there it was,

 A Vote for Donald Trump.

 She comes out, forgets about the whole shit and starts chatting with her girlfriend.

That was my best. No one on the planet can explain you this crazy shit in a simpler manner.

Now let me tell you how you feel. Most of you understand and agree. But you think, none of this affects your pretty lives in any manner.

That is where most of you are wrong. It does. Let me quickly tell you how. Even I am short of time. I need to prepare breakfast for my girlfriend. She would be waking up soon.

The concept of a deep state suggests that there exists a coordinated effort by career government employees and others to influence state policy without regard for democratically elected leadership.

Sounds familiar.

10 Janpath behind PM Manmohan

RSS behind PM Modi

Amazon behind President Trump

You all know what I am talking about. But things just got worse. This is deeper that Deep State. As I explained initially, I was advised not to talk about PM Modi. I also explained how Deep State uses Social Media to manipulate you. None of this is my concern. My issue is PM Modi.

He’s a great man. I do not question anything he does. But I know he wants to see a temple in his name somewhere down the line, maybe 300 years from now.

I wanna make fun of him, a little. I wanna spread some smiles.  Every other country allows it. You made fun of the last one, PM Manmohan. It was disgraceful. I didn’t even smile. But you were allowed. Nobody roughed you up. So, my question to you is, Why the fuck can’t I make fun of PM Modi? A little laugh. How is that demeaning? And if it is,

What about last time?

 Did you guys fuck up?

I am not liking this totalitarian approach of the government to so strongly monitor people and manipulate social media with pro-government propaganda content. I am hating the way the government is using the intelligence agencies to use your cyber metadata to manipulate you. I am not liking this pseudo-censorship wherein Google would not run Adsense on your blog and FB would deny your ads if you write Pro-Islam content.

I hate PM Modi clicking selfies while he sells the nation for a bag of gold and a dream of becoming a God, someday. You are PM for god’s sake. What else you wanna become? PM of America? They don’t have those, over there.

The most powerful man on the planet! Donald Trump! Here’s what he recently said:

“I would be the greatest jobs president that God ever created”

Here is something I like from your PM Modi :

“I will make such a wonderful India that all Americans will stand in line to get a Visa for India”

I would drink tonight. Cheers, to a truly wonderful India.

And also, I know about boiler rooms because a close friend of mine, based in Russia runs a 1200 seater cyber boiler room. I joined FB on 6th Jan 2017. I am a bestseller author and an internet celebrity today. How do you think it all happened in 5 months? I orchestrated it through social media management with the help of my foreign friends.

Don’t judge me. Judge Trump! Judge PM Modi! Get ready to judge India’s next election!

 I am a small fish. I just wanna get infamous. Be a little bad boy. Marry a stunning, gorgeous, yet intelligent writer. (I recently found one.) Settle in the beautiful, heavenly, valleys of Kashmir. Have no kids.

And a request to government agencies –

In case you wanna set up a surveillance on me, I just wanted to make it clear to you, I intend to visit Dubai for some personal affairs this Eid. And Kashmir when I return. So, Please do not cancel my passport or put me in jail. December would be a good time for that.”

That’s it for now. Enjoy your weekend!

 

Peace Love Rock n Roll

I was away in the mountains, for a while. When I came back, I had an engaging conversation with my mentor. We realized the importance of making a little money as we were behind on all our bills. It was a motivational conversation. I prepared myself. But then I became sick and ended up watching House of Cards and Homeland. I still got two episodes of Homeland remaining. But that’s beside the point.

I realized, ‘One never enjoys doing things they ain’t fond of.’ So here I am, writing. No longer do I feel sick, nor do I feel the need of watching a thriller.

Tough days always fall. Life’s a ride, there’s always this thrill for a small while, followed by a mundane, lousy, disciplined spin. But tough days do make you miss childhood. Life was simpler during those good old days. Most of us fancy kids. (Few of us hate too. But I won’t talk about them as I have been requested by my editor to stop the Neo-noir bullshit and do a little, toned down, commercial writing.)  We fancy pets too. Do you know why? Let me tell you. The one and only plausible explanation behind wishing a kid/pet are to be around someone whose emotional energy is overwhelmingly powerful.

Your wife is having an affair. Your Boss just fired you, just now, a few minutes ago. Radio says the prices would go up. The weather forecast is storm and war.

You come home to your kid/pet and yell, ‘I am fucked, dude. Totally fucked!’ The kid/pet stares at you calmly and asks –

‘My question to you is, are we going to play ball in the park or not?’

And there it is. All your worries go away for a second. Then you beat the pulp out of that kid/pet. Drink whiskey! And sleep like a baby.

There you go. It’s always good to have something like this around. I guess that would be it for this afternoon. May God bless you this Ramadan. May God bless you. He no longer blesses me but I surely pray for you. And Google is reviewing my website so no talks about sex till next weekend. I apologize. We changed our theme from –

Sex  Drugs  Rock n Roll

to

Sex  Green-Tea  Rock n Roll.

 

Let’s Call this Love!

I know. I sure do know. You guys are gonna start screaming that why am I talking about Love. I am well aware some of you have left your lovers because you believed in my saying that love is an illusion. I still stand by that statement.

But I too deserve to act stupid at times. We all get to have a little fun. Yes, In a longer run mostly everything turns to shit. And so does Love. Something which initially starts as a tiny funny feeling in your lower abdomen metamorphoses into a pain inducing tumor in your head towards the end days and then becomes cancerous and kills you. Then you slowly and gradually pick the broken pieces and then start looking for someone else to make you feel whole, for a little while, again. This basically sums up everyone’s love lives.

But let’s focus on the first few days. To clearly explain why love is so addictive, I am going to present to you my LSD trip notes. Love is as addictive as any other drug and has exactly the same effects. Here is love explained for all of you.

You start seeing colors. Your lover takes over your consciousness and you feel aware after a very long time. You no longer feel the need of being lonely. You start believing – Experiences are more enjoyable when shared! You experience a surreal time shift. It feels your world is slipping beneath your feet and is being replaced by a bright yellow light. The light of freedom, with a shade of captivity . You make paintings which capture how you feel because no amount of words can explain this divine phenomenon. And no fucking blog can tell you what it feels, when you on LOVE. Remember ‘ON LOVE’ not ‘IN’. It’s a fucking drug.  The colors dance and they talk too. 

That’s how the initial days feel like. And then –

‘DEATH – That’s what happens to every FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THING. IT FUCKING DIES. WE KILL IT’.

Didn’t the Ancient Mariner kill the poor naked Albatross?

Anyways, I am in the initial days so let me have fun. Atleast till EID! And guys a fact which you might not know cause you do not use all your senses, all the time – Women’s Vagina and a freshly made Painting smell alike. That’s it for this afternoon.

Delhi – The Rape Capital

It’s 07:45 am. It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in the capital town of India, New Delhi. New Delhi is the capital of India. India is a great country. Though it is a ‘bit’ overpopulated, where ‘bit’ is being used as an understatement inducing agent.  India is also a very just nation.

Because Delhi is world’s worst places and natives of this place are really evil, Indians decided not to outcast Delhi but reward it with the title – Capital. Being a capital city is a great responsibility. You need to make sure you are overpopulated and scarce of resources. This in turn would hike prices and people would work hard and earn less. The city would get costly and to an outsider would glitter ‘RICH’.

A Rich place is a good place. Lights should always stay on. You should never sleep. Delhi never sleeps. It works 24/7. In between naps it robs, kills, scams, whores and rapes too. Delhi likes raping. India enjoys rape. India makes rape a frequent activity. Indians believe every women has a secret desire to get raped. The world also shares a similar belief.

India rapes in Delhi, Noida, Gurgaon, Surat, U.P and before you tell me to stop stating that you know this and you choose to ignore because things like these are depressing. I would like to state the real fact. Yes every women has a desire to get raped. And that is not at all a secret. And as shocking as it would hit you, every man also has a desire to get raped. The entire human consciousness has a desire to get raped, wherein rape stands for losing control over self and let the universe run it’s own course. Rape means not to try and control anything because it’s a futile attempt. Rape doesn’t always mean a sexual crime, you depraved society! That would be it for today. Have a nice day.

That Right Swipe

Hey everyone.
This is a true and shocking account of my Tinder exploits.
I was quite scared to pen it down but I was encouraged by the Broken Radio team to write my feelings down hoping to resolve them within myself.
I am a 29 years old woman. I stay in New Delhi. I am married to a software engineer. I also have a 9 year old son. I work as a teacher in a nearby school.
My husband has always been a fair lover, not too gentle, not to rough. Lately he has been too busy with his work. There are talks of his promotion. He spends every waking minute of his life working. I feel lonely and unappreciated. I was always a 7 point woman. I was never the center of attraction, neither was I the most unnoticed one. I was, as they say, the hot girl’s best friend. I was always in every picture but never in the center. Since my husband also stopped giving me attention, I started suffering from mild depression.
Whenever would turn on the television, I would always see confident, attractive women having fun with good looking guys. I was feeling as if I missed on a big part of my life. One day I saw an advertisement of a phone application called Tinder. It had a catchy tagline about boy browsing. I got intrigued. I downloaded the app and within minutes,
I figured out that it was a hookup app. Before I could even put on a decent picture, I had matches and messages pouring in.
The first guy I liked, lived in Malviya Nagar and wanted to meet ASAP. I was alone in the house. I agreed. He made it in 15 minutes  & I called him upstairs. I offered him coffee. He was a very confident man. He said, ‘Seems like you are new to this. I don’t want coffee. I want to taste your lips.’ The next thing I remember, I was on top of him, breathing heavily. He left within 30 minutes. I was never f****d like this since high school. I opened the app again, not because I was horny but to see if I was still desirable.
I had 3 encounters and countless orgasms that evening. To my ill fate, my husband also demanded my affections that night. I was already exhausted but I let him have his way. The next morning, I was a different woman. I felt, I am extremely attractive and men love to f*** me. This newfound confidence changed my body language. Now I was always the center of attraction. I started having this feeling that the entire world revolves around me. Whenever I used to feel low, Tinder was the high I needed. One night I was in a lounge. I saw a guy looking at me with hungry eyes. He was a middle aged man. He might have had a daughter about my age. I didn’t want to sleep with him but I wanted to see if I can charm someone in a club without Tinder. I went to the women’s loo and signaled him in. After repeated signals he trusted his good fortunes and came to my booth. He was very rough. I felt as if I was being raped.
He demanded anal intercourse. I had never tried the act before. I refused. But he was too determined. He forced his way. I shouted in pain. He covered my mouth and continued pleasing himself.
This was a wake up call for me. When I saw myself in the mirror getting f***** in the a** forcibly, I realized men are not crazy about me. I am an easy lay. I realized I am not a queen but a Tinder whore who has attached her self confidence to her vagina. That shocking image of myself, being held against my will, in pain, helpless drove the realization of what this really was. But it was too late.
The man finished, spat on my face and left me alone, bleeding and dirty in that loo.
So I decided to share my story. It was too late for me, but if I share my story, this could potentially save another human being from being emotionally and mentally destroyed or worse, getting trapped in a violent situation.

Please do not use Tinder or any such ‘hook-up app.

Please do not whore yourself.

You’re worth much , much more than random hookups and easy lays.

Trust me.

Champions For Choice?

Recently, Lisa Hayden said she wants to have kids and loves cooking. Sounds normal right?

Not to feminists.

What ensued was a storm of raging, indignant voices, almost all feminist, tweeting, posting, writing about how that single statement by Lisa Hayden, was somehow enough to drag all of femininity back to the dark ages.

You see there’s a deep rooted belief in the mind of every feminist that only ‘women'(who stick to their ideology that is) have suffered throughout history & now, It’s OK even if sometimes in their pursuit for ‘equality ‘, they do get a little unfair in their evaluations. Men have had ‘power’for so long thanks to ‘patriarchy’ , that a little lack of logical reasoning is only legitimate in the feminist hemisphere.’

See I don’t get it! And you can’t blame me because it’s so blatantly hypocritical. No feminist protested the words of Hillary Clinton when she said “I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas, but what I decided to do was to fulfill my profession, which I entered before my husband was in public life”

OR when Betty Friedan said “[Housewives] are mindless and thing-hungry…not people. [Housework] is peculiarly suited to the capacities of feeble-minded girls. [It] arrests their development at an infantile level, short of personal identity with an inevitably weak core of self…. [Housewives] are in as much danger as the millions who walked to their own death in the concentration camps.”

OR when Gloria Steinem said “No woman should be authorized to stay at home and raise her children. Women should not have that choice, precisely because if there is such a choice, too many women will make that one.”

They don’t bat an eye lid when a feminist says “Kill all men!”

But one interview from a little known star wife, who said “I am a housewife and wear that label with pride. Why can’t you be an accomplished homemaker? Accomplishing could mean anything one has their heart set on. I had a tough pregnancy, bringing Misha (her seven-month-old daughter) into this world. Now, I love being at home and spending time with my child. I don’t want to spend an hour with her and then rush to work. It’s not that I am not a woman of today. You don’t have to compromise on traditions and ideals to be modern. Why did I have her? She is not a puppy, you know. I want to be there for her as a mother; seeing her grow up cannot be quantified,”

was enough to break all chains of hell lose! Frankly, none of what the star wife said seemed illogical or offensive to me but to feminists, this was an extreme view and those of Gloria Steinem and the like are not!

Apparently, the advocates for ‘choice for women’ have taken it upon themselves to run other women down, who do not subscribe to their ideas and chose to adopt more traditional roles.

Radhika Vaz, a feminist comedian went on to write the following on Twitter

“The next bitch who says she’s not a feminist needs to pay dowry and then perform Sati. And be married off at age 11. And no school for you”.

Of course, there were interesting replies soon after, but those of us with a different viewpoint were accused of lacking a sense of humor.

The point is, not only was the tweet not funny, it wasn’t anywhere close to facts either because, none of the issues that she mentions were ever tackled by feminism. Feminism deals with important issues like freeing the nipple, internet censorship, trigger warning, slut shaming, demeaning women who choose traditional life styles, blaming men for all their problems, wanting a free pass in life etc etc where do they have the time to end child marriage or slavery, or women burning themselves on the pyre of a dead husband.

This is why, I’d like to point out to Radhika, and others like her holding up the ‘I need feminism because…’ placards, that I’m not a feminist because I know it’s not about equal rights but about absolute supremacy.

What started off as a movement to get women the right to vote and own property has long been hijacked by a group of radicals who cannot match you logic to logic, want to be able to get away with murder, literally so, and be called a victim all their life.

These feminists are not okay with men who are interested in what they earn, but wouldn’t marry a poor guy in a million years…

These are the kind of feminists, who have instigated the rise of the MGTOW or Men Going Their Own Way movement, thus attacking the family system, forcing men to shun chivalry while complaining about the dearth of good men in society.

True feminism must defend a woman’s right to choose at any cost. It must be left to the woman to choose to work or be a stay at home mum. Isn’t that what having a choice really means?

Like any social movement, timely reforms in ideology are both important and inevitable. It’s time now, to balance the act and glorify the choice of stay at home mothers just as supporting the ambitions of women joining the paid workforce. That’s the only way that feminism can get to retain the title of the eternal defender of women’s choices.

 

My Friends In School

 

Everyone has bitter – sweet memories of school. As a child, I’d been to a number of schools but the one I found most interesting was the one I spent the most time in. And the reason I find it interesting now is because of the fact that we read & learnt in an environment where we sort of co-existed with different kinds of animals. And when I say coexisted, I MEAN coexisted. You see, we had a pair of pugs, called Barnie & Bernie, a rooster whose name I don’t remember, A Great Dane called ‘Sultan’, a bunch of swans, a few ducks, a parrot called ‘Mithu’ & a few other varieties of birds! That’s not all, all except the Great Dane, were allowed to roam around freely within school premises which meant an occasional visit from a few of them in the classrooms! The most frequent visitors were the pugs & the most notorious too because more often than not, their visit was accompanied by an embarrassing visual of the two of them humping, or trying to at least! Embarrassing for the humanity in question because frankly, Bernie & Barnie gave not a single damn to whoever was watching!

The rooster managed to single handedly bring down the level of excitement caused by pugs by his inactivity. All I ever recall ‘him’doing is standing in front of the full length mirror positioned outside of one of our classrooms, in the corridor, & just staring at his handsome self. I was first introduced to the concept of narcissism by that rooster. He didn’t mind sharing the mirror because he wouldn’t even glance at you if you stood & observed your own reflection in that same mirror. You can now begin to understand where I come from in life, I’ve spent most of my childhood sharing a mirror with a rooster, after all!

The ducks & swans usually kept to themselves. We had to invade their space each day for the morning assembly but they gladly shared the lawn area of the school with us. At times one of them would come crashing toward the assembled children, but would usually just bump into the school administrator, Mr Paul, & head back to his waiting friends. The animals remained normal around most of us, caused no trouble & shared space quite happily, but they had a thing for Mr Paul. The pugs being the assholes they were, would almost always come & pee on his foot, and his alone, each time he tried to speak in the morning assembly! Both of them. So much so that this had become a ritual we had all begun to accept, more so because if you laughed, Mr Paul would make it a point to single the laughing child out of the gathering of students to try & break his or her spirit. But of course, the opposite effect was achieved and what ensued was a fit of laughter among every teacher & student present within the premise, during that time. But Mr Paul never got it. He always felt we were laughing at the student he held captive. That was not the case of course.

‘Sultan’was held away from us because he was deemed ‘dangerous’ because of his size by some of the parents, which was a shame because those of us who did visit him sometimes, knew that he was very gentle around us. Maybe it was Mr Paul’s safety they really feared for. I don’t know.

This was my life, during my adolescent years, surrounded by animals, learning an important lesson about co-existence and all because the owner of our school was an animal lover. In fact, she still is involved in several animal welfare schemes and rescue operations. If she would have had her way, we would have had a donkey among us too! But that never happened because he was too injured for a full recovery.

I wonder what that would have been like though. I really do.

Baked To Perfection!

Do you like cakes? I love them!

Do you like perfection? I appreciate it!

I also love gazing at ornamental cakes, almost as much as eating them!

So I was just going through images of cakes online, for some reason, was sitting & naming them & I thought why not share them with other cake enthusiasts! (Please don’t judge me, you can’t be meaningful all the time!)

So here are a few Cakes I found online that, in my opinion, have been BAKED TO PERFECTION!

cake
The Porcelain Donut
cake11
Chocolate Wood
cake12
Tasty Tiara
cake2
Double Trouble
cake3
Fantastic Four
cake4
Hansel & Gretel
cake5
Santa’s Gift
cake6
Floral Delight
cake7
Mauve Tower
cake8
Zebra Crossing
cake9
Blooming Dale
cake10
Crystal Boon
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Black Beauty

Why India Does NOT Need Feminism

 

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This is a ‘viral’ image, doing the rounds of the Indian social media scene for quite some time now. An educated, ’empowered’, female actor telling us what issues our ‘women’ face today & how feminism is the answer to them all.

Here’s the problem with it though…
FEMINISM is NOT the answer to any of these issues and I’ll tell you why….

India does NOT need feminism because —

Feminism assumes that only women are raped. It doesn’t take into account that men can be raped at all! Or that rape is an equally prevalent lurking danger on little boys and adult men as it is on little girls and adult women. Feminism also assumes that women cannot be perpetrators and that it’s OK for women to not be charged as harshly for the same crime as a man.

India doesn’t need feminism because it doesn’t count homemaking a respectable enough job to even count as ‘work’ when it really is a full time job. A shocking statement emerged from the Indian Supreme court lately according to which, s wife cannot be a ‘parasite’ on her husband’s earnings! This, of course, garnered a strong support from feminists overlooking the implication it holds. Traditional roles were meant to compliment each other and not be parasitic! It was the perfect balance of yin & yang, if you will which created a sense of harmony within the family & the community. Also, they failed to highlight the fact that the supreme court had meant this for cases involving alimony and made it sound like a blanket statement for all women! While I am not against women in the workforce, I do feel that more comfortable in the natural assigned roles for the genders. It’s a personal opinion, and I do not mean to try and change it to legislation but I do NOT appreciate the extreme counter view being endorsed by the country’s most supreme judiciary either! Or being portrayed as such, in this case!

Feminism also belittles the role of mothers in the lives of young children. Also, it strives to achieve equality with men only in offices and blue collared work places. Ever seen a feminist demanding the right to being a coal miner or gutter cleaner??? No equality needed there huh? Also,it doesn’t take into account the fact,that for more menial tasks men are preferred over women and for a lot of jobs in offices like that of a secretary or receptionist, women are automatically preferred to men and feminism doesn’t count that as discrimination!

India does NOT need feminism, because it cannot solve the issue of ABORTION because it is a.STAUNCH supporter of the practice!
Women’s right to choose has led to more killed babies worldwide than sex selection EVER will and notice also,how feminism assumes that only female babies are aborted!
In the west certain extreme lobbyists are pushing for the right to legalize all abortions NO MATTER WHAT which means abortion at any time during the pregnancy right up to the 9th month and even after because a woman’s body is her domain but the little entity inside her, which she is supposed to protect and nurture, is ‘ not a person ‘ and ‘ just a lump of flesh or cell’s! That’s a feminist’s definition of a human baby, not mine!

India doesn’t need feminism because it fails to account for all the little boys and girls , who are pushed into hard work at an age that they should be studying and building a future. It somehow makes that also a gender issue.

Not everything is a gender issue. We need a humanitarian approach, egalitarian if you must, but the moment you say ‘feminism’, you’re automatically excluding half the population from the very word describing your political movement. While the issues mentioned in the placard Kalki is holding are very real, feminism, I’m afraid, is not the answer.

It’s A Long Way To The Top If You Wanna’ Rock & Roll!

 

It’s a long way to the top if you wanna Rock&Roll!

 

What the fuck is wrong with you people? I am asking this assuming, some of you might know.

Don’t you have something better to do?

 

How about television? Common, don’t be shy. It is your favorite pastime.

Not today.

Did no one make plans with you? Go to some movie or a little shopping, a little clubbing maybe. No?

That bad. Hmmm.

You can play some games, they are pretty involving. You can listen to those stupid tracks saved in your phone, you call it music. Check your FB, maybe post a selfie on INSTA. These things matter.

Isn’t that right?

You can always color your hair. Try that new shampoo you bought after seeing that commercial. Groom yourself a little. Get those yellow stained teeth cleaned. You not going to look any younger or any better. But try.

You can always sleep. I am an insomniac since the age of 14: The day I first saw a pair of titties. A 40-year-old milf neighbor showed me the doors to heaven. You call it child sex abuse. At my time, it was called fun.  Haven’t had any sleep since that day. But you love sleeping. Don’t you?

If you are hell bent on reading this, I must warn you. Nothing would change. You would read this, appreciate, get enlightened. And then the very next evening, you would go and buy something more entertaining. Who reads books? You do not get laid by reading books. Be honest.

They call me Goat-boy. I am a musician. No, no!

They call me Goat-boy. I am an artist. Oh, shit, no!

My name is Goat-boy. I am a recovering sex addict. Fuck this shit!

Okay, so my name is Goat-boy. I am diagnosed with chronic Insomnia. I am also a recovering sex addict. I play guitar. Shit man!

My name is Jack. I am an artist. Maybe. Maybe not.

But I like calling myself one. I create music, at least try to. I am not too good at what I do but seeing the current logistics, who is? Is Trump a good president?

You only need to be good to do great things: To make money, mediocrity does the trick. Look at you, you make money and good is a very distant expression for you. You are shitty and clumsy but still, you make good money. Don’t you?

I never wanted to be a musician but an interesting mix of life events landed me the trade.

 I won’t admit that it was easy but yes it wasn’t so tough either. My doctor asked me to channelize my sexual energy into something more meaningful than watching porn and wanking. He suggested me to try writing, painting, dancing… I thought a lot. None of these people get laid, a lot.

Writers, they are fucking sex starved delusional.

Painters, they are fucking sex starved crazies.

Dancers, they got no energy left to fuck.

Rock stars, You know the glamour. You would get laid, why won’t you? You are a Rock- star!

So I thought to try my hands on creating some original rock music. Apart from playing music, I also enjoy burning shit.

“Burn It To The Ground”

I was listening to the Radio. Nickelback was playing. Music always pleases me. It makes the voices in my head go away. You should also listen to music. But just wanted to advise you that, “Char bottle Vodka, Kaam uska roz ka” (Four bottles of Rum, Bitch drinks every day…. Please show me how she pukes and shits d pain away.) is not music. These lyrics are not thoughtful. If you listen to this kind of music, I am sure your God would save you. The same God whose idols you purchase for $50 at your nearest place of religious communion – A shopping mall!

I focused on the lyrics.

Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight
I’ve got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We’ve got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out

We’re going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We’re going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Suddenly doctor “UD” came. So, our doctor, an unattractive male in his 40’s, never got married. He got laid the first time when he was 28 years old and got his first job. That too because the nurse had a bad breakup and wanted a rebound. A decent doctor worked for her.

Now, he always had an issue with nervous ticks.

For the STUPID: Nervous ticks, are involuntary muscle movements caused by stress and anxiety.

Doc: Goat-boy, You know why you here?

Me: Yes sir.

Doc: Then you also know that if you do not stop lighting fire to financial institutions, they would send you to a prison. They are only acting patient with you because of your fan following.

Me: No problem. I would light the prison on fire. Lighting fire is my passion. I like it.

Doc: No. It’s a medical condition. You are a delusional and an Arsonist. You need medical attention.

Me: Okay Sir. As you say. But did you ever think why I only burn Financial institutions?

UD: Tell me!

Me: Financial institutions make money. Money is historically an emergent market phenomenon establishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money.[4] Fiat money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment within the boundaries of the country, for “all debts, public and private”. (For the stupid – Money is just a piece of paper and it has no value because it has no great saying or quote written over it. It’s abso-fuckin-lutely of no value.)

UD: Got it. Now make sure you buy your prescription from the shop outside. And also book the next week’s visit by paying $250 advance. Get well soon, Goatboy. We love you! 😊

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

 

A thought just came to my mind. A minute ago. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle. I know what you are thinking, “Aa gaya pagla phir se.” (Here comes the crazy again.) But then in my defense, I have all the facts with me. Please hear me out for two minutes. I won’t rob you off your wealth. Corporations and religions are for that purpose. I just need two minutes, please. And also, “Insanity is just a state of mind like sanity. Who knows who’s what? I certainly don’t (#mostdef)”

My question to you is, “Why not?” We are clothed and civilized because we are supposedly social beings. But are we? I don’t see many social things being done around. I just see few people making money and others buying the goods made and sold by them. Then I also see Television, (fuck Television – the kind you watch. I watch RT.com), which has a propaganda content airing 24/7*365. Everywhere they teach you how to buy things and how to make money to buy em. No one teaches you to achieve freedom and not to willingly submit to slavery. A wise man said –

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

So you’ve tried to pass along your doubt 
Oh you need somebody’s ears to hear you shout 
All your wasted and days and twisted ways are up 
So now it’s time to see the cards you dealt 

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

A wise one said. Not me. I am the crazy one. So, the point being made is, “What’s the point of a consumerist society?” Why fight for it’s thriving? Let it perish and rot away in oblivion. Let’s just orchestrate a Phoenix event. (In the historical record, the Phoenix could symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empiremetempsychosisconsecrationresurrection, life in the heavenly ParadiseChristMaryvirginity, the exceptional man, and certain aspects of Christian life”.[3]). We no longer need to buy things. All of us who want things to change and pave way for a better tomorrow, Let’s just sell our possessions. Buy a ton of books. Buy a backpack. Burn our identifications. Become no one. Because “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

“Let’s be a part of the great Rainbow Family. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!”

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Are you a chimp?

Are you a chimp?

 

Darwin told you, a long time ago that you were a chimp! You agreed, Didn’t you? But he made a small error. Yes, I said it. Loud and clear that Darwin made a mistake. Great men make mistakes too. That’s why Rome fell.

Darwin said you were a chimp. No motherfucker! You still are. Yes, you evolved physically but then that’s about it. You did not read books. You thought it’s too much of work. Let’s just look good and dress well, design an economy which resembles musical chair. Someone would always lose. It’s a musical chair. Those are the rules. And then you decided to fuck nature up and you enjoying, having fun. Just like chimps do. Break twigs, shit, puke, fuck, steal, at times hunt too. That’s your whole fucking story.

So, you still are a chimp! You were a chimp and you are a chimp.

I know some of you are laughing right now thinking I am joking but no I am not. I am damn serious. I am as serious as you were when you decided to nuke Hiroshima to make a point. A very small point. That you were a better chimp. Not so long ago you also decided to eliminate a breed of fellow individuals. One of the alpha male of your esteemed chimp community, ‘Sir great chimp – Hitler’, decided to kill Jews. You just stood there in shock and awe and I don’t know what as I wasn’t born then.

In my time another chimp, ‘Sir Donald fucking Trump chimp’ is doing the same. He wishes to kill every Muslim brother. That’s how chimps do it.

Now some of you are thinking what is my propaganda behind writing this. Am I a Muslim? Am I a naturalist? Do I have a PhD? How am I so confidently stating the but obvious truth. Well, for your chimp brain let’s just assume that I am Charlie Marvin, seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin. And I also talk to the universe, because I am a human being, not a chimp! Unlike you.

So, please pay a very close attention to what I am saying. You are a fucking chimp! Okay! And you accidentally got the gift of language. You are not supposed to know the language. Because you use it to spread hate. You do not use it to spread love or peace. You should only communicate in sign language. Because you are a chimp and chimps are not supposed to talk.

And then came the shittiest moment in human history. You chimps got access to Inter fuck it Net. Holy Fuck! What’s gonna happen now? Every fucking chimp got smart devices. LMAO! LOL! Killing fucking language. (Smiley Emoji).  Because you don’t understand language. You are not supposed to talk.

And all of you who are thinking right now that you are a human being. Well, you are wrong too. You are also a chimp! Because you don’t understand, ‘Where there is will, there is a way’.  You don’t understand,”Honesty is the best policy“. You don’t understand,”Time and tide wait for none“. You don’t understand,”Find something you love and let it kill you”. You don’t understand,”Go all the way or don’t even start”. You don’t understand,”You are a piece of shit”. I don’t know why am I wasting my time talking to you. You won’t understand.”You are a chimp!“.

Please don’t buy a book. Go buy an I-Phone.

Charles Marvin seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin.

Artist ¦Naturalist

Lover, Leave Me Alone!

Lover, please leave me alone

Lover, please leave me alone

Let me die with my sightless eyes

Let me die with my punctured lungs

Let me die with my crushed hopes, dreams and my broken bones

You don’t wanna nourish me

You just wanna judge

Pretentious, ignorant female

I would never budge

I am, I was, I will be

Cause I am time

I am wealth

I am stars, the sun, the moon…Saturn too

Your thoughts can’t leap

They like Snails

They sweep, all the dirt

all the earth, since birth

You are destined to crawl and die

Everyone gets by, everyone gets by

Lover, please leave me alone

Lover, please leave me alone

The Monster Within

There’s a dark monster inside me

but mostly it’s away

locked in rusty shackles

but every now & then

a link in the broken chain gives way

to shattered hopes, broken dreams and an empty soul

Light was never bright

It never shined upon the Quixote of a knight

It’s all black within

black tar dripping every now & then

the darkness is within you too

& it’s within your loved ones

it’s within your mothers & within your son

your fake smiles can’t hide it

my tears & cries can’t hide it

smoked lungs can’t hide it

trembling tongues can’t hide it

mine’s at least away at times

yours is always out

with no leash dragging on the ground

nothing to stop it from taking the crown

It’s gonna’ rule your world & mine

’cause you adore it, I don’t

I want it to die

you need it to shine

I ain’t fucked up

It’s just an awfully tough time

 

 

 

 

Video – The View

It is very unlikely that we, the general population, will ever be able to voyage into outer space & see the wonders of the universe the way future space travelers will.
 For us, the next best experience would be a long night flight. However, from the inside of an aircraft cabin you will not see much & more often than not, most passengers sleep.
 The pilots in the flight deck are lucky as they get to see the night sky like no one else does. If one could create a time lapse video from the cockpit during a long night flight, it would be simply amazing , almost surreal.
 A Boeing 777 pilot did just that! On a flight from Zurich to Sao Paolo in South America, this creative Senior First Officer created an amazing time lapse video as his plane flew over three continents. Keeping him company is the Milky Way, millions of stars & meteors of the Perseid Meteor shower!
During the flight he switches on the landing lights to greet pilots of other flights as they shoot by over head.
The accompanying music is perfect.
The pilot shot the sequences using a Sony A7S camera which has very high ISO ratings. He also used a fast f 1.4 lens.To shoot a time lapse like this from the cockpit of a plane travelling at nearly the speed of sound is simply indescribable.
WATCH & get ready to be mesmerized!

Lover Friend

What is LOVE?

I don’t know

& neither do you

dear friend

So please, don’t pretend

Love isn’t that feeling in the lower abdomen

I know because it feels the same

when I see my sister after a long span

If this is love, then God save me

as I must be insane

What is LOVE

I don’t know

& neither do you

dear friend

So please, don’t pretend

Love isn’t that feeling of possession

when I see my muse’s eyes

love isn’t when I close the door

& the only noises are moans & cries

Don’t get confused between

love, need, want & the rest

When yesterday I looked into your eyes,

I saw something divine

I don’t wanna’ be with you

I don’t wanna make you mine

Hell! I don’t even wanna’ spend time

I just need the reassurance

that you would let me be around

’cause the world’s an ugly place

they won’t understand me

I don’t know what love is

but the universe says I am gonna’ find

I don’t need anyone

I don’t want anything to be mine

But please, smile at my poor jokes

your lips twitch

and I become sublime

I am sure this is LOVE

But I don’t wanna’ make you mine.

 – Nik

A Flood Of Tears

A flood’s gonna’ come

not to wash away all that is

but to drown YOU

for what you’ve done

 

I can hear it

& I know you can’t

you’re focus is

on the sound of silver

 

You built some dams

you killed a few beavers

you suffocated some birds

you burnt a few jungles

 

I know you’re greedy

I know you’re needy

I know what your story is

You’ve risen from ashes

& are now basking in the false sense of permanence

 

Every time the wind blows

Every breath I take in

I am determined

to not let you kill me

in the name of religion

in the name of civilization

 

I won’t let you destroy me

for false dreams of a better tomorrow

I won’t let you laugh

while she cries away

 

A flood’s gonna’ come

slowly, but surely

Hear her sobs, Mother Nature is dying

So I know that a flood’s gonna’ come

I just ‘know’, I can see

 

I’d see you drowning

but don’t worry about me

‘Cause I would be safe

on top of a mountain

And I see the water is already beginning to rise

It isn’t too far away

A flood’s gonna’ come

Your end 

HAS BEGUN.

A Word About Child ‘Gender Identity’ – The Child Is Fine, You’re Confused.

I was reading the newspaper sometime back and came across an article about a 16 year old boy’s struggle with gender identity ‘confusion’ and how he initially thought he was gay and how he finally embraced the fact that he’s actually a girl , and how he’s going to have a sex change operation after his class 12 exams. His family & peers are supportive and his NRI mother bought him his first dress even and thinks he has pretty legs!
The story, of course, doesn’t end here. The mother goes on to narrate how she felt he might be gay initially as he always insisted on playing with dolls and wigs and even though he was ‘encouraged’ to play with tanks and guns, he never conformed! Also, by the time he was 12 years old, he was already going in for counseling sessions as he felt he was gay and wanted help with this ‘confusion’.

Now I’ve seen 12 year olds and I’ve been a 12 year old myself. I’m sure everyone has. When I think of my childhood, I remember having a little chapter dedicated to intercourse in my science textbook and that’s about it as far as my generation’s exposure to sexual knowledge went. As a child that young, I recall being curious, but since there were so many things around to keep us distracted, like sports, debates,books,and.meaningful time spent with the family where we.learnt some values,that there was hardly any space for sexual craziness.
Also,there was nothing much on TV that depicted overt sexual imagery or homosexuality as even a concept, there was no burden on most children from my generation, to come to terms with or identify with.
What’s also interesting is,the fact that I recall not being a very stereotypical ‘girly girly’ myself in fact, I played basketball, baseball, loved wrestling and hated cooking!
But back then, this was not defined as ANYTHING really, just kids being kids and doing what they wanted without a care in the world. There was no burden of gender identity or any definitions at all.
As matter of fact ,every child goes through a phase of confusion where he or she is unable to decide what they want to become. Back then,it was about choosing a career, nowadays it’s about choosing a sexual orientation and a gender!
So what’s changed?
Nothing much, I’d say. Children are still children, but it’s the parents and culture that’s changed.
The mother in this story states, that when he discarded the guns he was ‘encouraged to play with ” she was afraid that he might be gay!!!
Wow!
THAT is very telling.
The mother,the school,the counselors managed to play havoc with this child’s absolutely NORMAL phase of exploration and led him to believe that he’s confused. What kind of a parent sends her 12 year old for counselling because her son likes to play with dolls and what kind of counselors end up convincing the child that he’s actually a boy trapped in a woman’s body? This is borderline child abuse if you ask me!

Also, where is the FATHER in all of this? I can’t help but notice the absence of a ‘father figure’ in the child’s life. Did he even get to give masculinity a chance? And I refuse to count ‘offering him guns & toy tanks’ as a fair introduction to his true, natural , masculine instinct. 
Of course,children are struggling with a lot today as their lives are full of violent and sexual imagery thrown at them through pop culture and movies and then there’s this huge LGBTQ movement to reckon with, that’s creating a turmoil in their tender minds. At an age when the knowledge of heterosexuality can be shocking enough for the child, imagine a daily dose of homosexuality, transgender-ism, androgyny, gender fluidity etc thrown at them!
No wonder they’re turning out like this.
In the end I’d like to say just one thing

“God is not the author of confusion but of peace “

A Happy Mothers Day To The ‘Other’ Kind Of Mother

Happy Mother’s Day Mom,

From your ugly looking, least favourite son…

 

I always wondered why they need a day for mothers,

Mothers are divine, all of humanity does succumb.

But I guess today I figured this shit,

What kind of mothers deserve this gig…

 

It’s for YOU Mom, It’s for YOU..

When I stole a penny at 8, I just wanted an ice-cream stick,

I think you could have just made me understand,

You didn’t have to practise JIHAD and burn me…

 

When I was raped at 10, You blamed it on me

It was my fault, I could have ran away… I understand…

But MOM you knew I had a broken knee…

 

You made me feel shitty ‘cause I was not a pretty child,

Your brothers didn’t shower me with love and were unkind.

I remember your older brother threw me on the floor..

Just ‘cause I had farted.. But I was 12..

Kids fart… I wasn’t 24.

 

When I started earning, It was never enough

Everyone wanted a house, a car and a lifestyle

What about me?

You didn’t even let me buy a book about Van Fucking Gough..

You hated my girlfriends… I didn’t complain,

You hurled abuses, you hurt them

But couldn’t you see , I was in PAIN

 

I filled your account with whatever little I could make,

And now That I needed a little help

I was shocked to see your take

I just took a plastic card

You got ill ‘cause you thought

Your son ran away with your life’s worth !

 

Now I can’t love any other woman,

‘Cause I loved you deeply…

Every woman I’ve been with,

Looked like you

Isn’t that something, even Freud dint see..

 

Anyway, I guess this is the end

I wish you luck and Oh yes!

Happy Mother’s day…

 

Happy Mother’s day Mom…

From your ugly looking, least favourite son.

 

The Illusion Of Time & The Certainty Of A Watch

Hey! Nik here! How have you been? I’m about to share with you something that happened 3 years ago on my birthday. To me, birthdays are just like any other day. I can never get my head around the concept of celebrating ’em. I honestly don’t understand what the fuss is all about. Things don’t change in your life because of some magical number on the calendar  or because you grew a year older. You grow through experience & everyday is an experience so in essence anytime you learn something new you ‘grow’. But that’s just me.

And then there’s is my sister who, by her own estimate & understanding, loves me deeply. There was a time i did too but you know things change, memories fade away, you meet new people and then you just stop caring about old things. Yeah, that sounds really awful but again that’s just me. Now my sister is very fond of birthdays, and doesn’t matter what part of the world she is in, she would always come and see me on my b’day.
And lady of interest at the time, was crazy about birthdays too. Almost as if a birthday was her last day on earth and she wanted to make the most of it.
Just like the birthdays, I never understood the concept of time. Time is just a state of mind. And the idea of wearing a watch is so horrible, i would do anything to avoid it. But i somehow developed this fixation on this fossil time piece. It seemed like  a unique piece of jewel and i so wanted to own it. I shared my feelings with her. She thought of it as a hint for a b’day gift. Finally arrives that day and i accompany her to a store to buy this watch.
I try and share my ideology with her regarding time and explain to her how time plays no role in our lives. Its just a notion in our head and in reality this entire universe wouldn’t be able to survive if time was for real. Its just another effective measure of mind control. We can only be free when we stop believing in time. She feigned interest in my monologue on time, nodded her head every now & them, and just asked one question.
“Do you want the watch or not?”

Well, there’s a difference in ‘want’ & ‘need’. If she would have asked if I ‘need’ the watch or not, I would have said a straight out no. But she asked whether I ‘wanted’ it… And we want all sorts of things we don’t really need. So I said yes! Besides, what’s the point of avoiding strapping something around your wrist that helps you perceive something that doesn’t exist?
We stepped into the store. I saw that knowing grin on the face of that conman, the sales guy! My soul was shouting slogans against consumerism and insanity. But nonetheless it was a beautiful watch. I took it. We celebrated my  b’day. And this was the only part where i get to have fun. Pure fun.
But for a very long time i felt uneasy. Whenever my arms moved, i could hear that watch and it started to drive me crazy. I already am quite dysfunctional & out there and if something starts to trigger within me, i just get fucking mad.
After the b’day enthusiast left, i stared at that watch for several minutes. It was in such rush, moving constantly, ticking, running, God knows where? And from what? It just ran and ran and ran in all fucking directions. I just couldn’t take it anymore and i said  ‘stop mother fucker’. Next thing i know, it was lying on the floor, a crack in the screen. I picked it up, it had stopped. And i felt an orgasmic relief.
I still thought it was pretty. It said fossil and looked exactly the same minus all the annoyance.
I was  happy. I called a cab and went to see my sister. I was really keen on meeting her.  It was late. I reached home, she was sitting there, waiting for me. She saw me and said ‘What time is it?’. I looked at my watch and i looked at her. She looked at my watch and she looked at me. She said, ‘Seems like you broke your watch. Don’t worry, lets cut the cake. I would get you a new one tomorrow.”

 

When I’m Gone – The Checklist

Nobody lives forever,

Someday we’re all going to die.

And I want to sign out with a bang,

I don’t want to be that guy.

That guy who has a herd of people,

lined up to pay last respects.

I want to be that guy,

who wakes up mid mourning, to conduct some last minute checks.

Don’t worry, you’ll have a checklist handy,

to ensure that all goes well.

‘Cause if you miss out for some reason,

I shall haunt you from the depths of Hell!

So here’s my final checklist,

before I digress, 

I must confess,

This happens often.

I might be sunshine & sprinkles one moment,

The next it could be my coffin.

First things first, I want a well lit room,

where I lay in my deepest slumber.

For in my heart I’m a sunshine junkie,

’bout that I make no blunder.

My dress should be that of a bride,

’cause in life , I never got to wear one.

I got married twice, but not a single wedding,

so I’ll go fix that crap in heaven.

Next, I want everyone dressed,

in the brightest, most beautiful attire.

I want a live band to play “O Happy Day”

Along a singing choir.

There should be food of the scrumptious kind,

& wine the choicest best.

It would be great if the guest list spells “near & dear’

I don’t care about the rest.

I guess what my heart is trying to say,

is do not mourn my going away…

Bid me farewell on a happy note,

that’s my final wish.

‘Cause all my life I’ve dealt with sullen faces,

my final day, I shouldn’t have to deal with this!

HA HA HA I caught you bad,

don’t worry that last was a joke,

On an honest note I don’t want you sad,

‘Cause when you’re sad, you’re an inconsolable bloke.

And this time I won’t be there to cheer you up,

For I would have breathed my last.

So I hand you this checklist I made,

to spread the happy spell I cast!

Earthly Divinity

Hey reader, good to see you, all geared up with your reading glasses, but i think it’s my moral responsibility to make you aware about the risks of reading this blog.
This is meant for the crazies, so if you are one, please continue but if you think you are a normal person then i just have two words for you and they both involve sex and travel..”FUCK OFF”. Normal is boring dude and it would be lot more healthy for you to quit reading at this moment.
You know, all these years you read ‘Ignorance is bliss’ , but you never actually made sense out of it. Right now, you are in a mental state in which you don’t actually have to think much, you have rules laid out for you, every decision  that you have to make you have a rule book , you could refer to.  But if you continue reading, you would realize how hollow you have been from within and all you have done so far is follow rules which are just projections of a delusional.
And all my crazy friends, who have been able to break the mental barrier and are truly inquisitive , i welcome you all.
It’s a fine morning. I came back to this four walled room, which has been my temporary resident for quite some time. When i was at work, few hours ago, i received a call from my neighbour and she sounded very fucked up. She is going through a bad break-up and was asking for weed, so that she doesn’t have to cry herself to sleep like every other day. Well, i would have loved to help her. We have become really close friends in the past few months. She is a single mother and is dating an ass-hole who doesn’t loves or respects her. She is broken most of the times and seems like am the only support system she has. But the worst part is i didn’t have any extra weed left with me.
I have weed but only limited quantity and all my stoner friends out there , you guys understand how important it is to make sure that you never run out and any which ways her reason for asking was not so justified. The one and only reason i advocate drugs is when you want to expand your mind. If you are a stuck-up and you pray each day, dude get high. If you are going to get married and you are expecting your wife to be a virgin, please get stoned. If you think you are special, it’s high time, please try LSD. But if you are fucked up emotionally, grow a pair of balls. No one likes a crying person. People sympathize with you for few days but in reality no one gives a fuck towards anybody’s else’s misery. You are alone, and the day you realize it, that’s when your life begins.

I went to see her, and listened to her, obviously not everything, She was playing Jim Morrison songs, even if i wanted to listen to her, i couldn’t. All i could focus on was, ‘Break on through the other side’.  But the best part is, her story doesn’t change much ever. So i somehow knew what she was talking about. She talked about her husband and how divorce is taking a toll on her and how this other guy mistreats her always and never respects and loves her. She also told that this jerk doesn’t even say i love you, when they make out. When i asked, why is she still hungover on him, if he doesn’t love her?, well she didn’t have  much to say. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she started crying. Trust me people, there is nothing more painful in life than seeing a woman cry. I tried to console her, but it didn’t help much. So i did what am good at, rolled a joint for her and she smoked it in peace. She was getting late for work, she hugged me and then came the most awesome moment. She freaked out saying that she didn’t get time to worship today and she quickly got on her knees, prayed to multiple gods for at least five minutes and then left for work.
I came to my room and i felt like committing genocide. How could someone be so stupid to worship idols. The one and only reason, the concept of religion was introduced, was to handle primitive brains. There was a time, when civilization was at it’s beginning and human brain was not evolved enough to make decisions. Humans didn’t have enough reasoning to distinguish between right and wrong.  People had basic questions, like why does it rain? Why is a ball of fire in sky and where the fuck does it go at night? There were no medicines, no science. Everyone was either a hunter or a gatherer. It was very difficult to control people whose minds were not developed fully to understand any phenomena. So someone with a superior mind came up with a brilliant idea to introduce religion. The entire concept of religion is based on making people fear. Fear is a great quality, it definitely helps you in taking relevant decisions but you cant be shit scared all the time. Something which was created to stop you from being crazy is now the only reason which is making this world go mad. People kill each other for religion, how stupid can someone be? There are countries which have been destroyed and the only reason is they have different religious beliefs. We need to understand that there are only two things which matter in universe, ART and Science and religion is neither of them. All religions are meant to control you and till the time we don’t free ourselves from the shackles of this evil, we can’t be free. So my friends, visit me next time, once you have disowned GOD cause he doesn’t exist and if you think i’m wrong, i would strongly suggest you, to start smoking up so that your brain realises the truth. Remember, subconscious knows whats true and what isn’t , just wake it up once and you might be able to unplug yourself from THE MATRIX.
For all others ‘If you do good to expect a divine reward then you not only need a psychiatric but also some prescribed drugs’. Get on it..

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