Dark Times

Dark ages wasn’t so bad after all

They used to hunt beautiful witches

Brave men were crucified

Kids were burnt alive

Pagans killed the one who believed

Vikings were made to praise Christ

Women were whored against their will

Elders were beaten, Poor were frowned

They all had a void inside

They fought brutally before their kings died

No amount of women

No weight of gold

Ever quenched a barren soul

Those unknown to own truth

Jostle around with nothing to find 

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Now they have government, television, religion

Military, police, a society with class division

Robbery, rape, infanticide, murder, terrorism

Assailants, gurus, a society with lame vision

Dark ages wasn’t so bad after all

Times were changing

Now nothing is static

Everything is falling apart

It’s appalling

 

Insomnia

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And her thought striked

Once again, last midnight

She leaves me be

When I think of dying

The moment my heart pumps blood

My socket of eyeballs starts crying

Lost in oblivion

She never nears

The moment I smile

She never bears

All the directions

Nine fathoms Deep

I got no dope

How the fuck do I sleep!

Closed eyes see her face

Open eyes menace

Go away go away

Lover, I got nothing to say

Go away, with your false bundle of joy

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Nothing is Static

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

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

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

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


Pics credit: Felisha

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Absence makes the heart grow Fonder

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Yesterday night, the moon and the stars shone bright

The galaxy was alive, while I held you tight

And you slipped, like sand through my fingers

The clocks on the walls became motionless

While I secretly stole, few stars from your hair, tucked behind your right ear

I know someone else owns them, but ain’t finders, keepers

You belong to someone else but I never wanted to keep things

For myself!

I do want you to dance with me

But you prefer dying alone

I wish I could leave you be

But every morning, you & me

Need to travel to save those dying stars

You might but I can’t do it alone

Whoever you choose to spin with, on the dance floor

Whoever you wrap your arms around

The song would always be made of my broken words

The music would always be mine

The less you see of me

The more you would miss me, staring at you

With blank, silent eyes, laden with unsaid speech

I wanted to lie next to you

But haunting you in your dreams, works just fine

What the world fails to understand

Is, whoever you choose to dance with

Lover, you belong to me, You are mine

You would always be mine

I certainly miss the kiss, which I could not dare to steal

But then again, there’s always tomorrow, there’s always a fucking tomorrow!

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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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Textbook Justice: Dil Dil Pakistan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Opponents of Sharif celebrated the decision.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With reporting by Reuters and AP

Plastic Jesus

Good evening, dear Friend!

Today is the luckiest day of your lifetime…Today you would receive a gift, greater than mankind…This gift would change the way you see yourself…You would no longer feel any pain, any suffering…The gift would set you free…You would be able to buy goods, eg: cars, clothes, houses, boats; speedy one and the one which floats, motorbikes, super kites, sleepless nights, once again, you would feel sane and young ..You no longer would have grey hair,  you can visit expensive salons and get essential beauty treatments… Everyone in the dazzling malls would like your shine and you would come home and fuck your wife, while she finishes her wine.. the same wine which you would get because of the gift,

you are about to receive!

These are the little things, let me skip to the most appealing part…In times of dire stress, we cover your front and back, we would also make this gift earn you some reward points, which then combined by many other reward points, which you would earn after spending thousands of dollars, would then add up to $1 that would be donated to help the starving and the poor…..That gift my friend is here…

Open the box…It’s a gift from your trusted, friendly, banker….

Yikes, It’s fucking credit card…..Shit!

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This looks ugly!

This looks ugly!

Childhood is a curious stage of our lives. We encounter with and learn to deal; an entirely, never felt before, fresh set of feelings. Feelings unknown to self! Feelings which our enslaved consciousness is conditioned to consider, prohibited!

Each incident, we experience in our lives, both small and huge, is always unique, in it’s own flimsy way.  Each experience adds knowledge to our vast data base. Though our minds have been tamed by targeted, suppressive, behaviour training, by widely regarded institutions, we still have a crude, primal being, inside, wriggling in pain, searching for truth. The truth of our existence, which is hidden, behind all those, numerous, false stories, we tell us and the world, each morning and every night.

Growing up was fun. The solo objective of Nik’s days were not to get caught. You need to tread carefully, if you want to experience fun, for longer periods. Getting caught can change the equation and dampen your free spirits. Hence, Follow the rules and break them, when no one’s watching! That was his motto of life during those days.

Are you crazy? You want us to skip college, in order to, watch some movie, you find fascinating! Do you want to get us expelled?‘ shouted Max, as loud as his lungs allowed. He made sure, he displayed emotions of anger, using his facial expressions. Conversations, both friendly and unfriendly, are more impactful when proper display of emotions is added.

‘Not some movie, that is where, you are entirely wrong. The movie is named – Fight Club, based on the novel by the same name. This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. ‘Your’ being the highlight of the moment. It’s your life, your time, your mistakes, your decisions, your contemplation, again, your mistakes and your failures. So you can decide whether you would like to use your time in order to understand something, larger than your petty life or you choose to follow, mundane, set guidelines of your so-called educational institution.’

And Nik continued preaching his philosophy –

“The essence of our educational system is to help us learn the art of making money. This in itself is a flawed concept, as money is a reward for success. Instead of learning, the art of making money, we should be learning how to identify and nurture our passions. Passion fuels our success, which in turn, generates, money, as a bi-product……You are advised to borrow money from financial institutions to achieve your temporary goals which are determined, not by you but by different, failed institutions of society, eg: Family, Schools, Colleges, Government, Corporations, Temples, Mosques and churches…

You need stuff! A big fucking television, an Iphone, a luxury car, a DSLR, social networking presence, celebrations in bars, branded clothing, matching footwear, planned vacations, tax benefits and a place to call home. Now, the world knows, you cannot buy any of these, without being successful. Even if your parents hand it to you, you would not be able to enjoy, the fruits of nothingness. Hence we got banks! They are such nice institutions that they offer you assistance, to buy your dreams, on easy installments. Welcome to the corporate endorsed world where happiness sells on billboards and if you find happiness expensive, your friendly banker would loan you money, which then you can pay back, till you die, of course, using an easy, payback, monthly, installment plan, which you are free to choose from many plans.

Sip a coffee, Drink a cola, You just sold yourself!


This excerpt is from Nishant’s – Broken Radio – Novel. This book is not for those who believe in happily ever after tales. It’s brilliantly creepy, violent and extremely offensive in nature. It preaches a cult philosophy against an emasculating consumerist culture.

The story is a brilliant mix of transgressed elements held together by dirty realism. It focuses on characters who feel confined by the norms and expectations of society and who break free of those confines in unusual or illicit ways. Because they are rebelling against the basic norms of society, protagonists may seem mentally ill, anti-social, or nihilistic. The book deals extensively with taboo subject matters such as drugs, sexual activity, violence, pedophilia and crime.

Read – Broken Radio (Novel)

Waterfalls – Revisiting The 90’s

“Waterfalls” , the hit 1994 Grammy nominated single was TLC’s hard hitting portrayal of how people chase intangible dreams without sparing a thought to the consequences of their actions. The words remain true even today.

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A lonely mother gazing out of the window
Staring at her son that she just can’t touch
If at any time he’s in a jam, she’ll be by his side
But he doesn’t realize he hurts her so much
But all the praying just ain’t helping at all
Cause he can’t seem to keep his self out of trouble
So he goes out and he makes his money the best way he knows how
Another body laying cold in the gutter
Listen to me

The first verse of the song describes an inner city mother & son relationship. The mother knows he is chasing “waterfalls” (money and respect by dealing drugs), but worries for him because she is all too aware that the actions of his son cannot end well. She tries praying it all away but to no avail and so the helpless mother is in a painful place.

Don’t go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to
I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothing at all
But I think you’re moving too fast

Little precious has a natural obsession for temptation
But he just can’t see
She gives him loving that his body can’t handle
But all he can say is, “Baby it’s good to me”
One day he goes and take a glimpse in the mirror
But he doesn’t recognize his own face
His health is fading and he doesn’t know why
Three letters took him to his final resting place
Y’all, don’t hear me

The second verse depicts a man’s relationship with a woman. His “waterfall” is casual sex – he has a “natural obsession for temptation.” This could mean he is cheating on someone or the woman he is seeing is cheating on someone. Either way, he contracts HIV and dies (“three letters took him to his final resting place”). As a matter of fact, TLC were big on AIDS awareness – Left Eye would often wear condoms attached to her clothes and in her glasses to promote safe sex.

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What we talk, when we talk, about, Love! – Act II

Good Morning Planet

It’s a bright, sunny morning, here in the BrokenRadio Studios, and we bring you ACT II of

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

Act I – What we talk, when we talk, about, Love!


BrokenRadio Theaters present, to you, a play written by Khadija (You think You know) & Nishant (Broken Radio).

Act II – Begins,

( The stage is brightly lit with various performers dancing in the background. Nik is standing on the stage with few pages in his hand. He has, his reading glasses, on. The music fades away..performers continue dancing. Nik addresses the audience)

Curtains Rise!

(Crowd cheers. Loud Applause)

Understanding The Rise in Skies & the Fall on Earth

Nik : The title in itself, is enigmatic. The poetess is comparing two cosmic events. One being Eid and other falling in Love. The poetess talks about a confused and unsure kind of love, that is really rare and yet the most captivating. (He comes forward on the stage)  The protagonist to whom the poetess address as the ‘Dark Prince‘… is a great admirer of her and is madly in love with her. As much, as the poetess tries not to develop similar feelings, she does get smitten, eventually. Mostly, the poem talks about their secret encounters and exchange of words.. What poetess envies the most is when she experiences cosmic love, the Dark Prince is not their celebrating the rise in the sky; Eid.. As much as the poetess hates it, she’s willing to give him another chance as she too is hopelessly in love. (Nik throws the pages in air)
 But then again, who knows poetry.. It’s always, what’s not said, never, what is.

(Lights fade out. The background changes itself back to the Act I setting. Nik removes his reading glasses. Kate walks in)

Kate: Brilliant job. You scored an A. Although, it isn’t the true derivation entirely.

(Moves forward on the stage and addresses the audience)

Well, the rise in the sky and fall on the earth shows, how you take me high in the skies and then throw me down on the ground. I experience a bliss in a moment and in the next, you abandon me mercilessly. When the world spoke about us, You said; my destiny walked into my door. My pride and your ego clashed and doomed were we. Then one night we met again after your endless efforts of getting me back. And we celebrated the festival like it was the last Eid on earth. You said – it’s us against the world, give me time, cope with me.

(The stage fills itself with mystic silence. We could hear loud breathing.)

Nik: (murmurs slowly to himself) There was silence in the air. All three of us were breathing heavily. Me, her and Johnnie Walker. (Nik walks away from Kate and continues murmuring)  I am jealous of this Dark Prince, Kate dedicated a poem for him! (Looks at a picture of another women) The only lines she ever dedicated to me was – “I am nobody’s fool” and it took me weeks to understand, what it really meant.

Kate: Life was perfect!

Nik: (walks near Kate) Well, let me dedicate my prayers for your eternal, blissful, family stamped, first love. If this doesn’t see a happy ending, then love should, atleast, not be in dictionary and books should paint it black, with dark ink.

Kate: That’s so accurately put. This is not love, though! (pauses for a moment, looks lost in memories) I don’t know, what love is.. 

Nik: What is it, then? I have no clue, what love is! Truly, Sincerely, Please tell me.

(The performers swarm the stage and start dancing rigorously, there is no music, playing, in the background)

Kate: It’s hard to express. Maybe 10000 pages or maybe less! Why are you, so intent to know the definition of love?

Nik: I need to write about love and I have not, ever, experienced it. Hence the curiousity. I want to know, what love is!

Kate: (looks at him for a moment, lovingly, addresses the audience) Love is divine, it makes you experience the most extreme emotions that you were oblivious of. But it’s got one and only one rule; You have to forget self love and even if you can’t, have, your love, for yourself, forever, smile and be grateful for the memories and experiences. Love does not mean achieving. Love needs no labels, no possessions, no ownership. You welcome it’s arrival, with a smile, and then you let it go, with a smile. (looks at Nik and continues) So, If your fav doll is lost, don’t cry, rather cherish the moment you had with it and live life.

Nik: That does make a lot of sense, Miss. But, I need a clarification. I guess, in our lifetime, we experience love more than once. So is their something also called – True Love? Or it’s the same every time!

Kate: (addresses the audience) I don’t know, that’s an interesting question. According to me, love is just once, But that does not mean it seals your fate. You carry on and live life, settle for someone really charming, who makes you happy.

Nik: (looks at Kate) Would you care to know my thoughts? (Doesn’t wait for her response and continues, addresses the audience) To understand love, we need to understand time. (dancers in the background are not at all performing in sync, each artist seems to be following their own steps, the stage suddenly gets chaotic, lights flicker) 

There is past, present and future. Past is all memories and Future is entirely imagination. So, what matters is now! Present matters. Not what happened a moment ago, not what might happen next, No fear, no assumption, Just now – living in the moment. (Goes near Kate) What are you doing now? (she thinks, he doesn’t wait for her response and continues speaking to the audience) Right now…right fucking now…She is experiencing release of adrenaline and dopamine, look at her, how happy she seems (there is a sadness on Kate’s face) We are experiencing effects of tiny pills laced with love. (Nik comes to the edge of the stage and yells)

There is no absolute love. That is a cosmic event.. Barely happens.. I am trying to recreate, but still it takes ages.. This is day to day love.. What people call love, when they talk about love. What humanity needs to experience, is, Cosmic love. Feeling of being around even during absences.. Dreams.. Mutual dreams.. You communicate without words. You close your eyes and your partner feels you missing them…
Love is not necessarily both sided.. Moon and the sea try and hug each other, failing, every full moon night..When the moon is completely naked.. That’s the love I talk about. That’s the love I want to experience. I want to know what love is!

Kate: (holds his hand) Look at us, making a failed attempt at defining love..

(They both stare into each other eyes. Curtains Fall, Crowd goes crazy, Crowd whistles among the loud thud)

Play Ends.


Whoa! That was something. Huh? Let me make breakfast, she would be awake soon. You enjoy your friendly Tupperware! Have a nice day.

Junko Furuta

“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.” 
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

What’s the worst nightmare you’ve experienced in your lifetime?

Nothing can prepare you for the violence, torture, humiliation and gross maltreatment meted out to Junko Furuta at the tender age of just 17 years. The events that lead up to her death are so profoundly shocking that they can have but one of two instant reactions from someone, either utter disbelief or mind numbing shock. Her incessant torture and sexual abuse, that lasted 41 days was carried out by 4 teenaged boys, all under 17 years old themselves,  points to a disturbing reality,  that it doesn’t take a hardened criminal to subject another human being to cruelty, it just takes a criminal bent of mind. The violent streak in a person is not something that escalates from the first crime onward, it is rather a chance for him or her to act out on the need for carrying out violence that roots itself in their subconscious from what does seem to be a reasonably long time.

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The atrocities inflicted upon Furuta seem to be from a script of a horror movie. Her ordeal began on the first day of her kidnapping, to last upto 44 days during which, she was subjected to all kinds of abuse imaginable. As per their own confession, the boys took turns raping her repeatedly for a total of over 400 times, fed her cockroaches & forced to drink her own urine. She was forced to masturbate, was burnt with cigarettes repeatedly, and was violated with foreign objects introduced in her vagina and anus.

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Since she had gone missing suddenly, there was a clear danger of her parents getting worried and reporting the matter to the police, which could lead to a manhunt. To eliminate the possibility, the boys made her call her parents and tell them that she had she had left home and had gone away, but was with her friends and was safe.

The motive or reason behind the crime remains unclear.

On December 1, 1988, cruelty went several notches up, and Junko was severely beaten up a number of times. She was hung from the ceiling and was used as a punch bag. Her nose was filled by her own blood to the extent that she could only breathe through her mouth. When she was brought down from the ceiling, dumbbells were dropped on her stomach. The damage done to her internal organs was considerable, which is why she could not hold water inside despite being thirsty. When she asked for water and was given some to drink, she vomited it out almost as soon as she drunk it.

She also made an attempt to escape, but was caught and was punished by being burnt with cigarette butts. Inflammable liquid was poured on her arms and legs and she was set on fire for having tried to run away. Not just that; a bottle was also inserted up her anus causing injury.

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Ten days later, on December 10, 1988, when she could not walk properly due to severe burns on the legs, she was beaten up by bamboo sticks. According to some unconfirmed reports, fireworks were inserted in her anus and were lit. She was beaten up by golf clubs and her hands were smashed by weights used for exercising and her nails were cracked to inflict pain.

Ten days later, the boys poured hot wax on her face and her eyelids burnt by cigarette lighter, and she was not only stabbed with sewing needles in the chest region, but her left nipple was also clipped with a plier and destroyed. Due to the insertion of objects in her vagina, she bled heavily, and was unable to urinate properly. The injuries to her private parts were so severe that it took over half an hour to crawl downstairs to use the lavatory to urinate. Her eardrums were also severely damaged though there is not much clarity about the real cause of the damage.

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On the 40th day of her captivity, Junk virtually begged her abductors to kill her and end her unbearable suffering. But that was not to happen for another couple of days.

On January 4, 1989, the boys got furious over something and wanted to take it out on Furuta. They started hitting Furuta’s mutilated body with an iron barbell, and kept on until she started bleeding from her mouth. They also subjected her face and eyes to the flame of a candle. Thereafter, highly inflammable lighter fluid was poured on her arms and legs and she was set on fire alive. The fire was put out soon, but not soon enough to prevent injury; only soon enough to prevent immediate death.

Junko Furuta did not carry on any longer and died a couple of hours later the same day after suffering the unbearable agony for 41 days, which was further scaled up to the extreme in the final few hours of her life. Junko Furuta’s death was among the most painful individual deaths caused by human beings in the history of mankind.

On January 5, 1989, the boys filled a 55-gallon drum with concrete, dumped the dead girl’s body in the setting concrete. The drum was then cast away somewhere on the reclaimed land in Koto, Tokyo.

The boys were arrested, prosecuted and sentenced, but since they were juveniles at the time of committing the crime, the jail terms were lighter. They were sentenced to imprisonment ranging between four to seven years.

“Don’t you feel shame? I thought scum like you could at least feel shame” 
― Kohta Hirano

Women Need More!

​#womenneedmore
The dumbest trending hashtag on the internet yet!
And it’s come into existence because of an advertising campaign coming from the house of Bianco Footwear and it’s premise is,

Equal pay is not enough,women need more!

First of all, unequal pay or the pay gap is an over used , beaten to death feminist talking  point which is not taken seriously by anyone because every economist in the world rejects the conclusions of studies that are conducted around this , simply because it has been concluded via research that  women make different choices than men when it comes to work life balance, deal with it.

Also, those that say there arnt enough women CEOs must acknowledge the fact that there arnt many women sewage cleaners and sanitation workers either…but i guess feminists want equality in all the glamorous, fun stuff.

And lastly, this ridiculous, feminist propaganda video suggests that it’s more expensive just being a woman so women deserve more pay than men! Imagine the outrage if this was a campaign for men!
Even so, this is twisted beyond words.

First of all, it is a CHOICE to wear expensive underwear, you can’t afford it? Don’t! There’s cheaper garments available too you know, that for your pocket, your employer is under no obligation to support your lifestyle choices!

And if you desperately want an expensive thong, how about you work overtime and EARN it ????


Stop begging for more lest people stop taking women seriously. 


Feeble Men – Brave Women

Feeble Men – Brave Women

 

Good Morning Planet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here’s what happens –

(Waiter approaches Hussain)

Waiter: May I get the order?

(Hussain directs the waiter towards Hamsa.)

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

Waiter: Thanks ma’am.

(Waiter looks at the spineless guy.)

What would you like to order sir?

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

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

The waiter walks away.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Moscow is silent.

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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. “

 

Why I’m In Love With ‘Baahubali’

Yes. I’m in love with ‘Baahubali’. Both the movie & the character.

In fact all the characters in the movie. And I’m not the only heart the ‘Baahubali’ franchise has won. The world seems to have been swept away in this wave of free flowing love for the movie. To say that it’s a blockbuster is an understatement. Never in the history of our nation has a movie rocked the box office & wrecked it this BAD.

More than a 1000 crores and counting BAD.

 

But what’s the reason behind this phenomenal success saga? Is it the strong, well sketched characters? Is it the special effects? The fact that the actors have , perhaps, given the best performances of their lives so far or maybe that they ever will? Is it the beautiful, powerful soundtrack that compliments the essence of the film? Or is it all of the above? It’s all this and more. The movie does haverepeat value’ something that old movies had and cinema, today, lacks.

The problem with movies today is that they are closer to life

rather than larger than life.

Cinema worked the way it did and gained popularity because it was larger than life.

The grandeur, the deep characters, the morality, the good overcomes evil narrative, the loaded dialogues and the beautiful, meaningful melodies attracted people to the movie halls. Things were portrayed artistically, tastefully and differently, from real life.

Who wants to spend approximately Rs 1500 (the approximate cost of taking a family of four to the movies sans the expenses of purchasing eatables in the multiplex) for something mundane, very life like, routine? Who wants to hear a character similar to the college student next door, swearing away to glory, that too at a price!

It was called the ‘Silver Screen’ for a reason!

Film makers have forgotten the art of story telling. In fact, most movies they churn out lack stories and a powerful plot. This is exactly why movie makers must resort to heavy publicity, woo a more global audience, sell movie rights and keep a frantic check on music downloads to recover the cost of the budget itself.

This is not to say that the occasional movie doesn’t do well. But most of them are average performers and a large number are flops. And that’s because deep down, we look for idols in our favorite movie stars. We want to see them live the life of our fatntasies on screen. When ‘Devsena’ picks up her sword and cuts the finger off a molester, I feel empowered. All I get to do in real life is maybe slap my molester, how awesome is it that she gets to maim him!

 

I will never fight a battle against evil, how gratifying is it, to watch ‘Baahubali’ do just that and with such power and authority, not to mention skill!

‘Baahubali’ stands for all that we miss in our cinema and what we aspire to be deep within. Strong portrayal of characters, memorable, striking dialogues, stellar performances, breathtaking cinematography, beautiful music, costumes, grand sets, etc. A visual delight and a message that tells you if you’re good, you shall succeed in the end. It appeals to the inner moral compass each of us posses.

 

Let’s hope movie makers realize from the success of this epic saga, that titillation is a tactic that will not work for long. What will woo the audience is a little respect for their sensibilities , better stories and memorable, moral characters that are extraordinary.

 

Coming Of Age : South India, You Got This!

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Yes. I am going to talk about something we generally don’t talk about. About half of humanity bears with a monthly visitor, fondly called by many names across the globe. Aunt Flo, ‘those days’ ‘that time’, ‘chums’ but nobody wants to say the word. Menstruation. Period. I can feel you cringe right now. But it’s okay. Ignorance does that to people. It goes on to make a normal bodily function a taboo subject. In fact, it would be safe to say, that most things ‘female’ are inherently regarded taboo. Like breastfeeding. People want you to breastfeed your child all the time. They are great advocates of it. But they won’t support you if you wish to feed your child it’s most natural form of lunch in public! Even if you’re covered. A sight of cleavage is more acceptable than a mother feeding her child. That’s how detached from nature we’ve become. All because we associate it all with SEX. But that’s silly because breastfeeding & menstruation have nothing to do with sex. But that’s another topic, another day, another blog. Promise!

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For now, let’s stick with periods. Oh! Stop cringing. I know a lost cause when I see one & I am too realistic to think that there would come a day, when people would be comfortable with menstruation. For that you have to be in sync with nature & comfortable in your own skin. I honestly don’t believe I shall live to see the day, when a female employee feels comfortable approaching her male boss & telling him she needs to skip work because her period cramps are killing her. It’s going to remain the veiled ‘headache’, or ‘family emergency’ or  ‘girly problem’ at the most. I do not demand that we shouldn’t have to carry a pack of sanitary napkins in a black plastic from the chemist. I think a man would hide his pack of condoms too. But I do feel, that women should, at least, be comfortable sharing their discomfort with people they interact with on a daily basis. At least co-workers, family members, friends. I am not extending that to strangers at all because as a rule, we don’t talk about anything personal with strangers do we?

But while we continue to debate this, there is a culture, within India, that doesn’t debate menstruation. It celebrates it.

You read that right. I always felt South Indians are way cooler than Northies in many ways. (I am a North Indian, so back off & don’t even start with the political correctness.)

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Yeah! They celebrate the coming of age of their girls. In fact, it’s a grand celebration in some cases, in others a private affair, but not a taboo, to say the very least. The entire ritual may take more than a fortnight. It starts with the first ever period the girl has. A ritual bath is prepared for her , followed by a period of isolation, during which she is given nutritious meals to nourish her body. This is believed to strengthen her body for future pregnancies too. Once the isolation period is over, there is a religious ceremony that takes place, wherein a priest blesses the girl & the family prays to the Gods. What ensues is a celebration in which family & friends are invited & the girl is gifted her very first Silk Saree & is adorned like a bride & showered with gifts!

When I had my first period, I was 13 years old, scared & locked inside a bathroom, ashamed to step out, fearing judgement & almost a tad bit guilty. My worst fear was facing my ‘girl’ friends the next day at school who I knew out of experience of watching other girls go through the ‘ordeal’ , would ridicule me & say ridiculous things like “Be careful now”! What the hell? As if the only thing standing between me & promiscuity (yeah! at 13) was my period! And this when my mother had already had a rather awkward conversation with me touching the subject only slightly because I wasn’t ‘there yet’. For most girls, not there yet means , haven’t had a period yet! Yes! We shall talk about it once you start bleeding. No need to prepare you before hand for something that’s eventually going to happen. NO MATTER WHAT!

And now that I compare my experience of a first menstrual cycle, with that of my South Indian counter parts, I end up asking myself “Why did we end up with the short end of the stick?”

I mean think about it. When I got my first period, I got people worried! When my south Indian friend did, she got people buying her gifts! Well, I have said it once I will say it again, South India, you are way cooler than us North Indians. You got this!

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