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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)

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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.


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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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We would return soon after a short commercial break. Don’t go anywhere. Stay tuned in and subscribe to our blog, so that you do not miss such epic love stories.

Here’s what’s coming after break :

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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:

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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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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.

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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.

 

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.

Stop Pretending : Admit That You’re Goat-Boy

I am extremely fond of Goat-boy. Goat-boy is a dear friend of mine. I like his honest and simple approach towards life. I know and totally agree that his name sounds peculiar and funny. Names are one of the first pieces of information we come across when we encounter someone new and at the same time, the most deceptive and often times misleading. I mean, what would they have named you if they knew you before they named you? But that’s not the case with Goat-Boy. He is named thoughtfully. He is a basic person. He wears no mask. He is poor, hungry, sex deprived and abnormal. Goat-boy is not ‘normal’ like you.
Currently I am in the mountains with no cellular or internet reception. Please don’t feel sorry for me that I cannot access porn. The reason I mentioned this is if I had access to internet, I sure would like to Google normal. Whatever it says add not to it and what is in front of you quietly sums up Goat-boy. You are normal. You wake up. Most of you pray. You use that anti aging, whitening, deep cleaning face wash you bought after seeing repeated video commercials insinuating that it’s easier to get laid if the said product is used.
You also use moisturizers, foot lotion, deodorants, extremely pricey clothes and other   products advertised by popular culture, each insinuating you may get sex easier. Goat-boy is the exact opposite of this. He doesn’t use any of these. He’s poor. He wants to get filthy rich. He’s hungry. He wants to eat till he chokes. He never got laid. He wishes to f*** someone till they pass out.
Then your whole day, you slave yourself in the name of a job which you hate dearly. The reason you do so is in order to own currency bills so that you can buy the said advertised products, which trust me, ideally, you have no use of. Goat-boy is jobless. Unless you count travelling. He doesn’t slave himself. He spends his entire day and night looking for gold, food and pussy, not necessarily in the same order.
But now I’m a bit confused. You also want the same things that Goat-boy does. I do not even need to prove I’m right. Deep down , you all know. Behind your normal masks, you all are the same filthy animals,
Craving for basic primal desires, Goat-boy is no different. It’s just that he wears no mask. Goat-boy is honest. Honesty isn’t such a good policy after all. What say?

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.

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! 😊

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