Liquid Eyes

Wonder what would’ve been the fate, if you’re a pizza boy with those Spanish eyes. Five-foot ten with black stringy hair and liquid eyes that turn Medusa to stone. O! The perfect dud—a big time one. My insides melt like the million pieces of heartbreaks. I can see the squid beneath the sexy eyes, the gorgeous cheekbones, and your eyebrows; they arc gently as opposed to jutting inward, and, well, frankly, you blush in the most adorable way.

You remember Mona Lisa. The woman with no eyebrows smiling at million appreciators I’d buy her a veil for she looks like a ‘drag’ to me. I can’t see (it) in her eyes. [One thing you should know, though, when you go to such lengths to make a statement is never contradict that statement before you've made it.] Huh? Ah... Did I exaggerate now? Neva mind, beauty needs an exaggeration and here I stick it.

Cheerful eyes sits on window frame and speak nothin’ (but) a pair of devil’s dogs. One day, I'm gonna make you cry and dip my cookie in your tears. No, uh, are the lenses for sale? Could you rent them a night for I like to cast a spell on you?

Holy Holi

Basanti might have refused to dance for the dogs but we will make her dance for you on "holi ke din" The concept of triumph of good over evil is a much clichéd platitude when you think of Holi। No one would ever forget Amitabh-Rekha's Holi song 'rang barse' dancing under the influence of 'bhang' or the joyous holi song from the movie SHOLAY, wherein Dharmendra sang and danced with the bubbly 'Basanti' Hema Malini singing with full gusto। And, when it comes to celebration of colors, the cities from Northern India with its rustic and spirited joviality surpasses all। This Holi? No beer or friends, no sumptuous lunch or colors, and no noise!

A Favorite Song

आज जाने की ज़िद न करो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो
युंही पहलु में बेठे रहो
यूँही पहलु में बेठे रहो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो

हाय मार जायेंगे
हम तो लुट जायेंगे
ऐसी बातें किया न करो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो

तुम्ही सोचो ज़रा
क्यों न रोकें तुम्हे
जान जाती है जब उठ के जाते हो तुम
जान जाती है जब उठ के जाते हो तुम

तुम को अपनी क़सम जान-ए-जान
बात इतनी मेरी मान लो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो

वक्त की कैद में ज़िंदगी है मगर
वक्त की कैद में ज़िंदगी है मगर
चंद घर्रियान यही हैं जो आजाद हैं
चंद घर्रियान यही हैं जो आजाद हैं
इनको खो करर कहीं जान-ए-जान
उम्र भर न तरसते रहो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो

कितना मासूम और रंगीन है यह समां
हुस्न और इश्क की आज मेराज़ है
हुस्न और इश्क की आज मेराज़ है
कल की किस को खबर जान-ए-जान
रोक लो आज की रात को
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो

यूँही पहलु में बेठे रहो
यूँही पहलु में बेठे रहो
आज जाने की ज़िद न करो

Choti Si Ek Baat

मकई का दाना, लुक छुप जाना
राजे का बेटा आया
करना पड़ेगा, चोर को वोही
राजा ने फरमाया

Starving Tuesday

No, I got no problem with Tuesday. It's every other day of the week that's giving me trouble! If Monday night was fillet mignon, Tuesday night was "What else is in the fridge?" And now, I am hungry there’s nothing to cook. I am starving. Hey, I spent years in a cave starving. What's their excuse? Aren't you going to buy me dinner first? Nah, cause I ain't got any damn money (err) energy.

Stinking, Sinking...

Ninety-eight percent of human composition is made of water. If you don’t stir them up once a while, it stagnates. You don’t believe… (huh!) Look at yourself, eating your sandwich like a piglet while I talk. Strangely comforting and stinking stagnated.

My mind now rebels at stagnation. Creativity has gone out of the box and I hold an empty casket. Ugh! Life sucks. The world would be a happier place if everybody would remember two little words: projects sucks. Have you ever seen a Chaos Demon? They're all slime and antlers; they're disgusting. I’m too full of them. It's like a zoo in here. It's SO tacky. I am-I'm going to get out of here...puhhhhleeeeez!

There’s a world out there who thinks I’m intelligent, creative, working, and talented. For heaven’s sake, I don’t anything similar. Eight years down the trash, I went to become a beautician but got a job as shampoo boy in e-learning industry. I dye, trim, and give a cut ‘unnecessarily’ for tips are great. Great job, huh! I'm surrounded by 'funny guys,' but the tips are great. To be honest, I do nothing, except of sit, yawn, suck, hump(ed), listen, meeting, revise, design (if it could be a design), write, eat, and sometime shop. I do nothing. Smart Ass!

I know, that is... awfully - unfair. But, hey! You know life sucks and then you die like a rotten meat, stinks. It still sucks. As a ritual of growing, I smile because I have to (ooh, my jaws now aches).

My mind rebels now at stagnation. Give me problems; give me work that kick the butts of my wit case. Give me the most obscure cryptogram, the most intricate analysis, and I'm in my proper atmosphere. Then, I can dispense with artificial stimulants. I abhor the dull routine of regular existence. I crave mental exultation. That’s why look for new professions for I am the only one in the world.

But d’ya know, no matter where you are, don't be fooled by location changes. Life sucks every where, its same every place.

The First of Feminism

On eve of International Women’s Day, as I was in my argumentative best on feminism, the story of Draupadi, one of the prime heroes from the epic saga of Mahabharata undoubtedly taken to centrifugal part of our discussion yet hard to deny.

The daughter of Dhrupad married to five Pandavas gain prominence among critics, audiences, and modern liberators (to be politically correct) precisely for two reasons. First, she was the first of the heroine who practice fraternal polyandry unlike any of her Greek or Roman counterparts and secondly, for having publicly outraged in the courtroom of Kauravas.

Unlike the popular belief, she was not the only heroine who was openly disrobed in an assembly before the elder statesmen. But Hellenic history records that Phryne, a famous hetaera (courtesan) of Ancient Greece (4th century BC) accused of profanity and was also publicly outraged by one of her lovers, Hypereides who while defending her in a trial tore open the robe and display her breasts that moved the judges to change their decision and acquit. (This reminds me of Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction).

The comparison between Draupadi and Phryne is though not parallel but nullifies her (Draupadi) being the sole character who faces outrage and qualify to feminism. In addition, Phyrne was a prostitute while Draupadi was always referred as ‘queen to Pandavas’ (although, Karna the foster child to Kunti called her a ‘whore’ during the game of dice), belonging to royal lineage thus not equating to Phryne. Well, time to think upon the event once more before I confirm.

Interestingly, the question is yet to answer on does Draupadi truly qualifies to be a feminist. Having said that, my so-called repute as ‘a feminist with phalluses’ is now debatable so, rationalizing my thoughts on the foray of scriptural text is to self defense before, you take to brickbats.

One prevalent forms of Vedic race, popularly known as, Mon-Khmer origin of Shaktism follow matriarchal practices or matrilineal succession that indicates dominance of women in the society. I believe this belief is the source to the popular Hindu belief wherein ‘the daughter-in-law is much respected since she’s the carrier of Holy Grail’. Prevalence of polyandry amongst Vedic Aryans is one of the accepted forms, if the ‘man of the house’ is medicinally ‘loss of serum’. Thus, opting to polyandry alliance doesn’t distinctively qualifies Draupadi to be a feminist vis-à-vis other heroines based on the above argument.

Except Bhisma (the only true blood), other generations from the epic drama is born out of legal wedlock either by force or choose to be impregnated by others (e.g. demigods or saint) and not to the direct lineage of Hastinapur. In fact, the first three Pandavas fathered by demigods (e.g. Sun, Vayu, and Indra) to Kunti with consent to her husband. The second wife of Pandu also followed Kunti and mothered to two sons. Thus, all five Pandavas are not directly born to the king but others.

Vedic rule solemnizes that a wife is allowed to ‘have it’ with consent to the husband to other three men (either Brahman or god or belong to the bloodline) to borne son. This customary practice is not only evident in case of Kunti and Madri but also applied to other queens of ‘Hastinapur’. Both the brothers – Dhritarashtra ad Pandu are not the direct lineage to the father but fathered by Vyasa (foster child of Satyavati). In purview to the above case-in-question, if Draupadi qualifies to be a feminist for practicing polyandry she’s not an exception. What makes her distinct however, she chooses to live with five men and not three (defying the Vedic rules of ‘wifehood’) by choice, thus drawn closer to Phryne—the Hellenic courtesan.

This analysis is crucial primarily to find an answer whether Yudhisthira—the eldest of Pandavas have right to lose Draupadi in game of dice and whether the Kauravas were justified in their act at the courtroom game. To be honest, dissemination of events in court room will earn more brownie points to Kauravas than the Pandavas or Draupadi herself. Since, Draupadi does not qualify for ‘wise-sanctioned limit’ under the Vedic rule, the wise king and son of Dhamma does lose his right of ownership. According to Vedic belief, a wife is the possession to her man so Yudhisthira having pawned his wife is righteous for having put Draupadi on sale to the game of dice. But, critics having questioned the act finally opened the Pandora box to the inevitable question of ‘whether Draupadi qualifies to merit of being a wife’ to Pandavas. If not, then Kauravas were not wrong in having stripped a courtesan.

Interestingly, despite modern liberators argue and defend Draupadi as one of the early and true feminist from India she never really becomes a role model like Sita. Draupadi is closer to the times of today and to Phryne. She deserves the attention of the modern women largely because she revolted against all oddities and survives. The transformation does truly bring back to the foray among the leading feminists of all time irrespective of her role and the interpretation under Mahabharata.

The Odd Man Out

Recognition came after month-long toil but I don’t felt being a member to the group of cheerleaders. For those who didn’t understand what I’m writing or indicating — needn’t have to wrack the last slice of the scalp. I’m not going to reveal.

This is too personal but finally, paid off.