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People [which not necessarily men] shower me with compliment for having wittiful remarks, and writing them naively by nicely. Here's one of the extract[s] from one of the recent chit-a-chit and interestingly, I'm mesmerized of the fact...how truely people judged me.

31. May. 2009 - 18:18
Hi
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:20
Hi
May. 2009 - 18:22
I think we have spoken b4 on phone, m I right.
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:23
Forgotten...lost my memory, few days back. Can you help me to recall?
31. May. 2009 - 18:26
I'm Faraz, work with Infosys...any bells ringing?
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:28
Well, you never called me after talking to me over the phone, once upon a night. Did I recall you correctly?
31. May. 2009 - 18:40
Yes! That sure is me! I lost Ur number since I nvr saved it, n then...cudnt find u here too.
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:44
I am sooooooooooooooo nondescript that finally, I'm written off...and no mobile book could do the honor of storing my name for some lame reason. So, let's learn from our actions...what's not done should never be. Hence, let's NOT UNDONE things now.
31. May. 2009 - 18:47
Lol...this is what I was in need of...a sudden but wondrous jumbo of words! Love u for that! ;)
Rahul 31. May. 2009 - 18:50
I'm man with abundance of word and hence, keep dropping it here and there...Few people think its precious while other finds it hilarious. The rest of the crowd call me lunatic. I love the third one coz' they know me the best.

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GenNext Election

Let’s make some interesting chaos. As India votes for 2009, electioneering has stooped to a record low and I’m enjoying the brickbats. (Monologue: Do Indian people care?) Much of the political rallies and stage shows end with ‘blue-collar netas’ winning charge sheets and pay the bail. Interesting…!

And, yea! The inflammatory speech (the new thingee); which lacks inflammation and garner to media hype. Let’s look at this way, “I’m a born to a Hindu mother and sold my heart (or my ass!) to a Muslim man. I carry both the chromosomes and willingly converted.”

Mr. Gandhi, I’ve an advice for you. The game plan is perfect but its’ not what a GenNext expects today. Agree, the impetuous, misguided boy is growing up fast. (Monologue: Do India care anyway?)

Ehsas!

यह मेरे कानो में तुने क्या कह दिया

संवर गयी ज़िन्दगी मेरी

पहले भी कहा था, किसीने कभी

वोह प्यार नही, तू गैर नही

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इस रात से कह दो, थम जाए आज

की अभी मैं यार के बाँहों में सोया हूँ

कल फिर होगी सुबह, फिर वही तन्हाई

अब रातों में तड़पते हम अकेले तोह नहीं

Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Finally, I decided to do some serious blogs and look at the world around me. And, what’s best but to catch the catfights (can’t stop being gay) on nation’s biggest soap opera – ‘India Votes’. Honestly, no one does it better than the politicians when it comes to selling dream, Nah! Hollywood is clichéd. (Remember: As a common being, you have a single task to do – book the ticket or cast it, whichever way you like.)

Hmm! Lemma look at the most funniest of them and voila – all looks punks. But, the unchallenged ‘desi diva’ from West Bengal or Mamata-di (who I’m sure would have given Silk Smitha - the infamous sex oomph from South) is dearest of dear. She’d have given her a run for money and life, if she were alive. Ah! It’s not being imaginative but I’m serious. Have you ever counted her adjusting the pallu to cover the unchewed bosoms? That’s being too suggestive Mamata-di.

A deep down analysis on this woman shows her losing foothold and obstinacy from CPM-bashing that made her darling to Bengal junta until she’s exposed. The debacle of Singur and later Nandi gram, followed with Nano made her the exemplary ‘neta’ with anti-industrial bastion and credibility dissuade.

I find great similarity between these two ladies:

• first both of them use their tongues unnecessarily in public
• secondly, they’re always shabbily dressed and drawing close attention to their heavy breasts
• third, lacks adequate motivation and has settled down playing a cameo with top grosser
• last but least, comfortable in swapping with unpredictable partners

In fact, both acts childish even at 40s with desirable ambition lost and ideologies (do they ever had one) changing every seconds. Interestingly, I got to this newsfeed, “A few years ago, Mamata Banerjee of the Trinamool Congress claimed to have a doctorate from “East Georgia University,” which is no more real than London Oxford University.” Interesting... (hmm!) And, she swear not to ride the ‘Nano – the budget car from the house of Tata’ (unless, she’s given a complimentary drive, ofcourse).

The great rise and fall of ‘once a superwoman’ reminds me nothing else but the sexy-siren from South famous for her thunder thighs and rolling tongue who find substantial repute with critics for one-time classic and never regained.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

When you said ‘I dump’

In an age of timid, consumer love world it always happens the same way – to others OR me. Like a scoop of melted ice cream, once your romance start to stink and ‘banging is over’; you’ll be dumped like a sour milk and go back to being ‘uninvolved’. All... vacation romances have an expiration date and got heartache.

To which we say, oh buck up, possum; it might have been worse. I did not expect him to turn away from me so casually, as if he was changing his shoe.” And, wanna be left alone in his cloister. It doesn't make sense to me. Is that coz’ I am on libido-crushing Prozac and have a terrible body image problem, low self-esteem, etc. Don’t tell me ‘you dump me’ coz I smell like a bin and acted ‘bottom’ for the first time.

Honestly speaking something died in me that moment. Now, I’m nursing my corpse.

Let Me Drink the Poison

मैं बन के मीरा...
भटकूँ गली गली, ओ! गिरिधारी
अंग्ग ले, रंग ले, मोहे तू संग ले
अब विष का प्याला दे
गिरिधारी

Adjustments and Adjusted

Why do I start writing my blog again? Mebbe’ I’m tired of biting my fingernails which overgrown the Bamboo stalks. And, how’d a begin? (Why not try to recall my grammar book that I’ve long-ly put to the bin.) There’s more to tell…

Settled back in Mysore with ease, I finally managed to get a way out and make an adjustment. O! I always hated the term ‘adjustment’ but now I do into it yet not lovin’ it. And, there’s some more adjustments to do, Dahling! Not out of vanity but for love. Ah!

When I try to count them, I figured I’ve done more numbers of adjustments than the lifetime.

• First, I stopped ‘being ambitious’ any more. The only motif of living today is to reunite with the love; I left on the streets of Hyderabad.
• Second, I agree to disagree but not forced myself to tie with ‘one of the most hated ex-colleague’ coz’ he’s being my ‘ticket to Hyderabad’. I’m waiting for him to buy me as I left my love on the streets of Hyderabad.
• Third, I stopped responding to lucrative job offers that keep by inbox alive for they offer me anything but not the desired job in the city where I left my love.
• Fourth, (dats the best part) I stopped cribbing and left all to ‘Dear Lord’…turning down my atheist part.
• Fifth, I made it a point to use my ‘leaves’ to go to Hyderabad once a month irrespective of how much it costs.
• Sixth, I start to concentrate on pedicure, manicure, and attending beauty salons as a practice and team with female colleagues to share grooming tips for the ONE whom I meet on the streets of Hyderabad.

Gawd! I didn’t realized unless have written them…I’ve given myself to adjustments too much.

Post Valentine Thoughts

February 14, 2009. Tied to pile of screen notes and design, my mind is still at work. Yet the heart yearns for him and the entire day spend thinking about 'Az'.

When most of my friends were busy sharing their 'moments of love' and the weekend plans - I wished him to be near and go out to a moonlit candle night dinner OR hold each other and gazing the stars. O! We're distance apart and Az....(But why was I whinning?)

Love is a delirious passion! And, what’s the point of love, if you don't die from it, get killed for it, or feel incredibly broken hearted for a lifetime?

Ode To My Gaydom

O! Yea… For a long time, I was planning to say it nicely but ended so uncouth. As an ageing gay geriatric and one-time bitch who sobered with blooming love life – is there anything called as ‘permanence’ to us (read ‘gays’).

Trust me, we’re nothing else but a bunch of hack writers, lazy minds, and innate bigotry who think they know better than everyone else about LOVE. Let me correct, ‘we all know the best ways to make LOVE’. There’s a difference.

Gay men act like a Greek chorus, cheering on to victory, make funny stylists or the hilarious neighbors with swinging posteriors. They’re often hilarious. In fact, all gays are funny, except, when they’re thinking about settling down. Noticeable, they often have a major attitude, a mean face and are quick to temper and violence if ”dissed” and suddenly talk all ghetto while flapping their fingers saying, “Hmm…OMG! Etc. etc.” Ain’t you stereotyping? [Soliloquy: I’m trying to loosen the hard side of being a gay and been funny when gays are actually not funny.]

Get real. Yeah, some men are like that. Partly because of the head trip you’ve laid on the culture with your anti-gay propaganda. But frankly, this is a load of crap. It’s as mean a stereotype as the one they used in the old days with all sissy guys being flighty, screeching crybabies. They’re like little lost lambs who can’t think or act for themselves and don’t get credit for anything.

Look around, man! Our futures are bleak, boring, and lonesome! We’re all doomed. Yet we rejoice living.

Storytellers, Molesters, and Gays

Have you read the morning post? Ew! I hope you stay tuned as the nation’s marching band does its salute to gun racks; a group of rogues shows their sense of patriotism by molesting women in Mangalore pub. Would you still ask me ‘what makes me a gay’?

Extracts from one of the media channel read, “Suspected members of 'Sri Ram Sena' assaulted boys and girls, accusing them of behaving in 'obscene manner'. About five girls were beaten and chased away from the pub, two girls are being hospitalized. Reports also suggest that the girls were molested by the activities. Activists claimed that these women were against tradition and that these were Hindu girls, who were trying to get closer to Muslim men. Activists also accused of serving liquor to women.”

Nice alibi and then they think homosexuals are ‘child molesters’ and ‘pedophiles’; Ah! Give me a break dahl’ng.