Lost & found

I wake up, I go to my office. I look out.
I see people,
suited up people with PDAs,
happy people, same people, people with one point agenda "INCREMENT//BONUS"...
same happy people..same happiness everyday

same question pops up everyday..

what the fuck is the matter with these fuckin' scumbags.
what the fuck are they fuckin' happy about.
what the fuck are they satisfied with.
job.salary.cellphone.woman.weather.
living.standard.goverment.family.country
where the fuck they want to go?
US.Europe.
where the fuck have they arrived in past 24 hrs or 24 years.

It's weird !
riding on a random bus.
headin' to a destination X.
24..30..50 years

Swami Vivekanand Ji on idol worship

Here is an incident I found out while I was going through Swami Vivekanand Ji's bharat yatra.

During his "Bharat bhraman" Swami Ji reached Alwar, where he became acquainted with Maharaja Mangal Singh and on his request visited his palace. Initially the Prince had no faith in the Swami.
Here is a piece of conversation (debate) they had one night.

Swamiji, I have no faith in idol worship, said the Maharaja.

Swamiji replied, "An idol is only a symbol. It is not something to sneer at. Every devotee has his own way of realizing God. It depends on the individual's devotion."

*The Prince was not satisfied with Swamiji's explanation. There was a portrait of the Maharaja on the wall.*

The Swamiji asked the Diwan (chief minister) by his side, 'Whose picture is that?"

"The Maharaja's," replied the Diwan.

Vivekananda said, "Spit on it."

*The Diwan was taken aback. *

"Why are you unhappy?" asked the Swamiji.

* The Diwan thought this man was certainly mad.*

Swamiji explained: "After all, the photograph is just a shadow of your Maharaja. It is devoid of flesh and blood."

"But then it reminds us of the Maharaja, does it not?" said the Diwan.

The Maharaja then apologised to the Swamiji.

अतीत के दर्पण में आपातकाल

June of 1975,

The Hon'ble High Court of Allahabad found, the then Prime Minister Mrs. Gandhi guilty of election fraud, and ordered her to be removed from her seat in Lower house of the Parliament (lok sabha) and banned from running for an additional six years.

Mid-night of June 25th,
Black night for Indian democracy.

Mrs. Gandhi in turn, recommended President Fakhruddin Ali Ahmed to issue "extraordinary laws" that bypassed parliament altogether, allowing her to rule by decree. She declared a State of Emergency, and in her own words brought democracy "to a grinding halt". Invoking article 352 of the Indian Constitution, she granted herself extraordinary powers and launched a massive crackdown on civil liberties and political opposition.

Right after that black night , Lok nayak Jayprakash Narayan called for the PM's resignation and asked the military and the police to disregard unconstitutional and immoral orders; Jayaprakash Narayan attracted a gathering of 100,000 people at the Ramlila Grounds , Delhi and thunderously recited these lines of Rashtrakavi Ramdhari Singh 'Dinkar''s.

"सिंहासन खाली करो कि जनता आती है।"

सदियों की ठंढी-बुझी राख सुगबुगा उठी,
मिट्टी सोने का ताज पहन इठलाती है;
दो राह,समय के रथ का घर्घर-नाद सुनो,
सिंहासन खाली करो कि जनता आती है।

जनता?हां,मिट्टी की अबोध मूरतें वही,
जाडे-पाले की कसक सदा सहनेवाली,
जब अंग-अंग में लगे सांप हो चुस रहे
तब भी न कभी मुंह खोल दर्द कहनेवाली।
जनता?हां,लंबी - बडी जीभ की वही कसम,
"जनता,सचमुच ही, बडी वेदना सहती है।"
"सो ठीक,मगर,आखिर,इस पर जनमत क्या है?"
'है प्रश्न गूढ़ जनता इस पर क्या कहती है?"
मानो,जनता ही फूल जिसे अहसास नहीं,
जब चाहो तभी उतार सजा लो दोनों में;
अथवा कोई दूधमुंही जिसे बहलाने के
जन्तर-मन्तर सीमित हों चार खिलौनों में।
लेकिन होता भूडोल, बवंडर उठते हैं,
जनता जब कोपाकुल हो भृकुटि चढाती है;
दो राह, समय के रथ का घर्घर-नाद सुनो,
सिंहासन खाली करो कि जनता आती है।

हुंकारों से महलों की नींव उखड़ जाती,
सांसों के बल से ताज हवा में उड़ता है,
जनता की रोके राह,समय में ताव कहां?
वह जिधर चाहती,काल उधर ही मुड़ता है।
अब्दों,शताब्दियों,सहस्त्राब्द का अंधकार
बीता;गवाक्ष अंबर के दहके जाते हैं;
यह और नहीं कोई,जनता के स्वप्न अजय
चीरते तिमिर का वक्ष उमड़ते जाते हैं।
सब से विराट जनतंत्र जगत का आ पहुंचा,
तैंतीस कोटि-हित सिंहासन तय करो
अभिषेक आज राजा का नहीं,प्रजा का है,
तैंतीस कोटि जनता के सिर पर मुकुट धरो।
आरती लिये तू किसे ढूंढता है मूरख,
मन्दिरों, राजप्रासादों में, तहखानों में?
देवता कहीं सड़कों पर गिट्टी तोड़ रहे,
देवता मिलेंगे खेतों में, खलिहानों में।
फावड़े और हल राजदण्ड बनने को हैं,
धूसरता सोने से श्रृंगार सजाती है;
दो राह,समय के रथ का घर्घर-नाद सुनो,
सिंहासन खाली करो कि जनता आती है।

new pack

Love or Hate

Take what you have to take, beatings, insults and whatever.
And learn from it.
And wait.
Then when the time comes for you to do something, make your move.

And it's hard to love,
There's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time

Youth brigade

Our educated "revolutionary", "warm blooded" young generation who make 18k per month, don't have balls to confront a do kaudi ka autowala for their hard earned bucks talk about fighting corrupt bureaucrats, politicians with constitutional powers and terrorists with AK-47.

SPOOKY!

Jai Hind!

In God I trust, rest all must pay in cash.

Beauty, honesty, integrity, veraciousness,trustworthy It's all bullshit!
You make shitload of bucks!
Everybody loves ya!
You are smart, tall, hot, funny, sexy, intelligent and every fuckin' possible thing. That's all what counts, liquid! heck of that.

You don't make no money! nobody cares! you die, you live. Noone gives a fuck!

Money can buy everything

Money does buy everything

Money buys you gold, big house, Audi Q7, Louis Philip, wedding in a glass room 100 m deep inside Atlantic.

Not just that

Money buys you people
Money buys you loyalty, faith and other grey shit
Money buys you love
Money buys you sleep
Money buys you life
Money buys you ME

I am on SALE

you fuckin' all are on a giant fuckin' SALE, hiding your price tag! waiting for someone to quote your bid, waiting for someone to raise it.

There are no shitocratic man made classifications

There is nothing like good or bad.
There is nothing like beautiful or ugly
There is nothing like honesty or dishonesty
There is nothing like trust or antitrust
There is nothing like love or hate

There is only one classification ME and all of you. I am what I am and you are not me.

fuck ya

My convenience is my principle
My mood is my stand
My delusions are my verities

Don't be the good cop n' bitch about the bad cops.

Be a fuckin' a bad cop

This ain’t my frustration, that’s the notion I breathe in n’ out with. I never had no bad or sad incident in my life, whatever I’ve come across in past 21 years of my life was a new and nice experience to me.