And so i Thought and Said

People are such big monsters, some will keep committing heinous crimes, others will keep feeling outraged, none will actually act and all of them will collectively force me into inditing once again. So folks, Mr Tehelka Tejpal is at our service again. He has got "naughty" with a girl of his daughter's age or as he says, he has simply indulged in drunken banter. Thumbs up Sir! You really are funny when inebriated. The girl seems like a toy isn't it. And such a great doll she makes, the hot new barbie, right!! But should you play with dolls, esp when your daughter is one such too. Never mind, you have all the right too; thats your life and with the clout you have; everything is just a game for you. And its actually not wrong, the other day some men collectively played with one such doll. You see, dolls come in varieties, the one you just tried playing with is a posh doll; then there are some tribal dolls too, the maid-doll, the school girl doll, the office going

"She is very beautiful, look how fair she is", came the expert comment. I looked up and saw a girl fair enough but average looking. Might be the jealousy in me changed my views, or maybe I was just being a fair judge. Lets come to the point now, fair or white skinned or "gorapan"; somehow I do not understand the fuss surrounding it. So many fairness creams in the market and the figures show that the sales keep increasing. The dark skinned ones want to be fair, the fair ones want to be even more fair. The Television ad goes like, something something nikhaar in such a few days. And the fairness, my god; you will not need a bulb when lights go off. Oh c'mon do you think I'll believe that?? Well actually I do and I try it out and then psychologically I feel that yes it is working. But after a few days, am back to my normal self, not looking that fair the much I wanted to. And sometimes, I go to a party with so much makeup piled on that I look so artifici

I never really wanted to touch this topic again but somehow the fear that has been groping me and aggravating by the day; I had to write it out. Another rape case and this time it is not Delhi; rape, or should i say a gang-rape. Another news that did the rounds was about a foreign student who faced sexual harassment to the level of core brutality. Sometimes I just want to delve in the psychology of these men who assault the ladies. What do they think of us, sex toys or something of the sorts is a very small bit to think of in such cases. And what is new, now they do not do it alone, they take their friends along to make sure it happens. Fear, is what I live in. Oh yes! fear I say because I am scared to the core and every news of sexual assault sends a chill running down my spine. Sometimes i feel the goosebumps too. I do not want to go out too and every time I do, it is a calculated risk that I take. I do not know when will someone grope me down and rape me. Ignoring the lascivous

(The call comes a day after the Independence Day just to make sure that people are out of the patriotic trance and back to their normal thinking selves.) It was 6 in the morning and as customary, my mother woke me up with a Happy Independence Day.Then there was my mama calling for the same because the kids were eager to wish us all before they left for their event. Half asleep as I was then, smiled and wished the same. Then the day started on just like any other but for that I was having a holiday. And as the idle mind always has some realisations, I had this one. Yesterday, the alleged Independence day of Pakistan; we had the ninth ambush in SIX days.Soldiers not dead though, had been badly wounded and we were still talking about peace. A girl had been raped somewhere and the Sensex had fallen; Onions just got even expensive and as the joke went, necessity, comfort and luxury were valued equally. (Those on FB and that is equal to almost everyone knows what I am talking about.) Ad

(In India, Drive the Indian way!) “ Another not so pleasant driving experience ” is something that happens to me almost every day while driving from home to office and back. So much has been the frequency that these experiences have changed from being irritating to “not so pleasant” and will be “its normal” soon. However, I am hereby introducing some regulars on the road who have made my driving experience exactly what it is turning out to be. (For those who have been driving for long, I know all this is already “normal”.)   · The new Aunties      Hey! No I am not a sexist; it is just for those “aunty driving a car” jokes. Long gone is the time when L stood for lady because, we have plenty of uncles doing rounds here. In the overconfidence that they are natural drivers, they have been hitting the road barriers and people more; turning suddenly without even giving an indicator or that hand movement   · The Macho      The newly grown Macho is on the road, creating havoc for

I was just facebooking and i read this post on a * gadha * page. The admin had condescendingly revealed the suspense of Ghanchakkar. I do not know how much it stood on the veracity scale but it surely was a spoiler. I was quite upbeat about watching the movie but then it had been well spoilt. Brings me to the dedicated "spoilers" whose sole aim in life is to spoil the fun and life of others. And this was just for a movie, spoilers are the weeds that grow anywhere and everywhere, so much that you really feel like weeding them out. There are spoilers in office who go about telling people about your plans for the new system you so intently carved out and waiting for the d-day to reveal it. Then there are self proclaimed samaritans who are always there to give their suggestions, sometimes even ending up spoiling your plans. There is this friend who always spills the beans about the most coveted surprise and the worst of all, someone who tells that the dish is not good when you

(The obsession with Exposure.) I had been getting really miffed with all these short dresses and the two most important fashion trends that prompted me to write- the decolletè necklines and the equally sinking wastelines. seriously I do not understand the need for these two and maybe I might sound orthodox here but Girls who flaunt these, I am really sorry for you. C'mon now, you all know that being hot and desirable is not always about exposing flesh. This fetish for exposure is doing all harm and no good. I do not say that this is the reason behind people getting raped; offcourse that is an entirely different story but exposing all the while is actually tarnishing your dignity. The praises you thought your hot figure and short skimpy dresses got from your alleged guy friends had actually jeers involved. If the group made fun of the other girl maybe for some you were that other girl (PS: we are not discussing the exceptions here) And add to that the point that you wear them

(The normal news misinterpretted) That Rudyard Kipling plagiarised parts of the Jungle Book, I do not feel ditched at all, after all he worked so hard for giving me a good time reading. For the bit he did and most of us do, plagiarism is a big word to use. There is always a difference between copying and getting inspired. A thin line that many of us fail to see. You copy something as it is is  plagiarism but you read something somewhere and then you construe your set of meanings out of it is inspiration. If every single thing would be rated as plagiarism like this then we all had a plagiaristic childhood and even our life will be a tell tale of plagiarism because every now and then we get inspired by someone, get full of awe and then try to imbibe that in our being. Accept it, none of us is the omniscient, one who knows each and every thing in this world. Somewhere and in something we lack and it is here that we read and fulfill our glitches. Had it not been for this why would

(PS: I = WE as and where required) I was driving to office in the morning and on the road or rather the colony’s “gully”, I overheard a girl talking to her mother about her coming at least third in her class was imminent. Nostalgic, I smiled and moved on. Somehow I couldn’t get the thing out of my head and the sweet memories of my school days kept coming to me. In a job now and having completed more than 23 years of my life, the new Pepsi ad sounds so true to me. I can’t be a kid again. I have grown up and left behind me the regular games in the park, the innocence of my being, the truth of my existence, the numerous dreams I thought I’d fulfill when I grow up and the most important; the reason behind my happiness  being absence of nothing to frown about. I have grown up, people say I have matured and become more civilised, I am not the mischievous trouble monger now, I have learnt to be a society’s person and yeah they are true, this all comes naturally

  (AN EYE OPENER FOR THE “DYING TO BE COMMITTED”) I had been observing people around and there is this implacable urge in them to somehow end up being “committed”, talks of finding “true love” and finally settling down with the “love of their life”. There are marriages happening around me of people of my age and I am sadly left flabbergasted as to have I really grown this old? People are marrying their “first loves”, though this first love happened nth time (tic). And the ones who are still single are searching for their “right ones”, needless to say; desperately. Now, here is an eye opener for you all. Please see to the fact that there is no “first love” or “love of your life”. It’s all you falling for someone and compatibility. And you finally settle down when you see no other better option coming your way, sometimes you choose it, sometimes your parents do it for you. That is my personal observation and I may well be wrong but this is generality I speak of. And fo