Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Reintroduction

Hello Music, my friend, we meet again. It's been ages. I had forgotten how much fun you were. And I will quote The Subways here, friend just to let you know what I think of you-

You are the sun.
You are the only one.
My heart is blue,
My heart is blue for you!
Be mine!
Be mine, like a rock n' roll queen!

You are the sun,
You are the only one.
You are so cool!
You are so rock n' roll!

Be mine!
Be mine, like a rock n' roll queen!
:D




Monday, October 3, 2011

Blue Scent.

I lie awake. Rushes of grey coolness stream in from the ac. It is cold. The smoke of my cigarette intermingles with the blue scent she left behind. The grey and the blue clash into swirling thoughts. Maybe, I am blind. I might have closed my mind. To let go to a remembered smell. Why? But it refuses to go away. It overpowers, drowns my senses. It spills over into reality. What's happening? Panic. Blue smoke. Blue screened eyes. The blue scent. This makes no sense. The void beckons. The spiral is but a step away. If I could stay awake, then the night will give her up. Perhaps. Beauty injured. Beauty just beneath the surface. So close. So tempting. Beauty at its cruelest. And like a rabbit freed from a bear trap, I run and when I look back in the darkness I can see her, shrouded in a blue mist, running after me. A heartbeat later, I stop. 

Monday, September 19, 2011

Just so you know.

You and I are two sides of the same soul,
Partners in crime,
We murdered love.
Yes, we did.
You know,
So do I.

We made promises,
We took oaths,
We broke them just the same,
Just to see what happens,
You know.
So do I.

Two travelers on a forsaken ship,
Unaware of each other.
Shrouded in our own miseries,
Or are we?
It's ok.
When you sink,
I'll be there,
I'll hold your hand
and I will tell you that it's alright.
Everything is fine.
It's ok to drown.
After all with time everything dies.
You know,
So do I.










City! My city?

Behind closed eyes and curtained windows, within neon lights and blaring horns- every city feels the same. Don't be fooled! Open your eyes and swish the curtain aside and you will find that the sounds lied. You are far, far away from home, friend. Listen now, to the other self.

Friday, August 5, 2011

All That You Can't Leave Behind

The city is alive. It breathes, loves and hates even as you and I do the same. When I first gained my senses the city opened up to me. Forever are connected Delhi and I. I leave her now- my lover, my mother my wife, my mistress: MY CITY. The roads, the familiar landmarks and the reassuring presence of the city clings onto me, killing me a little by little as I let her go. The familiar embrace. It is now approaching an end. As the city and I go our separate paths, I try to burn her image on my mind. An image which is time proof and more than an image. But within my soul the city will dwell as I thrived within her once and forever I will- and this is a fucking promise-I will carry your shadow, my city, like it was my own. 

Sunday, July 24, 2011

10 Endangered Species (and why we can't wait for them to be extinct)

There are some animals out there which just do not deserve a second chance. I mean, I get why endangered species need to be protected- to preserve the balance in nature and what not. But preventing these ten species from extinction is like slapping humanity in the face while at the same time molesting mother nature. I am pretty sure that most of you would agree that slapping humanity in the face and molesting mother nature is wrong... or well, this is the internet, maybe not. But for those of you who would not like to see humanity's face disfigured or mother nature running around for her panties, then this article is for you. Keep your shotguns handy and watch out for these ten "endangered" species.


SUN BEAR






Whose my wittle cuddly wuddly bunny bear?






Whose my wittle apple pie?






Whose my-






AAAH! Motherfucker! Run!


Before going any further, I would like to congratulate the anonymous guy in the above series of photographs who managed to pry open the bear's snout with his bare-fucking-hands for having balls of steel. 



The reclusive sun bear, smallest member of the bear family, lives an insular life in the dense lowland forests of Southeast Asia.
Found from southern China to eastern India and as far south as Indonesia, sun bears, also called Malayan sun bears, take their name from the bib-shaped golden or white patch on their chest, which legend says represents the rising sun. They have a stocky, muscular build, small ears, and a short muzzle, which has earned them the nickname “dog bear.” Their sleek, black coat is short to avoid overheating in the tropical weather but thick and coarse to provide protection from twigs, branches, and rain.
Sun bears grow to only about half the size of an American black bear. Males, slightly larger than females, are about 5 feet (1.5 meters) in length and weigh up to 150 pounds (70 kilograms), a stature which suits their arboreal lifestyle and allows them to move easily through the trees. They have even been observed making sleeping platforms high above the ground out of branches and leaves.
Ironically, sun bears are nocturnal. They lumber through the forests by night, snacking on fruits, berries, roots, insects, small birds, lizards, and rodents. They have an excellent sense of smell and extremely long claws, exceeding four inches (ten centimeters) in length, which they use to rip open trees and termite nests. They also have an almost comically long tongue for extracting honey from bee nests, giving them their other nickname, “honey bear.”
Adult Sun Bears have almost no predators except humans, due to their fierce reputation and formidable teeth. The recent decline in the Sun Bear population can be largely attributed to the hunting of "nuisance bears" that destroy crops and widespread poaching driven by the market for their fur and for their bile, which is used in Chinese medicine. Due to lack of any concrete data regarding their numbers it is assumed, taking into account the ecological conditions of their habitat, that the Sun Bear is now a threatened species. WWF's official stance is also that Sun Bear is now a threatened species.
 Adult females are also frequently killed so their cubs can be taken and raised as pets--a role for which they are considered desirable, due to their relatively inoffensive nature and small size in comparison with other bears.

Why it should be extinct?

What you lookin' at, motherfuckah?
What they have have conveniently forgotten to mention is the fact that this animal is holy shit half leopard, half bear! Just look at the spots on his chest! Really, animal scientists? You thought we wouldn't notice? Fuck you. Also, the fact that these little fuckers are cleverer than we originally assumed. They have made people declare them as a threatened species, even though humans do not have any concrete data to support this declaration, thereby, turning their biggest predator in to their most dedicated protector. It's like Osama Bin Laden tricking America into protecting him. Sounds ridiculous, right? Not if you are an ironically named mammal called the Sun Bear. 
These "bears" have managed to fool and manipulate the entire goddamned human race. How the fuck did they achieve this seemingly impossible feat? By acting all cutesy around humans, the way the panda bears did, in order to become too cute to be hunted and also to have stupid humanity pet them. When the time is right, they will kill humans in their own homes.[Citation Needed] 


Newborn sun bear cub molesting a woman

It should be noted that though not much is known about these reclusive creatures, they have been observed making platforms on trees to rest their furry asses. They are constructing shit for their own comfort! Alarm bells, people, alarm fucking bells. Has it occurred to anybody that the so called "platforms" might be sentry posts, from where they can observe other animals(including humans) from a higher ground? Even if these platforms are being constructed for comfort purposes, it shows signs of a highly evolved creature who is now building structures not for hunting or nesting but for relaxing. And people are actually taking them in as pets after killing their mothers! Trust me, when I say this, these bears are just biding their time. One day not far from now, they will take their revenge and when they are ripping apart everyone you have ever known, I will be standing there with a blow-horn shouting "I told you so." 
Also, film makers, if you ever decide to make Planet of the Sun Bear, know this: I call dibs on that idea.

Oh, by the way, did I mention its claws?

Go on. Bring them home as pets. Go on.




 Chinese Giant Salamander

Where do I begin with this animal? How about I show you what it looks like first? Yeah, you want that do? Think again...



What drugs were you on, Mother Nature, when you decided to create this monstrosity? Scientist call it a salamander but I call it the Baby Trapped Inside an Eel Mindfuck. The Chinese giant salamander can grow to be nearly six feet long and can make you throw up your dinner by just looking at you. Look at its almost baby human hands. If you do not believe in hell, you better change your beliefs, because that thing up there can come from no other place. Why oh why, does this salamander need hands? You can bet it is not to help old ladies cross streets. 


On an unrelated note, here is a picture of a Chinese man going for a penile replacement surgery with the handpicked penis of his choice.

Had to be said.


Giant Weta 


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!! RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!!!!


Frigate Island Beetle



That up there is a Frigate Island Beetle. Apparently Frigate island is located in the middle Children'sTear Ocean and its chief occupation is finding and destroying little kittens. Only in a place like this can an aberration like that exist.It’s the largest of the tenebrionid beetles and the most at risk. If you ever leave the internet long enough to visit Frigate Island and you pick up a beetle and it stains your hands and clothes with a “musky” scented purple ink then the beetle in your hand is a Frigate Island Beetle and you have probably been impregnated. That's not all. Look closely at the image. There is a cute little sticker on the head of the beetle (put there by the hand of Satan himself according to sources) marked innocently with the numeral 2. Simply put this means that there is one more of those things out there sporting the no. 1 sticker. It could be anywhere. Even.... behind you.



To be contd...

 















 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

2G Scam EXPOSED! Insider tells it all.

The past few weeks have not been financially good for the esteemed author of this blog, i.e me. This forced me to enter the shit infested dingy caverns of the world known to the common man as the Job Industry. Adjectives aside, I had to basically go ahead and get a job. My awesomeness did not go unnoticed and I was hired at the very first place I applied. I became an investigative reporter for a very well respected newspaper, which I cannot name due to lawery... err lawerly.. lawly..some court thingy. What? Don't YOU judge me. As if law never stopped you from doing anything. How about the neighbor's dog you've always wanted for reasons best left unmentioned. Huh? The law stopped you. It stopped me. Fuck the law and fuck you too, pal.

Only the law stands between this hot hot bitch and you.

I know some of you are wondering how is any of this related to the 2G scam, while most of you don't give a fuck as long as I continue posting pictures. But for those interested few, patience does have its rewards. Learn this lesson and we will move on to the 2G scam. A scam so bad... according to my research exactly 2 times worse than the G scam.

My first assignment as an investigative reporter was to write a piece on the deteriorating health conditions in the slums of Delhi. I tried to explain to my boss that of course the health conditions are going to be bad in a slum. It is a fucking slum. What do you expect? He asked me to go ahead and do what was asked, on which I told him that I will do so as long as he can tell me what he thinks a slum really is. Some say that I was fired at this point but I believe you cannot be fired until you quit. With this thought in my mind, I left the offices of the "newspaper" and decided to do some real investigating.

 OOh! What could possibly be the reason for health problems here? Yeah, right. Stupid newspapers

My first aim was to find a wrong/crime/scam worth investigating. To achieve this goal I went around the parking lot of the newspaper offices sneaking up on unsuspecting people and assaulting them with penetrating questions like-
"Tell me what is the biggest scam in the country or I AM GOING TO KILL YOUR FAMILY! DON'T THINK I WON'T! THEY MIGHT ALREADY BE DEAD! TELL ME!! This strategy worked like a fucking charm. With the answer to my question in hand and cops on my tail, I started my investigation on the 2G scam.

Now, the question arose as to what exactly is the 2G scam? To find out the answer to this basic question, I interviewed Google and Wikipedia and came up with the following snippet of information:

The 2G spectrum scam involved officials and ministers in the Government of India illegally undercharging mobile telephony companies for frequency allocation licenses, which they would use to create2G subscriptions for cell phones. According to a report submitted by the Comptroller and Auditor General based on money collected from 3G licenses, the loss to the exchequer was Indian Rupee ₹176,379 crore (US$39.16 billion). The issuing of the 2G licenses occurred in 2008, but the scam came to public notice when the Indian Income Tax Department investigated political lobbyist Niira Radia and the Supreme Court of India took Subramaniam Swamy's complaints on record [With Case type:Writ Petition (Civil),Case No:10, Year:2011]. The case details of the main PIL filed with the supreme court is Type:Writ Petition (Civil),Case No:423, Year:2010.

I realized immediately that because I could not understand any of what was mentioned, it had to be bullshit. Probably the government trying to cover up its tracks. However, couple of things were clear, I needed to get in touch with Niira Radia and somewhere a figure of Indian Rupee ₹176,379 crore (US$39.16 billion) was mentioned

The first thing that comes to mind is fat. I am just saying.

It is no easy task trying to locate a highly controversial and sought after figure like Niira Radia. In order to find and interview her, I decided to use my extensive knowledge of Delhi, the city and people, and my unconventional investigative methods. Budding reporters please pay attention to the thought process that I am about to print.See, how I deduce the answers from the seemingly difficult puzzle by applying logical reasoning. Memorize this method. No task is difficult if the right questions are asked. Now, I knew that Niira was a woman. Where do you find women in Delhi? Where is that one place in Delhi you go to if you want to find women? The answer was clear as daylight. I got into my car and headed towards GB road, Delhi's red light district.

GB Road: Making it easier to find Niira, Meera, Pooja etc. since 1960

I reached GB road at 1a.m. The place was teeming with life. Sex and sleaze were in the air. The place smelled heavily of alcohol. It was my kind of place. I began the investigation by approaching a scantily dressed random hooker standing at the entrance of a ramshackle building. The moment she saw me heading towards her, she screamed at the top of her lungs and disappeared inside the dilapidated building. Now ordinarily, I should have moved on to the next hooker, but something about her screaming and running away made me want to give chase. Refusal only makes me want more desperately. This is probably why even though I have been refused entry in to the Indian Space Mission on the grounds of being "The Least Qualified Individual Ever To Apply" I still keep applying, year after year, month after month, week after week. I followed her into the building only to find myself face to face or more like face to midsection with a tall, burly man. The man ordered me to fuck off. On being asked why, he told me that the "lady" was not interested in making my acquaintance as she believed just looking at me for long enough might give her an incurable disease. I asked the man to not go by my unkempt appearance and give me a chance. The man replied with a punch to my stomach. I exited the building face first into the dirt street. I spent the next couple of hours asking hookers the whereabouts of Niira Radia. At each turn I was met with violence, abuse and outright rejection. It was then, when I had given up all hope of ever fining Niira, that a slimy, shabbily dressed man approached me. So startling were the physical similarities between the both of us that an outside observer might have easily mistaken us for twins.

The Man

"You looking for Niira?" He asked. His voice had a slimy, gravelly quality hard to explain. 
"Who wants to know?" I replied with a question.

"I do," the man said, slightly confused.

"That's ok, then," I said.

A minute or so passed by in silence as we both tried to figure out what to say next and how we had managed to bring this conversation to a confusing, awkward stage it was at now.


"I-I-I know where she is," the man stuttered.


"Well, good."

The man looked at me as if expecting me to say something more. I stared back, confused.


"Do you want me to take you to her?" The man asked, slightly exasperated.


"Sure, why not," I replied.


He motioned for me to follow him. He led me down a network dimly lit by-lanes, lined by houses and building in utter disrepair on either sides. He stopped in front of the most stable structure that I had come across so far. Stable as it was, the building emanated a menacing vibe. Hackles raised, the investigative reporter inside me went on full alert.

"Go in and ask for NR," The man whispered conspiratorially.

As I neared the entrance of the building, time slowed down. My super investigative senses observed every detail, the stale, dank air, the multitude of torn clothes fluttering on the hundreds of clotheslines above my head, almost forming a ceiling of sorts. The mosquitoes as they buzzed about the lit entrance. The doo--

 Suddenly I found myself lying on the ground, a sharp pain shooting up my arm. The man was by my side.



"What happened?" I rasped.


"I dunno, mate. You were like walking in slow motion and then you sort of stepped on some loose stones, right there," he pointed towards a clump of loose pebbles near my left foot, "and fell on your side. It was quite comical, really."


"You best fuck off, if you know what's good for you," I said and gave him THE GLARE. The sole purpose of the glare is to induce fear in ordinary mortals. 

The man looked at me, shrugged and ambled away. I am sure he ambled away in terror. 


I heaved myself up, and walked into the building. The thing that struck me first up was that the building was plush and in excellent condition from the inside. My first day at work and I had already found an A-grade bollywood inspired honest to god motherfucking criminal hideout.


A bikini clad woman approached me and asked me the nature of my business. I asked for NR. The woman gave me a once over as if deciding whether to take me seriously.


"Right this way, sir." With a sweep of her hands and a twitch of her behind she asked me to follow her. Maybe, I imagined the twitch, maybe not. We made our way through a series brightly lit hallways. The walls enclosing the hallways were adorned by various hunting trophies, hollowed out bodies of endangered animals, stolen ancient figurines and statues made out of pure gold. The series of hallways opened up into a the biggest hallway I had ever seen and this hallway led to a huge ornate double door. The gold handles of the doors were skull shaped and I had my first non living being related hardon. The bikini clad woman pushed the doors open and with that my hardon and I came face to face with Niira Radia. She sat at the end of the room, in her throne-like chair. A longish path led to her seat. I plodded nervously towards her. As I neared her, my almost naked companion left me. Soon it was just me and Niira.

  Not exactly like this but my other options according to google were naked women on huge armchairs


"You have been looking for me?" She asked, her tone imperial.


"I wanted to ask you a few questions about the 2G scam and possibly about your name." I said nervously.


"What about my name?"


"Why do you have two i's in your name?"


"What?"


"I mean your name is pronounced as "Neera", right? Then, why the two i's. It makes no sense."

"What?" She asked confused.


"No, really. I mean it. Why the fuck are there two i's in your name. It's a riddle which has been eating away at me ever since I saw your name in wikipedia. It is not right. People just can't go about spelling their names any which way. Certain peculiarities in a person's name can be allowed for, but your name has no room for playing around with the spelling. You still went ahead and decided to spell it in the absurd fashion that it is now spelled. Why? WHY?" My last word came out as a frustrated scream.

This was followed by a moment of deafening silence.

"You have stumbled upon something you should have left alone," she rumbled menacingly. Yes, she rumbled. Fuck you literary critic.


"What do you mean by that?" I asked backing away in fear.


From the numerous movies I have seen, I know it is after the villain utters a dialog on the same lines as the one delivered by Niira, that the hardworking and honest reporter gets shot to death.


"No, no. Don't be afraid, I am not going to do anything to you. In fact I am going to tell you the entire truth about the 2G scam"


Was it true? My good looks had finally borne fruit. Here was a rich female villainous forced to reveal the truth by the sheer strength of my awesome handsomeness. 


"If you had done your research more thoroughly, you would have found according to the Times of India, Indian Express and some other leading newspapers my name is Nira Radia, with a single i. However, according to the Hindustan Times, The Outlook and other leading newspapers and magazines my name is Niira Radia with two i's. Wikipedia in some articles claims my name to be Niira and in others it states my name as Nira. All of this is part of a larger conspiracy. The scam is not 2G, it is the 2i scam. The police and everybody believes me to be safely under custody or at least they believe they are investigating the real Nira/Niira Radia. The truth is far more frightening, the Nira/Niira they have under custody is just a clone. The 2G scam is just an eyewash to take away the attention of humans from the real 2i scam. The scam which will enable me to take over the world. Ha Ha Ha" she announced, her tone borderline crazy.


"What do you mean humans?" I asked, apprehensive of the answer.


"Human! Get ready to see my real form!" She thundered. "I am Zorog! The ruler of galaxies! Behold! My awesomeness!


The real Nira Radia
   
Three hours later found me sitting in front of the Newspaper editor, submitting the account of my encounter with Nira Radia.

"Seriously?" The editor questioned. 

I sat in front of the editor; shivering, scared, unhinged and my view of the reality completely skewed.


"You want me to believe that you actually went to GB road and that you found Nira Radia? At GB road?" The editor's face was expressionless.


"Y-y-yes."

"And you claim that she is an alien, yes?" 

"Yes, goddamnit, you stupid cuntlet! Stop wasting time!," I went for his throat.


"Step back," he warned taking out a gun from under his desk.


"No need for that. I am sitting back down. Let's all stay rational," I reasoned, while trying to stab myself in the stomach with my thumb.


"I can either believe what you've told me or I can believe this security tape," he said pointing towards a tape marked security lying on his desk.

"What about this tape?," I shouted, rising up from my chair. The motherfucker was totally missing the point. Here I was trying to tell him about an alien's plan for world domination and he was worried about a fucking security tape. What has the world come to?


"Are you sure you want to know?," he asked calmly.


This conversation was getting beyond frustrating for me. I let out a shrill shriek. 


"What the FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?," I screamed tearing out tufts of hair from my scalp. "WHAT THE FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

"This security tape, taken from the parking lot of this building," he went on calmly, "shows you huddled in a corner with a laptop in the parking lot ever since you left my office. Not only that, the video clearly shows you smoking crack and shooting heroin every fifteen or so minutes.



"What?" That is a fucking lie!" I screamed, kicking my chair back and half climbing on the desk, "The aliens are fooling us! The aliens are coming!" Do something, you ink-fucker!"


"Security!" The editor screamed, moving away from his desk, his gun pointed at me the whole time.


I was thrown out of the office, and a couple of days later I was served a legal notice which prohibited me from using the newspaper's name or stepping within 1km of their offices.


The truth had to be revealed. So, I reveal the truth here and leave it you, people of the earth to carry the flame of the truth forward. Go well, my friends. Go well.