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  • Excerpt

    August 26th, 2018

    imagesAll copyright © belongs to the guy publishing this post that is me, Jayendra Dubey.

    Guess the biggest craze of Indians when there is no festival to celebrate or no
    death to mourn, no train to catch or no schedule to follow. I may have to take
    that last bit of scheduling, out from the context because this “craze” demands
    scheduling. Each and every microscopic detail has to be discussed, decided
    and then thrown out of the window as soon as Sukhbir‟s „Ohoho‟ starts
    playing.
    This is the story of not one but four weddings. Four weddings that churned
    out whatever emotion my subject had in him. But before I start explaining
    what random deuce this person has taken on sanity you must know who am I and why I want to narrate this story to you?
    I’m one among the thousands of narrator appointed by the almighty who tells their human about the things that they should do or not do. Many believers also see me as their guardian angel but I’m no guardian nor am I any angel, I’m just a narrator who yells, what the fuck Steve, you should’ve worn clothes before drinking boiling soup.”
    But no one listened to me for a long time because to listen to me you need a
    special frequency and the last person to achieve this frequency was some
    short guy from Germany with a funny moustache. There must be some
    terrible fault in this frequency because he did exactly opposite of things I
    asked specifically to avoid.
    There was a court hearing about this blunder in heaven and I was expelled
    from there. I appealed but appalled almighty threw me on this funny looking planet for eternity and don’t ask about that short guy because last time I heard he was to be fried in hot oil for hundred years before he could be thrown into other cells of hell.
    And now suddenly while roaming on this planet one day I stumbled upon this
    guy, who was roaring drunk then, he shared his cigarette with me and I realized, may be in years this is the time, I could play guardian angel to an
    asshole and return to my wonderful home.

    More to follow soon…!!!

     

  • बस यूँ ही

    August 24th, 2018

    Life and tyranny.

    dr.nagesh pandey's avatarवेदना – समवेदना

    कितना आसान होता है कह देना

    सहना,जितना कठीन भी नहीं ।

    समय परिस्थितियॉं सब चल रहें हैं

    अपने वेग और प्रवाह मे

    कौन रूकता है यहॉं किसी के लिए,

    बचपन से सिर्फ़ संस्कार ही ढोते आया

    क्या लोग बदल रहे है ?

    या बदल घट रहा है मेरी सोच में ,

    खोजता रहा अपनेपन , वास्तविकता

    और ज़रूरत की वजह….

    बेमानी हो जाता है सारा वजूद

    जब ज़िन्दगी किसी रेड लाईट इलाक़े

    के चौराहे की तरह हो जाती है

    जहॉं प्यार भी ,

    जेब की औक़ात से नापा जाता है।

    सिर्फ़ सपनों मे मुझे दिखाई पड़ते है रिश्ते ,

    अपने पन का एहसास भी बेहोशी मे ही

    हो पाता है अब ,

    ऐसा क्यों ?

    कभी उस किसान की मनोदशा मे

    होता है मन,

    पथरा जाती हैं , जिसकी आँखें

    बारिश के इंतज़ार मे ।

    और बारिश !

    सरकारीतंत्र की तरह,

    बरसता भी वहीं है ,

    जहॉं ज़रूरत नहीं ।

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  • तुम

    August 24th, 2018

    How simple, yet complicated, personification could be

    dr.nagesh pandey's avatarवेदना – समवेदना

    तुम मेरे लिए सिर्फ़ एक शरीर नहीं हो

    तुम नहीं हो मेरे लिए दिल बहलाने की चीज़

    ज़रूरत भी नहीं हो,

    तुम्हें शब्दों में नहीं बता सकता

    तुम वहॉं हो जहॉं शब्द नहीं होते,

    अब तुमनें मेरी नज़र में

    अपने को शब्दों में ही देखा ,

    शब्द , सिर्फ़ और सिर्फ़ बढ़ाते हैं

    फ़ासले , कब जोड़ा है शब्दों नें?

    तुम , मै , या कोई और

    शब्द उलझाते हैं ,

    भ्रम पैदा करते हैं शब्द ।

    ऊबन सी होती है शब्दों की

    दुनिया से,

    चलो नि:शब्द हो जाएँ ,

    फिर से शुरू करें वही सफ़र

    जहॉं सिर्फ़ तुम थे

    तुम , शब्द नहीं थे।

    ⁃ नागेश-

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  • Desperation

    August 14th, 2018

    Damn these romantic videos and movies, Make you cuddle someone so desperately.

    Well, is there anything like good desperation?
    When you’re desperate for a job, that’s good, when you’re desperate for a trip, you’re good to go but when you’re desperate for a person, all hell breaks loose.
    One quoran writes that nothing is absolute and same thing applies for desperation being bad.
    So, if you aren’t irrationally crazy about someone then you may allow butterflies to pick you from the stomach and throw you on the hard bed of life often quoted as reality by its pupil.
    But what if the person you think of while watching all these silly videos or movies, is also thinking about that hug and the kiss that you’re stuck on?

    Hmm. Mutual admiration is rare these days.

    Well, may your desperation be remain hidden till you find that person who is ready to be heels over head for you.

    Point of the blog – don’t give views to these idiotic YouTube videos. Things are far different than things depicted by these mofos with amazing jaw lines and chiseled body.

  • A decade-long romance

    August 11th, 2018

    What is that you reminisce? I reminisce walking through the door of a building I never taught would become the shadows of memory that I’ll miss the most.

    Social media has created this illusion that all the people you’ve known are close by you and doing their usual chores. But my social media breakup has forced me to realize that it has really been a long time since I picked up my phone and declared stupid stuff to people. Idiotic political allegiance has created a more rift than ever. But screw politics for today.

     

    Today is the day when I remember walking through the gates of ITS and meeting these people I haven’t had a conversation with in a long time. I remember everyone bitching about everyone. I remember picking ten forks for a single plate of noodles. I remember our awesome teachers being little more liberal towards us.

    What fun was that of being a naïve and romanticizing about the life…? I wish to be that foolish again to have all those beliefs one more time and to share all those amazing moments once again. I would have romanced the idea of being carefree a little more, would have given extra hugs to my friends, and would have proposed the one, a little sooner.

    We may have parted ways and might be on different walks on life but I hope this piece reaches you guys on time to remind you that nothing’s gonna change my love for you. And how I wish that we all could walk through that gate once again to create a few more memory, to set apart all the differences that we may have, or might had once, to sing one more song together or at least the one last song to dance to.

    P.S. I’m writing this in a week advance because I don’t know whether it’ll reach you on time or not. But here, remember this, suck it!

    Love you guys!

  • Midnight Wonderings

    June 22nd, 2018

    What is that you go to bed with? Cell phone, partner, book, aspirations, hope, tissues? And what is that you wake up next to? A naked body or a person you know, a paperback or a hardcover romanticism of a writer in any other part of the globe, struggling to get his words right?

    Well, no one gets all the answer they seek, but how many leave the cocoon in search of an answer. Or how many know that there exist questions, questions that sprout from the void of emotions.

    Why am I writing this? Just to give myself a reminder that every night before sleeping what I’m thankful for may be seeking answers and confining itself in the vivid reality of something else. It isn’t about the loyalty, but perception. It isn’t about holier than thou but the one-dimensional truth of an individual.

    All I could do is to feel the skin of emotions that I encounter every day and take my one-dimensional truth and put it into the crossroads of perceptions and judgment and then leave to lead the life that I chose for myself.

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  • Infinity War

    May 14th, 2018

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    Man! It has been more than two weeks since I saw this and, to be very honest, I have still got the hangover.
    Despite all its flaws and plot holes and a retard lover boy, this movie still shines like anything.

    I remember reading Raj Comics as a kid, and in one of the issues ( hopefully it was Nagraj aur Misskiller) Nagraj and Dhruv saved Superman’s and other Hero’s ass. I was mesmerized by the valor that these heroes had.
    But to my disbelief, my brother said other heroes are better than our desis and then introduced me to detective comics. I was completely blown by the story arcs and the detailing and multiple layers of these characters. I can say nothing more in their praise as a lot has already been said. What I can only say is that these characters made my childhood amazing.

    As I grew a little older and color and cable TV made its way to our house I saw these amazing DC and Marvel cartoons. I was hooked to these. Then I dived into marvel comic books, but before I could get anymore further my board exams came and Iron-man made its way to the silver screen in 2008. The rest is history.

    I have seen and followed Marvel cinematic universe very religiously since then. All I can say is after all these years my love for these characters has not changed a bit. I wish to see more from DCU. But for now its high time to live the characters I have loved all my life.

    P. S. Someone please get Super Commando Dhruv on big screen with utmost sincerity and respect to Indian Heros. Universe please make this happen.

     

     

  • Paid News

    March 28th, 2018

    Operation 136 has to be the biggest expose of our already rotten Indian media. Subjects of a state are always gullible. One may shout at the top of his lungs to scare us and create an illusion of keeping the viewers safe. Take some time out of your busy schedule to witness how opinions are forced in today’s time.

    More power to the independent media.

    Read More AT –

    https://www.cobrapost.com/blog/Operation-136:-Part-1/1009

    Watch at –

     

  • Circus

    March 27th, 2018

    Noise is the real god… Or evil, if you believe evil is omnipotent too. The choice is yours. You can easily make this choice if you’re not an invertebrate that I know you’re not. You may find it little difficult to make a choice if you’re an advanced primate and exposed to twenty-four seven ongoing debates, that I know you are.

    My first attempt to debate was in college in which I told a joke to everyone and came second. First was the girl who banged her fist on the podium to make a point and third was a guy who came up with statistics.

    Well, that was first legit attempt. I have made other numerous attempts at debate too, few of which were mainstream and others were mainstream because others said so.

    Numero uno being, what’s scarier? aliens or ghosts? My elder brother is a geek and he exposed me to this early trauma of being abducted by aliens. But I wasn’t retarded, who falls for stupid aliens coming from UFOs and abducting humans for clinical trials.  I was scared of ghosts who were apparently everywhere. From the bathroom to storeroom and I’m also hundred percent sure of the presence of one ghost which came on night dragging his sharpened wood on roads and whistling. Later I realized that the same ghost charged everyone in my colony of his talent.

    So for me, ghosts won and aliens lost… but one fateful day I saw aliens, and I kid you not, this particular debate came to an end with a tie.

    Although not all debates have the same end. For me SRK won over SK and Cake triumphed over ice-creams, I mean those were personal choices. And who cares what people are doing in their personal spaces. I mean having a personal space in our culturally clubbed country is a huge deal but still what you do in your personal time and space is none of my business.

    All debatable questions were occurring at their own speed and were taking their time but then suddenly I started figuring out how this world is functioning. How people are trying to make sense out of this perfect chaos and BAM! I lost my sanity. I realized how geographically, politically, economically, culturally, and-god-knows-what-ly divided we are.

    Now everything is a topic of debate and when I say everything that means everything. People have become fragile. Good old days of not taking offense to other’s liberty is a thing of past. The political discourse has made its entry into our lives. Answering allegations with allegations is a new way answering questions.

    All good things from past are either already exhausted or are have been made brand new by changing it fundamentally. Ideologies are subject to market risk and also subject to how much you love your life and peace.

    Homo sapiens are meeting every year to decide how the single source of essential resources should be used and then go back to exhaust it in a non-orderly fashion.

    And the only thing that we are being left with is high commodity pricing, polluted air, non-drinkable water and tonight on prime time…

     

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    May you find peace!

     

  • Nooze

    March 13th, 2018

    When I was in school “Kala Bandar” was a piece of news that everyone, in those days, wanted to consume. There were many news reports and police reports about it. Then there was this “Teen Mundi” Ghost which stalked the areas of Navi Mumbai. And last year it was some barber ghost which was after Chotis of innocent women sitting in the dark.

     

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    By Frederick Burr Opper – https://www.loc.gov/resource/ppmsca.29087/, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=57725977

     

    I was quite young when I realized that I have irrational fears. As a kid, I feared my Social-Science teacher. I feared that while invigilating he will turn his ass on my face. I feared Lucy Gray because my elder told me how she died and what she seeks from the kids like me, and NO, it was not like the way Mr. Wordsworth did. I also feared going out in my village because according to my grandmother there were bloodthirsty Chudails all over our village, in ponds, on pipal trees, under khatyias, inside wells.

    I was a timid child growing up but then one day while turning pages I stumbled upon Lucy Gray and my fear got converted into anger. I got furious about Lucy’s father’s decision. I mean Mr. Gray it was probably United Kingdom’s weather and were you dumb enough to not realize that it sucks.

    Well, this incident did something wonderful. I started looking for logical reasons behind the superstitious things that people said to me and I started looking for their reasons of saying such things to me. I became Littlefinger and showed my middle finger to my fears. The only fear or rather image that stuck with me was of the aforementioned ass.

    But when I came over this hindrance of irrational fear, which is so deeply rooted in our society, I realized that people do not make informed choices. I mean they do when it comes to purchasing a car or going to some salon but in case of news, they believe whatever comes to them first.

    The period I was referring to was before the time when these colony gossips and collective stupidity became a national thing. After the late-dawn of the internet, WhatsApp knocked down the collective conscience of our great humble nation.

    Now we are in an era where the “fake news” has been named the word of the year. Favoritism has become a part of the propaganda. And the universal adult suffrage is turned into universal propaganda consumerism.

    Matlab, Is it ethical for them to do so is a question for some other day. For now, we will have to become cautious about the news that we consume. We’ll have to become vigilant and not like my social science teacher, it’s not cool to put your ass on other’s face. And in the same way, it is not cool to consume only those facts that you pertain to. It is also important to know the other side of the story.

    Or as smart people have said, don’t react but respond.

    More on this later…

     

     

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