Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog...... Its too dark to read.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Shootout at .....lets not call it Wadala

The place I used to stay earlier had a boys hostel right in front of it. The boys ages ranged from 17-25, not that it mattered to me, but it did matter for a few female friends residing in my building. It was much later that I came to know that the girls put a cheap binocular and  a desi telescope to good use in order to spy on these unsuspecting boys.

The boys of course had no clue about this and went on with their half-naked hostel life. Most of the times all the girls could find were a few pot-bellied, spectacled boys roaming around showing off their family packs. Once in a while they would find a guy with a decent body and would end up ogling at him like when a predator sees a prey after a lo...ong time.

I hope they haven't taken any controversial photographs of the guys. I don't want them to feel traumatized knowing the fact that they have been used by these girls without even them knowing (yes obviously they would've felt better if they knew).

As a return gift to my female voyeur friends, I have confirmation that they too knew who stayed where (I am only talking about the girls) and they too had a guy on duty with binoculars to give them regular update on "viewings".

So much for injustice on women. Men, we are being targeted.

P.S : I just heard that on reading this article a few hostel guys recognized whom I am talking about and they have already ordered a set of used weights from OLX, for their workout....for a better visual treat. 

Disclaimer : Any views or opinions presented in this article are solely those of the author and do not necessarily represent those of the females mentioned above. If you are not the addressee mentioned in the above article you my please forward it and let the actual party know about it and let hem know they might become famous.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Happy Wedding Anniversary Mom & Dad !!!



I have an affinity to the concept of a "love marriage". It is because I had a first hand view of how a love marriage should work, right in front of my eyes. I have been seeing and experiencing it for the past 13 years......I say 13 because before that I was more interested in cartoons and chocolates. But when puberty hit and the hormones jagruk hua...thats when I realized there's something called as love.
My  initial thought process was that love was based on looks and it further led to marriage and then I found out that Shakti Kapoor was married, so that thought process was shut down with a bang.  It took me a while to realize it was mutual respect, admiration and the ability to adjust that contributed to a successful marriage. I would also attribute it to the husband's fear of his wife (believe me I have seen it).
I have seen my parents holding onto each other in sickness and in health.  
 
A few changes observed in their personalities post marriage:

1. Dad left alcohol for fear of not being allowed into his own house by mom.
2. Mom started tolerating vulgar jokes cracked by dad and me.
3. Dad's pre-marriage "figure" represented poverty (the thin malnourished look) but post marriage he successfully developed a belly (which represents prosperity)
4. Even mom had a malnourished look before marriage but people didn't feel pity until she was pregnant. People say she looked like she was carrying triplets but were surprised when only one big human was retrieved.
5. The last but best surprise was that their kid turned out to be "taller, stronger and sharper" than them and no this was not because of horlicks.

Being married for 26 years is a huge feat but to remain in love for such a long time is an even bigger achievement. I wouldn't call it a miracle because it was  a constant effort from both parties to keep this relationship going strong.
I can only pray that I would do justice to my marriage(whenever that happens) and be as lucky as both of you.

Happy Wedding Anniversary.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

BORED

I have the interest span of a child
One moment I watch the news and the next moment I turn to Man vs Wild
My interest wanes with a snap of a finger
Even "hot scenes" can't force my thoughts to linger
I am ill, something has affected me, I know it
Medicines aren't working, not even a bit
Boredom has settled it, somebody kill it
The fact that I am lazy isn't helping a bit
My friend tells me to talk to a girl
It'll be fun, like the McDonald swirl
The conversation is off to a good start
I am gonna gift my friend a pop-tart
Five minutes later, in frustration I roared
Coz she asked me," Why do you sound so bored?"