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Stand and the world stands for you

Two girls were going to the university square. Another group of three boys were walking behind them. The 2 groups were not friendly. One could easily infer that from their gestures, the girls giving the boys an evil stare after every few seconds and a loud cheer of some objective’s accomplishment, a well-audible cheer by the boys after every such stare. Clearly, they were stalking and eve-teasing.

At one point, the boys came too close to overtaking the girls then the pot-bellied rascal among them put a hand forward telling them to check their speeds, so that they remain behind the girls. What leeches? They just get stuck at anything!!!! So stuck!!!

The girls noticing that they were going to persist at their tails, stopped at a shop on the pretext of having ice cream. The boys went a bit ahead and stopped at a recharge counter. After 10 minutes, as soon as the girls passed the counter, the boys were at their back again. The cheers, stares and comments continued.

As soon as the girls reached the crowded, bustling square; one of them turned back and yelled loudly
-“why the fuck are you following us? We aren’t whores like your sisters.”
The public couldn’t believe their ears and so couldn’t the boys. Things literally came to a standstill. People crowded and then among all numbness; “SLAP SLAP!!” on the face of the pot-bellied rascal by the loud-mouthed girl.

Soon the public evacuated the girls, zeroed in on the 3 guys and what followed was a long ragging session of the guys by the local goons of the square, who usually do the same heinous act themselves.

P.S.- Never expect anybody to stand and fight for you, if you are well capable of it and unless you stand for yourself. Just begin it and see how the public joins in the killing. Nobody in India misses on an opportunity to harass or hit a guy if chance provided. And also given the current rage of people against “crimes against women”, the ragging and harassment can be very entertaining enough.
However please don’t misuse this great weapon of yours.
Be wise on where to counterattack.
Be brave.
Shed inhibitions and
Live independent.

Yours femininely
Biswas Mishra

Earphones

My junior brother is in the 7th grade. He hasn’t yet been given a cell-phone. Not that he really needs it, because he is usually at home and doesn’t even go for tuition except going to school. So my parents have kept the fishy matter in the ice chamber. It’s unfortunate. I mean, I was given my cell-phone in the 9th grade. But now in the age of multimedia a cell-phone is necessary even in Kindergarten. Explaining it a bit further; in our age not every home had a computer to download music from songs.pk or “djmaza.com” nor was the average phone multimedia enabled. So we had to sit gaping at the TV flicking through MTV, Zoom TV or 9XM to listen to a song. But now the average minor uses the device as a music player (1st), alarm clock and watch (2nd) and calendar (3rd) and then for communicating.

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My parents are of the Stone Age. They don’t like to hear songs on their cell. So my brother quenches his thirst via my Nokia. At times I feel it irritating, because he leaps at the cell-phone whenever it’s not in my hands. If I put a security coded lock then he threatens to insert the wrong code 7 times and that virtually kills down the phone for the next 15 minutes (NOKIA users must be familiar with this.).And if I say no, he gives me a look as if he was a Nigerian famine stricken peasant and I refused him his share of the relief fund. As if, he was a hungry dog and I denied him his leg-piece. As if he hadn’t seen a cell-phone in his whole life. Such a display moves me from the inside and I feel pity on him… after all in a year or two he won’t even ask me for it. He is a real charmer …he will do anything to get his pie. But what I hate the most is the earwax that the surface of the earphones come drenched with after my brother uses them. I have warned him for it many a times but never had he heeded to my threats and nor had I taken the matter ahead. So it was also in the ice chamber….

On the Tuesday, a week ago; I was woken up in the morning by my mother. It was 6:45. I pleaded that I had gone late to the bed because I had to study for the internal that were just 8 hours later and crawled back into the blanket. But she had her own way and pulled over the blanket and poured a glassful of water on my face. I woke up brusquely to check if my cell-phone and my books were okay. The latter was all right but the former wasn’t there. I stormed off the bedroom to the bathroom, peed but didn’t find relief. My mother was giving a lecture on her favorite topic “Early to bed…… (You know the rest)”. I was burning with anger and I was afraid I could have charred my mother then and there. I didn’t want to hear a further lecture on “behavior with parents”. I just wanted to plug my ears with Linkin Park’s rock metal. So I desperately sniffed for my cell phone like a hungry dog. My brother had it. I just wanted to take that and go to the terrace at once, away from my mother.

But alas, the earphones were greased and smudged with earwax. I lashed at my brother. I was ready to smack him but he ran towards the kitchen. I chased him and my mother intervened to his rescue. She said I needn’t take out my anger against her on him…… So I took it out on the earphones. I flung them onto the shelves of the room full of attaches and iron trunks and rarely used things of the household. I wanted some loneliness, so I went to the terrace to say Namaste to the sun and to my math book.

While solving problems, I missed my LP. Every little noise, the clattering of utensils being washed, the hitting of clothes on the wash-point, the vehicle’s horn, some Odia Bhajan sang by the Namita Aggarwal (I fucking hate her. Bloody monopolizer) was blaring out of my neighbour’s tv, even the birds chirping disturbed me. I realized how addicted had I become to music. It was a means for me to achieve concentration. I dropped my pen and thought about it.

I concluded that I spent more hours of my waking life being plugged in. It was nice to be amongst LP, Greenday, Mozart, Beethoven, Kilar, and Kaczmerack and bolly tracks of course. But it also confined me within them. A creative man must think and for thinking we need food-for-thought. And to get such thoughtful diet we have to be a good listener and a keen observer. That’s what I learned from father. Well with me being plugged in, I could only observe and analyze the observation from my P.O.V. but now I could listen too (only somewhat via eavesdropping) and I was sure the inference would have a wider aspect ratio to it. So my ideas would be more vivid. See that’s the profit of thinking. You can turn an alarming reality to an opportunity. All is going to be well. I comforted my innocent heart…

Later that day, it felt uneasy on the way to college because I walk my way to college and music is my companion. I missed them but I decided to listen each and everything I was passing by. Near Paglu Bhai’s tea stall (it’s a famous place and you can Google it… kidding!!!) the laborers and the trolley-pullers were discussing about labor-wages. The touts in front of the electrical inspector’s office were settling a deal about some illegal connection with a mill owner. The cement godown’s shutter was raised that made such a loud thundering noise that I can’t describe it in onomatopoeic terms. It was too much for me. I decided I couldn’t undertake the 2.5 Kms journey on foot without my earphones. So I stopped to wait for an auto to pass.

As I was waiting for an auto-rickshaw to hop into, a horde of students came out of the roadside complex. It was “Algebra study center , probably some math geek tortured these kids there. The boys rushed out to their respective cycles as they would have to reach school. There was a variety of discussions; about annual sports, cricket, school drama, annual function, some girl named “Subhasmita”(I don’t know who she is, but she must be a pin-up. a group of 7-8 boys were talking about her dress in a hush-hush way only Indian boys do).

However there was one conversation that really pierced me. I heard a guy say to his friend displaying his new Rs.60 made-in-china stereo headset “Whenever my mom runs behind me like a monster, I plug these into my ears and sustain her lecture. These are really loud like mini-woofers.” The listener nodded in appreciation. I just laughed after hearing that and boarded my auto. I went to college the whole week via auto.

I went to the dept. picnic this Sunday. I terribly missed my earphones being trapped in midst of friends turned hooligans. Any way my Nokia WH-102 wouldn’t have been enough for those blaring loudspeakers inside the bus. I probably needed those made-in-china headsets that sounded like mini-woofers. After returning from the horrific tour, when sleep evaded my eyes at 1 am; I craved for some Mozart lullabies.

I thought about my earphones. I thought about how I treated my mother. I realized, in my parent’s generation, if you didn’t like a domestic lecture, you went out of the home and came back when you were all-right with yourself. That was good because the angry sides weren’t facing each other and the cool-down was quick and effective. But now, the mother keeps on delivering her lecture and keeps on shouting at us, while we plug ourselves in and sit down and stare at her unfazed like a rock. What happens as a result is that the anger gets multiplied and the cooldown never occurs at all. Then either your mom burns your earphones in the gas stove or she walks out on you frustrated.

I fell asleep

P.S.:-I woke up the next morning. I apologized to my mother (she had forgotten the entire incident. What a great mother). I thanked her for letting me sleep till 11 in the morning. I climbed onto the shelf using a tall stool and found my earphones lying between a tin trunk and an attaché. They had a thin layer of dust on them. An old biology diagram of the excretory system came to my mind, 2 black heads(kidneys)  and a long umbilical cord of black (I don’t remember the names of those blue and red veins) and a white metal shining tip(that’s the bladder and urethra). What a pervert I am, I thought to myself!!!! I hurried down. Plugged myself and lost into Kaczmerak’s “park on the piano”. It’s a great piece. Do listen on YouTube.

Yours Musically,
Biswas Mishra.

Special Kind of Morons

Yes, I’m the one talking. I’ve the assets that you bloody stare at. Do you think just because I own a voluptuous body, you have the right to be lewd cheapsters ? I’m not the one sending your testosterone level high. It’s your carnal instinct that surrenders to your crippled psych and it needs counseling very badly.

I want to talk about the ubiquitous reasons people give for a rape case. People are there and have bloody mouths that talk hell lot of reasons for why such cases happen in India. Following are the few reasons such big time (you know) HOLES give :

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I.            SONGS LIKE “FEVICOL SE”, “CHIKNI CHAMELI” etc. PROVOKE RAPE

The Delhi gang rape case had hardly become evanescence when the rape case of a 5 year old girl popped up. I just came across one such lousy comment in Facebook that stated “ Jabtak we have songs like fevicol se and chikni chameli, rapes will happen in india. Such songs should be banned.”

MY VERDICT : You are a lousy loser and a poppycock. If you have even something like pea-sized brain then just think and answer to me – “ rapes happened in 1960s even when women were fully clad and it constituted 44.28 % of number of crimes committed. In 2010, it came down to 26.54%. It has reduced dramatically over the passage of time. So shut your filthy mouth and turn off you damn television and die there moron. No one is asking you to enjoy “fevicol se” or “chiknichameli”.

II.  *WHISTLE* MINI SKIRTS AND LBDs

Few blame the attire of a girl as there nutsy brain perceives it to be a reason for rape. Stop being tharki you despo guys. One comment that I feel like throwing shit at says, “ Yaar ! ek ladkiyo aaj kal zyada shaane ban rahe. LBDs, miniskirts and dresses will definitely attract men and provoke rape. They should learn how to dress.”

MY VERDICT: You are a special kinda “sadakchaap” I don’t have words to explain. Do not you like it when your girlfriend puts on something sexy and walks with you? If not, do not you stare at other girls wearing minis? Do not say NO! If you do then I believe you do not have BALLS. A girl wearing minis does not make her cheap or slutty. It’s your crappy mind that can’t handle your “non-sexiness”.  Take out your eyeballs pervert! I’m not asking to you to see the minis.

 III. GIRLS BOOZING & FAGGING

A boy commented, “ Girls have lost their values. They booze and smoke and hang around with guys.”

MY VERDICT:   Dude ! You are a different and special kind of moron. Why is it wrong if a girl smokes and drinks and it’s not when you do ?is it because its “SHE” and not “HE” ? It’s my money and my life. Keep the freaking shitty comment in your foul mouth. Crap suits you!

 IV. HANGING OUT WITH GUYS

Someone wise please explain me why is it wrong to hang out with guys? All guys are not morons ! Someone trying to be over smart wrote , “ These days girls hang out with guys frequently. They should limit themselves to girls group mostly.”

MY VERDICT:  I wish whatever your cakehole blurted simply becomes the truth for you. May you NEVER EVER get a girl in your life because according to you they should limit to girls only. Wish Thor could throw his gigantic hammer at your tiny nutsy brain. Change your thoughts people. Grow up! You live in 21stth century and not 13th century. Survive the way it is or buzz off!

It’s not my fault to be a girl. I enjoy when people call me intelligent, beautiful and sexy. I bet you can’t find much adjectives for a guy as much as you can find for a girl in you lexicon. One who does not respect women is NOT A MAN. You should try to be an egalitarian. Have a wider perspective of how a girl is. Stop stereotyping.

MAY THOU LIVE & LET ME LIVE !!

                                                                                                                Yours sincerely,

                                                                                                                A Girl

Y U NO THINK

Morons

Some Nights…

All nights are not the same, all nights you don’t get the same cheery dreamy eyes or a blissful night sleep. Some nights you are just empty, drifting away into a sea of thoughts, lost in your memory searching for reasons of your existence and condemning yourself with all that you’ve got. We all have been there. Some of us are there tonight, some of us were yesterday and some will be there tomorrow. Whatever we feel in these nights is entirely not the truth but these nights help us realising various facets of our life.

In these nights as time passes by everything seems wrong in our lives. You dive into your mind and you find no “real” friends. You want to convince yourself that you are not alone. And in the process you end up texting all the important persons in your contact list. But this is not an ordinary night, is it? As not expected, no one replies. Even if a few do, no one even gets the basic hint of the pain you are in. - Read More -

Someone just blabbers away their day’s achievements while someone ends up giving you one word replies. So? After the futile attempt of establishing connection you get back to square one. No “real” Friends.

After this starts a series of flashbacks. You think about every rude thing anyone has said to you and with every hit your heart sinks a foot lower. You feel guilty, cheated and obviously all alone in this whole wide world. You think of the person that once said “Baby, I will never forget to tell you anything”, now doesn’t even care to tell she found her long lost love. The person who told “I am so addicted that I can’t live a minute without you” hasn’t spoken since the past three months. Someone who had said “Dude, You will be the first to see my girlfriend” has not yet informed even after their first anniversary. Friends have gone, people have changed. Family seems foreign, you don’t want to talk with anyone. Reason? “They won’t understand. They never do.” Without your realisation, your eyes get wet and remain so till you drift off to sleep.

These “Nights” teach us many things. They are basically the “Reality Checks” for our “Dreamy lives”. No one’s life is perfect. Yours is not too. People will change, situations will make them to. But life goes on, for basically two things: A few friends and Something that always remain constant, The Family. The ones that appear not understanding us remain right from the time we stand on our tiny little feet till the time we fall off them. And Yes Friends go, but a few of them stay. And our life is a hell lot better because of them. These “nights” make us feel “alone”, just to realise the importance of those few who stay…

Love your family,

And the friends who matter.

As they’re only ones who,

Will remember you after.

Life,Love,Friends,Family

Spoilt Brat & a Spoiling Brat.

Discretionary Disclaimer:

The characters, places, events depicted in this articulate creation are purely non-fictional which are solely based on non-fictional & fictional ideas & incidences. Any factual resemblance & relation, if intentionally or unintentionally found, to any of such characters, places, events, facts & figures, has to be purely coincidental. Also due care has been taken while conceptualizing the sensitive yet controversial stuffs & adult subject matter dealt while critically dissecting the insect of ‘getting spoilt’.

The pictorial representation, several content or otherwise depicted throughout the theme based for this articulate creation are for exemplary purpose & do not resemble any intentional connection to express support or show the brighter side of the other side of ‘being spoilt’ nor any attempt of spreading the word for creating awareness or some ‘issued in public interest’ kindda stuff.

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This yet again other articulate creation is not mere act to compile some glossy words to dump into sentences & further dozen full of sentences into paragraphs to make a stereotype abstract article as usual; prima facie, just to give a gist, before directly mixing up the words; instead, it’s a mere attempt to dissect & castrate the offensive, impolite & odious words which tends to cross down the grammatical framework & catch the attention of being odd man out.

In the recent weeks time, flooded with the news while scrolling by the newspapers, news channels, social networking sites & micro blogging sites; & even crowded streets in the name of ‘protests & agitation’ expressing shock, outrage & anguish through stage demonstrations, black dots, screaming in unison & raising serious concern by sustaining relentless pressure of tear gases, water cannons, lathi charges, pelting stones; for amending petitions, laws & legislations, action & justice against heinous crimes for the ‘voice to be heard & sought for’.

Undoubtedly, when it comes to ‘brat’; they are conveniently ignored & tagged to be having gone out of hands, being futile & beyond any scope for improvement & rehabilitation. The underlying fact lies that, almost each one of us are willingly or unwillingly & intentionally or unintentionally either spoiling, getting spoilt or just aspiring to get spoilt at some or other point of time. It’s presumably a human nature & intrinsic factor, yet, the decision to maintain, bend or simply cross the limits (of the so-called socialized & civilized society) at different points of time, rests solely with the self, at all points of time.

Perceiving from the point of view of not some mature creature from Mars (Men) or even Venus (Women); but just to take a glance in the capacity of being an amateur from ‘Earth’ (a planet in the solar system having reached beyond an over & excess carrying capacity & resource utilization). So getting back on the GPS network to hover from different nooks of the world & sustaining the intensity of the sensitivity.

 

For some, it may have been just sensational news to sensitize & rejoice for a while, topic for gossips, discussions & debates, an issue to sip over with cuppa coffee (concluding the conversation as ‘Bigade hue baap k bigade hua bete’), or just for the sake to raise the flags, holding placards & light candles.

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Give a break’……………………………………………………………..…Isn’t it something like  a daily soap which has been finely scripted & meticulously edited to add up spicy stuffs & twists of political turbulences, inflationary pressures, coal & gas allocations, spectrum allocations, scams & Swiss bank accounts, business & corporate lobbies, death sentences & their bail plea for terrorist activities, sequels & remakes of movies & albums, infertile & fragmented agricultural lands, inefficient policing, heat of burning money, outdated social norms, leagues & seasons of sports, political unwillingness, eradicating corruption, poverty, unemployment, power shortages  & such macro level hurdles, rising food & commodities’ prices, economic slowdown, threat from neighboring countries & diplomat willpower of super power & developed countries, infant mortality & such countless & endless list of problems & deadly vicious circle of tribulations. It’s just like the cassettes of episodes of Jessica’s brutal killings, aarushi’s murder, aruna shanbaug case, scam & fraud cases (CWG, Spectrum allocation etc etc), ‘bill against corruption’, which were in the spotlight for chewing the TRP factor for some couple of month’s time & such case files are either pending or simply wiped away in the light of other innumerous breathtaking news; & contritely innumerous & infinite cases & incidences which are not given heed of still do exists & prevail fearlessly.

With the very inception of a sperm into the process of forming a baby in to the womb; the struggle of that baby begins to adjust & adapt with the environment. With fumbling words & seeking attention of everyone, struggle to balance & walk over owns feet, later, to socialize & behave with utmost discipline & manners & running in the competition of being an ‘all-rounder’. As the process of cocoon progresses; the upbringing & nurturing (of values, ethics, morals, principles, cultures & even lot more stuffs) blends together & is hammered until the screws are tightened from time to time from peers, friends, colleagues, wards & guardian, relatives, family members & such endless creatures. Such baby is just exposed to let face the intricacies from the outside unsafe world of the vultures & sharks hovering to pounce on their dreamland.

Prioritizing the ‘need of the minute’ & keeping aside the ‘need of the hour’; is to introspect at least once & confront the cause & effect conflict. With the simple thumb rule, that an individual being a social animal; strives to socialize & form   a group, advancing to community, society, village, district, state, province, union territory, country, continent, world, planet, solar system & just beyond the universe. So, if the universe has to sprout from a particle of individual; then it is indeed a requisite of the minute to ‘introspect from within’ to know where to lead & how to lead the way.

The underlying fact of this articulate creation still dwindles & lies on the thin line of difference of perceiving the mindset of individual. The contaminated thoughts which leads to contaminated deeds; requires just a matter of self control & self realization to refine & filter out the stains of conspiracies & ill fated criminal activities. Undisputedly, self control & self realization aren’t just some sessions & chapters from the thesis of philosophy or mythology; nut a means to live & let others live. Yet, why it has to become so sensational; getting onto the nerves, unless & until it gets into an episode on that ‘idiot box’ or even some techno gadgets like tabs & notebooks. Overlooking the severity of physical & mental assaults, eve teasing mischief’s, honor killing, dowry blackmails, domestic violence & countless social stigmas (which are conveniently & blindly witnessed inside the shut doors, behind the curtains of the closed windows & hell lot hide out places & open public places). Ignoring the ‘cause’ will sooner or later instigate the ‘effect’; which may have its own self destructing & devastating exploitations. The helpless & gone cases of ‘brats’ are then forced on to follow the footsteps (on the tunes of ‘duniya ne humko diya kya, duniya ne humse liya kya…..) to fly in the smoky air, hooking, drug addiction, alcoholic beverages, dirty politics, snake bite, addictive porno stuff, hangovers, heavy puffs. They aren’t just spoiling their own lives, but gradually spoiling the lives of the ones who are connected & attached. Resultantly, the opinions, comments & approach are getting worse & pathetic (for & by) the opposite sexes & for the very extremes even about same sex creatures.

In the bottom line of this turbulences, weighing the best between two extremes is quite a simple effortless task; but then weighing the best out of two or more stuffs having similar characteristics (good, better or even best stuffs & in contrast, bad & worst) lies the real effort to scrap the second best opportunities & other alternatives. Spoiling the ‘cause’ will definitely spoil its ‘effect’ as well.

~Thank You~

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