As sweet as it gets

Sitting on a lazy sunday afternoon i was mulling over what should be the "catch line" for my blog.. and i certainly dint want it to sound like some audacious telugu movie title nor some cliched stuff.. It took me a while but i was getting nowhere. The sun outside was not helpin me either. Just as i was cussin the sun, a thought stuck me, what if it rains.. far fetched, but guess what, just the thought of a rain-albeit virtual made me feel "happy"... not that i knew wat i was feeling happy about. The sun was still the same outside, may be it got just a lil hotter, and about the sweat, the lesser said the better....  but somethin made me feel better. Something it seemed to soothe me.. may be it was just the thought of having rain around.. Just then i knew what i wanted the blog to be named - "Sweet summer drizzle" It sounded nice, and had some peculiar touch, and i was happy.. but nevertheless forgot about it.. till yesterday...

i woudnt be exaggerating if i said that it was probably one of those afternoons wer u wdnt mind watching ZEE greek/latin if that meant u had an airconditioned TV room, and if u wer plain as unlucky as me u wd certalinly agree sitting was better option than lying down, (the lesser contact area the better ).. the sheer thought that there were 3 holidays (that meant no A/c workin spaces) consecutively helped me no better.. Even as i was bracing myself for more agony, i saw light at the end of the tunnel.. or should i say i saw "gloom" at the end of the "light".. trust me i have never rejoiced at a gloomy sight more than what i did yesterday, The sun suddenly was shown the "door" or rather should i say it was shown the "cloud",  the fact that my science teacher taught me in 8th standard that there is air everywhere was corroborated by the gentle breeze..  and what more, It rained.. man for all i could care, it poured... the sweet aroma of the earthern soil , the clattering of the those drops on every single surface was just rhythmic music to say the least... , every single creature around didnt move a muscle.. they just got drenched.. It was one of those moments where u felt u had the excuse to be a 8 yr old to break into a dance getting drenched... It was sheer ecstacy....   And den suddenly i remembered abt my blog title..

I have never named anything so apt ever in my life.. may be its a start.....  and am not complaining.... :)

The week that was that was... mmmm m lovin it

Oh.. ho ho.. wat a fantastic response to a "lazy man" resting in hot baking sun... So wat he just says he wdnt eat or drink anything... well thats precisely more than a million children say today.. just that unlike this lazy old chap they dont have a choice.. So why does this "fast" trigger such an anarchy.. Mr sharad pawar who am sure has an impressive collection of chairs at his baramati bunglow (right from the musical chair he won in 4th std.. to the toilet seat he replaced a few years ago..  - what if somebody occupies them ???.. Gud God.. he will go seatless... he certainly prefers shirtless to seatless) suddenly quits from some govt post, somethin to do with corruption i guess - oh for all those who think its a gud joke, plz i dont take credit for anythin thats not mine, this one was cracked by Mr PM... plz send ur "likes" to him.. (amidst all this suddenly Mr dalmia is seeing a chink in pawar's armour thro which he can see ICC president candidature.... ha ha .. keep dreamin Mr dalmia says pawar). This news of resignation was a massive massive shock to me next only to the news that mamata's paintings fetches 1 crore... last heard MF hussain is asking for instant burial, he cant wait to die...
comin back to our lazy chap.. guess widout eatin anythin, if he can move Mr pawar, cant believe what would happen if he was to gourge on "unlimited meals" in a south indian wedding.... Somebody remind him to check his mail box.. have posted a few invites already...

Hail lazy chap... :)

If only we had a leader

Writing jst on the verge of a potential psychological breakdown, i seriously feel why the fuck are we fooling ourselves in the name of democracy. If autocracy was a disaster, wat we have now in the name of democracy is slow poison, the more time taken, the more assured the effect is. In a glorious land where examples of valour and justice wer beyond comparison, a land where we set examples in human civilisation, the land where we had a religion which didnt need any war to establish itself, a land which had its worth weighed in gold quite literally, we suddenly find ourselves surrounded by blood sucking hounds waiting for the next pound of flesh, even if it may be from its own kin. The last few months have only made me loose the immense respect i had for a man who i considered as the architects of our swanky life style and a country boasting genuine dollar billionaires. A man who was one of the last surviving statesman, a rare breed among the hounds. But that was long gone. starting from the muted response to the spate of scams, the indifferent approach to the mass loot. Shamelessly admitting "ignorance" in appointment of sensitive portfolios, he might as well said it in open media he doesnt know what lies between his legs.

For me he is as good as an umpire who is afraid to show the batsman the finger when it matters the most. My grandmother who never went to school and never stepped outside her kitchen had better hold over the household than the most powerful man in the second largest democracy. Strong words it may seem but thats precisely the emotion running in atleast a million minds as of now. So helpless i am that i sit down to vent it down at the middle of the night in a godforsaken blog, just to avoid another fukushima within myself.

Saying all this i seriously seem to run out of options and solutions. To choose between the devil and deep sea, has been the name of the game every single elections and am ashamed to say the least that i have participated in this game every single time ever since i got the license. Wen countries geographically inconsequential and less populous than the most populated rural constituency in this country make confident strides in global arena, do we really deserve to rest on the laurels of 9% growth. Bullshit is the word i wd like to give back to pranab mukherjee for his and the govt take on corruption and black money. If the finance minister has the audacity to shield tax havens and requires the highest judiciary to spank him to turn behind and watch what's happening behind his back, he might as well exchange costumes wid his more vociferous counterpart from his homeland.

Even as i write all this there is a big bad feeling that nothin, i repeat nothing and nobody is going to leash these hounds and just a matter of fact when the last human bone is chewed, the proverbial dog eating dog scenario will start an anarchy, which may leave a couple of hounds left at the last to stand guard a big pile of worthless remains. For the first time my brain refuses to give me a single solution to how to get out of this bloody mess we have got ourselves into.

Am damn sure, the prime minister aint reading this blog, but trust me if i were him i wd not require a irrelevant guy's midnight emotional outbursts to realise there is indeed much more which lies, than what he feels between his legs.