CITY OF POIGNANT POSES

Drft...Wud

Its not my home....
it's my city...
Never my own.

How it taught me
of an infinite loneliness
of cold rejection.

And how it left me to myself
for endless resurrections.

yeah ! it's a sexy city of ...a poignant pose
from whose blackness...a conscience rose

dedicated to the pani-wala of maidan (for such a strong pose)

FAT ASS -INDIAN PULP FICTION

DRFT...WUD

INDIAN FICTION :

• Hmnnnnnnnn..........
ppl now a days show nukes...at the drop of a hat ....i guess every...shopping mall in china, pakistan iran and our india..sells..it..as they might sell friendship bands or rubber condoms.......
Wow we are the son and daughter of a developed super power ...

I find my fellow educated Indian's shout .. no different...from rustic goons of ranvir sena in central indian badland...or so called denizens of modern times Bastille of Pentagon or Lubyanka .. who exist on exploitation and intimidation .

Hey world!!!........
most of us Indian u see in your country are also like that...
They are scared shit to work for their country...mostly u will find them sneering at fellow countrymen the less fortunate ones in India . They brag how illiterate the country is ,how corrupt it is,how there is dearth of opportunities,how exploitation is so rampant ...bla bla bla....

However when they were child born to some middleclass mother...they were given lessons on exploitation of the poor and women here ....there parents kept little kid as small as 5,6,7 YEARS away from their home...for monthly wedge less than 3 or 4 dollars..
They made them clean their dirty asses ABUSING them all the time...while the fat ass brats mugged up ..2 get into govt funded institutions....get fat degrees for throw away prices.....not that they are brilliant or something however they are expert copy cats...ferociously dedicated not to let the reigns of tyranny slip away from their hands...

Yeah they can pick up an ascent or a reverse engineered blue prints in a jiffy ...they work on template...never expect an original idea from them. They are simply incapable of such stuffs...they are like obliging pimps and would spread there legs at the drop of a shilling...

Naturally such CHEAP labor class are hired and pumped...so such frogs hop off to the western west..There fat parents...brag about it.....and en-cash rich dividends by selling this equity ...taking heavy dowry.

Some like the Hydrabadi and South indians and seikhs...have taken it to another level.These brilliant guys hunt for gullible juicy girlies ...weds them flashing green card, yellow card...wot not..
.gets the booty and after taking the juice out grill them...KENTUCKY FRY STYLE....

send charred remains to hapless parents.RED CARDS like those come in hordes every day in cargos cabin of flights bound to india..
marries again ...the game goes on...
Such are the pious indians who wont even hurt a cow.

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While on other side that poor child who used to work for that family grows up undernourished looks like an aged granny with 4 or 5 starving kids....and an drunk hubby rickshaw puller who has left her for another bitch.
For them the govt has shity education that they never complete....or health care where that fat boys friends are doctor .

They generally do a roaring pvt practice when on national duty for which they are payed handsomely.
He robs her clean to keep the US based pharma companies afloat ...peddling health care.
Racketeering is his full time job..a lifes work.....
He often shoots off to seminers abroad to give his big talks..and his discovery of virulent bugs on shanty shits.

While that puffed up PAPPU boy sits in an a/c office in some foreign locale .He really works hard to raise some money for those fat cats ...going ballistic with national pride ....bore u with super power shit and nukes.......still looking like a fresh lily..chubby cutie pie..

at the same spewing FUKUSHIMA about indias power.Our sardr PM cant get enough of those blue eyed kids...and lavishes exemptions after exemptions for his well beings...kisses his wet ass asks him to come home for sumptious dinners on pauper indians soup balls.He ensures his kiddos get the best education here at IITS and stuffs...offers important commities to show direction to our hapless nation.

He claims to have read UPANISHADS…and chants hymns to floor the house …He is a devout follower of a fraud called sai BABA or some other sex baba...from whom these successful men of substance draws divine inspiration

Such are the Indian middle class....When the wife get pregnant they go for ultrasono sex diagnosis.They go for female foetecide..in shady clinics…cos female are unwelcome.

.........NATURALLY THESE GUYS ARE SCARED SHIT TO COME BACK TO THE SCENE OF CRIME. ...

NOT ThAT THE LOWER CLASS WILL OBJECT TO THAT ...
COS revenge and JUSTICE CAN HARDLY B OF CONCERN ..WHEN YOU FIGHT EVERY DAY JUST TO KEEP ALIVE...INFACT THEY STRANGELY REJOICE the excesses of this morons its like a fairy tale in real time for them.
The fat asses knows it savours every moment of there presidential visit here in India.This children of imperfection how ever never had the the balls to redress this distortion so they scurry back to perfect worlds of others ,just as a criminal clandestinely visit the murder scene..........Paranoia strikes with belly full of indignation ...and when it gets too much they go fukushima at every one... when they really get angry ...they swear by Pakistani...and express desire to fuck some Pakistanis mothers...and some more civilized ones take the path of Ghandi and organizes candle march...with silly old fools like Anna hazare.Come back home bloated with content telling every one at the office the next day how they saved the country from doom. Even fake saint Anna gets hot at mention of that Paki place...bristles with such secret desires...
i guess stiff penis leaks in time.

Cheers …..BUNNY.....YA ...MIDDLECLASS
u guys rulz………
ur the rocket fuel of the emerging super power INDIA.
Yeah they are very modern.How ever it is always skin deep...some how it never gets deeper into the head ...how much you try cos mostly it is full of holy cow shit.


So world that’s the stuff we send you....
don’t feel disappointed..perhaps you guys are ...like that too......
perhaps THE STORY OF LES MISERABLES IS being played relentlessly from time immemorial.
And little Cosettes are born every day to wilt into wilderness of greed and indifference.

For ur info country man.
MY FB PROFILE AINT FAKE ……unlike some nationalist mickey mouses.
SUE ME I CARE A DAMN….COCKROACHES.
Change of winds or temperature dont perturb any more ..
I am no Pakistani cos I happen 2 b born in INDIAN boundary .Nor do i have a wish to get out of my well...unless the calling is bigger then thy self or my mother.
I am perhaps a HINDU.Not yet surely cos it's heck of a job...i am not sure i will make it..however i will try.I am appointed by the governor of Bengal,to act on its behalf and see to her people in accordance to my paper certificate..
which frankly is worth a trife. ..not that I care a damn about it.But strangely there is something about this job one can't ignore.



SO why shout like a fool ??
so many nationalist friends have asked thus


I dont know may b a bug got into my thick head..
maybe becos
I was a slob who slept 18 hours...still i stick to that..
may b i overslept and the bug got through
giving me a brain fever
making me act like a buffon



Since i am bugged
I find my self a constant around which every thing changes. Loyalties,state,kings, countries,day ,night,time, space and yeah also thought.

LIKE LIL Cosette OF "les miserables"



As she sweeps dirty floor with tiny hands ,falling asleep in a girly dream of castles in air with floors of cloud....so that it would be jolly fun for her to sweep.





THE BUG

so guys plz shoot the bug off
before more and more like me gets infected...
before it turns in to an epidemic ...
cos once the plauge catches fire there will b no FIRE EXIT

SO BUGG OFF !!!!!!!!!!!

DADA DIDIR BE

drft..wud

MA MATI MANUS ....AR TAKAR CHECHKI....
MOTA MOTA BAHIN CHOOT ....GORIB ER SHUTKI......
PAA CHATA LERIR.... BHUDHIJIBI JUKTI..
DUBIYE KOBJI...didir DECKCHI
SOPA SOP JARO BAHI ...FISH FRY ..BHETKI .
PET PUJO BHURI BHOJ...ROJ ROJ
HOLE TOBE ...bong deshe e MUKTI.
PAT SESHE MITHE PAN...AMBOL HECHKI...


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MONEY IS LIKE PENIS WITH WHICH YOU FCUK THE WORLD.
DIDI,DADA,BABU,MASHI,BHAI ...EVER BODY DOES IT.
FUCK AND BE
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SHAPES

drft...wud

i can touch the blackness of void
tie it up in knots
and give shape to the suspended eternity.
with a lone ray left behind
before u became light.

this was my first still life with light tight box

EN-MAI

JAPS .YANKEE & ME.... THE TRIBE


Japs & yankees must b mad to use nukes 2 light up neon signs...i guess the western philosophy to life is a reverse evolution...
One interesting trivia ...the so called primitives , Jarwas of Andaman , all survived the tsunami when it did hit. ..cos they can decode nature's warning...where as japs with all tech and gizmos couldn't. Not only that THEY added some thing even more disastrous.
We can use the above fact to open up a criticism to our current philosophy of looking at life...thats the problem we always are looking.We some how place our eyes superior then other senses .So even after so many years of evolution those senses are as still primitive even worse as the present disaster shows perhaps those have degenerated.So as we ape west we call development what we see.So hubble telescope , mass spectrometer ,in-vivo imaging,MRI,SPECT,CERN,SUPCOMPUTORS....bla bla are our notion of development............
phaps we have entered a blind alley ....phaps we as a race would b fooled by our eyes ...and never know other dimensions of truth. ....which might be so vital for humans as a race to make it to the end.so it's time to feel the air that brushes us or sun that smotes hear the birds & bees...phaps then we might understand something ...wroth living,and making it in the future times ahead. THUS EVOLVE TO SURVIVE THE REAL WORLD.
THAT ABOUT EVERY THING JAP AND YANKEE NUKES CAN TEACH
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http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6786476/ns/world_news-tsunami_a_year_later/
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TAKE A LOOK REVISIT THE ARTICLE
SPECIALLY THE PICTURE OF THE LONE TRIBE (Sentinelese) TAKING A SHOT
SAYING " GET OUTA HERE WE DNT NEED YOU buggas ON FAST FOOD

TREMENDOUS PICTURE EVERY TIME I LOOK AT IT
I FEEL SAD ....BELIVE ME I FEEL IT FOR MYSELF
NOT FOR THE NAKED ONE ON THE BEACH WITH A BOW...
AT LEAST HE HAS KNOWN LIFE...WHICH I WILL NEVER DO..
I HAVE BEEN DOOMED. A DEAD BORN

STORY OF EN-MAI
En-mai, the Jarawa boy who was found in July 1996 in Middle Andaman with a broken leg, having fallen off a coconut palm. He was brought to hospital in Kadamtala by the Indian official who had found him. The local population (very few of which had ever laid eyes on a Jarawa before) came in large numbers to crowd around the terrified boy in his bed and stare at him. En-mai recovered and was returned to the jungle on his recovery, laden with gifts. He then disappeared for a while.

He must have been talking to his friends, for on 21st October 1997 a first group of Jarawa materialized in front of terrified Indian settlers to demand food and gifts. They were given bananas and coconuts and left. More and more often larger and larger such "hunting-gathering" groups appeared with rising demands. The groups consisted of young males, no girls or older Jarawa have been reported.

Prim Indian housewives were terrified at finding completely naked male strangers on their doorsteps, menacingly demanding gifts and food and helping themselves if not given something at once. The Jarawa clearly had learnt during governmental "friendship visits" that the fruits of civilization were free and for the taking.



Not all Jarawa visits ended peacefully: a group of 30 attacked a police station in March 1998 for unknown reasons. On that occasion it is said that 600 blank shot were fired at them and one police officer remained paralysed after receiving an arrow shot. A horribly embarrassed administration was trying to keep the lid on this story, especially to the foreign media.

In December 1999 En-mai brought his sick wife Jalla into Kadamtala hospital for treatment. She recovered. Between 1999 and 2004 the Jarawa and the Indian population clearly began to get used to each other and incidents became rarer.

En-mai was often seen among the Jarawa visitors. He became the pet of the Bush police who allowed him 2 b photographed and even interviewed by visitors for substantial gifts to themselves. En-mai also began to wear western teenage-style clothing, right down to the reversed baseball cap.

One astute observer noted that after En-mai had returned for a while to his parents in the jungle he seemed 2 be sad and disturbed, although he would not say why. Later reports claimed that the older people did not approve of the youngsters' shopping trips 2 town and that there were tensions between the generations.

After 2000, En-mai briefly became the centre of a cargo-cult like "movement" - he could produce the "friendship goods" that the Port Blair government was providing for the Jarawa. En-mai also was accused of having murdered the man he suspected 2 be the lover of his wife but nothing came of it. Clearly, contact with the often quoted "civilized mainstream society of India" had not been good fr poor En-mai, nor for the Jarawa people as a whole. The Jarawas seem to have realized this sometime in 2003 or 2004.

En-mai clearly is a born leader. He had been leading the "going 2 town" movement - and he seems to have been a major influence behind stopping it. It was rumoured that being a married man had made him "conservative". In 2004 En-mai was among those behind a new movement among the Jarawa: back to the jungle, self-sufficiency and little contact with the outside world. Interviews with Jarawas after the tsunami did not do much to clarify what was going on among them. Only one thing was clear: they had decided nt to talk with outsiders anymore and to have as little contact with thm as posble. They also refused point-blank to explain how they all survived the tsunami. There were no Jarawa victims - but plenty among the Indian settlers. This display of self-confidence, political and social maturity on the part of the Jarawa is nothing short of astonishing. So much for "primitive savages" against "advanced civilization"

STORY SUMMERY

AS OUR LUST GROWS & KNOWLEDGE BECOME DISTORTED.
WE CREATE MULTIPLE ILLUSORY WORLDS FOR US.
WE FORM ,GROUPS,PARTIES ,BROTHER IN ARMS ,
CONGLOMARATES ,CORPORATES ,
REPUBLICS...CPM'S & TRINOMOOLs , ...
ENMAI'S AND CIVILIZED.
we are no more humans but selfserving units like cells. This cell like behavior ...creats chasms so that we dont recognise one other any more....so we were friends sometime ago now i happen to be doctor other an administrator or buisness man..or a rickshawala.
a YANKE...A JAP...A PAKI
no longer a race but metamorphosed into one unrecognisable unit
So EN-MAI'S FLEE ....
A CHASM UNBRIDGED
WELCOME TO REVERSE EVOLUTION GUYS
WELCOME TO THE ROAD OF UNICELLULARITY
WHERE A SELFISH AMOEBA WAITS
WITH IT'S PSEUDOPODES FLAGELLATING

...............HAPPY DREAMS OF A BLUE OCTOPUS.................