sainaba's story..

Abdu had taken to weeds,.No, he was not a gardener, by profesion he was a butcher. He had a small shack which he used as his slaughter house,but now stray dogs sleep there.. He had found a new dealer, who sold grinded poppy leaves. After all poppy was abundant in Kabul. Its not like abdu was a gentlemen before the dealer came to town. His wife had taken to begging two years back itself. Their five kids included four girls. The eldest one was the most beautiful. The only one who had studied till fourth grade. She was sixteen now. Abdu cared only for her in the whole world.


One day the drug dealer stopped coming to his usual tea shop.The villagers thought Abdu had gone mad. He bet his wife uncontrollably. He threw all the pots and dishes outside. He thrashed the youngest one, the boy. He never hit his girls. He threw a big tantrum, he wept, he bit himself. After all this noise,when he was lying outside his hut his wife came out and told him, his eldest daughter had eloped. Sainaba had eloped with the drug dealer.

This news had a profound impact on abdu. He wept inconsolably.



He went to his shop , cleaned it, cut open his only remaining goat. He did not return home for two days. He worked in the carpenters shop for extra few shillings. He avoided speaking to everybody. The fifth day sainaba returned, with bruises and burns all over her body. Her long tresses now looked like a hen’s feathers. But she went missing again the next day. The villagers didn’t know what had happened to her. They also didn’t know that some among them had eaten a part of her for dinner. But abdu’s wife knew everything because among the left over meat in the shop, which abdu had bought home for the youngest boy was a small ear-ring which she recognized.

To The prime minister, with not-so-much-of love...

Dear Mr.Prime Minister,


I am writing this letter with utmost sincerity to this nation as well as immense respect for you. I didn’t want to write this to Mrs. Sonia Gandhi since its your post which spells P.R.I.M.E Minister. I just googled and went through the resumes of well known personalities in politics , economics and some other fields. Not to flatter you, but I couldn’t find one which would match your exemplary CV. Sir, then why is it that you are keeping mum all the time. Even though you have very small eyes and you are aged, I suppose you can see whats going on around you. Dear sir, the so called dignitaries in your cabinet is looting and plundering this nation. Please do something. If you are not able to increase your kid like voice, then please ask your madam to do it for you. I have also heard that the unaccounted money in swiss banks of indans can pay off all the debts of this big nation. Is that true sir? If yes why don’t you atleast release their names? If your hands are tied , atleast we can hire somebody to pelt stones at them. Hope you saw the disaster in Japan. Are you planning to do something for the safety of our nuclear plants.? I also have one suggestion on the arms deal which you very fondly pursue. Even if we buy all the third rate arms and ammunitions from developed countries and become the number one consumer of nuclear products, do you really think we will win a war, incase it happens? Really sir, r u so optimistic?

Its true that you were born in present day Pakistan and you feel we are all part of a single brotherhood, but sir most of this nation do not think in similar lines. Its after a long time that someone who have passed college has taken the premier position of this country, we had high hopes in you. But you shouldn’t feel pressurized. Its us who should be blamed, how can one billion people pin their hopes on an old fragile Punjabi man.

I don’t think the sardarji jokes are completely false. Do you sir?

Sincerely

A citizen.

Sidhuu...

Last night, sometime around ten o clock, I was in the bed getting ready to doze of, when I heard my other two roommate’s discussion.


Girl A : “I have decided the name for my kid., sidharth”

Girl B : “ that’s a good name”



So I stopped my effort to sleep and started thinking about the name. sidharth seems to be a nice name for a boy. I also want to keep that name for my kid. but then I thought if I keep that name for my kid, people will shorten it and call him sidhuu.. Oh no, I cant allow that to happen. A kid with the exact same name was my enemy at school. This guy studied at my school and failed a year, so his father changed him to a govt school. There he flourished and grew up to be a good ‘tapori’. He took revenge on me by having his friends call my name whenever they see me on the street. I informed my father but since I was in fourth or fifth standard, he cared less. So I decided to solve the matter myself. One day I got to see Sidhu’s father on the way back to school. I promptly went up to him and complained about Sidhuu and his group of twist-heads. After that I have not heard or seen sidhu. Later I came to know from my friends that his father send him to Aleppey to stay with his grandmother .!

So the name sidharth is out of question. Have to think of some innovative names.

terrorist me :-X

 
So I hear if you are falsely accused as a terrorist and if ultimately proven to be an innocent lamb, you can get compensation money of up to 8 crores. Yes, it’s true.

Dr.Haneef, a Bangalore resident, who was wrongly detained in 2007 by Australian police on a terror charge, was found to be innocent after investigation of three years and finally compensated with a sum of Rs.8 crores. After reading about this news , I am seriously considering the above option to be a wealthy ‘single white female’ ;)

The worst that can happen is you will not be proven to be innocent and therefore taken to Guantanamo Bay for detention, made to eat shit and dumped in the ice cold North Pacific Ocean where you will be eaten by killer whales and your bones will get stuck in some coral reef and at last you will end up in the collection of some marine biologist.

I started thinking about innovative methods to fool everyone into thinking that I am a terrorist. The only idea which was coming to my mind was to drive a plane straight into a skyscraper. But for that I should know to drive a plane, so that plan was aborted. The next idea was to act like a suicide bomber. But this image of the bomb accidently getting blown off becos am poor in math and I didn’t calculate properly kept coming to my mind. So aborted that plan also. Befriend a random Muslim on the street and pledge him my support. That did not seem fair, all muslims are not terrorists. So aborted that plan also. Make some statements criticizing governments policy on Kashmir? Who in the world is waiting for me to make statements. Sigh! After all these useless thoughts I came up with an idea. I have prepared a blue print also. Here is how you execute them step by step..

1. Message a friend saying Pakistan was the one who actually won the Kargil war.

2. Use my neighbour , retired SP’s contacts to make somebody tap my phone.

3. eventually by seeing anti india comments on my messages, police will come to arrest me

4. investigations start on my alleged links with laksher-e-toiba

5. maybe I will have to stay in tihar jail for a few months.(nothing to panic there, I heard its actually fun there, what with video games and campus recruitments and stuff)

6. consult a lawyer and fix him to fight for my innocence(maybe 1 or 2 crores will be lost as his fees)

7. finally win the lawsuit and settle for an out of the court settlement with an undisclosed amount.

What say!

Sad, poor Indians!!

Why a revolution like in Egypt is not possible in India




1. By the time we get ready to overthrow one evil man, another one props up and we are confused!


2. those who step out wont reach decided spot on time due to traffic.


3. no place to accommodate all of us, those possible squares are also under redevelopment


4. even if we mobilize every1 somehow, at the last minute some states would want everyone to raise slogans in their language only.


5. CBI would start investigation and take another 50 years by which time we would be dead or in wheel chair!


6. atleast 50 among us would turn out to be suicide bombers.


7. all of us would want to take a break in between for the world cup and then the IPL.


8. Some evil men like B’glore CM, would perform witchcraft against us and all of us would turn into frogs.


9. a stampede occurs and we are all dead.


10. people just keep writing about these things in blogs and actually don’t do anything substantial about it!


(again inspired by the same worthless paper)

The only important news that has cought my attention this week is , no not the Raja of corruption, but it’s Monalisa. She has been in news for all the wrong reasons. A new set of researchers has claimed to have found out the secrets behind Monalisa and her intriguing smile. For those ignorant there has been many theories running around on who was the actual monalisa, some say


1. davinci did a self portrait (he wanted to see himself as a female or what!!)

2. it was his secret lover , wife of a wealthy merchant

3. his own mother

4. just a model and etc etc..

But the new news is that monalsia was the gay lover of the painter . Duh!!!!

There falls the admiration :(  Arent these people annoying, why would they want to drop something out like this. Now everyone seems to be gay. Ya seriously, I was sort of ready to die for ricky martin, and then one fine morning he declares that he likes only men. And I’m almost sure that Karan Johar who has made immemorable romantic movies is one among them. Lets come back to our dear monalisa who is been sittng there with folded hands and a sly smile which says get the hell out of my sight u morons ,don’t you have any important work to do, go save the planet

So who is the dude , lucky one eh?

The head of the research team Mr.Vinceti says he is Gian Giacomo Caprotti -- aka Salai -- an apprentice and a longtime companion of Leonardo's. Caprotti worked with Leonardo for more than two decades starting in 1490.

I have nothing more to say. His life , his choice.   : |
Now you got what that enigmatic smile means right? :)

Annie in black and ridhima in red :)

Me in the dark :(

So going out with friends can after all be fun. I had a superb Sunday with my roomies.


I am not known to have a cordial relation with my roommates, yes i am a saddist. Sigh!

But hey its no fault of mine. They should know the rules of sharing a room.

This time its different, I can say I have shedded of my childish immaturity a bit and made myself an affable roommate. (eyes blinking!) .So my roommate ridhima (who has become a dear friend in a short time) got engaged and it was her treat. We (that includes me,ridhima and anie) had planned our outing on Saturday but for these stupid morons called politicians, it was called off (it was a bandh ).

Sunday was a sunny bright day suited for a pleasant outing. First we went of to see a film in a multiplex. How did that cinema get into the category of multiplex is still a puzzle for me. Our poor theatres in kerala has a much better standard than that garbage strewn place. The film was like a sambar gone sour ( for those wondering, sambar is a south Indian dish) . But it was ages that I saw a film, so sat through the entire thing munching tiger biscuits. Yes you read it right, tiger biscuits indeed!! Ridhima had a packet in her handbag, and morever popcorns a pack costs 100rs. So after the film we went to a restaurant called Golconda chimney for lunch. I had mutton mughlai and steamed rice. Hmmm it was so yummy! (The photos are from there. ) eventhough the taste was superb food was served cold(pun intended!) .Ridhima even asked the server whether their oven was out of order. He stood their blinking his eyes not knowing what to say. After filling our stomachs to a point where it will burst, we started our journey for the most exciting event of the day, shoppingggggggggg.............

There was sale everywhere and it was a mad rush. We bought few things and returned at night. It didn’t get over there, we had a fashion show inside the room. It was fun to laugh and to be like a kid again :)