Tee Da Dee with Mr.Monkey!! "M.O.B. - The Ruling Class!!"

Q: Mr. Monkey I have an interesting question for you today!
A: I do not know about the question you have, but your interest definitely interests me.

Q: What do you think about the MOB?
A: Well I don’t think, I am convinced that they don’t think.

Q: Ah yes you are convinced about that, huh? But what do you make of them?
A: A Majority of Bastards make the MOB! That’s what I make of them!

Q: Oh Mr. Monkey isn’t that a bit too harsh a statement to make?
A: Nothing compared to the statements that this league of idiots make every other day by their unanimous decisions on the fate of this country.

Q: So you do not believe in the MOB or its ability to rule?
A: No!

Q: But the MOB is the majority, no?
A: Sadly yes!

Q: And Democrazy is a rule by the majority, or the MOB! What about that?
A: Democrazy is the tyrannical rule of the manipulative and powerful faction over an intelligent and esteemed minority using an idiotic and scrawny majority which is the MOB.

Q: So you do not believe in Democrazy?
A: Oh yes I do, I do believe in Democrazy! No question Democrazy is real, question is what do I believe in it for?

Q: And what do you believe in it for?
A: I believe it exists as the one true justification in all of man’s history to prove that man does not deserve to rule anything, the least himself.

Q: A society that does not have a ruling class or a governing body?
A: Yes!

Q: Can such a society exist, Mr. Monkey?
A: No! It cannot!

Q: But Mr. Monkey what do you mean by that? You just made your point a while ago that democracy or any rule by man over himself is not viable.
A: Right I just did that.

Q: So what do you propose then?
A: I do not propose anything, what makes you feel that I have something to propose in this regard?

Q: Mr. Monkey but what about the fate of man?
A: The fate of man, well I say let the mob decide that!

Q: Mr.Monkey I am confused. On one side you are ridiculing the MOB and on the other side you are letting them rule over you?
A: Yes!

Q: But why? Mr.Monkey I do not understand why?
A: Coz for as long as I am alive and not ruling, or until I die trying to rule, am being ruled any which ways. So then why not be ruled by the majority that knows nothing about ruling at all?

Q: Mr.Monkey that was brilliant, if being ruled any which ways, then why not be ruled by the one’s who cannot rule at all? Brilliant.
A: Yes ironically it is so!

Q: So Mr. Monkey any last thoughts for the MOB? The ruling class?
A: Yeah! Just rule, don’t think or you will get yourself into unnecessary trouble!

Tee Da Dee with Mr. Monkey: NG-Ores!!

Q: Mr. Monkey, what is this NG-Ores?
A: Where did you hear that?

Q: I recently read one of your interviews in a national daily, and you had mentioned about this NG-Ores.
A: Ah! Well it’s the new age socially-accepted and legally-certified Not-for-Profit Sexual entertainers.

Q: Like what?
A: Like a Not for profit licensed sexual entertainer. A NG-Ore my friend.

Q: Wow! Like who?
A: Like me and you my brother, like me and you.

Q: Mr. Monkey, that is outrageous.
A: Well why is that?

Q: Well Mr. Monkey, how can you state something so baseless?
A: We bare our skin in public, don’t we brother? We sell our flesh for glam and fame, have pre and post marital relationships, share bed with random people, display snaps and videos of our sexual adventures in public, encourage sexual independence for public acceptance….you want me to add more to prove my point?

Q: But Mr. Monkey sexual independence is legal and social because we understand the importance it plays in a society. So how can you claim something so demeaning like that?
A: Yes Of course, I understand, I never argued against it, did I?

Q: But Mr. Monkey your claim is simply baseless then, isn’t it?
A: My man, just because our society has come to point where we cannot but socialize such things doesn’t mean that we need to sanctify it, do we?

Q: I did not understand your point Mr. Monkey?
A: Any boy or girl who is into a sexual relationship before marriage is a whore, any girl who bares her skin in public is a whore, any celebrity who sells his or her flesh is a whore, and wedded individual who entertains anyone other than his or her partner is a whore and so on and so forth.

Q: Mr. Monkey, but I canno…
A: And the point here is that none of these individuals sell or buy sexuality for giving or getting profit, don’t you thing a boy or a girl in a pre marital relationship has expenses to maintain the sexual engagement? Girls who bare their skin in pubs, streets, parties and other public and private gatherings, don’t you think they spend for their beauty and earn from their beauty, in kind and deed? Do you want me to go on……..

Q: Mr. Monkey, its not that you don’t make sense to me, but are you saying that we are all whores?
A: Yes, coz we all sell and buy sexuality which is legalized and socialized, to run our sensual life on a break-even mode.

Q: Incredible, Mr. Monkey, so we are NG-Ores? All of us, according to you?
A: Yes, a socially-accepted and legally-certified Not-for-Profit Sexual entertainer.

Q: Ha ha ha…Mr.Monkey, you are crazy. Anyways thanks for your time Mr.Monkey, so how much do you break-even usually?
A: Well enough to save and buy Pink-Chaddis for the people who claims that NG-Ores are not all that cool. But I think we are….aren’t we?

‘Harassed by wives, 22,000 men have committed suicide’

Express News Service Tags : Save Indian Family Foundation, chandigarh Posted: Friday , Nov 20, 2009 at 0203 hrs Chandigarh:

The issue of harassment of men at the hands of their wives has reached an alarming state in India. So say, the representatives of Save Indian Family Foundation, an association claiming to fight for “the cause of Indian men”.

Citing select statistics, observations of the Supreme Court of India, contemporary movie references and some deeply disturbing real life instances, the organisation, which held a press conference in Chandigarh on Thursday, claims to highlight the issues of gender discrimination in India and harassment being faced by aggrieved husbands and their families. The organisation’s speakers said that in the last few years, 22,000 Indian men have committed suicide due to dowry law harassment. During the same period, around 6,800 married women ended their lives.

“This is not data collected from random sources. All the statistics we are citing have been gleaned from the National Crime Records Bureau,” claimed a spokesperson of the organisation. In the last three years, around 7,000 Indian husbands have been put behind bars without any investigation, he said. Over 68 per cent of them were later found innocent. “What is appalling is that in case of 22,000 suicides by men, only six cases were registered against the wives,” said Vikas Kapoor, an activist of the organisation.

The conference also featured two first hand experiences of harassment. In one case from Saharanpur, a family narrated its harrowing experience, where their son married a girl, who, as was later revealed, was divorced and claiming maintenance from her former husband. When the family objected, the girl levied allegations of dowry harassment against the entire extended family of the boy. The matter was resolved only after a hefty amount was paid to the woman in an ‘out of court settlement’.

“The legal authorities and the administration are biased towards women to such an extent that they are totally oblivious of the pain faced by men. Even the Supreme Court has recently observed that the newly formed Domestic Violence Act is full of loopholes and needs to be rewritten. Certainly, the court has been sensitive enough to anticipate the probability of its misuse. But our police and other authorities don’t show any concern,” said Arun Kumar, another activist of the organisation.

P.S. : Quoted not authenticated!!

30 Secs of Tee Da Dee with Mr.Monkey

Q: Is the world a good place to be in?
A: It is the best place to be in followed by Mars, Jupiter and Uranus.

Q: Can it be made better and How?
A: Yes it can be made better by feeling better about it.

Q: A second option?
A: You can make it a better place by trying to make it a better place.

Q: What can be done?
A: Create a Revolution.

Q: Who can create a Revolution?
A: Anyone, you, me or them.

Q: How many men would it take to create a revolution?
A: One man, like the one who had accidently dropped the burning matchstick.

Q: What did the burning matchstick do?
A: It burned down the barn.

Q: So?
A: So the cattle went hungry and the land went dry and the people were left unfed and so they stormed the King's Palace.

Q: How did that make a difference to the world?
A: Storming the King's palace was an entertaining event and it became a tradition during summers in that country.

Q: And then?
A: And then storming the King's Palace became a summer tradition across the world.

Q: So that means one man can indeed make a difference to the world?
A: Yes, as long as he doesn't give a damn about making a difference to the world.

Q: Are there any other such examples?
A: The whole Human history is filled with such examples.

Q: Like?
A: Well take a guess….

Q: Thanks a lot Mr: Monkey! What are your final comments to the young generation?
A: Grow old. That’s the only way you would appreciate what it means to be young.

The Anniversary!!

I carried her in my arms as I walked down the narrow corridor that leads to her bedroom in our double bedroom apartment in the suburbs of Chennai. She was drunk and hammered as she usually is when she comes back from her corporate parties. She is a social drinker otherwise and these official parties drives down her spine all the frustration and politics at work which she cannot handle and which induces her into going overboard with her alcoholism. It is by choice and chance that I started keeping myself out of these late night sessions as my presence made her look even more ridiculous in front of her colleagues. So usually her driver picks her up from the party and drops her at home and at times even long after I have gone to bed. He has been with her family for over 25 years and is very attached to her, who is the only surviving family member beside her sister, Seema, who is studying in Canada. So it’s him who usually collects Rema, who by then would have spread herself all over the party floor, and brings her home in one piece. There have been times, when he has had to wrap her in her sari or shawl or even in the spare blanket that he keeps in the car to avoid the humiliation and comments from on-lookers at the party or the traffic cops on the road.

We do not share a bedroom anymore so I dropped her on her bed and decided to leave the windows open for some fresh air, instead of switching on the air conditioner. Her bedroom is on the right side of the corridor and faces the kitchen and mine is on the far end and overlooks the traffic ridden Mount Road. We used to share my bedroom from the time we got married 3 years back till last January, which is close to year back, when we decided to live separately under the same roof. It was supposed to be a temporary rift between our private lives which has from then on grown a world apart. We used to be socially together even after the rift in our personal lives, until that night in Oberon. It was on the valentine’s party her social networking group had arranged last February that we had attended together. It was in the same party that the Oberon’s guards saw her in depraved circumstances along with one of the Hotel employees on the terrace and they had asked us to leave the gathering. She was hammered as usual that night and though the Hotel authorities were ready to stand by us if we wanted to file a case of sexual harassment against the employee to restore their reputation, she disregarded the gesture completely. That was the end of our social life too.

I turned away from the window towards her and wondered why we were still married and why we are still together? She was lying on the bed wearing her black trousers and a shady blue cotton shirt, lost somewhere deep within her dark slumber. Only her upper torso and up to her knees were on the bed with her legs hanging down the side of the bed. Her eyes were buried deep inside her mind and her face was as expressionless as the wall. But I still loved her and I still adored her and I knew why, she still is the most beautiful woman I have ever met and even today she appeals to me more than anyone else I have seen. Yes she is as far away from me today as I am from Venus, and she is hardly a specimen of the person she used to be when I met her and got married to her, but I was still mad about her. Even in this state of intoxication, I thought, even in this state of decadence, she was still legally my wife and she was still emotionally my beloved. But it wasn’t just the alcohol and weed tonight, that fueled her state of intoxication, I had noticed that she wasn’t wearing her bra. Or rather it had gone missing, and it could have been any of her colleagues or anyone from her huge social network and maybe more. That’s what she has become today and I am still a silent witness to her descend.

And I do not for how long I shall will to be or for how long I shall be asked to, or which will precede the other and relieve me from my misery, but we have been together for 5 years now, and married for exactly 3 years, as of an hour and 35 minutes back. And it’s been exactly a year since we walked out of each other’s life emotionally and psychologically. Ironically I whispered ‘Happy Anniversary’ in her ears and kissed her forehead as I turned around and walked out of her bedroom. Just as I shut her door and crossed the corridor, I heard the message tone on my cell phone. It was an MMS ‘Happy Anniversary Ajit, it’s the first anniversary of our relationship and this is my gift for you, your angel, Seema’ read the text; it was a picture of just her tongue on my phallus. ‘A second message read ‘What’s that bitch doing tonight? Banging the security Guard?’. ‘Happy Anniversary’ I wished myself as I stood staring at my reflection on the window pane.

Endings and Beginnings..

Like every other day she woke up at 6 in the morning to the alarm and unlike everyone she knows, she didn’t put it on snooze. The water supply in her locality had selected this annoying time of the day for anyone who comes back home at 3 in the morning, and that too only for an hr did the locality get water. So there she woke up and filled all the bottles and buckets and she started cleaning the room.
The one room kitchen apartment of hers was big enough for her 7 medium sized bags that she has been traveling along since the day she left home, and knew it was for good. The corner of the room she loved the most was this huge french window and the view every moment she stood right there. Amazingly in the city which never sleeps she had got a place to stay where all you could see around was greenery, and that just compensated the rest of discomfort one feels coming from a middle class family of Kolkata and staying in a Slum Rehabilitation Bldg of Mumbai. She was quite accustomed to the city and the place and she knew she will never leave this place, this city at least.

She will never forget the view of him leaving her there in her state and going away from her for good. Not even looking back once, she was hurt that day hurt to an extent she would never recover, probably. She didn’t try stopping him once he was out of the room, she hated creating a scene outside her space and she knew that very moment that it was not going to work. It all started with a simple fight, they used to fight everyday abusing each other and then inventing new abuses so that the fights were not boring. They somehow felt the bond when they screamed at each other every time they met. People who knew both of them didn’t like her much or that’s what she thought, few cause of jealousy as she was lucky enough to have him and few simply thought she was not intelligent enough to be with him. But nothing mattered to her anymore; somehow she knew she was going to be here one day looking out of the window staring at the roads where she had last seen him, where she had last seen the car. The last day that they fought was about switching off the lights, she thought to herself and laughed at her own and his kiddish nature.
She gets ready for office and her interaction of the day as usual with the auto guy started with her uttering the word “Versova”..her office…today she was still stuck to the thought of his not being there, and she didn’t know why.
Did she still miss him? miss the 17 yrs of her life spent wit him? miss every fight she had with him?? He will come back and this time it will be she bringing him back to life and she knew it.

Elena....My Life!!

I wished her good night as I passed by her home last time. Last time she may not have noticed me for she did not respond, she did not reciprocate. I did wait, but she did not show up, either on the window or on the porch. I think I expected her to do that. But I had to wait; I had no other reason to survive, other than her in my life.This time I did not wait for her to respond. I did not expect her to show up. I did not even wish her good night. I know she won’t miss that, coz she is already home. Home that’s not mine and far away from where I am. But I will pass by her home every night. Every night from today until my desire for her dies in my heart or I die in my desire for her to be mine. They say she is no longer part of our world, but I don’t believe that. Or else why do I still desire for her? Or else why am I still passing by her home every night? She is alive, or at least the part of her that longed to be mine is still alive. Breathing and blossoming somewhere in some corner of this gigantic universe. I am not dreaming, I know that for a fact. Coz I can feel her every time I pass by her home in the night. Elena, my love, I can feel your life. Elena, darling, you still remain the only desire in my life. Wish you had known that before I died. Wish you had believed that before you lied.

The Eloquent King and the Elegies Crow!!

The Eloquent King and the Elegies Crow is a dialogue. The King's thoughts are well reciprocated by the Crow.


Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
I was born a King, my friend, and you were born a crow,
So greet me as your lord and reverence you should show,
I see all men as equal, and respect all forms of life,
But so are we as subjects of time, bound by our strife,
To aspire to live beyond our lifetime, and yet to strive to survive.
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
The greatest of Hills and the strongest of rocks, My King,
Are both made of grains of sand, like blots of the same ink,
The sea washes away, and the rains dissolve the same sand,
Yet we revere the Himalayas and shed blood for the other’s land,
To kill a son to save enough for another one; now that’s my reprimand.

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
Some of them die long before the battle is born,
And some of them die while the battle is fought,
Well there are a few, even after the battle’s long gone,
Who lives by the sword and just refuses to fall,
So now would you tell me who is the luckiest of them all?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Deaf are the birds, who sing only for the joy,
Blind are the birds, who sing only for the spring,
Stranger are the ones, still, who manage to crawl,
Into the warmth of their nests in the spite of the cold,
So now would you tell me who is the prettiest of them all?

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
The man with the lovely women has indeed many faces,
And the man with the dirty hand hold the many aces,
Still there are some men, who count the heads severed,
Before his sword is drawn and the justice is delivered,
So now tell me among them, who is the Captor and the Conquered?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Dried are the rivers that seek the ocean in the rain,
Barren is the land, in the sun that hides in the shade,
Still there are many hills, that veil the evening sun,
And salutes the ghostly moon in its nocturnal run,
So now tell me among them, who is the Sage and what's undone?

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
But I cannot rule in the name of the earth or the heaven,
And I cannot conquer in the name of my selfish Raven,
Yet I am the King of the peasants and the tribesmen, alike,
Of the mighty soldiers and the little children of the dike,
So ain't I nothing but a man of disguise, ruler of the pits and the pike?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
I am the child of death upon the rainbow of life, O King,
Like a song of melancholy in the fragrant fields of spring,
I am a widow in the eyes of tomorrow, a bride to yesterday,
A dark cloud in the empty sky, like the dusk at the end of the day,
And yet I am, O King, so brighter in peace than you are in your dismay.

Thus spoke the Eloquent King:
Watch me share the whole of my wealth with the needy,
And then teach me how to steal more from the greedy,
But when the curtain is drawn, and the casket is laid,
Will I be awed for what I’ve given? or what I’ve made?
With the stronger would I be remembered or with the lame?
Thus spoke the Elegies Crow:
Have you heard the eagle cry in its empty flight?
Have you seen the jackal grate in its lonely plight?
Or seen the donkey smile; or the owl out in the light?
So why bother yourself, O King, about the silent night?
Let it drift along in its own rhyme, this time it’s not your fight.

Maybe to aspire to live beyond our lifetime, and yet to strive to survive,
Let it drift along in its own rhyme, remember this time it’s not your fight.

Body and Soul

She frisked through the random thoughts in her neophyte mind as she combed her short blonde hair. Her morning was en-tranced by his euphoric touch. He said he loved her. He said he would miss her like how he would miss his soul! Funny she thought he should say that. She then kissed him goodbye. And she watched him sail away from her in his car. She would miss him too, she knew that.

Aloud she said, ‘If soul is regarded to be an entity independent of the body, and people miss its presence in their life, then why have I never seen or heard it? Why is it always so quite?
‘Coz it’s listening to you, all the time’.
‘Does this entity ever talk? I never seem to have heard its voice’
‘Of course it does. You don’t realize. You are always too lost someplace else’
‘Is it only me that seems to be oblivious about is existence? Or is it the same with everyone else?’
‘No, there are people who do feel its presence, but it seems it’s not normal.’
‘How stupid is that? How can that be not normal?? She was trying to push the comics into the side pocket but there seems to be a carton full of filth already stacked into it.
As in if you are staying with someone in the same house, then you talking to that person is in all sense normal. Don’t you think so? Then how come when this somebody is inside you and when you converse with it, it’s considered abnormal?’
‘They say it affects their health; affects their mind’s relationship with the body.’
‘Their soul seems to harm them when it comes in direct contact with them is it?’
‘Yeah they either fight or influence in such a way which that is believed to be harmful not just to them but to everyone around’
‘Well then I think I should be happy that I have you, coz maybe it’s because you are here and coz you have always been there, that I never felt the presence of that entity within me’
‘Hmm and yet even I exist within you’
‘But you don’t fight with me. I like you, you have always answered my questions; you have always supported my emotions, my thoughts. I am fine, my health is fine, I love talking to you’
‘I love you too Michelle, and now you better get going, or you will be late for office again’

Michelle checked her eye liner in the mirror and got up from the chair. It’s already 9:30, and she needs to rush.

The Child!!

The lovely adorable Child I knew once has grown up to be a sexy appealing Woman. Is she the same child anymore? Or has she grown?

Is she her mom's sweet little daughter or is she her boyfriends horny baby girl? Does she still go to play with Jason, or does Jason play with her nowadays? Does she still want to be a baby or is she wanting a baby now? Will I see the child in her or would I see the woman in her and how? Do you still see the Child in her somehow?

Now if I touch her the way I used to, would I feel the same way I used to? Or would she feel the same way too? And If I don't, what would I do? And if she doesn't, what would she do? What would you do? She has grown up now, maybe she wasn't suppose to!

Little Annie, my child!! Years have flown by, and you are no longer my child!!