all vanilla-dried remains of a thought fought
coherence of all sort
got caught in a deluge, sought
misdemeanor broke walls brought
in-tow that which tagged-along, bought
a pair of binoculars!
repetition was ought
but found knot the plot-slot
clot among a whole lot,
of other things..
alright stop.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, November 22, 2009
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!
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!
Friday, November 20, 2009
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?
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”.
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!!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
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.
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.
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