Rhyme worth a dime.

The hair which looked fragile,
Has been fathomed to shine.

The shades of time,
The wrath and grime.
Shrouded well, the crevices and fine lines.

Took on the heat and wheezed still,
Fluttered and seduced, but decayed still.

Salted and peppered,
Straightened and tampered.
Flinched to be touched to be felt withered.

Danced  in revelry and sweated in sultry.
Bounce they said, fatigued it heaved.

Washed to the roots, matched with the boots.
Tied in a knot, acquitted at last.

Set wild to grow and cropped to show.
Got drenched in rain and trickled in vain.

Kept growing till the last breath,
Was it in genes, or was it just the dead cells.

Caressed in love and torn in trial.
It broke a little with every consequence dire.

Whats in the mirror that made you turn.
Which made your day, and to never return.

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The Bucket List

Last year had been a complete freak show. Well, don't we reiterate that every year. I am yet to come to terms with the fact that 2014 has ended....well almost. Time to prepare by bucket list for 2015 already! Blaady......what about 2014 list. Ignorance is bliss my friend.

Its not that I did not gain anything this year. I did gain few things, like extra pounds (not the currency), grey hair (!@#$), Few more friends on Facebook, who are probably blocked by now, over-time pay at work and, 400 levels in Candy Crush.

Anyways, this time, I really do want to introspect and prepare a bucket list for myself. Sorry, it does not include the 'Ice Bucket Challenge'.
As procrastination is my middle name, the list might serve for 2016 as well. Does not really matter actually, until there is a list in black and white.

#1 Topnotch priority is, visit to the Spiti Valley and Kufri in Himachal Pradesh, along with munching on fresh      apples straight from the grooves in Manali.

#2 Sale or no sale, have money, will buy that Guess handbag.

#3 Will write atleast a blog a month.

#4 Snorkeling in the Andamans.

#5 Abs like Deepika. Okay, we might omit this one.

#6 Will read a book every month.

#7 Personal Website.

#8 Work for a different firm.

#9 Buy my own car

#10 Goa to banta hai ek baar!

*Conditions Apply

*The above list is editable at author's whim and fancy. The author is not responsible if the leaves don't get approved and inflation scores another level.

No,Seriously!

Dope-shope and Misogyny

DISCLAIMER - Yo yo fans may close this window right away! This blog is an expression of an unproductive, free and violent mind and the protagonist has been targeted to let off some steam, in the wider interest of 'womankind'.Reader's discretion is not required at all. You can judge me as feminist, racist, sexist, mentalist, terrorist and all those scary words ending with 'ist'. I really don't give a rat's ass!

'Hirdesh Singh' aka 'Yo yo Honey Singh' seems to have actually climbed up the ladder of stardom at the cost of the integrity of women. This era has witnessed the heights of self obsession. It went as far as, prefixing one's name with "Yo Yo". We understand that you have studied music from UK, but all that you learnt was "Yo yo"? Really??? 

The debut album released was nothing but a D grade adult movie streaming audio. I take a bow to the women who have mustered the courage to listen to the whole song.He was slammed with court charges for using vulgar and abusive language against women and Yo yo instantly denied having sung that song in the first place and later apologized to the masses (After having made millions already).

Followed by mixed reactions, eventually the whole brouhaha fizzed out. 

I have few questions for yo yo...

1. What is more assaulting to women in your opinion? Rape or your rap? Or both are equally fun for you.....If at all you care.

2. When you goto a restaurant, what do you order? 'A piece of meat' or 'women'? (Considering both are synonymous in your context).

3. Lately you have addressed the media stating that you are making a different kind of honey. As in, singing 'clean' songs. So can we presume that the bikini clad women in your album are your sisters, and when you rap "Saanu das de ki hai rate" (tell me what is your rate), you are actually asking the waitress the rate on the menu card or something like that?

4. Are the "Taaus"(uncles) still waiting for you in Hoshiyarpur (your native) angrily ,with bamboo sticks in hand, ranting "Ki matlab hai twada, kitna bhi chakho kuch fresh naiyyo milna, second hand hi milna" (What do you mean by, "taste how much ever you want, it would be stale or used")? Pun intended.

5. Hot girl - check, Ferrari- check, diamond studs - check, gold chain - check, Rupa's baniyaan - check....please tell me one thing, what is the function of those dark glasses even though its midnight and you are driving through the tunnel? Is this some weird fashion fad or your teeny weeny eyes you want to hide???

6.You showcase women smoking,drinking and doping among other things unabashedly, and of course drooling all over you in your videos. Are you promoting women empowerment or 'bad habbits'? Or is it the general perception you want to portray of a women ("Nashe di dukaan"), that we are immoral beings, only born to please you?

7. In your song "Brown Rang" from album International Villager, you rap "white chicks, no, I dont like them anymore". Is this a tirade against your ex British girlfriend who dumped you for a white guy? Smart girl I say!

8. Down south, people are indifferent to your music as they hardly understand your lyrics. They have one question though....Who the hell goes to a Disco wearing a "lungi"?

9. In your song,"We do party all night", you quote "----- me dum hai to band karwa do".
Wasn't your New Year's Eve concert banned in Gurgaon? Where were you doing party all night on NYE....ALONE??

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Accept it...being a MISOGYNIST is not cool. It makes you an International Villager for sure.

Ouchhh....Its L.O.V.E

(Lost Over Vicious Endearings)

Whoever coined the phrase "Madly in Love" knew the literal meaning of it and the message got distorted down the line and lineage. 

The cliched mushiness beamed out of larger than life romantic flicks, the wholesale idea of Valentine's asinine Day and similar catastrophes are to be blamed for injecting the weak souls with the maladies of the likes of  over expectations, unconditional love, love over money, love over parents, love over duty, love over country, love over religion, love over wife, love over children, love over marriage....basically love over every damn thing under the sun (yeah, I digress quite often.).

When I find young kids nowadays brewing mushiness, manifested with hormones, and wallpapering their FB, professing their unfathomable love and posting happily caricatured faces, I develop a surge of urge to give a piece of my mind. (Catty!!! Yeah, blame it on my age...). Only if they knew what awaits them shortly....making them swear never to 'fall' for someone again.

Why do I say so?? I have seen so! (Friends with the bereaved, I cannot let out the names for the obvious and unobvious reasons) Its considered boorish to poke one's nose in someone else's matter....matter of factly, it can always be blogged away to glory/gory. 

Girl (Class 10th): "I can't live without you. Tell your parents about us." (Like the parents were dying for this news just when the board exam results were about to be released).

Boy (Same class): "I cannot believe my stars for finding a girl like you. Of course 1st thing today, I am going to pass on the message to my folks." (Well, ironically stars shine only at night.)

Both of them outperformed miserably in their boards, got house arrested for ashiqui, eloped to Delhi, worked in call centers and all hell broke lose when a lovechild was born. Already harried, parents were informed, placated, and convinced. Wed locked kids and the baby move back to Delhi to start a fresh new life. Life was picture perfect....at least till now!

The same stars misaligned. Boy comes home, finds her with someone else. Girl moves in with 'someone else'. Baby is deported to maternal grandparents in Middle East. Boy left with zilch. (You think its a tradegy....hold on to your horses).

Boy writes mails to the Indian Embassy, reporting the custom trespass and transgression headed by the girl's father (with proofs) and demands the girl and his baby back. Still begging on his knees, to her, for her, to return.

Girls calls: "My landlord is misbehaving with me. Can you please come and save me??" (crying and whining)

Boy at breakneck speed arrives at the misfortune spot. 

Burnt alive. Silence.

Love over life!