Offensive India.. Need of the hour..


How many of you have felt like “I am proud to be an Indian” while standing on the border of India and Pakistan. Be it the Wagah Border or the Rajasthan border near Sam Sand dunes which are about 50 KM from Jaisalmer. Last year on our trip to Rajasthan, we visited the Sam Sand Dune border area. The serenity of the desert and the slow breeze of the evening made it a die-for-moment. As we parked our cars in the BSF camp and looked at the sun going down at the horizon, in that moment of silence when we saw the Pakistani posts, there was a sense of pride in us. Though, none spoke a word coz no words could describe the feeling. There is something about India that makes you feel different. People on the other side might feel the same about their nation but there is a difference. We all know what that country is going through, yet it never ceases to make up their mind and for once, try to make peace. Even if we dont go by the words of media, we know it is there.

As the darkness settled, we bid farewell to the soldiers, exchanged some smiles and laughs. Today, as I read in the newspapers about the ceasefire violations in Kashmir area and deaths of soldiers and civilians, there is a certain anger developing inside me. I mean, we allow the artists of that country to come here and perform and earn a livelihood which they were not getting there. Former cricketers coming here as commentators. Even if they take side of their home country in matches, we do not utter a word coz we have that spirit in us which makes us stand apart. This is the greatness of a nation.

Yet, we are termed as killers and are pointed at. Politically, I aligned to no one but anyone who can take care of our nation and its people. I may be an outcast who doesn’t believe in borders or differentiates between people across this earth, but I cannot tolerate the killing done by the neighboring nation on the people who have done no harm to them. They were given a land and they should be happy with it. Kashmir is an integral part of India. Just like Delhi, Assam, Karnataka or Orissa, it was, is and will always be a part of India. But, then I also hear some people asking for an independent Kashmir. I understand they are fed up of the army rule and rest of the stuff, but again it is for their safety right? When they were hit with floods, I have seen people across India rushing for help. Sending everything they could.And we also know what was happening across the LOC. Are you blind? No one is happy. Everyone wants something extra. The desire that kills you from inside and makes you inhuman.

Then I hear my peers speaking about peace and raising questions on Modi or the Indian Army for firing back and retaliating to the violation of ceasefire. I haven’t seen more dumb and fucked up people. They have a problem with everything. If you want peace talks, pls get up, go to the border and try to talk. Go and do it once. What’s the difference between Billawal and you? He says we are acting like the Israel. I say, its good we are. That small country is an ideal country. Surrounded by enemies at all sides, it is still on the map and the strongest nation ever. They are fighting for survival and so are we. They have a land which others want to grab, same here. So why should we act differently. If I go by these people, we should fold our hands and ask others to have some mercy and let them take whatever they want. In life, one has to make hard decisions and stand by it. So, stop fucking yourselves and realize it as soon as possible that no idiot has the right to enter our nation and take whatever they want. Do you allow some stranger to enter your home? This is an old question, I know and the answer is no.. I know..

So it’s high time to stand up and be like Israel if we have to.. Coz sometimes, offense is good for health. 

Think about it…

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Moving on is a bitch..


Few years back, moving on from a relationship that lasted for 5-6 years nearly had wrecked the soul inside. But 6 months in alcohol and marijuana revealed that not only its imprudent and dumb but of no worth at all. The mind plays puzzles and you are entombed in the vicious circle of doleful games and choked with grief. Relationships work and sometimes they don’t. And when they end, we are not able to measure the life and breaths that awaits us ahead. Well, sure it happens since we are humans. But on the contrary, I would term myself as a realist. I feel pain and there was a time I cried too but then I realized it is all bullshit. Love is a choice, not something written in destiny. First love or last love do not exist. It is about choosing the imperfect person who is perfect for you and spending the rest of your life with that person. Feelings develop and may reach a point where you commit everything to that person. But one should remember that feelings one day may go up and down, one should not lose faith in love or in oneself. You are perfect for someone with all the imperfections. People may change during the course of time, the key is to accept the change. Tolerance is the lever which can help two souls sail together in this sea called life.

It is really hard to move on but every beautiful thing in life is hard. Accepting it and enjoying every moment can help you, really! Mind plays a lot of games but at the end of the day it is yours, right? You need to control the thoughts which is one hell of a task but trust me it will help you. You are awesome. I mean it. We all have an attitude and usually show it off to others. It should be saved for the mind. When life gives you lemons, drink it with a tequila. It is a ghissi pitti (Weird and outdated) line, I know, but also true! So, tell me what is wrong in moving on. Things did not go well, part of life. You really wanna cry about it whole life? Wrong option! Get up and out of that notion. Find a reason to smile and to be happy.

One of my favorite line from Kung Fu Panda 2 is You gotta let go o f that stuff from the past ’cause it just doesn’t matter! The only thing that matters is what you choose to be now.

Past is gone, it will not come back. And to be honest, don’t let it come back on you..

Think about it!!

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Selfie lete hai..


Last year a new term got added to the urban dictionary, Selfie. Its become a phenomenon lately. All those polaroid pictures and all those, sir can you please take our picture has gone for a toss. I miss those times when we used to ask people around for taking pictures. Now we just click. They invented a freaking selfie stick too. This shows how our friends have got busy. We used to make plans with friends and go out for a beer or food. Now i see many people alone like me sitting in the downtown bar having beer and clicking selfies. I still need to get along with this phenomenon. This also means we are more independent now. We can go out even if friends are busy. Capture our deeds and share them with the world. This has changed the photography world. We can fall of a plane, stand on top of statue in brazil, mount everest, roller coaster and click pictures. Instagram and snapchat have earned the most in last few years.

This means we are more out going and go getters. However the only loss is we can’t share those moments with friends. Everything has a pro and con. Selfie has its own share. But i see the advantages since at my age, most of the friends are married or having children. A nomad like me, sits in a bar, have beer, smoke and just chill with other single people.

Not bad, eh! :)

Think about it….

Unfair is beautiful Indeed!!


Thanks to Taarini, my mind ran a few paces on the path of a new kind of racism building up in India today. It got me thinking a new disease that had entered and now has deep roots in the society. A month back we saw Yami Gautam jokes on fairness and products. We have been divided by this bridge. Its gone so mad that we want our kids to be either fair or married to someone fair. A complete piss off that is. Did you know half of the Indians are wheatish or dusky and its not a curse. Its coz we are made like that. I am fair i agree and not saying this out of pity or something but dusky girls equally hot as the fair ones. In my personal view they are much more hotter than fair ones. They are just more attractive to me.. :) .. But ye duniya badi gol hai.. Once upon a time bunch of idiots found fair women better and now everyone wants the same. Its like men are dogs and prefer golden retrievers over labs. Not to take this personally.. Actually take it personally coz if you can’t respect anyone, don’t even expect it back from me.. Beauty is not about the color but overall personality.

You want an example? Take Nandita Das and Lindsay Lohan for example. Both are talented in their fields. Both were cute and hot at some point of time. But one had brains and other, lets just say did not know she had brain too, so where do they land. The latter looks much more older than former. Nandita on one hand, the most beautiful dusky woman i have seen, strong, beautiful mind, hot features, sexy and intellectual. The other… No comments..

Its better to have an unfair color than an unfair brain which cannot tell us that we are being morons.

To top of all we have those advertisements. Its funny coz we teach our children not to be fooled by them and forget that when it comes personally.

I mean y the fuck all those fairness ads and when that wasn’t enough we are turning men also into females. Men are supposed to be manly. Pedi, meni, waxing, threading, etc…. I wont comment on these but men are not supposed to be like that. Anyways everyone has a choice of sexual orientation. So,coming,back to topic in hand. UNFAIR IS BEAUTIFUL … Period..

You need a person in your life or a creamy mannequin??

Think about it….

Rider in Heaven…


Driving an Enfield down the highway through the cold winds of Himalayas, I see life go by. The shepherds, the mountain girls and boys and the mountain range seem so perfect. There is peace and there is a pleasant joy in this wind. My aviators seem to be frozen and are the only help I have for my eyes. Stopping by the roadside tea stall and in 9 degrees below freezing point of water, the tea feels like sent from heaven. Though I have kept my Old monk intact and my Marlboro close, there is a weird sensation in this tea. At my back, is the tea stall owned by a teenage boy named Zothan and in front the snow clad Himalayan range in its full glory shines in morning sun. The sunlight through the snow is the best view ever on this earth. It is the mixture of all the happiness and joy you can imagine.

Before moving on, I sit with my back against the milestone, smoking a cigarette and staring at the hills in front of me. I am a lone rider. It is more peaceful and freedom is all I want. Getting back on the bike, I resume my journey through the road leading to heaven. The bends and turns and the narrow bridge are like woven through the hills. People pass me by in their cars and bikes but all I can hear is chirping of birds, flowing of the stream and falling of the waterfalls. Towns and villages are crossed. Step fields and huts are crossed. And I move on..

There is a pain, in my heart. I have longed for this ride since long. I have waited for this my whole life. And now, changing the gears of the bike and making those turns give me immense pleasure and delight. It’s been long since I left home for this trip. A lot of things were left behind. But this is life, we move on no matter what. Because this is how life goes on. You have to keep moving. You cannot end it on your own. You came to this world with a reason. Till you find that reason and live it, you have to keep moving. I have no clue where I will stay or how it will be there at the end. One good thing about life is you have technology to help you. As i sat on that tea stall 120 KM ago, an app on the phone helped me find stuff. Even the bike is rented from same app, since my own bike is back home and I am really far from home.

Stopping by the Gurudwara and sitting there for half an hour, I talk to an aged sardarji who have been serving here since he was 5 years old. He must be 70 now and still seems joyful and cheerful about the place. When I ask him if he wants to go and move to a city, No, comes the answer. He loves this place and adores the place. And now, so do I.

After eating the langar, I ride again, a fag in my lips as I drive real slow, enjoying the lonely yet amazing road. Reaching the last outpost of India, as I am about to exit the border, I hear a deafening noise of my alarm sounding at a distance. My eyes open and I find myself in my apartment with my girlfriend next to me. Getting up, I moan… “Shit! Tibet is still a dream” …

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