Of Gaddafi’s dustbin of history and the dustbins strewn around
Gaddafi has resolved that days are not far when the West would end up in dustbin of history. There are three things here. First, the emanating dust. Second, the overflowing bin. And finally, the spell of history that we all are destined to slip into in the coming period, notwithstanding claims of being immortal as long as dustbins can be sighted and weighed in the ensuing battle.
The dustbin that Gaddafi, the leader, wants the Western leaders to be consigned to is a noble thought given the uncounted dustbins that are lying unused around the world and in a world where one catches easily flu and cold. Lying unused in a world with even those with spitting fever and splitting headache failing to subject themselves to test of dexterity of spitting in them. The hints of regret emanating from Gaddafi, who has placed high bets, is why it is taking so long for the leaders of the West to adorn the dustbin crown given the dust they have engineered following the massacre monster they have reared.
Gaddafi insiders have noted that dustbins have been placed at strategic locations around the world for the Western leaders to strategically and systematically make the first move of getting into them and once inside never dare to lift the cover as that would unnecessarily lead to leaders like Gaddafi suffer. For the likes of Gaddafi and what fate holds for them, it is still a debate that is to crystallize into a longish one given the durable support that the nurse gave to Gaddafi and from where the Libyan Limelight began to unfurl series of verse. The nurse not only nursed his deep wounds and gave a sentimental touch to his crown; in fact the Libyan Limelight was so touched by her presence that he let her be his body-cum-nurse guard for all hours she had at his command. Before attempting more views on Libyan Limelight let’s write about dustbins and its enduring sight.
For the sake of dustbins and the evolving nature of dustbins, first we need to correct ourselves on the increasing significance of them in our fewer days and more night shaken lives. For one, the dustbins are entirely different from gutter bins that we come across the moment we make a wish to sight them. Well, in the gutter bins there is a maddening flow of water and never dry to a point and in dustbins the waste gets collected, accumulated and preserved for posterity. The waste that these dustbins have been saddled and in effect overflowing with is largely due to the fond association of denizens round the world to them and the fond memories that they carry of the objects that one possessed and parted as the pressure from inside home got too much and got our goals of preserving thwarted. So for the sake of these dustbins and the scale to which they carry of human triggered sins, they are the best illustrator of the lives we lead and the enduring nature of some people linked to their intruding and tapping greed.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Stalking Rent: From the stables of Criminal Intruder King
As i left Nagar for city there were multiple stalkers on the bus and in the nearby traceable areas who were quite heavy and busy. First about the Neeta bus service. THe guy who runs this bus service needs to be made to understand that nothing succeeds more than an appreciable bus service than letting ruffians dominate the proceedings for entire commute.And this is precisely what happenned when i boarded the bus which should not have been boarded in the first second and third place. The boss needs to be hauled up. Because the driver was the other monster who was not even aware that thick plumes of dust were getting into the air conditioned bus and this status made it more amenable for dust particles to settle in and giving more leg space to the man on the wheels to add to the misery by updating his skills of driving rashly. These drivers of private buswallahs are a law unto themselves - and they give a damn to traffic rules. Essentially this observation stems from my over 17 years of travelling on national and state highways. And here lies the soothing take to this unpalatable proceeding. The best part is RR Services and Konduskar bus services have begun their operations and hope they would be better in their conduct and true to their verification.
Before writing about the untamed tribe of stalkers a word or two on accommodation in Nagar. Accommodation has always been and would be a big issue in Nagar because the authorities have for the past three decades literally shut their eyes and ears to the way the unchecked commercial development (hotels and one to seven night accommodation points) has come up in the spiritual centre. They charge unimaginable exorbitant rate and expect you to check out before the designated time and with no extra wait. It is true of 90 per cent of hotels in the spiritual town; grim reminder to the way things have panned out in the past seven to eight years. Except for the Samadhi Mandir and Dwarkamai and Chavadi nothing radiates the Sadguru's blessings and his spreading waves. The very fact that they don't connect to prayer connect (four times a day) makes them more amenable to such acts of impropriety. Had they been remotely associated with prayer connect sessions even once a day or alternate days, the commercial signposts would have been least visible.Not stopping at exorbitant rates, most hotelwallahs would deliberately let someone continuously thump the floor above your room all day and night so that they can make you understand that those with deep kala pockets can wreak havoc as large army of unemployed are willing to give you a ride that would be an unpardonable sight. Hurling filthy abuse in accommodation points outside Capital gives the Intruder Munim King the shelf life and gnawing realisation that unlimited moolah would give him the gear to shake the simple foundation of others.
The stay in the Capital in the past five years have been a torment of sorts given the untamed usage of unaccounted moolah that has led to an entire tribe of stalkers get into the groove day and night. And herein those saddled with huge unaccounted wealth ably supported by kala intruder sons-cum servants and living in kala aashiana, the criminal munim is the force linked with . And this was the concern high on my mind as my stay in Nagar was drawing to a close.
As i checked out of innumerable accommodations i stayed in, the man sitting in a dhaba showed his reflex action as if he was just waiting for me and my destination. He gave a long stare from a distance and was immediately on a cell probably with a message to tell. Same thing happened in Nashik where a man repeatedly came to the front side of the bus and repeatedly shouted that the bus was meant to proceed towards one particular destination. How could you dismiss it as a coincidence that the morning meals you have in a joint followed by the wait for the bus at a travel agent office the same bunch of men appear with stalking rhyme. Not once but repeatedly.
I just fail to understand what these stalkers want to achieve. Their masters are monsters and mark my words all their patronisers would suffer and generations after generations in their family would be stalked and their receding,rocking fort rocked.
As the bus left Nagar for the city , some stalkers were sitting next to me and finding the situation quite pretty. As the bus entered the periphery, one stalker changed his seat and was on a cell to his patroniser whom he wanted to greet.
I knew the destination they were supposed to get down so i deliberately remained put inside the bus for long so that i could escape from their frown. Even though i got to the accommodation, by morning i had known the stalkers had got to know my place of three day admission. It was an awful sight and in the stations and the locals they gave me an admonishable fright.
Stalkers and their patronisers, as some suggested in the bus, be firmly told that they should look beneath their homes and dirty conduct that continues under their nose. What your sons, son-deprived status men,servants and daughter indulge in you should clinically look at that instead of wasting your kala dhan on keeping a tab on someone's travel acts. Criminal Intruder King and his illegitimate band of henchmen including the servant-turned-sons have enough money lure to make others to fall to their bait - reflected through acts of untamed taling others outside Capital - and let the acts of impropriety take a new face. You would suffer and that is for sure as nothing would make you amend as you have enough money lure. Time is the sole factor that is making you not differentiate between good and bad as stalking and torturing are vices that are fast losing fad.
By the way how could stalking be possible in spiritual centres? THe fact of the matter is some people, essentially the criminal intruder munim, haven't had a developed mind and with an undeveloped mind and finding thrilling such stalking grind as it gives them enough moolah which they can't make in the entire season of hulla and gulla. So stalkers would thrive as the time is on their side but a day would come when they would have to repent as these very vices would grip their generations whose elders have grown on kala dhan and the money they gave to large army of unemployed youth as stalking rent. After all the criminal munim with a crimin al bent of mind is born with millionaire servant and sons.
As i returned to the Capital, the first hour was spent in the station to get me some breathing space from the stalking battle that was supposed to get into the familiar race. Things hadn't changed a bit and by evening the stalkers and their monster bosses were getting into acts of shameless intrusion and demonstration. The next few days are hard which my bus colleagues have told me but things can be managed as another spiritual outing could be on the cards.
Before writing about the untamed tribe of stalkers a word or two on accommodation in Nagar. Accommodation has always been and would be a big issue in Nagar because the authorities have for the past three decades literally shut their eyes and ears to the way the unchecked commercial development (hotels and one to seven night accommodation points) has come up in the spiritual centre. They charge unimaginable exorbitant rate and expect you to check out before the designated time and with no extra wait. It is true of 90 per cent of hotels in the spiritual town; grim reminder to the way things have panned out in the past seven to eight years. Except for the Samadhi Mandir and Dwarkamai and Chavadi nothing radiates the Sadguru's blessings and his spreading waves. The very fact that they don't connect to prayer connect (four times a day) makes them more amenable to such acts of impropriety. Had they been remotely associated with prayer connect sessions even once a day or alternate days, the commercial signposts would have been least visible.Not stopping at exorbitant rates, most hotelwallahs would deliberately let someone continuously thump the floor above your room all day and night so that they can make you understand that those with deep kala pockets can wreak havoc as large army of unemployed are willing to give you a ride that would be an unpardonable sight. Hurling filthy abuse in accommodation points outside Capital gives the Intruder Munim King the shelf life and gnawing realisation that unlimited moolah would give him the gear to shake the simple foundation of others.
The stay in the Capital in the past five years have been a torment of sorts given the untamed usage of unaccounted moolah that has led to an entire tribe of stalkers get into the groove day and night. And herein those saddled with huge unaccounted wealth ably supported by kala intruder sons-cum servants and living in kala aashiana, the criminal munim is the force linked with . And this was the concern high on my mind as my stay in Nagar was drawing to a close.
As i checked out of innumerable accommodations i stayed in, the man sitting in a dhaba showed his reflex action as if he was just waiting for me and my destination. He gave a long stare from a distance and was immediately on a cell probably with a message to tell. Same thing happened in Nashik where a man repeatedly came to the front side of the bus and repeatedly shouted that the bus was meant to proceed towards one particular destination. How could you dismiss it as a coincidence that the morning meals you have in a joint followed by the wait for the bus at a travel agent office the same bunch of men appear with stalking rhyme. Not once but repeatedly.
I just fail to understand what these stalkers want to achieve. Their masters are monsters and mark my words all their patronisers would suffer and generations after generations in their family would be stalked and their receding,rocking fort rocked.
As the bus left Nagar for the city , some stalkers were sitting next to me and finding the situation quite pretty. As the bus entered the periphery, one stalker changed his seat and was on a cell to his patroniser whom he wanted to greet.
I knew the destination they were supposed to get down so i deliberately remained put inside the bus for long so that i could escape from their frown. Even though i got to the accommodation, by morning i had known the stalkers had got to know my place of three day admission. It was an awful sight and in the stations and the locals they gave me an admonishable fright.
Stalkers and their patronisers, as some suggested in the bus, be firmly told that they should look beneath their homes and dirty conduct that continues under their nose. What your sons, son-deprived status men,servants and daughter indulge in you should clinically look at that instead of wasting your kala dhan on keeping a tab on someone's travel acts. Criminal Intruder King and his illegitimate band of henchmen including the servant-turned-sons have enough money lure to make others to fall to their bait - reflected through acts of untamed taling others outside Capital - and let the acts of impropriety take a new face. You would suffer and that is for sure as nothing would make you amend as you have enough money lure. Time is the sole factor that is making you not differentiate between good and bad as stalking and torturing are vices that are fast losing fad.
By the way how could stalking be possible in spiritual centres? THe fact of the matter is some people, essentially the criminal intruder munim, haven't had a developed mind and with an undeveloped mind and finding thrilling such stalking grind as it gives them enough moolah which they can't make in the entire season of hulla and gulla. So stalkers would thrive as the time is on their side but a day would come when they would have to repent as these very vices would grip their generations whose elders have grown on kala dhan and the money they gave to large army of unemployed youth as stalking rent. After all the criminal munim with a crimin al bent of mind is born with millionaire servant and sons.
As i returned to the Capital, the first hour was spent in the station to get me some breathing space from the stalking battle that was supposed to get into the familiar race. Things hadn't changed a bit and by evening the stalkers and their monster bosses were getting into acts of shameless intrusion and demonstration. The next few days are hard which my bus colleagues have told me but things can be managed as another spiritual outing could be on the cards.
Jo sudhar na saka by Puneet Rajhans
Jo sudhar na saka by Puneet Rajhans
As i board another bus with another set of people, there is one gentleman who is duty bound to spell out the nature of influence on him. He is upfront. The bus is heading towards Rewari and he is more than forthcoming in spelling out the good life he has led.
He begins : "Yeh hai bahut bada munim jo sudhar na saka." The munim he is referring to and his henchmen have been the most watchable events in the place of his assimilation. Is munim ke paas hai itni taqat ki yeh doosro ki ghar mein ghusne ka adhikar ki rakhta hai dwawat. Picchle char saal se zyada (More than four years) isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosne ki taqat hasil ki hai. Yeh hai is munim ki kahani jo doosre ke ghar mein ghoosene ki adhikar sunata apne jubani. Bolte hai ki iske paas hai itna paise ki yeh apni range of demands subhe roj rakhta.
Yeh hai do take ka munim aur iski do take ki harketa jisko rok na saka samaj ki koi bhi bandishe. Isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosene ki maharathi hasil ki hai and is kaam mein iske logo ne nayee jaan phooki hai. Iska ka himachali molester naukar joh raat hote hi doosre ke gate mein aur uske lock par karta hai vaar kyunki yehi hai iska adhikaar.Laki ke dande se karta hai vaar. Is adhikaar mein iske naukar aur chowkidaar ne kitne baar doosro ke ghar mein ghoose, rat hoi ya din sabhi samay ek jaise lage. Chaar saal tak doosre ka gate khol khol ke inhone ne apna dikhaya hai adhikar.
Kuch swar jo himachali naukar ke muh se nikle; "Ladka naha rahai, ladka aa gaye hai, ladka bathroom mein hai, ladke ko bahar nikalo. Ladke ko ham theek kar denge. Ladka naha raha hai aur bahar aane wala hai." Ladke ki kheti yeh karta hai aur is kaam mein chaar saal se laga hai.
Apne paise ke baL bute isne doosre ko kharida, na bach saka colony ka guard aur na bach saka colony ke driver. Do saal pehle rakhi thi inhone maang(demand). Ki tod do gate aur tod do deewar. Yeh himachali naukar subah munim ke paas jata aur poochta ki mujhe kab aur kaise ladke ki talash karna hai. Subah aur shaam iske ghar ke bahar teen driver, teen chowkidaar aur naukar ki mehfil lagti hai aur ladke ki khoj suru hoti hai. Har hafte naye aadmi aate western UP se and nazar rakhte makaan aur insaan par.
The millionaire servant in tight enmbrace of munimYeh upfront hai. Yeh kehta hame ladka chaiyye aur pure peak par hote hai jab koi insaan bahar aate. Inki mehfil se log hote hai rubaru aur ander munim ko aati hai nayee khosboo. Jo bhi letter aate, courier aate, dawai aati, sab iske dwar se gujarte. Kyunki isko dikhana hai zarrori kyunki isne sabko khareeda hai apne daulat se poori. Yeh munim aur iski saantan kabhi apne chowkidaar se poochta: "Kya ladka dikha? Kya ladka bola? Us par nazar rakh" Aur cowkidaar apni sahmati dikhata. Doosre driver aur iske naukar kehta : "Ladka aaj nahi dikha. Ladke ko bahar nikal."
Iski santaan aur khanddan bhi hai utni paapi kyunki doosre ke ghar mein ghoosna, landline ko tap karna, letter/courier /bank statement gayab karna hai inki majboori. Doosre ke ghar mein courier aur saman bechnewale ke bahane log bhejta hai kyunki koshish hai kaise andar dhaba bole. Ho sakta hai forgery ho inka naya mukaam jab yeh letter, courier gayab karte.Jab Jharkandi tenant rahta tha, to iske admi door se poochte the: Kya ladka hai? Kai mehino tak isne door se kiye aise sawaal jis phar sabe ne jatai ki na hoga aise sawwallo ka aakal.
Subah se shaam inke ghar ke bhar ki mehfil mein yeh apni demands rakhte ki kaise doosre ke ghar ki gate tode our lock se fiddle kare. Jab yeh makaan mein ghoose char saal se pehle isne socha aas paas ke dwellings bhi aate iske adhikar mein jaise taise. Doosre ke driver aur typist ko bhi isne khareeda kyunki paise ke bal par duniya ko khareed na chahta hai. Kyunki iske naukar ne doosre ke driver aur typist ko yeh kaha : "Tum meri duty karte ho Iski nahi."
Yeh paise ke bal par sab driver,chowkidaar ko khareedega kyunki paisa bota hai. Iske paise ne hamein ghar par bandh rakha hai kyunki kab iske aaadmi hum par kar de vaar. Hum jaye kashmere gate ya rajokri iske aadmi sab jagah hote pure puri.
Duniya hai iski muthi mein, duniya hai iski taqdeer isne doosrein ki taqdeer likhna samjha hai apni pehili laqeer.
Aao isko salam karein aur salaam karein iski paise ki taqat ko. Himachali Naukar kya boora hai. Ghar ke kaam bhi kar dega aur Kamata bhi hai. Perhaps this Himachali don is preparing himself to adorn the mantle as the search for the boy would eventually lead to him. The search for the boy is so frantic from his side (day in day out) that finally all gates would lead to him and the intruder don would have to settle for him. Finally you are in Trymabek or in Nagar, this paapi munim has set his men on you. Had toh tab ho gayee jab Tryamek mein isne kisi tenant se saat dino tak foot thumping karaye din or raat. After all his paisa bolta ha aur log bikte hai.
Isne doosro ko khareedene mein maharathi hasil ki hai aur apne millionaire naukar se city ke taqdeer badalni chahi hai. Iska paisa aur iski majboori vashtraheen ho kar baitha hai. Agar kapde pehne hote toh aisi paapi harkatein na karte. Karle doosro ke ghar mein aisi harkatein jis paise ke dum par karta hain vaar wohi paisa tujhe karayega sahi pechhan.
Agar mehnat ki kamaio hoti toh doosro ke ghar mein ghoodsne ki koshish nahin karta. Gaaliya saghar aur sahar ke bahar nahin karta aur gande kaam nahi karta. Paapi paisa hai na tabhi to tune doosre ko khareeda.
As i board another bus with another set of people, there is one gentleman who is duty bound to spell out the nature of influence on him. He is upfront. The bus is heading towards Rewari and he is more than forthcoming in spelling out the good life he has led.
He begins : "Yeh hai bahut bada munim jo sudhar na saka." The munim he is referring to and his henchmen have been the most watchable events in the place of his assimilation. Is munim ke paas hai itni taqat ki yeh doosro ki ghar mein ghusne ka adhikar ki rakhta hai dwawat. Picchle char saal se zyada (More than four years) isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosne ki taqat hasil ki hai. Yeh hai is munim ki kahani jo doosre ke ghar mein ghoosene ki adhikar sunata apne jubani. Bolte hai ki iske paas hai itna paise ki yeh apni range of demands subhe roj rakhta.
Yeh hai do take ka munim aur iski do take ki harketa jisko rok na saka samaj ki koi bhi bandishe. Isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosene ki maharathi hasil ki hai and is kaam mein iske logo ne nayee jaan phooki hai. Iska ka himachali molester naukar joh raat hote hi doosre ke gate mein aur uske lock par karta hai vaar kyunki yehi hai iska adhikaar.Laki ke dande se karta hai vaar. Is adhikaar mein iske naukar aur chowkidaar ne kitne baar doosro ke ghar mein ghoose, rat hoi ya din sabhi samay ek jaise lage. Chaar saal tak doosre ka gate khol khol ke inhone ne apna dikhaya hai adhikar.
Kuch swar jo himachali naukar ke muh se nikle; "Ladka naha rahai, ladka aa gaye hai, ladka bathroom mein hai, ladke ko bahar nikalo. Ladke ko ham theek kar denge. Ladka naha raha hai aur bahar aane wala hai." Ladke ki kheti yeh karta hai aur is kaam mein chaar saal se laga hai.
Apne paise ke baL bute isne doosre ko kharida, na bach saka colony ka guard aur na bach saka colony ke driver. Do saal pehle rakhi thi inhone maang(demand). Ki tod do gate aur tod do deewar. Yeh himachali naukar subah munim ke paas jata aur poochta ki mujhe kab aur kaise ladke ki talash karna hai. Subah aur shaam iske ghar ke bahar teen driver, teen chowkidaar aur naukar ki mehfil lagti hai aur ladke ki khoj suru hoti hai. Har hafte naye aadmi aate western UP se and nazar rakhte makaan aur insaan par.
The millionaire servant in tight enmbrace of munimYeh upfront hai. Yeh kehta hame ladka chaiyye aur pure peak par hote hai jab koi insaan bahar aate. Inki mehfil se log hote hai rubaru aur ander munim ko aati hai nayee khosboo. Jo bhi letter aate, courier aate, dawai aati, sab iske dwar se gujarte. Kyunki isko dikhana hai zarrori kyunki isne sabko khareeda hai apne daulat se poori. Yeh munim aur iski saantan kabhi apne chowkidaar se poochta: "Kya ladka dikha? Kya ladka bola? Us par nazar rakh" Aur cowkidaar apni sahmati dikhata. Doosre driver aur iske naukar kehta : "Ladka aaj nahi dikha. Ladke ko bahar nikal."
Iski santaan aur khanddan bhi hai utni paapi kyunki doosre ke ghar mein ghoosna, landline ko tap karna, letter/courier /bank statement gayab karna hai inki majboori. Doosre ke ghar mein courier aur saman bechnewale ke bahane log bhejta hai kyunki koshish hai kaise andar dhaba bole. Ho sakta hai forgery ho inka naya mukaam jab yeh letter, courier gayab karte.Jab Jharkandi tenant rahta tha, to iske admi door se poochte the: Kya ladka hai? Kai mehino tak isne door se kiye aise sawaal jis phar sabe ne jatai ki na hoga aise sawwallo ka aakal.
Subah se shaam inke ghar ke bhar ki mehfil mein yeh apni demands rakhte ki kaise doosre ke ghar ki gate tode our lock se fiddle kare. Jab yeh makaan mein ghoose char saal se pehle isne socha aas paas ke dwellings bhi aate iske adhikar mein jaise taise. Doosre ke driver aur typist ko bhi isne khareeda kyunki paise ke bal par duniya ko khareed na chahta hai. Kyunki iske naukar ne doosre ke driver aur typist ko yeh kaha : "Tum meri duty karte ho Iski nahi."
Yeh paise ke bal par sab driver,chowkidaar ko khareedega kyunki paisa bota hai. Iske paise ne hamein ghar par bandh rakha hai kyunki kab iske aaadmi hum par kar de vaar. Hum jaye kashmere gate ya rajokri iske aadmi sab jagah hote pure puri.
Duniya hai iski muthi mein, duniya hai iski taqdeer isne doosrein ki taqdeer likhna samjha hai apni pehili laqeer.
Aao isko salam karein aur salaam karein iski paise ki taqat ko. Himachali Naukar kya boora hai. Ghar ke kaam bhi kar dega aur Kamata bhi hai. Perhaps this Himachali don is preparing himself to adorn the mantle as the search for the boy would eventually lead to him. The search for the boy is so frantic from his side (day in day out) that finally all gates would lead to him and the intruder don would have to settle for him. Finally you are in Trymabek or in Nagar, this paapi munim has set his men on you. Had toh tab ho gayee jab Tryamek mein isne kisi tenant se saat dino tak foot thumping karaye din or raat. After all his paisa bolta ha aur log bikte hai.
Isne doosro ko khareedene mein maharathi hasil ki hai aur apne millionaire naukar se city ke taqdeer badalni chahi hai. Iska paisa aur iski majboori vashtraheen ho kar baitha hai. Agar kapde pehne hote toh aisi paapi harkatein na karte. Karle doosro ke ghar mein aisi harkatein jis paise ke dum par karta hain vaar wohi paisa tujhe karayega sahi pechhan.
Agar mehnat ki kamaio hoti toh doosro ke ghar mein ghoodsne ki koshish nahin karta. Gaaliya saghar aur sahar ke bahar nahin karta aur gande kaam nahi karta. Paapi paisa hai na tabhi to tune doosre ko khareeda.
Accommodation in Ahmednagar: Scaling the wall of uncertainty by Puneet Rajhans
Accommodation in Ahmednagar
This is a tale that has fewer missing links. Whenever I have made a successful attempt to reach A’nagar, the first wall of uncertainty has to do with securing an accommodation which won’t be hard on my pockets. The budget, linked to the duration of stay, and on most of the occasions the stay stretching between a week to a fortnight, the mandatory adjustments have to be factored in.
The first hurdle to be scaled is on the identity front, as the solitary state of affairs doesn’t shower me with any measurable benefits; in fact acting as a big impediment. The man on the other side of the desk runs a quick and clinical check on how blissful/rewarding is my appearance from top to toe and once assured of my ability to furnish the requisite cash for the entire stay takes the level of interaction to the next stage. Protestations followed with furnishing of identity card and the fickle-cum-roaming assignments I handle doesn’t make him an assured entity with the sole concern being to fleece to the maximum from one who has minimum foundation. Even Exasperation looks doesn’t force him to drop the shrewd quotient by a point or two as he is well within his right to fleece and seize.
Coming to the different situations, if the room rent is inexorably high, the first commitment from my side is to leave the premises and begin the search afresh for livable accommodation. If at other points the man is comfortable enough with my checking in as a sole bird, I am least comfortable with the rate he has suggested.
Negotiations not even half way through I move to the next destination and this not-so-endearing tale finally comes to an end at a place where post furnishing of identity papers and room rent the negotiated rate is for a room that is miniscule in size, located at the far end of the structure and more likely just below the terrace. Settled, the pattern of adjustments come in close quarters with myself just tuned to the prospects of keeping glued to the proceedings at the temple and more oblivious to the unwelcome developments in and around my room. On a macro scale, with accommodation question settled all missing links start falling in place, beginning with the meals that come with greater ease. The Prasadalaya is the one to get the meals from and once the commute hurdle is crossed, the meals are one of the best relishing components of stay.
The next hurdle to be crossed is the extension and this followed by places I should visit for a duration of three to four days in between so as to enable me to return to the old place to ensure an elaborate stay in the spiritual hotspot. Amidst this churns and turns the nagging issue has been and quite noticeable is the inappropriate nature of the hotelwallahs whenever I have taken a room. It is essentially to do with the havoc they unleash. The floor above the room I stay is hit hard for long durations. The thumping of the floor above my room for long hours has become a recurring habit and be it day or in the middle of night the thumping is their birthright. The saving grace being i leave the hotel room between 1 and 3 in the morning so whatever intentional disturbance they wish to create the hours at their disposal are limited. Here I need to be aloof to the proceedings and try to see this unsettled terrain as something unavoidable. This time as well, this happened with me repeatedly in A’gar, Trimabakeshwar and again in A’gar. This at least assured me that trouble mongers are in the nearby areas of the accommodation point and here I need to keep my cool come what may.
As for the exorbitant hotel rates the fleecing is rampant, given the simple accommodations I get in. The rates are too high to be entertained is precisely because of the vast sums furnished by the tribe which doesn’t give a damn to the tariffs and how this would keep them aloof from ever doing a reality check of comprehensively hurting the prospects of those who wish to procrastinate their departure. Burning cash for short stay of few hours is their preferred mantra.
As for those looking for stay beyond fortnight or a month they should be prepared to face a grind of a different nature. A grind that is least appreciable. Hope things turn for better and hotelwallahs stop taking recourse to tactics of thumping the floor of the room above you just for the sake of fun for which they have assured vast sums. Hope things get better in the ensuing period.
This is a tale that has fewer missing links. Whenever I have made a successful attempt to reach A’nagar, the first wall of uncertainty has to do with securing an accommodation which won’t be hard on my pockets. The budget, linked to the duration of stay, and on most of the occasions the stay stretching between a week to a fortnight, the mandatory adjustments have to be factored in.
The first hurdle to be scaled is on the identity front, as the solitary state of affairs doesn’t shower me with any measurable benefits; in fact acting as a big impediment. The man on the other side of the desk runs a quick and clinical check on how blissful/rewarding is my appearance from top to toe and once assured of my ability to furnish the requisite cash for the entire stay takes the level of interaction to the next stage. Protestations followed with furnishing of identity card and the fickle-cum-roaming assignments I handle doesn’t make him an assured entity with the sole concern being to fleece to the maximum from one who has minimum foundation. Even Exasperation looks doesn’t force him to drop the shrewd quotient by a point or two as he is well within his right to fleece and seize.
Coming to the different situations, if the room rent is inexorably high, the first commitment from my side is to leave the premises and begin the search afresh for livable accommodation. If at other points the man is comfortable enough with my checking in as a sole bird, I am least comfortable with the rate he has suggested.
Negotiations not even half way through I move to the next destination and this not-so-endearing tale finally comes to an end at a place where post furnishing of identity papers and room rent the negotiated rate is for a room that is miniscule in size, located at the far end of the structure and more likely just below the terrace. Settled, the pattern of adjustments come in close quarters with myself just tuned to the prospects of keeping glued to the proceedings at the temple and more oblivious to the unwelcome developments in and around my room. On a macro scale, with accommodation question settled all missing links start falling in place, beginning with the meals that come with greater ease. The Prasadalaya is the one to get the meals from and once the commute hurdle is crossed, the meals are one of the best relishing components of stay.
The next hurdle to be crossed is the extension and this followed by places I should visit for a duration of three to four days in between so as to enable me to return to the old place to ensure an elaborate stay in the spiritual hotspot. Amidst this churns and turns the nagging issue has been and quite noticeable is the inappropriate nature of the hotelwallahs whenever I have taken a room. It is essentially to do with the havoc they unleash. The floor above the room I stay is hit hard for long durations. The thumping of the floor above my room for long hours has become a recurring habit and be it day or in the middle of night the thumping is their birthright. The saving grace being i leave the hotel room between 1 and 3 in the morning so whatever intentional disturbance they wish to create the hours at their disposal are limited. Here I need to be aloof to the proceedings and try to see this unsettled terrain as something unavoidable. This time as well, this happened with me repeatedly in A’gar, Trimabakeshwar and again in A’gar. This at least assured me that trouble mongers are in the nearby areas of the accommodation point and here I need to keep my cool come what may.
As for the exorbitant hotel rates the fleecing is rampant, given the simple accommodations I get in. The rates are too high to be entertained is precisely because of the vast sums furnished by the tribe which doesn’t give a damn to the tariffs and how this would keep them aloof from ever doing a reality check of comprehensively hurting the prospects of those who wish to procrastinate their departure. Burning cash for short stay of few hours is their preferred mantra.
As for those looking for stay beyond fortnight or a month they should be prepared to face a grind of a different nature. A grind that is least appreciable. Hope things turn for better and hotelwallahs stop taking recourse to tactics of thumping the floor of the room above you just for the sake of fun for which they have assured vast sums. Hope things get better in the ensuing period.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Stalking Rent and bus ride by Puneet Rajhans
Stalking Rent
As i left Nagar for city there were multiple stalkers on the bus and in the nearby traceable areas who were quite heavy and busy. First about the Neeta bus service. THe guy who runs this bus service needs to be made to understand that nothing succeeds more than an appreciable bus service than letting ruffians dominate the proceedings for entire commute.And this is precisely what happenned when i boarded the bus which should not have been boarded in the first second and third place. The boss needs to be hauled up. Because the driver was the other monster who was not even aware that thick plumes of dust were getting into the air conditioned bus and this status made it more amenable for dust particles to settle in and giving more leg space to the man on the wheels to add to the misery by updating his skills of driving rashly. These drivers of private buswallahs are a law unto themselves - and they give a damn to traffic rules. Essentially this observation stems from my over 17 years of travelling on national and state highways. And here lies the soothing take to this unpalatable proceeding. The best part is RR Services and Konduskar bus services have begun their operations and hope they would be better in their conduct and true to their verification.
Before writing about the untamed tribe of stalkers a word or two on accommodation in Nagar. Accommodation has always been and would be a big issue in Nagar because the authorities have for the past three decades literally shut their eyes and ears to the way the unchecked commercial development (hotels and one to seven night accommodation points) has come up in the spiritual centre. They charge unimaginable exorbitant rate and expect you to check out before the designated time and with no extra wait. It is true of 90 per cent of hotels in the spiritual town; grim reminder to the way things have panned out in the past seven to eight years. Except for the Samadhi Mandir and Dwarkamai and Chavadi nothing radiates the Sadguru's blessings and his spreading waves. The very fact that they don't connect to prayer connect (four times a day) makes them more amenable to such acts of impropriety. Had they been remotely associated with prayer connect sessions even once a day or alternate days, the commercial signposts would have been least visible.Not stopping at exorbitant rates, most hotelwallahs would deliberately let someone continuously thump the floor above your room all day and night so that they can make you understand that those with deep kala pockets can wreak havoc as large army of unemployed are willing to give you a ride that would be an unpardonable sight. Hurling filthy abuse in accommodation points outside Capital gives the Intruder Munim King the shelf life and gnawing realisation that unlimited moolah would give him the gear to shake the simple foundation of others.
The stay in the Capital in the past five years have been a torment of sorts given the untamed usage of unaccounted moolah that has led to an entire tribe of stalkers get into the groove day and night. And this was the concern high on my mind as my stay in Nagar was drawing to a close.
As i checked out of innumerable accommodations i stayed in, the man sitting in a dhaba showed his reflex action as if he was just waiting for me and my destination. He gave a long stare from a distance and was immediately on a cell probably with a message to tell. Same thing happened in Nashik where a man repeatedly came to the front side of the bus and repeatedly shouted that the bus was meant to proceed towards one particular destination. How could you dismiss it as a coincidence that the morning meals you have in a joint followed by the wait for the bus at a travel agent office the same bunch of men appear with stalking rhyme. Not once but repeatedly.
I just fail to understand what these stalkers want to achieve. Their masters are monsters and mark my words all their patronisers would suffer and generations after generations in their family would be stalked and their receding,rocking fort rocked.
As the bus left Nagar for the city , some stalkers were sitting next to me and finding the situation quite pretty. As the bus entered the periphery, one stalker changed his seat and was on a cell to his patroniser whom he wanted to greet.
I knew the destination they were supposed to get down so i deliberately remained put inside the bus for long so that i could escape from their frown. Even though i got to the accommodation, by morning i had known the stalkers had got to know my place of three day admission. It was an awful sight and in the stations and the locals they gave me an admonishable fright.
Stalkers and their patronisers, as some suggested in the bus, be firmly told that they should look beneath their homes and dirty conduct that continues under their nose. What your sons, son-deprived status men,servants and daughter indulge in you should clinically look at that instead of wasting your kala dhan on keeping a tab on someone's travel acts. Criminal Intruder King and his illegitimate band of henchmen including the servant-turned-sons have enough money lure to make others to fall to their bait - reflected through acts of untamed taling others outside Capital - and let the acts of impropriety take a new face. You would suffer and that is for sure as nothing would make you amend as you have enough money lure. Time is the sole factor that is making you not differentiate between good and bad as stalking and torturing are vices that are fast losing fad.
By the way how could stalking be possible in spiritual centres? THe fact of the matter is some people haven't had a developed mind and with an undeveloped mind and finding thrilling such stalking grind as it gives them enough moolah which they can't make in the entire season of hulla and gulla. So stalkers would thrive as the time is on their side but a day would come when they would have to repent as these very vices would grip their generations whose elders have grown on kala dhan and the money they gave to large army of unemployed youth as stalking rent.
As i returned to the Capital, the first hour was spent in the station to get me some breathing space from the stalking battle that was supposed to get into the familiar race. Things hadn't changed a bit and by evening the stalkers and their monster bosses were getting into acts of shameless intrusion and demonstration. The next few days are hard which my bus colleagues have told me but things can be managed as another spiritual outing could be on the cards.
As i left Nagar for city there were multiple stalkers on the bus and in the nearby traceable areas who were quite heavy and busy. First about the Neeta bus service. THe guy who runs this bus service needs to be made to understand that nothing succeeds more than an appreciable bus service than letting ruffians dominate the proceedings for entire commute.And this is precisely what happenned when i boarded the bus which should not have been boarded in the first second and third place. The boss needs to be hauled up. Because the driver was the other monster who was not even aware that thick plumes of dust were getting into the air conditioned bus and this status made it more amenable for dust particles to settle in and giving more leg space to the man on the wheels to add to the misery by updating his skills of driving rashly. These drivers of private buswallahs are a law unto themselves - and they give a damn to traffic rules. Essentially this observation stems from my over 17 years of travelling on national and state highways. And here lies the soothing take to this unpalatable proceeding. The best part is RR Services and Konduskar bus services have begun their operations and hope they would be better in their conduct and true to their verification.
Before writing about the untamed tribe of stalkers a word or two on accommodation in Nagar. Accommodation has always been and would be a big issue in Nagar because the authorities have for the past three decades literally shut their eyes and ears to the way the unchecked commercial development (hotels and one to seven night accommodation points) has come up in the spiritual centre. They charge unimaginable exorbitant rate and expect you to check out before the designated time and with no extra wait. It is true of 90 per cent of hotels in the spiritual town; grim reminder to the way things have panned out in the past seven to eight years. Except for the Samadhi Mandir and Dwarkamai and Chavadi nothing radiates the Sadguru's blessings and his spreading waves. The very fact that they don't connect to prayer connect (four times a day) makes them more amenable to such acts of impropriety. Had they been remotely associated with prayer connect sessions even once a day or alternate days, the commercial signposts would have been least visible.Not stopping at exorbitant rates, most hotelwallahs would deliberately let someone continuously thump the floor above your room all day and night so that they can make you understand that those with deep kala pockets can wreak havoc as large army of unemployed are willing to give you a ride that would be an unpardonable sight. Hurling filthy abuse in accommodation points outside Capital gives the Intruder Munim King the shelf life and gnawing realisation that unlimited moolah would give him the gear to shake the simple foundation of others.
The stay in the Capital in the past five years have been a torment of sorts given the untamed usage of unaccounted moolah that has led to an entire tribe of stalkers get into the groove day and night. And this was the concern high on my mind as my stay in Nagar was drawing to a close.
As i checked out of innumerable accommodations i stayed in, the man sitting in a dhaba showed his reflex action as if he was just waiting for me and my destination. He gave a long stare from a distance and was immediately on a cell probably with a message to tell. Same thing happened in Nashik where a man repeatedly came to the front side of the bus and repeatedly shouted that the bus was meant to proceed towards one particular destination. How could you dismiss it as a coincidence that the morning meals you have in a joint followed by the wait for the bus at a travel agent office the same bunch of men appear with stalking rhyme. Not once but repeatedly.
I just fail to understand what these stalkers want to achieve. Their masters are monsters and mark my words all their patronisers would suffer and generations after generations in their family would be stalked and their receding,rocking fort rocked.
As the bus left Nagar for the city , some stalkers were sitting next to me and finding the situation quite pretty. As the bus entered the periphery, one stalker changed his seat and was on a cell to his patroniser whom he wanted to greet.
I knew the destination they were supposed to get down so i deliberately remained put inside the bus for long so that i could escape from their frown. Even though i got to the accommodation, by morning i had known the stalkers had got to know my place of three day admission. It was an awful sight and in the stations and the locals they gave me an admonishable fright.
Stalkers and their patronisers, as some suggested in the bus, be firmly told that they should look beneath their homes and dirty conduct that continues under their nose. What your sons, son-deprived status men,servants and daughter indulge in you should clinically look at that instead of wasting your kala dhan on keeping a tab on someone's travel acts. Criminal Intruder King and his illegitimate band of henchmen including the servant-turned-sons have enough money lure to make others to fall to their bait - reflected through acts of untamed taling others outside Capital - and let the acts of impropriety take a new face. You would suffer and that is for sure as nothing would make you amend as you have enough money lure. Time is the sole factor that is making you not differentiate between good and bad as stalking and torturing are vices that are fast losing fad.
By the way how could stalking be possible in spiritual centres? THe fact of the matter is some people haven't had a developed mind and with an undeveloped mind and finding thrilling such stalking grind as it gives them enough moolah which they can't make in the entire season of hulla and gulla. So stalkers would thrive as the time is on their side but a day would come when they would have to repent as these very vices would grip their generations whose elders have grown on kala dhan and the money they gave to large army of unemployed youth as stalking rent.
As i returned to the Capital, the first hour was spent in the station to get me some breathing space from the stalking battle that was supposed to get into the familiar race. Things hadn't changed a bit and by evening the stalkers and their monster bosses were getting into acts of shameless intrusion and demonstration. The next few days are hard which my bus colleagues have told me but things can be managed as another spiritual outing could be on the cards.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Though Cricket India has made it to the Quarters, even before the Windies contest came along, the one against the Aussies could be easily managed if Cricket India stays assidiously strong. The outing against the Aussies won't be an out and out cakewalk for either side but as one's hunch suggests India would scrape through with no big seamers rocking their fort. The contest at Motera has chances of keeping you tied to your seats and the final picture would be one where Cricket India would be handing out a complete defeat to Cricket Australia. Ravichandran Aswin would be the key and as prayers went before his last two deliveries the batsmen logically fell to his knees.
Though Proteas have the surest chance of going past semi final stage, the one they are going to meet against is something that we have to wait.
It is strain on my eyes as i write this . This essay would be completed once the good vibes begin to flow with ease.
Though Proteas have the surest chance of going past semi final stage, the one they are going to meet against is something that we have to wait.
It is strain on my eyes as i write this . This essay would be completed once the good vibes begin to flow with ease.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Approaching Bhusaval + by Puneet Rajhans
Approaching Bhusaval+ by Puneet Rajhans
When i was approaching Bhusaval, some could be spotted grappling with innumerable acts of survival, essentially conveyed through feats of wrapping themselves in a towel. Morning blues hadn't entirely gone away with some having yet to clear the morning sensation and thus got into the natural bowel fray. Bhusaval Station may have been the destination but for sometime i was thinking about Asansol visitation. The place i visited few months ago and the enriching meals i took that gave my stomach the full flow. That season after three hours wait a train came to take me to Howrah which was my week's stay of awakening and a build up of a new era. As these thoughts ran through my mind and Bhusaval still away more than quarter of a mile, i spotted wagons which had Asansol etched on its cabins.
There were over 40 wagons probably emanating from Asansol head station and waiting to offload at Bhusaval the destination. That moment i hoped i would be in Asansol some day just to check the meals and climate an exercise few could flay. The thrust to travel and tryst with destinations would continue for long, after all this is the way to get away from the demons of stalkers who don't perform for a song. As i got down at Bhusaval, the following stations, namely Jalgaon, Chalisgaon, Nandgaon and beyond were other likely destinations. The train was proceeding towards Mumbai and all passengers were caught up in acts of time pass; some playing cards and some throwing their hearts. I, for one, could ill-afford the two as fatigue had started showing my body blues. Some moments later i had fulsome curd followed by a shared taxi ride and what after that i experienced was something i can't hide (the body had to bear and tear). Exhausted to a point i looked for meals at a Madras joint only to discover that roads had been dug up and the passage had become an unnerving set-up. THe stay was close to a week and the searing heat hadn't assumed the full feat. A more than a week later after the Tryambek Tryst when i returned to the same place, the searing feat had become the destination's enduring fate. THe remarks register was missing for some days when you had meals meant for the masses; after all who would give a thought to what pilgrims have experienced when heat is extremely turbulent. The stay was short and swift and the developing environs equally ripe and robust.
THis stay gave me innumerable chances to ponder on how i stayed in the same enriching place in the months of March and April some years ago when the heat showed no mercy and rains rarely felled and flowed. That apart, the stay then was quite scintillating , after all we are all born to live and let live is the reigning setting.
Perhaps the next destination could be in the West after i have returned from the National Capital where i have to save myself from innumerable stalking battle (stalking was too much rampant in Tryambek) and fuming rage rattle. Asansol may also come along in the near future if not the West, after all meals and climate have to be studied of whether they have lived up to expected gear. These destinations are the way to check the pulse of the nation and yet testify to the fact that meals and accommodation are Lord's reigning gift and determination.
Coming to the more serious issue of those grappling with innumerable acts of survival illustrated through their untamed knack of getting wrapped in a towel. That is the only way they can travel. They unfurl the fabric if and when any destination approaches which stores some magic. THese towel travellers have stood the test of times and have a weighty agenda given their nonsensical funda. In the season of searing heat and shared taxi ride fleet, towel travellers unwrap themselves with ease when they have to take a shower and again wrapped in towel siege they hop on to the shared taxi fleet. Hopping from one taxi to another all wrapped up in a towel gives them the freedom to exercise their right to any shape, size and colour of fabric that they should adorn after all fewer fabric takes away the lethargy and compels them to carpet bomb. The towel travellers would grow as a tribe as searing heat would become difficult to dodge and plausibly give them more followers to watch.
As these views get expressed and i get an express message that i need to maintain cool in all times of adversity, probably the strength comes from the Lord's blessings and his guidance towards what is sacred and what are acts of shrewd. Thanks for watching us /stalking us is something i have been hearing for long. But i fail to understand that though the entire tribe is not tainted (just a handful or at the most one or two ) and they keep repeatedly themselves associated with them for fun.
Probably the gnawing realisation is not there that nothing floats better than honesty and faith howsoever hard some may try to rock your will and gait. Time would fly and travel plans would be made but all that would be done with the intent that limited resources don't go waste. As i took the taxi the other day, myself being the solitary occupant, i just looked back at the past 30 days and how eventful they have been for the sheer fact that meals and accommodation could be managed with Lord's continuning reign. The sight next to the C'gate wasn't that appealing as the searing heat made it mandatory for me to take a hasty retreat. June would be the time to hit the city with a new frame of mind as that was the time when i discovered the best charm and shine. Some looks are amazing and some disappear with an expressive gait, probably the city gives you more than it takes. Best wishes to the City of Ganesha and best wishes to its teeming populace; the charm and the fabric that most endure and are in the race.
When i was approaching Bhusaval, some could be spotted grappling with innumerable acts of survival, essentially conveyed through feats of wrapping themselves in a towel. Morning blues hadn't entirely gone away with some having yet to clear the morning sensation and thus got into the natural bowel fray. Bhusaval Station may have been the destination but for sometime i was thinking about Asansol visitation. The place i visited few months ago and the enriching meals i took that gave my stomach the full flow. That season after three hours wait a train came to take me to Howrah which was my week's stay of awakening and a build up of a new era. As these thoughts ran through my mind and Bhusaval still away more than quarter of a mile, i spotted wagons which had Asansol etched on its cabins.
There were over 40 wagons probably emanating from Asansol head station and waiting to offload at Bhusaval the destination. That moment i hoped i would be in Asansol some day just to check the meals and climate an exercise few could flay. The thrust to travel and tryst with destinations would continue for long, after all this is the way to get away from the demons of stalkers who don't perform for a song. As i got down at Bhusaval, the following stations, namely Jalgaon, Chalisgaon, Nandgaon and beyond were other likely destinations. The train was proceeding towards Mumbai and all passengers were caught up in acts of time pass; some playing cards and some throwing their hearts. I, for one, could ill-afford the two as fatigue had started showing my body blues. Some moments later i had fulsome curd followed by a shared taxi ride and what after that i experienced was something i can't hide (the body had to bear and tear). Exhausted to a point i looked for meals at a Madras joint only to discover that roads had been dug up and the passage had become an unnerving set-up. THe stay was close to a week and the searing heat hadn't assumed the full feat. A more than a week later after the Tryambek Tryst when i returned to the same place, the searing feat had become the destination's enduring fate. THe remarks register was missing for some days when you had meals meant for the masses; after all who would give a thought to what pilgrims have experienced when heat is extremely turbulent. The stay was short and swift and the developing environs equally ripe and robust.
THis stay gave me innumerable chances to ponder on how i stayed in the same enriching place in the months of March and April some years ago when the heat showed no mercy and rains rarely felled and flowed. That apart, the stay then was quite scintillating , after all we are all born to live and let live is the reigning setting.
Perhaps the next destination could be in the West after i have returned from the National Capital where i have to save myself from innumerable stalking battle (stalking was too much rampant in Tryambek) and fuming rage rattle. Asansol may also come along in the near future if not the West, after all meals and climate have to be studied of whether they have lived up to expected gear. These destinations are the way to check the pulse of the nation and yet testify to the fact that meals and accommodation are Lord's reigning gift and determination.
Coming to the more serious issue of those grappling with innumerable acts of survival illustrated through their untamed knack of getting wrapped in a towel. That is the only way they can travel. They unfurl the fabric if and when any destination approaches which stores some magic. THese towel travellers have stood the test of times and have a weighty agenda given their nonsensical funda. In the season of searing heat and shared taxi ride fleet, towel travellers unwrap themselves with ease when they have to take a shower and again wrapped in towel siege they hop on to the shared taxi fleet. Hopping from one taxi to another all wrapped up in a towel gives them the freedom to exercise their right to any shape, size and colour of fabric that they should adorn after all fewer fabric takes away the lethargy and compels them to carpet bomb. The towel travellers would grow as a tribe as searing heat would become difficult to dodge and plausibly give them more followers to watch.
As these views get expressed and i get an express message that i need to maintain cool in all times of adversity, probably the strength comes from the Lord's blessings and his guidance towards what is sacred and what are acts of shrewd. Thanks for watching us /stalking us is something i have been hearing for long. But i fail to understand that though the entire tribe is not tainted (just a handful or at the most one or two ) and they keep repeatedly themselves associated with them for fun.
Probably the gnawing realisation is not there that nothing floats better than honesty and faith howsoever hard some may try to rock your will and gait. Time would fly and travel plans would be made but all that would be done with the intent that limited resources don't go waste. As i took the taxi the other day, myself being the solitary occupant, i just looked back at the past 30 days and how eventful they have been for the sheer fact that meals and accommodation could be managed with Lord's continuning reign. The sight next to the C'gate wasn't that appealing as the searing heat made it mandatory for me to take a hasty retreat. June would be the time to hit the city with a new frame of mind as that was the time when i discovered the best charm and shine. Some looks are amazing and some disappear with an expressive gait, probably the city gives you more than it takes. Best wishes to the City of Ganesha and best wishes to its teeming populace; the charm and the fabric that most endure and are in the race.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Access to a morning paper and scorecard
Access to a morning paper and scorecard
As i get access to a morning paper that gives you break up of a Saturday match fever, i am reminded of how vulnerable Cricket India is against formidables. Topping the table where West Indies and South Africa have yet to equal India's 5 match participation just goes on to show how points have been raised by getting minnows who could not create much sensation. Some would have suggested it to be a cracker of a contest against Proteas but the way the batting line up threw up in despair gives the shudder of who would have done the repair had Sachin, S'wag and G'tam scores been not a commanding share. The fall began from the 39th over and in less than 10 overs Cricket India going beyond 300 would have looked like they doing themselves a big favour. Virat made one, Harbhajan three and Zaheer, Asish, Munaf none. That is how the scorecard read and gave Proteas more than an outside chance to see Cricket India in completely red. Hash 61, Graeme 16, Kallis 69 made the opposition side lose its shine. Though entry to Quarterfinals has been breached (looks to be) but it could still be an insurmountable odd when they face Kiwis and they could literally sneeze. A good outing against Windies could be a good moral support otherwise they are in for dwindling local bloat.
Dhoni has chided the team for playing for the crowd rather than the country and herein lies Cricket India's root of misery. Had IPL bus been abandoned for long, the team members would not have swayed to beats of spectators and would have rallied to the cause of Cricket India's lasting upswing.
At 257 for one in 38.4 overs, those suggesting that Cricket India would post 400 plus total were living in fool's paradise as some including me believed that breaching 300 could still be a big battle and if it happens it would be a big surprise if Proteas won. Returning after two hours interval to the travelwallah office when Proteas were 60 for one and seeing Cricket India bundled out for 296 with four scoring none, i assumed the battle the Proteas had almost won. Thirteen to get in six, the Proteas in 4 balls made a clean sweep.
The lesson to be registered: The batting and bowling are failing and it is only improvised reverse batting from the likes of de villiers that is reigning. Let us hail his feat and hope Cricket India has reservoir of pride to play for the country and give us a treat.
As i get access to a morning paper that gives you break up of a Saturday match fever, i am reminded of how vulnerable Cricket India is against formidables. Topping the table where West Indies and South Africa have yet to equal India's 5 match participation just goes on to show how points have been raised by getting minnows who could not create much sensation. Some would have suggested it to be a cracker of a contest against Proteas but the way the batting line up threw up in despair gives the shudder of who would have done the repair had Sachin, S'wag and G'tam scores been not a commanding share. The fall began from the 39th over and in less than 10 overs Cricket India going beyond 300 would have looked like they doing themselves a big favour. Virat made one, Harbhajan three and Zaheer, Asish, Munaf none. That is how the scorecard read and gave Proteas more than an outside chance to see Cricket India in completely red. Hash 61, Graeme 16, Kallis 69 made the opposition side lose its shine. Though entry to Quarterfinals has been breached (looks to be) but it could still be an insurmountable odd when they face Kiwis and they could literally sneeze. A good outing against Windies could be a good moral support otherwise they are in for dwindling local bloat.
Dhoni has chided the team for playing for the crowd rather than the country and herein lies Cricket India's root of misery. Had IPL bus been abandoned for long, the team members would not have swayed to beats of spectators and would have rallied to the cause of Cricket India's lasting upswing.
At 257 for one in 38.4 overs, those suggesting that Cricket India would post 400 plus total were living in fool's paradise as some including me believed that breaching 300 could still be a big battle and if it happens it would be a big surprise if Proteas won. Returning after two hours interval to the travelwallah office when Proteas were 60 for one and seeing Cricket India bundled out for 296 with four scoring none, i assumed the battle the Proteas had almost won. Thirteen to get in six, the Proteas in 4 balls made a clean sweep.
The lesson to be registered: The batting and bowling are failing and it is only improvised reverse batting from the likes of de villiers that is reigning. Let us hail his feat and hope Cricket India has reservoir of pride to play for the country and give us a treat.
Approaching Bhusaval by Puneet Rajhans
Approaching Bhusaval by Puneet Rajhans
When i was approaching Bhusaval, some could be spotted grappling with innumerable acts of survival, essentially conveyed through feats of wrapping themselves in a towel. Morning blues hadn't entirely gone away with some having yet to clear the morning sensation and thus got into the natural bowel fray. Bhusaval Station may have been the destination but for sometime i was thinking about Asansol visitation. The place i visited few months ago and the enriching meals i took that gave my stomach the full flow. That season after three hours wait a train came to take me to Howrah which was my week's stay of awakening and a build up of a new era. As these thoughts ran through my mind and Bhusaval still away more than quarter of a mile, i spotted wagons which had Asansol etched on its cabins.
There were over 40 wagons probably emanating from Asansol head station and waiting to offload at Bhusaval the destination. That moment i hoped i would be in Asansol some day just to check the meals and climate an exercise few could flay. The thrust to travel and tryst with destinations would continue for long, after all this is the way to get away from the demons of stalkers who don't perform for a song. As i got down at Bhusaval, the following stations, namely Jalgaon, Chalisgaon, Nandgaon and beyond were other likely destinations. The train was proceeding towards Mumbai and all passengers were caught up in acts of time pass; some playing cards and some throwing their hearts. I, for one, could ill-afford the two as fatigue had started showing my body blues. Some moments later i had fulsome curd followed by a shared taxi ride and what after that i experienced was something i can't hide (the body had to bear and tear). Exhausted to a point i looked for meals at a Madras joint only to discover that roads had been dug up and the passage had become an unnerving set-up. THe stay was close to a week and the searing heat hadn't assumed the full feat. A more than a week later after the Tryambek Tryst when i returned to the same place, the searing feat had become the destination's enduring fate. THe remarks register was missing for some days when you had meals meant for the masses; after all who would give a thought to what pilgrims have experienced when heat is extremely turbulent. The stay was short and swift and the developing environs equally ripe and robust.
THis stay gave me innumerable chances to ponder on how i stayed in the same enriching place in the months of March and April some years ago when the heat showed no mercy and rains rarely felled and flowed. That apart, the stay then was quite scintillating , after all we are all born to live and let live is the reigning setting.
Perhaps the next destination could be in the West after i have returned from the National Capital where i have to save myself from innumerable stalking battle (stalking was too much rampant in Tryambek) and fuming rage rattle. Asansol may also come along in the near future if not the West, after all meals and climate have to be studied of whether they have lived up to expected gear. These destinations are the way to check the pulse of the nation and yet testify to the fact that meals and accommodation are Lord's reigning gift and determination.
Coming to the more serious issue of those grappling with innumerable acts of survival illustrated through their untamed knack of getting wrapped in a towel. That is the only way they can travel. They unfurl the fabric if and when any destination approaches which stores some magic. THese towel travellers have stood the test of times and have a weighty agenda given their nonsensical funda. In the season of searing heat and shared taxi ride fleet, towel travellers unwrap themselves with ease when they have to take a shower and again wrapped in towel siege they hop on to the shared taxi fleet. Hopping from one taxi to another all wrapped up in a towel gives them the freedom to exercise their right to any shape, size and colour of fabric that they should adorn after all fewer fabric takes away the lethargy and compels them to carpet bomb. The towel travellers would grow as a tribe as searing heat would become difficult to dodge and plausibly give them more followers to watch.
When i was approaching Bhusaval, some could be spotted grappling with innumerable acts of survival, essentially conveyed through feats of wrapping themselves in a towel. Morning blues hadn't entirely gone away with some having yet to clear the morning sensation and thus got into the natural bowel fray. Bhusaval Station may have been the destination but for sometime i was thinking about Asansol visitation. The place i visited few months ago and the enriching meals i took that gave my stomach the full flow. That season after three hours wait a train came to take me to Howrah which was my week's stay of awakening and a build up of a new era. As these thoughts ran through my mind and Bhusaval still away more than quarter of a mile, i spotted wagons which had Asansol etched on its cabins.
There were over 40 wagons probably emanating from Asansol head station and waiting to offload at Bhusaval the destination. That moment i hoped i would be in Asansol some day just to check the meals and climate an exercise few could flay. The thrust to travel and tryst with destinations would continue for long, after all this is the way to get away from the demons of stalkers who don't perform for a song. As i got down at Bhusaval, the following stations, namely Jalgaon, Chalisgaon, Nandgaon and beyond were other likely destinations. The train was proceeding towards Mumbai and all passengers were caught up in acts of time pass; some playing cards and some throwing their hearts. I, for one, could ill-afford the two as fatigue had started showing my body blues. Some moments later i had fulsome curd followed by a shared taxi ride and what after that i experienced was something i can't hide (the body had to bear and tear). Exhausted to a point i looked for meals at a Madras joint only to discover that roads had been dug up and the passage had become an unnerving set-up. THe stay was close to a week and the searing heat hadn't assumed the full feat. A more than a week later after the Tryambek Tryst when i returned to the same place, the searing feat had become the destination's enduring fate. THe remarks register was missing for some days when you had meals meant for the masses; after all who would give a thought to what pilgrims have experienced when heat is extremely turbulent. The stay was short and swift and the developing environs equally ripe and robust.
THis stay gave me innumerable chances to ponder on how i stayed in the same enriching place in the months of March and April some years ago when the heat showed no mercy and rains rarely felled and flowed. That apart, the stay then was quite scintillating , after all we are all born to live and let live is the reigning setting.
Perhaps the next destination could be in the West after i have returned from the National Capital where i have to save myself from innumerable stalking battle (stalking was too much rampant in Tryambek) and fuming rage rattle. Asansol may also come along in the near future if not the West, after all meals and climate have to be studied of whether they have lived up to expected gear. These destinations are the way to check the pulse of the nation and yet testify to the fact that meals and accommodation are Lord's reigning gift and determination.
Coming to the more serious issue of those grappling with innumerable acts of survival illustrated through their untamed knack of getting wrapped in a towel. That is the only way they can travel. They unfurl the fabric if and when any destination approaches which stores some magic. THese towel travellers have stood the test of times and have a weighty agenda given their nonsensical funda. In the season of searing heat and shared taxi ride fleet, towel travellers unwrap themselves with ease when they have to take a shower and again wrapped in towel siege they hop on to the shared taxi fleet. Hopping from one taxi to another all wrapped up in a towel gives them the freedom to exercise their right to any shape, size and colour of fabric that they should adorn after all fewer fabric takes away the lethargy and compels them to carpet bomb. The towel travellers would grow as a tribe as searing heat would become difficult to dodge and plausibly give them more followers to watch.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Enquiries about TEA by Puneet Rajhans
Enquiries about TEA
The other day i made enquiries about tea. The man at the front desk of a food joint whom i approached, learning about my query on tea gave me a long stare, perhaps suggesting the query itself was amounting to sacrilege seen very rare. Perhaps he suggested from his long stare that i had the audacity to take tea which for the price of Rs 15 to 20 would enable me to take a seat, have a fan support and take a good glance of the crowd that would file in and file out. Not at all enamoured by what i enquired about he indicated me to stage a walkout, failing which he had forces to show me the door to the outside world. I left bewildered at his conduct but soon had another tea at another joint that had none other than me at that point. What i have realised in the twists and turns of long ride is that query of nominal nature are to be dismissed as one having no stature and this tea-making query was followed by few days later on a paper which the man handling the business expressed his no fondness.
TOI what i was looking for and the man suggested to wait for half an hour. Just to be doubly sure, i asked would the paper be here after his 30 minutes roar, he frowned: "Gadi road par chalti hai." Here i gave him the little piece of my developing mind by telling him point blank where is the need to lose cool when morning has just set in to make us drool. Few minutes of frantic search didn't yield the paper i read and i returned to him pleading to hand over the paper with the requisite change as well coming from him. This time, he was noble and sobre.
Prior to this the bread-butter consumption at a joint early morning showed the other side of a disturbed entity who was no else than the cashier-cum-manager of a restaurant. When i took the toast with two cups of tea and sought a change to my note, the manager again gave me a long stare as if he always had food which he always had to share. Perhaps the stare suggested that small transactions won't be tolerated and they look forward to meals order that are bold and enable them to send to their homes big money order. The manager, cashier and other elements were frowning at the change i sought which they believed were nothing but a way to show their falling meal order record. Showing disregard to this unwanted mayhem i started to look at the map of the state which showed how much i have travelled in a new found gait.
Prior to this the last evening was wonderful as the crowd hailing from Bong frontier gave me a chance to be with them in a renewed gear. Queries from them saw me settle the doubts and invoke their prized opinion about my clout. Such interactions take us to add a refreshing chapter to our life where there are still millions and millions who are simple and plain white. They are good at heart and noble in their conduct and after all such crowd has to be hailed and hope the meeting of minds keep on happening without fail. This would be a recurring feature which would help us to be in all-weather flavour.
The other day i made enquiries about tea. The man at the front desk of a food joint whom i approached, learning about my query on tea gave me a long stare, perhaps suggesting the query itself was amounting to sacrilege seen very rare. Perhaps he suggested from his long stare that i had the audacity to take tea which for the price of Rs 15 to 20 would enable me to take a seat, have a fan support and take a good glance of the crowd that would file in and file out. Not at all enamoured by what i enquired about he indicated me to stage a walkout, failing which he had forces to show me the door to the outside world. I left bewildered at his conduct but soon had another tea at another joint that had none other than me at that point. What i have realised in the twists and turns of long ride is that query of nominal nature are to be dismissed as one having no stature and this tea-making query was followed by few days later on a paper which the man handling the business expressed his no fondness.
TOI what i was looking for and the man suggested to wait for half an hour. Just to be doubly sure, i asked would the paper be here after his 30 minutes roar, he frowned: "Gadi road par chalti hai." Here i gave him the little piece of my developing mind by telling him point blank where is the need to lose cool when morning has just set in to make us drool. Few minutes of frantic search didn't yield the paper i read and i returned to him pleading to hand over the paper with the requisite change as well coming from him. This time, he was noble and sobre.
Prior to this the bread-butter consumption at a joint early morning showed the other side of a disturbed entity who was no else than the cashier-cum-manager of a restaurant. When i took the toast with two cups of tea and sought a change to my note, the manager again gave me a long stare as if he always had food which he always had to share. Perhaps the stare suggested that small transactions won't be tolerated and they look forward to meals order that are bold and enable them to send to their homes big money order. The manager, cashier and other elements were frowning at the change i sought which they believed were nothing but a way to show their falling meal order record. Showing disregard to this unwanted mayhem i started to look at the map of the state which showed how much i have travelled in a new found gait.
Prior to this the last evening was wonderful as the crowd hailing from Bong frontier gave me a chance to be with them in a renewed gear. Queries from them saw me settle the doubts and invoke their prized opinion about my clout. Such interactions take us to add a refreshing chapter to our life where there are still millions and millions who are simple and plain white. They are good at heart and noble in their conduct and after all such crowd has to be hailed and hope the meeting of minds keep on happening without fail. This would be a recurring feature which would help us to be in all-weather flavour.
Approaching Bhusaval by Puneet Rajhans
Approaching Bhusaval by Puneet Rajhans
When i was approaching Bhusaval, some could be spotted grappling with innumerable acts of survival, essentially conveyed through feats of wrapping themselves in a towel. Morning blues hadn't entirely gone away with some having yet to clear the morning sensation and thus got into the natural bowel fray. Bhusaval Station may have been the destination but for sometime i was thinking about Asansol visitation. The place i visited few months ago and the enriching meals i took that gave my stomach the full flow. That season after three hours wait a train came to take me to Howrah which was my week's stay of awakening and a build up of a new era. As these thoughts ran through my mind and Bhusaval still away more than quarter of a mile, i spotted wagons which had Asansol etched on its cabins.
There were over 40 wagons probably emanating from Asansol head station and waiting to offload at Bhusaval the destination. That moment i hoped i would be in Asansol some day just to check the meals and climate an exercise few could flay. The thrust to travel and tryst with destinations would continue for long, after all this is the way to get away from the demons of stalkers who don't perform for a song. As i got down at Bhusaval, the following stations, namely Jalgaon, Chalisgaon, Nandgaon and beyond were other likely destinations. The train was proceeding towards Mumbai and all passengers were caught up in acts of time pass; some playing cards and some throwing their hearts. I, for one, could ill-afford the two as fatigue had started showing my body blues. Some moments later i had fulsome curd followed by a shared taxi ride and what after that i experienced was something i can't hide (the body had to bear and tear). Exhausted to a point i looked for meals at a Madras joint only to discover that roads had been dug up and the passage had become an unnerving set-up. THe stay was close to a week and the searing heat hadn't assumed the full feat. A more than a week later after the Tryambek Tryst when i returned to the same place, the searing feat had become the destination's enduring fate. THe remarks register was missing for some days when you had meals meant for the masses; after all who would give a thought to what pilgrims have experienced when heat is extremely turbulent. The stay was short and swift and the developing environs equally ripe and robust.
THis stay gave me innumerable chances to ponder on how i stayed in the same enriching place in the months of March and April some years ago when the heat showed no mercy and rains rarely felled and flowed. That apart, the stay then was quite scintillating , after all we are all born to live and let live is the reigning setting.
Perhaps the next destination could be in the West after i have returned from the National Capital where i have to save myself from innumerable stalking battle (stalking was too much rampant in Tryambek) and fuming rage rattle. Asansol may also come along in the near future if not the West, after all meals and climate have to be studied of whether they have lived up to expected gear. These destinations are the way to check the pulse of the nation and yet testify to the fact that meals and accommodation are Lord's reigning gift and determination.
Coming to the more serious issue of those grappling with innumerable acts of survival illustrated through their untamed knack of getting wrapped in a towel. That is the only way they can travel. They unfurl the fabric if and when any destination approaches which stores some magic. THese towel travellers have stood the test of times and have a weighty agenda given their nonsensical funda. In the season of searing heat and shared taxi ride fleet, towel travellers unwrap themselves with ease when they have to take a shower and again wrapped in towel siege they hop on to the shared taxi fleet. Hopping from one taxi to another all wrapped up in a towel gives them the freedom to exercise their right to any shape, size and colour of fabric that they should adorn after all fewer fabric takes away the lethargy and compels them to carpet bomb. The towel travellers would grow as a tribe as searing heat would become difficult to dodge and plausibly give them more followers to watch.
When i was approaching Bhusaval, some could be spotted grappling with innumerable acts of survival, essentially conveyed through feats of wrapping themselves in a towel. Morning blues hadn't entirely gone away with some having yet to clear the morning sensation and thus got into the natural bowel fray. Bhusaval Station may have been the destination but for sometime i was thinking about Asansol visitation. The place i visited few months ago and the enriching meals i took that gave my stomach the full flow. That season after three hours wait a train came to take me to Howrah which was my week's stay of awakening and a build up of a new era. As these thoughts ran through my mind and Bhusaval still away more than quarter of a mile, i spotted wagons which had Asansol etched on its cabins.
There were over 40 wagons probably emanating from Asansol head station and waiting to offload at Bhusaval the destination. That moment i hoped i would be in Asansol some day just to check the meals and climate an exercise few could flay. The thrust to travel and tryst with destinations would continue for long, after all this is the way to get away from the demons of stalkers who don't perform for a song. As i got down at Bhusaval, the following stations, namely Jalgaon, Chalisgaon, Nandgaon and beyond were other likely destinations. The train was proceeding towards Mumbai and all passengers were caught up in acts of time pass; some playing cards and some throwing their hearts. I, for one, could ill-afford the two as fatigue had started showing my body blues. Some moments later i had fulsome curd followed by a shared taxi ride and what after that i experienced was something i can't hide (the body had to bear and tear). Exhausted to a point i looked for meals at a Madras joint only to discover that roads had been dug up and the passage had become an unnerving set-up. THe stay was close to a week and the searing heat hadn't assumed the full feat. A more than a week later after the Tryambek Tryst when i returned to the same place, the searing feat had become the destination's enduring fate. THe remarks register was missing for some days when you had meals meant for the masses; after all who would give a thought to what pilgrims have experienced when heat is extremely turbulent. The stay was short and swift and the developing environs equally ripe and robust.
THis stay gave me innumerable chances to ponder on how i stayed in the same enriching place in the months of March and April some years ago when the heat showed no mercy and rains rarely felled and flowed. That apart, the stay then was quite scintillating , after all we are all born to live and let live is the reigning setting.
Perhaps the next destination could be in the West after i have returned from the National Capital where i have to save myself from innumerable stalking battle (stalking was too much rampant in Tryambek) and fuming rage rattle. Asansol may also come along in the near future if not the West, after all meals and climate have to be studied of whether they have lived up to expected gear. These destinations are the way to check the pulse of the nation and yet testify to the fact that meals and accommodation are Lord's reigning gift and determination.
Coming to the more serious issue of those grappling with innumerable acts of survival illustrated through their untamed knack of getting wrapped in a towel. That is the only way they can travel. They unfurl the fabric if and when any destination approaches which stores some magic. THese towel travellers have stood the test of times and have a weighty agenda given their nonsensical funda. In the season of searing heat and shared taxi ride fleet, towel travellers unwrap themselves with ease when they have to take a shower and again wrapped in towel siege they hop on to the shared taxi fleet. Hopping from one taxi to another all wrapped up in a towel gives them the freedom to exercise their right to any shape, size and colour of fabric that they should adorn after all fewer fabric takes away the lethargy and compels them to carpet bomb. The towel travellers would grow as a tribe as searing heat would become difficult to dodge and plausibly give them more followers to watch.
Monday, March 7, 2011
As i move towards the city there are two signboards that appear to me pretty. The first one happens to be nagarpalika office and the other one is an accommodation called Status Hotel which has on hands fewer battles. THe nagarpalika office doesn't have much to write about; in fact the status hotel has got all the emerging trends to apprise about. As i am writing this i just discover the notes i prepared post India -Irish match have disappeared. The match could have gone either way had Yousuf decided to Yield to Irish fame and sway. It was a match we should not take comfort in given the English dodge that South African could not prevent themselves from sinking in. Had Yousuf departed early and Dhoni been wrapped on the pads initially, Cricket India would have been departing from stadium early. Perhaps the prayer did the wonders because when Dhoni came out to bat he had 157 etched on his t-shirt and that was precisely the number of balls the Irishmen were supposed to roll. Had Cricket India succumbed to tight and feverish fielding from the Irish side, the goosebumps would have given them the need to have a sizeable toilet paper when they would have gone to the hotel rooms to answer to nature's unprecedented call seized with morning paper.
As for the status for you and me : everthing comes back to you in this seamless sheen.
As for the status for you and me : everthing comes back to you in this seamless sheen.
Jo sudhar na saka by Puneet Rajhans
Jo sudhar na saka by Puneet Rajhans
As i board another bus with another set of people, there is one gentleman who is duty bound to spell out the nature of influence on him. He is upfront. The bus is heading towards Rewari and he is more than forthcoming in spelling out the good life he has led.
He begins : "Yeh hai bahut bada munim jo sudhar na saka." The munim he is referring to and his henchmen have been the most watchable events in the place of his assimilation. Is munim ke paas hai itni taqat ki yeh doosro ki ghar mein ghusne ka adhikar ki rakhta hai dwawat. Picchle char saal se zyada (More than four years) isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosne ki taqat hasil ki hai. Yeh hai is munim ki kahani jo doosre ke ghar mein ghoosene ki adhikar sunata apne jubani. Bolte hai ki iske paas hai itna paise ki yeh apni range of demands subhe roj rakhta.
Yeh hai do take ka munim aur iski do take ki harketa jisko rok na saka samaj ki koi bhi bandishe. Isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosene ki maharathi hasil ki hai and is kaam mein iske logo ne nayee jaan phooki hai. Iska ka himachali molester naukar joh raat hote hi doosre ke gate mein aur uske lock par karta hai vaar kyunki yehi hai iska adhikaar.Laki ke dande se karta hai vaar. Is adhikaar mein iske naukar aur chowkidaar ne kitne baar doosro ke ghar mein ghoose, rat hoi ya din sabhi samay ek jaise lage. Chaar saal tak doosre ka gate khol khol ke inhone ne apna dikhaya hai adhikar.
Kuch swar jo himachali naukar ke muh se nikle; "Ladka naha rahai, ladka aa gaye hai, ladka bathroom mein hai, ladke ko bahar nikalo. Ladke ko ham theek kar denge. Ladka naha raha hai aur bahar aane wala hai." Ladke ki kheti yeh karta hai aur is kaam mein chaar saal se laga hai.
Apne paise ke baL bute isne doosre ko kharida, na bach saka colony ka guard aur na bach saka colony ke driver. Do saal pehle rakhi thi inhone maang(demand). Ki tod do gate aur tod do deewar. Yeh himachali naukar subah munim ke paas jata aur poochta ki mujhe kab aur kaise ladke ki talash karna hai. Subah aur shaam iske ghar ke bahar teen driver, teen chowkidaar aur naukar ki mehfil lagti hai aur ladke ki khoj suru hoti hai. Har hafte naye aadmi aate western UP se and nazar rakhte makaan aur insaan par.
Yeh upfront hai. Yeh kehta hame ladka chaiyye aur pure peak par hote hai jab koi insaan bahar aate. Inki mehfil se log hote hai rubaru aur ander munim ko aati hai nayee khosboo. Jo bhi letter aate, courier aate, dawai aati, sab iske dwar se gujarte. Kyunki isko dikhana hai zarrori kyunki isne sabko khareeda hai apne daulat se poori. Yeh munim aur iski saantan kabhi apne chowkidaar se poochta: "Kya ladka dikha? Kya ladka bola? Us par nazar rakh" Aur cowkidaar apni sahmati dikhata. Doosre driver aur iske naukar kehta : "Ladka aaj nahi dikha. Ladke ko bahar nikal."
Iski santaan aur khanddan bhi hai utni paapi kyunki doosre ke ghar mein ghoosna, landline ko tap karna, letter/courier /bank statement gayab karna hai inki majboori. Doosre ke ghar mein courier aur saman bechnewale ke bahane log bhejta hai kyunki koshish hai kaise andar dhaba bole. Ho sakta hai forgery ho inka naya mukaam jab yeh letter, courier gayab karte.
Jab Jharkandi tenant rahta tha, to iske admi door se poochte the: Kya ladka hai? Kai mehino tak isne door se kiye aise sawaal jis phar sabe ne jatai ki na hoga aise sawwallo ka aakal.
Subah se shaam inke ghar ke bhar ki mehfil mein yeh apni demands rakhte ki kaise doosre ke ghar ki gate tode our lock se fiddle kare. Jab yeh makaan mein ghoose char saal se pehle isne socha aas paas ke dwellings bhi aate iske adhikar mein jaise taise. Doosre ke driver aur typist ko bhi isne khareeda kyunki paise ke bal par duniya ko khareed na chahta hai. Kyunki iske naukar ne doosre ke driver aur typist ko yeh kaha : "Tum meri duty karte ho Iski nahi."
Yeh paise ke bal par sab driver,chowkidaar ko khareedega kyunki paisa bota hai. Iske paise ne hamein ghar par bandh rakha hai kyunki kab iske aaadmi hum par kar de vaar. Hum jaye kashmere gate ya rajokri iske aadmi sab jagah hote pure puri.
Duniya hai iski muthi mein, duniya hai iski taqdeer isne doosrein ki taqdeer likhna samjha hai apni pehili laqeer.
Aao isko salam karein aur salaam karein iski paise ki taqat ko. Himachali Naukar kya boora hai. Ghar ke kaam bhi kar dega aur Kamata bhi hai. Perhaps this Himachali don is preparing himself to adorn the mantle as the search for the boy would eventually lead to him. The search for the boy is so frantic from his side (day in day out) that finally all gates would lead to him and the intruder don would have to settle for him. Finally you are in Trymabek or in Nagar, this paapi munim has set his men on you. Had toh tab ho gayee jab Tryamek mein isne kisi tenant se saat dino tak foot thumping karaye din or raat. After all his paisa bolta ha aur log bikte hai. But the moot question is are people who are supposed to enforce law and order are also keeping a tab? Multiple stalking at its best?
As i board another bus with another set of people, there is one gentleman who is duty bound to spell out the nature of influence on him. He is upfront. The bus is heading towards Rewari and he is more than forthcoming in spelling out the good life he has led.
He begins : "Yeh hai bahut bada munim jo sudhar na saka." The munim he is referring to and his henchmen have been the most watchable events in the place of his assimilation. Is munim ke paas hai itni taqat ki yeh doosro ki ghar mein ghusne ka adhikar ki rakhta hai dwawat. Picchle char saal se zyada (More than four years) isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosne ki taqat hasil ki hai. Yeh hai is munim ki kahani jo doosre ke ghar mein ghoosene ki adhikar sunata apne jubani. Bolte hai ki iske paas hai itna paise ki yeh apni range of demands subhe roj rakhta.
Yeh hai do take ka munim aur iski do take ki harketa jisko rok na saka samaj ki koi bhi bandishe. Isne doosro ke ghar mein ghoosene ki maharathi hasil ki hai and is kaam mein iske logo ne nayee jaan phooki hai. Iska ka himachali molester naukar joh raat hote hi doosre ke gate mein aur uske lock par karta hai vaar kyunki yehi hai iska adhikaar.Laki ke dande se karta hai vaar. Is adhikaar mein iske naukar aur chowkidaar ne kitne baar doosro ke ghar mein ghoose, rat hoi ya din sabhi samay ek jaise lage. Chaar saal tak doosre ka gate khol khol ke inhone ne apna dikhaya hai adhikar.
Kuch swar jo himachali naukar ke muh se nikle; "Ladka naha rahai, ladka aa gaye hai, ladka bathroom mein hai, ladke ko bahar nikalo. Ladke ko ham theek kar denge. Ladka naha raha hai aur bahar aane wala hai." Ladke ki kheti yeh karta hai aur is kaam mein chaar saal se laga hai.
Apne paise ke baL bute isne doosre ko kharida, na bach saka colony ka guard aur na bach saka colony ke driver. Do saal pehle rakhi thi inhone maang(demand). Ki tod do gate aur tod do deewar. Yeh himachali naukar subah munim ke paas jata aur poochta ki mujhe kab aur kaise ladke ki talash karna hai. Subah aur shaam iske ghar ke bahar teen driver, teen chowkidaar aur naukar ki mehfil lagti hai aur ladke ki khoj suru hoti hai. Har hafte naye aadmi aate western UP se and nazar rakhte makaan aur insaan par.
Yeh upfront hai. Yeh kehta hame ladka chaiyye aur pure peak par hote hai jab koi insaan bahar aate. Inki mehfil se log hote hai rubaru aur ander munim ko aati hai nayee khosboo. Jo bhi letter aate, courier aate, dawai aati, sab iske dwar se gujarte. Kyunki isko dikhana hai zarrori kyunki isne sabko khareeda hai apne daulat se poori. Yeh munim aur iski saantan kabhi apne chowkidaar se poochta: "Kya ladka dikha? Kya ladka bola? Us par nazar rakh" Aur cowkidaar apni sahmati dikhata. Doosre driver aur iske naukar kehta : "Ladka aaj nahi dikha. Ladke ko bahar nikal."
Iski santaan aur khanddan bhi hai utni paapi kyunki doosre ke ghar mein ghoosna, landline ko tap karna, letter/courier /bank statement gayab karna hai inki majboori. Doosre ke ghar mein courier aur saman bechnewale ke bahane log bhejta hai kyunki koshish hai kaise andar dhaba bole. Ho sakta hai forgery ho inka naya mukaam jab yeh letter, courier gayab karte.
Jab Jharkandi tenant rahta tha, to iske admi door se poochte the: Kya ladka hai? Kai mehino tak isne door se kiye aise sawaal jis phar sabe ne jatai ki na hoga aise sawwallo ka aakal.
Subah se shaam inke ghar ke bhar ki mehfil mein yeh apni demands rakhte ki kaise doosre ke ghar ki gate tode our lock se fiddle kare. Jab yeh makaan mein ghoose char saal se pehle isne socha aas paas ke dwellings bhi aate iske adhikar mein jaise taise. Doosre ke driver aur typist ko bhi isne khareeda kyunki paise ke bal par duniya ko khareed na chahta hai. Kyunki iske naukar ne doosre ke driver aur typist ko yeh kaha : "Tum meri duty karte ho Iski nahi."
Yeh paise ke bal par sab driver,chowkidaar ko khareedega kyunki paisa bota hai. Iske paise ne hamein ghar par bandh rakha hai kyunki kab iske aaadmi hum par kar de vaar. Hum jaye kashmere gate ya rajokri iske aadmi sab jagah hote pure puri.
Duniya hai iski muthi mein, duniya hai iski taqdeer isne doosrein ki taqdeer likhna samjha hai apni pehili laqeer.
Aao isko salam karein aur salaam karein iski paise ki taqat ko. Himachali Naukar kya boora hai. Ghar ke kaam bhi kar dega aur Kamata bhi hai. Perhaps this Himachali don is preparing himself to adorn the mantle as the search for the boy would eventually lead to him. The search for the boy is so frantic from his side (day in day out) that finally all gates would lead to him and the intruder don would have to settle for him. Finally you are in Trymabek or in Nagar, this paapi munim has set his men on you. Had toh tab ho gayee jab Tryamek mein isne kisi tenant se saat dino tak foot thumping karaye din or raat. After all his paisa bolta ha aur log bikte hai. But the moot question is are people who are supposed to enforce law and order are also keeping a tab? Multiple stalking at its best?
Friday, March 4, 2011
Cricket World Cup: To be or not to be by Puneet Rajhans
Cricket World Cup: To be or not to be by Puneet Rajhans
Well some have not been following the World Cup for a while but whatever piece of information one has gives this brimming cup of bat and bowl for teams to be in for a long haul. Netherlands the other day almost gave a shock therapy to Englishmen and it was an appropriate comeback for Englishmen to forward the same to men with blue outfit and sun tan. In BIGbai waiting for a travel agent to book a seat, the last heard score was Englishmen cruising at 105 with a renewed vigour and feat. When the bus actually stopped for late night meals, the one i wasn't interested as i was down with sneeze, the bus occupants post meal returned to the bus and thundered that Cricket India had managed to escape the blunder. The Bangla with a vibrant Desh too had shown the grit and determination and this realisation dawned that Cricket India would be out for outings that would be rough and seeking extra persuasion.
The reportage of that day when by 43 overs the Englishmen had clocked 280 for 2 showers. It actually took over 36 hours to get to the break up of that cricket day's tally and it showed that Englishmen had sent theBluemen to search for honourable alibi. A defeat here and a not less convincing encounter with Irishmen would have spelt doom and a huge win against South Africa would have been required to lift the veil of gloom. But Ireland upset of Englishmen could even make quarters look a painful try.
Those glued to the TV on Cricket Day Sunday would have experienced a palpable rush of varying emotions which is very different from what one experiences during services as promotion, demotion, dejection and annihilation. Annihilation is more probable for those intruding at night hours courtesy black cash.
Had the Cricket Day encounter been on Feb 28, the reaction to the Budget Baby would have been inert and one suggesting dry day. ( By the way the FDI in Retail should never come. That if ever happens would be a demonic step. Those with fewer options
and a honest work culture can't be asked to shut their shops precisely
because those withsizeable money bags and intruding agenda can't be allowed to have a menacing adda).
Well the pre budget meet and post budget meets with India Inc. is over with most interested in giving their byte and getting a well deserved break. The budget is over, the excitement is passe , the Cricket India should fervently hope to write a new essay.Sachin, Zaheer, Yousuf, Munaf and Dhoni could hold the key but it should be a contest that most would like to see. Pre and post quarter contests may see bowling tearing apart but any batting collapse may set the stage for Cricket India WC contest tearing apart.
As the British Press has flogged Englishmen for a loss something that can
make their chances go for a toss. When Irishmen were 111 for 5, Englishmen had every chance of topping the Group B table with a shine. Never had the opportunity to watch the contest but as reports suggest Kevin O 'Brien scored the fastest World Cup century rhyme. O' Brien who had ceased to exist even before notching an innings of 50 in the past 9 WC encounters and got to a three digit score to take his side to a thumping shore. Likes of O'Brien have made the World Cup a more open contest with minnows throwing upside down the favourites chance to win the crown. Perhaps this Englishmen floundering should make Indians wary of scathing criticism if they fare poorly against Ireland Fame.
Nobody knows what's in store on a Sunday but Cricket India could be in for a rough patch on a day when half of India is on an official holiday. As for World Cup rendezvous, it is more watchable and comforting than wicked IPL bus. The IPL bus be abandoned and let WC like rendezvous be staged and won. This is the prayer from every heart of an Indian.
Well some have not been following the World Cup for a while but whatever piece of information one has gives this brimming cup of bat and bowl for teams to be in for a long haul. Netherlands the other day almost gave a shock therapy to Englishmen and it was an appropriate comeback for Englishmen to forward the same to men with blue outfit and sun tan. In BIGbai waiting for a travel agent to book a seat, the last heard score was Englishmen cruising at 105 with a renewed vigour and feat. When the bus actually stopped for late night meals, the one i wasn't interested as i was down with sneeze, the bus occupants post meal returned to the bus and thundered that Cricket India had managed to escape the blunder. The Bangla with a vibrant Desh too had shown the grit and determination and this realisation dawned that Cricket India would be out for outings that would be rough and seeking extra persuasion.
The reportage of that day when by 43 overs the Englishmen had clocked 280 for 2 showers. It actually took over 36 hours to get to the break up of that cricket day's tally and it showed that Englishmen had sent theBluemen to search for honourable alibi. A defeat here and a not less convincing encounter with Irishmen would have spelt doom and a huge win against South Africa would have been required to lift the veil of gloom. But Ireland upset of Englishmen could even make quarters look a painful try.
Those glued to the TV on Cricket Day Sunday would have experienced a palpable rush of varying emotions which is very different from what one experiences during services as promotion, demotion, dejection and annihilation. Annihilation is more probable for those intruding at night hours courtesy black cash.
Had the Cricket Day encounter been on Feb 28, the reaction to the Budget Baby would have been inert and one suggesting dry day. ( By the way the FDI in Retail should never come. That if ever happens would be a demonic step. Those with fewer options
and a honest work culture can't be asked to shut their shops precisely
because those withsizeable money bags and intruding agenda can't be allowed to have a menacing adda).
Well the pre budget meet and post budget meets with India Inc. is over with most interested in giving their byte and getting a well deserved break. The budget is over, the excitement is passe , the Cricket India should fervently hope to write a new essay.Sachin, Zaheer, Yousuf, Munaf and Dhoni could hold the key but it should be a contest that most would like to see. Pre and post quarter contests may see bowling tearing apart but any batting collapse may set the stage for Cricket India WC contest tearing apart.
As the British Press has flogged Englishmen for a loss something that can
make their chances go for a toss. When Irishmen were 111 for 5, Englishmen had every chance of topping the Group B table with a shine. Never had the opportunity to watch the contest but as reports suggest Kevin O 'Brien scored the fastest World Cup century rhyme. O' Brien who had ceased to exist even before notching an innings of 50 in the past 9 WC encounters and got to a three digit score to take his side to a thumping shore. Likes of O'Brien have made the World Cup a more open contest with minnows throwing upside down the favourites chance to win the crown. Perhaps this Englishmen floundering should make Indians wary of scathing criticism if they fare poorly against Ireland Fame.
Nobody knows what's in store on a Sunday but Cricket India could be in for a rough patch on a day when half of India is on an official holiday. As for World Cup rendezvous, it is more watchable and comforting than wicked IPL bus. The IPL bus be abandoned and let WC like rendezvous be staged and won. This is the prayer from every heart of an Indian.
Legitimacy to rule and intrude
Legitimacy to rule and intrude
US Prez has said that Gaddafi has lost the legitimacy to lead. There are three things that Obama, who has the mandate to rule till Nov 2012, and to be reelected if ever he
decides to enter the fray and subsequently win with wafer thin margin and hay. First he is talking aboutGaddafi the leader. Second, Gaddafi who has lost the legitimacy. Third and final, the leadership position that Gaddafi does not hold on. Three things from US President providing a total Gaddafi spin.
Well,some have lost the legitimacy to lead but not the legitimacy to make their countrymen bleed. Well, it is all a case of legitimacy and legitimate henchmen. Illegitimate are the empires of those leaders born to be criminal intruders and criminal stooges. Well legitimacy by force is their inbuilt trait when they were born with the avowed aim of demolishing the peaceful fabric of live and and let long live. These illegitimate intruders (well there are legitimate as well) basking in the glow of wealth and illegitimate wealth sheltered puppets set their sights on how to intrude and loot.Vastraheen has been their status from dawn to dusk and the boys of all readable age they are in pursuit of whom they want them to shed all fabric that is not transparent.
They have illegitimate acquired characters at home who set the ball rolling once they sight munim intruder's bundles of cash and rubbers that are lying torn. From dawn to dusk they intrude and send their men to other living sphere with the avowed objective of letting the uncounted cash do the imaginable task of making others yield or live in trembling fear.
The unemployment crisis gives them the handle to make the best use of unaccounted cash and it is here the powerplay is at its best on how to keep a continuing tab. The legitimacy that they have cruised along with is due to the office the intruder criminal works in is oblivious to his acts of wrongdoing and con. Perhaps the legitimacy to snoop, tap, forge and stalk has run its full course but there are some States outside National Capital that give him and hiscriminal sons/domestic helps a new dose. The longer the spell of Kala Dhan in his Kala Den the munim would be having all-weather fun. Boys would come and go, Holi Milan would be a season of endless fun and flow where tight embrace among all occupants would be to the hilt and make each other less than a full blown foe. But that won't stop the search for boys with whom he would like to have a return on men, material, masses, water investment flow.
Perhaps the time for Gaddafi the legitimate ruler to date has come to legitimately wind up his shop. But for this criminal intruder king, the time is ripe to spread his base given the henchmen that are appearing in changed outfit, appearance and changing base. His legitimacy stands as long as his Kala Ashiana stores his Dhan which is not white and Kala Sons/Dons. Had the dhan been white the intruder to other homes won't have flourished with a smiling sight.
US Prez has said that Gaddafi has lost the legitimacy to lead. There are three things that Obama, who has the mandate to rule till Nov 2012, and to be reelected if ever he
decides to enter the fray and subsequently win with wafer thin margin and hay. First he is talking aboutGaddafi the leader. Second, Gaddafi who has lost the legitimacy. Third and final, the leadership position that Gaddafi does not hold on. Three things from US President providing a total Gaddafi spin.
Well,some have lost the legitimacy to lead but not the legitimacy to make their countrymen bleed. Well, it is all a case of legitimacy and legitimate henchmen. Illegitimate are the empires of those leaders born to be criminal intruders and criminal stooges. Well legitimacy by force is their inbuilt trait when they were born with the avowed aim of demolishing the peaceful fabric of live and and let long live. These illegitimate intruders (well there are legitimate as well) basking in the glow of wealth and illegitimate wealth sheltered puppets set their sights on how to intrude and loot.Vastraheen has been their status from dawn to dusk and the boys of all readable age they are in pursuit of whom they want them to shed all fabric that is not transparent.
They have illegitimate acquired characters at home who set the ball rolling once they sight munim intruder's bundles of cash and rubbers that are lying torn. From dawn to dusk they intrude and send their men to other living sphere with the avowed objective of letting the uncounted cash do the imaginable task of making others yield or live in trembling fear.
The unemployment crisis gives them the handle to make the best use of unaccounted cash and it is here the powerplay is at its best on how to keep a continuing tab. The legitimacy that they have cruised along with is due to the office the intruder criminal works in is oblivious to his acts of wrongdoing and con. Perhaps the legitimacy to snoop, tap, forge and stalk has run its full course but there are some States outside National Capital that give him and hiscriminal sons/domestic helps a new dose. The longer the spell of Kala Dhan in his Kala Den the munim would be having all-weather fun. Boys would come and go, Holi Milan would be a season of endless fun and flow where tight embrace among all occupants would be to the hilt and make each other less than a full blown foe. But that won't stop the search for boys with whom he would like to have a return on men, material, masses, water investment flow.
Perhaps the time for Gaddafi the legitimate ruler to date has come to legitimately wind up his shop. But for this criminal intruder king, the time is ripe to spread his base given the henchmen that are appearing in changed outfit, appearance and changing base. His legitimacy stands as long as his Kala Ashiana stores his Dhan which is not white and Kala Sons/Dons. Had the dhan been white the intruder to other homes won't have flourished with a smiling sight.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Acting from his kala den
Hail the system that gave rise to such criminals
The Opposition has blamed the Govt. for not doing enough to check black money. And with no readymade solution to the menace of black money, the criminial intruder munim is finding it quite funny.
The day you left the national capital, the criminal munim and his criminal men (procured through means not legitimate) were out to unfurl a new battle. They had known for long that the man they were trying to trace and nip down was planning a stage of movement and this led to such characters to set on a stalking firmament.
The munim is a corrupt entity with a corrupt and criminal set of ideas what else would explain his trajectory of growth when his forces are out in full bloat. They chase you at all accommodation round the year as kala and not white dhan has to create a nagging fear. The doc and the hotelier who have been in touch with him need to stop this interaction as this would give the munim to try and search for new level of operation. The munim is a merchant of massacre out to strike his survival by forcing his way into others living sphere (simple tinkering of gate locks by crminal sons and criminal domestic helps is permisssible).
The munim is hoping that this holi milan would be special as it would generate demand for new men.
Perhaps the ofice he works in and the men he works with don't have the faint idea of how he operates in the household and nearby and this gives him new elbow room to go for mass buy (of men, material and masses as forces are stretched in the entire length and breadth of the country).
When some boys of readable age were hurling filthy abuse some days ago at an accommodation and speaking largely about the men they were searching for and the qualities they looked for, the realisation had dawned that criminal munim was out on his job to get new fame and form. Perpetrators of injustice range from Pune to Pulverising UP as the search for men hasn't got the desired booty. Pune would be the right choice as water for wall hearing act would give him the right chance to bat. Perhaps the story has reached Pune frontier that munim is coming to offload his liability in a new gear.
As i took another bus for another destination the buswallahs suggested that criminal munim with his criminal sons/domestic helps would flourish as loopholes in the system fail to check his undiluted distribution of dhan from his kala den. The criminal sons/domestic helps have a roaming agenda as they come out and scream on the channels you watch and the demand for men that they don't want to scotch. Perhaps a repeat of this act in some other household would have led to the entire tribe getting sold and as buswallahs suggested they are bas of the highest order. Otherwise what would explain their conduct to get abuses hurled at which ever accommodation some take and try to stay away from race. Some suggested that The criminal sons/domestic helps/munim need to undertake this act of criminality at some other household to gauge their firm hold. The munim is too old to deliver a full length delivery and that's why he has set his forces on tailing spree.
When criminal munim moves from his home all on the streets are quite wary of his movement. Nobody knows when he would put forward the demand for boys and toys. Perhaps this act of a refined nature has earned him a good following and a new stature. Otherwise What would explain the forging and snooping feats. When the courierwalah for umpteen times after visting one dwelling immediately goes to his den to close the dealing. Some in the bus suggested that One can't be oblivious to acts of crminiality even though he is flowing with untamed growth trajectory. The assembled crowd in the bus believed that The holi milan would see him enforce his agenda from his den which is nothing but criminal adda. The night closes with watchful movement of others courtesy flowing cash and the day begins with how many times the criminal sons/domestic helps would be staging protest by indulging in dirty crimes.
In holi milan he would be in tight embrace of cash and men as his entire den would be a fortress of fun. The criminal men he has raised would give you dirty stare and some dirty talk when you go out for hair cut in an old fort. Criminal sons/domestic helps would shout from the rooftops about the nature of services they seek and again this would lead to their cash health looking warm and not bleak. Since the liability has to be offloaded the acts of criminality and intrusion have to be continously uploaded. Perhaps there are a large number who are ready to hail, hear and share him as the secrets that has led to his unquestionable mental and physical growth he is too eager to make others grin with.
the agenda that munim has set on would be appreciated by those when all-weather unemployment has been system's shame. Be it Gu'rat, Mah'tra or K'taka he would send his forces to make better use of dhan which is not white and which he has in plenty and gives him imaginary flights.
The Opposition has blamed the Govt. for not doing enough to check black money. And with no readymade solution to the menace of black money, the criminial intruder munim is finding it quite funny.
The day you left the national capital, the criminal munim and his criminal men (procured through means not legitimate) were out to unfurl a new battle. They had known for long that the man they were trying to trace and nip down was planning a stage of movement and this led to such characters to set on a stalking firmament.
The munim is a corrupt entity with a corrupt and criminal set of ideas what else would explain his trajectory of growth when his forces are out in full bloat. They chase you at all accommodation round the year as kala and not white dhan has to create a nagging fear. The doc and the hotelier who have been in touch with him need to stop this interaction as this would give the munim to try and search for new level of operation. The munim is a merchant of massacre out to strike his survival by forcing his way into others living sphere (simple tinkering of gate locks by crminal sons and criminal domestic helps is permisssible).
The munim is hoping that this holi milan would be special as it would generate demand for new men.
Perhaps the ofice he works in and the men he works with don't have the faint idea of how he operates in the household and nearby and this gives him new elbow room to go for mass buy (of men, material and masses as forces are stretched in the entire length and breadth of the country).
When some boys of readable age were hurling filthy abuse some days ago at an accommodation and speaking largely about the men they were searching for and the qualities they looked for, the realisation had dawned that criminal munim was out on his job to get new fame and form. Perpetrators of injustice range from Pune to Pulverising UP as the search for men hasn't got the desired booty. Pune would be the right choice as water for wall hearing act would give him the right chance to bat. Perhaps the story has reached Pune frontier that munim is coming to offload his liability in a new gear.
As i took another bus for another destination the buswallahs suggested that criminal munim with his criminal sons/domestic helps would flourish as loopholes in the system fail to check his undiluted distribution of dhan from his kala den. The criminal sons/domestic helps have a roaming agenda as they come out and scream on the channels you watch and the demand for men that they don't want to scotch. Perhaps a repeat of this act in some other household would have led to the entire tribe getting sold and as buswallahs suggested they are bas of the highest order. Otherwise what would explain their conduct to get abuses hurled at which ever accommodation some take and try to stay away from race. Some suggested that The criminal sons/domestic helps/munim need to undertake this act of criminality at some other household to gauge their firm hold. The munim is too old to deliver a full length delivery and that's why he has set his forces on tailing spree.
When criminal munim moves from his home all on the streets are quite wary of his movement. Nobody knows when he would put forward the demand for boys and toys. Perhaps this act of a refined nature has earned him a good following and a new stature. Otherwise What would explain the forging and snooping feats. When the courierwalah for umpteen times after visting one dwelling immediately goes to his den to close the dealing. Some in the bus suggested that One can't be oblivious to acts of crminiality even though he is flowing with untamed growth trajectory. The assembled crowd in the bus believed that The holi milan would see him enforce his agenda from his den which is nothing but criminal adda. The night closes with watchful movement of others courtesy flowing cash and the day begins with how many times the criminal sons/domestic helps would be staging protest by indulging in dirty crimes.
In holi milan he would be in tight embrace of cash and men as his entire den would be a fortress of fun. The criminal men he has raised would give you dirty stare and some dirty talk when you go out for hair cut in an old fort. Criminal sons/domestic helps would shout from the rooftops about the nature of services they seek and again this would lead to their cash health looking warm and not bleak. Since the liability has to be offloaded the acts of criminality and intrusion have to be continously uploaded. Perhaps there are a large number who are ready to hail, hear and share him as the secrets that has led to his unquestionable mental and physical growth he is too eager to make others grin with.
the agenda that munim has set on would be appreciated by those when all-weather unemployment has been system's shame. Be it Gu'rat, Mah'tra or K'taka he would send his forces to make better use of dhan which is not white and which he has in plenty and gives him imaginary flights.
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