Rainy Irony

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Little Johnny begged the rains to go away, for he wanted to play. Some of today's large hearted Johnny's have royally offered treasure to the Lord  with an appeal for the rains. Lets call it  religious pragmatism? 
So much so, all for the rains that Johnny did not want, but the farmers do need and ultimately we all. Not obnoxious an act, in contacting the Lord with a worship worth a fortune to ensure he would shower on us. The irony of the treasure swept away for the welfare of farmers, but by the Lord, for showering rains. With no denial of the honour to Lord.


All the Higgs Particle on this earth are at mercy of this Lord. The creator of God Particle is challenged the discovery of it, laments its identity at the mercy of the CERN where the 1% doubt of the Higgs Bososn existence is at the mercy of the God himself. But, God is yet to awake since he has just as yet received his email in his inbox, announcing the winning of a cash prize of Rs. 17 crore. Baaah... this is not for the 1%  confirmation needed for the Higgs Boson existence, but for the much awaited monsoon in Karnataka. The ruling government of our state has performed the radical mystical mantra for rains to be welcomed. 


Oh God, do you hear me.  It was little Johnny who did not want it, and begged for it to go away so he could play. Yes we want rain. No, not for our Bollywood heroes and heroines to sing duet in wet clothes running (I would dare not call it dancing please, dance is logically a charming entity) around the trees. Not even for the Jack or Jill to run paper boats and sing rain rain everywhere.

If you listen to little Johnny you do still get the cash prize, so you do pour out of the heaven like the colorful parachute and we will not disappoint you. The SLR owners down here cant wait to capture the rain and the dancing peacocks in their camera's. Do not bother about the hobnobs on Facebook circulating pictures of rains or writers like me creating verses over them. But do throw a mercy on the poor farmers for their wishes, some writers like me for my words or a justice to the expensive beseech our government has offered you.

Rain, flood of ecstasy,

you raise in me.

Flood of pain too you raise

In the Bosom of the sea.

Little joy and pleasure you provide,
Harvester's future you decide.

Little paper ferry made,

Still waters of garden, croaking toad.

The irony of the need,

And the pains of the rain.

The if's and but's,

Welcome is the rain'

Due the farmers grain.

Yes rain is life, a joy,
Oh Boy.


Ref:- http://www.ndtv.com/article/south/karnataka-temples-to-hold-prayers-for-rain-today-bill-will-be-17-crores-248142

No Proxy For Fun

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An unknown dark side of your loving friend, when strikes on you like the untold lightening, you recoil in repugnance. Lost. How a drug for cure could turn into a curse too. When you learn about a young man drop dead on his dinner table, little do you realize the darker secret behind the whole anecdote?

The dreaded truth of the mere pain killer capsules. You ought to know it, and not just say no to  ProxyVon, but, unless advised by doctor never to administer any/medicine drug to self.

The self realization for the tall dark handsome man earning heavy salary in an metropolitan city, happily and newly married to a pretty girl, when it came striking, he had missed his bus. All the life's goals were drowned as he drowned himself in heaps of those cursed drugs that were once induced to him by a doctor for mere pain. The parasitic drug then paralysed him. Diverted drug as it is labelled rightly, crept on him from 2 to 20 pills in a span of waking hours of a day. The journey of an addict had begun. Was the medicine a cure or a curse? A few years then rolled on with hardly anybody being in light about his new roller-coaster life. Yes, it was his love for his mistress.And when the matter went exposed with all eyes on him,  his eyes were worn. He was lost. His mind crouched in corner with thoughts of guilt, dreaded feeling of loosing life. But he was not withdrawn. Putting up a brave face yet unfortunately impossibly able to recover off the seductive addiction of drugs, one night it all ended on this dinner table. " I think I will die, after taking 40 pills today" was what he told few minutes before he threw out a bad puke, collapsed on lap of his wailing wife. Sudden pulse drop bid good bye to the this god particle world as his eyes saw the end. He saw himself pushing through the finishing line of his life as he lay on his wife's lap and narrated why he had to leave her. Those drooling eyes will haunt her for life, but she has a request to the outer world. There is no Proxy for fun. The temporary joy those drugs give are the ones that tormentor the families of the deceased.

A drug that once relieved a minor joint pain a decade before, gradually grew upon him till it took toll of  his  breath. This truth in one set of four walls, might be on the repeating prowl in another set.

Man is an easy bait to seductive "diverted" medications and formulated drugs. The "habit forming" nature of the human brain elopes to it, yet not very easily perhaps. A Statutory warning calls for it. Lets Say no not just for PROXY VON but all the diverted drugs. This is one such medicine which has been withdrawn from the market in many of the countries including the giant America.

About Proxy Von:

What: Is a medicine that is "prescribed" for acute  muscle pain; bowel disorders. It reduces spasms and cramps of the gastro-intestinal tract

Content: Apart from Paracetamol it contains weak Opium like  content.
It is a non steroidal anti-inflammatory that is used to treat pain and swelling, with an additional element to help prevent stomach irritation and ulceration. 

Side Effects: Nausea, Dryness of mouth, forgetfulness, tachycardia, arrhythmia, confusion, palpitations, 

It was not the sweet suicide shortcut called Proxy Von that caused his death. It was not any addiction too. It is the lack of awareness in the era of education, era of the god particle time, that there is virtually no human immune to it. It is a epidemic curse in the society which demands only awareness to act before it creeps or to curb it as it's nearness is felt.

Can one friend lost stop us from losing some more?
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Labyrinth of Anguish

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This is an ode to the countless "women" who are physically exploited and to those female infants who were cursed/killed/abandoned for they were born with female hormones.

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The bearer of progeny,

She is

Pacifies a man's existence

Personifies love.

A bubble of life her seat,

Stretched hands, quench of love,

She was to soar.

Expecting eyes, looks of hope, she wore.

Wading in flood of hatred,

Venom of dejection poked,

Hurled stones of dislike at,

Pricked thorns of curses,

Anguish revoked?

Sheer agony, yet,
Flee to where?
Earth her Bosom,
Life her breath,
Turmoil in mind
Labyrinth of anguish,
Alas, She has just one wish.

Girl a hatred?
Woman a material piece?
"I am the Woman,
Give me my respect"
Free me of this Labyrinth of Anguish
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Johnny Walker v/s Ekta Kapoor

v/s        

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Warning: An extra dose of humour causes no harm but be aware of it.
Note: Lot of hindi terms have been used in this article exclusively with the intention of poking some humour.


Just as wild as the summer air, is my musing over the gender wars. Just as hot as the above pictures, are what seem more like a cacophonous ohh ohh- hey hey of the age old gender Tu- Tu Main Main. To be sober, John Gray has put it practically as Men from Mars and Women from Venus. Now what  difference does that make if I said the "Johny Walkers" versus the K's?  While the men are happy with a JW on their table, the women love to plonk on the couch watching the world famous saas-bahu serials.

Tighten your seat belts for the take off and do so  during the safe landing of the entire reading. This ain't Air India, & please trust me, this will take you to the right destination. Promise you that.

For ages the men have been traditionally vanishing from wedding and Birthday parties in the odd hours for a "quick drink". Keep walking "Johnny Walker [JW for you]. A woman could not blame the JW anymore. Jai Ho Ekta Kapoor. You did it. She is the soul who showed glowing path to the women  in providing equal opportunity in the society with her Kerials. The K-Serials.  Waah ri duniya. What a jodi. The JW and the K.
Tulsi alias Smrithi Irani the heroine of K-Serials made a life time achievement by her enchanting spell over the Indian Bahu's who made every effort to keep in pace with the JW's. She has grown and grown so much to the extent (has anyone noticed her recent figure) that it seems like she has at once swallowed Ekta Kapoor and her crew. Aah. That is not my business, yes. But the benefit of doubt was my concern for Ekta Kapoor. She is so much wanted. ( a tear in the left eye). The Bahus really lacked leadership abilities and not one did dare to publish a book on " 10 effective leadership qualities for Bahu's". From how you deliver a tight slap to the colourful heavy garments that you wear and ohh much much more.

And please behold. Big applaud, now comes the proclamation:- JW says "Drinking makes me think" and every K has the right to say "Ekta Kapoor makes me act". One nice "tight slap" that has made an historical impact from the capital of country to the southern part in almost every alternative serial of the mini screen. 

Now that we did care to stir the turbulent thoughts in the mind. Settling down grazing the holy to holy shi*. The age old cross gender war has slammed so much of material for study.

By default the women ought to be crowned for their technical abilities on pinpointing minutest details on how their counterpart are caught talking over their "neele daanth" almost all the time. The equally able men who may not recognize the new salwar kurtha of their better half, confusing with  the attires of Rita or Mina, still manage to catch them with the cell phones in the washroom or while frying in the kitchen.

Excuse me, I want to be diplomatic when I say that the JW's who had every opportunity to tease out the women in trousers for trying their hands on jobs  that were supposed to be labelled "only for men", have a range of regular beauty care products out in the market. Easy maintenance of the handsome crowning glory. Equally strong. 

Let me be nice.
Men, the noble husbands who were once the"head of the family" have learnt to support their better half today by making their own tea, yet leave no clue to the mystery as to how they can not trust the budget estimation or route map plans made by their wives, her driving skills and so on. An extreme challenge to the K- woman. One waits to blow the devilish trumpet over the inability of the other over accomplishing something.
The wives fully utilizing their K strengths can make the most squeamish face at their "eji sunthe ho Ji" on how a big white towel 1 foot long and 1/2 foot wide is not visible to him in his own wardrobe until the "munne kee maa" finds it for him. 
Who scores here, team JW or the team K?

The magical cast of the JW evolved over a longer phase than the K- factor for saas-bahu leadership qualities. Yet the match is perfect over the tight impact of K maatha.

Jai K- Maatha di. 

Cheers,
Sushma