Indian Queens

I try to be reasonable..
I try to be patient...
I try to be fucking tolerant!!
But sometimes i feel like lining up every gay bastard i meet and shoot them in the balls.
&%)*&^

OK, Before any righteous individual starts accusing me of homophobia, lets get a few things
cleared up. NO!! I am not against or I DO NOT hate homosexuals! I dont consider it a act
against god. ( I'd probably argue the existence of GOD, but lets not go there). Its not
entirely against nature even though there is no use of one being homosexual to the whole
natural scheme of things. Propagation of life etc etc...
But, there is ONE thing i definitely hate!! and that is sneaky perverted closet gay bitches
who have nothing better to do that try an have a 5 seconds of fun in a local train by
sticking up close to other men!

I travel by train almost everyday.. and not a month goes by without an incident involving
some chut trying to get a little too close for his own comfort. today it was a puny little
bugger reading a newspaper. He wasnt overtly obvious ill give him that, but for a trained
eye such as mine ( which have gone thru one too many such incidents unfortunately) it was
easy to figure out what hes upto. for starters he didnt seem to be too keen to leave my
side ( or rather, my front!!) no matter how many times his attempts were thwarted by the
usual commuting public.
And then when i decided i had enough of him and tried to stand on the door.. he immidiately
follows me and stands right behind me. Disgusted as i was.. i couldnt help thinking ( that
wil make his next 10 seconds) *(%)&*%)&^..

Living in bombay and retaining a level of personal space is difficult. especially with the
kinda rush hour shit we have to live in. and these fellows seem to take complete advantage
of such situations. where a "victim" might not even know he's being felt up. I cant even
imagine how much this must be rampant in the trains all day, everyday. ever since the first time it happened to me, ive been ultra sensitive to anything
encroaching to anywhere within a one foot radius of my body! and it sucks to be that way..

If a part of me is angry and irritated at this situation, then theres another part of me
which feels pity for the poor buggers. misfits in a traditonal society and living in a
culture, often narrow minded to even the most innocuous of sexual expression, And that too
heterosexual.
Most of them might actually live off life as happily married men with dual lives.
I guess thats why I try not to whack them in the head and make a scene!! as if they arent
fucked up enough.... I dunno!! but sometimes!! im so god damn tempted to break the fucking
bones of the next guy who tries to get near my crotch!!

hehe... i guess this is how girls feel yeah?
fucking sexually repressed society! &*%)&^..
sometimes i wonder if it isnt such a bad thing to get a little "westernised" in certain matters...

The Rang de Basanti Effect

Whatever happened to the good ol days of "chalta hai, jane de." ... ??

Suddenly a movie has done what no politican , teacher or parent has managed to do in a couple of decades of decadence in this poor dear fucked up country of our's. One fairly run of the mil movie about a bunch of "youngsters" who decide not to take any more shit seems to have woken up the chutya bums of this country.
ok, so yeah, It hasnt spawned a whole bunch of vigilante idiots wanting to kill the next minister who messes with them.. ( god save Arjun Singh if that were to happen) but the effect in its own subliminal sort of way is there for all to see.

First if it was the unexpected backlash to the reservation bullshit, It was weak, disorganised , and up against a rival which cannot be defeated by any means other than nuclear bomb right up their arse, but like a guerilla war against a superpower. it was heartening to see that a bunch of doctors, Engineers and other assorted youngsters werent going to take whatever crap gets thrown at them without a fight.

When they got caned on the streets and blasted with watercannons, It seemed like the rang de basanti was playing itself out in real life. I sat and watched it unfold on tv, first thinking.. bollocks!! jane de.. kuch nahi hoga.. apun kuch nahi kar sakte!
and then i see guys and girls my own age getting lathi charged and im thinking.. fuck this!! i oughta join them.. they cant do this to us!
okie, so I didnt exactly go man the front lines after that day.. but it had stirred me enough to go to one of the protest rallies in support of the "FIGHT AGAINST RESERVATION"
Righto...
taa daah.. my great deed for the country n all.. woo hoo..


even if in the midst of hundreds of engineers and doctors , it all felt like a bit of a farce. everyone had been reduced to a rabbel rousing gathering.
i mean what did abusing Arjun singh and calling HARAMKHOR numerous time achieve.

and when you confront a team of rag picker boys who stalked the crowd looking for discarded plastics cups and plates, it couldnt help make one feel shameful




that seems like a long time ago,
and when one thought it would be a one off event which came to no end..
the last couple of weeks have been rocked by an assortment of issues involving students. Be it the Chandigarh mobile phone fiasco, The Ujjain election bullshit, or the latest Amity dress code.

Students or so called student reps are taking charge of a direct confrontation to face what they feel are unfair rules. In some cases it might be a good thing, but in the likes of Ujjain is where we see the hazards of overdoing it.
but, perhaps in the long run , this is a good thing.
for a while now, the youth of this country seemed happy to live out its own life and not bother about what the state of affairs are around him/her. but now its starting to hit home and its good to see most of us putting up a fight.
whether its warranted or not is another issue all together. but the fact that, theres a fight still left in us will probably be a good thing.


and Bob dylan said...

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.