The honey dew LIES.

The ringing phone would skip her heart out of her body,she would leave everything handy to pick up the call,the only hope,the sweetest mirage.

Monica in anticipation would pick up the call and Ryan would say”It’s great we are back together,you are in my corpuscles,in my nerves,I would beg ,borrow and steal to stay together and make you happy with our offspring ,who would have your complexion and my intelligentia”.

She would giggle like a flower ,and her joyous cocophony would reach him.

He would call innumerable times,day and night ,and she would be in seventh heaven dreaming ,anticipating and desiring all incomplete dreams she has knitted with Ryan when both were at their teens.

Ryan was speaking to Monica after eight long years .He has his wife Kim and his son Timothy who cannot speak and hear.

Monica broke her engagement with Ryan when he was away for officers’ training at Dehradun ,Indian Military Academy. She had lot of adverse situations in her family and she was not able to cope up with.She called Ryan for immediate help,but Ryan could not understand the intensity of the problems she was confronting.

Monica thought Ryan won’t ever be able to take her responsibility ,so she married  someone else ,more because ,she thought he could be the most responsible guy and he could be her escape route from her unbreathable situation.

She married Rahul, but due to some birth defect or some other factors  of Rahul ,their marriage was only in pen and paper ,it was not consummated.

They adjusted,stayed together,faced all difficulties together.Inspite of that they hid each other’s feelings and desires and never trespassed their personal arena.

In the mean time Ryan caught her up once in facebook ,and they enlivened each other’s lost love and sharing their respective stories.

Ryan would say ,” His life would have been totally different if she would have been there in his life”!!! She would hear him,feel him,repent,lament and sob with him over the phone.

Whole day and night whenever they would be free from each other’s  spouses they would outburst their incompleteness,rage,extreme emotions and come close.

Monica would call him to meet her.He would cover more than  two hundred kilometers just to see a glance of her.Then gradually he would settle for a day or a two in her house when her husband was out or plan out for short tour and shared their intimate moments.

He would often say ,” How desperate I am, to leave that bitch ,Kim and turn her out of my life.” He would say ,”you are my real love and she is just a fuckin material,and nothing else”.

Then he would add,” she has pissed my life,I survive and breathe because of you Monica.”

Monica trusted him ,believed him .Her love was blind.He would always stay in touch keeping both of their phone connected ,day and night,night and day .

Monica would ask him when does he go for his office or job ,he would stop her saying ” everything is operated from home”.

He would always complain about his wife and say , ” The child birth was a fluke,I hate her to such an extreme level that I ,never go close to her or touch her”.”Moreover she has a skin disease too”,he would add up to make it more intensely trustable by Monica .She would rely blindly.

Kim worked in a call centre  ,eight hours out of home ,might be more.He would use every bit of the time to create sensation with Monica ,virtually over the phone,and practically he would be intimate with his wife Kim when she returns ,a very henpegged ,obedient husband  indeed!!! He would excite himself sensuously talking to Monica and would sizzle in his sex life with Kim,breaking the monotony of eight years of married life. So Monica would act like a catalyst to keep the sex obsessed wife kim happy by Ryan’s sly efforts.

Ryan would say ,” My wife tortures me to the extreme level.She is indescent and ambitious. When Monica would ask him,”what kind of indecency you are talking about Ryan?”  He would say ,”While we are in bed ,she actually leads,and goes to wild extent!” Monica would feel shy as she is very calm and gentle kind .She would feel helpless sometimes .She would feel  of  losing her confidence in her gentle ,decent feminity. She would often ponder , “What does my man want from me?”  

“kim, had been brute and cruel to my parents and married me for the sake of property”, Ryan would cry out in despair often. Monica would feel sad for everything that has happened to him because of her.She would be filled up to the edge with guilt.She wanted to accept change  and grab the god sent oppurtunity instantly .Ryan would take her to the world of imagination but would not go real ever,he knew it very well. Monica expected the most realistic thing like a way farer in desert ,asking water from a mirage to quench the thirst of incompleteness.
During the time of festivals  he would switch her off at his ease for two and a half months without any contact ,all of a sudden.

After that when he would feel like he would switch her on saying ,” she tortured me so much ,that I poisoned myself ,landed to a hospital for months “. Monica would cry and sob and get sick ,thinking about him.She is so helpless on the other side he would comfortably lodge himself in the cosy comfort of Kim’s arm, his wife’s arm. Monica would not understand.She would try all her possible means to reach him but in vain.This way he would switch on and off according to his ease and give varying innumerous illogical witty reasons of his disapperance.

If Monica would try to argue with him,he would again move into hibernation mode. For Monica he was the source of her breathing.She was guarded by four walls of her house situated in far flung areas ,uninhabited by people in the woods.

She had no other alternative other than Rahul to stay with.Day by day ,they were getting far in their ideologies and picking up vigorous fight.Monica would feel time is flying,she would try to accomplish everything and live a normal life with a loving husband and a child of her own. She would often feel deserted for a kid,a consummated marriage,a husband in real sense,companion of every single and minute things .Basic things are so much elusive for her!  This is difficult to digest for her.
On the other side Ryan would promise her,vouch on his son’ s name and go on framing story of  dew covered honey lies to her. She would wait for a day when all her sufferings would come to a halt forever and she would live a superactive life ,as other woman lives.
Ryan would tell her”Hey baby,do not be morose, I would settle down with you and my son .We would have our baby too .we would fly to a distant land and live happily ever after,far away from incompleteness,agony and sufferings”.
He would all of a sudden call Monica in weird hours to hear her voice and say ”  “Come on babes, tell me those three magic words fast”. She would be elated and whisper the proof of her idiosyncracy in his ears over the phone. 

This way five years had alreaady passed by and  from him there was not a single promise being kept.Monica would feel wretched but she had insecurities,despair and hopelessness in her heart of hearts.She feels herself unfortunate enough not to get the basic things of  life.

For Monica ,it was tough going.One day she took commitment from Ryan .He fixed a date that after 16th of August ,he would be free as his wife is going for a mutual divorce.He said his wife has a boyfriend Augustine ,whom she is going to marry. When Monica asked him  about Timothy his son,he said he would claim him later from the court.He would very lightly say,”that’s not an issue.” Monica knew Ryan’s heart stays in Timothy. So she ensured about him.

He would call up Monica and say, ” How happy I am ,that Bitch gonna leave me forever,She has used her son as a pawn.”  “She treated me like a money minting machine”.” She is responsible for ruining me and killing my parents bereaving them of all happiness”.

Monica would cry with him feeling his immense pain.He would show her his lunch plate and say” see how she puts lunch for me,as if she is serving to street dogs,all filth she serves”.” I don’ t get to eat homely food after my mom left me for her heavenly abode”.See Monica” I am on medication,all this stress lead me to nerve disorders”,he would say. Monica would pray and vigorously fast for his recovery.
Monica would become dumb stuck and feel so sorry for him.

He would make her emotional, crack a joke to make her smile,create sensation admiring her.She would float in imagination far far away from the reality.

When she would sometimes be very angry and adamant smelling his fishy mannerisms and start declining his calls ,he would threaten”If you do not take my call ,I would disclose everything to your husband”.  He did that too calling and messaging every thing creating and filling admonitions to the last extent in Rahul’s heart when Monica ,once did’nt receive his incessant calls.

She would beg Rahul to keep her,she would regret ,lament  falling on her husband’s knee  but he would go more unadjusting making her life a hell.Then after one full year when things though ugly was just settling  between Rahul and Monica, Ryan entered like a tsunami blowing  a death ringing call and said , “sweetheart ,I love you,I did that so that he leaves you and we both move together.” Again Monica falls in the trap.

These goes on for “more than several ” times ,still Monica remains dumb,deaf and blind.She never wanted to confront the reality of Ryan.She was afraid to visualise his dark hideous phantasma like appearance.She was basking in complacency of her Ryan’s love and smiling sometimes thinking of Ryan’s lovely words” baby ,my baby ,baby stressing on baby splitting honey drops lies pleasing n ethereal.She waited and waited in anticipation all her life,she just wanted only a bit of his moments just for her,only her.She loves no one other than him all her life.

This way Ryan would manipulate,manage and mishandle the relationship as he wished.Not only over phone in voice call,he would be in message box,whatsapp,fake id’s of facebook,viber,lines,skype,imo everywhere he would ensure his diabolic presence in Monica’s life who was an epitomy of innocense for the sake of Ryan’s love ,blindly.

He would sometimes frame a solid story ,present before his wife and she would witch hunt Monica everywhere to insult her like a predeator.Monica would fear and stay mum suffering bit by bit.She would feel headache,nauseatic and ill often. 

Ryan used to come to her once in a blue moon ,might be in six months once. She won’ be able to mother atleast a kid that way,as minimum intimacy required to be impregnated was missing.A kid who would somehow make her feel significant in absence of that disloyal man ,she had in her life.She started smelling Ryan’s dualism.

He would keep his family safe but gradually dislodging Monica who had no one in the world except Rahul ,who atleast sheltered her.

Monica would try to call him,when he would disappear suddenly and she could hear,”The person  you are trying to reach has either switched off or not available at this moment”. She would go on calling for years but no response.

Monica would try to catch him or his wife’s facebook Id from a dummy Id but could not trace him,as he deactivated his account. His  wife had publicly shared her family snap shot ,  all three happily clicking togetherness in a beautiful fort far away from Kolkata to a new city ” Hyderabad”.A happy ,prosperous family with their pet altatian and his father in law staying with them.All have accomodation in his life except the girl who looked up to him and trusted him so much.

Monica was speechless,numb and nauseatic.She was feeling so  very much disgraceful inside. How this people cheat someone so easily !!! She could not believe herself.She was just like a lifeless statue no one to hold on.Her emotions ,sensitivity lead her nowhere.Is this manly? These sweet lies dont have proof or cannot be legally fought for.But she want justice in her heart of heart.She feels her life as a curse.Some are physically not a man and some are soulfully not a man.Either of the thing is dangerous but soulfully if someone isn’t a man that’s more dangerous!!! 

He was same who left his most desired army officer job before passing out parade as Monica was not in his life.He was the same who waited for hours for her glance.He was the same who rushed for medicines when she use to cry like a baby in pain.She was in tears sobbing all day. She could not believe the ground she was standing on.It was all convulsions.She knew not how to gather herself.So many fond memories haunting her soul and mind.Why do people play such sly games even with those who genuinely loves them? 

His honey dewed lies reverberates and rings her in the ear,she gets horrified,a chill runs through her spine and nerves.She is shaky,total nervous breakdown She could not rise up anymore ,she slips,skids,falls.She is deeply demolished.

All the girls ,please don’t get driven by your emotions.You can be badly played down by this sly fox kind a people in lamb’s attire.Believe only yourself .Do not blindly fall in love or trust blindly.Your life too matters.Understand your significance as well.Don’t quit for a sly fox…..

#blindlove #blogging #lies #awareness #bitterexperience #advice #breakup #blogging #story #bonobology

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 Prayer ,River and pyre

Hello everyone,This is quite an intense thought of a woman, whose life is full of sufferings and obstacles..In these lines she is reciprocating  to her inner self .She is in confused state of mind and waiting for an eternel bliss in the form of cold water which would heal her burning body and soul,and offer “Moksha”(salvation)from her deadly sufferings. Her burning smoky heart has turned already to ashes and fumes, out of terrible bitter tortures of the world.She had been in darkest of the dungeons doing nothing but pray for decades,years and months. She talks to her soul about the last ritual to be conducted by distant relatives when she passes away and pray to mother Ganga to provide her sereneness,tranquility and redeem her from all sufferings of life- death cycle .Her life had been under such turmoil of ghastly pathetic occurances that she even wants to soothe her lifeless agonised body and soul  drenching herself with the holy water of Ganga so that her renaissance purges her towards “moksha” All the curse evaporates to welcome her to heaven in bliss……

.Om shanti,om shanti,om shanti……….
                     PRAYER PYRE

                        PRAYER RIVER

Ganga, flood me,wash me,purge me with your calm coldness and keep me afloat in your waves ,for time immortal …..

For I burn like charred, withered dry leaves inside ,so that my renaissance ,my Ganga  sublimes me  sure ,without denial………….

For I seek and pray to offer myself in the “maya” of your waves ,but don’t desire for the pyre set ablaze, my morbid body in my funeral…..

Hindu, by birth still seeks salvation in the watery arms,for I have prayed in scorch  and fire  for my redressal…..(mukti)
Rain ,mist,dew ,snow flakes ,glaciers freeze  me to embed me in the river bed,for a peaceful renewel………

For throw me not over the pyre,burning me ,even if I am dead,for my soul wants to dive in your divine water pacifying me to the ethereal……….. 


Sources of inspiration,my experience in wordpress…..

I have gone through lots of ups and downs of life and now I do think of penning down my experience about something which is perturbing me immensely making me restless till I write in my blog at wordpress….This is the immense insanity or impatience,or the kick or the passion which creates a” lil kinda” writer in me…..Teary eyed we start writing raining from droplets to shower from heavily clouded eyes,picking up our inspiration so that we can compose,meditate and have peace.

Artist , creators, who showcase their creativity,a writer or whoever is so called” great men or women,” has  few things of intense inspirations  in them  which they write and which I feel to share with you all and  take the pleasure of sharing.When I go through different writer’s blogs of wordpress I am awestruck to find such!!!!

They are inspired extremely by the beauty of nature,might be nature loving 
 Thay are inspired from their day to day  sufferings .They have suffered so much in life ,and are so much illtreated by the society ,by their fellow beings that they find solace from the plight of their sufferings in wordpress, writing their own experiences,seeking  n finding like minded ones,who does not hurt but pulls you out of such situations.Heart break inspire to write,those who had fresh breakups  have  their wounds bleeding and are in terrible need for healing up.A sufferer of chronic disease,fatal disease as well as narrow minded or selfish ,harsh society which creates negative ambience for that person to survive .Such people get inspiration to write from harshness.

Sensitive ,emotional natured soft hearted people who are vulnerable to plights n trauma of  cruel ,smart ,sly people get injured easily and are cornered ,finds peace of mind writing blogs to sustain the process of breathing and gets inspiration from their  adverse situation…

Inspiration from death or separation of a loved or dear one ,the irreparable loss from where its very difficult to come out…

Some people are very much insane for their passions ,extremely passionate people find inspirations from unbridled passion.

Love ,Romance, devoutee, Soulful,fascination,beauty and extreme unfulfilled cravings, incompleteness, desire,dreams n hopes gives that zeal to write their heart out in wordpress   

  Frustations, creepy feelings ,complexities,fear,insecurity,poverty,unemployment,politics,illfeeling,denouncements,sacrifice and numerous things  to enlist in extreme level can also become inspiration……

 Feelings occuring due to changes in life cycle,feeling of renunciation,difference of past ,present and future, philosophical,religiousness,self -introspection,theory of retrogative progression,regenerative regression,aggression,rebellion,awakening of soul,self-conscience,feeling of extreme guilt or a desire for unification with the soul n the inner soul reaching a level of higher attainment of wisdom n knowledge the higher self all these could be unknowingly your inspiration to write……After writing all these readers I must say without inspiration we cannot write substance,we cannot write soulful.This above picture is of Ramkrishna paramhamsha and his wife Sharada devi.To know about them and their insanity leading to enlightenment ,one has to be truly eccentric.You have to sink deep down to know the roots of everything.Superficially things could be done but it wont have that depthness.So friends whatever you are doing you have to do it in depth,get insane n crazy.If you aint crazy ,You aint doing anything worthy.If you really want to live to the full forget me,myself,mine….broaden your soul,mind ,innerself to that height of sky and depth of sea…..

 I love you wordpress as you make my life simpler and makes me creative instead of pushing me to dark walls where I only use to think of that ,it was the end of life but wordpress was the silver lining at the end of the dark cloud .I do am grateful to my sister who introduced me to wordpress. I also am thankful to all the writers and society of wordpress who always inspired me to move ahead without having any ill feeling. Thankz a lot I am learning from you too. We all have pain,we all are hurt but one has to move ahead constructively with that spirit “lets move on”,shedding all inhibitions “lets live”.


Comparisons n healing

My originality  does not fade away,His plasticity does not wither away……How would the two sides of the same river meet?

My truthfullness,honesty n integrity never dessicates,His disloyalty, lies n dishonesty accumulates as high as mountains as deep as oceans…..How would the two sides of the same river meet?

I am as bright as the daylight ,he is as dark as the  “new moon night,”….How would the two sides of the same river meet?

I am ruled n reigned by my soul n conscience,He is empowered n governed by his crafty brain at his ease,…..How would the two different sides of the same coin meet?

I am a “lil” innocent dove (dodo bird)

,he is the sly wolf ready to swallow my gut(love)..How can a greedy hunter be the saviour of it’s prey? 

So heal heal heal…from the agony my heart….let all things be calm,serene ,composed…….n  flash beautiful mirth n glee….


As oyester changes a soil particle to the ever shining white pearl,let me heal n change those who come in my soul…..

May I give him strength of forbearance n the zeal of my illuminations so that he can wipe away his  darkness of soul,his  extreme nudity by my caring profoundness…..

I learnt a lesson while shaping ugly things magnificient… too learn to be human first…..!!! Be an epitome of your class not a coward who hibernates during crisis hours….

In anticipation of your boldness someday……



Scent of ” Him”

My man is the most beautiful possession, I have in my life.His incessant love for me is like crest n trough of waves encompassing my soul engrossing me with magnetic fascination.The more I see him ,the more I crave to see him .

My love for him sways me off my feet .I love his charisma of intelligence,his dark deep seeded floating pair of eyes,his magnetic pull,his sexy  dark skin ,handsomeness to the power infinity and last but not least his male baritone which numbs me off my senses.

He intricately watches me,he mugss up my habits and attitude.He stares me latently ….He knows me in and out……He is my lover ,my mentor ,my bosom and my guide. 

He is my close confidante  who can infuse life in me ,calm me down  and shoothe me to the core.I am serene ,beautiful n composed because of him…..
His journey into my heart is blissfull,just heavenly ….I feel myself so fortunate to be touched by him in every aspect….and cherish his presence in my life……..

He infuses a different kind of zeal ,a powerful presence,in my life.

He could make me do anything as I am completely under the cast of magic spell of his macho persona….. Smell of lavender ,gardenia,variety of roses,Jasmine And everything reminds me of him…..

The objective of my sustenance is” Him”,as I know not anything apart from him……

He is vague ,a fragrance ,a scent which has abstractly diffused in my corpuscles……,I relate to him with the blow of breeze,the smell of cigerrette,the smell of masculine fragrance,the flowery aroma,everything that shoothes my nervous system imbibing “HIM” in the olfactory nerves to my corpuscles,blood n subatomic particles…..

He is virtual…..his presence is virtual his idea of being is virtual n elusive yet magnetic n charming….He is not there…..his smell is persistant n fresh amidst of virtuality………so as the “god” is virtual ,He too is in virtual world only real  in the temple of my soul……….

Nest of Terrorism

People are so excited about India Pak cricket match.A lot of speculations,discussions are going on constantly.News channels deluging with great players and anchors discussing off field on field feelings and excitements.How each player were motivated by the other one  across the  borderline!!! 

Same with movies, singers,actors and the list is endless 😇…Pak and India engaged in tremendous exchange of merits and culture…..

Terrorism has its roots in Pak,everyone knows.India is victimised by the terrorists everyday.Violence erupted at the kashmir valley and now has become  the crater of a volcano……..Army and police are ambushed and killed by savagely mutilating their face and body often.

Teenegers,schoolgoers are brainwashed in the name of religion to stone pelt and join the terrorist group sabotaging peace and prosperity of Kashmir….

Inhuman tortures and cowardly inhuman acts ,nurturing terrorist Pakistan is engaged into….It is the safe nest for the terrorists to function and carry out their savage plans waging proxy war like cowards….

Some of the countries  like U.S.A and China funding or has earlier funded the country without discrimination just to spread terrorism in the name of development of the nation….!!! Hope not so deliberately….but have some interest though….

Knowing everything they remain mum on the issue saying that’s a bilateral issue and they wont interfere earlier as well as at present too….

Its a human right issue too….Why are they funding Pakistan to nurture diabolic terrorism???

Terrorism is the issue the whole world is suffering from and they are supporting their abode of terrorism ie Pakistan!!!

Why human rights association do not intervene when everyday people are brutally killed without any reason? 

Why Pak is not boycotted by the total world community from everything so that democracy is saved? Dont they know that all the power lies in the hands of army and democracy is mere puppet show rickety and frightening….

We are all here to establish peace not sabotage it…so world community please come together and stand hand in hand to fight against terrorism.

“Peace can be achieved through dialogue”, is what every leaders say and go, right from U.N to each powerful country leaders,when they know the ground reality.Everything changed ,decades passed by but the dastardly and inhuman proxy war in the name of religion still goes on…

If Pak army is nourishing the poisonous snakes of terrorism in their burrows,their venom would spread in their own blood too….right???? All the world community and country be alert ,awake and strive to establish peace…

Now the time has come to act,if not now it would be never….The burning splinters of terrorism would not leave a single country untouched …..!!!! 

How do we all feel seeing the sufferings of Syria…our heart laments in agony..we feel so helpless being human beings seeing those file pictures of children ,women, men suffering the never healing wounds physically as well as mentally……Are we happy being human????? Stop before its too late… human wants to see blood shed of their fellow beings….


Women and Rurality

Women of rural places , though educated and have a brain ,choice and feelings of their own could not escape clutches of society easily,as in European countries and some urban cities.They are questioned about each and everything. Rurality is a bane not a boon sometimes so is conservative ideas of society.

Some societies are conservative in nature and are very criminal minded.

The girl knows if she moves out of the house alone in order to do something worth instead of rusting herself amidst four walls of a room,she would be looked down and face allegations .She hesitates hearing about routine incidents that might happen to her.  Whenever she switches on the television she would always hear about rape,acidattack,molestations,sexual abuse and many more unending things which have increased manifolds in recent time

Some people have odd mindset about women..They themselves would cloister their women and make them stagnate in the house but would stare other women as materialistic pleasure…..

Every women isn’t like that….some are women of substance.They behave differently and they could even be different in every aspect .Its very difficult for a woman to rust oneself and do not voice her feelings when she is capable of positive change.

Women of respectable families who have a say but are suprassed by circumstances and society could not ever come out with their plights .

If they do so they are branded as ” wrong kind a woman” or called slangs which is very derogatory and undignified.

Dignity and respect what women seek ,nothing more than that.Yes they need a secured life so that they can live fearlessly away from the chauvinistic society of creepy or brute predeators.

Women are expected not to voice anything ,just go on tolerating making her life a hell ,as that would bring good name to the family in society…..

Many women suffer but few come out with their problems …They are not that self sufficient or powerful enough to fight the male dominated society.(naturally they are created less powerful than men),eventhough they have higher forbearance……

She should not ask for freedom,she should not voice her feelings,she should not live her life on her own terms,she should not stand on her own feet,she should not explode her plights,she should not breathe……….without permission.


Beyond that….

Beyond that, firmament of fallacy lies the highest firmament of truth,

Beyond that,  planned fabricated spiderwebbed netted tales lies the unplanned saga of will of destiny, in between the stream of life and death,

Beyond that, entire selfcenteredness lies the burden of guilt,awakening of conscience waiting for the last breath,

Beyond that ,dry path of drought and chastisement ,lies the miracles of petrichor shoothing ,filling the fading senses and then drenching flood of fountains, creating life bringing mirth,

Beyond that imagination of torture ,suffering and pain of destiny lies the ultimate enlightenment surpassing unimaginable wreath,

Beyond that muscles ,bones ,blood and flesh nullifies the “desires inside dreams”

 ,as there lies the “supreme throne of the Lord” embedded in the soul, heavenly peace  illuminating underneath………….


Policies of the Ruling party


 Government exercises power according to the constitution,which regulates it’s day to day activities .Common people’s power is immense ,by the people,for the people ,of the people in a democracy.

We need to ponder and question ourselves who is powerful after the government has been chosen for the five years term? The party in power brings about drastic change in the name of implementing policies and meddle in day to day life of crude commoners. Everyone does not have white collared jobs,or are skilled labourers,or business tycoons,or government  job holders or elites,or ricksawpullers,or garbage collectors.

Some common people are in between.They are termed as middle class people.Neither they fit well with the rich elite classes nor with the lower section of the society.They are middle class but have a choice of their own.

They are the people who are affected to the core.

So ,in the name of policies, government meddles with the interest of common middle class in a terrible way sinking them deep necked.

Government and ruling party with absolute majority says whatever they are doing they are doing for betterment of the country.

I as a middle class commoner might diligently agree with the ruling party,when question of ones own country comes…..but simply altering policies at the cost of common people’s discomfort is no solution.

Suppose a school drop out guy makes his living through some minor paper work and filling forms .Now government policies transfers those work to some of the government officials or some other agencies recognised by the government,what will that guy do to earn both his ends meet?

Now this way most of the people of the society would be jobless,as everyone is not that qualified,or everyone is not skilled,or everyone cannot do such menial job,or everyone cannot go for any kind a job.

Now the govt also has a say over here,”we have instructed our banks to provide loans for setting up business,homeloan,personal loan and whatever shit loan”.

Do u think that guy who barely manages to earn a meagre meal would be provided with loan or do that guy has time to run everyday to bank to ask for loan!!!!

For asking loan from bank too,he has to have some penny in his pocket.

People say “Is govt responsible for each and everything”?

No for sure…..but govt should not bring about rapid changes in prevailing systems without making arrangement and rehabilitation and providing jobs….

Lakhs n lakhs are dying of unemployment,starvation,lack of medical attention,ill health because of meddling with prevailing system to outcast other political parties and to grip and exercise power more sternly n firmly to show “yes we are the great”.

Common people mostly middle class are under utter despair as elites n poor manages due to extraordinary riches and habits respectively

The middle class remains in “hangon” positions queing up either to meet the “d day “or a “good day” SOMEDAY.

Before a plan of  drastic swift alteration,govt should go for serious research work of that district and then look into the matter.

Its not those changes like social evil,or people believing black magic,untouchability or fundamental beliefs ruining the country,or corruption which needed to be addressed urgently .Middle classes has greater role to play always may it be French revoloution or any such birth of rebels.Rebels are born out of sufferings .First a fist of rebels are formed and are localised to certain area and then it grows gigantic multiple times towering over their sufferings.Everyone here in this world are dying for name,fame and money.Though namesake democracy is there,people were better under kings as they really cared about their subjects and their sufferings more. 

Democracy if becoming bitter for common people as meddling in their life bringing panic and sufferings to them then it loses its meaning.

I dont know how far I am able to justify my explanations but yes,we all need to focus on it instead of focussing to things which does not matter middleclass……..Before destruction of a dilapidated building ,pillar it and construct it,to save the  ground floor of the building as it had sheltered as a roof to many………

I know everything is interconnected,might be government policy making decisions at present would yield fruits after ten years, by that time those people would starve to death,it wont be scribbled down in history might be ,no rebels will take birth to challenge the decision,but the sufferings would be heart wrenching,bloody and a saga of death.

No one would be responsible,everything would be latent ,silent and gone with the waves.

Think before you make policies

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Curly Love

  • When straight hair was so much in trend,Rihan use to die for my feathery brown,curly,whirly hair.The curliness was twirly,fluffy,feathery,cottony and volumnous and Rihan use to say”Your hair speaks”!!! Heyy I have heard till days eyes speaks,silence speaks,soul speaks but hair never ever.
    I was amazed to see the syncronization of my curly bits of hair with Rihan’s love and caress. It would curl and furl automatically more in his presence and swirl down my cheeks ,he would notice the most unnoticeable and jump all of a sudden with twinkle in his eyes”heyy,my gal see your curls speaks.”I would grow red and shy away. When Rihan was away for army training I would wait for him  in the porch feeling the carass of the breeze playing with my curls and furls and I would suddenly start missing him.The porch was full of furly climbers shading it as my curly hair!!!!ooops! He use to say me ,”Pearl, Do not tie your hair ,let the breeze play with it ,it would reinstate my presence”.”Be simple as you are,never change.”” Never go ever with make up,I relate to your original,raw,wild ,innocent, beauty of inner self”.Previously, I was not sure about his intimacy and intricately woven feelings with my wavy,curly hair but gradually I too started feeling such.I have noticed ,when he would admire me and there would be bit chance of his arrival after long time ,my curls would respond.It would get more curly,fluffy and pour down enigma to my face”.He would always say “pearly your curly hair reciprocates your love more than you do”!!! I would die to hear this statement from him.The curls disappered when I was sick,very much depressed or feeling utmost low in separation,  when he was far-far away from me.Might be some hormonal changes coinciding  coming to play with my extreme emotions for my loverboy that time. I would think so……but the mystery continues….
  • Lovely curls,folds,fluffy hair my curls my love is just because of you Rihan…….
    • I remember once Rihan said,”Pearl do not  go for styling at Loreal beauty salon as your naturally endowed curls are far better than any artificial styling “.I wanted to make him stunned by my styled up looks from loreal salon .I would look like a star whose aura would keep him stunned sweep him away of his feet in astonishment ,entice him even more ,totally eyecandy for everyone around me ,my friends,my pals,my neighbours,my kiths n kins but as I sent five ,six selfies of mine anticipating a total effect of mysterious magnetic enticement ,a  dark shadow casted over him by me ,he shouted and yelled me over the phone totally what I thought opposite to…….Instead of cascading him by my hair style seduction I let myself in utmost trouble….!!!His voice breaking in sadness and he was losing his cool and I was at a loss of words.”The wavy clouds gone” what he  said to me!!!!So I said the curls you love not me!!!! We have come very far in our own lives with different priorties but some memories hangs on holds us on till we are gone.I still cherish each and every bit may it be his attachments with my”curls “…….He is gone with the flow of time…..My curls too have bidded me adieu forever….still I have fond memories fragmenting my heart now and then filling my senses with the mixed aroma of masculine perfume and cigerette …..which is not there any more but he would always be there as the abstract aroma in my sixth sense……holding me in tight embrace.#hair#younme #bonobology

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