naak band karke .. OoOO

When i was traveling by train some days back, i heard something which roused my senses, the familiar "chai chaii chaieeeya" in a very nasal accent. I reflected on this well tested, popular and effective style of selling, invented by the Indian inc. It is by far the most Indian of the things i could think of. Now i know the inspiration and reason why Himesh miyaan does nasal singing, because he knows it sells!

a few more attempts at sketching!

by and large god fearing vegeterians...

What happens when Adam starts eating Edam? Obviously he becomes fat and largely unmanageable. Eating disorders have been classified into many types e.g. Anorexia nervosa, Bulimia nervosa etc. However my interest came about in a special kind of eating disorder, the Binge eating disorder (BED) which according to the Omniscient Wikipedia is a “chronic condition that occurs when an individual consumes huge amounts during a brief period of time and feels totally out of control and unable to stop their eating”. When I picked up this theme I barely had an idea what I was going to write about, however slowly as I reflected and skimmed through the Pen sieve of my mind it became clearer and firm. Since I am not writing for any commercial purpose I am going to take liberties in freely quoting work of other people.

Some time back I heard about one BABU Rao who had a strange & highly contagious habit of scratching his palm and demanding Chai, Paani (tea, water) from every other guy visiting his table. Soon everybody saw the usefulness of his ways and it wasn’t long time before the great Indian Bureaucracy took to it, hence the rise of the great Indian Eating Disorder. Eventually the whole system turned laced and sticky with all that dipping and licking, it became a kind of pain in the ass which happens to exists amongst queer men these days, giving pleasure to only the one in control and pain to other.

How could the Politicos stay far behind, after all they are the supremos of the administrative structure. An understanding dawned upon the Bureaucrats and Politician "United we eat , divided we starve" hence the great 'Bhagidaari'. Bing(e)o! Gluttony spread like fire. Everyone scrambling to gobble as much as they could, and when they couldn't digest they threw up whatever they could into the safe locks of foreign banks , to be consumed again later.

A stand-up artist put it very smartly sometime back on a show:

“hmaare neta is desh mein mein khaate hain ,

Isiliye videsh mein unke khaate hain”


When the great politicos anticipated a dr(a)ought & famine in Beehaar , by consensus it was decided to share the meals meant for the cattle, leaving the standard meals for the general masses. Our very own Kaluji himself spearheaded the campaign . He went from alley to alley, visited every village enlightening everyone about his noble cause and always ensuring that he ate nothing else but cattle meal in public. However very soon his ulterior motives were exposed, and for a reason very trivial as an overgrown underbelly.

Well we cannot blame the whole political system for one man's gluttony, I hope not though I'm not sure.

You know India is about great food , delicacies , cuisines never to be found outside India. So when the Administration decided that the food had started not to taste very well they decided it was a time for change . Now With all the talks about changes at the grass root levels, the politicians couldn't help try proving their dedication by pitching changes in the actual grassroots without considering the implications for health among both the general population and at-risk groups. I wonder where they get these ideas or whether they even care.

"As with other eating disorders, binge is an "expressive disorder" — a disorder that is an expression of deeper psychological problems.". Power, control, influence, all this without sense of responsibilities or even slightest concern for the general masses whom the bearer governs, is the most dangerous combination for any civilization. I am "by and large a god fearing vegetarian" however i cannot help reflecting at the collective pseudo-cannibalism of the bureaucracy. It's all about leg-pieces.. fight the leg, pull the leg, chew the leg. Thinking about all this makes me convulsive, feel like throwing up on their faces.

The Indian bureaucracy is not the flag bearer of the eating disorder, its only that it is more visible to me than others since i am live breath and eat here. Its rather intimidating to realize how long we have allowed this one helluva disorder to grow out of proportions . I often wonder, do we wield enough power and determination to contain it. Even more disheartening is the fact is that those responsible for this gluttonous behavior are the once who keep getting elected to the positions of power. I guess the apple is too inviting to resist. Idealism has no place in this new world order, but hope for an ideal society is what keeps us going , keeps us and our efforts stuck with the system. So i hope ....

its a rainy day!

t is a rainy day.After a long and hot time it's finally here to quench out the earth. I’m on my way back to my home. We drive through in strong dust laden winds amidst light drizzle in the late evening. He drops me at a corner and I catch a tempo to the border, and instantly the rain catches up. Dust settles and in the air there is a familiar scent of the moist soil. When the moisture laden winds bring along this aroma, even the most dispirited would probably for a moment forget and indulge in a rapture of delight, become ecstatic. Such is the sorcery of the first rain. I enjoy my tempo ride and the sprinkle of rain water brought upon me by the strong winds. I reach the border get out of the tempo and make a run for the other side where I would catch a van that would drop me home. My timing is just right to set my rendezvous all the people leaving for their homes from work, a whole day of tiring effort to sustain the means of satisfying the basic necessities of their lives. The place is jostling with activity. Many take shelter in the shade to keep dry. Most of the others make a run foe wherever they are heading, but a few seem to be not in a hurry as if just enjoying their good time. In this chorus of delightful shouting and squealing I can feel the joy around me and I’m not untouched by it. My heart is leaping with elation. I’m running, not necessarily because I don’t want to get wet, but because in my jubilation I wish so, to pacify the adrenaline pumped in my body by the falling rain drops. I catch a van that will drop me in front of my home. I now calmly sit in my seat and observe through the window the rainwater washing away the dusty road just as it washed away the weariness of my body and spirit.