Maya (Maim)Sab, Sab Maya Hai!!

TV's galore with Maya's victory. Yep that ugly duckling is the face of the hindi heartland. And by Jove will she run amok with her majority out there. An unstopable road roller of choas and vendetta. That was so funnily cruel - "Mare hue ko kya maarna" (mulayam ..rip!!!)

But Wowsiee what a victory. Its a general romping home.

Amidst all the media hoopla of bahuballi's, the amar singhs, the bahu-beti spat in Aligarh (jaya vs sonia) it was a the one party that really never made to the media hype. The general did her homework well, she played her cards right, got the right mix of guns and ammo and boy she scored.

Its a shame that the media which is so prides for vivisection of every aspect of socio-cultural-politico aspects of our society, the police of all police - The meta police who dare to even police the self styled fascist moral and cultural pundits of our society, did not really slice and dice the one big story of this Maya Jaal. Maay her self during the planning of this campaign.

Being in the job that I am, I can really appreciate the way she stomped in style. The satisfaction she would have felt (however deplorable it might be) of having taken the necessary steps in those pre poll months, the unconventional steps of romping in the upper casts with the manu smaj, when she would have been warned, even though meekly and obsequiously -"behnji kya aap sahi kar rahi hai". The agonizing sleepless days as she would have gone about planning, approving her plans in her lair, hoping for her stratagem to succeed, of mixing, matching the two seemingly apposite casts.

As a general once said (was it clauswitz...i cant say) if you get the general strategy right, tactical failures don’t matter much. Byjove did she get it right.

This is a perfect case study of getting your general strategy right. Forget Laloo's railways, this is the case study that should be taught at the iim's of the world. All else being equal - the filth, the muscle power, the money power, the bahuballi's the one strategy of getting her social engineering right and executing it.

Billo, Lary and Palsemaro – this should be your inspiration.

Hobo you political pundit - chew on this. One Fat Lady gloriously singing - Luck's-Now, no!!

For Her Eyes Only

To the only reader of this post besides his Unsanely Self, - "Am Still at work!!!" .

Homework Blues!!!

Its like childhood days all over again. I want to go out and partyyy. But instead of the HomeWork there is this dreaded "Work from Home" concept.

And there's such a lot of shitload of work that I can unfortunately run a biogas plant that will power almost all of India's legal and more importantly illegal power consumption and still be left with a few megawattage of amperes to spare. [Wattage a amperes he he he, damn my engineering sucks like hell, edision would get an electrical shock]

I simply and thorougly dislike putting all the effort I have to. Damn capitalism. Damn liberalisation.

I luve the bygone hindu rate of growth. It was so much better then. Nothing better to do than complain.
Now one has to complain about lack of time for complaining too!!!

Hai ...too much of work.... Sniff.

I dream of a complete breakdown in delhi tomorrow, calvinsh fantasies of snowfalls, tsunamis and floods clutter my mind. All to get one more holiday!!!
I should sincerely join the communists. I really hope you dont have to work towards causing a strike.

There's a repressed bengali inside this displaced punjabi, no.

Chalbe na, Korbe na, Complain bharpoor korbe naa!!!

Realty Bites

Its like colliding head on with the metal leviathan head on. The cold piercing metal assed realty running over you on and on with the frequency of jerks resulting when abruptly and erroneously shifting to higher gears at speeds where the tachometer flirts with motionlessness. No its not dissimilar to the sinking feeling of utter helplessness of arriving on a dance floor where the only nincompoop could perhaps be none other than you. The entire dance floor alive to effortlessness gyration of utterly seductive curvaceous figures and the only ugliness that needs to be severed be the the gruesomeness of your presence. Its like the humilating chilling awareness felt by debutant batsman feeling the heat of a billion pair of contemptuous stares, cursing, while he shivers, perspires and unadroitly fails to handle, like the proverbial eununch, the virile and scathing incessant bowling attack of the pakistanis. With more mortgage than my enfeebled shoulders can carry, with the awarness that I could be fodder for Big Sharks, with ample awareness of Mr. Chidambrams tinkering with monetary policy to appease the only audience that matters in the political gallerina, I plan to make some untimely foray in big bad world of realty in hariana.

Yep, Reality doesnt only bite, it leaves no nightmares to imagination.

PS: Bouncing the Realty Cheque
After wasting the entire Saturday and the only official holiday traveling from one corner of the goan to another I have belatedly come to the realization that the the carrot I dangle is smaller than the desi winny wanny, or dingy dangy whatever be the official term that junior is called by.

In the Darwinian scheme of capitalism it is below the dignity of second derivative of Big Sharks' prey's prey to even consider my carrot as perhaps even a snack. It was certainly a grade below reprehensibility for these goons.

Its official, even I wont own property. I will pass on the baton of owning of a kothi, conveniently on to my descendants, as has been the parampara in the household .

Most brokers while simultaneously raising their furry eyebrows and conveniently and ambidextrously playing with the rich produce of their nostrils refused to show me something other than slum dwellings while at the same time pointing me to unheard of places like Manesar and Daru-veda.

Daru the goons offered. No Please, I retorted. No Daru. I certainly did however ponder pointing eM to a certain blogestress who do be more than happy to consider all the daru in world.

Hobo dahling you're perspicaciousness is laudable. I am forced to consider joining the ranks of the perenial homeless.

If ever I had hopes of issuing a Realty Cheque, it has bounced back today with a vengeance.

I told you so...

[grumble grumble grumble ]Ms Shitty is raking moolahs raking in by the minute.
All because she was at the reciveing end of name calling on which the jury is still out whether that was or not infact a racist remark.

As I grumble the doyen of India, the torchbearer of anti racism makes more money, nay prints and mints more money than seventy seven generations of mine have aggegrated and time valued for inflation in 2007 terms.

Movies, Biogrpahies and talk shows focusing on her royal slighted shittyness by britains loveliest scum will adorn media headlines every waking hour. Streets will be named after her. Maybe even kids.

Movies- The Shitty Story
Biographies - Shitting on Big Boss
Streets - Shitty Street


Money Money Money, Shilpa dahling, must be honey!!!

If insults be the sole way to wealthdom then insult on...........

Shilpa dahling if insults be valued please find my rate card too.

Please find my personal "Priceless Insult Rate Card"

Insult......................................Rate
Paki........................................USD $10,000/-
Shilpa.........................................USD $0/-
Sheety........................................USD $0/-
Shilpa Shetty............................USD 10,000,000/-

Senility Beckons...

I dont think of going to sleep with a woman no more, I now fanatisize waking up with The One.

Bus stops, young Fathers and little toting daughters, a happy picture they make.

I fear commitment still, but am willing to live with it.

Oh lord am I suffering from the uterus syndrome.

This is repulsive, I think its time!! I think I should start drinking afterall.

oh my god .....