To i’s boss

You speak, I listen

You order, I carry

You question, I answer

You call I, I come

Saying ‘yes sir’ politely

Still your scorn stares at I

Making I feeling guilty

Once thou minutes get over

And you stop to respire

Yet don’t hesitate to call I

Though you know I not near,

No matter how damn far I am

I’d come to your new chair

To say ‘yes sir’ still politely

To your questions & satire,

Still I’d not let you embarrass

By staring at your new petty tier

I know, and you should be aware

God is supreme boss up there

You would be His perfect choice

With experience in shouting voice

God also needs someone like you

Who can shout in the HELL!

Still, as human soul I pray Him

To care of your there being well....

PS- Don’t try to figure out this “I” as Rahul Rajput. And hope you are also not so lucky! :-)



please no more SHIT !

In the recent past, apart from a few movies, Bollywood has been serving the moviegoers with something wrapped in the foil of hype created by promos, advertisement, music release etc (Mind it! etc has many things) and finally that excited-to-burst-hype-bubble bursts in the first show in cinema halls and finally it comes nothing except nonsense and hammer stroke at audiences’ minds as well as at balls. And still accepted. We are amazingly very adaptable and adjustable people! But this time Bollywood has served something entirely different in the name of ‘Dirty Picture’ which cursed my sleep yesterday. (note that I did not watch any movie since last two months). Last night I suddenly woke up from my intense sleep, and ran to open the windows of my room. I was searching fresh air to inhale. Something was smelling badly. It was my roomy who just had come to flat in mid night after watching ‘Dirty Picture’. Now it was clear he was diffusing the ‘dirty smell’ into the air. Joke apart, it was clear from his expression this time he has been deceived. He just could say ‘Shit happens!’ I just argued him that at least he should not say this because he is the only man i know who never cursed any movie till last date.(I see in him a very optimistic and confident audience. Note that he watched Bodyguard twice) Then definitely there is something to worry. I got that this time bollywood had served that hype bubble with shit and only shit inside.

Still I find there are people who see at ‘Dirty Picture’ with other perspective and then, in spite of my roomy disapproval, appreciate. Film critic on the website Bollywood Hungama, was impressed with film director and said that the film was “well narrated” and “wonderfully executed.” But in the recent times I witnessed only one “wonderfully executed” scene and it was Harvinder’s slap on Pawar. A review on Daily Bhaskar gave the film three-and-a-half stars out of five..........Is there anything left to say? Times of India Kudos to film director for bringing a story with such sensitivity and boldness. Director Milan Luthria just threw ‘potty bomb’ wrapped in bulging bosoms scene of Vidya and above kind of people are saying ‘yummy! I’m lovin’it’ in Macdy style. Bloody these people seem to me as claiming this movie as ‘hygienic shit’.

I wonder how nonsense is liked! Are we gone crazy for nonsense or it’s the wish of Rajnikant. Otherwise who will dare to serve shitty stuff in times of Rajnikant. Should I curse time or its people’s sensitivity towards life that every third day we feel life is monotonous and we want more choices and different taste. You have choices form condom to rajbhog, you have to choose according to your appetite. No problem. But it adds to my surprise when one appreciates muck as ‘yummy muck’ just for the sake of different taste. What a bloody nonsense. Time is changing so probably public taste is changing. Days have left behind when there used to be only one combination out of girls and boys- a girl and a boy. Now choices are available. It comes 377 which gives us more than one combination, and it depends on ones choice what combination one finds more revelry. But for me saying ‘old is gold’ and ‘physics law of attraction of opposite charges’ still hold good. Or I say my taste is still not changed. I can’t dare to go for ‘dirty picture’. Now will you dare to try? Go at your own risk. Anyways it all depends on your taste-you prefer droppings to Cadbury shots (man me laddu foota!) or you want to bang or to be banged.