स्वप्नं काही अपूर्ण

पाहतो तिला प्रथमच, आणि क्षणभर वाहून जातो

मग योगायोगाने काही भेटीत, त्या क्षणांचा सागर होऊन जातो

म्हणायचे असते त्याला काही, पण शब्द उरातच राहतात

स्वप्नं काही अशी, अपूर्णच राहतात

तिच्या विचारातच मग तो, कायम हरवला असतो

तिचे डोळे, आवाज, हास्य, ह्यात जणु स्वर्गच भासतो

अखेर ओळख तर होते, पण त्याची पाऊले दचकूनच राहतात

स्वप्नं काही अशी, अपूर्णच राहतात

क्षणभर ही तिला भेटण्यासाठी, बेभान होऊन प्रयत्न करतो

मनातले त्याच्या मात्र, अजूनही श्वासातच भरतो

त्याच्या शांततेतले शब्द, तिच्या नकळतच वाहून जातात

स्वप्नं काही अशी, अपूर्णच राहतात

एका प्रेमकथेसारखे, त्याला मधुर गाणे वाटते सर्वकाही

अस्तित्वात मात्र हे चंद्र-सूर्य आपल्यासाठी उगवत नाही

निघून जाते ती, त्याच्याकडे आठवणीच राहतात

स्वप्नं काही अशी, अपूर्णच राहतात

Live!

I have yet to go to a concert of any of my favorite bands. Its one of the things on my "To-do in the USA" list. But thanks to Youtube, I can at least enjoy concerts at home. The greatest musicians are those who are at their best when they perform live. So here are my favorite concerts:

1) Eagles - Hell Freezes Over

2) Backstreet Boys - A Night Out with the Backstreet Boys

3) Metallica - S&M

4) Dream Theater - Live at the Budokan

Not Like You

I don't care about the summer breaks

Don't know much about love

And I don't care about the look of my hair

'Cause I'm not like you

I've been flirting too much with the creeps

This is what I've been told

I took a walk on the wild side of life

'Cause I'm not like you

My TV set gives me tenderness

The cab driver guy is my friend

I look around me and all I can see

Is that I'm not like you

I'm not who you are

And no matter how much

I believe that ain't true

I'm not like you

And all the people that lived on my street

They remind me of who I've become

I can put on a show but I can't win them back

Gotta find a way on my own

But it won't be like home

And sometimes I'm cryin', maybe this is happening too fast

But someone told me "boy you shouldn't worry about the past"

But who would give a damn about the cameras til they're gone

Until then, it's on

Don't tell me it's hard to believe

There's something out there

'Cause no matter how much

I believe that ain't true

I'm not like you

- Nickolas Gene Carter

The Boy Who Loves The Stars

All alone under the night sky,

He gazed above and let out a sigh,

Marveling at all the stars that shined,

And the same twinkle in his eyes you'd find.

Not quite like the others was he,

His thoughts ran deeper than the sea.

A hundred questions his mind would hold,

And also his dreams and stories untold.

Exploring the horizons, among the stars he wished to be,

Like the universe, unbounded and free

But in life's jagged path he has found,

He also needs his feet on the ground.

As he treads along through day and night,

He seeks a chance to make his flight.

And still drowns in his dreams through lonely hours

This boy who has always loved the stars.

The Crimson Rose

In a distant land that time forgot,

Upon the highest mountain top,

The Crimson Rose stands taut,

A sight that makes hearts stop.

A flaming torch under the sun,

A ruby in a moonlit night,

To feel its petals we run,

Climbing and crawling with all our might.

Alas it is not an object to possess,

It is the blessing we pray to get,

The friend we yearn for in distress,

The true love that has not struck yet.

For the fallen soul, it is the helping hand,

The ray of hope when darkness grows.

Upon the mountain in a forgotten land,

Stands taut the Crimson Rose.

A Band Apart

The Backstreet Boys are always known to evoke extreme reactions, whether of admiration or hatred. The first I heard of them was "Everybody", during some dance competition in school in 1998. I loved the song, had it on some audio cassette too. I didn't think too much of the Boys though (what vocal talent can you judge from that song). A few months later, I spied this live performance of them on some music channel. It was an acoustic performance filled with a wide array of their ballads and harmonies. Then came Millennium, their biggest album to date. And I became a fan. Apart from their amazing vocal talents, the hundreds of interviews have shown them to be down-to-earth people who came from modest backgrounds, and reached success through determination and hard work. So, I scoff at people who dismiss them as a "boy-band", whom they are nothing like.

Rather than the talent show creations that came after them, the Backstreet Boys were a self-formed group. They went through the labors of going on cross-country road-trips to play their music before they got a record deal. This was no different from any rock group that I am a fan of, except this is a group of five singers, an acapella group. "Acapella" is the magic word here, that separates them from the flood of pre-packaged talentless pop acts. Their countless performances over the years in concerts, award shows, TV shows bear testimony to their amazing vocal abilities. So, people saying "they can't sing", just demonstrate their blatant ignorance and nothing more. Individually, they are five different personalities with their own vocal style and influences. Brian is a devout Christian musician with Gospel influences as part of being in school church choirs. Same with Kevin and Howie, but Kevin is a fan of country music and soul, and Howie of Latino music and R&B. AJ has old school rock-and-roll, funk and jazz influences, while Nick is inclined towards classic rock and metal. In their trademark five-part harmonies, all five alternate being tenors and counter-tenors. Kevin is mostly the baritone. AJ and Nick trade places for bass. Howie is the usual counter-tenor.

Then there's those that call them, or their music "gay". That word seems to have become a loser's easiest way out. You just hate someone without really knowing why, then you just justify that by calling them gay. "They're gay coz they sing love songs". Did you get the lyrics of "Nothing Else Matters"or "The Unforgiven 2" faggot? Yes, the BSB do sing a lot of love songs. But if you get your head out of your ass, and actually listen to their whole albums, you would see that over the years, their lyrics and content has matured. Songs like The Perfect Fan (written by Brian), The Answer To Our Life, Time (co-written by all), Weird World, Never Gone (written by Kevin), Moving On (written by Howie), to name a few, deal with various other aspects of life. A message song does not have to be anti-establishment or one abusing George W Bush. In fact, the best message you could give would actually be one that is positive.

So there you have it. I am a Backstreet Boys fan. And I love rock too. In fact, if there is one genre I would single out, that I listen to the most, it would be rock. Apart from BSB, there is hardly any pop that I listen to. Moreover, the BSB combine elements of rock and R&B, with the occasional country and soul influence perfectly.

My playlist has both 'I Want It That Way' and 'Nymphetamine'. I can listen to 'Shape of My Heart' and 'Turn The Page' in the same breath. I put on 'Wake Up' to fire me up, and listen to 'Show Me The Meaning' when I unwind. So go ahead motherfucker, blabber what you want, here's my two arms raised, one with the Devil's horns and the other with the finger!

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The Creation Delusion

The video above is a brilliant lecture by Neil deGrasse Tyson speaking on the persistent, ignorant theory of Intelligent Design. I think he hits the nail on the head here. Its necessary for scientists to take a more serious note of the influence of Creationists on the general public. Instead of trying to sweep things under the rug, they need to take the Creationists head-on and counter their outrageous claims. You can easily see Youtube videos with Creationist propaganda, and how convincingly some of the speakers are able to put forward their "theory" to a mostly scientifically challenged public.

My Idea of God

I have been brought up in a Hindu family, and my parents aren't overly orthodox. Nothing was ever enforced upon, and everything was open to debate. Growing up, my interest in reading made me familiar with the Mahabharata and a few other ancient scriptures. Rather than rulebooks & doctrines, I was pleased to find metaphorical stories that inspired and taught values that are as relevant today as they were in those days.

I have never been one to visit temples too often. The idea of a God that punishes was unacceptable to me even as a small child. And rituals & superstitions just aren't my cup of tea. Having said that, I do know of some practices having a scientific background, but are given a populist facade to make sure people follow them, and I certainly do follow them.

In a lot of situations, I seem to agree more with atheists than I do with believers. So what is God to me? For the most part, a source of inspiration that is the most pure and incorruptible. Being a student of science, every natural occurrence has a scientific explanation to me. So I don't think of God as some kind of puppet-master. Thankfully, my religious teachings do not prohibit me from believing that my ancestors were apes (figuratively speaking). So my faith does not blind me from simple truths like evolution. This trust in a supreme being lies totally in the spiritual domain of our existence. Like morality, it does not have a scientific/logical proof, nor does it need any.

So then, what is the 'use' of this belief? It inspires me to be a better person. Sure, we have idols among fellow humans for that. But sometimes you need something far different to inspire hope within yourself. Not everyone does, well I do. I admire the atheists who can inspire hope within themselves when there is none. And would most certainly like to read about them. Unfortunately, all great & famous stories of survival of the "rise from the ashes" kind that I have heard involve people who quote their belief in this supreme being as an inspiration to rise above. Not passing any sort of judgement here, I might have certainly missed some.

So there it is, my idea of God.....

Professional Love songs

Came up with this list when I was listening to BSB b-sides. You know.. those songs that don't make it to final cut of an album.

1) Backstreet Boys - Forces of Nature ---> For Chemical Engineers & Earth scientists probably :P

"Opposites attract, chemicals react"???? WTF? Is this a chemistry class??? Amazing harmony though!!!

2) Backstreet Boys - Satellite ---> For astrophysicists ;)

(P.S. - A running list. Looking for songs by other artists too!! )

मराठी अभिमान गीत

A Story

The year was 1992. In the Sunshine State of Florida, the city of Orlando with Disney & Universal studios was a haven for those seeking fame & recognition. Nicholas, Alex and Howard were no different. Nicholas, born in upstate New York and raised in Florida was all of 12, but dreamed big. So did Howard, a native of Florida, older but barely out of his teens. Alex, 14, perhaps wanted to give meaning to his existence, lost in a dream world, away from his troubled home, raised by his loving mother & grandparents. The three used to meet regularly while auditioning for musical theater, TV shows and became good friends. They soon discovered their common interest in music & began working together. Later they also met Scott, 20, a native of Kentucky, former church choir singer and currently performing theater, who soon joined them. A businessman, owning an airline company, but who wanted to make a fortune out of managing a music band, auditioned them & decided to manage them. But he wanted one more member, and Scott thought of his cousin Thomas back home in Kentucky, also a church choir singer. Thomas was on his way to join missionary school, but in his heart was a born performer. So, he made his mind to try out his luck with the group. In no time, he bonded with the rest. And so began their journey.

The path was not easy. They spent 3 long years practicing, performing in schools, theme parks. Finally, they landed a recording offer. But, they met with little success in America. So, they went across the Atlantic to Europe. Slowly, people started taking notice, and soon, before even they realized it, the five were becoming something of sensations. Riding high on their newfound success in Europe, they came back to their homeland, and this time, they were greeted with a huge welcome. Now, they became the Fabulous Five!!! They became a worldwide rage. They worked hard, and they loved what they did. However, the world around is not as simple. Their manager was out to squeeze every penny using their talents. They found themselves being stretched to the limit, with not a lot of payback for themselves. Howard performed with the group hours after losing his sister. Thomas survived a health scare, but barely took any rest before hitting the road again. But, they had grown up & realized none of this is worth without health & family. So, they laid out their terms and said that they wanted things their way. And they got it. They were now more successful than ever, and they were now doing things on their own terms.

They were maturing, but unfortunately not all in the right way. Alex, with the ghosts of his past, became lost in the dizzying world of fame. Rather than his friends with their feet firmly on the ground, he enjoyed nights at clubs. Alcohol was just the beginning, soon he became addicted to drugs. Suddenly, his friends found him floundering & exhausted. Then, one day, Alex lost his dear grandmother & suffered a breakdown. Scott, troubled by his friend's changed behavior, confronted him. But they had a fight and Alex told Scott, who, being the eldest was like the caring big brother of the rest, that he didn't want to see him again. Later, Alex felt guilty and knew he needed help. With the support of his family and his friends, he entered rehab. His friends too, took this time to be on their own. Cousins Thomas & Scott married their childhood sweethearts. Thomas soon also became a father. Howard spent his time in business. Nicholas was still the growing boy, and he utilized this break to make music on his own. The friends spent time apart, but never left each other's side. When Alex finished his rehab, his four brothers were there to greet him. The biggest hug he got was from Scott.

Then they decided it was time. In 2005, they announced they had a big & refreshing break, and it was time to work. Things had changed now. Over a decade of experience had also humbled the Fab Five. But behind all the glitz & glamor, their amazing talents had left a indelible mark on their followers. The craze, though now more reserved rather than the prime-time TV news material of before, was still there. Moving on, Scott decided he needed time for his family. Giving his blessings to his friends, he went back home & is now a happy father. The others continue to worth together & on their individual music. Thomas has followed his calling, and together with his work with the group, is also a Christian musician. Scott meets his friends occasionally. He even joined them once in a performance in 2008. Through it all, they have still remained the five friends that used to hang out & make music together near the Backstreet Market in Orlando.

[ This is a fictional story inspired by real events. Any resemblance to living legends and their lives is a result of their inspiration to this story along with some fictional, but probably closely accurate elements :) ]

Of God and man

The debate over atheism has always excited me. Especially here at UB, I have found passionate proponents on either side. But before a lesser mortal like me jump into it, I would like to first quote some passages related to it by a great personality whom I admire as a philosopher rather than a politician, "Chacha" Jawaharlal Nehru. These are from his book "Discovery of India", and deal with his ideas of religion & God. Its not a continuous chunk, rather a series of small chunks of passages which I found relevant, so I have used separators to demarcate the separate sections:

"Religion, as I saw it practiced, and accepted even by thinking minds, whether it was Hinduism or Islam or Buddhism or Christianity, did not attract me. It seemed to be closely associated with superstitious practices and dogmatic beliefs, and behind it lay a method of approach to life's problems which was certainly not that of science. There was an element of magic about it, an uncritical credulousness, a reliance on the supernatural.
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In the wider sense of the word, religion dealt with the uncharted regions of human experience, uncharted that is, by the scientific positive knowledge of the day. In a sense it might be considered an extension of the known and uncharted region, though the methods of science and religion were utterly unlike each other, and to a large extent they had to deal with different kinds of media. It was obvious that there was a vast unknown region all around us, and science, with its magnificent achievements, knew little enough about it, though it was making tentative approaches in that direction. Probably also the normal methods of science, its dealings with the visible world and the processes of life, were not wholly adapted to the psychical, the artistic, the spiritual, and the other elements of the invisible world.
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Science does not tell us much, or for the matter of that, anything, about the purpose of life.
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What the mysterious is I do not know, I do not call it God because God has come to mean much that I do not believe in. I find myself incapable of thinking of a deity or of any unknown supreme power in anthropomorphic terms, and the fact that many people think so is continually a source of surprise to me. Any idea of a personal God seems very odd to me. Intellectually, I can appreciate to some extent of the conception of monism, and I have been attracted toward the Advaita (nondualist) philosophy of the Vedanta, though I do not presume to understand it in all its depth and intricacy, and I realize that merely an intellectual appreciation of such matters does not carry one far. At the same time the Vedanta, as well as other such approaches, rather frighten me with their vague formless incursions into infinity.
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How amazing is the spirit of man! In spite of innumerable failings, man, throughout the ages, has sacrificed his life and all he held dear for an ideal, for truth, for faith, for country and honor. That ideal may change, but that capacity for self-sacrifice continues, and because of that, much may be forgiven to man, and it is impossible to lose hope for him. In the midst of disaster he has not lost his dignity or his faith in the values he cherished. Plaything of nature's mighty forces, less than the speck of dust in this vast universe, he has hurled defiance at the elemental powers, and with his mind, cradle of revolution, sought to master them. Whatever gods there be, there is something godlike in man, as there is also something of the devil in him."

- Excerpts from 'Discovery of India' by Jawaharlal Nehru

Sitting pretty on top

First, I am disappointed to say I missed it. Eden Gardens, that b-e-a-u-tiful cricket ground, despite my denial, I know is the Mecca of Indian Cricket. India trailing SA 0-1 in the series. Our batting line-up setting the scene for the second test by piling on the runs. Then, our bowlers ripping apart the SA batting line-up to score an innings victory. And India retains no. 1 spot in Test rankings. Yes test matches, that truly define excellence in cricket. What an amazing moment. And I missed it!!

Like most Indians, I have always been a die-hard cricket fan since as far back as I can remember. As a six-year old, crying, with tears rolling down cheeks & all, when Kapil Dev's Indian side lost to Sri Lanka in a one-day series. Then, at 11, truly learning to be a knowledgeable follower of the game, by watching test matches. Still remember the India-SA test series of 1996 with those moments - V. Prasad's fifer, Sachin's 169 & the heart-break at the draw of the final Test. Also a huge Australian fan, I earned the ire of family & friends when I voiced my support for them, even when the played against India.

But ultimately, its India all the way. Rather than just being something out of patriotic sense, I am truly a fan of the Indian team by their sheer improvement since the new millennium. First, it was Sourav Ganguly (my favourite alongside Sachin Tendulkar and Shane Warne) who began the metamorphosis of the Indian side into a real 11-man unit. He got the young guns like Yuvraj, Harbhajan and Dhoni in the side, supporting them all the way. And Dhoni is continuing the same way. After that wretched 2007 World Cup, I have high hopes from the 2011 edition to be played on home soil. It might well be the swansong of one of the greatest, "if not the" (oh so cliched!!) batsman of all time, Sachin Tendulkar. And I see a team that can bring the cup back home.

Is baar Cup zaroor wapas laana hai!!!

However, plenty of action still left in 2010 first. The T20 World Cup will be fun. Though a format that seems more like a game of gambling, it is fun, like dessert. The real action will continue towards the end of 2010, when the thunder from down under Australia & New Zealand come to play in India. OMG!!! India vs Australia!! Bring it on baby!!!

Some Random Ramblings

Everyone has a moment of rage where all his/her inner frustration is vented out by some constant pricking thorn in the side. Well, this is my moment.

For quite some time now, every time I open my Facebook account, someone or the other has posted something new regarding the ongoing debate on the Maharashtra issue. Now I respect people's right to have their opinions & love a healthy debate. But to speak incessantly about something without having an iota of knowledge on the matter does not help. But when I saw someone refer to Balasaheb Thackeray with an abject insult, that was the final straw.

First the issue. For all those flaunting that golden rule in the constitution which says "Every Indian has the right to move & live anywhere he wishes", why don't you invite some of them to your homes? Or in your apartment building compounds for that matter. There's lots of space where all those poor souls with no means of livelihood can find some shelter. Every Indian also has a right to live in their homes, so what about those scores of Indians, the Kashmiri Pandits, who have been driven out of their homes. Or do all rights only apply to people from the cow-belt. And the necessity to follow rules only to those cowards who fail to raise a voice. Or may be you can go teach some of that to those in the North-East who gun down Biharis. Or to people in Tamil Nadu, who regard the national language with disdain. And please, enough with that "Why follow the bad examples?" crap. Maharashtra does not follow examples, it sets them. Nobody's bread comes at a city's cost. And just because a city is doing well, it doesn't mean it has to limitlessly bear the burden of states where leaders are too busy eating cow fodder to think of their progress.

Now this thing about "Outsiders have made Mumbai". MUMBAI MADE EVERYONE AND MAHARASHTRA MADE MUMBAI. If they were all so great, why didn't they set up their factories where they came from. If Mumbai runs today, its because the rest of Maharashtra sacrifices itself for it. Right from the boundary of Mumbai, places like Thane suffer at least 8 hours of power cuts, so that the City that never sleeps can run smoothly. This very fact has been pointed out by Babasaheb Ambedkar in one of his books. Will UP & Bihar allow part of their power supply to be routed to Mumbai? Well go fuck yourselves, we don't even want it. We just want our share from the national treasury that Maharashtra fills up most, but never gets anything in return for its development. The sad part is some of my fellow Maharashtrians also fall prey to this belief that we need help to prosper. All we need to do is look how well Gujarat, especially the city of Ahmedabad is doing. I don't remember the last time "Chhat Puja" was held there.

Then people go on about how different languages create barriers. The first language to create a barrier was our national language, when it was put out for a vote in the Parliament. The truth is we are a country of diverse cultures. All the states were formed on the basis of linguistic diversity. Thus, every state is entitled to promote its language. Which every state does. Except when Maharashtra does it, they term it as detrimental to the "democratic fabric" of our country.

Now, about all those people abusing the Thackerays. It seems to me we are a country of incurable conformists. We are happy with something that fits into a certain "politically correct" mold we have created. Anything that seems slightly out of place is shunned. (To divert to another topic that I noticed recently, musicians who do not conform to what is the stereotypical view of the ideal, are termed as "gay" - now what relation sexual orientation & musical ability have, I do not know) Back to the Thackerays, because they do not make all those cliched right "political" noises like the others, they are termed 'illiterate' and dangerous. On the other hand, people (I despise calling these insults to humanity this) like Lalu, Amar Singh and their ilk, who are truly destroying our country, seem perfectly fine to these "intellectuals" because they fit into that cliched mold of a politician. If one reads into the history of the Thackerays, one can easily observe they are anything but 'illiterate'. Raj Thackeray probably reads more books in a week, than we did for our entire undergraduate degree. And regarding Balasaheb Thackeray, before calling him names, better understand that you do not even have enough aukaad to judge the dirt beneath his feet. I do know both Raj & Uddhav have their own political ambitions. Who doesn't? And after every misfit cronie who has ever held office in this country, I would most certainly want someone like a Raj Thackeray be given a chance at power. So what if their children go to English schools. Did they ever say not to learn another language? Do their kids not understand or speak Marathi? Such useless comments don't even pass muster. Then, on the other side we have somebody like a Rahul Gandhi. Young, suave, educated - packaged & sold to the Indian youth like any of the latest gizmos we buy. From the history of the Congress, its not difficult to know what to expect from him. Though he is far better than grade-A dacoits & cons like Lalu et al, his latest speeches have been unnecessary harping. He better be careful with his talk on Maharashtra - he might be born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he might end up with a Kolhapuri chappal lodged in his ass. (hey, I didn't actually abuse him :D)

The end, for now.

Statutory Warning: This article was written by me in a state of fitful rage. Hence the excessively inciting comments. If any one has a problem, then all I have to say is, you can kiss my abusive, conceited, brash Marathi ass.

Jai Hind, Jai Maharashtra!!!

Aman Ki Aaaashaaaaa 2032

The year 2032. The Whines of India, the country’s leading newspaper, feels it’s that time of the year to revive our age-old tradition of tolerance & non-violence, and invite our dear neighbor Pakistan over for a peaceful dialogue using a new money-making, oops, confidence-building exercise called Aman ki Asha.

Indian Prime Minister Janamse Chandi, descendant of the prestigious Chandi family, has this to say, “India has always desired friendly relations with Pakistan. We are confident of a positive response from Pakistan. In the last 10 years, there have been only 999 cross-border terrorist attacks on Indian soil as opposed to 1001 attacks in the earlier decade. This is a definite sign of easing tensions between the two nations. “

On the other side of the border, the Pakistani Dictator Khaali Muhseshareef Jr. was equally elated. For the unenlightened and those who have time-travelled to the future, the Dictator is the son of the great General Muhseshareef who was once Pakistani President. The Dictator has come to power after a similar bloodless coup in 2027, with support from the aawaam of Pakistan. These were his views on the recent developments “We are very happy that India is showing an encouraging attitude. Our borders should be opened up, so Pakistan can send in militants.. errrr… diplomats to discuss steps to maintain peace & harmony in the subcontinent. There is no problem in this world that dynamite…errr… dialogue cannot solve.”

US President Chewbacca, who created history by becoming the first country premier of alien origin (another example of American cultural diversity), also welcomed the move, through his Wookie-English translator of course. He said, “We hope that the leadership in the two countries reaches a peaceful solution over all outstanding issues. The US will continue to bolster ties between India & Pakistan. Just last week, the US Congress passed a bill for giving 20 billion dollars in food aid to Pakistan. Mr. Muhseshareef has asked for guidance on the proper dispersal of this aid from China & North Korea. May the farce be with us” (Statutory Warning: The Wookie-English translator is still in developmental stages causing possible minor errors in translation. What??? You thought the translator was a person? Dude, its 2032!!!!)

Prominent citizens on both sides of the border also expressed their excitement at the news. Says ageless Bollywood superstar Ruk Ruk Khan, who continues to play lead roles with 20-something actresses even in his sixties, “I would love to dance around trees with all the pretty actresses in Pakistan. And I am also available for dancing at weddings in all the prominent Pakistani families.”

Veteran Director Mahesh Bluff, with his servant by his side to scratch his armpit, having lost the use of his left arm to old age, was especially excited at the prospect of ‘Aman ki Asha’. “I will celebrate this ground-breaking undertaking by directing a new music video featuring the latest Pakistani rock band ‘Red Hot Gelatin Sticks’. The video will be spectacular, featuring pyrotechnics using RDX that will be specially imported from our friends in Karachi. I have contacted my good friends Mr. Chaalo Azmi & Gabbar Singh of the Samajbarbaadi Party, who will personally arrange for the import of all the materials.” His comments have come as a surprise, since he has been uncharacteristically quiet in the past few weeks, refusing to comment even in the wake of the recent terrorist bombings in New Delhi, probably out of shock, as he is often silent during such incidents, only to gather his senses to speak and condemn the police after arrests are made.

Retired Pakistani Cricketer Slowab Akhtar says ”It will be a dream come true for me to follow in the steps of Wasimbhai and go to India to guide young fast bowlers there. In order to be easily available to them, I will even consider moving to Mumbai and living in either Bandra or Colaba in a place sanctioned by the BCCI.”

There is excitement all around & we are hoping to reach our Destination Peace eventually.

May the farce be with us!!!!!!!!

Sagar Keer writes for BigFishMag. For other insane articles from me & other more misfit writers, visit www.BigFishMag.com