Who am I?

I wake up every morning.. go to college.. sit at the first bench.. pay attention.. try to learn.. come back and study.. dinner.. sleep. I guess my lifestyle suits indian life. do your own work.. get screwed by the government. pay tax.. get lung infections from the dust and pollution.. spend 35% of your lifetime waiting.. in traffic..offices.. post offices etc..
im a regular student with a regular indian future. however hard I work, some corrupt politician or rich money fleecing businessman will always be just a few blocks away... bullying me with all might. I may submit.. I may fight back.. I dnt know what ill do.. maybe ill be fed up by then, maybe not. ill work my ass off, and my bosses new bmw will come to my shabby apartment.. ill be elated at the view, only to find the driver coming out to hand over a pile of files to finish by the next morning. I will marry a nice girl which my mother will choose for me.. ill have a ceremony which I can't afford.. and give the most expensive gifts to the richer people.. the marriage will soon be over and people at the office will want a party...i am too righterous to ask for money, so i'll take a loan.. which i'll think I wont be able to payback.. but the need of the hour will substitute my practicality.. ill just be capable of a shabby place, a bajaj chetak and 2 meals a day.. but ill sit with my head in my wifes lap and ill be happy.. we'll decide on having kids, the financial excuse being we'll manage "somehow".. i ll have kids.. two of em.. I will give them convenient nicknames...like chintu .. sonu.. one day we'll be invited to the bosses daughter's birthday party.. we'll all go wearing the best clothes we have.. when we'll enter people will stare at us.. the kids will go and play with the bosses kids.. ill try to pamper my boss, his son will come howling.. the kids will have had a fight .. my son will have beat the crap out of his son.. I will publicly slap my son..i'll be asked to leave the party right away.. I'll quietly obey.. go home and cry in the balcony, and i'll wish I had done something right with my life.. the kids will go to school.. now they're to big for all three of us to fit on a scooter.. so my son will tell me to buy a car.. I will instead hire a rickshaw to take them to school.. ill keep having fights with my wife.. one day she'll go to her mother's.. my incompetence will increase with the continued inspiration from her motherz taunts.. she will eventually come back when her mother is fed up of her.. but her mother won't say that.. she'll talk to me.. and expect me to earn more money.. to buy a better place.. a better watch.. ill wonder why?! but my wife will echo her.. so will my relatives.. So i'll start thinking its all true.. Ill start working harder.. do overtime.. earn a little more.. pay alot more tax.. kids will have to go to college.. savings will pay for that.. younger son will have a disease.. savings will finish.. my wife will get fat.. I will too.. I will start drinking.. i will increase my drinking.. one day I will get a heart attack. I will die. my wife will cry.. younger son will be sad.. elder son too busy to attend the cremation.. my name will be replaced by another in the office... and my wife will 'somehow' manage.. people won't talk about me after im gone. well... why should they? what difference did I make?
wish I could go back and change things.. but I can't.. and I never will.. who am I ?
im the common indian man.

147 Downloads, 0 Comments

A few days ago I shared the X-rated version of Emotional Atyachar on my blog. The response was amazing (as expected:courtesy DevD, basic human instincts) and the download count was nearly 150. But what shocked me was that the post had no comments. Not ONE!
That reminds me of a part in Dev D (yes, I'm not over it yet!) .





















When Lenny is involved in that MMS scandal, she tells us that that her face was never published in the papers, nor shown on TV.. so how did everyone know it was her? How did everyone recognize her on the street? Everyone downloaded the clip.
If your logic is questioning you because this is just a movie, then imagine I'm talking about the real thing that happened in DPS a few years ago. Why did it gain publicity over much more serious matters going on at that time? Is this the Indian media's fault? Or is this just a basic supply and demand law in action? The Indian media always gives the people what they want, not what they need. That way we all function in a system where everyone is escaping the reality and is happy to be humored. But what is the media? Its not a living being, but a collection of human minds. It does what the people who form it do.

Why are we ashamed of showing what we think? Why does the Indian system advocate hypocrisy? Why did the Ram Sena force couples not to meet? Why did they attack girls who drank publicly? Is drinking privately any better?

Think about what we think about. It'll change everything.

Emotional Atyachaar - X-rated Version!

Hey!
Came across this at passionforcinema.com ... have to share it with you all (18+ yrs only) !

RIGHT CLICK HERE AND SAVE OR CLICK AND PLAY!


Enjoy!
Arjun

Photo-blog 1

A british tourist on a passenger train in Karnataka. The way she's sitting, reminds me of the British Rule, the aristocracy and the class...and also leaves me with the thought that 400 years ago, something similar would have been said about an Indian woman poised on a grand street-car, on a blog ending with ".uk " if blogs existed then!

Back to blogging...

I sit at my desk... like every other day. Putting off blogging till as much as I can. (Never had the urge in the last few months... and had promised myself not to force-post anything, EVER! ) The clock is ticking so loudly right above my head, that it's in my sub conscious now and passively controlling the rhythm of my typing. Oh Wait! A "clock" can't have that right! So I get up and remove it from the wall, and pull the batteries out. Better!
A bit of recap! Was screwed over by college authorities for an attendance shortage in July. Gave exams till August. Started II-MBBS in September. Slept all over October. "Tried" to wake up in November. Went home in December: Slept again in December.
But, tomorrow is a new day! And certain realizations in the past have made me value life, just as it is.

Lets just keep it short this time...
Lots more soon :)