Traveling Mexico’s Backroads Mirmir

Entiendo pero usted estas haciendo propoganda de unificacion homogenico, donde se muere la diversidad cultural que es l`espalda del mosaico que constituye Sud America y Mexico en particular.

Mirmir in your previous interact you are veering towards propoganda seeking a homogenised unity where cultural diversity is hammered into the grave which denotes the death of the majestic pluralism that inspires South America in general, and Mexico in particular.

Traveling Mexico’s Backroads Che Alberto,

En que otro ciudades y paises estuviste ? Hace un ratito antes yo estaba en chiapas...que opinas sobre lo que se desarollo con los derechos de los zapatistos ?

Contestame, y tenes que seguir escribiendo....mil saludos !

Fleshened Bones Farzana I do not like to flatter people but this is the best poem I have read on Chowk thus far. For you wax very eloquently on several thought-provoking points. This poem should feature in some anthology.

Perhaps only when ``the noise of life`` ceases does one really think about the ``unthinkable`` woman--the pejoratively labelled ``whore``. As per usual interactors vomited religious and sexual excess, lesbianism notwithstanding, when their locus of attention could have been more far-reaching, and their observations more discerning. Enough on the self-appointed “janitorial-sages” on this e-forum. Now to focus on the substance of your work:

In your poem, I sniffed, through ``my very strong sense of smell`` (LOL) the embodiment of moral degradation, both lust and love divine which becomes delightfully yet inexorably entangled with your notion of injustice, gender, sexual proclivity and calamity. An ode to Mumbai, the dramatic verses, your exploring notions of womanhood, the parallels you draw with the citadels of caviar and corruption are powerful and evocative. Yet associating a sense of possession with such lofty responses such as ``my Mumbai`` typecasts a jealously guarded sense of sub-conscious greed ?

Farzana surely the sky of Mumbai belongeth not unto thyself. For the intellectual property of its limitless blue requires no sanction. From no one?


“Thick-skinned Mamma
They call you
Wretch
Wet
With gutter water
Where mosquitoes slaughter
Bastards bred in blood”


A poignant opening and indicative of how morality is a jealous creature
Farzana in fact your prologue enticed me to write my own home-grown 2 Rupees worth:

``Vile words`` leech onto a flower that remains immortal
Her petals, withered as they maybe are breath-taking
Envy`s voice at virtue`s pitch
Mocks you because your gown is ill-stitched
Vice is seldom clad in rags
Virtue isn`t always its own reward,
Ill clad grace and toil proclaim a strength that society will never applaud
Strength`` of character always chooses virtuous poverty
Over sinful splendor.
Even if it means breeding bastards in blood
The blood and threadbare clothes give you an unmatched impetus
To discover. Explore. And Question.


“They make promises to you
They make promises to me too
As they pitch their tents precariously
And see a home in our eyes”

So those “Mercedes driving caviar-tasting stench men” also seeketh a form of solace and sanctuary by peering into the ocean of those delectable eyes? Maybe those intense eyes represent an alternative sanctuary for them? One they can only dream of? And in the sheer vastness of those deep dark insatiable eyes they ponder about a safe-haven rankling in their minds until the break of dawn. No doubt, they would have preferred a night of passion under a Tuscan sun strewn with rings and bells of a ceremonious wedding yet that institutional metaphor carries with it an ``unconscious hostility`` of commitment ?
Man`s pitiless doom must now comply with lifelong hell ?
Does it not Farzana ?

“They use you
To strike out at others
Dealers, wheelers, brokers”


These are the grotesque “graciously” anointed goons who have institutionalised prostitution as a form of bonded labour. But their greedy insatiable bellies, with a feeding frenzy, will one day die of consumption. Their ill-gotten and insubstantial finery is finite. Their skewed calculating application of social desires and ambitions garner ruin and displacement. They pretend to be alpha-males yet they have not discovered their own proper sexual identification/orientation. People are blinded by their pimping outward signs of gentility.
Yet this is all transient.
Like the blink of an eye.

“They hail you
Only to acquire halos
Fake words froth in lip corners
As they make claims over your body”

Farzana Im about to type something thorny. All such “claims” may not be mala fide. Percieved transgressions, voices, situations, and sexual/carnal desires and experiences are vastly different. There is an interesting contrast of different interpretations on “bodies for sale”. An understanding of womanhood against the backdrop of various perspectives.
Prostitution, at least in England, unlike India, is OFTEN out of free volition.

Although my utterances are taboo in polite company, moralists of the Germaine Greer ilk ``fallen women`` chorus whilst endeavouring to embody their laudable concerns overlook that in the ``scourge of society`` supposedly ``victimized`` women can often be stereotyped as “pitiful peons”. Such neat categorization blurs differences in experience, opinion, and viewpoints regarding contrasting views of prostitution. Hence do you not think Farzana that sometimes the ``victimization`` tag is over-rated? At least in the West? Do you not feel that this somewhat epitomises a sexual/moral double-standard?




“They pumped you up with implants”

Quite true the “saffron brigade” (as coined by FV) often overlook that these nipped and tucked surgically enhanced botoxed Paris Hiltons with hearts of ice and credit cards of platinum enjoy doing this for a living.

“Minions
Of practised emotions”

And well-contrived orchestrated social scripts ?


”To conceal your scars
They cannot bear to watch
The wounds they have caused”

“”dried bones” Farzana without the “luscious flesh” ?

When our lips quivered
With the ache from arrows
Let us smile together some more
For we know
That grab us they might
They haven’t got as far as our souls

So Farzana a teasing and quirky question for desert
Are you a rose shut in a book
Inside which only women may look ?

Farzana in one of your responses you articulated “It truly made me happy that you called this a “work of art”. We have such standardised ideas of what constitutes art – it usually has to be sublime and other-worldly. And if it is a woman writing then she must speak only about love (the pretty kind), about beauty (the fair-and-lovely kind), and pining (the ‘main tulsi tere aangan ki’ kind, not the ‘yeh aag kab bujheygi’ sort).

Leikin Farzana shukur hay kei iss chowk par aap aag jalateen hain. Kuch lowg issey ``aag`` ke taur par dekhte hein, leikin kuch tanhai ruhaun issey ``roshnee`` ki akhian say samajh letey hein....

Well Farzana we are all akin to the Madonna/Magdalene mentality the My Fair Lady stereotypes lurk beneath the surface of our ``gentle`` desi society, ostensibly a bastardised gentleness inherited from an imperialist bygone victorian society.

Moving on to certain stanzas from ``Fleshened Bones``


What Im about to type is thorny. ``My baby, my baby, they slobbered
Paedophiles scavenging for your innocence``

Thank goodness for section 292 of the Indian Penal Code yet surely the sanction of 2000 Ruppees and/or 2 years in prison under its auspices illustrate what a mockery the legal system can be.

``They are flexing imaginary muscles
To face the tussle with their low self-esteem``

The fact that in macho testosterone-driven gears these South Asian men, especially under Shariah Law, have a lack of social release. Hence they dangle, in more ways than one, into dissolute lifestyles. At least in the Occident they can ventilate on the lack of their sexual prowess with shrinks ! It is this low self-esteem and lack of social/sexual release that makes them drive their Mercedes SLR`s deeper into the Heera Mandis where they concert with ``escort girls`` or ``glamour models`` as they are gloriously labelled in this country. These men with low-self esteem flock to flaunt their flabbergasted yet not fully erect ``flagpoles``.

In Pakistan army bases and naval ports are swamped with wife-swapping where venereal diseases run rife among the men with moustachesmilitary`s enlisted men. The question is Farzana how can this contagion of low male self-esteem be alleviated? Do try and look at this from a male point of view. Maybe “desi” societies will one day come of age and downplay the testicles of testosterone and own up to what it really is- a pile of stench. The stigmata of impotence is hidden

``It’s the same thing
Still catering to hounds``

But surely Farzana a lot of these ``hounds`` may have a bark.
Yet they cant bite.
For they remain impotent.
In more ways than one.

``The scented flames rise
To seal every orifice
With candle-wax
And starve you``

But surely they can never ``starve`` her intellect.
Her soul.
Her emotions
Are ``Impenetrable``

``Her`` cool detachment and lack of sentiment is often a blessing in disguise. Even in the face of male ``wickedness`` and ``moral laxity`` they stand steadfast.
Our bent for moralizing displaces a more profound reality that these women are bound yet free from other schackles.
Schackles of a violent husband.
The schackles of a forced marriage.
The schackles of dowry.

Faceless intellectual conductors are quick to point the finger at ``whores`` when they themselves are lower k9 species of the cheapest pedigree.

Only through a more sanctified envisionment of women, a broader debate rather than moralising the issue by empty-headed nut-shells can we make these women freer, more independent and oxygenised.
We cannot designate certain women into ``separate spheres.`` Im NOT trying to justify prostitution I`m saying that it is more of a complex issue than people purport. Even avowed feminists like myself throw my own thoughts into heaps of doubt.

The prostitute is not of another species--she is a flesh and blood woman like any other ``made of the same lump [of clay]`` to quote religious scripture.

Prostitution as a debate is a topic which both repels and entices us to probe deeper with our own thoughts.

How green is their valley?
Dearest Farzana,

As per usual a thought-triggering fact-based investigative article from yourself. Chapeau. A few questions are in order nonetheless:

Im cognizant that the Kashmiri debacle has no healing-touch formula, ``witch-like`` broom-stick solutions, yet what would a seasoned journalist like yourself advocate as being the path toward a “greener” valley ?

Farzana, hue and cry is more than audible across various spectra, but quiessence is born when workable soultions have to be motioned on negotiation tables ?

It is objective to highlight that when Muslims err in Kashmir hell breaks loose yet Pundits are unfairly molly-coddied despite their manipulating slant. How do you feel this glaring injustice can be neutered ?

Objectively Farzana, is it indeed not a travesty that Pundits are reveled under the guise of “victims” whilst Muslims are “finger-pointed” at ?

For how long, with malafide intent, will Valley-based armtwisting tactics by Pundits AND FUNDOS of the Valley continue ?

Meanwhile suited and booted Panuns continue to mislead their followers with trans-national thinking, encouraging political activity of a nefarious variety, and concocting hare-brained schemes ? Farzana do you not feel that a trans-nationalist myth should be dishevelled ?

My humble two-rupees state that A COMPLETE sovereignity for “Kashmir” is a good idea. FV do you not feel that the Accords of 1952, 1975 and 1986 with Congress-run Central governments were obviously blackmailing tactics and unfettered advances for more ‘concessions’ under the dubious auspices of Article 370 ?

My personal opinion, if any, is that this magnanimous licence of Aarticle 370 to Central largesse, practically unaudited and totally misused, needs to be curbed and sensibly re-distributed within the State.

The question that begs an honest answer, from yo0urself Farzana and all readers at Chowk is that how best to apply autonomy, applicable to all communities in kashmir ? Pluralism plebiscite ?

Yet genuine ``Devolution talks`` are the only way to short-circuit and decentralize Pundit/as well as Fundamentalist claws. Farzana personally I feel that devolution of powers must also re-adjust the parliamentary seat allotments rationally and not pamper to nor promote secessionist ideas based on romantic and flirtatious/twisted RSS/Hindutva Manmohan or Mushie/Bushie agendas.

FV perhaps a UN monitored referendum would ensure that a GENUINE mandate given by the people of Jammu and Kashmri is honoured and the Kashmir dispute is somewhat ``alleviated``.

Alas FV with no blackmagic,
no potions
and no broom-sticks

In the mirror of reality, piecemeal solutions are all one can hope for ?

We both know that the military industrial complex in Pakistan and the perverse RSS/BJP opportunist sloggans in India will not greet such independent 3rd party UN referenda with welcome-slogans, flowers and garlands.

Yet Farzana do you not find solace in that

Clearly the peace constituency is considerably broader in Kashmir than would appear from the percentage of voters who exercised their voting rights risking their lives.

Many though wanting peace must have considered it wiser not to risk their lives by exercising their right to vote ?

Ballots or bullets ?

Not everyone is ``bewitched`` with a zealous passion to voice their true opinion(s) ?

Trunk
Dear Shobig Sifar

Thanks for your spirited answer. Please keep on gracing Chowk. This site needs brazenly morbid and thought-provoking work like yours.

Warmest

Ozer Saeed Khalid

Far from the Maddening Crowd
Tariq Hamid

Just out of a cat`s curiosity have you read Thomas Hardy`s slightly modified title ``Far From The Madding Crowd`` ? I just find it intriguing that you ``Tariq Hamid`` share the same initials as ``Thomas Hardy`` and chose a very similar title ?

Coincidence ? Perhaps not.

Anyways moving swiftly along, your message shares interesting similitudes with the original book. Bathsheba Everdene, the main heroine in Hardy`s epic resembles your central character in that both are ``eccentric``, somewhat unconventional for the times they live in yet straight-forwardly able to tackle head-long jarring emotional setbacks.

Your story depicts what an emotional roller coaster life morphs into under the dictates of urban ``madness`` the ``advertising machinati`` and `` cultural westoxification`` especially in larger cities where seething masses lose respect for human warmth and a sensitivity toward indigenous courtesies/greetings. Your central character, like Kafka`s Gregor Samsa, Camu`s Monsieur Mersault or Voltaire`s Candide is beset by an aching yearning to be desired yet trodges along life with no modicum of inquietude.

What really incites my dopamine is that your main character takes an evocative pathway seldom travelled. Which is that of HONESTY.

Tariq here is just some friendly and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism to fortify you as a writer:

The characters` personalities, numerous coincidences (BAR-BAR) accidental events (SMOKING INCIDENT OR BUS FIGHT) drive the plot all smack of ``soap opera antics.`` The story may have ebbed toward a groundbreaking achievement in its heyday, but today it just feels like a 70`s re-run of the Dukes of Hazard.

Even though you may have been inspired by Thomas Hardy, try not treading an overused theme, because many dramas, whether in novel or film form, recycle this work`s themes and plot devices. Also your plot examples drag on and waver the reader`s attention into wonderland.

Tariq I see in you constellations and asterisms of genius.

But before that some rudimentary reading on astrology is required.

Moral being- improve your grammar and your prose can be relished on its own merits, despite a generally lackluster plot which many budding writers are enticed into.

Nevertheless the morale behind your story is highly enjoyable and I`m still savoring the many brilliant moments of confrontation and cultural ignorance of seemingly ``superior`` cultures depicted in your piece.

Keep on writing.

Good first attempt.

Warm regards.

Ozer

Trunk Shobig Sifar

Your morbid masterpiece provoked me to ink out the following poem:

Six by Two

OZER

A ``trunk`` is the tentacle of timeless confine
A ``trunk`` is a tantric tale of terror
This trunk seeketh only the divine
Yet recoileth in horror

The reverberant clock of our narrator`s youthful passion tolls
With a zealous sudden stroke our pigeon flies to Dubai
Yet the ``ajnabi miskeen`` from Pakistan`s finest
flute fails the cracks between racist flagstones

Our Sialkoti searches the sky.
Yet sees menacing clouds
Still pursuing his golden dream
Of a sunken desolate ancestral empire
One Receded to the relics of hoarse despair.

A serenely singing bride
Picking up shards of his broken glass
Yet in his infinite pursuit of glory
He demurs Forgetful of her steps that
Cry behind him

His cardiac arrest drifts him slowly down from a waking dream
To even thinner ice
Death, among jonquils, told him a freezing ``metal`` secret.
A cloud blows over his ``truncated`` eyes,
he ponders Mother earth.
He sees in the world a forest of sunlit jonquils:
A slow black ``trunk`` of poison huddles beneath the mirth.

Unplumbed worlds approaching
Unforseen trunks coming
A Sialkoti
A sudden glissando
A sinister movida

A dirge of uncried tears
A drift of wind-torn petals passeth before him
Not in a trunk
But in a coffin
That ominous ``coffin`` of life

Down cobbled streets of laziness come his sons
Down huddled stairways arrives a crooked business partner
Through carven deadly doorways comes an eager investor;
Through ``metal trunks``
They all enter
Six by two

From freezing rooms as stern as rock.
The curtains are drawn across deserted windows.
Earth`s dreams stream out of the shovel; the pebbles knock.
Child labour in Sialkot
Rock around the clock !!

Our trunkman sorrowed, but could not atone;
Ancestral empires flash over depths of terror,
Yet are blown away like windflung chords of music,

A white van carrying a huge wooden box with a detachable lid.
Sees the shadow of death in many faces,
Limp and squalid

He desires immortal music and spring forever,
And beauty that knoweth no change.
Yet now he is domiciled

Six by Two feet under.....

London’s Hour of Reckoning Re: # 222

Salim/Mike kardes nasil siniz ? Turkiye de mi yasadiniz ?

Salim bracing it is to see a Turkish brother gracing the cyber-world of Chowk. Unlike many of the contemptible lackeys like Hamid M, your uplifting non-biased interacts resonate with brainpower and objectivity. Hope to see your insights pulverize goons like Temporal to the core during the coming weeks/months.

Salim Kardesh many people see you and I as being blessed with “one identity”- They are right. We are unflinching in our unison against their ethnic bigotry and racial wrath.

Salim you and I will irk every interact they render and make their lovely little lives “slightly” tougher. Salim Agabey wait and see how the so-called “Mighty” will tumble.

It is not a question of if.

But when.

Little do Hamid M and Temporal realise the justice that awaits their fate.....

Salim brother are you ready to give these virtual humpty dumpties a bumpy ride ?

Except this time there will be no fences.....

London’s Hour of Reckoning Re: # 230

Dear Ana

A thread of commonality between us: a robust-rooted respect for Yasmin Alibhai-Brown. My ideational penchant is not dissimilar to her political leaning: Let us not grace nor glorify these bombers with a cause. WHAT HAPPENED IN LONDON IS tangential shallow malevolence.

Their studied and calculated slay butchered hundreds and left over 50 in the dim and murky corridors of death and despair.

Their merciless misdirection will be dealt its kinetic Karma in due course.

Ana my lamentation is quite a different one:

As Scores of people drown in mourning

Communal hatred

builds brews and bastardizes e-forums

This Thursday London will have

Two ``minutes of silence`` to remember its dead.

all over the land a liniment will swell

a compound of homilies, witless assertions,

political bombast will resound

Yet Chowkies are always easily aroused to intemperate judgements

Whilst Very few posit meaningful actions

While the amalgam of blindless Anti-islamic sermonizing

Takes its toll

London’s Hour of Reckoning DEAR READERS,

FOR PURPOSES OF CLARITY AND CONVICTION:

I ``TOY`` AROUND WITH THE LIKES OF TEMPORAL AND HAMID M

FOR THEY TAKE THEMSELVES WAY TOO SERIOUSLY

I DEFLATE THEIR ``INFLATED`` EGOS

I DO NOT FOR A SECOND CONDONE ANY ACTS OF TERROR

I DETEST THE VENOM-MACHINE THAT IS AL-QAEDA

MAY ITS ASPIRANTS BURN IN FLAMES

AND MY HEART-FELT SENTIMENTS GO OUT TO THE VICTIMS

IN THESE PIERCINGLY GRIM ACTS OF COWARDICE

WHICH LONDON WITNESSED

AND JUST FOR THE RECORD-

EVEN THOUGH IM NOT A DEVOUT MUSLIM

I BELIEVE FAITH IS AN INTERNALISED PROCESS

NOT A POLITICAL EXHORTATION

I DO BELIEVE ISLAM HAS IMMENSE POTENTIAL

AND INNATE MECHANISMS TO FACE UPTO THE CHALLENGES OF OUR TIMES

AS I HAVE ILLUSTRATED THROUGH MY VARIOUS INTERACTS

AND SO DO ALL OTHER RELIGIONS

REMEMBER RELIGION IS NOT ANATHEMA TO AMELIORATION

I REALISE THAT IM THE POSTER BOY OF HATRED ON THIS FORUM

BUT EVERY TONGUE LASH

EVERY TYPE LASH

REINFORCES MY CONVICTION THAT ALL SOUTH ASIANS

CAN CEASE ENDLESS FIRE-SPITTING TOWARD EACH OTHER

AND WORK TOWARD A MORE WORKABLE CO-EXISTENCE

ONLY THEN WILL THORNY ISSUES LIKE KASHMIR CEASE TO BE

PAPER-TIGER

AND MEANINGFULLY GRACE AN AGENDA FOR SANGUINE REFORM

AND WHEN I SAY ``MULTIPLE-IDENTITY SCLEROSIS``

I DO NOT MEAN I ``HAVE MULTIPLE NICKS``

NOT THAT I CARE EVEN IF I DID

IT MEANS I PLAY MIND-GAMES WITH CHARACTERS ON THIS

FORUM WHO HAVE A ``HOLIER THAN THOU`` PERSONA

WHO TAKE THEMSELVES AS MORAL VANGUARDS

NO AMOUNT OF RUMOUR-MONGERING CAN FESTER

MY ZEAL AND EXUBERANT OPTIMISM

READERS JUDGE ME FOR THE CONTENT

OF MY LITERATURE

NOT THE RUMOUR MILL`S PROJECTED CHARACTER ASSASINATION

I BELIEVE IN ENCOURAGING BUDDING TALENT ON THIS FORUM

NOT CRIPPLING IT

I LOVE MOST OF YOU........

PEACE UP...

Muslim Leadership: An Oxymoron?
Dear Azar,

``But, as Marshal Goldsmith (a famous author) once said, “For most leaders, the great challenge is not understanding the practice of leadership. It is practicing their understanding of leadership.”

Indeed we can draw a lot of insightful lessons from Marshall Goldsmith. The example here in the UK of an excellent Muslim leader is Yusuf Islam formerly AKA Cat Stevens.

Muslims the world over must envision and focus on a positive future, not a failed past as many of them are endemically prone to. Humility steepening the learning curve and modesty will allow an Islamic basketball of success to go through the hoops of life. Not an Imran Khan genre of faux-modesty. Life provides no titanium bullets yet Muslim leaders through the instrument of Qiyas ( community consensus) can cross many bridges.

It is often more productive to help people be “right,” than prove they were “wrong.” Azar Negative feedback unfortunately is what society thrives on. An often fatal exercise in “let me prove you were wrong” grapples the tentacles of our society. This tends to produce defensiveness on the part of the receiver and discomfort on the part of the sender. Islamic defensiveness is what triggers an apologetic premise.

Even ``constructively`` delivered feedback is often seen as negative as it necessarily involves a discussion of mistakes, shortfalls, and problems. Islamic leaders need to coalesce such feedback from community-based multi-faith campaigns.

Azar:

-Muslim leaders need to filter-out scathing moralisations and negative judgment on others.
-Their constructive feedback is supposed to “focus on the performance, not the person”.

-A Successful Islamic sense of identity needs to be better alligned with our work.

-Muslim community leaders must avoid ``personal stereotyping`` and negative self-fulfilling prophecies. Our Muslim leaders, Ulema, Maulvis must lose their near-photographic memory of our previous “sins” and avoid scathing diatribes.

-Islamic community leaders need to undergo rigorous social appraisals in the form of referenda a la Californian style.

-The Ulema and its stake-holders should adress its community as “fellow travelers on the journey of life” rather than patronising “experts”.

-Excellent team building community exercises are the way forward. Not rhetorical monologues but pluralistic dialogues.

-Quality communication in Mosques is the glue that will hold future Islamic generations together rather than preaching and sermonizing. Followers and non-believers alike will be more receptive to its content.

I, for example, am often condemned for drinking alcohol as a Muslim but as long as I do not intentionally hurt anyone moral slander should not be muddied on me.

Azar

Faith is an internalised process

Not a political exhortation.

Being Imrana
Zafar

``Imrana is more a proof of the failure of the state than a failure of Islam in India``

Pertinent point Zafar. The up-keep of personal family laws in Bharat bears testimony to the pluralism and dynamism of the Indian legal system, harking toward a Uniform Civil Code through the auspices of Article 44 would tantamount to legal hegemonisation...a path India should not tread toward.... Uniform Civil Codes as has been proved in Turkey are no ``magic wands``.......

London’s Hour of Reckoning Re: # 182

hey cayenne are we not getting hammered in mumbai ?

stope giving me ``goose bumps``................

London’s Hour of Reckoning Re: # 180

Hey ranjit i respect gandhi too

shiv sens on the other hand are a bunch of.........................

London’s Hour of Reckoning Re: # 179

Dearest Most Benign TEMPORAL of transience

`` thank you for this admission``…

you are most welcome temporal

``this lets credence to what fellow curmudgeon hamidm , khamhkwa``

absolutely they are real PERCEPTIVE, especially Hamid (M)anure

``and why i felt a tad uncomfortable in coming to this board``…

Yet temporal could not resist the apple of temptation now could he ???

``and while you`re at it. . . try growing up. oh and some of us were just playin` withcha too, `cause when it comes to credibility, you fail. and some of us know it ``.

temporal renders his much-awaited verdict.....

dear temporal

dear ``POET`` of glory

dear repertoire of wisdom

bewitch us time and again with your skills.....

oh pleeeeease...........

today ``credibility`` is a word WE ALL bestow upon you


``multiple identity disorder reminds me of a certain salim ahmed chauhan…he shares your affliction too…as he does when it comes to credibility…you are not him and his thousand nicks too``?;)

temporal you would never know ?

i betcha hamidm and you would love to find out though...would you not ?

what a bunch of sheeeeep ! heh heh heh...........

``khair…am saddened that you played with your readers``

temporal aroused to sadness..now there is a novel thought......

im glad i was the root-cause

temporal why dont you place me on your ignore list ?

good boy that you are eh ?

``this reinforces my hunch to stay away from here ``…

your hunch ? are you quasimodo ?

``sadly and with no regards``

temporal yet again you give me goosebumps..............

London’s Hour of Reckoning
DEAR READERS

TAKE A CHILL PILL

I LIKE PROVOKING ALL YOU GUYS ONCE IN A WHILE

JUST TO SEE HOW U REACT

AND HOW YOU ALL GOT STIRRED UP.........

YOU GUYS ARE TOO EASY TO PLAY WITH

IM AN ``ULTRA LIBERAL`` EVENTS MANAGER

WITH AN EMPATHY FOR ALL KINDRED SPIRITS

IRRESPECTIVE OF CASTE COLOUR AND CREED

WHO GOES ON A DRINKING BINGE EVERY NIGHT

IM NO RELIGIOUS GUY

IAM ASPIRING TO BE A WRITER AND A POET

I MAY ONE DAY BE BEATEN INTO SHAPE

IAM PASSIONATE ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS THOUGH

AND DO RESPECT ALL YOUR OPINIONS/RELIGIONS

TAKE MY COMMENTS WITH HUGE PINCHES OF SALT

I LIKE PLAYING DEVIL`S ADVOCATE

IT ROUSES YOU FROM YOUR SLUMBER

AND KEEPS ME ON MY TOES

HENCY MY ``MULTIPLE IDENTITY`` SCLEROSIS

BUT I DO RESPECT MIRIAM BEEJAY FERZANA AND SR

EVERY INTERACT TO THEM HAS BEEN FROM THE HEART

THIS I SWEAR

AND CAYENNE

THAT INVITATION TO MUMBAI SEEMS QUITE ALLURING

SUZI WONG HERE I COME.....