Prime Minister gives Obama the middle finger
Cricket higher priority than Indo-US talks, says PMO.

New Delhi – Just days after U.S. President Obama expressed keen interest to strengthen Indo-US ties,the Indian Prime Minister, Manmohan Singh has canceled his April 2nd meeting with President Obama, opting to attend the Indian Premier League (IPL) in South Africa instead.

Speaking about the decision, the Prime Minister’s aide, Sanjay Lal Sharma said, “The Prime Minister feels obligated to dedicate his time to the national pastime. As it is, the public could care less if the Prime Minister was flying to the moon during the cricket season. And, let’s face it, he’ll get a lot more media attention if he’s with the film stars and cricketers. They are the only ones the public bothers about these days.”

The White House had previously stated that the President was looking forward to meeting the Prime Minister and discuss a range of issues, including the Afghanistan-Pakistan strategic review, climate change, and the world economy.

However, the Prime Minister is said to have tired of the endless talks on Af-Pak policy. “Basically, these Afghans and Pakis are shitheads. You tell them to stop playing with the bombs but they just flick you. Frankly, I am bored of discussing how to play nice with those assholes.”

The Prime Minister further added, “There are several foreign relations to attend to at the IPL. Especially the cheerleaders. Their booty is of grave interest, err, nationally speaking.” The PMO confirmed that the Prime Minister is scheduled to meet several IPL cheerleaders throughout the course of the forthcoming season.

The Prime Minister assured the media that his decision would not affect Indo-US relations. “In fact, they are stronger than ever. We share skin care tips over the phone. I was never this close with the earlier guy – he was just too vanilla. Besides, Barack is frank enough to tell me that he thinks our populism manifesto is a farce and I, in turn can tell him to fuck off. It’s an openness I’ve never shared with any President before.”

The White House was unavailable for comment.

So right after I posted my invective post, the boyfie sends me an email about this trip I have been eager to make for a while. He makes it impossible to stay mad at him for long.

I feel like I just kicked Ned Flanders in the butt.

I'm gonna go bury my face in the sand now.

So low on the brownie points

Who has a boyfriend who prefers to hang out with Gujju bamboo sticks than moi awesome self and refuses to help when his girlfriend desperately needs support(aka feeding her coffee addiction)?
I DO!!
He should know better than to mess with a girl who plays with guns and has a damn good aim.




But, I am too pissed off to tell him.
He'll totally get it though when I snap his neck in two in my caffeine withdrawal rage.

Philosophy or poetry?

Where do they belong?

Black. White. Male. Female. Normal. Physically disadvantaged. We love classifying everything and everyone in sight into sections – either here or there. Nowhere in between. But in an increasingly diverse world, perhaps there’s a need for us to revisit our segregations and reclassify them.

Starting with train compartments. Indian train compartments are either women’s or general (no, not men’s, women CAN travel in these. That they could be squished and molested by a leching crowd of men is a different story) with a few for vendors and the handicapped.

There was this sadhu on the platform today - saffron clothing, vermilion paste smeared on his forehead. His hair was matted and long and he carried the typical lota and staff in his hand. As he went on the platform, he was hurling invectives at one and all. Cursing because he had been pushed out of the more than crowded general compartment. No one wanted a dirty, soiled sadhu amidst their midst. As it is there was just about enough space to keep a toe, why bother with one more whole body. He kept shouting and finally climbed into the women’s compartment. It was no less packed but at least the women made way for him despite him being a male and therefore, not really allowed in the compartment.

The other passenger who got in a few minutes later was even more unwelcome. A eunuch. A transvestite dressed like a woman is a flashy sari, gajra in his, err, her hair, lipstick, rouge, kohl – the works. Once again, the Indian Railways have failed to classify where these passengers should travel. They are obviously not welcome in the men’s. But again, while they may be dressed as women they aren’t. The eunuch hurriedly got in and crossed the length of the compartment as women moved away so as not to touch him. He squatted in the corner and stared out, shunning the stares and disapproving looks.

Where do these people travel? They too are a part of our society, have been for ages. At one time, they were respected and placed on a pedestal by even our gods. Yet today, they are so despicable that they are not even worthy of designated traveling sections for them. Why should they have to suffer brickbats and ostracism when they pay an equal fare, walk the same earth, soak the same sun as us?

Isn’t it time to rethink the classes in our so called united masses?