MICA By the night

Its serene
its trippy
Quiet and intense
solitude and sense

Kind of a trip walk
kind of an air of beauty
spells of retrospect
nights of introspect

then there is familiarity
ina strange new way
then there is roxy
following every way

then there is random music
and souless travellers
some knock on the door
some peek in windows

it becomes more habitable
when less habitated
becomes more black
when less darker

becomes more cold
and comfortable
more numb
and sensible

and we dont need no grass
when your trips dancing on the lawns
while spirits say hello
it aint no one im looking for

Bimbett-isation

Guess ill have to put my general views aside for a while. Its surprising that after being so independent , reckless and on my own i succumb to stupidity in front of him. Its funny how i cant use "ANY" electronic gadget in front of him. Its as if he comes with a magentic polarisation that all gadgets go beserk in front of me when hes around!!!
Maybe its your aura? Do you command everything to go mad when youre around? I cant call a Mc Donalds delivery guy properly, forget my passwords! and cant operate antyhing else like geyser , blower , refrigirator
Funny. Its like youre crawling beneath these surroundings to switch them off while you impress me by making it work fine. I think its very very iidotic. But if i cant operate something and when you do it in a second im floored. As wierd as that
Well anyway my common sense goes for a toss when youre around. I just cant htink rational anymore. Logical to bhool jao. Thank god i dont study with you:P Like the phone is not enough.

I become a blonde sometimes. I have to find a way to swim out of this bimbeteness and piss you and me with its charming nitwitidness
il have to break this habit soon monseuir:)
so much for the gender games!

Its important to get back

Sometimes its frustrating to be at the receving end. Even more frustrating when you dont get back. Sometimes its important to show , just once in a while , how deep you can hurt. Sometimes for those who take things for granted , need to be shown what a sensible mind can do. Sometimes its not the twisty word you know. Not the things people write behind in front and around everyone. Its the hypocrisy to behave like a king and expect respect when you slayed the royalty with deceit.Of course not everyone has the balls to face. Sometimes it makes me laugh. Its so funny.

Sometime its hurts them we dont care. It hurts them it dont affect.It kills them to know it doesnt affect anymore. It kills them more that we dont get back to kill them back , You know.

It is not tough to be composed. Its easy to sling. Anonymous. Open faced . Whatever. At the end of the day its a Karma which each of us maintain unconsciously. It could be in uncosncious ways. You know everyone teaches a lesson. subtly. indirectly. Can we live with that?

I always find it funny. Its a lovely experiment. To watch them in cages. To watch unfoldings. Sometimes blindness comes with twisted vision. Its easier to be dirty dark. Difficult to be so twisted. So filthy. There's a difference in dirty and filthy.mind it rajnikanth style:P

I am proud of every move of mine. Im not afraid to take stand in front of the whole world.I have made mistakes all right. But cut the crap dudes! Its maaf to make mistakes and accept it. Its egoistic to not accept. Its dirty to hide it. Its filthy to do it anonymous.

i guess some have to "get a life ":)
and meanwhile im enjoing the show!!

Purple Blood

Dynamic encroachments
Pensive strategies
Scheming plans
Elegant blood stains.

Symphony of stings
Pieces of melodious composition
Choking on promises and deeds
Fenced by silent barbed wires.

Sins justified with high intent
Vices wrapped in duties
Purple flags never fading
The cloths blood stained
While the staff is rusting.

The color seems darker than before
Richer and bloodier too
Washing their sins with more sins
Hell too is convinced.

Sheela Ki jawani

Sheela is hot. Her jawani is pouting. her moves are scinitillating. And You'd like to know what shes thinking????
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She is thinking " why Am i Paid less than the actors?"
"Why the fuck should they drool 24 Hours?"
"Why an Item Number should liberate men woowwwwwww"
"Why I am treated like a blonde? Oh wait im beautiful I better behave that way?"
"Why they cant do without me "
"Maybe they can use wax Models?"

"Management Schools want to do something re - productive maybe? Analyse my Brand Or watch me dance"
Forget harvard Case reviews they'd rather reviews this. Not surprising.

Hmmm
BALLS to all the Men who drool on Item Numbers in the twisted way.
Maybe your mothers did that to have you today?
maybe your sisters and wives too shall do the same
for the double faced homo sapient(men + women ) go f%%% your self again

Tarot and Me...

Its taken me a while to make me kinda write about my Tarot experiences. It all started when my Boyfriend gifted it to me. a Swanky new Tarot Box! And i was like voila he read my dark innocent mind....Sometimes its funny about how antagonisms exist so much that it doesnt feel true and yet again truth is always stranger than fiction..so you do end up believing it , shunning it and then accepting it. Now this explanation was for the use of Dark and innocence together.

Well Anyway years ago he gifted it to me and slowly i began exploring it. In the beginning i never believed the layers of Coincidence. Everytime i read someones spread they would relate to it totally. I was not shocked. I was like coincidence. Thats all. You Know the way horoscopes are layered in such twisty words that if you replace content you can still beleive its your own horoscope. But tthat didnt seem to be the case with the Cards. everytime i read it seemed to give a Pin Point analysis of them. I wasnt boozambled. Still. Sometimes the only reason i think im capable of doing this art is because im not Judgemental.I dont question , taunt , analyse its beauty. Its like you breathe in your territory and me in mine. Its worked or us till Now.

I think i Have read around 20 People till Now. Their questions on various things like relationships , careers , destiny etc etc. And the tarot has answered them silently, Dilligently. Truly. And they have all agreed when i would reveal what the cards said. ranging from their Past to their nature to their future Goals to their Families Reactions to their Dark sides and their secret hopes. I never did anything Frankly. I just read what they themselves Picked. I believe its all predestined that they would have picked Those cards no matter what. And i was destined to Read it. I think the spread has shocked everyone Crazily. Revealing deep secrets.

But theres something else i want to talk about here. From My perspective.
Its been Trying.It always draws me in another dimension. You know being a channel is trying. Not difficult.Enjoyably Alluringly Repulsively Emotional.:P So much So

When i read them i dont Judge. I tell them simply what they Picked. But what i feel is a bigger challenge is to synchronise my magnets into their Life and Destinies. I have read dark People with attacking Auras. Silent Lambs with even More dangerous Intentions. Unsuspecting Devils with Hearts of Gold.

The Biggest challenge I thought would be to forget what I revealed. When i began i though what if i remember what i told them and keep judging them forever? But that didnt Happen. I forget. I forget. Questions and Answers after they are told. But the brunt of that i face. In wierd Ways. Sometimes I cant get up. Sometimes i sigh way too Much. Sometimes it stirs Broken Chords. Sometimes it hurls allegory and Karma at me. The thought of filling some Gap bewildered me all the While. But again I presumed if i could help someone Why Not.

And i realised. It helped me More than others. Reading others made me include my soul with other processes. i can and was a part of their complete Destiny Chain , Thought Process and even karma.

And it freaked me out again. But what the Heck. I can still do it. I remember Reading someone very very tough and it took me lullabies to get back to me. Thanks to him.I told her about it and she said " Obviously! "

I love this thing i Read. I cherish it like Shit. I shall someday talk more about it.

Hungover'd Creativity

They say creativity comes when you let go.It "Dawns" when you give a F&^%. It unravels when you are clogged. Sometimes i agree. Its only when you are completely stressed that you realise what your real priorities are.
Why pushing on the edge works is primarily because of This.And then there are a few who wont experiment. Then there are few who dont need to :P ( If You say so )
Creativity is not Art i feel. Its a state of Mind. Its the priority in a Cache. Its the saffron in the Taste. Kinda implicit. Kinda Behind the Shadows. Having it will take you to places you never wanted to go. But then again if you concentrate on the Journey you could have all the fun:)
The Day we stop measuring outcomes and outputs of decisions choices and scenarios we shall cease to be imperfect:P
My Neice once said " I need crayons and chocolate "!
makes me wanna chew a bit on the fact that is creativity an excuse to let go? or is it Just a Need Based delivery Model? Is it opening up New Doors? Is it exploring inner own rooms? Is it sometimes programmed only to offer you change and immerse you in a chain of oceanic events?
I know its not natural. I know it cant Be tries. Steps to dementia collide;when its sought to be tried:)

Its a karma All Right

It Aint my Karma
if i dont find enemies like me
It Aint my Karma
if Judgement is meant to be

It Aint my Karma
if enemies are blessed to be
It Aint my Karma
that my Man is the best to be

Sometimes freedom hurts
sometime solitude is a Joy Burst
sometimes dark inhibitions sought
sonetimes dreams are meant to be thought

sometimes i feel we decide
what we dream what we find
many times our pleasure is pre decide
sometimes its meant to be righ

i dont know what i say
im old monked on a wierd way
i thank him sometimes for being him
i thank me sometime for being me

sometimes i wanna say
not talking about love
is a measure of a way
of telling how secure you are'of telling how lucky you are

sometimes i wanna say
thank you in indefinite ways
sometimes i wanna pave a way
for a woman on her own way

i dont need no one this way
i shall walk a warriors fate
i am in love with a king
and have a some warriors to be free with

Its all in the Karma i feel
Its all in the past brewed
Its all like a programmed feed
its all like a trippy lead

im happy for the way i are
im happy for the friends i have
though distances seem to crop and go
i know i and they can count galore

A poem for my thoughts today
a Thought for the prose i feign
A Touch for the wierd
A message for the azure few

Melanchony Nights..

Oh trees of dusked ambitions

on roots of yesterdays truimphs

Calm under the lunar influence

As the sun sets back to the past.

A new today of night nature

Tiptoes out from the glaring days

Sands too heave aside

Brewing troubles from the daily pot.

Oh magic bliss of the dark

Senses of all rest on your lap

Oh lady of tranquil charm

Induce your poise in tired minds.

Oh messenger of dreamy sights

Oh lord of quiet silence

Bless upon these tried souls of the sun

With power panache and all your elegance.

Alas

Should I smile? Should I whine?

At soft maladies or brutal signs

Pieces of intention scattered around

Slant remarks of dirty grime.

 

Questions strike the young

Beautiful and sometimes bold.

Fingers pointed by the crowds

Only demean them more.

 

Deceit becomes ubiquitous

While beauty remains puny.

Alas this cowardly world

Afraid to be on terms of its own/

 

 

Why Abuses tell you more about your city than the culture!!! Part2-delhi

Now as we continue our series further into different cities we  pitstop at Delhi or the NCR Region. Our Country's shining Capital ( Np Pun et all! ). Now Delhi has amazing roads and space. People have a lifestyle  of elegance , glamour , lifestyles and show off:P

delhi has its own charm in its indian ethnic road style of chunky jewelry , handicrafts and higher end shopping and services. Flanked by embassies parties and all those government entities it has regained a status of valour and magnificence.

Before i get more Preachy let us see what the abuses are:P

“abeyy andhaa hai kya saaale .... marne ke liye meri gaadi hi mili hai ..”---Are You Blind Brother In law?(remember the red chilly) did you have to find my vehicle for your filthy death?

"Behen***" bahar aa salle"--Sister Fucker come outside Brother in law ( Now thats irony! )
"ya nachne ki ye hi jagah mili hai”----Why the hell are you dancing in fornt of my car?

A lots of FIGHTS mostly PHYSICAL if you choose to involve yourself.

Lots of ABUSES , Road RACES to pin the overtaker down even if it means going out  of your way! Nautanki unlimited:P(A charming similie to being a street smart rascal )

High road rage

Honking game


Middle fingers and hindi abuses relating to motherfucker sisterfucker , figuratevly….

Thw in of the STRONGER ( aka not mind not soul its the BODY )

Unless you are a bouncer stay away from fights:P ( A joke! )

A very high instance of INVITATION to be a MAN and come out and fight.

Women Drivers ASSUMED TO DRIVE SO. No Physical fights here. A few humming abuses and some undoubted stares that go longer in the pretext of anger.

Involvement with the Police will only mean shelling out money to them , getting wounded and hearing the traffic honks ( pretty much a same picture across all metros)

Dilwalloh Ki Delhi is a place of jugaad like any other metro , but here everyones daddy makes more difference than in other metros. A lavish lifestyle and open spaces and a conservative mind with women the city slaps power onto your face. Unsafe if you are not in your group.Travelling alone with some weapon will do:P

Amazing eat outs and hangouts adds to lifetsyle quotient of Delhies and yes Not THAT skyrocketing estates gives an option to live king size.

Delhi that would be:P

Why Abuses tell you more about your city than the culture!!!

While we drive walk and stumble upon different cities w epick fights. Obviosuly. Now what does the fight nature tell you? EVERYTHING.

This is a new series which il start and tell you exactly HOW Cities VARY just by analysing abuses:P

Lets Start With Mumbai.

Mumbai is a city bound by time. You can buy sex , parenthood , respect , fame , kins , pride...but you cant buy time here.In this series well analyse the various abuses that shall sneak peek to us the Mumbaikars perception to the world ( excuse me they dont care:P)

Following are  few examples of Abuses along with instances and figurative english Translations( Mind you half the magic of the abuse is locked in the tone and the accent. Unfortunately translating it in English only boils it down to figurative meanings! But what the heck.Take it with a pinch of red chilly if you have never had one:P)

General scenario

“dikhta nahi hai kya, bhenchod'-----You cant see> You sisterfucker.

"dekh ke chal na"-----------------------Why cant you watch and walk?

“saale pee ke aya hai kya”----------Are you drunk brother in law( remember the red chilly)


“Aee Lavde dun kya”-------------------"A piece of dick shall i hit you?"

“Ek kaan ke neeche milega na mc ko”--One tight slap under your ear you motherfucker.

"andha hai kya"---------------------------Are you blind?

"Aicha Gho maajhi gaadi milalich hothi kaa?"--You Motherfucker Did you have to find my Car only?

All this Happens If they Have TIME. If not Just a few middle fingers and hand signs to speed to setination

A lot of bikers would not even mind riding on the footpath to get out of the traffic jam.

So Mumbai Tells us

-Its constraint about Time

-Its animal  instinct + luck

-Its constraint about spae.

-Being on the run or being squished.

-High competitiveness.

-Its not survival of the fittest only the SMARTEST

-Youll remain the same if you dont go out of your way.

-Rich or poor no one gives a fuck.Dont waste each others time!

-Respect to stand in line.

-Many will not fight! I can Freaking buy a new car. Big Deal.

Boss we are all connected.If not me someone will knock you down.fUk u

There! That was Mumbai.

Comment for further inferences.

Delhi is NEXT!

Little Miss Scream

She screams when she wants her lollipop

she cries when she feels afar

from her mom from her pod

and sometimes when dads not around.

She screeches when mum wont buy

candy floss and the latest barbie toy

designer dress strawbeery toothpaste

colored beads piked from fashion tastes.

She cant be seen without her night cream

or without her boots and minis

she cant be seen eating wafers

and neither can she work hard on a school paper

how LS can that be

shell be seen as she tried to study

books are for the geeks

failures become potential models like species.

Shes two steps away from sunshine

one step towards green rooms

shes blinking her fake eyelashes

sinking in protien carbules.


Shes not the onw whol wait for a date

not the one wholl listen to her mate

mum dad grow up give me my money

i have found my true honey.

shell carry a gun if she does not get

fame glamour and some elegance

shell attack and kill when she has to

now shes nine shell ungrow when she wants to...

Scream scream

till you get what u dream

slurp that cream

crush others scream

scream scream little girl scream scream

Mount Abu...the mystic sun for a travellers short one

Travelling from Ahmedabad to Mt abu for 4 Hours was not exactly tiring. Terrains change evolutes and blended at regular intervals. Arid lands , dusty winds accompanied along with us while various towns , fields , industries grew and died from our sights.We crossed the states as our networks jammed we realised hola. Travelling in a Qualis with friends lesser and better known the trip commenced with the nights being smoothened by the chill. We reached the Nakki lake at 5 AM in the morning wondering what to do next. Travelling while a student readies you for economical Travel! We roamed around the lake awake fresh with anticipation and awaiting surprise. Now Now expecting they say is like a wife. When arranged for it seems less appealing. When in sudden a queen! We were wondering “ Ok”.

Abdullah our driver , a self proclaimed “ Mister I know all “ smoothened our drive to the sunrise Point. We yawned made faces and whimpered still half from our sleeps wondering where to pee. Abdullah asked us to move our arses and climb around 200 Steps up. And we abused him silently. Yet again that’s what we came for. While our bodies warmed during the climb upstairs to a Mata Temple we passed through caves and shacks empty and cold. A spiral set of stairs lead us to the Top where we waited below a lovely Bell for the Sun to rise.

Open valleys on the Back and lovely landscapes in the front greeted us amidst the night wind.Slowly orange hues appeared above a terrain of clouds enlightening the night in a few shades brighter. Out of nowhere we saw orange mix with red as the rays emerged like gleams of shining rubies behind the clouds on a open horizon. We enjoyed watching the melange of lights play in action. Slowly while we gonged the temple bells the sun rose amidst all grandeur slowly steadily it grew into a big ball of fire while we stood over the hills watching the new found terrain lighted by our very own vain sun. After taking pictures and videos and posing like New Greek gods bathing in the sun we climbed down back to our car again wondering where to pee after this wonderful moment of sun lit bliss! We got loaded into our Qualis while we went over to Sulabh Shouchalay. Quite Neat i Must say Near Nakki Lake.

Nakki Lake is a lake of a Km Diameter housing some old boats. Surrounded by a Garden hat has the typical points , props and seats we had fun clicking pictures here and there. As per a legend the fingernails of a sage, Balam Rasia, drew the Nakki Lake. The Nails or the nakk explain the name of the Lake as Nakki. The sage fell in love for the daughter of the then King of Abu. The stepmother of the princess turned the love story into a tragedy. Today there is a temple of the Kunwari Kanya, dedicated to the princess and a statue of her lover alongside. The lake had a Market along side housing various rajasthani textiles , silver jewlery and Mojirees. Authentic to the Place the jewellery was a good bet. Rest were price hiked for the Tourists. We then had a scrumptious Breakfast at a place with aloo parathas , sandwiches , Poha Chai and Juice. Vey filling and Tasty. The various restraints were wooing us to get in with various tactics. Like a kawali competition going on! On the way to The jain Tempels of Dilwara we stopped midway for the Shiva Temple- Brahmakhadd temple.There are statues of Goddess parvati and Nandi outside the temple. In the temple you may worship the sacred pit that is believed to have been created, by the Lord Shiva's foot. It was said that all wishes come true to those who come there. Various Deities , idols carried on from many years found us there in the temple. Post Breakfast we drove down to Jain temples of Dilwara. The temple has been built for the Jain Tirthankaras .Around an Hour of Travel took us there while the sun beat down on us. The same sun we saw grow now beamed powerfully while we undid our sweatshirts. At Dilwara temple we had a long line and wait before we could get in. It was necessary to leave all our camers Phones and any other digital device with them for a rupee. A glaring sign of “ Ladies in their cycles may not enter and if they do they might suffer” shone out on us while we grappled at this open declaration which used to be a belief. Well so for progression. While beleiefs are still vital for each religion we respected them. The Dilwara Jain temples have often been compared to the Taj Mahal for their sheer elegance and beauty in marble. The temples date back to the 11th and the 13th century. Comprising of 5 temples namely, Vimal Vasahi, Lun Vasahi, Shri Risha Lhdeo, Shri Parshvanath and Shri Mahavir Swami temple.The architectural beauty of the temples lies in the fact that the marble was carried all the way from Makrana. The marble from Makrana is renowned for being of an exceptionally good quality. The Craftsmen were exceptional workmen with sheer dedication and diligence. They manually transformed this Marble into sculptures depicting varius idols in various dancing positions. They worked on insightful designes in the various 12 Masts that were enthroned above. While the lot of 60 looked up to look at this sheer beauty our guide explained to us how these were carried out with great passion all those years ago. Explanations and stories were given for each Temple Mast. The guides exchanged places explaining us the “Main” God and the “Main Shrine” as they put ip. We were then shown an 800 kg Gold made idol of their first Guru.

The guides also told us the story of how the Craftsmen made the fifth temple off their own free time and hardwork as a dedication to the Gods they worshipped. We left the Temple in around 45 Minutes Back to the Lake. Here we did Horse Riding and some random trekking around. We went this place called HoneyMoon point. We found Monkeys instead of Couples! But again in the scorching 3 o Clock Sun it was fun sitting on the top of the cliffs while we could see the city spread down across for us. Neatly Built and made with spiral stairs and titbits being sold we sauntered their for a while . Now completing around 10 Hors in Mount Abu we decided to head for Lunch on our way Back. We lunched Punjabi food before we head back for our long journey Back to Campus at Ahmedaabd. Overall a small 10 Hour trip would suffice to cover Mt Abu until of course youd like to do a thesis on every temple in Mt abu! Temples , Lake , aquarium , Markets and a few points would cover the story in all. An amazing journey. Short Sweet Packed!

Vishala Katta

Management and the Adams Apple

They say its strategy.Its IQ.its Research.Its competitiveness.They say decisions are for the quick witted. They say its about being there First. And all that hooplah hung around like an albatross around paradigms of strategy.

Layered nonsense seems to be leading to an increase in customer base and blah blah.

id like to tell you now how managment is NOTHING but TIME Management.Its about Timing and Intention.Thats all.

What is Timing?

Timing:If your wife has a headache on the bed and you want to make love or simpler still engage in a process called "Sex" tell her you have a headache too. Thank god. And sleep. Continue the process.for a few days.Before being Pinned down.

Timing:Rummage sale is on. Hide your one piece in a corner.Theyl be many. Of course it wont stay there. Go back after a few days when the discounts are higher. After a string of musical chairs youl eventually find something in that hideout which you will exchange with someone when you are waiting to get billed.

Whats the lesson?

Its no sin.Its the timing of your action That determines the sin.


The husband did no sin. And the rummage sale was a breeding ground for hellishness.

This is how management is.

The apple isnt the sin. Eve wasnt to blame neither was admas. They should have stolen the apple. Chloroformed God and had a bite. And then leave a piece in gods hand and smile.

Its not as if he wouldnt know. theers something called DENY and IGNORE.

Now that adam and eve have perceived their so called conquest their sin dilutes you see. Thats how managmeent game plans happen.

Well after that acerbic apple dont go around cribbing to the snake:) Hold on for the timing.

NEXT :well see Intention in the next article:)

Y ajab prem ki Gajab Kahani worked?

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Sorry godof piracy:P

Baba baba dhongi baba

serenading gentle angels sagas

with lust and spirit divine

while shame shies in thy twine

not all of you are sane

not all of you are so insane

not all of you are divine

smoking on ganjas nights

why do rape young gils

why do you take the cover of releigion

why are you so dhongi

animal animal filthy

a blot on hindus galore

while you teach shit ahore

may you rot in hell

and your beliefs burn in hell

Is Tarot for Real?

I have always wondered is Tarot for Real? I find it funny whne i read the way things unfurl. Sometimes they are all destined. Its crazy. I have seen querents go beserk including me. I have been surprised myself at how so much informatins is available at the lay of cards. Intricate details. Abd the funniest part it every time i disbeileve it and my readinsfgsem damn accurate i believe again. Now i believe it blindly lest i analyse it i might loose it.

There iss o much to life like a pack o cards. But i believe esp after taor that we are all destined. We urselves have chosed it before our kama began. But its programmed for sure.

 new fiund belief.

Now i look forwrad to read more tarot as i unravel myself along with th e others. Amazing

Sex , Lust , fantasy and the miniscule Indian mind.

If the title is not self explanatory you may pack your bags and go back to lalaland:P Now neha dhupia must have said it just for the publiicity she manages to grab. And hundred others have talked about sex lust blah blah blah blah.

Indan mind is like an open box of choclates on the road. Everyone wants to bite and everyone will think" ooh is he looking how many i have took??". And then when you enjoy the chocalte you tell yoursef"Is this a sin??" and then you pat yourself" We are the land of kama sutra" ( which you would have seen in some italian documentary which is sometimes before a yash raj film ) and then you say " il read the scriptures someday. That freakin baba ismaking millions form what my grnadmom taught me" and then youll forget about it cause "Slumdog milionaire " was decent nd ur busy woneing how it won the oscar??

Hmm so much for the miniscule yet deviating indian mind? Now mind you miniscule is not derogatory..It just mean stuborneddness to believ something else. Mind you Indians are an intelligent and a socially sharp tribe. A melange of all the perfect thngs added with a tinge of " I wont let you rise me till i get smething in return" that has managed to complicate the entire species if i may call it.

Ok coming back to SEX! how taboo is it? its easier to talk about nazi holocaust camps in a family watching tv than talk about a condom. Indians shy away from talking anything related to SEX.Mind the Capslock:)

Lust fantasy is just another feeling like greed passion. No one in this world has a right to categorise hem into any category. Now a lustful man could as well  einvolved in varoius socially reposnsible activities. Something an Indian mind will never accept totally. Again the Indian hat i am i shal reclarify.:) ( Read habit no 2 ) im talking about vast majority of indians irrespective of their education. ducations is a bookish degree. How else can you explain how an IIT IIM Grad will ask for a 10 crore dowry without batting an eyelid and how the girls father shall be gleefully waiting for an opportunity like that??? Excuse me!!

Well we are like that.Well crib and cry at different things but will still cater to the blind rule lest the fury of god reign upon us! What about the fur of kama sutra?

Now coming back to sex before you start complaining about my so called deviation;Indians like any other species love having sex. Mkaing it a taboo seems to arouse their curosity more. Somewhere down the line in our history sex became a matter of shame and disgust. A process only for childbirth. and somewhere marriage and sex became related. So form then sex was hush silent shhh behind curtains in hidden corridiors ; hiding from the wrath of god.....now if it was something sinful why on earth would that be the only way for child birth???

India is the land of unspoken words. inhibited emotions and neglected feelings. we push unexplaianable things down the carpet and out iton gods responsibility to bail out. we do not acknowledge our own feelings with an open mind forget others.we stick by rules of havng children in 2 yaers of marriage ( else people will think of impotency! ) putting them in betss chools sending them to camps, fussing on their report cards, making them enginners doctors mba's.

Are these their own dreams or their childrens? Do frustrations of a closed system reflect on daily decisions?

there are many issues to be adressed to. Sex is minisicule. A tip on the iceberg.

lets get rid of satu devadasi caste untouchablity female infantiscide red tape babugiri nd then lets have sex:)