I cant write anymore. With each passing second I become less capable of thinking coherently and losing the clarity of my mind and all without doing any kind of drugs. One of the many self-diagnosis is information overload. That is supposed to make me a better, wiser person but I don’t see that I’ve become better. I am concerned, apparently, but I only take a pee when I feel that it will go off in may pants anytime. I am into a paradox like a Ferris wheel. I hate it but I am loving it as well. What the fuck is this? I feel old as if nothing would amuse me; as if I expect anything and everything. Even the things I don’t know do not make me curious and sometimes the shittiest of gossip is like the best thing in life. I am not crying while I write and neither I am a loser who is compelled to say such things to make himself feel better. Its not self-pity either. Inertia fits the description maybe. I am OK and not OK with everything at the same time. I don’t see any meaning in pursuit of happiness rather I feel happiness should come to me if that is necessary at all. Maybe I should sleep but I am already overdoing it. I should do something creative or be helpful to others but I think I have lost a substantial chunk of my IQ. Fuck me, I have become the laziest person on earth. I don’t even end my sentences with fullst
Yani k bhenchod masla kia hai sari dunya k sath? Pehle to madar chod apnay shashkon k liye science ki maa chod k insaniyat ki khidmet k naam pe capitalist economy ko ungli ki aur ab jab luxuries have become necessities to usko tahaffuz dene k liye humanity ki maa mar k individualism ko pankha ho raha hai. Achay bhalay sharif log ganduo ki tarah zindagi guzarnay k bhanwar mein phanstay ja raha hain! Pait, property aur paida shuda bachon k naam pe insaaniat self-respect, morality, ikhlaaqiat aur humanity jese alfaaz se katra k chalnay lag gai hai! Aur koi baat fact ho na ho lekin maut behrhaal aik fact hai. Lekin majaal hai koi is daurr mein aahista honay ya rukh badalnay ka sochay bhi. Dair se rokay huay pishaab ki dhaar ki tarah sab hansi khushi bahay ja rahay hain. Ma’shray ki har satah pe maujood log pehle daman bachatay thay, phir behis ho gaye, phir be-reham aur akhir kaar zalim aur be-sharam ho gaye. Halaat aur zamanay ko gaalian de de in ki zubaan nahi thakti. meri bhi nahi thakti. mein bhi gandu hoon kyun k mein bhi is ma’ahsray k chota sa he sahi lekin juzv to hoon! mein is payn yakki se izhar e la-ta’alluqi bhi kar doon to na mujh pe koi haqeeqtan koi farq paray ga aur na he logon pe! insaano aur janwaron mein is din ba din ghat-tay farq ko dekhta hoon aur phir apnay panjay aur nikalti dum dekh kar khamosh ho jata hoon! LCDs aur LEDs ki rohsni ne aankhein band kar di hain! ya to mujh mein inhein phir se khonlay ki himmat aa jaye ya phir ye hamesha k liye band he ho jaen! mein taqatwar ho k apnay se kam taqatwaron ki bund nahi marna chahta. mein kamzor reh k apnay se taqatwaron ki bund marnay ki koshish nahi karna chahta. mein kameena nahi ban-na chahta lekin mein ban raha hoon. fitay mu hai mere! bhenchod sab pata bhi hai phir bhi hum rotay hain! fitay mu hamaray doghlay pan k! fitay mu!
Aj is nafsa nafsi de alam vich mein tamam bund maraan valeyaan nu thallay likhi gai saari gallaan kehna chanda vaan:
Mein lun v nai marda oos paynchod nu jidyan akhaan haun par onuu nazar na aavay!
Mein lun v nai maarda moqa parast lokaan nu!
Mein lun v nai marda mazhab de naa tay gumhray karan waleyna nu teh nafrat da zehr palan valeyan nu!
Mein lun v nai marda lokan de sochun uttay te kuj na karan te!
Mein lun v nahi marda lun maran tay!
Mein lun v nai marda 4 kitaaban parh k lokaan di bund vich ilm de khanjar ghopan waleyan nu!
Mein lun v nai marda superpower mentality tay!
Mein lun v nai marda taqatwar nu vekh k koday hon waleyan nu!
Mein lun v nai marda oonu jinnu apnay tatteyan te yaqeen nahi!
Mein lun v nai marda zabaan, lun te khwahishat de ghulama nu!
Mein lun v nai marda unna noo jerhe janwaran jiddi laur rakhday nay tay apnay ap nu insaan aakhday ne!
Mein lun v nai marda sirf TV waikhan aleyan nu!
Mein lun v nai marda bandooq phar k apnay ap nu bahadur samjhan aleyan nu!
Mein lun v nai marda onna sareya paynchodan nu jinhan ne aj dunya ich agg lai hoi aye te lokan nu phuddu laya hoya aye, te jerhe phuddu lawaan te khush ne tay jerhe apna marna pullh gaye nay!
Tay sab to ziada mein lun v nai marda apnay ap nu kyun k haddi tutt sakdi aye!
Dhoop ab nihayat sust row ho chuki thi. Khaiton mein hull chalnay ki waja se pani k intezar mein bore hotay matti k dhelon mein se koi aik kuch dair baad lurhak jata. Darakht k neeche bandha bayl apni thakwat se thak kar ab kan-akhion se khaiton se paray baaray ki janib dekh raha tha. Aj subah jab wo baaray se nikal raha tha to us ki pasandeeda bhains zachgi k akhri marahil mein thi aur us ne is k dekhne par muskaranay ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Sooraj k doobnay se kuch dair qabal kisaan ka beta josh, hairat aur mayoosi se baray mein se nikla jisay dekh k bayl ne andaza lagaya k baaray k bhoosay se dhakay farsh pe aik adad taaza bachra uthnay ki koshish kar raha ho ga. Usne hisaab lagaya k usay ziada khushi nahi hui. Darakht pe bethi chirya rafa e hajat k liye ghonslay se bahar aai aur apni beet gira di jis ko bayl ne nihayat sabar se apni ankhon k darmiyan saha aur baylon ki tarah jugali shuru kar di. Parda girnay se pehle na to soorj dooba tha aur na he parinday gharon ki taraf wapis aye thay. Jesa tha wesa he raha!
Lakshmipathi ji Kalpakkam se 119 number bus mein bethe khamoshi se bahar tezi se guzartay manzar ko daikh rahay thay aur Chennai jald pohonchnay se bezaar ho chukay thay. Unhein apni zindagi pe fakhar nahi to kam az kam sharmindagi bhi nahi thi. Sarkari mulazmat se bhalay unhein aik shandaar tarz e zindagi nahi mila tha magar mulk k liye apnay hissay ka qatra dalnay pe behrhaal itmenan zaroor tha. Chennai mein bus adday pe unka dost un k lene k lye aya hua tha. Rasmi alaik salaik k baad wo gari mein bethe aur un k dost ne gaari anna salai ki taraf mor li. Apollo cancer hospital ki parking mein kharay un se kafi dair gari se nikla nahi gaya.
“mera khayal tha mein boorha ho kar maroon ga magar ye kambakht multiple myeloma esa dost hai k jaan nahi choot rahi. mujhe Semmozhi Poonga le chal. mein talaab mein mera intezar karti batkho ko alwida he keh loon. aur shaam ko roshnio ka naach dekh kar mein wapis chala jaoon ga.”
Ghalib ki aik nayab ghazal manzar e aam pe aai hai jo ghaliban apnay asloob aur bazahir na munasib alfaz k chunao ki waja se adbi halqon mein tanqeed ki nazar ho jaye. Ghaleez guftugu ne awaam mein ghalib ki barhti hui pazeerai ko dekhte huay ye ghatia kaam apnay sarr lene ka faisla kia hai aur jald he ap logon k jinsi aur bayghairat jazbaat ki taskeen ka intezam kar dia jae ga! Is doraan lazzat e gham ko do aatsha karnay k liye lamha bhar ka tawaqquf kijiye aur apnay tasaswwur mein fata fat muth laga lein.
Mulk mein barhtay huay siasi shaoor se yaad aya k “musallion ki aakar” ki misaalein di jati hain. Agar mein Hassan Nisar ki tarha bad-tameez hota to yaqeenan kehta k ye sab siasi partian aur un k supporter ullo k pathay hain magar choon kay mein us se ziada baseerat rakhta hoon is liye mein kehna chahoon ga k baray he bhenchod hai wo log jo aik aisay banday pe jis se kabhi milay na hon aur zati taur pe jantay na hon, ankhein band kar k yaqeen kartay hain aur phir ganduon ki tarah sari zindagi uss pe array rehtay hain! Baadi un nazar mein kisi k baaray mein achi ya buri raye qaim karna aik alag baat hai aur uska har mumkin moqay pe ese difaa karna jese us ne unki behen ko talaaq na dend ka faisla in k bayaan ko daikh kar karna hai!
Hamaray haan har tarah ka supporter paya jata hai. yahan shaed kuch ehle dil taqaza karein k ap lafz voter kyun istemaal nahi kar rahay to un k liye aik share arz hai:
maa chudaen ehle dil
maa chudaen ehel dil
k baad arz hai k supporter baatein chodtay hain, rapist hain wo. mein chahta hoon k aj ki is ghazal k baad payn yakkian band ki jaen, altaf hussain paynchod ko maar maar k laal kar dia jaye, naujawan voters ko samjhaya jaye is mulk mein 8 crore voter hain na k sirf friends and family, eent ka jawab pathar se nahi dena chahye albatta kuch maqamat pe payn yeh deni chahye, amoor e mumlikat ki samajh kam az kam apnay ap ko parha likha samajhnay walon ko zaroor honi chahye, khali farmaishein karna zindagi ka maqsad nahi hota kyun k jab asal zimmedari aye na to bund phat jati hai, agar ap wazir e azam hotay to mera lun, doosray mulk apnay mafadaat ki khaatir ap ki bund martay hain to wo apnay lihaz se sahi hain aur ap mein bhi itnay tattay honay chahyein k ap bhi kisi k saath ye kar sakein, shikway aur rona khusray aur khassi log kartay hain, 40 saal se ziada umer k afraad ko apnay bachon aur ma-ashray ko system k lihaz se harmazadgian sikhana band karni chahyen takay agli generation in k behooda lifestyle se mmutassir honay se bach sakay!
maa chudaye ghazal bhenchodo, ghazal sun-ne atay ho yahan! madar chod! sanjeedgi ki maa ko to lun he de dia hai is qaum ne. jao paynchodo, mehnat karo!
PS: Lun pe charho prize k haqdaar hain: manmohan singh, altaf hussain aur veena malik!
Aik thi razia. Ghalti se wo ghundo mein phass gai. Ghunday to gandoo thay he lekin saath he mein aik hindustani bhi tha jo bohat harami tha. Us bhenchod ko ungal karnay ki bohat aadat thi. Ab jab kay ghundo ne already razia ko ungal ki hui thi is becharay se raha na jata. Majbooran us ne apnay ap ko unglein shuru kar dein. Poora bharat rape rape k naaro se goonj utha lekin phir bhi us dallay ki subah subah uth kar Pakistani akhbar parhnay ki aadat na gai!
Doosri taraf ghunday bhi lull bateir he thay. Unko unkay papa ne ghunda gardi k liye bhej to dia tha magar tafseel nahi batai. Wo razia ko ghair k kharay rehtay k ab kia karna hai aur aksar razia ko khud he batana parta k chutio, ye karo. Mar mar k jab position rape k intehai darjay pe pohonch gai to aik ghunday ne zor se razia ki shalwar khainchi. Shalwar k phat-tay he ghundo ki bhi phat gai aur razia ka lun daikh kar hindustani bhi khud se he ulta lait gaya!
“The dirty habit of meddling in internal affairs of other countries have made us paranoid. We create unrest, mould public opinions, destroy infrastructure and steal secrets for actually nothing; just to quench the thirst of being an enemy, making lives of many people miserable. We are going nowhere with it. We are fucked; Most of us!” – Robert Cartwright, ex-MI5 case officer
The monkey was rigorously scratching its balls. It was a fighting monkey with large, well-built forearms and a wide chest. Sitting on the branch of a high tree, his eyes had acquired the scrutinizing look as a permanent facial feature. He came here everyday and scratched his balls occasionally while licking (and not eating) a banana. Today he had eaten the banana already and was on the other activity till he bled and tears came in his eyes. Last night when he returned to his sleeping place he saw a feeble-looking monkey making faces at him. He sat there watching him. In another parallel reality he went up to the other monkey and broke his neck. There was no word uttered in either of the realities. Thus the Copenhagen interpretation.
People called him dick. The origin of this pseudonym was unknown to even himself. All he could tell was that his actual name started with the alphabet D. He had a special interest in monkeys, especially the gorillas. There were rumors that he had fucked one once. The opponents contested that it was vice versa. There never was explanation and the matter remained shrouded in mystery as nobody dared ask dick about it, considering he was called dick. Thus the theory of evolution.
The following is a picture of Kaley Cuoco!
On 12 May 1975, the USS Mayaguez, an American-owned freighter, was boarded and
seized by Cambodian forces while in international waters off the coast of Cambodia. The
next day, the ship was taken to Koh Tang Island while the ship’s crew was taken to another island for interrogation. The operation to take back the ship and rescue the crew highlights what can happen if reaction time is short, force selection is ad hoc, previous joint training is not done, and mission rehearsal cannot occur in the time available. The plan called for 11 Air Force helicopters (six HH-53 Air Rescue Service and five
CH-53 special operations helicopters) to support Marines in an assault on Koh Tang Island
and to board and retake the Mayaguez itself. It was assumed that the ship’s crew was
being held on Koh Tang Island and the rescue force was told to expect only a handful of
lightly armed Khmer Rouge soldiers. The operation began on the morning of 15 May 1975. Retaking the Mayaguez went smoothly. The operation at Koh Tang Island, however, soon deteriorated into what one helicopter pilot described as “absolute and utter chaos.” As it turned out, there were about 300 Khmer Rouge dug in on the island with heavy weaponry. By the time the first assault was completed, all but one of the original assault helicopters had been destroyed or damaged. Ironically, about three hours into the first assault, the Cambodians gave the entire crew of the Mayaguez back to forces from the USS Holt; the original problem had been solved. The Marines on Koh Tang Island, however, had to be reinforced and then extracted. These operations lasted through the night. In the end, US casualties were 15 killed in action, three missing in action, and about 49 wounded in action.
Long time ago there was a stupid donkey who lived freely in a jungle. One fine Sunday, while savoring from different flavors of grass, he found a matchbox full of matches probably dropped by some human campers. Lighting and dropping them playfully around he saw the campers after the jungle had been burnt to ashes.
Moment of Dirt:
After confronting Bill privately about Monica, Hillary told reporters in a press conference that Saddam Hussein has WMD.
In order for a terrorist organization to construct and detonate a dirty bomb, they must acquire radioactive material by stealing it or buying it through legal or illegal channels. Possible RDD material could come from the millions of radioactive sources used worldwide in the industry, for medical purposes and in academic applications mainly for research. Of these sources, only nine reactor produced isotopes stand out as being suitable for radiological terror: americium-241, californium-252, caesium-137, cobalt-60, iridium-192, plutonium-238, polonium-210, radium-226 and strontium-90 and even from these it is possible that radium-226 and polonium-210 do not pose a significant threat. First, the source should be “sufficiently” radioactive to create direct radiological damage at the explosion or at least to perform societal damage or disruption. Second, the source should be transportable with enough shielding to protect the carrier, but not so much that it will be too heavy to maneuver. Third, the source should be sufficiently dispersible to effectively contaminate the area around the explosion.
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