Friday, July 2, 2010

Hobbling the Beautiful game


In the wake of the recent ban imposed on the Nigerian team by the President of Nigeria, Goodluck Jonathan, here is a look at some of the rather remarkable restrictions levied on the players, who play the beautiful game.

Somalia -- Somalia is a nation of football crazy fans, who love their national football team, popularly known as the Ocean Stars. But the Hizbul Islam, the militia group, which has more than a foothold in this nation, wouldn't allow Somalis to watch the 2010 South Africa World cup. However the Ocean Stars brave the pitched battles among the Government and the rebel group and practise. After defeating Kenya in April, the under-17 Somalia team will play Egypt in the second round of the African Youth
Championship in August.

Iran -- The Iranian girls football team had been banned by FIFA for wearing hijab, the Islamic dress code. But after the team sent a sample of its gear to Fifa, they relented. The team will participate in the 2010 Singapore Youth Olymics to be held in August.

Togo -- When the Togo team was making its way to the CAF, their bus was besieged by Front for the Liberation of the Cabinda Enclave (FLCE). An assistant coach and sjaf were killed in the ensuing salvo. The team went back to its nation for mourning. But little did they know that Confederation of African Football (CAF) would ban the team from participating in the next two Africa Cup of Nationas. "We are a group of footballers who came under fire and now we can't play football any more. They are
crushing us," Thomas Dossevi, the Togo midfielder surmised.

France -- Paris Foot Gay (PFG), a french football club, comprising of some gay players was snubbed, when Creteil Bebel denied to play with them. The club and its Islamic players turned out to be homophobic. The strictly secular French banned Creteil. But the troubles of PFG didn't stop there, it is drowned with homophobic slur during its appearances.

Iraq -- Iraq Olympic Committee (IOC) suspended Iraq Football Association (IFA) citing IFA's close ties with the former dictator, Saddam Hussein. However, FIFA stuck to its rulebook and banned Iraq's football team from international matches, IOC and IFA both were once directly controlled by Uday, Saddam Hussein's son.

Monday, May 17, 2010

A day in life


I am in Delhi. Yes the city that is part of the popular fiction, imagined as Dilli Dilwalon ki. I am in mood to propound anything.

So I will stick to simpler things. No sooner than my Maasi discerned me(Aunt - mom's sister), she said, "Sukh gaya hain." She meant to say that I have lost so much of weight that she will be presenting me a paperweight to keep me on the ground.

Anyways this a Punjabi family, so weight is a touchy issue for them. I understand.

I am making some progress in idleness. Last evening was expended in satisfying carnal measures. But only after using the whole day, putting languor to sleep. So, while the sun was scorching Delhi and benefiting the cause of shikhanji, I was snoring.

Are we human or are we dancer, this song by Killers has grown on me. Under the weight of a grey and gloomy day, a man dances on the edge of a cliff. Yes, he is drunk, his stupor staves off his hell.


Friday, May 14, 2010

The Indian farmer is not in vogue.


Things are being made clear by the corporates. The Indian Telecom operators are guarding Chinese hardware manufacturers - the Huaweis and the ZTPs. Indian Government, which is obsessed with security, believes that these Chinese companies are spying on Indians. While, the Indian corporates would not let go off cheap imports. Interesting, I am on my hunches, but my hunch is that the corporate would push over or rather buy over the State.

Kishore Biyani bawls out that Indians should spend more and more, if India wants to become first world. Right Kishore, we should swarm your coffer, so that you become a gold mine. Your monstrosity will make the swooning farmer in Vidarbha very proud. Because that farmer calls himself Indian, and you are perhaps his role model. But funnily enough, his own backyard in Vidarbha, which is searing at 46*C is shunned by this India.

Hari Bhatia, the brand new president of CII (Confederation of Indian Industry) feels the same. He insists that the manufacturing industry (his industry) should grow at 11-12% while agriculture needs to grow at 4%. In other stories, the Government has intrigued to fill its own coffers. Yes, nutrient bases subsididy (NBS) is the name of this great plan.

In brief this plan will reduce Government's subsidy burden. It means that the farmers will have to pay more for the chemical fertilizers, which would increase the food prices, I guess. I guess because the Indian Government hardly cares for the farmers, in most cases it forcefully acquires crops from the farmers at its own fixed rates. Anyways, farmers will suffer, there will be more deaths in Vidarbha, however, these will be suicides. 

But the media has to gloss over the failings of Government, so it reports how this scheme will benefit agriculture by forcing the farmers to look for natural fertilizers and thereby improving soil. Yeah, right. Anyways, i will end on a  patriotic note, Vande Matram.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Boombox (ft. Julian Casablancas)


Burn out


The Sun gawks at the naked land, the lascivious solar love. Turning her on. She melts under him. He burns and burns.

I chose sadness ...


Hmm... Depressing depressing, for some of my friends it is the end of hope, a dead end. I am not somebody, who is very optimitstic about life either, but that is just me.

But can I empathise with them. No. I cannot feel the way they are, they have a different background, I have different.

Do I intend to cheer them up? No.

It is angst, pain and lot of suffering that has urged me to value happiness. This happiness wouldn't be given up for any depressed soul.

I am just in my place, happy for myself, happy for life, happy to die, happy to live, happy to cry and happy for all my emotions.

At another time I would have thrown up over these rosy pictures.

Existentialists would do that and stop making sense of life. In instinctive intelligence they would give up everything and fall in the open arms of suffering. Yes, this a perspective and I don't claim to be the custodian of truth. Thank god for that, I can have many truths and not crumble under the burden of one.

A couple of drops in my eyes want to roll down, like water to the thirsty.



Why do we have interviews? I mean isn't there a better way of measuring someone's worth?

I walk into this cold room. Even the hair inside my nostrils rankle. I am all alert. But just happy, because that's how I want to be.

She gives a once over to my CV and retorts, 'What do you know?'

'Er, as in the Maoist issue or  media?,' I fumble. 'No, what do you know?' she squints her prey.

That is not fair, there was no cue. All the bygones had said that its going to be cool. This is not cool.

Huh, this attack was not going to dampen anything. I stuck to the intellect and spluttered words on media and ideology. It was dal teeming with rice and green, red and white chutney to top it, such was the incoherence.

Anyways, I had a great time and hope the visitor was not disappointed.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Where is the national pride?


A woman walks on a parched area on her way to collect water in the outskirts of Ranchi in Jharkhand. Photo: PTI

Two fire department officials during a demonstration exercise for the Fire Week Celebration scheduled to start from April 14, in Shimla. Photo: PTI

Love for the lustre


I love you. I love you, when you leap over me like a gazelle. I love you, when you mooch by. I love you, when you tower over me. I love you when I conquer you. I love you when I hate you. I hate you. 

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Waking in dark


Intractable Hunger,
Can't be stalled further,

My inertia my captor,
Wish I was a trampoline jester,

In the height of my sun,
I must bask in my twilight zone.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The free slave


Today I sit under this Banyan,
I worship the worshiper,

Such heaviness, such warmth,
May these tears cool me down,

I am in the underworld, this is my world,
The spartan is hectoring: Mount this tree!

I hurl my shield,
The sky is clear now.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Black Hole


My heart is racing,
Am I skipping a beat?
It is fucking frenetic

My hands are unruly,
The chemicals in my head rule,
I flee, no fight

I can’t see the world,
Tunnel vision,
Chemicals rule

I am scared,
They will be cruel in their revenge,
I plead guilty, be mild in your punishment Milord,
The Lord rules

Can I rise, Can I struggle, Can I fight,
Milord if you allow me,
Can I fry you in your chemicals?

Haha, Now I see,
Now I burn your effigies,
Into nothing,

Your psychiatry,
Is clean,
The air is pest-free.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010



Rowdy hair,
Stuffy mouth,
Reeking breath.

Gooey eyes,
Put off the lights again,

Holy morning,
Still staggering in the sleep train.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Happy Birthday - Honey Bee


Give me some reason,

To believe that we are in a prison,

Prison, I tell you.

We want to celebrate, today I was born,

It’s my birthday,

Bring the cake, yeah, the brown,

Chocolate dust, the desert with silent candles.

So I light it with my fire,

My fire, I am the fire,

To one more year of struggle,

To slaying the unwanted thoughts,

Death by a thousand knives to myself.

So I live, I breathe the atmosphere in my lungs,

I am the helium balloon, high above.

May this life return to me forever,

I willed it,

With my Christ and Ravana,

I nailed it.

To the cross!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010



Scratch and Scratch and Scratch and Scratch,

Scratch till there is no match,

Till every strand of your hair,

Is nestled under your nail,

Till the beads of sweat on your temples,

Are absorbed by your pores,

Scratch and Scratch and Scratch and Scratch,

Close your eyes,

Listen to the grating,

And Scratch and Scratch and Scratch and Scratch,

What you dredging?

Behind eyelids you might see boulders,

But I see rock,

She reminds me of my friend,

Is she an enemy?

Who wants to fling the rock at me?

So scratch and scratch and scratch and scratch,

What stop now… Idiot… Stop scratching your head… stop looking for meaning… Ha!

Thursday, March 11, 2010



You say schizophrenia,
I hear cause and effect,
You say delirium,
I hear soul, mind and atom,
You say madness,
I say id, ego and superego,
I say science.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

No name for a freebird


Is life a spectacle and are we all spectators? I don’t know, but certainly I would like you to appreciate this obituary post.

I adopted a pup, she became one of my concerns. I fed her biscuits and bathed it. Then the peevish in me expressed irritation at her. When this peewee pup clenched my jeans with her fledgling teeth, I imagined myself doing laundry and even the suggestion was revolting.

I could have caressed her more, I could have taken her to college with me, she could have been loved by all, she could have symbolized my hatred for education system.

In one motion, she would rub her left ear with the side of her forelimb and thrust her paw on my feet and then nibble at it. We’d perch her on Navjot’s bike and she’d be all horrified. It was my fantasy to make her a musical pup, so once I held earphones close to her ears and she’d just flinch.

As she was resting yesterday, I pressed her paw, in the hope that she’d wag her tail, throw a paw-shake. But she wanted to go, so she went. I love you.

I feel guilty.

Just remember that there was a life that was bustling with itself and now it has terminated itself, life.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Holy Shit, Its America


The western threat to Iran will bring all the feuding political factions of Iran together. Former President of Iran, Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani, who rooted for Mir Mousavi’s Presidentship appealed to all Iranian politicians to unite for its nuclear programme.

By boldly announcing Iran’s nuclear plan, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad can gain some support and consolidate his presidency as a lone man standing up to the Western superpowers.

All international press strongly reeks of American bias. No British or American newspaper worth the dime has quoted Iran's perspective. The papers have not given any space to Iranians to explain why they feel it is their right to enrich 20% Uranium.

The West is portrays Iran as a threat. Israel finds Iran’s plan to have a nuclear energy program an “existential threat.”

Jacqueline Shire, a Senior Analyst with the Institute for Science and International Security in Washington, claims that Iran doesn’t have enough fuel to even start the 10 nuclear plants that it has announced. David Albright another analyst from the same Institute finds Iran’s announcement an impossible suggestion.

But it is the US that has taken Iran’s capability very seriously and has posed it as a rising imperialist state. With Iran, even the thought of colonizing other nations sounds hilarious. But US takes everything seriously or are we taking Americans very seriously.

It is obvious that Israel is lobbying America to trip Iran's pursuit for a better infrastructure, because, indeed Iran just wants the nuclear energy to electrify itself. Throwing nuclear bombs on other nations would only be suicidal that no nation would consider as an option.

Israel’s enmity with Iran is over the Palestine issue, the latter sides with the Palestinians, who have been uprooted from their own land.

US, for a country that has 5,500 nuclear warheads, is no doubt the saviour of the world from any nation that plans to use nuclear energy. Uncle Sam has not given up even one his concubines, a stockpile of mistresses to make slaves. Hope that is enough.

How can START (Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty) be implemented without threatening our life system. And why nobody is questioning this, the press only brings forth the image of an America that is selflessly giving up its Weapons of Mass Destruction.

Who the hell is America to make laws for everyone and destroy those that are “unlawful” by its International Resolutions. Yes, it is a Super Power that is out there to dominate every other will. Iran wants to be nuclear to protect its people. But in the world that is controlled and decided by the Big Brother, none of us can act without the holy approval of Father.

You might want to read: Why Obama wouldn't bomb Iran?

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The forces


Tomorrow there will be many forces... It is the classroom - where the generals plot to kill their rivals... Each one has whittled his wile... All forces are so used to obseqiousness that anything unusual will be an anomaly that will be punished... All stray sheeps are whipped in their own interests... No shepherd wants its innocent sheep to be lost....

Its just me


My sister messaged me today... She asked me the first thing i will do to her after ten years... Slap/ Hug or Kiss.... So I looked into the future....I'd ask myself what would I want to be years after....I want to be a hoary log repelled by its own slush....surrounded by fledgling lives, it has jerked off....I want to generous eyes to caress me... But me being me will not pity me... Its just me.... repelled by its own suqalid body... Its just me...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Not my routine...


She is better now, because she is cynical now. She sees the world, I hopes she condemns the society like an orphan condemned by parents.... I hope even the last traces of care are gutted.... I hope she stops giving any fuck about this society, which is a herd blindly following values.... I hope she wallows in her loneliness... I hope she despises with all her guts....Cheers...WONDER WOMAN.... pity Humans......

Monday, February 15, 2010



I want to tell the women, who pity the pornstars that they should pity themselves, for pornstars don't consider themselves slaves or exploited, have you heard of femdom. You have not heard them speak, I have. Even if you hear them, you would call their consciousness false, because for you the Feminist silo is more intellectual. In your stance you hallow your consciousness and decries hers.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010



I have a Singh in my hostel, who is a Punjabi Sikh and an Agarwal, who is a Jat, but speaks Punjabi fluently and his mannerisms are ostentatiously Punjabi. It is no surprise to me, when I see a Gujarati trying to come across as Punjabi with ki haal chaal hain. It looks like Punjabi pomp pomp is the garb of the ugly. Maybe that could explain as to why virtually all the Hindi flicks today have a Punjabi character in the lead.

Punjabis have always been a martial community. Great many Punjab de Putars have taken bullets of the State enemy like Aloo da Parathas. Those around the Punjabis have laid down their arms in despair. Sympathies to them, their generations have been flogged by the Holy cows on fields and now they imitate the dominant community. It is something like Sanskritization or Brahmanization. I remember my sociology classes.

So it was with Sindhis. All of Sindh is still today exploited by the Punjabis of Pakistan. Sindh is the most resourceful part, but also the most backward part of Pakistan. I hate the sher(s), especially those that gorge on Chicken Tikka. Fuck you.

I hope that Khalistan is realized and the imperialist trait of the Punjabis is revived. So we will have Kashmir (Greater Punjab), Peshawar(Union Territory), and ofcourse Sindh (serfdom) and the all of Punjab (mainland). Like Guru Gobind Singh said to save religion, you need a country. I ask him what is the difference between religion and nation. Only two strings to control me.

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Second only to my teacher


I know that everyone around is blind and pretty convenient about it. The canteen staff at my college would jerk off their balls to serve the intellectual fulsome Professors and Lecturers. My teachers, I RESPECT (sorry for the grammatical mistake) them., for they embarrass Gandhi with their altruistic deeds. Knowledge is power, Foucault said that. It naturally means that Teachers are absolute Angels bestowing the lay with their power of knowledge. I prostate on your feet.

On your feet I close my eyes, my blindness is complete. In the dark, I see images, glimpses of your power. But these peek-boos are repulsive. They make me angry. I bite away all the flesh from your feet. I am awake and I see bones in your feet.

It is known to you that the lay are your slaves, they think your education will redeem them of their baseness and misery. As much as the needy, you want to help. Need is created so that help is solicited.

The life of every student is a killer loop. He prepares for his exams, she passes the exams, he fails, she kills herself and he prepares for the next exam. Every loop kills the lay.