A prostitute is also someone's mother.

Everytime i would see images of those women, dressed flashily, garish make up, and with a pure in hand and magalsutra around the neck....i would feel like yukkk....who would be ready to fuck them..i used to think....i measn how can one feel hot seeing such dirty ugly women....

i was wrong....

i was nasty..

i was disgusting my my thinking....

this wednesday nite, as i finished with my workshop at madh island, at the resort, i was in a mad rush to go back home..since i dint hav network on my cell, i thot i will call up from some coin box...

i stopped...n dialled the first number...i jus got a strange strong perfume aroma...n i saw this woman standing next to me...maybe waiting for the pco box....
i asked her politely..n she said yes she needs to call....since i was going to be pretty long on the call, i thot it wise to let her call first.

dint heat anything. but its now that i realised that the [place where i was standing was a seedy looking hotel, bustling with activity, of girls n guys, walking in and out..of those small rooms lined up on either side.

my curiosity got the better of me.

as i called up my wife, i saw men coming n talking to those women....kitna legi re....ek shot ka kitna...total 300 rupiya plus room ka 100 rupiya....kinda things i overheard....

meanwhile the flow was on...arre even some hot n rich looking couples i saw driving in with luxury cars...skodas n the hyundai accents...all heading for that ultimate pleasure experiuence in one of those secluded rooms/cottages. n mind u, no hint of being guilty, no hint of doing something wrong....well who am i to judge...after all, today its a free economy n a free world...any 2 consenting adults can indulge into anything......

i crept a bit closer to hear what they were talking...this shabby looking rickshawala and this middle aged woman....

the conversation, interspersed with gaalis, swear words....

arre 300 rupiya toh bahut hai re...tu toh abhi buddhi(old) hai.....
ur not as tight as a young woman..so why r u asking for so much money.....

the negotiations contd...

thats when the woman, sad n poor looking, and no make up in the world could hide her feelings that wat she is doing is out of plain majboori.....

she asnswered the call.....and guess wat...it was her son/daughter....

haan, beta, main jaldi hi ghar pe pahunch jaoongi....thoda kaam hai abhi baki....beta guddi ka khayal rakhna....darwaja bandh rakhna...aur haan, tun khana kha lena...

she disconnected..and left for one of the rooms, in that dark corner.....with that rickshaw wala...

he must be really hungry for sex right now....

meanwhile...she...must have spread her legs, taken the man inside...and while the action is on....

she must be thinking about her little kid...who also needs to be fed khana tommorow....

Finance Minister- and sweeping changes

The first thing u think of, when we say sweeper, is a man, armed with a broom, mite be looking old, hassled, ragged clothes...etc etc. But look at this picture, dated 1st march, 2007, published in Hindustan Times. Yes, it's jus outside the Fincance Minister's Office, and who you see in brand new sneakers( Nike??) a crisp tight fit jeans and a bracelet on his hand...is a sweeper.

Liberalisation has reached! Atleast outside the FM's office. Only time will tell, when it will reach those farmers in vidharbha...maybe as they say philosophicaly...after seven births. Hey farmers, plz commit suicide 7 times....