cows were rejoicing today....and why???

So many foundation stones, now it looks like a graveyard.

A poor little dog...wants anti-rabies injection. An why???

Poor lil manmohan

hairy nightmare.....

Story of BB. As told by my BIBI.

21st century relationships/marriages

Generation gap between husband and wife.

What manmohan singh is going to talk during the meeting with nawaz sharif- a cartoon thot.

Sunny leone- her views on rahul and sonia.

Why i wanted to join the Indian Intelligence Bureau

Sunny leone's favourite health drink.....

The grind of life....

Why Akhilesh yadav stopped other ministers from visiting muzzafarpur

Sunny leone's biological explanation

Kanda prices. And the geetika connection.

When a crocodile saw his mother...in a different avtaar...

The real reason why leopards are turning deaf in jungles.....

Windows and doors of life.

Why Draupadi felt like an Onion....

Onions v/s Glycerine:

The miracle i experienced via Ponds' Age Miracle.

Digvijay....attending the 'fart of living course' What Guruji told him.....

The art of eating away an entire country.....courtesy the Congress.

When a dog needs blood urgently....only dharmendra can help.

Bandar kya jaane adrak ka swad.....

Bombay;s unreal realty market.

The option is yours.......be heard, or simply be the herd.

Outsider-Insider politics.And why a polite sardar was beaten up in Bombay.

It was pretty late when I reached home. And I bumped into this sardar. He said “Chal station jaate hain, mujhe egg bhurji lana hain” I just hopped onto his bike. Since it was late night, the egg-stall owner was in a mad rush to close down. My sardar friend was just finishing his bhurji…as fast as he could.

A police van passed by, and the egg guy, to avoid being spotted by the van, shifted the handcart a bit on the side. Another man, eating at the other end of the handcart- wasn’t too comfortable with the handcart’s shifted position. Sardar- out of sheer human-to-human concern- said “ Bhaiyaji, aap yeh side kyon nahi aa jaate. Mera khatam hone ko aaya ( bhai, why don’t you shift your plate this side. I’m almost through now)”.

An earthquake struck. The man threw his plate and all of a sudden came barging towards my friend. My sardar friend didn’t know what hit him, as the first few blows landed on his face and he fell on the ground flat, blood oozing out from his lips. Saala, bhaiya bola? Madar….xxx tu mujhe bhaiya bola? Saale suvar ki aulad, gaali diya mujhe? Tu samajta kya hai apne aapko huh? MC-BC bhaiya tera baap, Teri maa, Saale Mumbai amchi Mumbai, aur mee kaun? Marathi manoos…..all these poisonous venom spewing out in Marathi…..and the blows keep raining on my sardar friend. Pleaded, requested…and tried to tell him that he never meant anything offensive, anything derogatory…and the ‘bhaiya’ term was a common respectful request.

 In 5 minutes, this man had broken my specs, as I tried to intervene, he had also smashed the rear view mirrors of the sardars’ bike. He had heaped on  the most foul abuses and gaalis, which, are not publishable. He gave a long lecture- while hitting and screaming- of how Marathi manoos ka hi Mumbai hain. Bhaiya’s and Biharis….aakar kharab kar rahe hain….( the ideology of MNS) and that how Bhaiya’s are outsiders and they should be sent packing back home. The climax is – he was a police constable.

It just brings us to one point. Of how political ideology is shaping and influencing so much hatred against migrants….so much that without any provocation, without any rhyme or reason, a silent polite sardar was beaten up. His only fault- was he uttered the word ‘Bhaiya’.

Escalate this incident and think of the future that we could be staring at. Where nobody wants to be Indian, but only want to demarcate their ward, their territory, their state and their caste castles. Is India a piece of cake that any politician can come, slice it, cut it and create his/her own slice- a slice on the basis of religion, caste, creed, state, language, borders, insider-outsider politics, OBC/ST/STC…….the list could be endless.

Would be best to end this story with what one Chacha’ taxi driver told me one day, while passing by parel. We missed a govinda group by a whisker, in the traffic jam…and he said’ Saab, yahan agar galti apna nahi hoga toh bhi sab marega…bolega Bhaiya hain, fod daalo uski taxi ko.Itna zeher acha nahi hain. He then mentioned about Nagpada/ Bhindi bazzar, where he stays. Sir, yahan, ek musalmaan bolega ki “ bachao”, toh dus log daud ke aayenge. Mujhe koi puchega nahi ki main Bihari Muslim hoon, ya Maharashtrian muslim hoon.

Well- the profound truth.

Think about the deep lesson that lies within.

Jai hind.

A kaleidoscope speaks on motivation.....

The rat-race is on. On your marks, get set, go...get nowhere.

New slogan of Bombay's Dengue Mosquitoes

In Bombay, even mosquitoes are born with a dream. They have ambition to be a star, act in some serial, wear the best of brands and man, woah....they are just hatke. One such mosquito around Prithvi theatre....after biting a few actors and being inspired by a character artists blood, well, this is wat he has to say:

Sick obsession of india.....

The nail's prayer...to Jesus.

She found a miracle cure....

What happens when an accountant hears an inner-voice

the funda of your inner voice.

TAKE A BREAK.....N DO SOME WORK

every time i try doing something, i just screw it up: says the screwdriver.

The flight-less Kingfishers dilemma

Just overheard these 2 kingfishers sitting by the sea. Poor thing, he ran away from the Airport as all the other birds were teasing him, calling him names and all. What to do, ever since the DGCA has cancelled Kingfisher's licence, permissions etc....not just the poor lil birdy, it's also about the entire nest, entire clans, entire colonies have been rendered jobless, pennyless....and lifeless. One man's passion- turns out to be many other's destruction.

New salon opened in the juungle. And guess which style is in vogue now??

honey. and the moon.

rolling stones gather no moss. but hey, who want's moss in the first place???

ghar ki murgi, daal barabar. Why??

Dynastic Politics- the curse of India.Politics starts right from the womb.

Manav sauchalaya.- Loo for Humans. What's next? Loo for animals???

Reminds you of samsung- they say ' Made for Humans' ( as if there were phones made for aliens, animals, birds...also. Anyways....here, it's the Manav trust- a charitable organisation that is doing some amazing work...but well, couldn't stop noticing the funny side of it. Spotted at byculla, s-bridge, bombay. ashish. ashdoit@gmail.com

Maa ka dhoodh....piya hai, toh bahar nikal.

Sour grapes....eventually turn sweet.

Middle path leads to nowhere,

The power of half-knowledge.And designs of the Universe.

Just 2 days back i met a friend who works for Tata Power. Discussing experiments of how they have put in place a solar-model on fishing boats.....those fishing boats that go on high-seas for a better catch, n spend a lot of fuel, kerosene or petrol. how some experiments are leading to almost 40% savings on fuel costs...thx to solar panels installed on boats. Today, meeting a guy, just returned from the US, with a solar patent and innovation- supposedly never heard-seen-done before. Now- just imagine, all i know is these 2 contacts- can u imagine...the power of jus joining the dots.....and yes, i am not a stakeholder in any of these ideas. Just that- i meet, share, interact, connect with different people from different fields. PK pillai, a bombay based X-IIT engineer developed a pedal-rickshaw that provides the maximum torqque and minimum stress. Cut to the Delhi doctor/designer who developed a model cycle-rickshaw that converts into a home- collapsible mechanism. Since i read about both, since i know a little bit of both.....all i needed to do is connect the two. You never know....how cross pollination works.As i know from the bestest minds of the universe......an idea is all about connecting 2 dots and creating a new dot. jai hind.ashish vyas.  ashdoit@gmail.com