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....

ENGLISH IJJ A PHUNNY LANGUAGE

The Samjauta express, train that runs between India and Pakistan came under a terrorist attack. And 64 ppl died. Sad, really sad. But as they say, even in the grimmest of moments, sometimes there's always a reason to smile. Look at these protesters in Pakistan. Ooooops...wat they said is We condemn the BUM( not bomb) Blast. Now, that aSS funny as you can get!

The Lost Butterfly....( no one knows wat happened)

was speeding at 80 miles an hour on the highway....dust n grime hitting me every second. as i overtook trucks n bikes n cars, and rushing towards my office, all i had in mind was the watch, the seconds ticking away. as it is, i love speed and i love going at 100 plys kms per hour. justhen i felt something on my shirt button...some movement i felt. i dint bother n was busy looking at the next vehicle to overtake. the red signal brought be back to the place where i must belong- the ground. again, i felt that something moving on my shirt, n for a second, i w2as like surprised. it ws a lovely small butterfly clinging to my shirt button. arre such a an mamzing piece of gods art, n natures design, that i started at it for a few seconds. the red was going to turn green in about 100 seconds now. i jus shook my shirt button to get rid of it, and instead of flying away, it jus went n plopped itself on the road below. dint bother for a moment, as it perched itself on the road n was jus shaking its wings a lil bit. i started my bike now, n was jus about to move ahead a lil....and thats wen something took over me...a flurry of questions...how can i let the butterfly die under the wheels of some vehicle...that poor helpless create was trying to fly but maybe too exhasted or jus injured. without wasting a second, i got off the bike, picked up that lil thing, n then went to a small nearby plant, n perched it on a leaf.
once again, i felt the joy, wen a small creature fluttrerd its wings on that leaf. my engine roared, n i was gone in a jiffy.
i dont know wat must hav happend to that butterfly after i left. maybe it will fly again. maybe it will smile again, n go n smell the flowers. wat i do know, that it wont die under some truck tyre, or some unsuspecting biker. and wat i know for sure, that yes, god will be happy that one of his creations dint die in the man-made concrete jungle.

Why a million sperms....

The process of life, its so beautiful. I mean, from a microscopic sperm, another life is born...and the next generation..and then the next generation.
But im not into explaining biology. last nite, as i was going home, i just heard the news that an ad film, which i wanted to do so badly, has been postponed by the client. Phew! There, again, i said to myself. Once again...the world is round, and im back to square one. Neways, i shall keep trying..again and again and again.
That's where i saw this entire process like those tiny million sperms, floating and rushing to meet the egg. rat race, life is, isnt it? and this rat race, all of us know, begin rite at the very conception stage. imagine a million of those living cells rushing towards their goal....and .....
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Only ONE in a million, makes it. And a new life is born. Maybe my philosophy therefore stems from biology. I must keep on trying, and trying. and [praying and praying.
Thats the way life was born. And thats the way it's gotta go on.

Ashish