Whoremonger-folks!

If you pride yourself by telling that you are a liberal and look down on everyone else, you should feel the hurt and your bowels should burn as if a vial of lava fresh from a volcanic eruption is poured onto it. This is for you. People who are loving and kind-hearted, please refrain from reading this.

I am a liberal
Not liberal enough to fornicate
I am conservative
Not conservative enough to carry hatred
I am everything
I am the good and the bad
I am sweet and at times, yes, harsh
But I am modestly right and not wrong
For I am love!!

The poetic lines that you see above are penned by me. What our world lacks is love! In the morning, I walk to office and on the way, I see a labour woman walking out from a construction site crying her heart out. A less-than-3-year-old small kid runs after her with tears, calling out, 'maa, amma'. Reason. The Asst. Construction Engineer sends her home because she was not able to lift the heavy load of hollow blocks on her head. One day's wage lost. And she's crying. May be she wouldn't be having anything at home to feed herself and her kids. What a cruel world we live in!

Back to where I want this to head!

There is consensus building among the urban hippies that they are the most coolest specimens in the world. They call themselves liberals because they do not feel even a pinch of shame when they undress in front of a stranger or a long known/shortly known friend - and pull and play with each other's pubic hair. Live-in is trending in the metros. No commitments, only sex. Hot and raw. Of course, not without a condom.

Oh yeah, these are liberals. Men have no issues punching into other men and women would not feel shy to lick other ladies. Metro life baby. The Butterfly Generation, a recently published book that I read is another fresh piece of shit which has to be flushed down the latrine commode. The out-of-his-mind author tries to capture the technicolour of the Indian youth, but only venerates the way they sleep and swap partners like animals on the roads do.

'You are not man enough if you don't drink this!', a woman challenged a guy who was teetotaller till that moment. It was a woman who challenged him. Oh yeah, if its a woman, its your penis that makes your decision and not your mind. The guy gulped the whole thing in one shot! Yay!! Yay!!!, shouted and shashayed everyone. Dear till-the-moment-teetotaller, if a woman challenges your manhood, jizz your liquid into her vaginal peg and tell her hence proved. Dont just cheaply gulp that dizzy liquid from the glass peg she hands you and jizz yourself off!

There are principles you follow. And there are principles others follow. Your mom may sleep with your uncle and that may be uber-cool with you and your generous dad, because you are a liberal. That is not the case in other households. If you boast about your whoremonger mentality calling it being liberal, I will strip your honour down with mere words. I will have no regrets, because you deserve one.

Whoever you are, whatever culture you grew up in, keep it to yourself or cherish it and even speak about it. But dont you dare look down upon others. The world has known two kinds of people - the liberals and the conservatives. There are two more - the liberally conservatives and the conservatively liberals. The liberally conservative category brags about its liberal orgies and expects everyone to follow what they do. The conservatively liberals are conservative, yet accommodate others without passing judgements.

If you start loving others, you will start respecting them. And if you respect them, you wouldn't even think of disturbing their peace. Think of the woman from the construction site. Life should punish haughty ones like you and not the meek. Spend one day there under the hot sun carrying loads of weight on your head. Your liberally conservative theories will evaporate from your clay-wet brain, I bet on your life. Live and let live.

Its not impossible!

Boeing Boeing

A breezy Bangalore evening at Alliance Francaise. The very first theatre play I attend. Boeing Boeing. Thanks to the original playwright Marc Camoletti who created it. The play was crisp, humorous and ended on a sweet note. The mindset of a metro youth towards love and marriage well captured, and the subsequent complications that follow.

There was Bernard, the lead character who  gets engaged to three women - an American, a German and an Italian - all Air-hostesses, their names starting with G. Bernard maintains a strict mathematical arrangement so that not one of the women would know the truth about the other two. The plot gets intense when all three are at Bernard's house at the same time. Robert, Bernard's friend, and Martha, Bernard's maid steal the show with their timely wits.

In a scene, Gloria Hawkins the American gets attracted to Robert's lips when he says 'Its not impossible'. She gets all excited, says his lips look like a flower when he says 'Its not impossible' and asks him to repeat the line over and over again. Then they get into a technical kissing spree which stops only when Bernard arrives.

Well, after the play, I had the opportunity to meet the cast. You know why? We were special guys. Because the one who took all of us to the play is the real girlfriend of the one who played Bernard. I wish her all the luck that its not impossible for her to be the only girlfriend of his and not counted as one of the three or four. Lol. :D Okay, back to where I left. So we met the one who played Robert. He told us, 'This is my first stage appearance'. Everyone started wowing. He was very good, the way he moved on the stage, the timing, the accent and the gestures, except for some minute delivery errors. But for a first-timer, I would say he has done his very best!!!

It actually is not impossible!!!