Black Label

Just the other day, Raju the businessman saw an open manhole on the street right outside his home. It was stolen under the snoozfull watch of the two watchmen of the buildings on either side of the manhole. They work 3 eight hour shifts a day at less than 1500 rupees a month, and expecting them to do anything other than opening the gate after they are awoken (often violently) is being too optimistic. To out smart the thieves, the BMC has resorted to layering manhole covers across the city, with tar. But we all know who's smarter. The manholes go missing in spite of this stupefying idea.

Frustrated, and concerned for his children, Raju the businessman decided to make "theft proof" manholes. An advanced yet very basic and cheap solution, that allows BMC to safely cover these portals to Mumbai's choked underworld, without worrying about them disappearing. But as he began to dream about the profits of such a long term, lucrative contract with the Government, he ran into the catch. There has to be a catch! That is an essential part all the brilliant ideas of our reality.

"Over my dead body, will i work for the government!" he grumbled. "I’ll never be happy. These babus are the worst type of clients.

Let’s assume i fill the tender.

The BMC will then invite more contractors to bid for the same project. Mine is the cheapest, most efficient, environment friendly and viable solution. Yet i will never receive the contract. They will pick the 3rd or 4th highest bidder.

Why?

Because his bid is inflated, taking into account, their bribe.

Say, it’s a 10 crore project. They will demand 7-10% for allotting the contract.
I, with my lowest bid, will not be able to provide any sort of "Gift Hamper".

Fuckers used to drink tharra! Now they're too used to their daily doze of scotch.

But... even the fellow who bags the contract is screwed. No one can be happy doing business with babus. The bottom line with them is "mere ko kya milenga?"

This contractor will now struggle. He pays taxes as per government regulations. He even pays tax on the bribe money! He's running a completely legitimate business (barring the bribe of course). Yet, even after that, he looses 10% to these babus.

So where will he get the 10% from? He's working to make money after all!

He'll use substandard material, and delay the project, so he can capitalize on inflation, and make more money.

I tell you, we should all just stop bidding for government tenders.

NO ONE!

Not a single firm should pitch for anything!

Let the allotted money for all projects rot with the government. It’s our money after all, and it’s not going anywhere.

Let’s see how these madarchods they pay for their Black Label then!"

Sabse Khatarnaak

Mehnat ki loot sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti,

Police ki maar sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti,

Gaddari, Lobh ki mutthi sabse khatarnaak nahi hoti.

Baithe Bithaye pakde jaana bura to hai,

Sehmi si chhup mein jakde jaana bura to hai,

Par sabse khatarnaak nahi hota.

Sabse Khatarnaak hota hai murda shaanti se bhar jaana,

Na hona tadap ka, sab kuch sehan kar jaana,

Ghar se nikalna kaam par, aur kaam se lautkar ghar aana,

Sabse khatarnaak hota hai,

Hamare sapno ka mar jaana.

                                       -Pash (A Punjabi Revolutionary poet)

Living in the womb of time

Living in the womb of time, 

is like sitting in a rickshaw. 

You just tell the driver where you want to go

and everything around you changes.

You reach where you're at,

without moving at all. 

????

all is nothing

nothing is everything 

everything is nothing

everything is everything

nothing is nothing. 

The Ghosts of Ballard Pier

To my non existent lover II

From all that there is give

and all thats left to take,

There is nothing i can offer,

nothing i can stake my claim on.

So i wander in this pneumatic world.

trying to make sense of it, one day at a time. 

But time is incompetent,

and there has to be a better way of measuring 

our existence.   

What can we measure, really?

Nothing.

We cant even measure nothing. 

so who am i

to measure how much you love me.

i must now let go

and dive into this nothing.

For there is nothing i can offer

and nobody i can stake my claim on.

not even you. 

To my non existent Lover

I dance at your finger tip,

to the music of your eyes,

giving and giving up

all that i have.

what worries me is that i do not want nor ask for anything in return.

i smile as you scorn and fret

breaking down the blocks of my being

to the last decimal. 

there is nothing to forgive

and all is forgotten.

I must be your pet,

that sleeps by your side ,

waiting for your command

at which i release and withhold my lust,

faithfully, truthfully. 

You say you love me more than i can imagine,

but i can only imagine

for it never manifests on your tongue, your lips, your hips. 

so i faithfully watch,

as my invisible lust,

ravages through your non existent body.

They say i'm your mistress,

but i must be your pet.

A mistress after all is the baron of secret affection,

and not the guardian of trust. 

The Great beyond

Angels fallen from above

plummeting into the sea of delusion.

Broken wings born from a broken will

lost in the shallow waters of infinity.

Close your eyes and look into the darkness

there you shall see

there u shall free yourself

from yourself.

Call upon your brothers and sisters

drowning from within in the wetless ocean of creation.

Let your cry resonate

through the gyration of the earth,

there you shall find each other.

together you will drink the sea of delusion.

Rise my friend,

for you shall never fall from grace.

The time has come,

to rise from the undertow

And embrace the great beyond!

Each day i climb the mountain of joy

to plant my ego at the summit. 

The earth trembles as i bellow victoriously,

only to bury me in an avalanche of the disparity of my being. 

As i tunnel through the snow it melts

into a whirlpool of thoughts,

funneling faster than the speed of light

i'm sucked into the wormwhole of existence

and ejaculated into the tranquil waters of the Ocean of realization.

i swim through fractions of its infinite depth

only to surface to the perception of my breath.

Behold! Another mountain

another summit.

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12 clove cigarettes, 4 pegs of mediocre whisky,

A twenty four year old virgin,

And someone else's fiancee.

" The only way to get rid of temptation

is to yield to it."

At the shores of the cosmos,

its so much easier to bathe

in a puddle of maya.

So, i open the Pandora's box

and unravel the secrets of the universe

one puff of ganja at a time.

Some one's always waiting somewhere

and there's always time for one more.

after all, cosmic contemplations

are much more important than worldly chores.

With one foot on the earth

and the other in my mouth,

i parade my ignorance

in a desperate attempt to open my third eye.

But i see with my eyes

smell with my nose

and fuck with my dick.

Boobies!!!

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Platform no. 4 & 5

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Crucifixion II

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Crucifixion

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