Dealing in the 3's.....

The order of the Supreme is here to stay…..Making many moan…and the others GAY!!!!

Whenever I see an XY hanging out SUSPICIOUSLY with a somewhat genetically similar sapien, I just close my eyes only to recall a simple, yet shocking mathematical calculation, and get an even result at the end. The algorithm goes as:    (3x7)+7=28 (EVEN)! Actually I’ve been forced to think that way!:p

Putting it the other way round, the number 377 is no longer ODD in ALL ITS FORMS! Seems to be a frustrating fact to digest but nowadays, it’s just so legal…just so Constitutional! Courtesy, some lunatics, with a seemingly social sense surmounting in them, going to a PETA-like extent to get things done and finally forcing a third window onto the façade of the Indian society. Attention! This third window bears neither a He, nor a She! Fascinating? Freaky? Both?   

Though not sure of its technological follow up, India seems to be religiously aping the West in OTHER things. Aal Izz Well has so monstrously flooded the Indian coastlines that the inhabitants could now patch up anywhere, anyhow and intriguingly, with ANYONE, without giving second thoughts! Going for the third level, eh?

An alarming after-effect of this phenomenon: Spatial considerations have become just so significant. No matter how ready-to-die-for-each-other friends you are, you need to maintain a certain minimum Conversational Gap while having a chat, to escape some unnecessary titillation at the hands of the gossipy masses. Special caution to those with restless and tinkering hands and dancing feet!:p

Holy cow! India seems to be missing the right bus, by entertaining such a bane-new idea. There exists just no sense but a cluster of mentally frail thoughts revolving around. This strange symbiotic existence is no less than a mad- man theory! Maybe a mad- woman theory…or something else.What do I think is that the new concept is close to impossible to click, for the Indians at least. A near-napalm need prevails to resurrect the laws locked by nature, for she’s too furious to be violated!

She's calling....

I was born free,

Shining as a pearl in sun’s glory.

A lush green cover on my breast,

An unending treasure lay in my crest;

Soaked in a nectar deep blue,

Never did an intruder pass through.

I gave birth to a lovely son,

His eyes glowing, face blazing in the sun;

Bestowed him with all I had,

Never gave him a reason to be sad;

Nested him from a chilling cold and a simmering summer,

Cradled the baby with care as to a fragile flower;

Camouflaged him from venomous snakes and the deadly hornet,

In return, he called me The Blue Planet.

Alas! Blooming out, allured into him an ambitious,

His desires grew, his thoughts turned vicious;

Swelled in him, a sense of sore for others,

Envied the ones he had once called his brothers;

Divided me into fragments very smartly,

Exploited my assets whole heartedly;

I was deafened by my sons’ cries,

Hordes of whom everyday used to die;

Drowning in my own blood,

My golden graffiti turned into mud;

Never did my voice in his mind ring,

Besieged by the success song he used to sing.

For his pleasures, I had to be chained,

All my power, my energy was drained;

Still not content with what he had amassed,

Looted my wealth, he could’ve otherwise asked;

Oblivious of the warnings I gave to him,

He lay lull under the shade of deadly toys he had made for him.

Visualizing his future, I shriek,

Thoughts of his end make me freak;

Giving an air to his burning crave,

He’s burying himself deep in his grave.

I feel like closing my eyes,

Condoning those dark skies.

Helpless I bear his unjust hate,

Looking at his unlucky fate.