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bhubaneswar, orissa, India
First of all i would like to clarify that this blog has nothing to to do with Mango Dolly.So, people looking for pictures of South Indian porn stars will be highly dissapointed.I could say that this blog aims at highlighting the hypocrisy in today's society.But,fuck it.The truth is since internet is cheap and they don't sue for writing crap,i have started this blog to bitch about politicians,celebs,women,famous people, not so famous people,life,people,ex-crushes ,etc.In short everybody and everything.So, start reading.

Thursday, 26 November 2009


You might forget this date.And why shouldnot u? coz you are so engrossed in your business of living ,as you tend to put it, that for you every massacare becomes an event worth forgetting.you take out processions,burn candles, shout slogans against politicians and every other individual or instituition possible ,shed fake tears and shout over roof tops about a revolution that will hardly occur.You talk about, in your in manicured tongue ,the hows & whys of what happened in public debates glamourising the story behind 170 corpses .The very next day you erase from your memory of those who bled,of those who lost someone who will never return,of those whose tears that shall never dry up.
But i will not forget.I will remember every bullet that was fired,I will count every drop of blood that was shed,every droplet of tear that trickled down the eyes.I will remember every body that fell & salute every person who took the bullet for us.I will remember every single promise that never materialised,every step that was never taken ,every hand that didnot come out for help.Iwill not forget anything for if I forget today tomorrow will be even more messier,bloodier & darker.

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

tears of blood

Tonight, let your tears run down your cheeks, for no one will ever come to wipe them.Donot ask for help,for help shall never come.Donot expect a miracle,for miracles seldom happen.Let your wounds deepen & the colour of blood change from red to black.Look at the people around you, secretly laughing at you , at your pain & at your belief of a revolution that will tear apart a crippled system,burn down the effigies of a paralyzed system and bring down the architects of it.For this is a country of 110 million dead people,their souls sleeping in the coffins,muted.They are myopic,they cannot see injustice staring at them.They have gone numb,they dont feel the pain anymore.They have succumbed to pain; they have become used to it.they have left themselves to the mercy of time to heal their wounds.Dont awaken them becoz these deaf & dumb people with their hollow souls cant ignite the fire OF REVOLUTION.Watch your tears & blood mix & let them flow for they are destined to flow time & again on th streets unnoticed.

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

26/11--neither tears nor blood dried..............

and the blood ran down the streets,blood of agony,of despair,of apathy towards those men with power who let this happen and towards those so called messiah of the people who merely watched and let this blood fill the drains of mumbai;after1 year the same blood is running in our veins cold & dead. will it ever boil,will it ever say enough is enough..........i am waiting 4 that day 2 come............................................