Savita Vs the State of Bharat

I could have made it a case against "The state of india" but keeping with the tradition set by Voice of India/Bharat, "Times of India", I had to name it state of Bharat. According to TOI, somehow, all the things that are progressive and worthy of emulation on the merit of modernity are quintessentially Indian, and all the things that lag behind (on account of being obsolete,on account of being a necessary evil aka tradition or on account of being simply poor) are bharat. That's why we had a poor girl from some town in rural Bharat crying, and her tears being wiped by a hand-ker-chief from the industrial India on the Budget edition. It seems for TOI a new synonym for underprivileged is Bharat. Never fancy a "Times of Bharat".....

Inspite of being an active member of the net community and regularly looking for spicy material to liven my otherwise boring daily routine, I could not get to know of "Savita Bhabhi" until recently, when to many's horror, Savita Bhabhi was banned from Indian Cyber Space. Too late for me to sex it up a little through cartoon porn, no no, Indian cartoon porn. I could get hold of a couple of articles on the net which ridiculed the government for banning the "Bhabhi" for a plethora of reasons. I agree with some, not so much with the others. One article justly says that the government has no right to play the "Net Nanny", and its upto the parents to take care of what their children with impressionable minds watch on the net. Adding to that the article also said that there was infinite amount of porn available anyway on the internet hosted on servers outside the purview of the indian rule.

What amused me to the core was this article from the TOI (anybody's guess)

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/NEWS-Sunday-TOI-View-From-Venus-Savita-Bhabhi-is-dead-Long-live-Indian-hypocrisy/articleshow/4794372.cms

The article laments the hypocrisy so intertwined in the Indian bureaucracy that they cannot break free from it even if they so willed. All till here is fine. The fun part starts when the article quotes some sociologist from Delhi which I shall quote here verbatim

“To me, Savita Bhabhi was as if India, in spite of its coyness, had come of age" (Yawn-1)

And I thought women like Kiran Mazumdar Shaw, Aishwariya Rai and of course Mayawati would represent the Indian women if at any point in time India did in fact come of age. It seems that the country could have come of age a lot sooner if the creator of Savita Bhabhi, a certain someone, would have realized his tryst with destiny sooner. Alas !, the hero of our society and the channel to do so could'nt wake up earlier. The article also goes ahead and epitomizes the hypocricy in indian society by saying that we have khajoraho (Yawn-2) and thats why we should allow whatever we should allow. Thank God or the sculptors of Khajuraho, elsewise what examples would these socialites, I am sorry, sociologists and progressives cite.

Everybody needs to prove their point by some mean or the other. The ones taking the decisions got to indulge yet again in their self-righteousness by banning the loving (literally) bhabhi and the sociologists gotta prove theirs through remarks and examples as stark as the

sexcapades of the Bhabhi herself. No one seems to notice that not every band is floyd and not every woman living the ravenous, hypothetical, kick-those-MCPs-in-the-balls life is gonna emancipate the society in general and women in particular. Lets let the Bhabhi live for all the people who draw inspiration, gratification or whatever they want, and if she can not let her die.

Lets not make a martyr.

Tikait and Chaube

Today (Actually Y'day) two of my better friends left Bangalore for good. (I sure hope so!). A better friend is a one of the classifications I usually tend to classify things in. I have friends whom I won't mind saying a hello if I have to. ( I would try to avoid none-the-less). I have good friends whom I won't mind saying a hello. ( I would not try to avoid but neither would I make an effort). I have better friends whom I might give a call to say a hello on certain occasions and certainly would reply if they call. (Here again I would not try to avoid)

I don't believe in the Best friend Concept.

I along with Mama English don't believe in the desi concept of "Wo mera sabse best friend hai"

It was a regular party we had. Although I was a little irritated by the fellow "Party Animals" regularly leaving the table and going out for a smoke ( I can't smoke due to underlying health problems). Our fun was aggrandized by a certain person of a certain geographical location whom we call by a certain name, sitting in a certain position wearing certain clothes. But the idea behind the whole thing was that it was our last party together so we better have fun by whatever means we could. And we did. Some of us did try to establist contact with the certain person but as far as my knowledge or concern goes none could. The evening was followed with high voltage drama (aka Rona Dhona) by two of the animals which we all are mentally prepared for anyway. I usually don't involve in all this as generally I am too drunk to notice even 3 stitches on my upper lip. The regualr emotional jargon can not stimulate more than the doctor's needle piercing through my soft upper lip unless it comes from someone of the likes of Katrina Kaif.

But the Animals ain't no Katrina, so I ain't no stimulated !

The two finally left on the wednesday morning and Afternoon respectively and I wish them all the luck in their future.

Happy Birthday to you

Today is my birthday, like so many (hold on ! all ) others. I was congratulated by my roommate (only) as he is the person who lives with me and it would be rather weird if even he doesn't. Although he did confuse it with yesterday like one of my other acquaintances but to give both of us a little leeway I joked it off and so did he. I don't know where did my social skills take a bite because as far as I can remember I started with a lot of friends (here it means people who wish you on your birthday) but slowly they kept decreasing. And at 25 I have one person.

To wish one on one's birthday should be one of the primary reasons one should go for a roommate. (How many ones did I just write???) I am just happy that my parents and sister did'nt forget because then it would have left the weird zone and entered the rather unfortunate zone. But as far as parents and sisters/brothers are concerned their wishing actually doesn't count while calculating the social success you may think you have achieved. I classify social success into various distinct categories and its highly different from the one which would apply to a westerner given our highly conservative upbringing. And as here the primary key is birthday wishes I shall stick to it as the global parameter.

If you receive less than N+4 wishes (N is the number of roommates) you fall into category 3)

If you receive greater than or equal to N+4 but less than N+8 you fall into category 2

Anything more than that you are category 1 for sure.....

The categories are self explanatory. Category 3 means that you are ...well nothing to anyone else

Category 2 means that you know a couple of other category 2s

Category 1 means you are my role model.

In fact one of the popular reasons for people in the US/Europe cite to turn into Serial Killers/College Shooters/Rapists is that when they were young they did'nt have a birthday party or thier friends/family ran away on them or something.
I think I deserve to at least eve-tease if not rape considering I fall miserably in category 3. But the basic question still to be answered is what effect should it have upon my psyche. What the actual effect has been and why is an entirely different issue altogether. It should have bothered me that I don't even have one friend who would wish me compared to my roommate who actually spent 4 hrs on the phone just a few weeks back on and off. But i guess I have my expectations from life so low that that one call I later received from ICICI bank actually did lift my spirits!! This concept of having very low expectations has been derived over years of practice and has now been mastered by me and my friends ( I still call them friends) and now any upheaval smaller than AIDS would hardly make a difference. AIDS will make a difference because then I wouldn't get married and I don't want to die a ....., you know what :)
I want to write more but I am getting a call.... I might inch towards category 2 !!!!