If losers had not been in this world, success would have no meaning. Hence, losers are a part of their success, of everybody’s success who are successful, making them realize what they have achieved.
Last night I had a dream I cut my throat with a broken drinking glass and hid in the back room of my childhood house to bleed out, I could feel the cold air through the wound and the blood exiting my body. I woke on the couch and cried because I’m alive
After 12th, I went to Delhi in a college. Awestrucked with every perfect girl, and new pattern of clothes in a metro, I craved for some attention away from home and may be for some love.
Trial and error in the attempts to look attractive, I colored my hair red. Waving my locks, chin up, I walked all around, only to my horror, coming across an orkut page, that was dedicated to my ugly self and laughed by every other classmate and mocked by everyone also for the bad clothes i wore. After reading such things about myself, i started taking sleeping pills so that, nothing affects me anymore.
I couldn’t collect myself to all the faces who looked down upon me, for my badly shaped body, bad grammar and also bad clothes.
I stopped going to college, i hate to admit it, i was bullied, by my seniors, some affluent classmates and i lost the battle, hence left my college.
I was all wrong in this perfect world with my perfect imperfections as defined by everyone else.
I know what it feels like to be called as a slut at 17 when you are still a virgin, and popping anti-depressants to erase every judgement passed at you brutally.
From being awarded as a best student to be called as a slut my journey was amazing.
Teach your children, there won’t be always good people around but also some demons you need to bear a fight with.
Believe in yourself and never seek self- approvement. This is how you win!p
From a small towny to a big bad metro, the desperation to look modern or same, is tiresome. Only few enjoy imperfections. A very few…
Do one thing every day that scares you.
khuda ke haanth khoon se range hain
A man in a chauffeur driven audi car, wearing a black shade is sitting beside a young and a meek girl in her 20’s while as the potbellied man has a greasy brown skin and a head full of wig, a gold watch in his wrist and a three piece suit is covering his wrinkled body.
Hello beta. Mummy ka to nahi pata. Tumhe to maloom hai mujhe kuch batake nahi jaatin. Gayin hogi shirdi aa jaengi ek do din mein. Tension mat lo. Kal school hai aapka? Beta papa kal morning mein aa jaeinge aur kuch bhi problem hogi to Sheila aunty ko bolna na. Ok ? Good night. Love you too.
Aapki beti hai?
Man does not answer and pours his drink and focuses on it.
Mere to abba ne 6 mahine se mujhse baat nahi ki hai. Ammi kar leti hain phone kabhi kabhi chupke pados ke ghar se. Lekin abba ne palat ke kabhi ek call v nahi kiya. bohot pyaar karte the mujhse, lekin jab se mumbai aai hun ghar chodke. tab se koi matlab hi nahin rakh rahe.
AC tez kar, Zaheer
almost avoiding her sob story.
naam kya bataya tha apna? Manjari? Ye asli hai ki abhi le liye rakha? Tum log ko to har baar naam badalna padta hoga na? har ek client ke liye? alag alag. ya ye permanent naam rakha hai sirf exclusive is kaam ke liye?
kaisa hai na? duniya ke liye doosra naam, hum log ke liye doosra. Udhar girlfriend humara naam rakhti hai, bol. biwi doosre naam se pukaarti hai. kyun re chodu. teko kis naam se bulati hai teri gharwali?
batana Manjari madam ko apna nick name.
tera poocha hai rey, tere bacche ka nahi
kya saahab aap bhi
main to jab paida hua to meri bua ne ek naam rakha ek maa ne. school mein saala do naame the. poora school confuse. saala itna naam hote hue bhi poocho kya karna hai aage chalkar, to koi bhi bolega. Naam banana hai. Saala poori zindagi isi ke peeche nikal jaati hai. smiles back awkwardly
Tumhare profession mein to asli naam kahaan batati hain sab. q?
Girl gets sad
Sir ab kahan chalna hai.
Bolunga rukne ko. chala abhi.
an awkward pause.
Kitni saari heroine meri seat mein baithkar aaj Bollywood mein no comment karti hain. kal heroine ban gai to main bolunga nahi kisi ko
He smirks again. And the girl seems irritated.
Driver brings two rolls
Girl finishes eating, man takes the first bite and yells.
KItna wahiyat hai ye. Bol usko Doosra bana ke de.
And hands him over the money, tucked between his fingers.
Man eats his roll now and watches the girl in the rear view mirror.
Sunidhi jaisi dikhti ho tum. Meri wife hai. College mein bilkul aise hi dikhti thi wo v.
Driver drives the car.
Ek baar wallet bhool gaya tha . Ghar wapas gaya. To Sunidhi ne 10 minute kaga diya kholne mein, Wallet lekar baahar aa raha tha to bathroom jaane laga. Wo andar se lock tha. Mera childhood friend nikla baahar. Poocha to bola Ki cheque dene aaya tha. Cheque kahan hai. To bolta hai ghar pe bhool gaya. WO din tha aur aaj ka din hai. Main aur meri biwi, ek doosre ki taraf dekhte nahi hain.
Kuch kapde khareed lo
Driver stops the car. And the girl is standing at the lingerie section. A boy WALKS TO HER SHOW HER TOPS AND JEANS.
Madam ye size theek hai?
He packs the clothes and the man takes it.
Meko nikalna padega, Likha hoga to dobara mileinge. Kaisa hai, Har koi kuch na kuch dhoondh raha hai. Lekin galat jagah on mein….
Man walks away.
Sir ne bola hai apko ghar chodne ko.
Girl sits in the car. Worried she opens the bag and there is a wad of cash. She dials the number of that man but it’s switched off.
Krishn was a King and so was Lord Ram.
What we often forget, Gods were kings, kings are Gods.
We are pawns to worship them.
She wore pink, people thought of her as dumb
She wore black, people thought of her punk.
Nobody cared about the colorless faded saree that was torn at places, as she broke stones.
Remains will be left all over, and they will be excavating our proofs of existence. When we will be done killing. The jews, the muslims, the christians will be burried in the shamelessness of the lost humanity, the word that lost it’s credibility for it’s meaning.
They would be shocked to discover no natural disaster killed humans. But the war did. Our fight to wear the stars in our uniform and the competition to raise our flags highest, put our heads in the dirth and the eyes fogged with ego, made us the clowns in the circus whose owners were sitting at the top laughing at us.
They will teach their children. Humans killed the human specie. An animal is not harmful but a human is dangerous to the entire world, entire universe.
Being God is difficult, goodness is difficult, being Lucifer is easy. But nobody saw the disaster coming. Death happened. World doomed.
Humans are no good. They do no good.