Life in Different Perspectives

Last night I was thinking about how different the reality is from what we see from the perspective of a third person, and came to the uncanny conclusion that it is really two different versions of the same theory. The other day, while travelling to my home town in a train, I wondered how the cities, which I had much acquaintance, seem so different from the perspective of a railway station. The slums which always seem to come even before you see the horizon of dusky city sky, always convey to me, the unimaginable hardships faced by the inhabitants, who, perhaps were the victims of this materialistic society. Still, I have no sympathies for them. Why you ask? Because they themselves are to blame. Leaving their house in the villages and migrating to the cities in hope of striking gold is not what we normally expect to click. Excuse me from deviating from the topic of my story, which may sometime become a pain for the reader, but do bear with me, because I have this habit of explaining anything and everything pertaining to the topic, even if the connection is as mild as the candle flame in a gale. So, when we see such scenes from the train, we begin to wonder what would the city life would be like. But it appears that in India, every station has the same story. People loitering near the track, expending their life in search for a better living condition, and eventually landing in the ever expanding web of the failed fate. Walking down the streets of the cities which I had visited, I never remember seeing such sights, so much concentration of poverty in so little place, barring one or two metros including Mumbai and Delhi.

Reflecting all these things, you start to question why you see what you see? Fairly simple to answer. You see whatever you want to. The difference is only where you want to see it. Life is there, both in the cities, as well as near the railway track.

So, the next time you see a kid running without any clothes, looking somewhat dirty, running after the train, waving you goodbye, remember the time when you are preparing for a bath…you too are filthy and naked. Its just that you enjoy your privacy, and they don't have one. 

Blaming Gays for Pederasts and Paedophiles: is it correct ?

It is not the homosexually-inclined priest who is at risk of abusing: almost all gay priests lead healthy celibate lives. The ones who are most at risk of abusing are emotionally stunted men whose psychosexual development has gone awry.

That does not make them paedophiles. Only a handful of clerical abusers have been authentic paedophiles, seeking out pre-pubescent children (male or female; paedophiles don't usually care) as victims. Those that there have been have had a very large number of victims and have wreaked havoc.

But most accused priests fall into a different category. Almost all the accused are alleged to have molested one minor (only three per cent of the accused in the John Jay study had more than ten alleged victims); the classic perpetrator was a priest in his thirties who spent some time, mostly less than a year, sexually involved with a boy in his early teens. That boy has usually been someone who has had his boundaries violated early in life, probably by a relative.

Are those priests paedophiles? No – although the damage they cause is considerable. Are they homosexual? Possibly – but not healthy ones. And to claim that their homosexuality is a cause of their abusing is as daft as suggesting that paedophilia is linked to heterosexuality. Cardinal Bertone should be more prudent.

love #2

well, returning back to the "sweeping past" feelling of the previous post, i would like to add that for a complete package for anythig, the absolute necessity is that there should be some advantages as well as some disadvantages for that. similar is the ccase for love. i am not saying that the feeling of love, which is sacred, could be something of a disadvantage to anyone on this wide world. but what i am saying that it reaps the seed of enemity between people. the toughest of the enemies are born due to this. they calsh for a comon cause. and this feeling is so overwhelming. why ? exploring continues...

Love:

Sweeping past the floor of my room, i suddenly remembered something.It was one of those feeling that one has in reserve so that whenever the time comes, these feelings sweep you off the floor.(yes, that's why i remembered this while sweeping past).And one of the strongest feelings known to man, is, in fact, one of the most widespread. LOVE. a simple feeling. Love as a feeling has many intricate part. you have different intensities of love for different kind of people. there ate numerous variety of love that has in store for each and every relation one gathers. And one of them is "falling in love". when you hear this phase, it somewhat sounds negative.It feels as though something bad is happening. "falling" is something we associate with evil. but look closer and you will get the answer. Each and every thing in this universe is meant to be in a stable state. and whenever it is in the higher potential state, it tends to lower it to attain stability by....yes! falling. and same applies to the human...you fall in love, because you have achieved a goal in your life, that makes you more stable than ever. but mind you, not every one of the individual fall in pure love. some have lust. and lust is one of the darkest things that can happen to you. lust for money, lust for people, both leads the way to eternal doom of personal space, and time will come when it will be difficult for you to repent your own mistakes. scores of people go haywire over the fact that they have someone to love. but do they really recognize it? or do they just flow with the sake of it? well....that, in fact can also be a form of love....confused? yes, a little bit...never mind..i will sort it out in the next blog

Internals...

• 
  

There are number of things which are present in an university, which are only meant to harass students that don't revise their subjects daily. and i tell you, there are minimal number of people who actually do that. only because you have internals the other day, you read the day in and day out, only to scrap through it so that the college sends a decent mark to get you and "a" or an "o". but the thing does not end here. there is always a greater chance that your marks that are sent are not rechecked so that the marks are all wrongly sent. and how to get past that? there is no way. many stories indicate the intricate fantasies of the masters that come alive while sending the marks of the girls. they promptly increase their marks when they see pouting cleavage, or if the girl bend more to have more marks in their kitty. And i am not saying these are very rare chances. all happens at large. and this is the time when you start feeling the need of more homosexual group of teachers and professors.And, what do you do when you are caught while cheating in the internals? well, you get kicked squarely on the butt. if you are a boy that is. even the lady teachers support the girls. i highly suspect them to be lesbians of the highest order. but with those lacquered hands, you don't expect anything great either. how i wish to get a decent mark in the internal!!!

gays in india

There are lot of things that happen to develop after a certain period of time, by which the people would have developed a sense of concise barricade to it. gay ism in India is still in its infant stage, and this minority community is thriving, pumping up each and every second. do we have to fear them? why are they outraced? is it only because they are somewhat different then others? or is it because they are breaking the natural order of the god's creation ? the resistance to these drastic changes is not new. even our fighters got that while revolting for the first time in 1857.
people of India are not sufficiently forward enough to have suggested the change by there own. every society would either stop conversing about the topic, or would turn it down. but this whole concept existed in the deep cons of the society....like the hairs that clog the dam gates of the drains. you ignore it, but you still see it. we always have something to say about this. some personal experiences, some encounters, which you would stumble upon an educated society, and start feeling that it is not as educated as you felt it to be. i think different. we should not have the same mindset for each and every people we encounter. the DNAs are different, and so are the people themselves. if you and your son doesn't have the same taste, would you expect a complete stranger to have that? don't octrise gays.....support them. they need us....

hostel life

we find it difficult to accept that we really enjoys more in a hostel that we used to in our respective houses. before any of us ended in a hostel, we had a very virulent idea about the hostel. the warm comfort of the house, the loitering of our loved and dear ones...all this would be the thing of the past. what would happen when we eventually end up in a hostel living with people we hardly know. but that jitter is only for the first two or three days. and finally, you begin to see the silver lining even for this dark cloud. you develop friends, not mentioning the ability to control your natural order because they don't have enough bathrooms in the hostel. we forget the comforting seat of our commode, and get habituated to the long lines and the wait for everything ranging from eating our food, to its final processed output. and naturally, you gather friends. friends, who would remain yours for the rest of your lives. why i say that? because, in a hostel, you sleep, eat, and do everything you could, with them (notwithstanding some of us who get too personal, but yes, that's a completely different story).
and you gain new experiences. you gain new knowledge,you are open to new adventures!
even i have cherished those moments. may it be going and watching movie from 9 to 12, and then, after not getting any auto, walking the long distance with none but your friends to fall on if you are too tired to go on. and yes, you could always enjoy the drunk ones....the pukes they send out, which sometimes feel like straight out of a matrix movie...in slow motion! god forbid them. (but what the hell...they are always a fun to watch!)
jai ho to all those who relish living in hostel!!!!