It cant get more depressing!!
Amidst the blaring horns, the movement is completely restricted with vehicles jam packed hoping to budge ahead when one looks around for some respite and finds the moon smeared with pollution looking uglier than ever before.. It cant be more depressing or displeasing..

Moon has always been dull, jejune and uninspiring with a pimple ridden face and terrible shine compared to the dazzling and impeccable sun. It also had this knack of appearing at the most uninvited times like today when I would have felt better looking at the clear dark sky hoping that something around is clear and free had it not been for the moon which was like a big unwanted mole on a beautiful face..
The sun has always been impressive with his scintillating shine bringing forth light, energy and standing as a symbol of optimism and hope, moon on the other hand has always been cold hearted, cynical and cringing into different shapes. My mom must have surely tried in vain to feed me showing the moon. Moon has always depressed me and goaded me to write such insipid articles much to the chagrin of the readers having second thoughts on something which always remained the prime source of creative poetry and romance since ages.
Moon should be banned and not allowed to roam around freely in the dark blue sky. Atleast it should be taxed for doing so..!!

'An Indian firm has launched a paan-flavoured condom designed to evoke the pungent taste of the betel nut and tobacco concoction chewed and then spat out by millions of South Asians' -- heights of innovation.

An out of this world innovation attempted to increase the use of condoms amongst sex workers and others in the pleasure seeking and giving business. The bonding of human sexes in search of an unparalleled divine pleasure an act of intense fulfillment celebrated to elevate from the mundane activities of human life, what can a meek flavour designed to stimulate the taste buds mark its influence? Innovations should be aimed at spreading the awareness, just like the remarkable concept 'puli raaja ki aids vastunda!' which has done its significant bit in educating people...

In this growing and bulging sub-continent of ours, where we are the most competent in various fields.. economy growing at a rapid rate, poverty not left behind in the race, corruption is way ahead, cinemas, cricket, population, global warming.. you name it we have it..!! But unfortunately India is seriously outnumbered in the divorce rates compared to the rest of the world. A nation which has the history of promoting child marriages and brutal post-marital practices can never be lagging in that area. This should be seriously considered by our elected representatives in the forthcoming five year plan or the next bill that is passed.. but just before the politicians fuel their uncanny creativity at the expense of the tax payer's money, the supreme court had its say on this. To increase the possibility of divorces let's plan more marriages, and henceforth decided to bring down the marriageable age for men. 18 years for all. once you legally turn 18 you have the choice to get married, you are encouraged to marry..

Marriage at the tender age of 16 is not legal (its not illegal either!!) but sex certainly is. All the young testosterones left wild and free on a humping spree, humping all around and you have the government sponsored flavoured condoms to play with.. and its all legal.. the moment you turn 18 get married despite all the odds you may face in the form of parents, caste, class whatsoever for love, for true infatuated intense love and they lived happily ever after.. movies end here.. what next?? You dont have a career but you have a woman.. you dont know how to go about your life but you know true love.. 'Mummy Im home.. I dont want all this.. Please forgive me!!'

This valentine's day all the young budding lovers out there, this is no time for flowers and cards... get married you have the supreme court to back you up till divorce..!!

Growing up not sure for sure growing old..
A naked fact you dont want to be told...

Long long back birthdays meant blowing candles, cutting the unpalatable plum cakes (I used to hate them when they were stuffed into my mouth one after the other swelling my face like a balloon making it impossible to chew or swallow or atleast spit it out!!). Dad gets you new clothes (bigger size so that you can wear even after you grow) and this is the day of the year when you feel special, different (colourful dress amongst the white and blue uniforms).. my aversion for birthdays on a weekend found its roots in my school going days.. Saturdays everyone paints the classroom with overbearing colours and your birthday is just another colour. Sunday there isnt any.. So birthday ought always to be on a school going day.. unfortunately my special day in the class was split into two unfair and unequal halves (perhaps proportionate to the physique) as one of my classmates happened to be born on the same day, that fat bugger always displayed a flamboyant and overwhelming appearance on the Dee Day and brought bigger and better chocolates. I hated him on that day and he hated me for the rest of the days. I always prayed he died somehow and on the same day he was born so that he can inscribe the same dates on the tombstone and I can claim what is rightfully mine. As they say 'God gives every bird thy worm but does not throw it in the nest' , He had his way of throwing this worm out of my life and my friend got transferred to some other high school (where there might not entertain birthdays and chocolates!). Everything happens for our own good..

The Dee Day starts as you stand on the dais facing rows of pupils standing at their respective places in all the possible shades of white, singing out loud in chorus with a flavour of inadvertent disharmony tossed in by certain anti social elements... The famous happy birthday song, a cliche we grow up singing.. But you are oblivious to the singing as your mind is busy constructing a speech ( a sentence actually!!). What would you say 'Thanks one and all!!' 'Thank you my dear friends' 'Thanks my fellow classmates for making my birthday even more special'.. The thought process goes on and suddenly there's a silence, the song is over and you end up saying 'Thank you' swallowing the 'you'. I have always been a disaster with public speaking...

As and when you grow and grow more till all the growth halts, birthdays grow out to form a new definition.. The candles are gone (too many candles), the plum cake is replaced with yummy butterscotch cake you only get to smack from the remnants of the cake smacked on the face followed by a purgation with coke and the terribly unwanted birthday bumps and pocket burning treats.

Finally when everything comes to a standstill forbearing any possible growth (physical or mental) birthdays are reduced to mere phone calls, smses, emails from friends far away, online groups and forums everywhere..
There is lot more forms and shapes to be seen...
Many Happy Returns..!!