A day in the life of India

My experiments with Life

In no particular order…

with 10 comments

There are a lot of freaks out there who are ending up in my blogs, some wild keyword combinations on google are sending visitors to my blog, when i go thru the stats i see ajeeb keywords being used, current favorite seems to be “masturbate in navratras” a few days back someone was using keyword like “pics of children shitting” i guess this person has some weird sexual inclination.. on rakshabandhan i was not the only one having incest thoughts a lot of people were searching stories of brother and sister fucking on rakshabandhan. If i had written about fucking in navratri now i could have got good hits but i will write only when the time is right.
Yesterday after drinking i and R1 decided to stroll at a near by garba venue.
R1: kitne saare ball(boobs) ek saath. bina bra k ball acche lagte hai dikhne mein.
me: just smiling
R1: mann karta hai ghaghra uthake k puck puck puck!! chodu.
me: laughing faintly, my eyes travels to…
A beautiful girl who came holding his little brothers hand, the child was all traditionally dressed and was jumping every now and then keeping pace with her sister. Now with her beautiful big black running eyes she was looking for some one and getting anxious, she seemed to be in a hurry. She bent down(no her boobs was not visible, incase u are wondering) and told some thing in her younger brother’s ear, he nodded. She ran towards the garba ground having spotted someone, and joined the dance. She soon disappeared into the sea of people. Now this kid without moving stood at the same place, hearing the surrounding, smelling the perfumes.. Now the kid started getting bored and he turned towards us, as i looked into his face i realised he was blind. After a few minutes his mother came. Now this kid wanted to play garba and he was telling his mother “didi k saath mujhe bhi garba khelna hai” there were moments when the garba would slow down and people would decrease at that time, the mother would take him to the ground and he would play, he would just turn round and round clapping, obviously he was not doing it good but he was happy, u could see his laughing face, gigling with happiness. The other children watching him were laughing, and watching her kid happy tears rolled out of his mother’s eyes. I am sure the elder sister would have told her kid brother a lot of stories about navratris, her excitement must have spilled over to this kid, and now all he wanted was to dance blindly literally.
There are some chutiyas in this world who keep saying all men are equal, and man makes his own luck, or one writes his own fate. Ask this child, who has lost his childhood the most beautiful years of his life,, just because of luck, bad luck. Or those who believe in the fucker called GOD, ask what wrong did this child do.
today our times of pornography (toi) carried a article in the front page about a girl being called under false pretex from garba venue and being raped.
These guys were fucking in the jhadi (bushes) it caught the attention of the police patrol van, on seeing the van the guy ran away, the girl said he was raping me he called me here under false pretex saying that my brother has called for me. above is the story that the paper carried and what i think is that during their chudai session police came and the guy ran away, to do away with the embrassement of facing the family the girl must have said he was raping.. that is logical and what normally happens.
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Written by maya

September 24, 2009 at 12:04 pm

Posted in personal diary, sex

10 Responses

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  1. 😐 i am zapped..

    Chhaya

    September 24, 2009 at 4:38 pm

  2. Is it about sex or garba or "FREE WILL" :DLook at the crazy tags :-/

    Tarun Goel

    September 24, 2009 at 8:34 pm

  3. experimental writing

    Uncommon Sense

    September 24, 2009 at 8:48 pm

  4. apna apna nazariya hai dekhne ka…kaun jane kya ho raha tha jhadiyon ke peeche.Ab yeh to jhadiyon se hi poochna padega… 😛

    abhishek

    September 24, 2009 at 8:50 pm

  5. Freaks will remain freaks … why do you bother? to me, the entire reason why we keep questioning the great God is that, with His greatness, we don't understand why He discriminates so harshly (in this case a kid).But, rape and aftermath is a complex equation. I quite agree that for some women, this hoopla and the hype makes for instant publicity and sympathy.For others, we need more introspection. And I'm sure you'll do it in time.

    IdleMind

    September 24, 2009 at 11:13 pm

  6. Uh, Huh! Quite engaging how this went from freaks stopping to find something interesting in your blog to what shady activities happen in the pretext of the Garba! Seems like you have seen it all. :)Truly touching and really saddening was the part describing the happiness the Kid found even in his pitiful situation. I truly do not understand the rules of nature. I still wonder what the heck was the boy's sister thinking when she left the boy all alone!-Vittal.

    Vittaldas Prabhu

    September 25, 2009 at 12:35 am

  7. mmmm though there was quite a lot ..expected more masala 🙂

    vicious

    September 25, 2009 at 2:20 am

  8. @ abhi thts true@ idle.. it makes me wonder y do we endow too much greatness to the unprovable god.. regarding rape i agree with you, and i understand its seriouness but this ws not a rape specif post.. to mention it in seriousness@ vittal thnks for ur comments, i ws just experimenting with the format for this post clubbing 3 differnt thing, it was just blabbering@ vici i know u have a great appetite for masala, u can expect gd masala and tadka in future recepies..

    Uncommon Sense

    September 25, 2009 at 11:24 am

  9. I don't know which place you stay in, but up north, this garba and stuff happens very less. Your analysis of the events behind the jharri is pretty spot on. Ain't it good to have a dirty mind to analyze things?:)N

    Nothingman

    October 2, 2009 at 6:01 am

  10. i m put up a baroda -gujarat. , only a dirty shameless mind can reach where others dont..

    Uncommon Sense

    October 2, 2009 at 10:36 am


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