Friday, March 9, 2012

Rahul the wall Dravid

An entire generation of women who were growing up when dravid started his career are reported to have attained premature menopause at the news of his retirement. Well Almost! 

Arguably the most handsome cricketer of his times Dravid's success was inevitable. Dravid's international career started clean shaven against Sourav Ganguly sporting a thin (brush Zero sized) mustache, Javagal Srinath, Anil kumble and Azaharuddin sporting the telephone receiver shaped mustache after India's disastrous 96 world cup. Tendulkar was yet to get facial hair, Jadeja was out and Prasad scarcely mattered. Amidst hackled indian dressing room Dravid with his boy next door persona and deep rooted middle class mentality made him hero. How? Let me explain, In the 90's most of the team staged a peaceful protest at tendulkar's dismissal by not performing themselves but the non-congress batsmen anointed by Rajnikant throughout his young days stood defiant and slogged through the match, even if it meant loosing Dravid stood there. The Wall.


Years later historians will dispute dravid's real age. For he played cricket like they played two decades earlier oh his time. Feet Planted in, absolutely no urgency to score, tire the pace baller till he is forced to spin made his innings long, real long. Usually as indians switched channels at tendulkars dismissal and at the slightest ray of optimism tuned in to check who was the man of the match, Surprise! Surprise! Dravid was still batting. 200 balls no fours, no sixes and 20 not out. 


By the way the tittle 'the wall' had nothing to do with hitting the ball, was it was simply the undying attitude "If I loose this government job? I will be selling Jam with daddy!" that made him stand through Allan Donald, Wasim Akram, Chutney Ambrose, Darren Gough and the likes. Dravid's career can actually be categorized into three phases
1. When he dint hit sixes
2. When he started hitting sixes (all of which had to be approved by the third umpire simply because they werent comprehensive enough)
3. When he hit it in the stands


Unfazed by match fixing, rarely criticized for performance, thrown out once and fought back in to stay. SALUTE


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The ideology of Zaid Hamid

Zaid Haramid,

I gather your schizophrenia has taken a radical turn into verbal diarrhea and theres absolutely no hint of a slow down. Every time you open your mouth, the small farts make way for the mega conspiracy shit explosion, your sporadic nose rubs and hand shrugs with a little neck shakes express the joy of an un-paid midget roasting your nuts with Zippo lighter under seat.

You have probably learnt of nazisim and have by now over a million masturbations to Hitler. But your audience is the less educated Pakistani youth who till now dont know about the world wars and still think Muhammad Bin Kasim was the ruler of Europe and Pakistanis are actually Arabs, are the ones who entertain you. I recently heard of your SAFMA court hearing:



Dude Seriously!!! Look at your supporters? Half of them are just happy they are being photographed. Who amongst them looks like they can spell what they are holding? Your 3 rupee chart paper and 2 rupee sketch penned placards  with one-promised-sheek-kebab-pav meal bribed supporters you set out to conquer the world. What is wrong with you?

Coming back to your obsession with Nazism and Hitlers rise to power- you think imitating Hitler will make you like him? through your speeches and social media awareness the people pf pakistan willl hail you as their supreme leader with unconditional power, (which is why you keep farting about "a care taker government") and then you will chase Israel, India and the united States with your paper boats remtoe control choppers? You think one day people will raise their one hand to shout out "Hail Zaid"! Knowing the voacb of your countrymen they will scream out "Hey Zaid teri G@@nd me Chaid" and the arabic suffixes as applicable.


Besides

Let me address some of your popular jargon:

1. You start your tweets and messages with "Dear Children"
your inability to get your wife children made her divorce you. Common dude? now you want to pull others children in your fantasy war? Try Call of Duty 4 I've heard its awesome.

2. You Tweet in Arabic
Chutiya! you think your jihadis friends in FATA and Waziristan have a twitter enabled AK-47? Or are Madarassa in pakistan charging extra fees for "Internet and computer fees" in addition to the bomb making tutorials?

3. Romance in history and War
Please go back to point number one. Your hormones are just not meant for these things. Not everyone relishes the idea of getting sodomized by a gun barell.

4. Posted a new Video on Facebook
See everyone knows for a fact that YOUTUBE has banned your hate rant videos. Now you have to choose cheaper alternatives such as blip.tv to monetize your videos

5. The country is surrounded by enemies
Yes. Israel, India and US. So you have set a personal record of distorting history and Geography. Wont be surprised if the Maps in your books show the arabic sea to the north and afghanistan somewhere around australia.

6. Ideology
Yes the eternal ek-baal ki ideology

 Zaidu. You are thriving on Photoshop, Movie maker, Facebook and Twitter. Just a moment before the Zionist who own this media ban you. then you can go back to your madarassas and scream on a microphone.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Dear Poonam Pandey [Hot (not) and (not) Sexy]

Dear Poonam Pandey,

Lets just say pollution accelerates mutation (Your twitter profile says your 19 and most of the years you've spent without clothes so my best estimate is- you haven't stepped into college yet. So to explain mutation to you here it goes -Mutation is a phenomenon significant to many aspects of life on Earth and is one of the principal means by which evolutionary change takes place). Never before in my recent memory had I seen anything like yourself, a sardine with the udders of a cow, Now that is a genetic case study. To your credit you  have single handedly transformed the masculine stereotype of a 'Pandey'. Before the world cup a Pandey would invoke a visual caricature of a dhoti, one ball scratching hand and dripping paan which you have successfully changed to strings, kerchiefs and silicon sculpture blend this with the very Indian 'Poonam' meaning full moon; an object of religious significance across faiths. This makes you the only worthy face of the subcontinent for reasons being:
  1. Your first name represents an object respected by the two most dominant faiths
  2. Nudity was an integral part of Ancient Indian culture. (Pay a visit to Ajanta Ellora caves for further clarification)
  3. With your boobs come your bones, symbolic of the wealth and poverty and starvation prevalent in the sub continent
  4. Lastly like Mahatma Gandhi you decided to stop wearing clothes for the nation.
Besides you are the next generation girl and the most downloaded model from India surpassing John Abraham and Milind soman the champs of the last two decades.Times are changing and how! The male dominated industry is finally paying its dues to the ladies and you honey are the catalyst of change(some times meaning chillar).
Your success comes at a time when online porn is available for free which is commendable. just shows the indian audience love for ravishing the anti climax(in your context the last patch of cloth hiding your real gender). 

Twitter is but a movie credits screen without you and at times KRKs kamakazee micro-blogging showcase. Your tweethearts from over the world and under the sea are testimonies to your ability to induce a hormonal avalanche through text and images. 

For all the accolades you've earned. It burns my heart when people use derogatory and defamatory adjectives in  reference  to your profession. If chetan Bhagat can be an author, Rahul Gandhi can aspire to be the PM then you too can be a model. Trust me Titanic would never sink had Jack and rose been MF hussain and Poonam Pandey both would do what they do best, nobody would have spied on you and the guards would have been more vigilant, but thats gone.

If Kanit Shah had the money He'd cast you in his version of the Titanic: Tight and panic

I Dont know what the world says to you but your fame is symbolic. Lets just call it Rise of the Transgenders

Respct!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Rapes in Delhi- When will this stop???

Why is Delhi/Noida the rape capital of India? Every week there has to be a rape/molestation case reported in TOI. Not too sure if this has to do anything with the qutub minar's physical location being delhi and Delhites interpretation of it being any different from known historians but
My gut feeling says maybe some men in Delhi have an extra testicle or probably they simply rub testosterone on their parathas every morning. 
Here is the little summary:
Everyone without a penis from an MD to a maid,
who does not wish to get laid even after being offered to get paid,
will get raped! Fuck Sad!

2012 and the fucking capital is unsafe for women despite having  sheela dixit and  sonia gandhi out there. Cmon Rapists... while most of the country danced to sheela ki jawani and you are my Sonia you took it quite literally dint you? 
(note: Names have been used in small case to intentionally showcase disrespect. Come get me sibal my fellow kabootars are waiting for target bombing practice against hostile guerrillas )). I dint want to list down the week on week cases as reported, but if you've been reading you knw what i'm saying. 

I wonder if they have tweaked the pledge for delhi boys schools to sound like:

India is my country all Indians are my brothers and sisters,
but God cant help the fact that I dont mind being a painnchod and the rest ka kya karna hai???

Sorry delhi boys, god gave you bulk, fair skin and stuble stretching down to your pubes but when you try your google translate empowered punjabi pick up lines it kinda negates the desired effect. If you think your dick is mighty enough lets talk to the defense ministry to introduce a Lund regiment for you guys where you stab the bad guys with your most misused organ.

The horniness in delhi couldn't escape fiction either. How the fuck in hell would an ugly looking paunchy guy get the balls to nail a moderately hot professor's daughter at his residence? I'm talking about chetan bhagat's 5 point some one- it had to be in IIT-Delhi. Granted the girl too was involved but for those who have under life threat or voluntarily read the book know that chetan's protagonist always had the intention to have sex while the girl who had lost her brother was looking at filling in the void.

Where does the love for vagina end? Seemingly never. Its like if you rape a lady figure proportionate to your social stature its simple sex but if you exceed your aukad then we call it rape. So we hear Driver rapes BPO employee, school Girl raped by college boys, 53 year old raped and killed by servant etc. 

Without prejudice the chauvinism has been carried forward to the larger lady figure our very own Bharat mata and  Delhi has relentlessly fucked everything of national interest. Kalmadi did his best to rape the Common wealth games but the media foiled what the CIA couldn't. Thats one, for extra knowledge you must google for reasons beyond mere scoring high at Group discussions for entry into MBA colleges.

Generally Delhi would rank high on horniness, globally. The number of rapes and the brutality of each is as good as the pre Ice age form of living known to man.

By the way Delhi ain't that bad. The infrastructure is an example for the rest of India. I mean where else can you possibly rape some one in a moving Car with fucked up roads.  So kudos! Till you rot hell!



For any delhite reading this. In your defense you might want to quote stats of other states but thats not the point Im making. Unless TOI is making shit up you know what Im trying to say.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Open Letter to Zaid Hamid

Dear Zaid Hamid, 

If in any form material or abstract, This planet could do its bit to show its gratitude to the seamen that lubricates your throat,the Pope would probably do a lap-dance for Paris Hilton; for that alone has empowered your rise to fame, your ability to relentlessly use your Vocal Chords. 

You Sir have joined the esteemed league of Justin Beiber and Rebecca Black 

1. for making it big via the Internet using your Globally substandard and Ethnically superior Oratory skills
2. for sounding like a 14 yr old wanting to pull down the pantie of a 18 yr old 

With due respect to your followers who conferred Knighthood upon you with the non islamic title "Sir" I will carry the same forward throughout the letter (Note: in my case it is to be considered a shorter version of "SirFira") 
I understand you come from a Islamic GiJoe family with your ancestry rooting back to the favorite Lion poo cleaner at the court of Babur(he too was a soldier), to your father who worked as a trainer to young British immigrant kids on the use of combat knives to make kebabs across different terrains. Despite having the military Olive green blood Flowing to your testicles through your yet-to-be-tracked brains You Sir were rejected from the (wait a minute) Pakistan Army??? and under the sorry excuse of eyesight??? How could they simply piss on your the fire of your desire? Deemed inappropriate for combat operations You Sir at the age of 22 set out to confront your post menstrual mood swings and undertook the daring Afghan Jihad and drove the soviets all the way back to Moscow all this without direct divine help (no saviors on white horses, No Sylvester Stallone from Rambo, no Tom Hanks from Charlie Wilson's War giving you stinger missiles)  and your squint vision. Not surprisingly the soviets crumbled. Prior to that Sir, you did manage to pass your Engineering from Najayeez Kasai Institute of Bomb making and Kalashnikov Repairing. But at the age of 22 you set out for glory and spent the next 6 years as a stone age man in the Tora Bora caves of Afghanistan. Fighting with the soviets as a supporting function to the Afghan Jihad you relentlessly pleased the tired jihadis with your motivational speeches and as a make do apparatus for their Libido control. You will be rewarded a few hundred Virgins (probably cattle) in heaven.
Zaid Hamid at his best

Now at the age of 28 that you returned a tired fighter and no real work experience to back your engineering degree. You worked as a security technician fitting camera and fire alarms in the very few Pakistani companies who actually could afford these. Being turned down as a spokesperson cum security analyst  by the Taliban, Lashkar-e-Taiba and the other local governing bodies of your "Mulk" you Sir continued to battle the odds. Despite the post War syndrome taking a dangerous turn into schizophrenia, your determination and unknown source of funding seen you found Brasstacks a Security analyst firm.

Deprived from the world like an Indian Shudhra in the 1800s you made your schizophrenia a shield of Hope for all the mislead, ill Informed Pakistani youth. Joining your cause were the out of the lime light Ali Azmat and Maria B finding ways to get their faces back on PTv. In you they confide and with you they'll swim through the tide. While CIA, RAW and Mossad agents were to busy conspiring against the state of Pakistan the issue you have closely monitored, you built your Counter intelligence services to gain access to first hand information across troubled zones. They  worked day and night in invisible mode only to send you pictures and videos of the Non-circumcised Penis of all these Zionist agents working against your interests in Baluchistan and Waziristan. These images and home shot videos, you broadcasted on the Media of Jewish Origin- Facebook, youtube, twitter and Google. Your  bum-chum Ali Azmat also went to the extent of calling John Lenon a CIA agent and inspiring the world to tune their guitars to a Zionist frequency so eventually the Neo-Con-Zionist regimes would take over the Oil cause frankly after that why would they be interested?

Not to mention your testimony in Lahore family court where you accused your now estranged wife of physically eloping with an Indian RAW agent. The bollywood (gangster movie inspired, formulated in Tel Aviv and financed by the CIA ) plot to get into the soft books of Mrs. Zaid Hamid and do her in broad day light was to simply realise the "Pakistan ki Maa chodni hai" dream. And as planned your wife's deprivation due to your retardation, acknowledged the marginally better Spicy Indian Penis and dumped you. The RAW agent was all tears, choked with guilt but Ali Azmat was reported to have bought extra supply of Vaseline to cement your strategic ties.

Sir your think tank (the Russian confiscated one) accuses RAW of everything including cases of miscarriages and erectile dysfunctions across Pakistan, the only justification would be, Indian agents poisoning the Indus water that flows into those regions. Brilliant!!! only you could converge geography, biology, geo- politics and History.
The list of your manufactured conspiracy theories could be frozen in time with a book called "Fantasies of a Retarded Jihadi"


Now that you plan on Hoisting the flag on the Red fort of Delhi, let me wish you luck after winning in Panipat that is. Your approach is inspired by Hitler without a shadow of doubt, Like you he too first got hold of the youth and then went on to do what he did but what you are forgetting is they were Germans and relied on education and technology, Hitler dint promise his people Men on white horses with swords fighting their enemies. Granted the Indian army ain't the best in the world but your men on horses would fall to their snipers after all.

If you stop collecting funds to aid your mentally challenged cause you could find employment as a clown in a western country. Take my word for it- Do it Now. And ya stop thinking of yourself as important enough to be assassinated by an intelligence agency Just because you'r self proclaimed alter ego calls himself a security analyst the one who nobody acknowledges including the Pakistani media. Granted you are the elite of your country. You know after all how to use a laptop, log on to google, create facebook pages, tweet and allow only approved comments on your rant videos on youtube still a 4th grade kid does that else where. Honestly nobody gives a fuck you know what the rest of the world has things to do like Work, Career, Jobs, family etc.

Trust me Sir start following Hassan Nisar, Pervez Hoodbhoy, Najam Sethi, Asghar Khan and sometime Imran Khan.

To conclude I would want to say: आपके पागलपन की वजह से, कही आपका IqBal का पाकिस्तान एक बाल का पाकिस्तान न हो जाये.


Jaate Jaate ek Sher

एक शेर अर्ज़ करता हु SIR:
आपके अल्फाजो में है क्या जादू??? आपके अल्फाजो में है क्या जादू???
बस तू मु खोल और में पादू.. dhooooooooooooooooooooooooos 

Friday, October 21, 2011

Love you Spam

To a Bitter-twitter, non MBA world, I thought of sparing you the agony of reading Arindham Chaudhry’s books on marketing in a first of its kind attempt to logically end the dispute of what Spam sells and what it doesn’t. Actually and factually everything sells. India by length, breadth, width and depth is a marketer’s dream canvas; you can without guilt, pound naïve masses with offerings of neo-physical importance less to the disappointment of the seller, the hope driven, eager to be uplifted Indian mind never disappoints. This isn’t only about celebrity spam; Jackie Shroff selling  ‘suraksha kawach’ at unearthly hours on TVC sky shop (following which he bagged the prestigious role in Dev Anand’s Chargsheet) and Arindham Chaudhry promising you a flourishing career with Free trips to the moon but about  all those people falling prey to the unknown Dick-enlarging, Wealth distributing, Match Making, Free MBA degree gifting, Jobs giving good Samaritans.
If you go by my inbox, you can wake up in a garage (not having seen a shooting star the previous night) and by night leave for Hawai islands to spend the rest of my life as millionaire playboy. All I’d have to do is pay $10 to add a few inches to break out of the great Indian small dick taboo, take a chunk of Bill Gates’ wealth being transferred to me via his illegitimate offspring in desolated parts of Africa, get in touch with the thermometer breaking, Hot and lonely singles in the vicinity looking for fun and fraandship. Not too sure how I would diplomatically say NO to Sergey and Larry, Narayanmurthy, Azim premji, Ratan Tata and the less persuasive Bill gates, all chasing me with job offers; Obviously for a six digit Indian salary. Few clicks away the cookie crumbles and if you rank slightly above the normal internet IQ you could set a filter in gmail to auto-delete/skip repetitive spammers.
The point is most part of the opportunity deprived populace carries a deep rooted urge of being saved by superman, and a local or Nigerian super-spammer-man gets you by your gut and makes you pay for it. Year on Year thousands of Indians fall prey to especially job-scandals and the best deals on Viagra (we will discuss that separately). Mails promising you job interviews in TCS, Infosys, Wipro, Microsoft, Google, Oracle, SUN etc. always ask you to deposit some amount in some PO Box number not used since the 1972 blockbuster Victoria No. 203. The more tech-savvy spammers would go the extra mile to register similar sounding domains (ex: www.jobsintatamotors.com). For as little as Rs. 1500 you can start fetching profiles from jobsites and monetizing every bit of information which is resold to marketers and spammers (by the way both are to be treated separately). WTF???