Rapes, Mohan Bhagwat and Asaram Bapu

He came to me, all depressed, dishevelled and tamed.

Me- Dude are you OK?

Senti Singh- Yeah Man, I am good, body temperature is 102 F

Me- Ahhh...so they changed it from 98.6!!! Anyway why you look sad?

Senti Singh- She didn't even call me to ask how I am man. She is important to me.

Me- ...

The guy had a 102 F and that was not bugging him at all, what was bugging him was that "his girl" hadn't called him. Love does crazy things to people. I wanted to explain to him a lot of things, to infuse sanity into him and may be get him into a Love Rehab but then i refrained myself. He is necessary to the society. People like these are an indication that the future for girls is safe and secure in India. The hard work put in by these protests, marches and organisation hasn't made much impact on his kind of people but that fever has made him realize the importance of women. For such kind, women are not merely vital for life but are actually REVITAL for life. These guys can never allow female foeticide not because it's morally wrong or it's equivalent to murder but because they fear that may be down the line when their sons are suffering from 102 F there would be no girl to ask them how they are and thus cure him!!! No offence to any medicos because for the rest of us allopathy still works. Well to each man his own the ultimate result is a girl child saved.

So the best way to make Delhi safe is through Biotechnology Advancement. If we could somehow infuse every boy in Delhi with Oxytocin (the love hormone) and make them feverish at 102 F, we might be able to make them realize the Vital importance of girls in life thereby teaching them how to respect women. One way or the other. Problem Solved...

What RSS chief Mohan Bhagwat said in his highly controvercial speech about Men, Women and Marriage, for which he was grilled; he was merely trying to underline what our Senti Singh is experiencing.  Mr Mohan Bhagwat ofcourse added the RSS flavour to it. What this proves is that Sita would have been saved not by calling Ravan bhaiya but probably by asking Ravan how he was and making him realize the importance of women in life. I am afraid I can't agree with you Asaram Bapu in your Men, Rape and Sisters speech. I mean Senti Singh definitely has a sister who called her up to ask, how he was, yet his fever stayed at 102 F...

P.S- Sorry yar Senti Singh, just couldn’t control myself :P   

Withdrawal Symptoms 1

                                                             

So there i was sitting dishevelled on the bleachers of the football ground. It was a breezy afternoon with the smell of freshly mown grass and of the upcoming spring prevalent in the air. The temperature was just perfect, neither hot, nor cold and not at all humid. The best part however was the Football practice of the university girls’ team going on there. The heaving and sweating bodies, the grunts of putting in efforts and the flushing of the cheeks was a sight to cherish. Had it been any other time I would have indeed cherished it, I mean it’s not every day in IIT do you get to see 23 girls running with their shorts flapping and T-Shirts hugging to their bodies. But nothing was interesting to me that day, not weather, not smell, not even girls. I tried to put myself into the book again. I had come to the ground because the room was biting me. I needed some fresh air. The book couldn’t keep hold of my interest.

I wanted my dose; I had to have it, desperately, anyhow, by hook or by crook. I felt as if I had to put in efforts to breathe. My head was feeling kind of funny yet nothing worth laughing came out when i spoke. So what was it? My body temperature was slightly elevated and I had previously run to mess for food and yet couldn’t swallow one single bite. I was trying to fight against it, not to succumb to it but like a camel in a marshy land, I was getting caught up more and more. My efforts were only fuelling my burning desire. I tried to stop that craving by biting my thumb, by running a 100 m dash, by jumping from 10 feet but all in vain, none could give me that high which i wanted. And then after trying all what i can think of which was nothing much seeing that my brain was numb; I decided to have my dose- I called her...