What are they ?
How many definitions of dreams exist today..?

Dreams are dreams, something that can never be seen,
Yet they are a part of a person’s future vision.

Dreams are like Goal in Football, Wicket or a six in cricket,
And in life, They are the very purpose of it…

Dreams are like the fuel that drives an individual’s life,
And at the end of the journey, satisfaction is acheived in its strife….

Dreams can never be felt,
Yet the feeling of acheiving a dream is invincible.

Dreams cant be expressed,
You might not acheive it but never feel depressed.

Coz the real fighter is he who never gives up till the end,
Even though after numerous failures, our heart might tend.

Some say, ‘Dreams are different from reality’,
Some even say, ‘Dreams can never be reality’,
But i feel There is no reality if there is no dream.

If you dont have the heart and the vigour to make your dream, a reality,
Your name will be lost,
Your existence will be lost,
But if u have a larger than life dream, and the will to achieve it,
Long after you have gone, people will still remember you,
REMEMBER YOU IN THEIR DREAMS………..

————-LIFE IS WORTHLESS WITHOUT A ‘DREAM’———————–

“Curiosity. You’re going to want to know…what it tastes like.”
A line from one of her favourite movies.
Well, she did want to know what it tasted like. She’d been wondering for years. And now she was ready to find out.
It was an experiment, don’t you see?
She’d researched it for weeks. Looking for the best way to get what she wanted, with the least inconvinience.
She was ready.
She hoped she’d remember what it had felt like. She guessed she would.
After all, she did believe in reincarnation.
Deep breath.
She plunged the knife into her jugular.

Hi. My name is Jason. Jason Bond. I was born yesterday. Funny that I already have a Facebook profile, right? Yeah, I think so too. But I was told (not very long, that’s cause I was born just yesterday) that this is the world. I don’t have a passport, birth certificate, social security number, resident card or any of that crap. My sole identity is my Facebook account. Do I have friends? Oh no, not yet, I’m just a day old. My only friends are Mr and Mrs Bond (I haven’t met them, they seem to be in my “friends” list on Facebook). I talked to them today (using Facebook chat). They taught me how to make more friends. It’s really simple. I just need to “add” them. If they wanna be friends with me, they will accept my “friendship”.

There’s nothing that I have. Just this thing which allows me to access something called facebook.com (they said it’s a website. I asked them what a website was. They said Facebook was a website. They also said that back in the day, there were other websites, billions of them. But they gradually became extinct. Facebook killed them all. So now Facebook is a website and a website is Facebook).

I’m gonna make some friends now. There’s more I can do here on Facebook than just make friends. It says here that I can upload pics. But I dunno what pics I should upload. What if I just don’t wanna upload pics? (these questions are all answered by the Facebook bot, wow, he sure as hell must be a smart guy). “No, you have to upload pics. It’s a rule that every on Facebook follows. Since everyone who is on Facebook follows it, it means that EVERYONE uploads pics.” Is there anyone who doesnt’s upload pics? “No, everyone is on Facebook. There is no one who is not on Facebook. Facebook is the universe and therefore everyone uploads pics.”

Ok, so now I gotta take pics and then upload them so that I can be a law-abiding Facebook citizen. Ummm, let me see. There, that thing over there, which I take a crap in, I’ll take a pic of that. Done. I’ve uploaded it. Oh wait, the bot is telling me I have to upload more pics. Now what pics should I upload? My diapers. Yeah, my diapers are important to me, so I’ll take pics of my diapers. There, I’ve uploaded them too.

The bot is telling me that this is not enough. Apart from uploading pics, I have to do other things too. I gotta “talk” to my friends. Wait, what do you mean by “talk”? The bot tells me that by I can “talk” by writing stuff on my friends’ “walls”. Ok. Done, I just wrote something on this guy’s “wall.” But why do they call it “wall”? That big concrete thing over there, isn’t that a wall?

There’s these noises that I can make. No, not the ones that I make when I fart or take a crap. These noises that emanate from my mouth. Can my “friends” make these noises too (no, not the fart noises, I’m pretty sure they can make those)? Wouldn’t it be simpler to communicate by making these noises? I mean, hey, there must be a reason I can make these noises. I even seem to have weirdass outgrowths on the sides of my head that seem to pick up these noises. Yes, there’s surely a purpose to be fulfilled by making these noises. But what purpose? The bot says that making these noises that come outta my mouth is an exercise in stupidity and there is no purpose fulfilled by it.

No, writing on walls is not all that I gotta do. I also gotta write “notes”. What do I write about? The bot tells me not to worry. I’m gonna get “tagged” in someone’s “note” and then that I gotta read that “note” to learn how to write a “note.” Oh lookie, someone’s tagged me. This “note” calls itself “100 things”. There are questions here, about a hundred questions. I gotta copy these questions and answer them and publish it as a note. Can I swap this and do something else? “No” says the bot. “This is law. You are not above the law. Get your ass down to doing this note. NOW!!!!”

Hey, I’m bored now. I just finished that note (not a very interesting thing to do). I wanna entertain myself. “Worry not” says the bot. “You can play some games to entertain yourself”. How do I play games? There’s that old dusty pic of this bunch of guys on the wall (the real wall, the one that’s made of bricks and shit, not the one on facebook). They look happy. I think they are entertaining themselves by kicking that round thing around. Seems interesting. Can I play that game? “Yes, you can. Just search for an “application” called “football” in the Facebook search bar, and add it and then use your keyboard to run and kick that round thing around” says the bot. No, Mr Bot, can I actually kick that round thing around? The bot says, “You most certainly cannot. It’s blasphemous. If you wanna entertain yourself, use these “applications”. Here’s a link, this will take you someplace that lists all the entertainment “applications”.”

I’m getting annoyed now. No, this is not what I wanna do. THIS IS MADNESS!!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!

It Would “NEVER” be a small amount for me and probably ‘Never’ for the corporates as well. But it definitely proves to be a be a petit one for the Zimbabweans who have their bank accounts filled with trillions/Zillions of Zimbabwean dollars or even more.

It is pretty interesting to note how different currencies are dealt amongst each another in terms of exchange rates. But how do we go about dealing with the Zimbabwean dollar? I mean it isn’t a daunting task but the currency conversions are just insane. The figures being,

1 Indian Rupee : Z$52,149

1 USD: Z$2,525,221

1 British Pound: Z$3,695,625.

WOWWWW!!! I feel Rich.

Isn’t it amazing how rich the Zimbabweans function in their daily lives? So literally, they operate as the richest people on earth but technically, it’s a definite NO. It would be like poverty shooting up among billionaires. How cool is that??? Imagine a person saying  < I had gone grocery shopping and the bill summed upto 700 Billion>

???????

As for the present situation the government limits cash withdrawals to Z$100 billion per day,which is less than the cost of a loaf of bread. Recently a report on Zimbabwe’s inflation stated that an egg costs around Z$50 Billion. And also their denominations, the reserve bank of Zimbabwe (RBZ) has issued a bank note of “10 Billion Dollars”

Its weird and interesting to know of how certain things are distinctly structured !!

( A little insight into why the Zimbabwean dollar  fluctuates substantially is because of the soaring inflation which plays around in millions as a %. We’ve all heard of inflation rising/declining  by 2-3 % on a “SANE” basis)

Like a feather in the breeze

I’m floating in mid-air

Mind and body at ease

Where am I? I’m still not aware

Now I’m going higher

Away from the calm sea below

Am I’m still going higher

But where exactly? I really don’t know

Now everything around looks white and gray

I must be in the clouds

Which probably is real far away

From the sea below which the clouds now shroud

Am I in paradise?

But then I must be dead

How did I meet my demise

If I really am dead?

I seem to be alone here

Is someone watching me?

But who is this spying seer

Who I cannot see?

****! My head hurts

Maybe it’s because I’m so confused

Show me your face you ******* pervert

And help me outta this state bemused

Shit! I’m falling down now

Back to the sea below

Gravity suddenly seems to have remembered somehow

That I’m not a feather or a flake of snow

**** you gravity!

I don’t wanna come down

Below to the deep blue sea

For I fear I may drown

But I’m still falling

Down towards the sea

Gravity doesn’t seem to be listening

To my desperate plea

I close my eyes

As I try to stop my descension

Through the turbulent skies

Towards an equally turbulent ocean

Ouch! My body ******* aches

I must’ve hit the water

I open my eyes to find myself lying awake

On the bed which was once my daughter’s

I’ve returned to the real world

This is where I dwell

But I hate this world

My life here is hell

Once upon a time

I was a happy man

Leading a life sublime

Until my tryst with heroin began

I remember the first time

I tried it with a friend

Back then, I was in my prime

A young man trying to follow the latest trend

It was a great feeling

Of euphoria and of joy

That was the beginning

Of an addiction that would destroy

The crystalline white powder

Became my life

My refuge and shelter

Essential for me to survive

It originated in Afghan poppy fields

And found its way to my veins

Travelling thousands of miles through smugglers and peddlers

All the way to my brain

Soon, I lost my job and my family

Money and whatever I had

My wife and daughter hated me

Because of an addiction that had driven me mad

I loved them

My daughter and my wife

But my addiction condemned

Them to leave me and my life

I tried kicking the habit

But life without smack was hellish

I would writhe in pain if I didn’t have a hit

Just like sans water a fish

I survived each dose

But needed another to survive in turn

Heroin made life less painful and morose

But now it was something impossible for me to spurn

I sold everything

To fuel my addiction

And now I’m left with nothing

Except for a life of affliction

There’s no way outta this hell

It’s too late to go back

My only escape

Is another dose of smack.

What people do in the name of faith….or, what faith and devotion moves people to do.

Some take the oath of Diksha and renounce the world, at a very young age, or at the zenith of their career. Some drop a diamond studded cell-phone into a donation box. 

Faith and an urgency to take darshan has resulted in stampedes at temples. Faith drives people to wake up before dawn so that they can be the first to get Darshan at Lalbaugcha Raja (the most popular Ganpati pandal in Mumbai)

Faith moves people to heal.

Faith moves people to strap bombs to themselves and explode in public.

All in the name of God.

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Dear Readers

The crackdown on drunk driving has definitely made the Mumbai roads safer. But the traffic police are taking the enthusiasm a bit too far, and are implementing a ban on music in cars across the city. They believe this will prevent drivers from getting distracted while driving, and will thus reduce road accidents.

An excerpt from the Mid Day (26/08/08): Deputy Commissioner of Police (Traffic, Suburban) S M Sabde said, “Talking on the mobile phone while driving distracts the driver. As does listening to music.” He added that those guilty of playing music in a car will be fined Rs 500 under Section 190 (2) of the Motor Vehicles Act, which deals with violation of standards of road safety, control of noise and air pollution. Why did the cops suddenly decide to crack down on music? “The law always existed. All we are doing is follow it seriously, to prevent losing innocent lives. I have already instructed traffic policemen in my jurisdiction (Mahim to Dahisar) to be extra cautious about such violators. We will come down heavily on them in the coming days,” Sabde reiterated.

Agreed that there should be a fine on loud music in vehicles. But a complete ban on music? It may in fact worsen the problem. I think we all agree that driving on the roads in nearly every major city in India is a stressful and pissing off activity during peak hours. Music is obviously the only way out. From now on the phenomenon of road rage, mostly limited to games like Burnout and Need for Speed, will be something commonly seen on the Mumbai roads.

Those in the radio business will definitely be affected. Radio stations connect these poor souls stuck in cars that are in turn stuck in traffic jams to the world outside that of long rows of vehicles, most of them having pissed off, irritated drivers at the wheel with a chronic habit of honking furiously and swearing at other drivers.

And I fail to understand, how exactly are the traffic cops supposed to distinguish between those cars that have music playing in them from the ones that don’t? Surely, it is impossible to do so unless the music is either very loud or the cop decides to stop the car and check if the guy inside is “distracting” himself with music. Or in extreme cases, such vehicles are identifiable if any of the occupants of the vehicle are seen making weird gyrating movements (imitations of Pappu Cant Dance and Dard-e-Disco are also classified as weird gyrating movements). If the occupant in question is a passenger, the cop is required to verify whether or not it is a personal media device that the music is being played out of. And if it is a personal media device, it has to be verified if the music is being listened to with a pair of headphones thereby not causing any “distraction” to the driver.

I really don’t think betel-chewing beedi-smoking traffic cops would fancy going through the above process for the sake of traffic rules. I predict that to eliminate the lengthy process described above, the next thing that will be banned by the Mumbai Traffic Police will be car stereos and decks. The Traffic Police Dept needs to understand that if there are not enough hats to go around, the problem isn’t solved by lopping off some heads.

Yours Ludicrously

Dear Readers

The following is a news article that focuses on the poor treatment of our freedom fighters, published by the Press Trust of India:

Freedom fighter lives life of neglect and penury

Ruby Nanda
New Delhi, Aug 24 (PTI)

She is a freedom fighter who is fighting another battle — the battle for survival.

Laxmi Panda of Orissa’s Koraput district, who joined the Indian National Army in Burma and fought against the British, is caught in abject poverty and had to work as a maid servant, a shop attendant and a daily labourer.

Panda (84) was here last week to air her grievances before President Pratibha Patil who assured her all possible support from the government.

The freedom fighter has been abandoned by her son and also by the government. She has been running from pillar to post for her freedom fighter pension.

The state government recognises Laxmi as a freedom fighter and gives a paltry pension of Rs 1,000. But the Centre has denied Panda, who fought alongside stalwarts like Captain Laxmi Sehgal, the status of freedom fighter just because she was not arrested by the British.

“Had she been arrested by the British and got a police record, she could have got a pension of Rs 15,000 per month, enough to sustain herself,” says Anil Dhir, a researcher on INA.

Till recently, the octogenarian was sharing a hut with her “drunkard” son who threw her out, leaving her homeless. Once Panda had decided to end her life by immolating herself wrapped in the national flag.

But a positive response by the President, Prime Minister’s Office and Congress president Sonia Gandhi has enthused the frail lady to live on, said Dhir, who is instrumental in tracking her down.

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Disgusting, shameful, disgraceful and shocking. It is often said that India’s youth is not as patriotic as a few generations ago. But who is to blame: the youth itself, or the government that neglects those who put their lives on the line for the country?

Yours Ludicrously