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Disclaimer: This post is a work of total fiction with resemblance to any dead or alive is deliberate but still I don’t take any responsibility of hurt feelings. During the writing and proof reading no animal, organism, Tushhar Kapoor, Sajid Khan or other jokers were harmed, though I terribly wanted that. If jailed; you can meet me during the visitor’s hours and please come with food; pasta favoured over Chapattis. ************* Secularism-The life blood of Indian politics. If someone’s speech ends without the use of this word or Arnab Goswami’ show ends without this word being brought up by Meenakshi Lekhi and her gang; it’s an act of blasphemy and you can be forced to pursue your post graduation in Management from IIPM; number ONE in global exposure. Secularism’s seed was buried by the great King Akbar. He married queens of nearly three major religions to show how secular he was and tried every possible position of Kamasutra during the night to get his “religious” descen

Disclaimer: This article is both work of some crazy idea and Indian moral values. During the writing session, no animal, single cell organism, orgasm or Tushhar Kapoor (unfortunately) was killed. It has every fucking resemblance to what Indian politics has become and Arnab Goswani's "Nation wants to know, Am I an asshole?" The content is for adults +18. Parent's discretion required. Ohhh!...who gives a shit to this...Just read it and forget it... ********** India is known for three great things. There is one Taj Mahal; the epitome of love, some call it, seeing which all ladies go GaGa; who was actually built by a mother f***er (Yes, I mean he slept with his sixth wife to get his what 14th kid or something and when she died, he then married her sister and became sister F...ahem that's a different story), with due respect to its magnificent architecture. Then it’s Bandra Worli Sea link, who is smaller than some nigga's dick (or I think they think

The sun was out and the birds could be seen trying to touch the sky and making enough noise, as if telling me “Wake up, if we are trying why aren’t you?” I woke up with dreary eyes still trying to recollect the dream I saw last night. The pillow was resting on the floor, covered by a bed sheet. Lamp was flickering periodically with a little pause here and there on the side table, completely made up of wood with some Italian design on the top, and a known fragrance was tickling my nose. My head was throbbing, as if hit by something hard. I was half covered with a white blanket which had a dark red stain on it. I could sense something on the right side of my forehead; a bruise. My fingers quickly rushed towards that bruise, to be surprised by a medicated tape. ‘Was I hit by a mob?’ I thought with a rather strange feeling of excitement. But, I couldn’t recall anything; ‘May be because of the bruise’, I thought. I stood up and then I realised that I was in an unknown territor