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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...

Life was going through rough side both for my broadband service and my twenty four hours. Although partially atheist, I was yelling at god “Please put me on that planet which has more number of hours...please!” But god was busy with the Euro cup 2012  and by the way ’Who cares about someone like me?’ I thought. I was getting irritated due to excessive heat at training site and no connection with my friends due to internet service failure. My nights were going like sand through my fist and my day seemed like longer than a year. Human beings have been programmed to work for their belly and their kin. Although there was no stipend for me during this training but this will eventually add on my resume and hence to my future job and hence to my future perspective and hence training. One can easily sum of his life in following 11 steps to heaven: Step 1: Thank god for the perfect mating of your parents. Step 2: Come out of your mother’s womb after nine months of your paren...