Blast it ...

Damn these Politicos that are ruining the lives of countless for their whims of fancies.

The blast in one of the Submarines has hit it hard... they are close to my heart .. The Naval servicemen. I grew up amongst them. I know what a hard life the families have to lead when the Bread earner is away for long periods of time and now No More.

My heart is heavy and there is an anger unfathomable for the loss of lives due to negligence.

No more can I ever say that I am proud to be an Indian.

Let me begin with a Colourful Character ... From #TheBookOfTrolls

Is This Really Master Saab alias Bankelal ? Good Question!

He goes by the name ... the very personification of the name BankeLal ... meaning a man with a Flirtatious character. The Twitter handle name @master_saab popularly known as Bankelal as Big B supposedly knows him as... an addict who is constantly on Twitter telling people he is a Teacher in some school in Uttar Pradesh. He ensnares and traps women with sweet words and guides them towards DMs ... yes, Direct Messages from where his game begins.

Bankelal alias Master Saab or Latest Dr. Chandru , a Scholar and Physicist from France for Girls in DM s and Gtalk and rediffmail. Name it and the guy has numerous ids to fake a love and profess to the unsuspecting members of the opposite sex.

When a sting operation was done to expose his truth, he turned around and cast aspersions on me with frustrated gusto. But guess what all that he said is well documented to catch him red handed on the job.

Now, what is the truth about this character? Is he really Chandru or just another jobless youth looking for trapping a rich girl for a nice life ahead. I have never known Scientist and Scholars to find time to be online on Social Networking sites for 20 hours a day. When would they perform their experiments? Right?

A Teacher on Twitter all the time? When does he go to School to Teach?

A jobless youth with a way with words . Yes! A con man indeed.

Sharing some footage from my very private conversation with this so called character >>>


"I am a very private person, who keeps his personal life away from people on Twitter, who come here only for Time pass..." Dude! What are you doing on Twitter then? I question.



Why are people hiding their identities ? Why can't they show their true selves and still do whatever they are doing behind masks and fake names? Why even fake everything about your existence?



More on this colourful being in the Next Blogpost under #TheBookOfTrolls

...And, The Story goes like this ...

Sometime around four years ago, a mind at unrest decided something had to be done to put it to rest. And, lo behold! The idea to write the anecdotes of alter lives people live came to mind.

And, The Social Networking Site 'Twitter' was the feeding ground for the beast within the Grey matter of that individual. A place where people frustrated from the daily grind of their monotonous lives lead an alternate life under fake handles as the Twitter identity is termed. Some use it productively to enhance the quality of their staid laid back lives. Some use it to improve their bank balances by conning people especially bored housewives and young girls new on Twitter. Failed people in Real lives making various handles and talking to themselves via those handles. Fun indeed watching a man talk to his own alternate handle as another individual.

It is fun to watch or as in Twitter vocabulary 'Troll' these people, read their Time Lines and their open lies. Fun to watch them make tall statements against the Government and eminent personalities but themselves leading lives of Lies.

These men and woman who have no individuality of their own. No sense of good and bad, pass judgments on others as if they are an authority on Human Psychology.

So, remain glued to the post to read each individual's life story , their reality and alternate life on Twitter ....

#TheTrollBook

Aberrations ...

I have seen them ...
I have felt them ...
They mean no harm ...
They just want to interact ...
Finish unfinished conversations...
With loved ones...
Yes, I have seen them ...
Aberrations ...
Ghosts as commonly known ...
They are just a minor apparitions from a different realm...
They speak to me via silent vacant eyes ...
Of Loved ones lost ...
Of stories yet to be written ..
Of Songs cut short ...
I believe them ...
I believe in aberrations ...
I believe in the Ghosts ...
They talk to me...
I converse with them ..
A silent cry for help ...
A prayer ...
They are beautiful souls ...
Lost souls.

Teeing off ...

Life becomes ...
One Big game of Golf ...
Teeing off ...
Hitting the ball ...
Either into the Greens ...
Towards the First hole ...
Or putting the ball into a pond nearby ...
Or in a pit of Sand.

I remember seeing them ....
Gulls ... Seagulls ...off the course ...
Next to the Arabian sea...
The Tormenting Sea ...
waves hitting the Rocks on the Shore ...
The Barricades ...
The Balustrade ...
The Clubhouse ...
Fun .... in sea water drenched atmosphere.

The setting Sun behind ...
The mint tea sitting on the white round table ..
With wicker chairs around it.
I remember ...
I remember Teeing off from there.
I remember the Swim ..
The swim in the pool beside the Sea....
The Club Sandwich I tucked into ...
The mint tea to wash it down with.

Yes, I tee'ed off from there ...
Soaring high into the Sky...
Like my favourite character ...
Jonathan Livingstone Sea Gull ...
Bach would have been so inspired.

Yes, I remember Teeing off ...
On wings of an Eagle ...
Soaring high above the Clouds ...
Above the Birds in a flock ....
My World ...
Bright and Beautiful ...
From up above .

Yes, I remember Teeing off the course.

Unwritten Story ...

A Story that began ...
I had all the purpose and the script was ready...
But, then I decided to Shelve it ...
Bad decision...
Now, all gone ..
Squandered away with time ...
Hurt feelings ...
Like shards of glass on the floor ...
And, I tread upon this ..
Painful ...
Experiencing pain ...
An ache I can't tell.
Yes, I realize it pained you ...
It pained me too...
It still pains me ...
The dull ache ..
The sleepless nights ...
All there ...
Screaming away ...
I am bereft of a smile even ...
I axed my own foot.
An unwritten story ..
Ended before it began.

Teri Baatein hi sunaaney aaye ...

Iss dil mein armaan badey hein...
Par tamanna ka kya hai ...
Kuch haasil nahiho jo ...
Teri baatein hi toh ...
Sunaaney aaye hain.

Bahut socha ...
Bahut fikraa kiye ...
Par jo dil tadpaa ...
Ki aansoon humne hi diye ...
Toh ehsaas ne zhakjhor diya...
Tumhe apni baatein hi toh ...
Sunaaney aaye hein.

Jo dil mein khot hota...
Toh tujhe kuch naa batetey ...
Par dil hai ...
Toot kar bhi bataa hi diya ..
Jaantey hein galat kiya ...
Par inkaar toh naa kiya...
Apni baatein hi toh bataney aye hein..
Tujhse teri baatein hi baataney aaye hein.

I chose to Tell him the Truth ...

Yes,  I could have been Happy today.
A false joy ...A false life ...
A false identity ....
I coul have been so happy in a false Love today.

Yet, I chose to invite aches in my Life ...
This time round ...
I killed my Love ...
I murdered it with the spade of Truth ...
Hammered into a person...
Nonchalant and uncaring.

I could have carried on with ....
Sweet nothings and enjoyed his selfless Love...
I chose to Tell him the Truth...
That did me in ...
That left me in pain ...
That set our love on fire.

There is no guilt here...
Coz' I chose to Tell him the Truth.

I chose death of our Love ...
Over lies and dishonesty.
My Fault I chose to be the martyr ...
My fault I chose death of our Love.

It could have been a great Friendship ...
I chose anonymity over his anger...
I chose diktats of my personal being ...
I heard him....
I chose him...
Am all alone and he with the World he created.

Am happy he is happy without me ...
Am glad he laughs and smiles..
Am Sad ...
I am not there with him ..
Nor he with me.
I chose this Destiny....
I could have chosen otherwise ...
I would have been so Happy ...
So Selfish.

I chose Truth over Lies ...
I lost him there.

I chose Solitude and pain over False Joy.