PROSTITUTION: MY WAY OF LIFE

Yes, it is my way life, I am a Proud Prostitute,
I myself choose this way, rather than living as a destitute.

I have a freedom to choose a way of my delight,
I am so happy, prostitution brought me to limelight.

I work as a sex-worker, and I earn a lot of money,
Sometimes my customers are sex freaks, sometimes they are good bunny.

I always wanted a job, which along with money gives me pleasure most,
After trying many professions, I got the one, about which I can boast.

Every night in search of customer, I go to market and put my body on sale,
Less money will ed up in a neglected fish, more money can buy you a beautiful big whale.

Sometimes if the guy is rich and he is very handsome,
On discounted rate, he get two girls and we all end up in a threesome.

Experience is very enriching and every night is new,
There was a time once, when people waited for me in long queue.

I don't see anything wrong in it, it is my way of life,
Some people enjoy with me, and some enjoy with their wife.

But whenever these law keepers catches me, they put me in jail,
I can come out only after paying money, for my bail.

Both parties (Prostitute & customer) agrees in it, so why has it been criminalized?
It is very fair profession, so it should be legalized.

People having intelligent brain, use it for earning cash,
Then if I use my beautiful body, why Am I considered a piece of trash?

Who says it is against the nature, or an heinous act,
Have you ever seen a dog or a horse, keeping their marriage pact.

When the mating season starts, they do put all their force,
In search for a suitable partner, for doing intercourse.

Sex with many partners, cannot be considered a crime,
Polygamy was a integral part of Indian Culture for a long time.

Why are we looked down with disdain, and about us there is so much fuss,
Were Apsaras of heaven, really different from us?

When Geisha in Japan, can be treated with so much respect,
Then why are we here treated as a crime suspect.

For the Right to equality & Right to Freedom, it is such a safe bet,
Even an ugly person an choose someone to make love, a good girl, he can get.

A desperate person can pay for it, and fulfill his desire,
Its is better than to rape a girl, and cause her life to expire.

So many benefits of this trade, I have counted here,
That we cannot afford to avoid legalizing it, by another year.

For legalizing prostitution, as I have cleared all your doubts,
May be you should also join me in my legal prostitution demanding shouts.

Champu to Champ

नया - नया join करा है मैंने school,
पर अभी मैं नही लगता एकदम cool।

कद मे , मैं हूँ छोटा,
और हूँ थोड़ा ज्यादा मोटा।

झूठ नही बोलता मे कभी, मैं हूँ एकदम सच्चा,
इसिलए मेरे दोस्त समझते है, मुझे एकदम छोटा बच्चा।

मेरी मम्मी डालती है रोज़ मेरे सर पैर तेल,
जो दींन्भर रहता है, जैसे हूँ कोई लम्बी रेल।

कोई दोस्त बना नही मेरा अभी,
पर चम्पू कह कर चीढाते है सभी,

मुझसे बोलना है, हरएक के लीए पाप,
है भगवन क्यूँ दिया तुने मुझे ऐसा शाराप ।

Christ-the king मैं, मैं था एकदम हीरो,
वहाँ के सहपाठी लगते थे मुझे एकदम जीरो।

सब लोग जानते थे मुझे वहाँ,
समझ मे नही आता, कैसे सब बदल गया यहाँ।

पर मैं भी लेता हूँ एक पर्ण आज, की सब कुछ जाएगा बदल,
चम्पू के दोस्त होगे सब यहाँ पर, आज नही तो कल।




After few years...
बदल गया जी बदल गया,
सब कुछ एकदम बदल गया,

अब में स्कूल के Karye-Kramo में ढोल बजाता हूँ,
और मौका मीलने पर गाना भी गाता हूँ।

सुनता हूँ sirf HOOBSTANK, LINKIN PARK और GUNS and ROSES,

अब में समझ गया हूँ GUITAR के STRINGS and MUSIC का पूरा PROCESS।

Chitra-kala में भी, में की है shreththa हासील,
बहुत कम लोग है class में, जों है Chitra-kala में इतने काबील।

Cricket, Football और Skating में नही हूँ मैं अभी अव्वल,
पर एक din आएगा, जब उसमें भी सब मानेंगे सब मेरा बल।

जब मैं पहली बार class मैं अच्छे MARKS लाया था,
Adhyapika ने पूरी Class में तालीयों से मेरा स्वागत करवाया था।

Teachers का चहेता हूँ मैं अब,
Class मे दोस्त है मेरे सब।

देश-वीदेश के सीक्के जमा करने का शौक भी मुझे लगा,
और मम्मी-पापा का collection मुझे वीरासत में मीला।

अब में सर पर Hair-Gel लगाता हूँ,
अब मम्मी के Cream-Powder से अपने को गोरा बनाता हूँ।

जैसे-जैसे मैं advance होता गया,
मेरे नाम का कद घट्ता गया।

CHAMPU से "U" अलग हो गया,
अब Champu, Champ हो गया।

KAL-TURE

Westernization is the buzzword, and changing culture is the reality here,
But at the same time, hues and cries of preserving it are everywhere.

There was a time, when Joint Family was considered an honor,
Now only Nuclear Family can be seen, as everyone wants to become his own owner.

These days dresses are getting shorter and shorter and girls are becoming skinny,
Now on the beaches you can see unprecedented number of girls going out in bikini.

Lets talk about the language, which is changing day by day,
Now 'chaddi' is an English word, and everyone knows the meaning of GAY.

Spelling of 'you' has changed to 'U'.
And instead of writing 'to' we do write '2'.

Are we losing it, or is it getting evolved?,
It seems to be a mystery, which has not yet been solved.

Think of time, when language was not fully developed,
What would it have been, if our ancestor have kept the same time preserved.

It was never the language which received the accolades of any,
But the ideas, conveyed through language, which were treated holy by many.

Language is nothing, but just a means of communication,
Only the appropriate one should be used, which leaves no room for a different interpretation.

Language is a part of culture, a very useful tool,
Speaking in English to an ignorant villager, cannot be considered cool.

Now we should stop looking for old tradition, 'coz it is something we can never find,
And this should be understood, that change is happening only for betterment of Mankind.

There is nothing which can make this culture dissolve,
It is the way, how this culture is gonna evolve.

Last Night

I am flying high in the sky, it seems like I'm going to moon,
Oh my God! You are so great, You blessed me with such a boon.

Last night was not very good, at home I was not feeing fine,
What should I do? Where should I go? I was thinking all the time.

No one was at home and here I was alone,
I was feeling sick and thinking, Should I also have gone?

At same time I was hungry, so I decided to sit down to dine,
I ate 2 apples and 3 bananas, and suddenly I was feeling on cloud nine.

A brilliant idea came to me, which will let this time pass,
I went out to the market, and came back with a bottle and a glass.

On returning back, I realized, I forget something, for which I will have to go back,
I again went and searched the market, and returned with a cigarette pack.

I sat down with a glass in hand and all other preparation done,
I lit a cigarette which will signal this One-Man party to begun.

Next thing I did was, I turned on the TV,
Now I was searching for channels, which can keep me busy.

I opened the bottle and in glass some alcohol I poured,
I was pretty sure at that time, that no more will I feel bored.

I said cheers to myself, to the the emptiness of this world, today I will drink,
There is nothing in this world , which can bring it to destruction's brink.

My first cigarette was over, so one more I did lit,
I was happy that I was having 18 more safe in my kit.

Smoke was here , smoke was there, it was everywhere in the room,
I was careful with cigarette butts, so tomorrow I don't have to clean the ash with a broom.

I switched off the fan, and started making smoke ring,
I enjoyed every successful attempt, a smile it did bring.

Dreadful moment came , when to loo, I had to go,
With weaken muscles and trembling legs, I said to myself 'No'.

Four hours were already gone and I was thinking of past time,
Why did Pissu got crushed, what was his crime?

I remembered the previous booze sessions, which we friends together had,
Considering the time and situation, this one was also not bad

Time was going in a way, which was very easy,
By this time alcohol was showing its effects, and I was feeling dizzy.

I had started at nine, and now it was four,
Only 10 cigarette were left, and empty bottle was lying on floor.

At that time I was feeling very high,
So I decided, that for today I should say to whiskey, Good-bye.

Last thing I remember, was a bottle of whiskey besides my bed,
When I tried to wake up in morning, I found out, I was already dead.

BHOOMIPUTRA

If India is a man, with many different organs,
People of India is the blood which keeps it in the working condition.

It is the mutual relationship which keeps every organ alive,
But without blood almost none of the organ can thrive.

Though the lungs purifies, heart pumps the blood,
It is the veins which keeps every organ flood.

Bharat is a country, a union of states,
Divisive attempts of anyone will not be forgiven as mistakes.

Concept of only bhoomiputra working is old and orthodox,
'Coz constitution does not allows citizens to be confined to a box.

But lets imagine once satisfying the demands of these hooligan,
Lets suppose Immigration to other states is banned by constitution.

Now Aish, Salman, SRK, and Amitabh will have to leave the state,
For increasing the possibility of bhoomiputra in industry and jobs for them to create.

Now other states will boycott the movies of which Bollywood boast.
And eventually the industry will repent over the fan base , it lost.

But the problem of over population is still continuing on,
Lets ban the people within the state to move freely on.

Aaahh!!! now the city seems to be a better place to live,
But every morning many problems, the crowd from residential area give.

Every one seems to be moving in only one direction,
Can't they find the work in there own residential location?

Residents of Nariman point are going mad everyday,
Lets take a pledge and keep the Residents of suburbs at bay.

Wow!!!....now the city seems to be so good and empty,
But why is everyone now complaining of the shine, lost by the city.

People there is one thing that we INDIANS must understand,
We should never be guided by these unreasonable, unrealistic, divisive, fancy leaders band.

There is nothing good that leaders, through these divisive demands can provide,
They can only weaken their own people, and cause them to divide.

रीसेर्वेशन का खेल

In the name of name , Every name we do blame,

It’s a game of name, Let ‘s play The Reservation Game.

For our country, was it the last resort?

Or as some people say it was a horrible death note.

It was not the holy man standing with the church bell,

But it was a Satan who was ringing motherland’s death knell.

It was a mistake, which was later on blundered,

Coz it shattered many dreams, and left them plundered.

Eight amendment of the constitution in nineteen fifty nine,

Extended SC/ST reservation, for another 10 year of time.

23^rd, 45^th, 62^nd, & 79^th amendment did the same,

And the policy makers kept the principles of morality and reasoning lame.

Tamil Nadu Reservation Act in 1994, definitely pleased some community,

It granted 69% reservation, and 9^th schedule provided it Judicial Review immunity.

In the year 200, 82^nd amendment kept Supreme Court’s 1996 decision aside,

Relaxation in qualifying marks and evaluation, in job reservation and promotion were restored to this reservation tide.

In the year 2002, again 85^th amendment was carried on,

With accelerated seniority provided to SC/ST members, Promotion hopes of many senior Upper-class officials were gone.

All this was not enough, widely popular elected members thought of doing something more,

With this intention I 2005, they gave private unaided educational institutions The Reservation Sore.

Reservation was an easier way with faster statistical outcomes,

But the UPPER-class always says, reservation was weakening India’s gums.

Stronger affirmative action could have proven to be a boon,

It would have supported deserving people, like a child is fed with a spoon.

This unbiased reservation policy is creating a new diversification,

In the backward society it is causing bifurcation.

A shudra is getting exploited by his own shudra brother,

Economic and social gaps are coming between the sons of same mother.

Admission to the reserved seat enhances his brain,

While his brother, is now also cleaning drain.

Mr. Better Brain has become rich and a part of creamy layer,

But his son is now also a reserved player.

For his many generations, Mr. Better Brain has a very good plan,

After all they are still the part of same socially backward clan.

Calling a son of Priest, as a son of priest will not be considered as an act of treason,

But calling a son of shudra, as a son of shudra, will definitely land you up in prison.

On the other hand, we have a brother, who was cleaning the drain,

His son is struggling for the same seat, as the son of Mr. Better Brain.

A simple paper, known as a caste certificate,

For many new avenues, it is a free ticket.

Neither it is a vote bank politics, nor the policy makers with any community has got any romance,

They are just trying to give, everybody a fair chance.

Shudra are equally intelligent, but in examination their genes would not let them score,

So for equal opportunities, not the better infrastructure but only a reserved seat can ensure.

छोटी बच्ची

She is so small, she is so big,
She is so cute, an angel she is.

She looks so beautiful when she smiles,
She looks even more beautiful when she cries.

This beauty has a thing which among girls is very very rare,
She has an intelligent brain, which you will find nowhere.

Her quietness makes you wonder that’s what is going in her brain,
But once she starts talking, your head gets totally drain.

LOL LOL she keeps on repeating,
Without an idea how much it is irritating.

Hey man, what the hell are the words she uses very often,
Listening to them so many times, makes you feel like going inside a coffin.

For the preservation of her secrets which you have kept.
She will tell you about every person she ever met,

She is a Big Mouth, so it is very easy to do her blackmail,
May be that’s why she is hiding about the BOGEYMAN and his detail.

She is a frog, an ugly little frog J
Whose sources of energy gets never clog.

Always she is so full of so spirit and enthusiasm,
I wonder I wonder, and keep on wondering sometimes.

Oh my GOD she is so very ACCHI,
She is such a wonderful CHOTI BACCHI.

GROSS.....Play-BOY-Play......MISTAKE

Teacher, Scientist, what to do you want to become,
When I was a small kid, to me same question had come.

Dreams were many and my ambitions were high,
I didn’t wanted to follow the path, which many people had passed-by.

So I was searching for a career, full of ginnis and fame,
I was only 11, and my age was to play simple game.

Being a member of Gen-X, I can’t be withhold
I was the lord of my life, so as I wish it to be I’ll mould.

Somewhere I heard about Mr. Hefner and his company,
Who was paying his employees astronomical amount of money.

Job was easy and nothing was not at stake,
Just appear on some print media, and there was no chance of mistake.

His employees were celebrities in themselves; they were famous and rich,
They were going in sedan and wearing the clothes which designers will stitch.

Of their whole body they were supposed to take immense care,
After all they were the fittest people who can be found nowhere

Good body and astronomical money, sounded lucrative to me,
From that day, only limos and journalist around me, I could see.

Then I decided to join that stream,
Sacrificed my all chocolates and cream.

In front of mirror, I used to stand, staring at my face,
Every effort I used to do, to get some extra grace.

To reduce my melanin content, and make myself white,
I dropped pears, pulses and all the dark things that came to my sight.

I was running for 2 miles everyday,
And was not missing milk even for a single day.

In my class I was the shortest among everybody,
So I tied a rope, and started stretching my body.

After 24 months I was at zenith of my beauty,
Now I was trying to contact Mr. Hefner to join my duty.

This taxing routine continued for two years,
Something happened after that which broke me to tears.

At the age of 13, I read playboy for the first time,
I was happy and sad, shocked and amazed at the same time.

The magazine I was planning to join was not for me,
It was only for girls, that too beautiful only.

Dreams were shattered, whole planning was gone,
And there was no plan-B ready, to carry-on.

At the time I was planning to cut my success cake,
I realized that it was a Gross mistake, A Gross Mistake

Placement Time

This rhyme expresses the views of many BITSIANS who have waited for this moment eagerly but as it approaches near they gets drowned in the feeling of .......yada yada yada.......

Read it enjoy it and see if you can find yourself in it:

I came to Pilani, as a guy,
Who was stupid, and very shy.

I studied, Or rather tried to study.
Grades I got, Were mostly C and D.

Now the CDCs have gone, and the placement time has come,
When I meet the Probable candidates , they looks simply awesome.

Companies are many, but the target is one,
To get into it, extreme efforts, people have done.

Everyone thinks himself impeccable, having attained perfection,
In their own words, let me give you certain illustrations.

I’am small, my CGPA is high,
And My mama says I’m the best guy.

Of a big organization, I was the secretary,
So I will be a big Gun, in their territory.

Three hundred students were there, and I was their Coordinator,
My Experience shows, in that company I will be an ideal administrator.

Famous I’m for my dedication and sincerity,
Everyone believes I can perform any task with dexterity.

On the whole campus, I am most beautiful,
So I can keep company’s employees very dutiful..

My arms are big, and body is strong
Undoubtedly I ‘m the best candidate that can come along..

Intelligent I am, and the stamina is high,
So my application, how can they deny?

20 cigarettes I smoke daily, and a quarter I do drink,
In Jungles of Nigeria or snowfields of Siberia, I can survive without a blink.

When it come to crypto or breaking of code,
Friends let me tell you its my own abode.

I was created in this world to talk, so God for the first stage let us make an accord,
Let my resume get selected once, In the GD/interview I’ll show them my real sword.

My achievements are many, and certificates uncountable,
Oh my God! How will I fit them In the space allowable.


May be I look more like a boy but I heard for girls they have a quota,
Thinking of this gives me joy, that my chances are there though iota.

In such a scenario, Some time I enjoy some time I fear,
Now I have decided, that it’s the time for me to disappear.

Qualities are many, but no one knows what they want from us,
One thing is for sure, that most of them will end up with a BUS.

Birthday

Birthday...

Should I be happy, Should I be sad.

Should I enjoy, Or should I feel bad.

Yeah its right , I came in this world today,

But..alas....today my life got shortened by one day.

Last year on this day I was supposed to live 20 more years,

but now......Now only 19 are left.

The days will go on, my birthdays will pass by,

then will come the one day when...when...when the song of celebration will turn into requiem and I will die.