a.k.a Page 3, a.k.a Who's Who (Come on ppleeasseee !!!) - the collective set of people, dismembered from the social fabric encompassing the everyday man by the third estate. Marvelling themselves as the superior creatures of all carnal creation, they fill up the newsprint and the television times of ours with their spanky cars and fancy parties. Hey, I have some news for you Page 3s - Go spend the time jacking off at home than wasting my newsprint.
Let me play Linnaeus, the taxonomist, for a while in order to put you down into species.
First, foremost and definitely not my favorite, Richwifus Horridus - the rattle snake who bit the right man and at the right moment. Blowing 'his'(lovelorn husband's) money on their whims and putting up a farce show to high school chums; that its the unprecendented charm of theirs that took them places. You live life out of a glasscase which you don't even own, rhetorically speaking. Apparently, nothing in this world escapes their intellect and thou's art skills exceed Michelangelo. Destiny, inebriated, has really touched your breast and fondled it.
Secondly, Easycoma Bonasus - the bison/bull who dared the success machine and beat it to pulp. Only, sucess which sways at their feet is apocryphal and factually, should have bedded some other person. Best of the lot in terms of talent but polarised in view and tastes. Avoidable at the party circuit but very important else where. The seminal quality that they possess is they envisage themselves as Jupiter, Mars, Saturn and Venus- not the heavenly bodies but the bodies of heaven - Gods. Subspecies include entertainers, artists, filmstars, TV stars (Whew!!! Its sad that I have to mention them), sportspersons, etc.
Thirdly, Artgallus Ontidate - the most cambric, capricious congregation of chameleons, whose art and social skills are nothing inferior in rank to Himalayas, but whose yardstick of being happening is to be seen around these places. They are 'have beens' and need the publicity for their own betterment. Being in the locus of theirs is very interesting - whether its the lap or the loquacious skills.
Finally, Sephia Hircus - the beautiful strangers, goats, usually on invitation or hired by the desperate host to make tongues wag. They are the wannabes who color the party brown, green, red and all the other colors. Cocktail hogging, pelvis displaying, nonsense mongering - are the primary job of these downtrodden species. Pull a string and all of these fall like nine pins. A very nice company for a nice evening, these are the people whose faces are embossed alongside the Ritchie Riches in the newspapers. (The author fancies their company but is not sure of the long lasting effects)
Great to know you all but how does my life change in anyway, if I get to know you? My friends have been very vocal about how life is changing? or does the new starlet needs to work on her couture? or Do mothers add the right pinch of salt in the midday meal? We are never featured. We are never shown the shortcut to limelight. I guess that it could be this jealousy making me write, but I am sure that the Elite have nothing better than us to talk about. Only, you do that at a much fancier place while we waste our time in a dingy place which reminds people of Cockney urchin infested places. We do it over coffee and croissants while you do it over caviar and cocktails. Everything claimed and said, I stoop down to urge you to stop this mothering of the society while worrying whether the olive is wet or not in your dry martini. May be I will join you soon or may be I dont give a damn.
Closing Comments
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Pervert, Arrogant, Gargantuan, Engrossed 3...... Thats what you are
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
You too Brutus !!!!
Its funny the way Indian politics and policies are shaping. False knights mounted on neighing horses trample the aspirations of a stereotypical voter to quench their lust for power. Now, the knights are not dressed in quintal of steel but in khadi, for not-knowers - its a material made popular by a puny little gentleman who wore a metre of cloth to inspire a nation of morons to be independent. I shall touch two distinctly related aspects in this post; which may not be directly related to you but could as well screw your life.
Firstly, the nuclear deal issue. My-o-my, the whole eposide can inspire a million pseudo-political soaps on the telly tube. The red-shirts who normally do not have a point in life, voraciously opposed the deal. The green shits - I did not miss the 'r' here - who are the rulers of the country, do not understand what consensus means. They went ahead with the deal as if they are bargaining a rich, 6 foot 2 inch, good looking, Harvard graduate for their limp daughter. I do agree that the nuke deal will solve the long standing problem of power in the country but the diplomats always forget to read the fine print. Its like signing a pact with the devil here. And that devil, United in all his States, is pretty good at getting things done his way. As if the works are not complete with this travesty, the greens vowed the reds with some under-the-table help. Now, the reds are humming the same tune as the greens. We only need the 'Men in Blue' to complete the primary set of colors or unnecessarily rich stupids.
Moving down south and where the tables are turned for a lucky CM of a blessed state - I don't know what the state is blessed with though. This guy comes to power in a total shocking fashion, refusing dad's side and aligning to a party which was almost non-existant in the state. Power sharing, seat sharing, bribe sharing, bathroom sharing happen consequentially. Brothers in arms and friends in shoulders are witnessed. But, as time passed, this guy sees the bell to heaven dangling by his dad's antiquities. He vows not to share the seat to the other party. The other party, the saffrons, the whole brigade, if they had one in the state, pulled him back into his kitchen by opening the Pandora's box.
Verdict - Hung assembly and hung like racoons (I could not muster the word 'horses' for these pinheads). Who is worried about the loss of public time and money? May be not even the public itself !!
Cobblestones, paved by parties of dubious interests, are which comprise the fabric of politics in this country. Each of them unturned reveal infinite ugliness but collectively put forth floral avenues for the interested parties. These avenues lead to gains of unjust for them and curdle hell for the rest. One day,a seething rain of righteousness, will wipe this dingy pathway - begetting the dawn of justice. Till then I shall sleep wrapped in my warm blanket of anonymity and .................................... KEEP CRIBBING.
Firstly, the nuclear deal issue. My-o-my, the whole eposide can inspire a million pseudo-political soaps on the telly tube. The red-shirts who normally do not have a point in life, voraciously opposed the deal. The green shits - I did not miss the 'r' here - who are the rulers of the country, do not understand what consensus means. They went ahead with the deal as if they are bargaining a rich, 6 foot 2 inch, good looking, Harvard graduate for their limp daughter. I do agree that the nuke deal will solve the long standing problem of power in the country but the diplomats always forget to read the fine print. Its like signing a pact with the devil here. And that devil, United in all his States, is pretty good at getting things done his way. As if the works are not complete with this travesty, the greens vowed the reds with some under-the-table help. Now, the reds are humming the same tune as the greens. We only need the 'Men in Blue' to complete the primary set of colors or unnecessarily rich stupids.
Moving down south and where the tables are turned for a lucky CM of a blessed state - I don't know what the state is blessed with though. This guy comes to power in a total shocking fashion, refusing dad's side and aligning to a party which was almost non-existant in the state. Power sharing, seat sharing, bribe sharing, bathroom sharing happen consequentially. Brothers in arms and friends in shoulders are witnessed. But, as time passed, this guy sees the bell to heaven dangling by his dad's antiquities. He vows not to share the seat to the other party. The other party, the saffrons, the whole brigade, if they had one in the state, pulled him back into his kitchen by opening the Pandora's box.
Verdict - Hung assembly and hung like racoons (I could not muster the word 'horses' for these pinheads). Who is worried about the loss of public time and money? May be not even the public itself !!
Cobblestones, paved by parties of dubious interests, are which comprise the fabric of politics in this country. Each of them unturned reveal infinite ugliness but collectively put forth floral avenues for the interested parties. These avenues lead to gains of unjust for them and curdle hell for the rest. One day,a seething rain of righteousness, will wipe this dingy pathway - begetting the dawn of justice. Till then I shall sleep wrapped in my warm blanket of anonymity and .................................... KEEP CRIBBING.
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