The Pace of a Stagnant Civilisation....

Who will open first cafeteria on Moon ? Who will be the largest consumer of Steel ? ......................

Who would be next super power ?

one who is grwoing at 12% p.a(GDP growth), or one who would be youngest nation in 2020.

Mr. X has a million bank accounts to put his trillions of dollars. Mr. Y has donated billions of dollars.

Nanotechnology is new buzz world.

Biotechnology will be technology of this century. We will soon see some "gene-valley" like "silicon valley".


Lets interview our future generation who will sow the results of above advancements....

I feel scared. I have lost suffrage, I have lost trust in government, I have lost virginity out of rape. I cannot pray to my god. I am illiterate. I do not play. I hate white skin people. I hate noise of bullets. I am Asheen, an Iraqi girl.My age is 12.

I work 98 hours a week @ 3 cent a hour. I am beaten twice a week for so-called productivity loss. I cannot work in fields. I cannot make love before the age of 20. I cannot accumulate money for future. I cannot hum Buddha. I am Yan, A Tibetan refuge girl, settled in China, working in textile unit. My age is 16

I am AIDS patient, People says me "untouchable". Aloofness is my friend. I do not know which religion I belong but I am tortured for the same on daily basis. I have not played any game of any sort, I am too frail. I am dying and I can feel the death in my broken mirror. I am Sheen, 10 yrs old girl from Ghana.

I am un-employed, I am getting some amount as social security, I hate Indians who have snatched our back end jobs. I hate Chinese who have snatched our blue-collar jobs. I am obese, as I cannot afford nutritious food. I am John, an American; I was working previously with some BPO firm, which is now closed.

AND...

I have 70% countries under my belt. I have made progress since the fall of socialism. Above all are my victims. I can fool billions of people. I have filled opium in the lives of people. I have divided the tools of their strength. I have imprisoned the creativity. I have knelt down the humanity. I have made billions of orphans. I have created the few rich out of billions of poor. I am Capitalism, challenging you all, on the verge of 21st century, come and face me. I am here to reign and you all are my slaves. I have conquered the best asset that u have, your psychology. You are now just moron, thinking mass, mound od slaves, just like sand ....mere sand


Look, first six lines are just to fool you that you are making progress, and just a “feel good factor”. In real sense, I have made you all hollow souls. Your civilization is stagnant….in this cul-de-sac……

Why I blog....

Bloggers feel happy when they see their words, scrolling down on taffeta computer screen like the words of Shakespeare or Milton....But feeling this way is quite natural, Isn't it ?

I started blogging with this feeling only, with my crumbled vocabulary and mended grammar; I wrote few lines, which were just "funny"(u can read my initial blogs). But i did not stop then. It was just start, although in a very "casual" way...

....but soon I found that it is not that "light affair"....it is like addiction, like smoking, drinking, pornography, Religious rituals, Bourgeoisie morality.....

But when I dwell upon this very thought of blogging I find it "pure exhilarating" experience, very much like sexual orgasm ( though I m virgin), like purging out all your clamor on this cozy Compaq Keyboard...and you feel again empty, nubile, like the desert of Sahara when it is still in sombre moon light and as calm as grave...

Actually thoughts are more verbose than words. Because, when I get ready to press those discrete 26 alphabets, I find that all my thoughts are just "few hundred words", and with better vocabulary, just few lines. So I start afresh, reinventing new ideas, novel thoughts, fresh intellectual aspects...and my grey matter finds new horizon, far higher than that of clamor state....I born again, with renewal of my mind.....

Then i am back into my aloof co-coon, with my cup of black coffee, with my senses, on still beach, staring towards infinite sea. and in very next moment,I find my self into the lanes of psychology, roaming around mounds of people, amid clamor of civilization, alone....to find some thing to blogg.....