Showing posts with label Balasubramaniam Meganathan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Balasubramaniam Meganathan. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 January 2017

Handling The Stiffness - An erratic erotic poem

Handling the Stiffness

One day I woke with a stiff one

Walking around with it is no fun

I paid a guy who made his life handling such stiffness

He said you’re my lifetime customer, dear highness

I can only provide a few sessions of relief

You can with efforts provide self relief

 

Saying he called his assistant and appears a charismatic enchantress

Winking he said, this stiffness needs all your magic and shrewdness

The paid guy was an orthopedician

The lady was handling my physiotherapy sessions

Spondylosis was the referred stiffness

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Those Were The Days When A Couple Could Say In Public `We Love Doggies', And No One Would Bat An Eyelid

It was a mid-November morning in Bengaluru, I was traveling by Namma Metro, and a girl was seated in front of me. She was dressed to kill, and my glad eye could not keep from stealing a few glances of her. In the next station, a friend of hers boarded, and greeting the `Miss Dressed to Kill' said `Babe, you're looking hot". I have an open mind but this compliment was new to me. When I was in college, guys complimented a girl as `a hottie' in her absence. When I started working, it was said to the girl herself. Later this compliment was seen on social media, and now a girl is calling another girl hot, that too in public. Just an observation on changing times rather than a moral rant, since I myself am not sure of my own morals.

 What times have come to? Talking of its homophone `cum', when I was a kid, it used to be `Sofa cum bed', or `Bathroom cum Toilet'. Needless to say, these are great places to come and cum or just cum. Back in those days, it was easier for couples to say `We love doggies' or for a husband to remark, `your pussy is causing havoc all over the colony'.

It was common back then for a male to go down on his knees, and propose to the girl, these days girls who go down on their knees are preferred. `It sucks' still, evokes disgust but `she sucks' evokes ecstasy.

 Correct me if I'm wrong, the primary association of the word `hump' many summers ago was with a camel, and later speed breakers on roads. Laptops were those female secretaries who sat more on their bosses lap, than at their desk.

 People these days are worried about the battery life of their mobiles. Instead of tying their life to a mobile, why don't they get mobile, and get a life? They can charge themselves through physical activity, and hope for better discharges. Instead, they are worried about the battery life and charge it the moment it is below acceptable limits. In the good old days, Charge usually meant a fare or a fee. These days we have a recharge, surge-charge, and the one that facilitates all these, a mobile charger.

 In my times, you were told to learn, how to read someone's face like a book, so that you can understand the person. Nowadays, that purpose is served by reading their Facebook wall. There was a lot of data collected about cloud those days. We've not stopped collecting them but these days clouds also have our data. Python in my days was feared but now it has to be learned by a coder

 Virtual, a couple of decades ago meant not real, but these days, virtual is virtually preferred more than the real. We trust our virtual friends more than the real ones. Our parents used to borrow from the moneylender but we use the credit cards. The Government says it is good for the country if we use virtual money. Virtual is the new age sacred ritual.

 I hope to rewrite this blog one day in the future, with what has happened to terms like blanket, backpack, apps, portal, upgrade, blog, handle, etc.

Sunday, 10 July 2016

The Best Contraceptive

School and College fees receipts, more importantly what is paid without receipt should be used as contraceptives. #educationinindia #schoolfees #collegefees. Is it fees or fleece?

Black money in India will never end till education, health care and dwelling construction is there.

Saturday, 9 July 2016

If You Can Endure A Certain Loud Mouthed Journalist

If you can endure the loud mouthed journalist, self appointed questioner on behalf of the nation and be mentally healthy, the are more chances that you can:-

a.  endure super sonic sounds.
b. Make sense of any argument in life.
c. don't require meditation classes
d. skip cardiac tests.
e. find NGC programs humorous
f. find the proverbial needle in a haystack.
g. count stars in the sky.
h. know answer why kitappa killed bahubali.
i. give better advice than Jeeves.
j. understand everything from Nuclear science to rocket launching to economic theories to recipes.
k. understand what is Bermuda triangle.
l. drive on Indian roads without stress.
m. find the real value of π.
n. appreciate music of sound.

Thursday, 7 July 2016

Why Home Made Food Is So Good?


Is your nose delicious?

Won't eat what you preach is good
Will eat what displeases your mood
If you want, eat shoots and roots
My taste buds want flesh and bones
What you eat doesn't make you any good
Demonising food isn't how you please any god.
Don't poke your nose into my food
If I find it delicious, it may end up as my food.

Home Made Food

For valid reasons, Home made food is healthy
For obvious reasons, it is stomach friendly
For unnamed reasons, it does not make you bulky
All three reasons are one and the same, I know it silly
They say child is god and never says a lie
At the sight of home-made food, he or she does always cry

Contential, Punjabi or Chinese, a new recipe every time
Hazarding a guess what it is, is my predicament every time

Get critical and you will find rice become paste
Spice in sambar will make your rectum precipitate

A married man learns it the hard way
To say, honey, have to go to office early today
When he sees, Kesari Bath coming his way

Home Made Mysore Paks are the hardest known substances
Needless to say, Gulab Jamoons are their nearest cousins.

Stand up in respect for
Milkmaid which has saved many a homemade khers
Chilly sauces which have helped upma disappear from plates
Food ordering apps which prevent cooking disasters on special days
Sigh in disgust at
The individual who said `the way to a man's heart is his stomach'
He sure left a bad taste in every man's mouth and a weak stomach.
Sigh in disgust
At the countless cookery programs and their recipes
Which has converted kitchens into laboratories

That sarcastic man when he says his wife's cooking is inspiring
Actually meant it keeps his sarcasm going.


Monday, 23 May 2016

Global Warming and Traffic Sense


 I’m Hot
I’m hot said the sun
I replied, a cheeky pun
It sighed and said `you skewed nature’
I’ll make you feel a barbecued creature
I reasoned `I can’t eat or have fun’
Soon, like Christ, I’ll have to bear a fan.
It thundered, you cut the trees, occupied the lakes and chased the birds
I’ll make your skin dark, throats quack and bowels crack.
I pleaded it was my forefathers
It said, natures graves are your homes.
When you can inherit their properties
Pay for their follies
It’s my power play
Lets play, I’m hot and you’re my prey

Traffic Sense
Traffic Sense
What nonsense?
They make their road
Save thy throat
respecting signals is insulting
 to their buffalo skin coating
Quick passage is their birth right
Giving way is your birth right.
Making way for ambulance is prude
Zigzag driving makes them dude
One day with broken bones
A miserable few realize traffic rules
Are not made for fools
Blessed few, being human, powerful
After mowing, human handful
Get sympathy, bail and not guilty paper

Easier than Candy, e-mail and hot jalebi platter 

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Funny Poetries On `Who Am I"?

They said the theme is `Who am I?’
I thought about it, till my grey cells went dry
Inside my soul everything is grey, sleazy and full of greed
I said to myself, if I have to say, WTF – What to Fake.
 I said to myself, WTF – Why Try and Fail
I decided to describe myself, front to hind.
I shall exercise discretion
So here goes the description
Scalp sparsely populated, the few available strands coloured.
Inside the scalp near vacuum
Eyes which never lie but full of sty
Ears which welcome complimentary stuff, to taunts they turn deaf.
Face Oily, Nose twiddly and Tongue loves it spicy
Neck lengthy, spondylosis its best buddy
Spine twisted, never in the presence of boss it is straightened.
Heart, full of sleaze, greed, and treachery.
Stomach ever ready, to devour a biryani.
Here, I shall exercise my discretion
Knees which are weak, creak and tweak in motion.
Feets which are very fleet, to run across the street, when wife comes to beat.

My inside story is mediocre
I’m hollow at the core
No six pack to make me a cynosure
You can now wake up from your snore

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Whom Am I?
One Question which will never get an honest answer
Never a question pleases anyone
Definitely not this one
Breathtaking it would be, if a pilot asked it mid-air.
Heart stopping it would be, if a surgeon asked it after opening a patient’s skull.
Refreshing it would be, if elected representatives asked themselves.
Soul slapping it would be, if freedom of speech walked up and asked those who get offended with it.
Fitting it would be, if calf asked the self appointed sons and daughters of `Gau Mata’.
Catastrophic it would be, Catastrophic it would be

If a husband angrily asked at the end of his wife’s shopping voyage.

Saturday, 23 January 2016

A Compilation of Jokes on Marriage and Wives That Nobody Will Laugh (Part III)

After marriage, a girl from being a Miss becomes a Mrs.
Boy from Dude to Dud..


You cheat God thousands of times.
But God is so kind, 
He doesn't punish you everytime..
He just gets you MARRIED.

Marriage, Marriage, the longest surviving mirage.
Nowdays it begins as garden of urge, later becomes a ring of umbrage
Having babies is the default result
Rearing them is the life long effect.
Remaining committed is the vow
Doing so in devil’s paradise is the woe.
Like my relatives and unlike yours is a couple’s mantra
Commenting adversely on them is the agenda
Mutual distrust is what they share
Ego massaging is what they care
Marriage, Marriage, the long surviving mirage
Arranged or love, without emotional bondage
It turns an emotional sacrilege
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My wife is a strong believer of Vastu Shastra.
Whenever we have a fight,
she lifts any "Vastu" and
uses it as a "Shastra"...
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All you need is love and a good fat income to keep the love going.

Girl : Who is more beautiful, me or the full moon?
Boy: Definitely you my darling.
Girl : tell me the reason or I shall not be flattered
Boy: Ok, your face is more smoother than the moon' s surface
Moral : Dont search reason in a flaterring remark or you may be faultered.
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.A key to a successful married is both husband and wife should be patient, if either one of them is impatient.....
the husband lands up an in-patient .
LG to make smart fridges which will detect stale food. Husbands will finally get to eat fresh food.

When you fall in love, dont worry about failure, because you cant fail any further.

Facebook is a female, that is why it has provision only for likes.



 Having an ex-flame is ok, as long as you have doused the fire properly.

Friday, 15 January 2016

A Compliation of Jokes on Marriage and Wives Nobody Will Laugh At (Part II)

If my love is a lemon, you're the greased dish

Nothing can make a husband sleep immediately
than the words "i want to talk to you"


Husbands are not disappointed with flipkart sale, they are used to it.

A husband trying to make his wife see reason is as impossible as trying to throw a stone into the sky, if anything it comes back, it’s to hit him hard.

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Thursday, 7 January 2016

A Compilation of Jokes on Marriage and Wives That Nobody Will Laugh (Part I)

All these Jokes are mine. The very fact that you will laugh at none of them proves it.


Male Spouse is the Mouse.

It's time someone put in their wedding card, all kinds of Dal in quantities of 5 kg or more welcome as a gift
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Study revealed,that if women keep Maun varat instead of Karva Chauth varat,men surely will have long life.

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Home made food is healthy because you can never have too much of it. 

A married man should learn to agree, or over his injuries will he have to grieve.

My advice to bachelors

Marriage is not to be feared. Nothing like that, get married only then you will appreciate your parents, teachers, boss, government and even Aliens

Marriages are made in heaven
Thanks! for the warning, next time I'll depart from hell
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Married men fear two things, one their mother in law coming in for a long stay and two, the lady of the house asking for their credit card
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Married & lived happily forever-hahahaha, that's definitely an oxymoron.

They say don't laugh at your wife's choice, you're one of them.
My reply, I've a sense of humour to laugh at myself.
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Don't get married because friends of your age are married
Don't get married because your families want you to
Don't get married because you want company
Don't get married because you want to take care of your biological needs
So why should you get married?
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Get married only because you're feeling jealous at your own happiness. 
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All those who don't get pranked today are already married.
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Advice, on Valentine day hug safe, else learn to change Huggies in a wafe way.
February 13 is kiss day 
This year it's on Friday the 13th, how apt?
If my love is a novel
You're the printer's devil

Love never changes as they say
When in love
I'm madly in love with you
After marriage
I was mad to fall in love with you

Love must be blind otherwise why would lovers grope each other in the dark

The moon outside is so beautiful, I was standing in the balcony and admiring her.
My wife could not tolerate to see my happy face `What's it you're admiring?"

I said `Poornima' and then flew the missiles from inside

Thursday, 13 August 2015

When Tables Turned - A Short Story

Vishwas  Anaaanthanaryan Trivikrama (VAT as he likes to call himself) is a software engineer who had landed in Bangalore three days ago, having got an appointment letter from a software company. He was staying with his cousin, Govindraju Sai Trivikrama (GST, though he did not like to be called so).

VAT was an unwelcome guest in GST’s flat. GST abhorred VAT but if someone’s grandfather had sponsored your father’s education, though after taking away his land, and held the post of Village Panchayat Chairman, you have no option but to accommodate such a cousin and sacrifice your data plan to fuel his desire to view porn. In the last three days, VAT had exhausted 20 GB data plan viewing porn and made GST to wonder, whether cousin VAT had studied software or porn ware in his college. In the midst of all this, dominating GST thoughts were how to convince Smita, his girlfriend, to say yes to marriage, and before her roving eye manager convinces her to come for an onsite assignment to UK. Not that he suspected Smita, but you do worry if the middle aged manager is handsome, unmarried, with a swanky flat, has 3 imported cars, and holidays bi-annually in exotic locations.
Smita was desperate to own the `Plus or Minus’ mobile phone but she didn’t have the invite. GST had one and purchased it. Over the weekend dinner, he planned to gift the mobile, slip in a diamond ring on her fingers, and propose marriage.
It was a Thursday evening, and VAT was relishing his porn collection, when his mobile phone rang and he answered `this is VAT’
The voice at other end `Rascal, VET, this is PIN, Police Inspector Nagaraj from the C crime branch. I have called you to arrest you for C crime’.
The language of PIN is not grammatically correct and intentionally done so to retain a certain reality to the conversation.

Within 3 days of landing in a city, if a cop wants to arrest you for C crime, you don’t mind whether he calls you VAT or VET, so VAT feebly asked `Sir, what is the C crime I’ve committed’
`Do you almost frequently visit the site, sexyindiantorrent.com?’
`Ssssir’
`Have you posted on your FB page, between the heaven and sexyindiantorrent.com, you would choose the second one. Rascal, do you know people are willing to die on Vaikunta Ekadasi just because they will go to heaven and you want this sex page’
VAT drawing courage, and sounding annoyed `Sir, how does that constitute a C crime?’
`Scoundrel, did you downloaded in the recent, latest of the six episodes of Savitha Bhabhi from SIT. Did you get intimation from the site that such downloading is the punishable offence of US Law with jailing in Colarado’
A software engineer worth his RAM is ready to do anything to go the US of A, but to expect that he will be ready to be deported for that purpose. It is as futile as expecting that, in future one can download food from the net. Jailing someone for viewing porn in one country and jailing the same person for copy right violation for viewing the same porn illegally is not a done thing. It is like, puncturing the vehicle of a motivation writer in middle of a dense forest, first you fine him for fearing the worst while walking to safety, and later ask him to return to the readers all the money he has earned by emphasising positive thoughts in times of adversity.  The problem with writing short stories is it should contain a minimum number of words, and the writer is often constrained to resort to ephigrams, smilies, and metaphors, rather than continue with how Vishwas, with all his vishwas dented, was trying to wriggle out of the paws of PIN.

Continuing with the word filling, Vishwas was proud of the fact that Indian Law was unflappable but its enforcers can definitely reduce the impact, if you agree to place a shield of notes at their disposal. So he spoke up and asked `Sir, is there any other way to settle the issue?’
PIN `you the rascal fellow, you want to bribe me?’
`No sir, it’s just an offering to reduce the impact of law’
`Ok,ok, you’re also young boy, it’s not right to send you to jail and all that, I will set you free, get me the Plus or Minus mobile phone’
`but why only that phone, sir’
`only that phone has so much memory, I can store all the videos and images of Sunny Leone and Savitha Bhabhi and monitor how much wrong they are doing?’
`ok, sir, where do I meet you?’
`Come to the CCD Café at 5th Block Kormangala within the next 100 minutes with a Plus or Minus mobile phone or arrest warrant is ready’.
`Ok, sir’
                VAT knew that his cousin GST had got delivery of this phone, but did not know whom it was meant for. Given that GST’s family owed so much to his family, VAT unrepentantly picked the phone and went to meet PIN.
                A wise man once said `when it has to go bad, it goes really bad’. VAT had to cover 12 kms to reach the destination but it seemed GST’s fate was really bad on that day, VAT got an auto immediately; it was not raining; no VIPs were inaugurating anything and unbelievably there was no traffic jam near Silk Board. VAT reached the said café well in advance. He walked into the café and looked around for PIN. Being a working day the café was sparsely populated. At the entrance, on the left side was a middle aged guy seated with a young girl, and trying to convince her to accept an offshore project. The guy was ogling at the girl with intensity, nasty enough to be booked for `Public Display of Anticipation’. Neither could be the PIN he was looking for, so VAT walked in and on the right side, he found two girls busy on their mobile, once in a while putting up their heads up, smiling or frowning at each other like  stickers in Facebook. Leave alone them being PIN; VAT believed they should be booked for `Personal Display of Animation’.
                VAT was wondering why PIN did not come and began to wonder whether it was a hoax? These gut feelings he knew were just that. His anticipation to meet PIN was the same that of a husband whose wife had gone into the jeweler shop six hours ago, and is yet to come. From nowhere, a short dark guy appeared and beckoned him. VAT could not fathom how such a short guy could become a police inspector but when you’re facing arrest for viewing porn and subsequent deportation, you give reason a holiday. VAT walked towards the guy.
He coughed and spoke `Mr VAT?
` You’re Police Inspector Nagraj’
`No, he does not come for such small things, he sent me’
`So you’re not him’
`No, I’m HIM’
`What is this, you’re telling you are not Police Inspector Nagaraj but still saying you’re him’
`I’m not that him, I’m HIM, Harschandra Indira Manikandan and I’m the PIN’s secretary’
`How do I believe you?’
`Ok, here take the arrest warrant and follow me to the police station’

VAT did not want to appear too much flustered; he maintained, on his face, the calm of a melting ice cube and browsed the paper. It contained a picture of Vidhan Soudha, below it the national emblem and below them written in bold words `ARREST WARRANT’. The matter was in Kannada which he could not read. VAT did not want to drag the issue any further, he handed over the phone to HIM, got it written that the warrant was cancelled and left the place in a huff.

VAT came back home, he was surprised to see the door flung open. He stepped in, and heard PIN `Where is that rascal VAT, he did not give me the Plus or Minus phone, I will arrest him’
VAT felt like a HR who has recruited a guy with forged certificates for the post of security analyst. He sank on the floor when GST walked out with a guy who was speaking like PIN. GST introduced him as the RJ who was famous for live prank calls on his programme `Bakra Live’. He also revealed that the call VAT received from PIN was a prank call made by the RJ.
RJ `so did you meet PIN?’
`No but somebody claiming to be HIM his PA took the phone’
`HIM, his PA, are you drunk?’
` Harschandra Indira Manikandan, PIN’s PA’
RJ broke in `OMG! Somebody who heard the prank call, conned him, I mean HIM conned VAT, whatever?’
GST `but where did you get a Plus or Minus phone so quickly, you get it only by an invite’
VAT` How should I know? I just took the parcel you had and gave it to him’
GST `that was for my girl friend Smita and now she is sure to go with that baldy for an offshore assignment in UK’
VAT `I think she is’
GST ` how the hell do you know?’
VAT `In the café I had been to, a middle aged manager and a young girl were chatting on similar lines. The baldy was referring to her as Smit’
GST `must be him that is how he calls her. I was so desperate to marry her. In England, who knows what will happen?’
VAT `Anyhow serves you right, you tried to prank me and landed your love life in a soup’
                The RJ left the cousins to fight, wondering whether he should leak the news of his prank call gone wrong to the Press, because he understood that bad publicity is the best publicity.


Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Rant Of A Street Dog

 Life is fun being a street dog, little to worry for but a lot to complain about.  Unlike the dogs which live on the cozier side of a wall, we’re all weather dogs. We know how to miss the speeding vehicle while chasing a female dog or running from a male one; we can eat leftover food and survive; we never need to be taken for a walk. The saying `barking dogs seldom bite’ doesn’t apply to us, sir, be warned, we can bark without a break and bite like a rake. On the issue of crossing roads, human beings seem to have copied our technology.

We fail to understand why sex maniacs are referred to as a dog? Accepted, we mate in the open but it’s not as if we have sex for fun, money, lust, revenge and power. We mate only to reproduce. Have you ever heard of a male dog, waging a war for the sake of a female dog, whereas human history is full of such instances?  Don’t bark like a dog is the common refrain amongst human beings. We bark with a purpose and usually to protect human interests. I never know of a senior dog barking at a junior dog just because he or she could not finish his or her share of bone. Let alone barking, the senior dog would gladly lessen the junior’s difficulties.
       
 Can dogs predict death? No, as a matter of fact we can’t see our death coming, how can we see yours? Our howling is just to seek company. This does not mean we don’t know anything. We know which mother-in-law is putting extra salt into the sambar her daughter-in-law has prepared; which daughter-in-law is buying additional furniture or establishing an office-at-home to push her in-laws to an old age home; which husband is talking sweet nothings to the cutie in his office; which young girl, gets how much mobile recharge, from which young boy; which citizen is stealing power, and water; which young boy’s straight drive broke whose window, we know everything.  Nobody can understand how difficult it is to wag our tails to such diabolical individuals? We have to, for the sake of our stomach. Don’t give a man a fish, teach him to catch one say the human beings. Forget the men, teach us to how to catch a fish and cook it. Sir, we assure that a street dog wagging its tail to anybody will be a rare sight, rarer than a rainbow. Dog is a man’s best friend but not vice-versa.

Every dog has its day, they say. I don’t know what it means, but let me assure that our days and nights are better than what most human beings have. We’ve to pretend chasing a rat away from under the car and the man of the house becomes grateful to us. We’ve to feign sickness when really bad leftover food is served, and something delicious is bought from the bakery. If spice is the variety of life, a street dog can experience it for a life time, but what about a married human being?
       
I want to end for the time being by saying to Mr George Orwell that Animal Farm would have been a different story, if Snowball had once in a while come to us, patted on our backs and given us a piece or two of biscuits.

Me, Books, and an Audible Milestone

 I can confidently boast that I am more receptive to technology than most 50 year olds. Right from learning how to use the Internet, to writ...