RANDOM BAKCHODI

 I am literally very drained today to write anything creative. But it will be interesting to attempt to write when you just wish not to. 

How things are? How am I? Just now, came from Chhath Gath. Actually, a kind of love hate relationship with these customs and rituals is what my identity have become now.  This uneasiness of culture and religion, I don't know if other people can also feel it. I think they have just owned it. 

I feel like, I am here in this city since childhood. Currently I am here because I am preparing for this exam. But, I think, however nostalgic I feel about this place, It is better I leave this place never to return here back. Not just here, as in Patratu, but also, this class and caste and society in general. This regressive backward life, neither do I feel particularly passionate to protect it, nor do I feel the need to live it. 

I see my uncles, good for nothing folks, and my aunts, doing fast for lives of these motherfuckers. My uncles never even acknowledge the struggles of their women. They just wish to shout at them in public. If there is a category of bitch-ass beta males, my uncles are precisely those. I don't wish my wife ever does some bullshit fast for me. Nobody lives longer or shorter on the basis of how many fasts have been done for him by whom. And fasts for what? Me? Do I deserve? Do these motherfuckers deserve? These scum of earth Madhar Chod. 

I wish to escape this place. Never to return. May be settle somewhere progressive. May be alienated. May be a little loneliness would be there but at least; this unwarranted privilege will not make me a brat. 

Itni badi badi baaton ke baad ek neech baat karta hun. Sunna....

Mujhe public mein badi anxiety hoti hai. I feel anxious at public places because I am very insecure about how I look. Whether my beard is well trimmed. Whether women see me. Whether I am looking good. And when someone more good looking than me passes, he might be a fucking peasant, a fucking labour, but I get jealous and insecure. 

Isliye toh, I feel this line that Arpit Bala said once, "Kapde kaise pahanta hun mai, Saaf, Mahange, Andar se aadmi kaisa hun mai? Khokhla, Kharaab, Khatam, Shallow!😂

Mujhe kabhi kabhi hasi bhi aati hai khud pe, ki saala, kahan behenchod, Philosophy ki maa chod di padh ke, political science ko anal dete hain. maa ki chutt civil servant banne waale hain, problems meri abhi tak sadak chhaap hain 😂


Meri haalat comedy show mein aaye joker jaisi rehti hai, thoda wo zamaane pe hasta hai, thoda apne aap pe. bakchodi karta hain. 

Gaalib ka sher bhi hai na

"Ye masaail-e-tassawuuf, Ye tera bayaan gaalib,

hum tujhe wali samajhte, agar na bada-khwaar hota!"

It means, ki Itni philosphical baatein gaalib tu karta hai, tu daaru nhi peeta na toh tujhe hum saint ya philosopher kehte. 

Maa ki chutt, mera bhi yahi scene hai. Agar mai itna insecure nahi hota na, toh mai shayad bada sukoon se jeeta. 

Abhi itna aaraam se likh rha hun. Mujhe  bada accha lagta hai likhna. Isko share bhi kar dunga. Isme insecure nahi lagta. Kaahe ki pata hai, aadha se zyada janta anpad maadharchod kholega bhi nahi. 

Hum lauda agar shallow hain. Iss generation ka sabse bada intellectual mind behen ki chutt (Dekh rha hai, sharm bhi nahi aa rha humko likhne mein, lekin jokes aside, I have an IQ of 145, I tested. After 130 is considered gifted),  toh jis samaaj mein hum rehte hain, ye maa ke laude toh abhi paida bhi nahi hue. 

Ye chuttad khujaate, maa ke laude, keede, inki auqaat ki Vibhat se inko compare bhi kiya jaae, jaane do bahinchod, ajeeb lag rha hai likhne mein apna taareef😂

Don't get me wrong. I mean every word that I write. I know I am a brilliant person who has to get out of this gutter. Also, Inko gaali dene mein jo accha lagta hai humko. In general gaali likhne mein hi ek sukoon hain... Inki behen ka bhosda maadharchod. 

I am loving it. 

Khair jaane do, 

Abhi ke liye itni yapping kaafi hai. Aaj ka blog bakchod blog hai, kuch bhi likh diya aaj toh. 

Chalo, jo 2-4 log padhte hain (Saale intellectual banoge tum, bhosdiwaalon?😂) Unko meri taraf se happy existence. Yaad rakho, bahut taqleef mein rahoge tum, Zyada IQ hone se bahut kasht hota hai, Lauda kuch accha nahi hai. Bas ladaai jhagda mat karo chutiyo se, Inko dekh ke muskuraao. Humble hone ka dhong karo. 

Ye chutiye tumko bahut respect karenge agar humble rahoge. Ye maa ke laudo ko bas yahi sab samajh aata hai. Buddhi toh hai, Pigmi-brain. lund ke baal. 

Haan toh yahi hai, Logon ko ye bhram dilaao ki tum unhi ke jaisa hai, Humble raho. Frustration ho toh likh diya karo bhai.

Ye hun mai, Shallow intellectual of a shallow society

baaqi khush raho bhai log, and to women, who read this, Gaaliyon ke liye sorry, aur I will pray to God to have mercy on your soul, you have been living in hell of a country. 

baaqi, bye bye! baaqi bakchodi baad mein.