Induction Blues

Sitting in the Induction Room, along with few others, it just crossed my mind that Taxes are not just going to be in Maths Text Books. They are very much going to haunt me for the rest of my life. The only thing left now is to wait and watch what it would look like?

Would it be a big headed, hairy, huge, and shark toothed monster; coming to scare me in my dreams in order to capture the power of my screams. Yeah, yeah… you got it right, I’m talking about Monsters, Inc. But are there any chances of having a Sulley who finally realizes the mistake and transforms the whole concern to capturing laughter instead of screams.

When I look around me and by “around me”, I mean the world and not just this Induction Room, I find people running to save taxes, playing tricks to get away and in some cases go to the extent of committing crimes… don’t look at me like that… morally Black Money is still considered a crime! I don’t think that Humans and Taxes can come to terms and go hand in hand together. By the looks of it, there can never be a happily ever after for this couple.

But now, I don't know what to write... I can't get to a conclusion... I have just started earning... I guess it would be right though cliche enough to say that time will tell. So for now Au Revoir and C Ya!!

Gender of the “Walls of India”

Pondering huh... what is this gibberish that I’m gonna give you after more than six months of wait. OK, I know nobody waited but then it kind of does add to a feel good factor to write that! Anyways, when I woke up after such a long sleep, I decided to come up with something weird and yeah stupid too, in order to come into my writing trance again.

This idea sprang up when I was finally leaving Roorkee. You see, Roorkee is a small town in terms of commuting and travelling facilities. But I don’t blame Roorkee for that, because UK as such is a small state. (Oh, please your highness the Queen of Britain. Forgive me but I wasn’t referring to the mighty state governed by you. UK is the postal code for Uttarakhand, a small crunch of land that has now been separated from Uttar Pradesh). Anyways, back to business, in order to get to Bangalore I was required to catch a flight from Delhi’s domestic airport and so I boarded a train from Roorkee to take me to the country capital.

Now coming over to what we started with. The best part in travelling within India is not just the countryside but also the walls of the towns and cities. These walls are painted, marked, and postered with various messages. Based on these messages, one can come up with an idea of which gender do these walls support. Support in the battle of sexes, support in the war of power, support in the struggle between Yin n Yang. Till the afore mentioned journey I had this idea that it was the feminine gender the walls felt for. Why? Well here it is why?
1. Sachcha desh banana hai... Bahu betiyon ko padhana hai.
2. Chahiye budhape ka sahara, to kyun sirf ladke ko pukara.
3. Mat karo atyachar, har ladki kare yahi pukar.
4. Karte hain aap apni betiyon se pyaar, Mat karein sweekar dahej ki maang.
These are some of the slogans, which spoke of the loyalty of the Indian walls.

But then... just two things changed my mind... I came to a conclusion that Indian walls are of a democratic mind. Without further ado, I present to you the best roadside one liners ever!!

1. Lovely Men’s Beauty Parlour (I’ve never seen a lovely man before).
2. Dahej kanoonon se agar biwi kare pareshaan, hamara is or zaroor kheechein dhyaan. Forum for Men.

I know it is an abrupt end, but you see the above statements left me speechless. I don’t have anything more to say. Have a good time!!