[Reader-list] Gandu world, words, Ajay and Raju
kirdar singh
kirdarsingh at gmail.com
Mon Mar 3 20:29:13 IST 2008
I am extremely pained to read these mails which in the name of free
expression provoke people beyong their limits - as it is the sanity on
this list is hanging by a thin thread.
MRSG simply needed an excuse to bring out his latent hatred and
deep-rooted bias against Mohammad and Islam, but I would blame Inder
Salim equally for starting it all. I would humbly request you not to
continue your story any further - it would be better if you stand on
the road and narrate it to the people.
(By the way, MRSG, who told you Mohammad had a son?)
Kirdar
On 3/3/08, MRSG <mrsg at vsnl.com> wrote:
> Waiting for a story on Mohammad who rapes his own son's wife and make
> it legal so that everybody can do that. Ofcourse his youngest wife Ayesha
> enjoys herself with others in the desert to teach him a lesson.
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "inder salim" <indersalim at gmail.com>
> To: <reader-list at sarai.net>
> Sent: Monday, March 03, 2008 8:55 AM
> Subject: [Reader-list] Gandu world, words, Ajay and Raju
>
>
> > On the banks of dead River Yamuna, a place adjacent to Nigmbodh Gaht (
> > Crematorium in Delhi)
> >
> > Raju ( worker at Crematorium ): Do you know why they say Ram Ram , Ram
> >
> > Ram when they bring a 'laash' ( corpse) for burning.
> >
> > Ajay ( another worker at Crematorium ): How do I know? I never went to
> > school, But you gandu ( Gandu is someone who get his ass screwed,
> > rather relishes the act ), you also don't know.
> >
> > Raju : but I saw it on the Television. A Guru said that people call
> > Ram Ram to come to take this ' laash' corpse back .
> >
> > Ajay: And he comes and takes it back.( hands over his ganja chilam to
> > Raju)
> >
> > Raju: Yes, because everybody is a Ravana, and on behalf of the dead (
> > laash ) , people say Ram, Ram. Because Ravana also uttered Ram
> > Ram
> > when he died by the arrow of Bhagwan Rama.
> >
> > Ajay: Aray Chootiya, Ravana was a Gandu. He kidnapped Sita Mata. But
> > how are we Ravana then.
> >
> > Raju: I don't know, but this is how, a guru maharaj said on the
> > Television. ( returns back his chilam to Ajay )
> >
> > Ajay: He too is Gandu
> >
> > Raju: Look, we also do bad things. That is why.
> >
> > Ajay: which bad thing I do ? Ma-ki choot, ( mother's vagina), we are
> > dying for a two square meals, and you say that we are bad.
> >
> > Raju: We are not bad, but this is what he said. Achha, tell me, don't
> > you go to sleep with a Gashti ( prostitute ) living just
> > over there.
> >
> > Ajay: yes, of course, we both go, so what. We pay her. All the rich
> > people do it, and so what is wrong with it.
> >
> > Raju: No I don't say it like that, but do you know that the girl you
> > sleep with was kidnapped once.
> >
> > Ajay: How do I know? I never get time to ask the silly questions,
> > behenchod, you ejaculate quickly, and that is why you get time
> > to ask
> > all these questions.
> >
> > Raju: No, I was thinking, is not a little Ravana in all of us who
> > fucks the kidnapped girl.
> >
> > Ajay: Aray, chootiaya, the prostitute we sleep with is happy, not
> > like Sita Mata who wanted to return back to meet her husband
> > and God
> > Rama.
> >
> > Raju: But, imagine, if she was kidnapped at a very tender age, and
> > think who would have come to rescue her.
> >
> > Ajay: yes, you are right, I never thought like this.
> >
> > Raju: and see the unfortunate thing, Sita Mata was banished by Lord
> > Rama because people questioned her purity while in
> > possession of evil
> > Ravana.
> >
> > Ajay: And he really banished her?
> >
> > Raju: Yes, when she was pregnant, and helpless.
> >
> > Ajay: And gandu people say Ram Ram Ram Ram when some one dies.
> >
> > Raju: They should say Sita Sita Sita Sita
> >
> > Ajay: Array, behenchod, you are a mind eater, and that is why I don't
> > smoke with you. Now, before we go, make one last chilam.
> > This world is
> > a fucking place. Forget who is saying what and why.
> >
> > Raju: You are right, meray yaar ( my friend ), give me the light...
> >
> > (2)
> >
> > Just quenched my thirst, but I am thirsty. Who am I? I am not
> > thirsty, but I am about to quench my thirst. Who am I?
> > Just, writing lines like these makes me a poet, you know, but poetry
> > is deeper than-this-than-this known outburst of words loaded
> > artificially with a deeper question on desire.
> >
> > Poetry is perhaps, oscillating between the mouth which eats bread and
> > the anus which makes more space for the mouth to eat more. But it just
> > happens that a mirror like thing sits in front of our eyes in such a
> > way that we often end up seeing just the mouth-eating-the-bread area.
> >
> > Rest of it is often dismissed as shit, you know.
> >
> > Even now, this typing these words is at the level of a projected
> > profile, the same which shows each one of us our upper frontals called
> > 'faces' in the mirror. So this activity of writing words at the best
> > is a meaningful time pass.
> >
> > Yes, only if a plain reflector piece would accompany the bread piece I
> > eat, which if smoothly journeys the alimentary canal and beyond, then
> > I can expect to see the truer nature of words. But that is unlikely,
> > since almost everything what we imagine is innocently handed over to
> > words, which shapes it accordingly to its own set of rules, let alone
> > this impossible task of devouring a mechanism that links each known
> > with the each unknown; so that we can draw the circle, which is the
> > wisest of all.
> >
> > It almost sounds that I want to pick up words-born-in-shit with
> > forceps, like thread-worms from the lower colon, and arrange them on a
> > black slate outside. They of course will dancingly speak a language,
> > but sooner they will cease to be.
> >
> > By now, you saw, how desperately I try to write a good poem with the
> > stock of words already available with me, which I naively believe is
> > vital for the survival of a human being, Forget the poem, all I
> > managed to do is to humiliate the being of words, words which perhaps,
> > betrayed me in the past; so this character assassination of words. Is
> > that true?
> >
> > No, the mask, has all the reasons to celebrate. If the mask jumps, so
> > does the thing behind the mask. Two words written by two lovers can
> > hug, kiss and make love even. One word can fall in love with other
> > word. One word can impregnate the other, and become a mother of
> > children- words. The words, after a little growth, can sit around the
> > mother-word and listen a bed time story even.
> >
> > So, accordingly, one can write about a daily wage labourer, who makes
> > his living by working hard under the Indian exploitative conditions.
> > He curses his chootiya fate for being so, but believes that God is
> > supreme, and it is He who has written his destiny like that. Ah, this
> > business of writing the fates of others. I should not, if I too
> > believe that God has indeed written his fate, then why on earth I need
> > to imitate that silly habit of writing fates of others. But then I
> > have reasons to write about this poor man. If indeed God has written
> > his fate, then I should re-write his fate. But I firmly believe that
> > God does not exist, and if so, then nothing was ever written for us
> > mortals on this earth. We collectively own our past. Our misfortunes,
> > if any, were written by the billions and billions of our predecessors.
> > And since they are living within us as well, we are experiencing their
> > fates too. Are not we a conglomeration of echoes and traces of our
> > past? Ontologically we are moving to and fro, so we may write a word
> > or not even, the fact of being of our existence remains =85
> >
> > ( to be continued..
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