Monday, December 26, 2011

SMS

Virginity is lika a balloon,
1 prick and it's gone forever.!

Sex is like a pack of chips,
once you start you cannot stop.!

Exam paper is like a dick,
when it gets hard people get fucked!

Work is like a group sex,
Ten people are behind your ass to take your place.!

Education is like ahiring a prostitute,
it needs both your money and your hard work.!

Success is like masturbating,
Only your own hand can let you achieve it.!

So basically life is Pronography..!

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

உன்னோடுதான்...

உலக எய்ட்ஸ் தினம்.
எய்ட்ஸ் இல்லா உலகை உருவாக்குவோம்.

The time we see each other we have lot to talk but my lips are locked by yours!
You allow me to shake only my hip rest of my parts are blocked.!
I am soft by heart came to know after your bare chests touch mine.
My mind sinks in wine.
Still there is a pending task to find our clothes when we are together.!

Friday, July 16, 2010

Nathuram Godse - Last(Lost) words..!

Nathuram Godse
[On 8 November 1948, Nathuram Godse (19 May 1910-15 November 1949) rose to make his statement in court. Reading quietly from a typed manuscript, he sought to explain why he had killed Gandhi. His thesis covered ninety-pages, and he was on his feet for five hours. Godse's statement, excerpted below, should be read by citizens and scholars in its entirely, for it provides an insight into his personality and his understanding of the concept of Indian nationhood – Editor]
"Born in a devotional Brahmin family, I instinctively came to revere Hindu religion, Hindu history and Hindu culture. I had, therefore, been intensely proud of Hinduism as a whole. As I grew up I developed a tendency to free thinking unfettered by any superstitious allegiance to any isms, political or religious. That is why I worked actively for the eradication of untouchability and the caste system based on birth alone. I openly joined anti-caste movements and maintained that all Hindus are of equal status as to rights, social and religious, and should be considered high or low on merit alone and not through the accident of birth in a particular caste or profession.
I used publicly to take part in organized anti-caste dinners which thousands of Hindus, Brahmins, Vaishyas, Kshatriyas, Chamars and B-----s participated. We broke the caste rules and dined in the company of each other. I have read the speeches and writings of Dadabhai Naoroji, Vivekanand, Gokhale, Tilak, along with the books of ancient and modern history of India and some prominent countries like England, France, America and Russia. Moreover I studied the tenets of socialism and Marxism. But above all I studied very closely what Veer (brave) Savarkar and Gandhiji had written and spoken, as to my mind these two ideologies have contributed more to the moulding of the thought and action of the Indian people during the last thirty years or so, than any other factor has done.
All this thinking and reading led me to believe that it was my first duty to serve Hindudom and Hindus both as a patriot and as a world citizen. To secure the freedom and to safeguard the just interests of some thirty crores (three hundred million) of Hindus would automatically constitute the freedom and well-being of all India, one fifth of the human race. This conviction led me naturally to devote myself to the Hindu Sanatanist ideology and programme, which alone, I came to believe, could win and preserve the National Independence of Hindustan, my Motherland, and enable her to render true service to humanity as well. Since the year 1920, that is, after the demise of Lokmanya Tilak, Gandhi's influence in the Congress first increased and then became supreme.
His activities for public awakening were phenomenal in their intensity and were reinforced by the slogan of truth and non-violence, which he paraded ostentatiously before the country. No sensible or enlightened person could object to these slogans. In fact there is nothing new or original in them. They are implicit in every constitutional public movement. But it is nothing but a dream if you imagine the bulk of mankind is, or can ever become, capable of scrupulous adherence to these lofty principles in its normal life from day to day. In fact, honour, duty and love of one's own kith and kin and country might often compel us to disregard non-violence and to use force. I could never conceive that an armed resistance to an aggression is unjust.
I would consider it a religious and moral duty to resist and if possible, to overpower such an enemy by use of force. (In the Ramayana) Rama killed Ravana in a tumultuous fight and relieved Sita. (In the Mahabharata) Krishna killed Kansa to end his wickedness; and Arjuna had to fight and slay quite a number of his friends and relations, including the revered Bhishma, because the latter was on the side of the aggressor. It is my firm belief that in dubbing Rama, Krishna and Arjuna as guilty of violence, the Mahatma betrayed the total ignorance of the springs of human action. In more recent history, it was the heroic fight put up by Chhatrapati Shivaji that first checked and eventually destroyed the Muslim tyranny in India. It was absolutely essential for Shivaji to overpower and kill an aggressive Afzal Khan, failing which he would have lost his own life. In condemning history's towering warriors like Shivaji, Rana Pratap and Guru Govind Singh as misguided patriots, Gandhi has merely exposed his self-conceit.
He was, paradoxical, as it may appear, a violent pacifist who brought untold calamities on the country in the name of truth and non-violence, while Rana Pratap, Shivaji and the Guru will remain enshrined in the hearts of their countrymen forever for the freedom they brought to them. The accumulating provocation of thirty-two years, culminating in his last pro-Muslim fast, at last goaded me to the conclusion that the existence of Gandhi should be brought to an end immediately. Gandhi had done very good work in South Africa to uphold the rights and well being of the Indian community there.
But when he finally returned to India, he developed a subjective mentality under which he alone was to be the final judge of what was right or wrong. If the country wanted his leadership, it had to accept his infallibility; if it did not, he would stand aloof from the Congress and carry on in his own way. Against such an attitude there can be no halfway house. Either Congress had to surrender its will to his and had to be content with playing second fiddle to all his eccentricity, whimsicality, metaphysics and primitive vision, or it had to carry on without him. He alone was the judge of everyone and everything; he was the master brain guiding the Civil Disobedience movement; no other could know the technique of that movement. He alone knew when to begin it and when to withdraw it. The movement might succeed or fail, but that could make no difference to the Mahatma's infallibility. 'A Satyagrahi can never fail' was his formula for his own infallibility and nobody except himself knew what a Satyagrahi is.
Thus the Mahatma became the judge and the jury in his own case. These childish insanities and obstinacies, coupled with a most severe austerity of life, ceaseless work and lofty character made Gandhi formidable and irresistible. Many people thought that his policies were irrational, but they had either to withdraw from the Congress or place their intelligence at his feet to do with as he liked. In a position of such absolute irresponsibility, Gandhi was guilty of blunder after blunder, failure after failure, and disaster after disaster. Gandhi's pro-Muslim policy is blatantly illustrated in his perverse attitude on the question of the national language of India. It is quite obvious that Hindi has the most prior claim to be accepted as the premier language.
In the beginning of his career in India, Gandhi gave a great impetus to Hindi, but as he found that the Muslims did not like it, he became a champion of what is called Hindustani. Everybody in India knows that there is no language in India called Hindustani; it has no grammar; it has no vocabulary. It is a mere dialect; it is spoken, not written. It is a tongue and a crossbreed between Hindi and Urdu, and not even the Mahatma's sophistry could make it popular. But in his desire to please the Muslims he insisted that Hindustani alone should be the national language of India. His blind followers, of course, supported him and the so-called hybrid language began to be used. The charm and the purity of the Hindi language were to be prostituted to please the Muslims. All his experiments were at the expense of the Hindus.
From August 1946 onwards, the private armies of the Muslim League began a massacre of Hindus. The then Viceroy, Lord Wavell, though distressed at what was happening, would not use his powers under the Government of India Act of 1935 to prevent the rape, murder and arson. The Hindu blood began to flow from Bengal to Karachi with little retaliation by the Hindus. The Interim Government formed in September was sabotaged by its Muslim League members right from its inception, but the more they became disloyal and treasonable to the government of which they were a part, the greater was Gandhi's infatuation for them.
Lord Wavell had to resign as he could not bring about a settlement and was succeeded by Lord Mountbatten. King Stork followed King Log. The Congress, which had boasted of its nationalism and secularism, secretly accepted Pakistan literally at the point of the bayonet and abjectly surrendered to Jinnah. India was vivisected and one-third of the Indian Territory became foreign land to us from 15 August 1947. Lord Mountbatten came to be described in the Congress circles as the greatest Viceroy and Governor-General this country ever had.
The official date for the handing over of power was fixed for June 30, 1948, but Mountbatten with his ruthless surgery gave us a gift of vivisected India ten months in advance. This is what Gandhi had achieved after thirty years of undisputed dictatorship and this is what the Congress party calls 'freedom' and 'peaceful transfer of power'. The Hindu-Muslim unity bubble was finally burst and a theocratic state was established with the consent of Nehru and his crowd and they have called it 'freedom won by them with sacrifice' - whose sacrifice? When top leaders of Congress, with the consent of Gandhi, divided and tore the country - which we considered a deity of worship - my mind was filled with direful anger.
One of the conditions imposed by Gandhi for his breaking of the fast related to the mosques in Delhi occupied by the Hindu refugees. But when Hindus in Pakistan were subjected to violent attacks he did not so much as utter a single word to protest and censure the Pakistan Government or the Muslims concerned. Gandhi was shrewd enough to know that while undertaking a fast unto death, had he imposed some conditions on the Muslims in Pakistan, there would have been found hardly any Muslims who could have shown some grief if the fast had ended in his death. It was for this reason that he purposely avoided imposing any conditions on the Muslims.
He was fully aware from past experience that Jinnah was not at all perturbed or influenced by his fast and the Muslim League hardly attached any value to the inner voice of Gandhi. Gandhi is being referred to as the Father of the Nation. But if that is so, he has failed in his paternal duty inasmuch he has acted very treacherously to the nation by his consenting to the partitioning of it. I stoutly maintain that Gandhi has failed in his duty. He has proved to be the Father of Pakistan. His inner-voice, his spiritual power, his doctrine of non-violence of which so much is made of, all crumbled against Jinnah's iron will and proved to be powerless.
Briefly speaking, I thought to myself and foresaw that I shall be totally ruined, and the only thing I could expect from the people would be nothing but hatred and that I shall have lost all my honour, even more valuable than my life, if I were to kill Gandhiji. But at the same time I thought that the Indian politics in the absence of Gandhiji would surely be practical, able to retaliate and would be powerful with the armed forces. No doubt, my own future would be totally ruined, but the nation would be saved from the inroads of Pakistan. People may even call me or dub me as devoid of any sense or foolish, but the nation would be free to follow the course founded on the reason, which I consider necessary for sound nation-building.
After having fully considered the question, I took the final decision in the matter, but I did not speak about it to anyone whatsoever. I took courage in both my hands and I did fire the shots at Gandhiji on 30th January 1948, on the prayer-grounds in Birla House. I do say that my shots were fired at the person whose policy and action had brought rack and ruin and destruction to millions of Hindus. There was no legal machinery by which such an offender could be brought to book and for this reason I fired those fatal shots. I bear no ill will towards anyone individually, but I do say that I had no respect for the present government owing to their policy, which was unfairly favourable towards the Muslims. But at the same time I could clearly see that the policy was entirely due to the presence of Gandhi.
I have to say with great regret that Prime Minister Nehru quite forgets that his preaching and deeds are at times at variance with each other when he talks about India as a secular state in season and out of season, because it is significant to note that Nehru has played a leading role in the theocratic state of Pakistan, and his job was made easier by Gandhi's persistent policy of appeasement towards the Muslims. I now stand before the court to accept the full share of my responsibility for what I have done and the judge would, of course, pass against me such orders of sentence as may be considered proper. But I would like to add that I do not desire any mercy to be shown to me, nor do I wish that anyone should beg for mercy on my behalf.
My confidence about the moral side of my action has not been shaken even by the criticism levelled against it on all sides. I have no doubt that honest writers of history will weigh my act and find the true value thereof someday in future."
Nathuram Godse was hanged a year later, on 15 November 1949; as per his last wishes, his family and followers have preserved his ashes for immersion in the Indus River of a re-united India

source : http://www.vijayvaani.com/FrmPublicDisplayArticle.aspx?id=365

Monday, May 17, 2010

ஒன்னும் புரில..

குத்த வச்சு ஒக்காந்து சோர்ந்து போன இலவு காத்த கிளியா?
அல்லது
பத்த வச்சு பாஞ்சு தாவி போய் இலக்கை எட்டிய பரியா?
காலம் தான் பதில் சொல்லும்.

Monday, November 30, 2009

உலக ஏய்ட்ஸ் தினம் - டிசம்பர் 1

மீசை முத்தம் கொடுக்கட்டுமா?
உன் ஆசை மொத்தமும் கொள்ளட்டுமா?
முத்தம் கொடுக்க நான் வந்தால்
ஆசை வழிந்து ஓடிடுமா?
அங்கம் மொத்தம் தங்கம் மின்ன
சிங்கம் போல வந்து அதை நான் கொள்ள
துள்ளும் மானாய் உன் நானம் விட்டோட
என் உதட்டின் மென்மையை
உன் பெண்மை உணர
உன் விழிக்குள் தெரியும்
உலகம் வியப்பில் ஆழ்த்தும்
வழியில் வந்த குழிக்குள் விழுந்த
குழலை விரல் மீட்டும்
வீணையின் நாதம்
ஒலியின்றி உயிருக்குள் பாயும்
சொர்க்கத்தை இமையின் அருகில்
கண்டது போல் இருக்கும்.
விரகம் என் மூச்சு காற்றில் கலந்து
ஊற்றாக உன் முகத்தில் பட்டு
துணி மூடாத உன் நெஞ்சின் நுனி பட்டு
தெரித்து இடையோடு வழிந்தோடும்.
உன் சித்தம் கலங்க முத்தம் கொடுக்க
வித்தை காட்டும் முனிவன் கிடையாது
என் இதழின் ஈரம்
உன் உதட்டின் ஓரம் பட்டு
சேதாரமில்லாமல் சிலவற்றை உறுஞ்சி
மோகத்தில் முங்கி குளிக்கும்
காதல் வழியும் காமம்
நிரப்பும் கணவன் நான்.
கட்டளை இட்டு காட்டச் சொல்லும்
அரச மனம் எனக்கில்லை
கனைகளை தொடுத்து காதல் செய்யும்
காமனும் நானில்லை
உணர்வு வரும் உணர்ச்சி வரும்
அதனுடன் கூடிய மகிழ்ச்சி வரும்
புணர்ச்சியுடன் கிளர்ச்சி செய்யும்
புரட்சிகாரனும் நானில்லை
மனதை வருடி மயக்கம் கலைப்பாயடி
உன் உறக்கம் கொடுத்து
என்னை விழிக்க வைப்பாயடி
உடலை உடலால் உரசி
அந்த ரகசியத்தை பேசி
என்னை உனக்குள் ஊற்றடி
நீ எனக்குள் உறையும் காற்றடி
நான் உனக்குள் கரையும் பனியடி

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Don't Tempt A Women

A woman goes to Mozambique to attend a 2-week company training session.
Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.
She answers: "Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?”

The husband laughs and says: "A Mozambican girl!!! "
The woman keeps quiet and leaves.
Two weeks later they met at the airport and the husband asked: "So, honey, how was the trip?""Very good, thank you." "And, what happened to my gift?" "What gift?" She asked. "The one I asked for - the Mozambican girl, do you remember?" "Oh, that" she said. Well, I did what I could; now we have to wait for nine months to see if it is a girl"
The husband collapsed
Moral is : Don't tempt a woman

Sunday, April 26, 2009

பெண்ணின் மதிப்பு

மதி அவர்களின் வலைப்பதிவில் என்னுடைய பின்னூட்டம் இதை இந்த பதிவில் சேர்ப்பது ஏற்புடையதாக இருக்கும் என்றெண்ணி இதில் அதையும் இணைத்துள்ளேன்.


எங்களை மதியுங்கள்.. பாதுகாப்பு தாருங்கள்.. யாரிடம் கேட்குறீங்க..? என்னைப் பொறுத்த வரை ‘வன விலங்கு ‘ வாரம்.. ‘சுற்றுச் சூழல்' நாள்.. இது போன்ற நாட்கள் கொண்டாடுவதற்கு காரணம் இவை எல்லாம் மறந்து மறைந்து வருவதுதான். மகளிரும் இதில் அடங்குவதுதான் பெரும் கொடுமை! உயிர் ஜனிக்க உதிரம் கொடுத்து தன் வாழ்வின் விருப்பு வெறுப்புகளை விழுங்கி, புகுந்த வீட்டிற்கேற்றார் போல் மாற்றி, பிறந்த வீட்டையும் மறக்காமல், பிள்ளைகளின் வாழ்வை அமைத்து, குடும்பத்திற்காகவும் உழைத்து (வீட்டிலும் வெளியிலும்) இப்படி யார் எது சொன்னாலும் சக்தி மிகுந்திருந்தும் 'சிவனே' என்று கேட்டு பூரித்து போய் உயிருள்ள சிலையாய் நின்று குலம் காக்கும் தெய்வங்களான பெண்களை என்னவென்று சொல்வது.? முதலில் அவர்களுக்கு தங்களிடமிருக்கும் தன்'நம்பிக்கை'யை அறிய வேண்டும். அதற்காக கண்மூடித்தனாமாக அதிக நம்பிக்கையும் கூடாது. இரு கைகள்தான் நல்ல ஓசை எழுப்பும். தனிஞ்சு போனாலும் துணிஞ்சு நிக்கணும்.. பணிஞ்சு போனாலும் பயந்து போகக்கூடாது.. 'பெண்ணாக பிறக்க வில்லையே' என்று எண்ணும் ஆண்களில் ஒருவனாக இதை சொல்கிறேன்.இன்றும் ‘படித்தவர்' களில் பெரும்பாலானவர்கள் கூறும் கூறிய சொற்கள் குழந்தை பிறந்தவுடன் ‘அட பொண்ணா ?' அல்லது ‘பையனா - very good' இவர்கள் யார் சான்றிதழ் கொடுக்க.? இது போன்ற கேள்விகளையும் கருத்துகளையும் தங்கள் வீட்டில் வளரும் பெண் குழந்தைகளை வைத்துக் கொண்டே கூறுவதுதான் மகா கொடுமை. இத இத்தோட நிறுத்திக்கறேன் இல்லன்னா என் புலம்பலும் நிக்காது. ஆத்திரம் அடங்காது. அட இந்த சமூகத்தின் மேல்தான் ..!
http://madhiwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_08.html

http://madhiwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_08.html