kids aur khaandan

Warning: the following blog post is a public awareness message!
even in one's wildest dreams, one is least probable to dream a 5 year old running a bull cart!
i saw that happen!! and i was not in spain or mexico... but in the very own, city of the saints situated in the land of the pure.
kids in this city are truly gifted with exceptional super powers. they can make you smile, cry and super angry! all at the same time. with gross sledges, cunning statements and innocent eyes, these agents of mankind's survival are the best of their kidkind.
we do think at times that its hard to handle kids, least i do, but at the same time having kids in your family is a sign of continuity of race, caste and creed, making it worth the effort. In long run, though, leading to the formation of cults and prejudice for each one e.g. arain, jatt, gujjar, rajput, awan etc, each with the weirdest mode of khandaani bonding.
but kids are what you transfer to them in terms of manners and attitude, in terms of education and grooming, not just genes.
living in a stressful society where the fertility rate is falling down like stocks of peace in international wartime stock-exchange, one has to look beyond the conventional beliefs. married couples without a child, should adopt underprivileged and orphan kids who can equally be the true agents of happiness. these kids have more radiating happy genes in them then those who trouble their marriage on the bases of fertility and not to speak the gender of kid as well. the time has come that the society balances its act and embraces life! Welcome to the modern world!

Darts aur dhaakay

Now the fact of the matter is – in your final year of undergrad in university, you are burned out, drained and have absolute no taste of fun. The only thing that nearly qualifies as fun is a free lecture!

After getting done with the weeks routine of restlorn days I embarked on a hangout with similarly worn out   traveler from a far away land. We started off with intellect drown journey in the city of saints. But was not far from its inevitable end. The intellect nowadays is not in fashion here.

We entered in a pizza restaurant in prospectively MM Alam road of this city. We look around and try finding a peaceful corner to continue a critical dilemma. When we found a seemingly deserted end. We settled down. Viola! Right when he placed his laptop on the table, we hear that the far end of the section is occupied by teenagers!

And right after that disappointment, we are further disturbed by the receptionist in a 'you-londas-get out- of- here' manner! Now what the heck went wrong. No reservation sign. No intimation to us when we entered that site. And how rude!

The traveler got agitated and refused to leave his ground!

The next we know. The manager of this reputed chain of restaurants arrives and offers a much due apology and clarifies that the birthday party is not be crashed by even decent bloke! Because the teenagers are what happens to be – ‘females’ and we are in the city of saints!

Thankyou but no thank you. We get off and settle in a more culturally acceptable location to have a go at darts and try to hit the bull’s eye.

Dhaakay dey kar nikalata hai yeh muvashra intellects ko!!

-this society  kicks intellects out of it- and with pleasure . 

There are things that have not changed even after so much of development in the town...