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anti-feminist humor

How many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb?

Two. One to exclaim that the light-bulb has violated the socket, and the other to secretly wish that she was the socket.


How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb:
One to screw it in,
one to excoriate men for creating the need for illumination,
one to blame men for inventing such a faulty means of illumination,
one to suggest the whole “screwing” bit to be too “rape-like”,
one to deconstruct the lightbulb itself as being phallic,
one to blame men for not changing the bulb,
one to blame men for trying to change the bulb instead of letting a woman do it,
one to blame men for creating a society that discourages women from changing light bulbs,
one to blame men for creating a society where women change too many light bulbs,
one to advocate that lightbulb changers should have wage parity with electricians,
one to alert the media that women are now “out-lightbulbing” men,
one to just sit there taking pictures for her blog for photo-evidence that men are unnecessary.


Q-How many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb?
A-None, it’s not the lightbulb that needs changing.


How do you make a radical gender feminist disappear?
Expose her to Preparation H.

How do radical gender feminists define “self-fulfilling prophecy”?
As research findings.

How do you uphold a radical gender feminist’s freedom of speech?
By taking your [-brain-] out of her mouth.


Q: How many feminist presidential candidates does it take to change a light bulb?
A: It’s going to be dark for the next four years, isn’t it?

Q: How many men does it take to open a beer?
A: None. It should be open when she brings it to you.

Q: How many men does it take to fix a woman’s watch?
A: Why does she need a watch? There’s a clock on the oven!


Note: I don’t have anything personal with feminism, but I am certainly against extremists. I after reading several articles and blogs I could conclude that feminism is one of those extreme (not worth) idealism.

I agree to the fact that they stand for is something that needs to be done. A good cause. But I don’t really appreciate their methodology. To be honest 8 women out of 10 who claim to be a feminists are posers.  Remaining 2 are the actual ones who have been the victim of violence and sexual harassment which led them to become a feminist.

More over so-called/self-proclaimed/poser/i-am-different-than-the-others-hence-i-m-a-feminist are apparently ones who failed to have a guy in real life. So all they’ve got left to do is to cook and rest of the time spent over internet, going through blogs and keep on blathering about being feminist. My advice to such females is, get a life-I mean start looking for a guy with a big dick, that’ll suffice your frustration !

condolences !



EPIC convo

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two incidents

Incident 1

Yesterday, at my regular visit to college gate for chai. I was slurping chai and I saw a man, 50-ish, cleaning out all those plastic bags, empty Balaji wafer packets and cigarette butts. Apparently I was inside the college premises and chai is delivered through the bars of the gate. The guy was removing all the weed that have grown after recent rains.

He was perspiring and apparently only one to clear such a vast area. So I offered to buy him chai.

“No thanks, I’ll buy with my own earned money !! ” he replied.

I was moved by this answer. A single cutting chai doesn’t cost more than 5 rupees. Yet he was so “imaandaar” that he simply denied the offer !!

I salute such people !!

Incident 2

Again while slurping chai I experienced something disturbing. The Kitli { Tapri for mumbaians} owner was making tea and some random customer came. The owner asked “chhotu” to serve tea to that guy. Chhotu gave him tea and a cigarette. After a while he discuss something with the person sitting next to him. Although i was least interested in what they were talking about. But i could figure out that they were talking about “chhotu”.

I was done with my tea so i went there to pay and heard him saying

“ye bachho log ko khana hi dena bandh karr dena chahiye, tabhi ye saley kaam kartey hai”

“din mein sirf 2 baar hi khana dena chahiye, toh thi unki akal thikane ati hai”

I was shocked to hear this and more sad that people still have such bullshit mentality!!? That kid works there since morning 7 to night 11. That is fucking 16 hour job. And that heartless man says he should be given food only twice a day !! How pitiful.

I really wanted to slap that man so hard at that moment.

{This happened later in the evening, venue had changed}


Trauma Ward

Yesterday was a scary day for me. While coming back from AIESEC appointment, a guy was crossing a road and he met with and accident. He bumped into a two wheeler while crossing the road. Due to heat he was very weak anyway. As a matter of fact that guy tried to save him but he touched the silencer and fell on the road. He is bleeding. That too from head. As usual in 5 seconds there was a huge crowd around. Some one brought water, we cleaned his wound. Meanwhile 108 was called and ambulance was on its way. Bleeding stopped after pouring the water. The guy was totally not in his senses. He wasn’t unconscious though. He was completely blank. 108 arrives, the medic comes and sees him. While checking his head and talking to me..looking at me and cleaning he said nothing to worry and there was a huge stain of blood on the cotton. And he said, we need to take him to local hospital. Meanwhile my friend had arrived as well. I sat in the ambulance with him.

He soon as we reached hospital, he was taken to the Trauma Ward. The scene of trauma ward was pathetic. Very similar to those exaggerated scenes shown in a typical south Indian movies. But I’d not anymore say exaggerated. They are true. There were around 12 beds there. On one bed there was kid taken, skin of his hand was totally ripped off. On the other bed a guy was shaking like anything. A pregnant woman was yelling like anything {later I came to know that she had a miscarriage 😦  }. An old man was on oxygen mask. Meanwhile case paper was made and preliminary treatment was given to the man I had injured. He was allotted his bed and I was away for the formalities. Doctor told me that so far its head injury CT scan needs to be done. I arranged money for it somehow and got him to the CT scan ward. Before taking him there..there was a stretcher with a man of age 45 lying with his mouth open unconsciously. His son was coming there. Meanwhile back in CT scan room, the only thing i was praying to good lord was that there isn’t anything serious. That man should not suffer more. I was almost on verge of crying feeling guilty. All this while I had called his family and his and wife were on their way to hospital. They lived in some village in outskirts of city. The guy was doing some sort of business.  Actually one can’t call it a business at all. What he does is, buy small things of daily chores and go back to his village and sell ’em. So it was daily sort of business. Everyday he’d come to city buy things and sell there.

CT scan reports came and Doc said everything is normal. Nothing to worry about. I was like thank God !! I put him on wheelchair and brought back to the trauma ward. Back in trauma ward, doctor asked me to bring thread and medicine for stitches. So Devang and Shyam went for the medicine, problem was we didn’t have money at all. They called up Harsh to come with money. And so far only one person is allowed with the patient I was with the guy. Because his wife and kid hadn’t arrived then. Meanwhile the guy “Mr K” was coming in his senses. And he suddenly bursts crying. I was shocked and scarred again. I sat beside him and asked what happened. He replied “what am I doing here” I don’t remember a thing”. Then I told him everything. Again he was crying, I asked again, he said that he was scarred. I went to doctor and told him about this. Doc came and made him understand. Meanwhile the unconscious guy on stretcher, about whom i mentioned earlier, was still there and his son had arrived. He was yelling Dad, wake up, Dad..please wake up. And trust me while writing this, my eyes are blurred. It was painful and really heart melting to see that guy yelling over his Dead dad !! :(( He kept on doing this for almost 15-20 minutes. He kept on pumping the body and crying. I couldn’t resist myself there.

By then he was taken to OT and his wife and kids had also arrived. They were anxious too. I told them the situation and made them understand that there’s nothing to worry about. I was there with Doc in the OT while taking stitches. I had a nice long conversation with Doctor. While Mrs K  was waiting outside and Doc, Mr K and me being inside the OT. Doc asked me, why didn’t you ran away. I said because it was my fault and even if it wasn’t my fault then i’d have stayed and couple of more talks about morality and humanity !!

Alas, we are done, and you can go home yourself said Doc to Mr K. His wife came to me and thanked me. And his wife explained their condition. They have this daily business. Their evening menu is decided by the earnings at the end of the day. They lived in a house on rest and they can’t pay the rent the landlord is threatening them to leave the place. More over the kid is now in 12th, so his tuition fees and all. I really don’t know how they gonna manage all this.


Happy burpday Kiran Sir

This might seem crap to many of the readers, but he is the one who is responsible for what I am. Although I had left the institute back in 9th grade and later he left when i was in 11th. Went to oxford married to Ruchita ma’am !! He has played most important role in building me up. And how can i forget my last birthday.
Whatever purpose or reason would be for coming down to India. But i firmly believe that he came down just to wish me the best !! You’re no lesser than God for me !! Heartily wishes from your student ! 🙂


a real gypsy’s blog link

yeah, that’s me

pearls of wisdom

"Apparently people don't like the truth, but I do like it; I like it because it upsets a lot of people. If you show them enough times that their arguments are bullshit, then maybe just once, one of them will say, 'Oh! Wait a minute - I was wrong.' I live for that happening. Rare, I assure you."

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