Maidens, Centurions and Silly Points


The latest offering from the maker of The Young and Stupid Series is here. “Maidens, Centurions and Silly Points” is a must read for every Rameez Raja hater, every fan of Sachin Tendulkar and the bigger legion of my fans (Okay I pushed it too far there). But I’m not kidding, the 3 people who have read this so far say it’s really funny, but one of them was watching his favorite sitcom at the same time, so there might be some confusion there.

The story gathered controversy when Blogroll Member Aditya PK, plagiarized the idea and then later publically admitted to doing so
Before I sabotage the story while trying to ‘promote’ it, let me just link you guys.

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I’ve got something better for you guys. Here’s the downloadable version of “Maidens…” (which is hosted on guilty-as-charged Aditya’s website) with some soon-to-be-added features like a cover design by a friend and a prologue by another friend. Support these hungry artists, and me of course by DOWNLOADING THIS FILE. Come on guys, you’re Indian, and this is free, I don’t see any reason why not to do this!


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Between Love and Indifference.


What a lie we utter,
When we claim to be better,
Than the beasts,
And to be as apart from them
as west from the east.
When we say, ‘Looks don’t matter’
And then go flatter,
The next pretty face we meet,
And fall at their feet,
And roll on the floor,
And bend over backwards
And so much more,
Just to get that foot in the door.
But just as before,
It slams with rejection
And you sit there in dejection,
Telling yourself another lie,
That someday things will change,
If you try.
But failure shall always be around,
If you have a few extra pounds,
Or if you’re underweight,
Ain’t it great?
how we let someone else dictate
Our fate, based not on what we are,
But what they can see
That’s how shallow we can be!

The fools
can play by someone else’s rules,
But I refuse –
To do the same,
I refuse –
To play their games,
I’m going back to sleep,
Wake me up
When things have changed,
When the world isn’t so strange,
And when looks don’t make the difference,
Between love and indifference.

‘Human’ Waste


Between the dumpsters
Ignored by and oblivious to all,
Lies a fine specimen,
Of what they consider ‘waste’

Amidst the everyday garbage he lies,
One with the refused and the rejected.
For they do not deem him fit
For their company,sympathy or charity.

The rich offerings are for the Gods,
And God’s cousins,
And the left-overs –
The property of whichever stray
That lays its paws before the others.

But for the human reject,
Not even the name ‘human’.
‘Urchin’, ‘destitute’ or ‘homeless’
He counts for nothing.

They refuse to recognize him.
And he simply cannot,
So he remains stoic.
He doesn’t live in the world
That they keep him out of.
He has found a better one of his own.

With bare rugged hands,
Caked with dirt,
He snatches away,
What was to be the dinner ,
Of what
they call ‘best friend
Amongst those called ‘

And then he retreats,
Covered in muck
To his perfect paradise,
Between the two dumpsters.