Modern Ramayana-A Peek into the Socialized Love Story

Everyone, who has the patience to read the title must be wondering what this retarded dolt is gonna write or what fart he's gonna tell us.Yea, you people are absolutely right, this is fart, purely a whimsical work and has got nothing to do with emotions and obviously no way related to religion.
our epics tell us that there was this dude called Rama, who was madly in love with a dudette named Sita. They were madly in love with each other and happily married for a while. Rama had no girl-friends and apparently no flings too. Sita knew only one man in life (Rama owes alot to now a days celebrities like Jhonny Depp, SRK blah blah blah..) and we all know it through Valmiki. But there was a Villain in the story, he is none other than our Ravana. He wanted to get into the pants of Sita and took her out once. Sita had sent a message to Rama about this , which made Rama furious and he chopped Ravana's **** off. They lived happily ever after and made the ideal couple in our Indian history , or atleast we believe it so. I dont think Valmiki was proficient in making false stories or let us be happy with it, as we cant do much about.After all it was a delicate unquestionable history.This ideal couple had children and they had childreb, who are the ancestors of our Modern Rams and Modern Sitas.
Thanks to the advent of Christianity and thanks to the British Empire, who ruled India and finally my sincere postrations to Computers.They are the ones, who taught us civilization, English and ofcourse getting socialized(wink wink).
In this Hugh Hefner's(founder of PlayBoy and F****er of Playmates) era, things changed to an incredible extent. Lets look at the way our epic has taken its birth.
Ram loves Sita and they are living happily till one day, when Sita gets a message from Ravan, asking her out for a dinner or a drink. Sita asks for Ram's consent for the rendezvous with Ravan(unlike our epic Sita , who was even reluctant to have a peek at Ravana). Our manly Ram, sounds more masculine and commands Sita to avoid this meet-up. Sita, who is unhappy with Ram's response says that if only the conditions were applied much earlier, she would not have even met Ram, who asked her out in the similar way. She tries to explain that she was trying to socialize and be more civilized. She opines that there's nothing wrong in having a drink with Ravan, who once wanted to sleep with her(Rama knows what he is thinking of now!!!!?????).
Every Ram in this world was a Ravan once and every Ravan here is gonna be a jealous Ram in a while. This is the rule in this so called and self-proclaimed civilized corporate world. This is an eternal cycle and goes on forever. So , if we can call men as p**n hounds,what our socialized female counter parts called??"b*****s".
For the sake of people with minimal number of grey cells and restricted imagination, I would like to conclude saying that MEN ARE FROM MARS and WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS, considering the fact that Ramayana never happened in ET(Extraterrestrial).

SOME TIMES OUR LIVES LOOK BETTER IN THE RETROSPECT

I think this is the first post, that has deviated from the core and biased thoughts this blog was started with.This has taken birth from a cup of coffee and the eternal turbulence that whispered to the demons in my head to awaken.

Every one, who has a life and who are here to live a better life knows that he has to move on, or atleast get acclimatised to the fact that he should move on.But, we ,homosapiens have a strange disorder called neo-phobia.We tend to resist change and like to continue with the undisturbed and eternal inertia we are used to.I never thought that I would get attached to the world I lived in and I never thought that these pages of my life can never overwritten,hidden or erased.

I reckon the hours , I'd spent farting with my flew away fraternity and the wilderness we were in.The endless movie marathon,vels chai shop sakthi wines and the 4th wing , where we used to saunter like apes with the monkeys, they were the places of our worship, the places where we shared our joy, committed sins and laughed them away with a smoke from the inside and the sip from the outside. The life I'd spent there endowed me with a few habits, the habits i would never leave . This placed moulded us into what we're now.It's the birthplace for my academic failure, my dipsomania and the music mania, for which a few think that I should be in the asylum.

Now, I walked into the silicon jungle, the concrete coporate road with only one-way,with no one to guide but every one to expect. With the hazzle dazzles of the synthetic real world, pushing me away from the real 'I'. Every night I sleep with the hope that this real cacophony is just a dream over a bottle of whiskey and my pals would knock my room door at tapti 249 for the Infra class.

But i have to get up every morning with the same old dream , the vacant stare looking for the wilderness i miss, eternal sigh over coffee sips thinking that "GONE DAYS ARE ALWAYS THE BEST DAYS,NEVER TO COME AND FOREVER TO AWAIT AND LEFT WITH ONLY ONE SAYING ' OUR LIVES LOOK BETTER IN THE RETROSPECT' ".

I wish i were John in THE MAN FROM EARTH, for whom it is easy to move and for whom the life is eternal.Unfortunately, I'm Ajay,I'm a MORTAL, places and memories haunt me.