My god is better than yours..

That’s right, I said it out loud. I’ll say it again: My God is Better than Your God. I don’t care if you’re a Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu or Branch Davidian. My God is Better than All Your Gods. Hands down.

Now I suppose at this point you’re either ranting, raving, or building something to kill me with (or you just don’t give a damn, which means you’re probably not even reading anymore) but hear me out. Once I explain why My God is Better than Your God, you’ll most likely agree with what I have to say.

The only thing that makes my God Better than Your God is this: I’m not even sure my God exists. But that’s OK, because in the end it doesn’t make a licking difference in my life anyways.

The way I see it, all through history mankind has been having this debate over whose God is the Best. And when I say debate, I mean debate in the religious sense: war, rape, atrocities, torture, maiming and baby killing. The fun kind of debate that religion has been up to for thousands of years.

My God has tried to get away from that debate. He’s lead me to search deep within myself for the true answers. So I did. I thought about him and Jesus and Mohamed and all those other crazy party animals. I thought about all the things that make them different for awhile, but that was just crazy; there’s too many differences to even try to document them all. Then I thought about what makes them all the same, and you know what? There’s very little that make them all the same. In fact, about the only thing they have in common is benevolence. They all want their people to prosper and be happy.

Wow. What a bombshell! God wants you and I to be happy. That is a true saying no matter what religion you are talking about (except for the crazy ones, and who wants to follow a god that doesn’t want what is best for you?).

So how do we all achieve real happiness? It’s not by praying. Maybe praying makes you happy, but it doesn’t do much for me, and other people find it downright offensive. Maybe it’s by taking whatever we can as quickly as possible. No, it’s not that either. Material goods bring happiness when you buy them, but they quickly loose their attraction, and you end up just wanting the new one that just came out after you bought yours. That’s not true happiness, and even if it was, it’s not a way to make all people happy, because we do live on a planet of finite resources. And if we’re not all happy, someone unhappy will find a way to make others that are happy pay.

I went on and on like this trying to figure it out, but after a while I was at the same point I was at when I was trying to map out the differences between the religions. There were just too many things to consider. So once again, I tried looking at it from a different perspective: if I can’t figure out what will make everyone happy, what can I show that will make anyone unhappy? Then it occurred to me: violence, in the most general sense of the word, makes people unhappy. So even though I’m not sure what will make everyone happy, I can make sure we get closer to this mythical state of happiness by trying to get rid of some violence in the world.

And where do we get most of our violence? Religion. That’s right. Religion causes the most violence in the world, and it’s been that way since we invented the word religion. So the goal for me is to convince as many people as possible to give up on religion. It’s not the way to find peace, or to find God. If God loves you and me, and wants the best for you and me, isn’t it just logical to give each other enough space to pursue happiness?

As I said before, I don’t even know if my God exists. I’ve gotten no definitive answers to the question of God’s existence. If he does exist (and he is a benevolent God) then I will make him happy by being good to myself and others, the whole time trying to make myself and the world around me better. If he doesn’t exist, then I’m still going to try to make myself as happy as possible, and I’m going to do that by feeling proud of myself and my accomplishments. In other words, I’m going to try to improve myself and the world around me as much as possible. So either way, I’m going to try to make myself happy by constant improvement in my character.

That’s what my God taught me, and that is why My God is Better than Yours.

Adventures of Robin Narwani

God does justice to all, and we all would vouch for that..
And it was Robin Narwani who was given tit for tat
Every week he looked for a new girl to chat.
And to pataofy them he used all tricks in his hat.

He was fair and handsome plus he was tall
Ah cruel nature , dumb to the core , head was small
And so was the hat, thus the tricks soon went dry


(Chorus)
He drummed, he danced he shrieked with joy
But at the end of the day , he had to settle with Roy


As per his version the girls chased him too
But god knows that they were rare and few
At IIFT ,under scorching Sun he tried casting his spell
But crowned Ms IIFT , his masculinity fell

(Chorus)
He drummed, he danced he shrieked with joy
But at the end of the day , he had to settle with Roy


Still with his tattered pride intact , he raised his cupid’s arrow
Screening in a jiffy, he chose his first sparrow
Radhika was her name , but the name didn’t matter
Coz her fairness is what robin was after.

And lemme tell you again that even our Robin was quite fair
But what was it that the girl couldn’t dare
Maybe it was when she peeled his mind’s layer
That she found aghast, all his dumbness bare

To give you the gist of all that went wrong
All his features turned pale as puerility ran strong

(Chorus)
He drummed, he danced he shrieked with joy
But at the end of the day , he had to settle with Roy

Still with high spirits he lit a “BONG”
Sitting in front of hostel, their conversations went too long
It is not the lyric but music which makes a song
Lack of chemistry soon halted the ding dong

(Chorus)
He drummed, he danced he shrieked with joy
But at the end of the day , he had to settle with Roy


And then came blue eyed princess with Killer Khalsa at side
Fearless of the Killer, our Robin still tried,
Cos to save him from Khalsa was his Punjabi guide,
So he poured his feelings forth, with nothing to hide.

They chatted all night, she was his latest prey
And walked with her while Khalsa was at bay
The story went well till the placement day
When the diamond guys came and took her away

(Chorus)
He drummed, he danced he shrieked with joy
But at the end of the day , he had to settle with Roy

I wish i could fly

For the first 13-14 years of my life, I never thought. I believe in India, humans are not designed to do so. But since then, I started my life as a group of many. I was a singer, dancer, an archaeologist, an anthropologist, a doctor, an administrator and many more. Not only this I started having numerous qualities. I was not one in a multitude. I was the multitude.

But as life went on, the crowd started thinning out. My images started fading out. I am now left with only 3-4 of my favorite selves. There was a constant quest to know oneself and o quench the thirst of the remaining guys.

I always wondered the reason for happiness. would providing food and water to the remaining images suffice. Will it make them fly? Will it make them free if just for a little while? I tried. i tried but in vain. May be the recipe requires a secret ingredient!! I do not know... Probably they call it love.... I do not know... But the images still need all the care, respect and nourishment that they can get...

Nevertheless.... The quest remains.......

Have you seen Tendulkar playing?

I am privileged. I am elated. I am simply ecstatic. Today I witnessed miracles. I was not alone. What I saw was seen by the whole section A. Magic after magic after magic. Better than the front-foot cover drive of Dravid and even better than the back-foot Sachin's pull for 'Six' against Australia in Sharjah. Today we saw Dr. Ravi Shankar giving us 10 mantras of supply chain.
All those who came to this class found themselves closer to their real goal. I could see people having multiple orgasms after the 4th mantra.


From procurement to manufacturing to delivery, from info to material or money flow, from logistics to risk pooling to route planning; its all ingrained in our veins now. Believe me, BCCI should stop looking further now. We have found the best coach ever.


But wait!! What does this remind me off? I am one guy who always tries to draw parallels. This particular self confessed Tendulkar reminds me of Amitabh Bachchan, APJ and Chidambram. Not because this guy even close to the above mentioned celebrities in their respective professions.


My personal opinion- He is a piece of shit. But still he is relatively the better piece of litter we had at IIFT. Why do people then claim they are the BEST. Are they BEST? Have they proved themselves? No, I don't think so. The above mentioned people, have proved themselves but the common trait in all of them is humility. This is only lack of belief in one's own ability which forces people to claim.


Really!! How big a harm does insecurity inflict upon the mental faculties of an individual....

A Glass of Liquid

I am water. I am wine. I am bloody piss of a swine. Whatever I am, I am just lying still in a glass. The table might be different and so can be the liquid but it stays still. Never moves. Never Shakes. It never sends even so much so as a ripple. It just stays still, waiting for eternity. Absorbed in the liquid is years and years of tranquility derived from the system of nothingness.


We grew coz we had to. We ate and drank coz we had to. We read coz everyone did the same thing and it seemed an obvious choice. Now we are still living the way we do coz nobody ever suggested a better thing. Probably after years of training, I am now behaving like a horse with flaps on both sides of the eyes who can look and act only in one direction. Years of training has killed the human desires amongst us. We all have become trees of stunted growth. We are bonsais who remain static, ages and dies but never so mush so creates a ripple.


But I still am a glass of liquid (which one I don't know); ready to seep into soil. I still crave to make something grow.

Ultra Violence

Fuck. Kill. Shred. Rape. Mutilate. Dig into the heads of maggots, rip them apart. There are a million such emotions running through. The reason I believe is only one- self torture. Not so much as you want to hurt others but it has more to see and feel their pain in yourself.


I failed. I failed myself. I failed the system. But heck!!! hasn't the system failed me. No all I want is REVENGE. I was raped for 24 years. They all raped me. All I did for so many years was get myself educated. And amongst all, education failed me the most.


It tried to change me. Always. It always stole my ideas. It sat on ideas and waited for it to get rusted. Then it started shredding them. Ripping them. So much so that the dreams were left as a mere piece of illusion. It robbed me of everything I ever came up with.


I looked at people all around me getting oiled up to fit the grooves of an already running machine. Most of them know nothing about machines. They cant even make out the difference between two of the ilk. They are in no position to match their choice with desires. The more I think about what I have learned at school, the closer I come to the equation :

Is EDUCATION == RAPE???

Pseudos.....

Some shit. Some shit. But what the heck!!! I never related to any shit. A joke said by Eddie Murphy in his very famous show called Delirious (1983) comes to my mind. Mind you, the joke was for kids below 12 years of age. Once there was a bear and a rabbit who wanted to take a crap in woods. After they were done the bear asks the rabbit," Do you mind shit sticking to your fur?". He said "No". The bear took the rabbit and wiped his ass off. Now this is some story I can relate to. I will explain you why.


I look at pseudos everywhere. I look out of the window and see zombies making weird faces and gestures and giving false praises. When all their filthy minds can think of is how to fare better than the one they are praising. Obviously they see shit ticking to their fur but rather they all want to wipe it off with their colleague's fur and make their own fur look shinier.