"NARENDARA MODI BHOSADIKA"

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With all those talks going around about how NARENDARA MODI should be the next PM. Like many even I started to believe in his great leadership qualities. This video came in at right time as an eye opener atleast for me.

When the big and mighty and the Ideals of new order like Ratan Tata, Ambani, Sunil Mittal say something a feeble nobody like me easily gets trapped.

The video brings back all the horror, anger in me which I felt during Gujrat roits. I just can't understand what is wrong with these big and mighty, they're siding with a killer a man who is a bigger sinner than Ajmal Kasab.
Narendra Modi killed many more Indians than Ajmal Kasab and still he is being projected as the next PM.

The above words don't even express a fraction of my anger, may be English will always be a secondary language for me.

Sab pagal hain yahan, ek hatyare ko desh ka karta-dharta banane pe tulley hain. Ye toh wahi baat hui ki ek balatkari balatkar kare aur fir apne shikar ke vikas aur uthhan ki baatein kare. Narendara Modi ek balatkari hai usne mere desh ka, insaniyat ka balatkar kiya hai, ek baar nahi kai baar kiya hai. Ussey koi haq nahi is desh pe raj karne kaa. Jispe jail mein daal ke mukadma chalana thaa usko raj gaddi pe baitha rahe ho. Main puchta hun jo insaan is Modi ki wakalat karta hai ussey, kya tum apni beti ke balatkari ko bhi jaruat pe aise hi izzat dogey aur sab kuch bhul ke usey sir pe baithaogey. Sayad iska bhi jawab haan hai, tabhi toh jisne is desh ka balatkar kiyaa usey sir pe baitha rahe ho.

Kuch samjh nahi aa raha bas dil karr raha hai sadakon pe jaaun aur jor-jor se chillaun

"NARENDARA MODI BHOSADIKA",

aisa karne pe sab pagal kahengey. Kya waqt hai, kya jamana hai, kya desh hai mera, main apne desh ke balatkari ko sadak pe gali dun toh main pagal aur jo usey isi desh ka karta-dharta "Pradhanmantri" banane ki baat kare wo zimmedar aur izzetdar nagrik.

Sala agar yehi hai badappan aur yehi hai duniya, mujhe fir se bachpan mein dal do, main 8-9 saal ki umar se jyada bada nahi hona chahta, mujhe mere bachpan mein wapas bhej do.

Jai Ho Bharat, Jai HO!!!

yehi duniya hai toh fir aisi ye duniya kyun hai... yehi hota hai toh akhir yehi hota kyun hai...

Kaifi Azmi sahab ki ye do pankatiyan puri tarah se meri vartman manshik stithi ko darshati hain.
I'm confused, I'm bitter something inside me is troubling me. I'm unable to understand this world.

What the fuck I'm stuck in, what kind of world is this, what should i do, what is all this madness around, I feel like doing drugs. I feel like ending this life, i don't know what to say or do, I'm fucked.

Sahi galat, sach jhuth ke sare mayne dhumil hote jaa rahe hain. Ek ajeeb sa andhakar dikhane lagta hai chaaro oor. Sab jhuth lagta hai, sabse nafrat ho jati hai. man karta hai ek bhayankar visphot ho, aur sab kuch khatam ho jaye. Ya fir mere dimag mein ek visphot ho aur main khatam ho jaun.

ek taswir banti hai dimag mein. kabhi lagta hai main sthir hun aur sab ghum raha hai aur kabhi lagta hai sab sthir hai aur main ghum raha hun. samajh mein nahi ata kaun si tasvir haqeekat hai.

Kya rakha hai yahan, kya paa lunga main yaha, sab ganda hai galat hai, kyun jina aise, ek napunsak zindagi ka bojh bardasht nahi ho pata kabhi-kabhi lagta hai khud ko khatam karna hi ek rasta hai.

Logon ko khus dekhta hun toh paresan ho jata hun, kaise khus hain sab yahan, kaise jo chal raha hai usko bardast kar rahe hain log.
sab bhulawe mein jite hain, sach se muh feer ke rehte hain, parr kyun pata nahi.

kisi cheez ka koi maapdand nahi humare samaj mein, humesa izzat naam ke parde se sach ko dhak ke rakha jata hai. sab ek jhuthi izzat ke liye jite hain aur marte hain. pata nahi kaise hai ye izzat, kisne banai hai iski ye jhuthi kasauti. jis samaj ki kasauti hi itni jhuthi hai kaise mann lun sach usko.

sab burey hain maa baap bhai behen chacha mama dada aur jo bhi rishta sonch sakta hun. kisi ko insaan ki parwah nahi bas ek jutha samjh aur usme apni juthi izzat ke liye jitey hain. bachpan mein jhuth bolne pe bacche ko marte hain aur bade hone pe usi bacche ko sabse pehle beimaan hona batate hain. bacchon ko kamchori buri hai ye batate hain, aur fir usi ko kehte hain sarkari naukri sabse acchi hai kyunki usmein kamm nahi karna hota, kuch karo ya na karo naukri bachi rehti hai,aur upar ki kamai alag. kaisa dhancha hai ye, kis taraf le jaa rahe ho duniya ko.

sab bhagwan ko mante hain, harr cheez jo khud nahi karr patey wo bhagwan ke matthe daal dete hain. bhagwan ko ek mante hain uski puja karte hain usko pawan aur pavitra kehte hain aur usi ke naam pe ek dusre ki jaan lete hain, sirf jaan hi nahi lete balki usi bhagwan aur dharm ke naam pe balatkar karte hain. fir ye sab karne ke badd samaj mein unchey khade hotey hain, apni maa beheno se najar milate hain aur unke liye samaj mein jine ke maap-dand tay karte hain.

dharamguru aur dharam ke thekedar jaise chahein waise dharam ko madodtey hain aur humare samne rakhtey hain aur hum apni dimag ka istemal kiye bina usi ko sach mante hain. sab ko dikhata hai ki dharamke thekedar dharm ke naam pe kya kya nahi karte, kisi ki jaan lene se leke , bacchon ke sath sambandh banana, pooja ke naam pe izzat lutna ye sab karte hue dharmguru pakade jate hain. parr hum ye sab kuch dekh ke bhi andhe bane rehte hain inhi dharam guruon ko mante hain inhi ke maapdando pe chalte hain. kaisa andhapan hai ye.

kisi ko ye nahi sunna ki kehne wala kya keh raha hai iska matlab kya hai. yahan kaun kehta hai ye jyada jaruri hai banispat ki kya kaha jaa raha hai. behre hain sab log yahan. khud kya chahte hain kisi ko koi nahi pata na koi janna chahta hai, sabko ye pata hai samaj kya chahta hai, samajh ke hisab se kaise jiye.

mansik rup se andhe beharey hain sab yahan. ek bhedon ka jhund hai jisko koi bhi danda leke hank sakta hai. koi bhi desh, koi bh sadi, koi bhi samajh, bas agar hum dekhein toh yehi payenge ki humesa humein bhedon ki tarah hanka gaya hai. kuch nahi badlta, badlta hai toh bas hankane wala aur dunda jissey hanka jata hai.

hum filmein dekhtey hain jo switzerland aur london mein shoot ki jati hain, jisme sab amir hotey hain sab khus hotey, aisi filmein jo humare bhulawe ko majboot karti hain. in filmon ka sacchai se koi wasta nahi hota ye bas sapne ki duniya banati hain aur humein bhulawe ko badhawa deti hain. hummein itni bhi shakti nahi ki apni sacchai ko parde pe dekh shake. sab kuch se muh pher lete hain aur raat ke adnhere mein jine wale hazaron rakchason ko zindagi dete hain. hum mante hi nahi ki buraiyan hain toh unko badlengey ya ladenge khaak. isi bhulawe mein jina rakchason ko janam deta hai. ye buraiye rakchas kahin aur se nahi aate bas humare beech se paida hotey hain, balki humare andar se hi paida hotey hain. kyun, kyunki hum kuch cheezon ko nazar andaz karte hain, manna hi nahi chahte ki unka astitav bhi hai. agar kuch dikhta bhi hai toh aandekha karr dete hain unsuna karr dete hain.

jo galat ho bura ho jisse ladne se paresani ho sab bhagwan ke bharosey daal do aur zindagi ko ek aramgah mein beetao. marte rehte hain roz roz thoda thoda, apne aap ko zinda rakhne ki kosis mein.

pata nahi ye sab kya likh raha hun, kyun likh raha hun, parr likhne se shakun milta hai toh likh deta hun. sayad kisi din kuch karunga, nahi bhi karr paya toh kam se kam in saab ka hissa nahi banunga.

"Up above if something like God exists, tell him I don't believe in him."

It's not in the temples, it's not in the mosque, it's not in the church.
It's not at all in the rituals, nor in the prayers. Not in the religions, not in the statues and images nor in those palces they visit.
don't follow, don't practise. Question, realize, understand.
I found mine, it's in me, it's me, it's I...