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The sun went down, inhuman sea of humanity lands to party. Frustrated lifestyle, frustrated life meets frustrated music. Beer, party and women this vicious cycle never ends. Fagged minds and boozed souls rock the floor, forgetting the lyrics and the culture it is propagating. So when “ tujh jaisi toh pat jaati hai,phir dughatna ghat jati hai Mai hoon shikari kudiye Mujhko naa pehchane tu kya   tere Ghar akhbar nahi aata.” People celebrate the culture of gender terrorism and they need tougher laws to prevent gender abuse. Singh and his lyrics reflect platitudinous culture of patriarchal setup..The culture that would have erased XX chromosome from the humanity, had it not been for her physical landmarks-the breasts, the buttocks and the vagina. Honey Singh has created such an ecosystem that whenever there’s party. Woman by default becomes the victim of violence. Party, beer, and woman become same, all three meant for consumption, entertainment and disposal....

Me :  Thinking of visiting Thames. MT :   Why? thinking Thames? Me :   I have to compile long hoarded poem,to which i wi sh           to title as"By river Thames I sat and wept" Thames              has been my childhood favorite . M T :  girl why go Thames for weeping,for past 10 months              there has been Thames itself in your ey es.          Day and Night           just Thames flowing in your ey es. Me :  wish to rhyme         eyes flooded with Thames         burn i n g amidst   flames         lies were all the tall claims         th is is the reason for inking          rhymes so insane.. MT : Girl stop it!! its getting wackier,you are a   ...

“She came .She wrote. She conquered”. On one fine morning, would read a banner headline after the fanfare confetti night that crowned Niharika as the Booker Queen. “She is the harbinger of the contemporary Indian journalism”. Would say morning news anchor… “Niharika is the prolific writer.She is the brilliant journalist”. As my artist brain was fantasizing this dreamy sojourn..Then Knocked my censor brain and said “great words, great dreams, these are too great to come true. Day dreaming ought to be taxed after this!! “Shut up!!Critics, they just judge others and appreciation is not bolt of their mind.Niharika dreams big, so would she achieve. She’s Booker. Pulitzer girl” asserted my artist brain. “Oh! Yes she has the habit of playing with great people’s words. Dr Kalam who said ‘Dream big, dreaming small is a crime’. She narrated it as ‘Dream big .dreaming small is no kind’ . You call that art.” said censor brain. Avenging on my behalf, said my artist brain, “She is crea...