Introducing : Ashish Bhai aka Master

phad bhenchod phad de, gand phad rand story, these are some interesting keywords that people are using to reach this blog, lol, i hope they get what they want...

So yesterday we sat with ashish, this guy was mentioned in the post "sanu ka ground" he is the one who from his terrace watches couples (yeh they come in after noon too). Ashish doesnt drink daily, and when ever he drinks around once a week, he seeks our company, most of the time we make some bahanas but some times we give in for a change. Btw i always like new people while drinking, i like to listen to the stories.

We decided to sit at krishna's house, so that we can watch cricket match while drinking (i dont like cricket, thou i have watched many times while drinking. its a lousy game, i cant keep my mind fixated to it, the game is so boring that my mind wavers). Krishna doesnt drink, so we sat drinking and watching the game, i guess yesterday's game was thoda good and india lost, thats good, i cud look at annoyed faces. The drink was sponsored by ashish, after that food too. Every time ashish drinks, he pays for the food even if he doesnt have money, he pays on udhari. I like this guy, he is not kanjoos, i simply hate kanjoos people.

Ashish is some 45 years old, he is a fire contractor (the one that sells those fire extinguisher bottles) not sure how much he earns, his wife a teacher (a dangerous women, as far as the story goes), has a daughter (she is a hot maal, the padaku types). he is a marathi and proud of it, generally marathi's are not good ppl but this guy proves to be an exception and he owes me money.

He is called master because he used to take tuitions, the problem with this guy is that he has forgotten that he has grown old, he likes to be in company of younger guys like us, he gets tight and does chutiyagiri like he is in some college, thou he is a thin, small man, but every time he drinks, he becomes a dada, and wants a fight with everyone, and its we who have to take care of him. Thats what i like about this guy, he is a special character who grew older only by body, but by mind he is in his 20s, also he is a loser, and i like losers they have this aura which attracts me, a bit of sadness behind their eyes, a bit of jealousy, a bit of realisation that they have lost. Losers are sexy.

Since he falls out of place among us, people dont treat him well, R2 gives a lot of gaalis and calls him takla, i feel bad about him some time, people dont take him seriously and treat him badly. But he is a good guy, who doesnt want to grow old, he is an exception a hero. You will never see him among the people of his age, he is always talking to, and roaming around with younger people. One of my chacha is also like this, unable to grow above his age, always talking, thinking about sex. I m also kind of like this people, mentally i grew fast, but still i roam with this people who are mentally younger than me, i also write the blog in such a manner as if i m quite young, i can write without all the childish shit and sex, i can write like mature people, discussing things that matter, about philosophy or current affairs in a good, normal way, but then thats common. Like them i too chose to be different, in a different way.

Now there is a bonus for the readers, 2 small ashish stories, yeh sex stories, which i guess u will like it.

He has an affair with one of our friend J's sister, the story starts when he was taking tuition of that girl, he was around 25 years then, she was in 7th or 8th. One day when he was teaching, she took his hand and kept on her breast, and from there there was no looking back and still they are having the affair. J also knows about it, and he hates him.

He had this friend who introduced him to this couple, now this man is rich but he has erection problem, so to satisfy his wife's need, he calls ashish,  Ashish and the man's wife have sex in the back of the car, while the man drives, he goes there every week.

Now these stories were told in detail, but i had kept it brief, these stories tells something about the social fabric and relationships.

P.S. R2 is back after ladki dekhing, havent met him yet, will update the stories once i meet him.

Some personal updates

Owing to readers complaints, esp. the females (their views have more weight here because they are lesser in numbers) i m shifting to the old generic comment system.

Since there has been no shit and sex in last few of my posts some might get the impression of me be going main-stream, but thats not the case. To start with shit, u guys need not worry, i have been shitting normally and hope you are shitting normally aswell, a few of my observations regarding shit is that, i could see tomato skin floating, also some kind of seeds, i doubt if they are tomato or chilly seeds. Also this could be plants mechanism of spreading seeds through humans.. another example of symbiotic relationship.Also the shit has been floating a lot, which means a lot of water gets wasted in flushing, and i seriously feel bad, which calls for an urgent upgradation of flushing systems.

Few days back i, R1 and G after a long time were back at sanu ka ground drinking, since i came back from kerala we have been sitting at my home itself since parents are not back yet, and i m missing them a lot. As we drank G was talking about all the past thing that he did with loverias. He said lets do something, R1 was hesitant (he has grow wiser, with 2 police cases pending on him) i said let do something, it would be fun, life has become so predictable. Few loverias were sitting in the open but we decided to check on the hard core one's in the jhadi. We slowly moved towards the jhadi crouching, but the loverias stopped us and kicked the bike and left, we went deeper into the bushes. We spotted two of them, as soon as they heard our steps, he guy started the bike, as they were going G got hold of the girls boobs and pressed once, as they sped away, we laughed. Then we spotted the next target, they were sitting in the open, we went near them, the guy seemed brave and ignored us.

G said : kya kar raha hai ve chutiye.

The guy: Kyun kya hua?

G : Sale khulle mein bhaitha hai, kahin hotel wagere mein jaa, koi aayega to yeh ladki ki maa chod dega.

The guy: Kya karna hai, Marna hai?. Le maar le..

We left, G said to us, saale aajkal k bacche saale napphat ho gaye hai, koi darr hi nahi hai, we agreed. As we strolled through the ground, ashamed at our incapabilities, we saw the guy and the girl whose boobs G pressed standing at a distance talking on phone, R1 said chal chal, kuch locha hone wala hai, And soon reached a gang of 5 to 6 boys, and surrounded us, we thought we could manage them, they were all young, but more and more people started coming. Few of them knew us already, so the things got solved, but the guy whose girlfriend was molested was still angry, he said dekh loonga and went away, the girl narrated the whole incident and this guy pressed me here, pointing towards her boobs. Things got solved and we went home..

Also i bought a new lcd tv (bought LG because they offer better after sales service, i mean they come to your home if you have any problem, thats why i preferred it) this sunday, actually had planned to take in loan but due to some documentation problem it didnt happen, so had to buy in cash, which makes me more garib now. So basically life is normal, krishna's liquor bills stand at 6k, might not be able to pay this month as well. completed reading 1000 splendid suns, though women's story, but is good thou kite runner by the same author was better.

P.S. All the comments added into the earlier system is lost,, thats bad, really bad..

Insights into domestic violence

So i have been just lurking around some "main stream popular blogs" mainly those of feminist kind (i wonder why women happen to be more popular bloggers). Anyway as a matter of fact, i do visit these kind of blogs and as a nature i oppose whatever they are saying, but rarely are my comments approved i think and let me tell you the comments are neither insulting nor filled with swear words, as one might expect from me. I never spread my gaalis to others blog, they stay at my place.

So they were all discussing or would rather say were mentioning instances of domestic violence, some domestic violence awareness month is this i guess. The problem with these blogs is that they never try to figure out the solution but rather just express their views, or the already known facts. The thing with feminists is that they are like theologists, one sided, never looking at the other side of the story..They are just thinking that MEN ARE EVIL. but the facts point to other side.

Thou i can talk about domestic violence against women, but we would rather choose to discuss domestic violence against men. Domestic violence against men by their spouse rarely come out in the open due to some obvious reason. A man wouldnt go out and tell the world, or say to his friends, or other relatives that his wife beats the hell out of him. The men are in a situation similar to sexually abused children, they are not able to speak about it. If there are violent men so are there violent women and the feminist ignore this angle completely as a matter of fact i would say, women are more wicked than men on an average. So its not surprising that in instances of domestic violence the violence induced by a mother in law towards the daughter in law would be in higher number than the violence of husband towards his wife, and in most cases the mother is the one that prods the son to beat his wife.

The above results of survey shows that violence against men by women are in higher numbers and is increasing, I know its not a indian survey, but all women and men are the same, there is nothing special about india, and india being more conservative men wont come out in the open, also a study proves that women are more likely to physically abuse their children, mostly single mothers.

Statistics from indian crime records bureau of india says that instances of suicides among married men are twice as compared to women.


The issue is not a man against woman or woman against men issue, but its something else. Even the Indian law is pro women in these issues, and the men are big victims of this. As the women are becoming more independent instances of domestic violence towards men is increasing in the western world, and will also begin to increase in india. Just to prove my point i would suggest you to go to google.com just type "domestic violence against.." and the search engine will give automatic suggestion of the most searched terms and the first one(means the most searched term) will be "domestic violence against men". One may argue that this is not a proof. But i would counter that people would search these kind of things when they are themselves suffering it.

As a civilized man would not beat a women because one had been brought-up with the values that its not right to beat / physically abuse a women". So this deters him, but there are not values fed into women as to they should not act in a particular manner, but they would subconsciously cite how the women has been oppressed through out the history, so she might think its time to pay back.

What i m trying here to tell the readers and feminists is that, domestic violence is not a women specific issue, violence against men is taken very lightly and a few would outrightly deny the existence of it. Let me put it again WOMEN ARE MORE CRUEL THAN MEN, its just that they havent got any chance to prove it.. you will see that in coming years. I see a future i mean 100s of years from now, that all men would be made slaves (i mean actual slaves, literally), i m already seeing men behaving and giving extra importance to women, as if they are slaves..

P.S. This writeup is not against any gender, but its against popular views, as it happens the reality is not being brought up by the main-stream.. 

The blogger - chapter 2 - killer is on the move..

Read part 1 here

So this time i have seriously decided to follow my decision. In the last post archana was chosen as the target, and she herself was responsible for it, its a sad fact that she has completed just 26 posts, but then there are people who havent completed that much either. Its not easy to kill some one, someone whose posts i have read and someone who has such a cute profile pic. She has just completed two states by chetan bhagat and death means she wouldnt have to read yet another forthcoming stupid book of his, nomatter how much she liked it.

She also likes a movie "na tum jaano na hum" which reminds me of my friend chimp who is now in newzeland, and she is the second person whom i know besides him who liked this movie. It has to be considered that she is just a girl of 21 and she might have lot of ambitions, and hopes about her life, also we can never ignore how  her family is going to cope once she takes the last breath. And before i kill her, i have only 1 question for her. What is yemiledu? and the answer might change my mind aswell.

I reached hyderabad today at 11 am, hyderabad is where our target lives. The tracking software that i had installed had given me an approximate area of her location, I thought it would be hard to track her down, but she happened to keep a pic of hers in her twitter account, so i took a print out of it, and searched through the locality that the software had pointed. At 3:45 pm i spotted her today, i think she was comming back from her class. I followed her to her home. Waited and studied the area for a few hours, to get the feel of the surrounding. Now if i had to kill her, this place offers no chance, may be i will have to lure her under some pretex, thou she would have read this post, still she would fall in the trap. ha ha ha.... ha ha ha ha

I had gone to a nearby super market earlier the day and bought some nice set of sharp knives, a Big trolley bag (to keep the mutilated body parts), a rope (might be of some use), rubber gloves, floor cleaner, some cheap t-shirts (to wipe blood after the killing), a small vaccum cleaner (to be sure, i dont leave any forensic clues behind). The hotel i choose was away from the city, nearly empty the place was such that people might not care much. This hotel seemed to be used by couples and prostitutes. This increases the risk of an out of the blue police raid, but thats a risk that could be taken..

I lay on my bed with laptop as i m typing this, thinking of the day that will follow. My hands are sweating as i type, the feeling is of exhilaration and nervousness the kind of feeling before an interview that you know you are going to pass. May be i might think of raping, or tasting human flesh aswell, and the thought of eating raw human flesh gives a sense of courage, i take a gulp of whiskey. and click publish.

edited to add @ 8:23 am on 27th oct.


Read here archana's final letter. yes she is a brave little girl. And do see the enlarged profile pic of her's in the post (ya the cute one, tht i mentioned). And you can see on this post with an inventive strike through title, asking me to change my plans he he he.. ha ha ha... And since she has a cute profile pic, and she is going to tell us what yemilendu means, i decided that not me, not her but you, my readers will decide the course of her and my fate. So here is a poll, the first poll in history conducted online that will save a girl from being brutally murdered and mutilated. Its time to decide. The victim can also vote.

The blogger - A True story

Unusual were his writing and unusual were his topics, he wrote about things he experienced and things that he knew, one day he wanted to write about serial killers. He had always maintained he would write only about the things he knew personally in his blog. He dropped the idea and kept on writing on different thing, but he couldn’t get the topic of serial killer out of his mind..

He decided he would talk to a serial killer before he wrote the post, he researched, he talked to people then one day he came to know about a serial killer completing his sentence at the Central jail based in his city, he decided to meet him. He went there and waited as he came to the window. He told him that he wanted first hand experience about serial killers, but the convict refused.

He came back and kept staring at his pc screen, he decided he would kill a few people. The questions were whom, how?. It would be stupid to kill some one in his locality, he has to go to a different city, but what would be the ideal place, and who would he kill. He thought there should be a pattern in the killing that’s what the serial killers do, what pattern should I use, what age-group, what sex, what would be the common link between them. Then he got an idea.

He would kill the commentators on his blog, that would be interesting and it would have a common link. He installed a visitor tracking system on his blog, the system would track the ip address and show the locality of the visitor on google maps. He would go there and scan the locality with whatever information, he had. He would co-relate things and find more details on other social networks.  He put a post, about a story of a blogger, who becomes a serial killer. the title was “The blogger – A true story”. He had vowed to himself, no matter how far the first commentator lived he would nail him down and kill in a way that nobody would have expected, after clicking the publish post button, he waited, he waited for the first comment to trickle down..

To be continued….