Sex-tion 377
Some weeks or it may have passed a month that the honorable Delhi High Court amended the section 377, giving freedom to the gay and lesbian couples to do whatever they like on the road, bed and everywhere they like! Man when I first read it in the web I was like “what the… u know the word or u can put any, reader’s discretion. That too in India, where the culture brigade is actively wiping out the westerner’s idea and cleaning pubs! Trying to raise a morally correct generation! Recently, I found some holes by the road side. Maybe these guys hiding inside or God knows where they have vanished, which makes me think again has the divine given them special powers to vanish whenever they want and reappear when they feel Bharath ke nari is going out of control!!! As the mallu says “it’s not my cup of tea, so whay should I cyare!”
The one that makes my head burn is when I think “what do these people get?” Just imagine you are traveling on a crowded, steamy public transport bus and then a man comes with hot rod and keeps by your side! How would you feel? You wouldn’t wait your jeans to burn off, will you? And before it does the rod would be on his head frying his skin and breaking his ….. I don’t want to say that, if I do you may say I’m a murderer and a big bad bully! No man I’m just another blogger. I want you to come over here, again and again, read what I have to say! Otherwise how would I survive!
Some days before, I came to know from my friend that these people (gay activists) had been fighting for this amendment for almost 10 years. Phew!!! Man if they had something to help the nation grow at least people would have remembered them for their good work. And our grand moms and grandpas’ would have blessed them! Do you think this issue is worth a fight? What do I get, if I lust after a man? Find his bum enticing!!! Or find his body sculpted like John Abraham or any one else! Nothing, absolutely nothing! And if you say you would get something then why not try pressing a rock with your hand! And then if you say you get something out of it let me say, “Well, Man you are something extra ordinary.
Recently, I was on a tour with my childhood friend, we have been friends for more than 16 years. So when we were on the tour, by the way we made it after this glorious and historic amendment, so wherever we went we could see the eyes prying “why are they here” and those grins hiding some voluptuousness inside. Man I felt that freedom being taken away from me. Today if I want to hug my friend, I have to see who are watching me. The freedom that I enjoyed with my friend(s) is gone? I don’t want to be branded as a queer! I don’t find this word fashionable or something that can be tagged along with my name. This day when a group of society is firing crackers and lighting lamps for the freedom that they received, there is a group whose freedom is dragged behind the bars.
God wants us to walk in absolute freedom! Freedom that is available in every perspective! Why can’t we have natural affection and love towards something? Why do we go for something unnatural and disgusting? And I believe that everything that is unnatural is bondage, there will be time when we will regret it and when we realize it time might have slipped out from us. First time a person took a drug, he said this is absolute freedom and after years of consumption he can’t even raise his mouth to say “I was wrong” if this is the case with drugs, what more can it be with homosexuality! If you don’t believe me just google this word, “testimonies of homosexuals”. You will find thousands of people who have come out of it. Today, if you feel you want to come out of it I would like you to accept a person who can change your life upside down. A simple prayer is enough to invite this glorious person into your life. His name is Jesus, he loves you and accepts you as the way you are now! And believe me he will change you!
Here is the prayer for you-
Lord Jesus I confess of my sins. I know that you can change me, come into my heart and change me! Friend let me say if you have said that simple prayer, believe me God has begun a great change in your life! God bless you!!!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
oru rathriyude vishesham....
tell me what can happen at nights wen its raining, the cold breeze sweeps inside your bedroom covering you with its sweet scent of soil? i know some of you are getting naughty in your headset!!! typical mallu behavior, ok athu pote*! :) so wat i was telling was about the rain and its aftereffects.
its was like one of those movie scenes, the rain was pouring hard. as usual the elecricity was prompt to go off! i was lying, cuddled with my soft pillow and the bed sheet over my head. that's wen i heard a sweet voice, a shadow of hand on my face was closing in and much closer it came and took off the sheet from my face. do you know how pissed-off you get, wen someone does it? :) but if its of some one you love, its like heaven. so wen the veil was lifted, like wat we have in the happy dent ad, a cluster of tooth spread light on my face! do you know to whom did this precious art belong? it belonged to bijo my dear friend. and what did he say?(mallu lingo) "eda nammuku ponmudyil* pokam!!!" (tamil) "appa nee enna sholren, eniku onnume puriillen, ennu naan ente mansil sholi koduthu" conversation translated as "friend can we go to golden hair"??? pon=golden, mudi=hair for all of the english ppl out there. "father wat are you telling, i don't know anything, i told my heart."( this joke stinks, big time!!!)
so that night two mad people were born when the clock ticked 1am. so wat did we do next? we plan a night trip to one of the most precious gift of God -ponmudi, trivandrum's won and wonly hill station. it was 8:30pm that we started from our home traversing to ponmudi. the clouds preganant with water was ready to pour out at any time, the mild dampness in the air was encouraging cos we wanted to feel how the drops felt wen it touched our warm skin. with ears open we geared to our destination. the skies opened its womb to send two or three of its progenies. it went sliding from our face, grabbed by the ferocious hands of wind to void of darkness. soon we reached the place called 'vithura' or what i call 'adivaram' or in angalya basha 'valley'. now a distance of 30 kms stood like a gaint in fron of us, but what can a monster do to the determination of men?" conquring him by parts we reached a place where we were spell bound by the magnficance of the creator. the milky white moon's hands reached the grounds of mortal men who were conjured to deaden thier wheels. it was a spectacular scene to see the moon thru the gap of woods, while the crickets and the night speakers were alive and talking. kicking our wheels to life, we began our travel to the top of the hill station. as we climbed up mist or fog whatever you call it, welcomed us. it was hard for us to find the road, as it thickened as the roads led us up.
its was like one of those movie scenes, the rain was pouring hard. as usual the elecricity was prompt to go off! i was lying, cuddled with my soft pillow and the bed sheet over my head. that's wen i heard a sweet voice, a shadow of hand on my face was closing in and much closer it came and took off the sheet from my face. do you know how pissed-off you get, wen someone does it? :) but if its of some one you love, its like heaven. so wen the veil was lifted, like wat we have in the happy dent ad, a cluster of tooth spread light on my face! do you know to whom did this precious art belong? it belonged to bijo my dear friend. and what did he say?(mallu lingo) "eda nammuku ponmudyil* pokam!!!" (tamil) "appa nee enna sholren, eniku onnume puriillen, ennu naan ente mansil sholi koduthu" conversation translated as "friend can we go to golden hair"??? pon=golden, mudi=hair for all of the english ppl out there. "father wat are you telling, i don't know anything, i told my heart."( this joke stinks, big time!!!)
so that night two mad people were born when the clock ticked 1am. so wat did we do next? we plan a night trip to one of the most precious gift of God -ponmudi, trivandrum's won and wonly hill station. it was 8:30pm that we started from our home traversing to ponmudi. the clouds preganant with water was ready to pour out at any time, the mild dampness in the air was encouraging cos we wanted to feel how the drops felt wen it touched our warm skin. with ears open we geared to our destination. the skies opened its womb to send two or three of its progenies. it went sliding from our face, grabbed by the ferocious hands of wind to void of darkness. soon we reached the place called 'vithura' or what i call 'adivaram' or in angalya basha 'valley'. now a distance of 30 kms stood like a gaint in fron of us, but what can a monster do to the determination of men?" conquring him by parts we reached a place where we were spell bound by the magnficance of the creator. the milky white moon's hands reached the grounds of mortal men who were conjured to deaden thier wheels. it was a spectacular scene to see the moon thru the gap of woods, while the crickets and the night speakers were alive and talking. kicking our wheels to life, we began our travel to the top of the hill station. as we climbed up mist or fog whatever you call it, welcomed us. it was hard for us to find the road, as it thickened as the roads led us up.
Soon the haven that we were waiting was in our sights. it wasn't chilly, quite strange for a hill station, we were in our t shirts! comforting ourselves in a comfy room by KTDC for some minutes. we came out to experience the night which stood like a beautiful women clothed in a black velvetty robe, her neck adorned by precious platinum and diamond jewellery, with a dash of opulent perfume. i don't want to go on, you experience it by yourself.
Morning came like a victorious warrior out from the battle field. but we were still on the bed except Bino (bijo's bro) and Rana(bino's friend) they were out enjoying the morning and sipping hot coffee. after dressing, we went to the topmost part of the hill. man it was just awesome, the mist covered us, i don't know how water came but our beard and hair were drenched in it. it was quite interesting to see the drops like diamond. naature's emblelishment. :). we spent hours hugging mist and bijo busy on his phone. who was it buddy? :) at 10' o clock the space was engulfed in mist. man we never wanted to climb down. but we had to, coming down we walked towards the tiny forest on ponmudi hill. going inside we tasted the sweet forest stream. enjoyed the chat of crickets and immersed ourselves into the sweet melody of birds. it was a great experience being inside the womb of nature. well nature didn't want us to forget our responsiblity or did the divine intervene to get us out from there?it was that tiny leech that was used. drinking blood without our permission! bad leech adutha pravishyam kanichutharam eh!
angane manasilla mansode we started off to our homes. had kidilam kappa and beef on the way.
and from heaven we came down to our homes. ;) ! ithakunnu oru rathriyude vishesham. oru thanupulla rathryil enthelam sambhavikummennu ipol manasilayile? ini ningalku urangam! vendum chilla vattaan ideas varete ennu prarthichu kondu. shuba rathri
(translation on request)
*athu pote: let it go!
*ponmudi: hill station in kerala, 67kms from tvm city.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
who is literate? chayakadakaran or sayipu?
what makes me write this blog is i have seen people lament over the fact that they can't speak good english. well you may ask if you are in america what will you do without english? the question that you asked now is a real spoiler so i m not answering it right now. we have flight-full of ameri "cans" and brti "shers" landing and flying off our land. how do they communicate? speaking their language to us indians who they say we are illiterate and poor!
have you ever thought these "sayipanmars" in mallu llingo can't ever speak mallu or any other indian language. but even the chaya kadakaran in kerala know tit-bit english by which he makes a profit. so who is the literate and knowledgable person here? the much glorified "sayip" or the lungi wearing chaya kadakaran aka tea maker :)!!!!! you guessed it right its the chaya kadakaran he is the one with brain here.
We indians are still living in slavery of "overseas thoughts", we believe everything that the sayipanmar does is great but what we do are gross. people its right time to realise the true value that we hold, and move accordingly. live in freedom!!!
have you ever thought these "sayipanmars" in mallu llingo can't ever speak mallu or any other indian language. but even the chaya kadakaran in kerala know tit-bit english by which he makes a profit. so who is the literate and knowledgable person here? the much glorified "sayip" or the lungi wearing chaya kadakaran aka tea maker :)!!!!! you guessed it right its the chaya kadakaran he is the one with brain here.
We indians are still living in slavery of "overseas thoughts", we believe everything that the sayipanmar does is great but what we do are gross. people its right time to realise the true value that we hold, and move accordingly. live in freedom!!!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I sold creativity for soup
I sold creativity for soup
I was a tired man, searching for a piece of bread and a little glass of water in this desert. Do you know I had to wage a war against my enemies, why? They wanted something precious from me; it’s a gift from my father’s father and his father and his father. Now, you know how precious this was. I carry it even when I go to the loo. I can’t part from it even for a moment. So you may ask me the reason why I’m in desert? Its simple the war was in a luscious green valley and I was the only one to stand against. People say that “friend in need is a friend indeed” but it is not true! Why? These so called friends of mine had spied this precious thing of mine to my enemies. Now you may ask me what my need was. My need was simple I wanted them to keep the precious a secret. But, now the whole world knows about it. So, now you know what I meant. And, do you know people can be confusing at times, don’t believe? Read what I have written till now. Now you know the reason why I said. So back to the story, the war that began in the morning was so intense that I had to run like man who had red hot chilly and the nearest source of water was 10 miles away. Some of you may think this doesn’t make sense. Well if you would like to believe that believe it! But I have to write it down. Running like a foolish vagabond I reached this desert called desert. (If I knew its name I would have told you) this desert is just like any other desert, dry golden sand, no plants, no life and hot air. And it’s real hard to live in such condition. Do you know when the war happened? In the morning like the usual wars, the only difference was that I was the only warrior on my side. And do you know why I’m not being followed now? You can guess it and you did it right! Yes! People! They thought that I would die of thirst and desert. And do you know people can be wrong in their thoughts? Don’t believe? Read on. This desert can cause strange weird feeling right in the middle of it or when you are in its middle. Do you know what I thought? I hope you see the films, if not, watch one and start reading from here. In films you see the protagonist (or hero) like me chased to the desert, the only thing that differentiates us is that when he comes. A beautiful lady from heaven or somewhere lands up, right in the middle of the desert. And she has a pitcher full of water, she runs to him. Sees his face and says in her heart Oh! My prince has come! She lays him on her lap. Both start to sing songs and after the song they are in Paris, shopping! Oh my God! I prayed when will my heroine come? But none came to my prayer. So like a mad man in road, here, in the desert, stood a mad man, you know I can’t sit, you very well know what will happen! Nonetheless, I started singing; soon I heard sound of hoofs’ rumbling towards me at spectacular speed. Oh my heart leaped in joy, I said to my self “you’re wait hasn’t gone worthless, soon you will be in Hawaii!” grinning inside I saw a large camel standing in front of me. Slowly it took one of its legs from the ground and gave a large seal on my forehead. Turning its back towards me and pushing some of the red hot sand towards my wounded face, it went back in the same spectacular speed as it came to me. Was I able to follow it? Again you guessed it right, no! The first step I took it was into pit, and then the second, the third and the fourth and the fifth and the sixth and it went on till I counted hundred and reached nowhere. It was the time that I realised only if I had succumbed to what they said. I would be in some great valley drinking vine. A tear came to my face and I licked it, it’s the only water my frail body has now. But the gift from my forefathers began to work, it is just like what we have in Hindi serials a bright light coming from heaven, it shines and shimmers and finally lands on my head. Giving me more power(shakti) and budhi (wisdom) that I begin to fly like superman over the desert, landing in my enemies camp where I use my shakti to send thousands of arrows killing all my enemies instantly. And using the budhi and Shakti I clean up the mess. And I laugh like an Asuran*….it goes like this he..he…heee…haa.hhhaaaa…he…hee…haaaa. So now you know what desert and solitude can do to a person (lesson 1) good! Then in a distant I see a spy (before friend) coming to me. He tells me he is sad at what I’m now. And gives me a bowlful of chicken soup mixed with mutton soup. And bucket of KFC crispy and original chicken. And like a loving mother he looks at me eating, I smile like a toddler. After eating and then washing my hands with sprite. He points his finger to my chest and commands to give him the precious. I say no, and then he points his finger to hot, humid and dry desert to my front. Turning to my back he points at the KFC’s, pizza huts and a big fridge* full of Sprite. And tells me- choose. You are genius people, you know what happened? But I don’t want it to be that way, so I rewrite it with some fantasy. I say to the spy “I don’t want your KFC and Sprite and never will I give my precious. And takes my step to the dry desert except my eyes, right then I see a light from heaven flashing on me and I vanish.
Lesson 2: never give up or part with precious things like- creativity, self-respect and respect for others, your belief (except the belief that killing people will take you to heaven), family, purity, charity and good things for anything of this world like money, sex and luxury. If you do these God will respect you for your stand and take you to higher levels. Believe me you will never wander in desert, like me, not for a single sec. It’s the word of God and not of a human. (No, I’m not God!)
If this story has any resemblance to any of the story written and to be written, it’s not my problem. And if you feel if this story has made a change in you and you want to know more about God please feel free to contact me. (Put your email id in the comment box I will write back to you.) God bless!
*(read Indian fables or google it)
*in India or at least in Kerala we say fridge instead of refrigerator
I was a tired man, searching for a piece of bread and a little glass of water in this desert. Do you know I had to wage a war against my enemies, why? They wanted something precious from me; it’s a gift from my father’s father and his father and his father. Now, you know how precious this was. I carry it even when I go to the loo. I can’t part from it even for a moment. So you may ask me the reason why I’m in desert? Its simple the war was in a luscious green valley and I was the only one to stand against. People say that “friend in need is a friend indeed” but it is not true! Why? These so called friends of mine had spied this precious thing of mine to my enemies. Now you may ask me what my need was. My need was simple I wanted them to keep the precious a secret. But, now the whole world knows about it. So, now you know what I meant. And, do you know people can be confusing at times, don’t believe? Read what I have written till now. Now you know the reason why I said. So back to the story, the war that began in the morning was so intense that I had to run like man who had red hot chilly and the nearest source of water was 10 miles away. Some of you may think this doesn’t make sense. Well if you would like to believe that believe it! But I have to write it down. Running like a foolish vagabond I reached this desert called desert. (If I knew its name I would have told you) this desert is just like any other desert, dry golden sand, no plants, no life and hot air. And it’s real hard to live in such condition. Do you know when the war happened? In the morning like the usual wars, the only difference was that I was the only warrior on my side. And do you know why I’m not being followed now? You can guess it and you did it right! Yes! People! They thought that I would die of thirst and desert. And do you know people can be wrong in their thoughts? Don’t believe? Read on. This desert can cause strange weird feeling right in the middle of it or when you are in its middle. Do you know what I thought? I hope you see the films, if not, watch one and start reading from here. In films you see the protagonist (or hero) like me chased to the desert, the only thing that differentiates us is that when he comes. A beautiful lady from heaven or somewhere lands up, right in the middle of the desert. And she has a pitcher full of water, she runs to him. Sees his face and says in her heart Oh! My prince has come! She lays him on her lap. Both start to sing songs and after the song they are in Paris, shopping! Oh my God! I prayed when will my heroine come? But none came to my prayer. So like a mad man in road, here, in the desert, stood a mad man, you know I can’t sit, you very well know what will happen! Nonetheless, I started singing; soon I heard sound of hoofs’ rumbling towards me at spectacular speed. Oh my heart leaped in joy, I said to my self “you’re wait hasn’t gone worthless, soon you will be in Hawaii!” grinning inside I saw a large camel standing in front of me. Slowly it took one of its legs from the ground and gave a large seal on my forehead. Turning its back towards me and pushing some of the red hot sand towards my wounded face, it went back in the same spectacular speed as it came to me. Was I able to follow it? Again you guessed it right, no! The first step I took it was into pit, and then the second, the third and the fourth and the fifth and the sixth and it went on till I counted hundred and reached nowhere. It was the time that I realised only if I had succumbed to what they said. I would be in some great valley drinking vine. A tear came to my face and I licked it, it’s the only water my frail body has now. But the gift from my forefathers began to work, it is just like what we have in Hindi serials a bright light coming from heaven, it shines and shimmers and finally lands on my head. Giving me more power(shakti) and budhi (wisdom) that I begin to fly like superman over the desert, landing in my enemies camp where I use my shakti to send thousands of arrows killing all my enemies instantly. And using the budhi and Shakti I clean up the mess. And I laugh like an Asuran*….it goes like this he..he…heee…haa.hhhaaaa…he…hee…haaaa. So now you know what desert and solitude can do to a person (lesson 1) good! Then in a distant I see a spy (before friend) coming to me. He tells me he is sad at what I’m now. And gives me a bowlful of chicken soup mixed with mutton soup. And bucket of KFC crispy and original chicken. And like a loving mother he looks at me eating, I smile like a toddler. After eating and then washing my hands with sprite. He points his finger to my chest and commands to give him the precious. I say no, and then he points his finger to hot, humid and dry desert to my front. Turning to my back he points at the KFC’s, pizza huts and a big fridge* full of Sprite. And tells me- choose. You are genius people, you know what happened? But I don’t want it to be that way, so I rewrite it with some fantasy. I say to the spy “I don’t want your KFC and Sprite and never will I give my precious. And takes my step to the dry desert except my eyes, right then I see a light from heaven flashing on me and I vanish.
Lesson 2: never give up or part with precious things like- creativity, self-respect and respect for others, your belief (except the belief that killing people will take you to heaven), family, purity, charity and good things for anything of this world like money, sex and luxury. If you do these God will respect you for your stand and take you to higher levels. Believe me you will never wander in desert, like me, not for a single sec. It’s the word of God and not of a human. (No, I’m not God!)
If this story has any resemblance to any of the story written and to be written, it’s not my problem. And if you feel if this story has made a change in you and you want to know more about God please feel free to contact me. (Put your email id in the comment box I will write back to you.) God bless!
*(read Indian fables or google it)
*in India or at least in Kerala we say fridge instead of refrigerator
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
a mallu goes to mumbai for the first time!!!
How does a mallu feel in a place which is totally different from his? Does he love the new circumstances? or is he annoyed by what he sees?
Mumbai considered to be a dream city for many Indians and also a place to go and make their dreams come true, a place to build careers and even more importantly, a city that accepts you as you are or for what you wear and so on. Wear a goatie and except for the police, no one will treat you as an alien. A city where I felt time seem endless but at the same time valuable as well. Why endless and valuable ?? Simply because the city never sleeps and everyone out here seems to be running a race against time as if the world is nearing its end and they have got to finish off the job that has been alloted to them. From morning till evening, the sight of busy bodies running around to earn a meal for themselves for that day is quite absorbing and enthralling. Just imagine the countless steps that have tread on its soil and its so much so that even if I'm given eternal life, I don't know how successful would I be in counting all of them.
The first glimpse that I got of this great city was its never-ending stretch of slums and I felt disgusted. But all this seemed like a mirage once I took a tour around and I felt guilty for being prejudistic. Whoever comes for the first time sees and is swept off his/her feet by the city's cosmopolitan lifestyle, and I must admit that I'm no exception. So contrasting is the way of life in this city, that there is a very obvious and visible line between the rich and poor, in their sense of fashion, their lifestyle and its so much of a stark difference from what I get to see back home in Trivandrum. Talking about the city of Trivandrum, where even the term 'quiet' seems quite mediocre for the so horribly dead and lousy way of life. Another fact that caught my eye in Mumbai city was the carefree and happy-go-lucky nature of the people. Almost every car that I saw had scratch, which is hard to find in trivandrum. I believe that they don't fight even if something happens to their car and i would say that would be an entirely different scenario in trivandrum.
As i was going thru out the city, its vibrancy displayed thru the opulent malls, the sideways transformed to ramp walks. never in my trivandrum life i saw this kind of lifestyle. roads slithering like arteries and making the city a lot more confusing and adventurous. its the place called the reclamation that caught my eyes. by its side i saw young people cuddled in each others hands, some kissing and others did something which i don't want to write. i was feeling how our thoughts are influenced by the western culture, its as if were waiting for something to fall in. i don't want to do a moral policing but it really pains me when i see the youth of our country failing on their responsibility to take this nation to the next level. we are forget that a country needs strong family to keep it united. and strong families are in the hands of the 'now' youth. today, the youth needs to be more focused, build strong relationship and not fumbling ones or 'one night stands' that's been eating the purity of relationship.
recently i heard a shocking news from a doctor friend of mine- aunties made pregnant by their sister's son, and immature girls coming for abortion. where are heading to? don't we have the responsibility to build a safe and pure nation?
Mumbai considered to be a dream city for many Indians and also a place to go and make their dreams come true, a place to build careers and even more importantly, a city that accepts you as you are or for what you wear and so on. Wear a goatie and except for the police, no one will treat you as an alien. A city where I felt time seem endless but at the same time valuable as well. Why endless and valuable ?? Simply because the city never sleeps and everyone out here seems to be running a race against time as if the world is nearing its end and they have got to finish off the job that has been alloted to them. From morning till evening, the sight of busy bodies running around to earn a meal for themselves for that day is quite absorbing and enthralling. Just imagine the countless steps that have tread on its soil and its so much so that even if I'm given eternal life, I don't know how successful would I be in counting all of them.
The first glimpse that I got of this great city was its never-ending stretch of slums and I felt disgusted. But all this seemed like a mirage once I took a tour around and I felt guilty for being prejudistic. Whoever comes for the first time sees and is swept off his/her feet by the city's cosmopolitan lifestyle, and I must admit that I'm no exception. So contrasting is the way of life in this city, that there is a very obvious and visible line between the rich and poor, in their sense of fashion, their lifestyle and its so much of a stark difference from what I get to see back home in Trivandrum. Talking about the city of Trivandrum, where even the term 'quiet' seems quite mediocre for the so horribly dead and lousy way of life. Another fact that caught my eye in Mumbai city was the carefree and happy-go-lucky nature of the people. Almost every car that I saw had scratch, which is hard to find in trivandrum. I believe that they don't fight even if something happens to their car and i would say that would be an entirely different scenario in trivandrum.
As i was going thru out the city, its vibrancy displayed thru the opulent malls, the sideways transformed to ramp walks. never in my trivandrum life i saw this kind of lifestyle. roads slithering like arteries and making the city a lot more confusing and adventurous. its the place called the reclamation that caught my eyes. by its side i saw young people cuddled in each others hands, some kissing and others did something which i don't want to write. i was feeling how our thoughts are influenced by the western culture, its as if were waiting for something to fall in. i don't want to do a moral policing but it really pains me when i see the youth of our country failing on their responsibility to take this nation to the next level. we are forget that a country needs strong family to keep it united. and strong families are in the hands of the 'now' youth. today, the youth needs to be more focused, build strong relationship and not fumbling ones or 'one night stands' that's been eating the purity of relationship.
recently i heard a shocking news from a doctor friend of mine- aunties made pregnant by their sister's son, and immature girls coming for abortion. where are heading to? don't we have the responsibility to build a safe and pure nation?
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