5 awesome reasons to use WhatsApp

5 awesome reasons to use WhatsApp

Whatsapp is youth-centric, popular and very now. For the fact that it lets you stay connected just like Vodafone’s mascot is the major reason why everyone uses Whatspp! Here are 5 awesome reasons why one should use Whatsapp.

5. Catching your love red-handed.

Your love hasn’t spoken to you since three hours (3 years in love years) because he wanted a much needed nap. Not trusting a word from his mouth, you need to cross check the tea. Simply use Whatsapp and check his last seen status. If he was online a couple of minutes ago, yes he is two timing you.

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4. Connect with Rama aunty anytime

Okay Rama aunty is your favourite and you can’t live without staying in touch with her.  You need to ask for opinions for purchasing the latest bauble earring or simply ask for a contrasting skirt to go with your shoes; you can ask her opinion all by sending her the pictures.

3. You realize the worth of 100 rupees

Your dad had a huge showdown with you last night and has given you only 100 rupees for weekly allowance. Calling your friends and talking for hours now is no longer an option. Just activate your monthly subscription for Whatsapp and stay connected with not one but all your entire gang. Keep texting as much as you can all within your 100 rupees budget. Take that Daddy!

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2. Wassup for the 90s kids

You still can’t avoid saying Wassup and wish to continue using that jaded lingo. Enters Whatsapp! Now be it wassup or whatsapp, as long as it rhymes who cares!

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1. Can’t speak, I am having a breakdown.

You having a melt down and can’t seem to speak to anyone. Yet you want your status to do the talking. Update your status enough to grab everyone’s attention and yet remain subtle. Ek teer do nishaane! Yeah right. 

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Conchita Wurst: A Rising Phoenix

   This 25 year old alter-ego of Thomas Neuwirth is different. Unbound by any chains or identities, Conchita is a far standout. With exceptional singing talent to give her company, one can only gawk in amusement and surprise by her sheer bars scathing from her larynx. 

  

   Her Austrian representation at Eurovision Song Contest 2014 produced a volley of controversy, hate, love and respect all at the same time. Conchita is sexy and still retains her real life Thomas's character - a beard. A lady in beard. 

    Yes, she is here to create waves of bewilderment.

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   The very essence of her being not limited to any rigid platform makes her quite gullible. Her indifference to the continued hate and disgrace being showered on her has only made Conchita more strong. 

    Perhaps so much, that the likes of Elton John and Cher has taken notice.

   As much as she is beautiful, her beard makes us remember the different perceptions and realities of life. Gender and Beauty cannot be restricted in to only male, female and others. There are so many shades of humanity that we are yet to discover. 

   And Conchita is here to do that. Her dramatic eyelashes takes us deep in to her trysts with the failures she has successfully pushed far behind. Her beard makes us remember the harsh truth of ignorance we have feigned for years together. 

    She is just an eccentric diva. A natural.

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   Her sophomore single, "Rise Like a Phoenix" brings such adrenaline rush in ourselves. Her beauty unparalleled, unconventional and modernistic - is an eye-opener to the myriad facets of humans, life and forms of beauty.

       A rising phoenix, we salute you!

siddheshgarg

My All

Amidst the black and white world around,

I am filled with optimism, I am filled with hope.

Sprouted sharp wings, ready to create the ultimate sound

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Filled with subtle hues, filled with glittering crimson red

Not an infectious disease, but a poisonous lead.

I will conquer, I may fall,

But at least I know I have given my all

- @siddheshgarg

Threes stories, One heart (Story 2, Chapter 02)

Story 2: Watambi and Sandy

Chapter 2: The LandOfUnknown

   Watambi was anything by average in looks. Nothing extraordinary but yet he knew how to display his assets. Considering his weird knack of being to himself, he wasn't like this before. There was a time when he would be completely out there vying for attention. Even his neighbourhood was aware of his antics and emancipated his amusing ways in an act of sheer stupidity. But he was absent minded. Always was.

    Never knew what people expected from him and he never really cared. He would always day dream. Day dream of being in a world of something strange and yet acceptable. Remembering his chronicles of past, he could only wail in a muffled tone and move on.

    Life moves on and Watambi was always okay with this. There is a resentment in everyone for what one wishes to become. Now, Watambi lived in a LandOfUnknown. That was the name of his town and virtually was nonexistent on the map. So was this land forgotten,

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that perhaps the townsfolk never quite knew there existed Nutella and M&N's somewhere far and wide. They lived in an isolated space of normalcy which was headed by the TT brothers.

     These brothers were fierce, strong and in their 60s and yet could shovel a dolphin with their mere javelin aimed at a full blown throw. The TT brothers were olive skinned and lived at the edge of LandOfUnknown near the river. The river spoke of mysteries as no one had gone beyond and at max one could only hear stories of the townsfolk trying but being unable to return. Such curiosity was enough to grapple Watambi with excitement and against the admonishment of Mrs. Peggy he would often equivocally voice his desire to seek on a quest.

"The river goes to the place, beyond.", warned Mrs. Peggy.
"But Mrs. P, I have nothing left to do here. All I long for is the occasional times spent at the library and much your lovely baked pies.", reasoned Watambi.
"You are young and very naive.", said Mrs. Peggy
"Perhaps you never really knew me", said Watambi.

    It was true. No one really knew where Watambi came from. His personal life was a close kept secret that he refused to divulge. It was one dark cold night when out of nowhere, there was a knock. Considering Mrs. Peggy often had visitors and beggars scurrying for some leftovers, she was quite used to this drill. Just as she opened the door with her trademark jug of sparkly sherbet, she was for a shock when she found Watambi unconscious.

    Watambi was gripped with water from head to toe and was wearing a worn out kaftan that spoke of his long journey from the forests. His khakee coloured kaftan was complimented by a rustic pair of old trousers and had a duffel bag strapped on his shoulders. He was lying on the verandah with little to no consciousness. Just when Mrs. Peggy had second thoughts of calling the temporary kind souls from the nunnery, she happened to accidentally glance on to his eyes.

     Deep intense eyes, that was enough to melt Mrs. Peggy in to the kind hearted nun she once was. How could she ignore such an innocent traveller? Watambi's caramel skin shone in the shadows of the Moon light and he spoke of almost no malice or any game. Mrs. Peggy, who had an eye for the good and the bad, looked up in the sky and said."Is this a sign?"

    Watambi never wanted to love. He was quite averse to it and wanted to do unexpected. Drive down the motorcade for instance on a pair of trampoline or fly like a bird with no wings. He just thought of the world in a different angle. He was happy with his outlook for life and it was something which  made him a standout amongst the herd.

- @siddheshgarg

5 creepy habits of Desi Men

Desi men never end up making fools about themselves. Judging by the trend of being cool, there is an outflow of desi men trying to channel this impossible status.  Looks like that of Crime Master GoGo, they always manage to give the creeps. Presenting you 5 creepy habits of desi men.

5. Strutting the beach wearing knickers

You have a flab and a hairy body to accentuate that. But yet you manage to flash the tights in the hopes of attracting some hot bombshells lurking nearby around. Please stop!

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4. Upload pictures dressed in Rupa banyans

Desi men just love to take pictures. Doesn't matter if you just wearing branded Rupa banyans and strutting that very evident out of shape bod, you still consider yourself nothing less than a John Abraham.

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3. You start sending Facebook requests to almost anyone

Now your friend list is almost 600 and yet you know only 50. Happens. You send countless requests to every other damsel in the hopes that "kabhi na kabhi toh koi pategi yaar!" Yeah if only your banyans were not enough.

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2. Pinkie clad hand in hand walks

This happens. In India it sure does. Almost everyone has seen a fellow desi walking with pinkies held tight with some other guy. And amidst this torturous sights, they try to ogle at girls way out of their league. You going great brother.

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1. Aap Dude Hai

They start calling even the paanwaala a dude. When ran out of change, convincing the autorickshawala with a corny Dude line, even Tusshar Kapoor will wish to remain in his forever Gayab mode.

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-@siddheshgarg

Three stories, One heart (Story 2 Chapter 01)

Story 2: Watambi and Sandy

Chapter 1 - Watambi's Intro

   The Sun is flaming red and so strong is its intensity that even the fluidic clouds seem to sense the tension. There is no one around and Watambi is walking. Alone. The journey is to somewhere beyond and the quest seems unfathomable. Always the recluse, he could absorb the sanctity of being with his own thoughts soothing.  

    From the times when Watambi believed in feelings being an illusion to meandering around the narrow runaways with cheap popsicles stuck in his mouth, material feelings for him was always hard to believe. He would walk the lonely road miles away from the neon lights and yet he could sense an unnatural peace. Peace from being a misfit and proud to be so. 

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   Whenever he would come back at his temporary shelter, his room was always filled with darkness. Due to the formal requirement of luminosity, Mrs. Peggy had against his wishes installed a disco ball. When switched on, his room would suddenly spring out alive with unwelcoming colours as if teasing at Watambi's situation. A voluminous bright ball, it hanged on the tenterhooks of a whimsical thread. So intense were the colours that Watambi at times would cover his intense eyes with his lonesome hands. The colours would shimmer in contrasts and would start dancing in the room. Rotating at a very slow axis, they would cause an inflammation to the room's tranquillity.
   There was rows and rows of depressions caused on the walls when the colours left. The seldom happiness was something Watambi was not used to. The colours zoomed in their own pace and yet when they left the spot seemed ignored. Only to be filled again, yet seemed temporarily ignored. The disco ball was the only source of light and considering the sheer austerity, the room seemed engrossed enough to even care. There seemed no known shades though. They were just soothing colours of yellow, golden yellow, red and more subtle red. Watambi was in his early 20s and considered himself an alien. In spite of constant haunting thoughts, supernatural slants of unhappiness and loneliness, he was content. With himself.

   

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Three stories, One heart

The DVD guy of Chameli Ghat

Chapter 2

   The claustrophobic semen fragrant room pushed him to the present. His trance of being in his sexual escapades was his only solution to moral happiness. His hunger however was for more. He satisfaction was always temporary and he longed for something real and undying. Looking at the stacks of DVDs he cursed his fate and wondered if few years down the line he would still be a DVD guy. The very thought made him wince in horror and in a sadistic rage he kicked the charpoy so hard that his toes yelled in soreness. For him, sex was an escape. He considered it as an art and was of the view that it was the only action that ended on a high note. 

   The whole inter wining of bodies mixed with the warmth created a mind boggling urge  to penetrate. It served as a catalyst for freedom. free from social anxieties, free from duties and free from any familiar burden. The mild tremor felt on the penis would bring shivers down the entire spine. The soft guilty moans of his  partner would remind him that perhaps he is wanted. He is still remembered and someone in this world does need him. His spouse would generally climax in a night full of turmoil. Considering climaxing a female is a herculean task, he would pat himself in pride whenever he achieved this feat. He often thought that his partners would fake the orgasms but the slow expulsed thrust of their vagina proved otherwise. 

    Anal sex was his favourite. During such opportunities, his partner would become completely submissive and like a slave would yearn for penetration. Knowing this he would deliberately play around the clitoris till he knew that there would be a possibility of orgasm. When he saw them at their climax it was like watching a goddess. Her hair would be completely flowy with pitch black long curls and would be tingling at his chest, her nipples would silently jerk in exhaustion and bellow out to the fullest and the face! My oh my. Her eyes would be closed and her breath would be heavy. 

    The mouth would sometimes utter a shrill and sometimes empty speech. Her hands would be caressing his chest and during the exact stroke would catch hold of him so tight that the contractions could be almost felt like that of a bubbling heart beat. Those precious moments would be spent on just gazing at such immaculate beauty. Once reality would strike, she would open her eyes and look straight at him. A faint smile would appear and her hands would pinch her clitoris to make sure if this is indeed real.