is war fare or fair?

then war for sex, after war for land , now war for money(power), war for peace, war for religion, war for freedom...asymmetric warfare, chemical warfare, physical warfare, biological warfare, germ warfare,....... but war is not fare nor fair! millions and billions have died!
but really or "truly"(i like to use words associated with truth! people visiting my blog often will know why), i do not know about the dead people! i don't know how they feel, for all we know they might be happier! i swear i don't have the "sense" to see dead people nor do i have any connections with the underworld! so again i am confessing i really don't know how or what dead people think or feel! but DAMN IT.... we all can see, feel, touch and hear the people crying out loud for help!

yes those soldiers who fight for their so called respective respected countries and don't get killed but get amputated instead! one soldier without one leg, two soldiers without two legs, three soldiers without any limbs and million soldiers without their billion body parts!
but their countries or governments take care of them very well! they give them hygienic food, custom-made, branded, designer clothes, lots of money in banks, medals, honours.........."you nameth- they giveth!" and loads and loads, awe full lot of heart felt, honest sympathy and pity! to top it all they name them war heroes!

now as soon as i hear the word "HERO" my ambitious mind starts thinking ! the first wave crossing my mind is WOW! i am an actors i can get into character pretty fast, now i am imagining myself with all that money, food , clothes, facilities, honour! what a life! HALLO ..............mr karthikram a.k.a "war-hero" WAKE UP and welcome back to reality- whats the use of the food if you cant eat that food on your own or if you cant digest that food the normal way or even if your digestive system is missing! whats the use of the money if you cant if cant take your girlfriend(if you have one i.e) out for dinner and give her and yourself a good time after dine n' wine like every one else does! what the use of designer clothes if you they dont fit you the way they used to? Wat's use use of the medals and badges if you cant flash them in a bar or nightclub and get lucky tonight ? you cant walk, run or you cant have a sexual arousal or even if you have one you cant do much about it because you cant takes things in your hands because your hands are missing! irony is, I can't show my manhood to my wife and i am called a hero! i don't want to die life, i want to live life

yes, average age of all the soldiers in any country is around my age, they have the same feeling as i do, they also think about sex every 8 seconds on an average like every normal adult does(shit i just realised i am not normal or i am not an adult)! they also want a beautiful life like we do! AND they go through this for doing their job!
now after all this, life will be the same , there are people dying or living a dead life for the places , what people or they themselves call their mother-land! there are people using these sentiments as their politician tools, their is media and society making them war-heroes! their are karthikramS(imaginary war heroes) writing blogs to impress people or attract the fairer sex!

come to think of it they(soldiers) live this dying life just because they did their job!
what or who is wrong here? them or their JOB itself?????

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*THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE "WARHEROES"

a child is grown up once it starts lying (the rising)

in my religion(Hindu), there is a ceremony or celebration when a girl reaches her puberty! the nasty truth is, the girl just gets her first nightmare in real, and she just realises that she will have to through this bloody waste f*cking time once in month for almost the rest of her life and "people around her are celebrating?".......... physically we all hit the puberty like any other our fellow animals do!
"if innocent is child, child's mind is innocent"! a innocent mind is vulnerable of making mistakes*! when a child mistakes and we the so called neurologically menstruated adults blow the small mistake* out of proportion like our media does, the poor Lil child gets bugged of the adult behaviour will think to it self, kid: you guys (adults) can go bla bla bla... i don't give a toy(shit or f*ck) to what you guys think or say! my mind is curious and i will explore the world the way i want to, if you don't like what i do and scold me or try to prove me wrong, I'll lIE to cover my Lil nappy arse and enjoy my privacy! ......... at least i(ME) started lying because i was scared! psychologists say fear is the prime factor for lying
i say lies are one of the first signs of survival ! a child learns to lie that means it knows OR Learning to survive!

now all the fellow liars you doing no good by lying, you are just surviving!

so, i'll throw a party when i find out my kid started lying!


note*: mistake: process of learning!

TRUTH ! where it lies? (the foreplay)!

imagine if truth and lies ever to make love and give birth to a child what would it be? we come across lot of people who think or say that they cant lie or they don't lie , do you think that they are thinking or speaking the truth? truth can be seen or felt like the true love. so when you truly love a person you can the feel the love, but if want to see true love then, you'll have to truly make-love to the person!(of course some loves are better not seen and better felt) probably that's how it works with truth! when you are true to yourself you'll feel truth, if you want to see truth, its by actions! now if truth is right and lies are wrong, what is right for one person might be wrong for the other person! Truth is, no one can judge or brand a person's truth or lies! a lie to ten people can be the ultimate truth to one person..... ( i am actually very bored thinking about the truth so much)

lies.....(the best friend) a lie is easier and safer way to make friends or lovers! tell your friend or lover a lie and if they believe it and keep it as a secret (if its supposed to be kept as a secret) then tell them the truth! if they are true friends or lovers they will understand your lies!

a question always perplexed me was when people asked me how they believe my truth when they know i am can lie like the truth
answer: its hard to believe that person is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place!

i speak two languages TRUTH and LIES!

i speak two languages TRUTH and LIES! actually title should be the other way round lies(first language) and then the truth(last language)

"now,The truth is speaking lies is easier than speaking the truth". now I (now if their was actually a language or religion called lies i would have been father or god for the sect) disagree! to start with i really think it needs talent and hardbound skills to lie..... TRUTH is easy, there no ups or downs or ins or outs in truth, its naked( its shameless like some models showing their "true" self) probably that's why its called "plane" truth! (when lies as a wardrobe malfunction, there cometh the naked truth)

Now the dialect which comes out of these languages- the biggest truth is no one(no one) believes that some liars actually Lie for a good cause, with out having any intentions of harming anyone, or he lies to cover his best friends butt or just lies or has a habit of lieing like any other 'bad' habits(smoking for example),you never know(the truth), liar might actually lie to save the world!

true-lies spirituality..now if truth is good and lies are bad! why let the devil dwell inside you? spit it out! let the Truth stay inside that's when its called "inner truth"

"the ultimate truth about truth is its the ultimate truth"! now Truth with out lies? how can you identify truth when no lies? there is no value for truth with out lies....

imagine the world with out lies...no drama, no entertainment, no marketing, no politics...........the world would have been as "plane" truth!

life is boring with lies....don't you think?


like great people say be good and add vaule to the truth!

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

moon was so beautiful, it looked different every day. one day rabbit , then deer, then rocket launcher, cactus, my own hand, ......
colors were so beautiful till i learnt their names in school. every thing i relished was a new taste! i thought i could buy this world if had one gold coin. i thought honesty is the best policy! i thought i'll never die! i thought invention was easy because i used to discover a thing a day(i thought invention was just one step ahead of discovery) . i thought living in a tree house was most pratical way of living(well i had my reasons). i thought collecting money was multiplying money(isn't it one of the ways). i thought movies were real and were live events( once i ran to the main road just see the actors, because that location near my house was on tv). i thought my daddy was the strongest man! i always wondered how would it be to be as tall as my dad! i used to wonder how a grown up girl would look stark naked, how would it be to feel bare breasts! how would it be kiss the most beautiful girl in the world!(even now i feel the same way but then it was curiosity now its called kinky) i thought there were people living under the ground!(even now they do).....

moon was so beautiful, it looked different every day. one day rabbit , then deer, then rocket launcher, cactus, my own hand, ...... there was a strong belief, reality in every thing, Then.........




i grew up!

bad artists copy , good artists steal

When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joys within you dies
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
and your mind is full of red
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

tears are running ah running down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

Intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac

i feel every thing in this world is mortal, i mean every thing; and the idea of making them immortal is Intelligence ! or... is it?
every thing ends.me, my youth will fade away! so will my memories of my mother feeding me or girlfriend kissing me or fantasies of me caressing thousand bosoms. me running away from my mother when she wants to love me and feed me, nurture me or running behind a girl who wants kill me with a blunt knife! Those sweet memories of school and first kiss in our mind or brains will end!
wat can keep all these memories alive forever? immortal thoughts are Intelligence

pretencial philosophy

life is always beautiful when you are in a illusion. illusion that you have found your true love, true friend, true companions. everyone around is pretending to love you and care for you. but who is all this everyone? they are also people who live in pretence and illusion thinking you love them, you care for them....
so the Thought for the Day , get the f#*k out of your pretension and illusion and start caring for them in reality so that they can do the same to you in real......