Daily Dope:- When West meets East

Somewhere in the West.....

When I recently came across an article about Viagra for females I was not shocked but surprised. What was truly mind blowing is the way in which women get liberated now days or may be its been going on from centuries.
Women in Northern California region “experimented” on the vast field of marijuana fields by rubbing or taking inside the big buds of freshly grown organic marijuana. Yes my dear friend they were fully naked in case you were still trying to picture that. I would like to quote the exact words which I read.
“Happy hippie girls were on the marijuana gardening crew, and I was very surprised when they stripped off their hemp clothing and rubbed their bodies on buds so that marijuana resins gathered on their skin and p**** hair.“
This helps them in getting the best, most long lasting and killer O.

Source:-http://bigbudsmag.com/lifestyle/article/discover-marijuana-sex-secret-viagra-makers-dont-want-you-know-february-2013

Somewhere in the East.....

In the braham muhurut , around 4 am in the fields near Rishikesh and Haridwar you see all the naked Sadhus marching in marijuana fields every morning just to get the best, most long lasting and killer high. This helps them remain in nirvana for a long time and that is one of their ways to increase their concentration and get enlightened to be connected to god. These Sadhus are not concerned about the worldly pleasures and only meditate and about god.

The Sadhus are all vowed to non worldly pleasures of life. They don’t have family kids and are basically just devoting their lives in Gods devotion and practising celibacy. Historically they have been a source of knowledge, religion; philanthropy in India. To a limit whenever there has been an issue for having an “issue” for the throne the Sadhus have emerged champion. That was for the betterment of the society so that there is someone to take care of the throne. They have been warriors, priests, farmers, kings advisors and what all their rajya dharma( duty to the state) allowed. People were known to follow their Karmas which were in sync with their Dharma.
They were the spiritual representatives of the country to the outside world particularly the west ..


What happens when West meets East...

But today when adharm has taken over dharma this is what happens when the west meets the east. rather than imparting the true value for which Hinduism stands our culture and value of “athi devo bavah” ( Guest is god)

How to "spread love" not hate the great global way...by Asharam Bapu..Now in Jodhpur Jail..for Spreading knowledge nd love ..

Daily Dope:- Just Do it Yourself (DIY)

The though itself was cruel.. I need a gun was the first and last thought in my mind.. I was tired of this shit bothering me. All this happened one fine night when I was sneaking to smoke the last cigarette on my roof top. I quietly sneaked on my roof with a cigarette, a lighter, and a packet of Chutki (a local mouth freshener) to finish my last smoke of the day. It was late night around 2 am and I climbed the roof top for a better view (Don’t know what I was thinking...). As I climbed up the stairs and was just about to light the cigarette, I stepped on something which was kind of weird. Suddenly I see two athletic creatures running here and there; man I think I disturbed two mating monkeys on my roof top. The first thought was damn I haven’t done that ever on my roof top and these damn monkeys were having a complete nude session right on my terrace, below the stars, in the slightly cold breeze, romantically lit moon.

It did not end there; apparently I “disturbed” the monkeys in the act which pissed one monkey badly. He just stood there staring and slowly walking towards me and showing some hand gestures. Believe me it just seemed like a scene from some Hollywood cowboy flick. And before he could take out his gun and shoot me, I knew running was the only option I have; moreover my boxers and T-shirt would have hardly provided any shield to the “love bite” the monkey wanted to give me. I ran, closed the channel door, the monkey kept knocking on my heaven’s door... that’s when I decided I need a gun.. at least an Air gun.

My dad told me once that all the wars were fought for mainly 3 things Zar, Zoru, Zameen (Money, Women and Land) in this case, two entities fitted monkey’s point of view. I was ready for the fight for my own land and my shattered self respect (come on he was having more fun in my house than I did).
So confident me, went online and started looking for option to buy a gun to scare the shit out of these “mating monkeys on my rooftop”. Google turned out to be my best friend, opening the doors to wisdom, knowledge, and resources. It told me why buy a gun, buy a 3-D printer instead...you can produce/print your own guns!!!!!! This seemed to be an innovation, best after fire, tire.. and may be air conditioner. Now I needed to be faster than those highly athletic monkeys and get an aerial view to shoot the shit out of them. Again my best friend Google showed me Mashable, where I came to know that there are DIY (Do it yourself) airplanes being launched in the market.

Man I was so overjoyed that I forgot that I left the body of evidence right on the terrace, a cigarette. So I went up there tip toe and was surprised to see this monkey smoking cigarette. As he saw me he like a gentleman offer me a few puffs and told me (in human voice) that he was earlier a Pakistani Military personal who was sent on an operation to blow the Taj Mahal as a revenge against India ( they all have a drama story). While taking a puff, I asked him what was the revenge for to which he promptly replied.. “We have been cheated”. He further explained that on his visit to Taj Mahal president Musharraf (change name) bought a mini version of the Taj Mahal. The local shopkeeper promised that it was made of Marble, the same used in Taj Mahal (That dumb President really got cheated). In few days the colour faded and it turned out to be made of cow dung. Which was like shitting on the president face, hence operation “blow Taj”?
While passing the smoke I asked then how did u become a monkey and who was that other monkey you were humping? He replied that for one month their pit stop was Mumbai. Crossing the roads, dodging cars, buses, and train, when in rain and reaching on time for work outs turned them into literal monkeys. The other monkey was my right hand man and I was not humping him but training him how to be a complete Pakistani soldier on duty. ….though now I no longer serve for the army.
Before I could ask him anything he put his hand on my shoulder and said,, being monkey is simple I can fly and sometimes shoot ..For that you need internet huh…just do it yourself.. Clean the country the enemy lies within…remember what Mahatma and Bhagat Singh taught us.

Daily Dope: - The Great Anti-VIP movement

Now I understand the importance of wearing VIP brand of undergarments in the biggest democracy of the world. I was stopped from riding my bike on the road (for which I pay taxes) as I was not wearing the local brand of underwear named VIP. I though underwear’s won’t make a difference when I am on the Indian road, or as a matter of fact matter on Malawi, France, Nigeria, South Africa, Philippines, China, Zimbabwe etc but they do. This realization came while I was waiting for our some honourable minister’s (pronounced as sinister) and his VIP (Very Illiterate person) convoy to pass through as it was heading for some impotent work. The COPS were carefully checking everyone’s underwear to see who is a VIP and who is not. Later I came to know that in my honourable’s mister convoy everyone wore a VIP which I don’t wear. The cops were literally checking everyone’s undergarments just to see who is a VIP and who is not.. and they say we have higher crimes in developing nations.


(I am not wearing a VIP ... where can I get one)


The VIP movement was started not so long ago in the psyche of the people who started giving more importance to their servants, who worked hard for them and made sure that their masters are safe. The servants took care of the law and order, management of their roads, bridges, agriculture and all the entities of an economy. As a reward they were given the VIP chaddis (undergarments) as a mark of respect for taking care of the important work. They were also given some special privileges so that they can make their master’s work easier. The movement got twisted and the masters became servants and the servant’s masters just by the virtue of VIP chaddies (underwear). Now these so called public servants known as politicians can do whatever they want just because they are VIP branded. This includes brining the whole city to a halt just because they are passing from the same streets at the same time which are most crowded and important This blog gives the non VIP’s a full plan of action to prepare for a situation when a VIP is passing from the same area as you are:-
•Carry an empty bottle:- You are right, this is because the VIP always has a bigger bladder than you. Women just stay inside .. Public toilets are a concept for which Mr. Jairam Ramesh is still clarifying if it was toilet or temple.

•Carry your nail paints:- don’t need to carry the empty bottle you can carry your nail paints. If you have to go for a date, important meeting and don’t have time ....Indian roads will surely give you enough to at least Paint your nails.

•Playing Cards:- Carry playing cards, the Autos are so close by that you can make friends in the nearby Auto. Earn while on a run ...oh you can’t even gamble.

•Alcohol:- Use your eagle view to see the closest liquor shop..time will pass in no time..and may be some Cops will become your close friends
So many people face not just discomfort but have also lost their dear ones all to this stupid practice of stopping the traffic when a VIP passes. Doesn’t it make them easier target with so many high tech guns and snipers now days? If all this doesn’t help rise and shine for an anti VIP movement before our sinister ministers start eyeing even the last piece of cloth left on your bodies. Together we can and we will make a difference at least in our under wears if not the country ...
The power of VIP....

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