"CATGIRL" -Yup! That's Me...!!
- CATGIRL !!
- So once again I traverse the deep seas of my innate passion that at times submerges itself beneath a calm n naive facade but is raging n thrashing in the realm of my heart !! And so the mystery of Catgirl unfolds once again to all who are still mesmerized by my perseverance and many more who are yet to be in awe of it !! Catgirl working undercover as a teacher N Blogger henceforth pronounces herself a hard-core feminist !!! A girl out to protect the "woman-cause' in the world of self-loving male; A girl who would do anything she is capable of to restore the image of women which has been tarnished, even in the modern society ! Catgirl Strikes again !!! (my logo since 12 years)
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
The Enlightened City (Part#1)
The music was blaring at full volume in the car that whizzed in zig-zag fashion on a busy street at top speed driven by an underage guy.Was it a racing competition?? No !
Was it some legalized racing track??A sports rally? A festival??
Ah well!No again .So what was it???!!
He looked at them from top to bottom and asked,“What gem are you looking for??”
“Red ruby!”, came the boy’s reply.
The code was confirmed. The door opened. The scene changed to a complete westernised atmosphere, with disco lights, over-dressed (and mostly under-dressed) dancing couples, with a counter on one side serving the best brands of champagne ; but alas nothing too shocking even if this was happening in an Islamic country!!!
The couple moved on confidently. Soon they found their friends who took them to a stair-case that led to an underground room lit with red light. On a low table was some whitish salt-like substance and people were sniffing it - going ecstatic. The couple went over, paid some money and sniffed the same. Within seconds they were shaking their heads and in that state of daze they moved out of the room and joined the crowd. The party was in full swing now. Both of them danced like mad and when they were exhausted they went up to a private room to reach another moment of climax of their intimacy.That was routine with all the couples.
But this is not America. This is an Islamic country. A City where Azaan echoes 5 times a day from all around you. Where your western youngsters don’t ask you at that moment hey hear Azaan “ Mom! What’s that sound ??”