"CATGIRL" -Yup! That's Me...!!

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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)

The Enlightened City !

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???!!
The car screeched to a halt in front of a hut along seaside. The hut itself was rocking in the truest sense of the word. Its walls echoing with the sound of loud music, complemented by the thumping of boots and tapping of heels dancing to the latest beat. The boy climbed out of the door. Next to the driving seat, the door opened and came out a slinky pair of legs in stylish black capris (half-pants) with a black, body-hugging, halter-neck top to complete the look.They both moved on to the front door. A dark burly man was standing outside.They asked permission, “May we?”.
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 ??”
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The city is changing, adapting, modernising. The City of Lights is giving way to ‘enlightened moderation’. But the people-the youth-is not satisfied. They want more and more of across-the-border, across-the-seven seas culture. The youngsters are quickly forgetting that culture comes out of religion. Religion Does Not follow the cultural school of thought. So the common phrase, “Its happening everywhere, our culture has evolved, society has been upgraded so lets all DO IT !!’- cannot justify circumvention of religious parameters. Period. Our culture, our norms can only justify our religion,but our religion cannot be upgraded or downgraded to suit the same.
Nowadays people have this cliched line to back up all acts of modernism- “Change is the only constant !!”. Well, if that was so then our HOLY BOOK should have changed by now through consensual decision, but everyone knows that even after 1500 years it still applies impeccably to all walks of life,but definitely for those with an insight into after-life; those who understand, not those who want to spend all the good and bad parts in this world and live and die for ‘small pleasures!!”.Small pleasures?? What are they actually? A whole body of underground (figuratively) acts that happen in an Islamic country with all the zeal and fervor, but just behind closed doors. Maybe that’s why people enjoy it more over here. To say that ‘forbidden fruit tastes sweetest’ would be to sum it all up beautifully.

Everything happens in this country; corruption, hoarding, drugs, alcoholism, rape, adultery, murder, incest, molestation,..You name it. And we have every second person associated to one of these in one way or the other.Maybe what the religion teaches is not backward afterall. Maybe it’s of something in the future that we are not able to comprehend. Why is it that men and women are asked even to lower their gaze and cover up their gender-discriminating parts? It seems weird doesn’t it?Too conservative?? Suffocating rules?? Right??We do get along well with our sexual counterparts. Not every other person we meet do we fall in love with…..so why all this fuss about? *narrow-minded jerks* !BUT in the end we all do- fall in love or atleast prone to lust. Looks do matter or appearance or speech, education, intelligence, many things, but the most attractive is just the feeling of being with the opposite sex and that’s why…...That IS why my dear enlightened, broad-minded fellows – Islam warns a man and woman against being alone in a room without any urgent situation at hand. Feelings develop, sparks fly, emotions erupt, desires fire up, and this fire burns away all CONTROL …all inhibitions and is just a glimpse of the fire waiting ahead in the life hereafter..*shudder*.
But the City doesn’t care.It moves on at its own pace, its own rhythm.

Girls from very decent background move out of their own will to commit the most outrageous of acts in broad daylight laden with the excuse of going to college, attending home maintenance classes, visit with girlfriends, or simply job – and end up in a park, a sea-side hut, a hotel room or a rented farmhouse located faraway.
 Burqa-clad girls come out of their shrines, sit in a car parked across the street and there u go years ahead in a time machine in a few moments. Out comes a fully made-up girl in tight-fitting, low-neck clothes, all smiles on listening to the leering tone of ,
“Hi Beautiful!”, and then
“Oh you look so sexy in those clothes !!”…and finally
 “ I wonder how exquisite will your body be within??!!”
… Lust takes over love (if it was there in the first place), emotions take over values and everything is left behind in this fast “over-taking”. Guess that’s what life in the fast lane is all about !!.And these oh-so-simple, non-professional, innocent ANGELS think that GOD cannot watch behind closed doors.Ahem! Well !I haven’t also seen HIM watching ME ever, but dear dear a 1000 eyes are and WILL keep on watching those romantic love-birds to get some important “Adult education” or an “X-RATED movie” (which might turn comedy at times coz of inexperience)….!
All this has been gifted to those EYES as a treat by the most valuable Hidden Eye on the face of this earth…SPY CAMS…TADAAA !!!*whistles*, *clapping* . Technology never had a better use. The city has become advanced, computerized, tech-savvy and what not ??!!!
Loudspeakers are used for Azaan…
And somewhere in the distance it faded away in the ears of those who were busy in their world……
And the music kept on blaring at full volume as the car whizzed past in a zig-zag fashion….
Life moves on just like that in the City …
My City just Rocksss !!!!
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