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Valentine’s Day Fever – Politicorous February 14, 2009

Reporting From the Land of The Proud KamaSutra & its Practice.: I’ll start out by eating my laughter, which if not swallowed may just cause me to empty my now-ever-full bladder on my chair.

Read this article on Sify.Com

It’s called: V-Day couple oblige Bajrang Dal, get married!

Supposedly, some Hindu right wing groups in India (Like Bajrang Dal) think that celebrating Valentine’s Day is against Indian Culture. (Laughing Out Aloud on a Dangerous Decibel Level! – Oh YEAH? And what do couples, mainly unmarried ones – on Valentines Day do? Kiss? F***? Like lip locks are alien to us Indians! Bah!)

Anyway, these activists thought of meting out a unique sort of punishment.

The Bajrang Dal dudes/goons decided to punish those found displaying their love by marrying them off!! So suppose these goons land up in a park and they find a couple kissing – POOF! And they’re married.

“It was by and large a subdued Valentine’s Day across the state as the threat of rightwing Hindu groups to marry off lovers seen together kept young couples away from celebrations in public.”

AND

“Police said they would take action only if the couple or their relatives lodged a complaint that they were forcibly married. In Nizamabad town, Bajrang Dal activists married off a couple found displaying their love in a park.”

…………are just some of the statements on this report that can be found here.

Ridiculous Politicorous Entertainment!

 

His Eyes. December 30, 2008

Filed under: Romantic & Marital Love — ummeaaiman @ 8:12 pm
They smile, and they exclaim!
They get playful, and scream in ecstacy. 
They emote, and they convey his dislikes.
His Eyes…
They tell me when he’s pleased and
they tell me he’s happy in our world.
They talk dirty and 
they tell me he’s happy being four years old sometimes…
His eyes speak his fears
and give away his wicked humor.
They howl when he’s in pain and 
get soft when he looks at me.
They scowl when he’s pissed off and 
they bespeak all his feelings.
They are mirrors of my own true feelings about him and 
they erase all my fears.
His eyes are strong and fierce and a salve.
They explore and ask questions and provide answers.
They dramatize mischief and invoke concern.
They cocoon me with a blanket of security
and I am forever warm.
They assure and relax and
I know they carry responsibilities.
They express love and they touch the heart.
In difficulty, his eyes are brave
and vulnerable and they are never afraid of telling me that he feels lost
and that he needs me
and that he’s glad I’m there.
They echo his pride and 
they dance in happiness.
They reveal sensitivity and the hurt
at the hands of the insensitive.
They recognize reality, 
and give in to dreams
and have learned to live with hope 
through the harshness of this world.
They speak of pain and sorrow and a many exultations.
His eyes, they tell me all their stories.
P.S.: I love you.
 

 
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