Ek Simple si Coffee Bhi Kick Deti Hai

Almost everyday around 4'o clock in the evening I indulge in something very reveling. Its very inncoucous in nature. It takes off all the negativities that surround me the entire day.
I wait for this time all day long like rolling stone waits to reach the flat land. Its that time of the day when I along with a few of my colleagues gather in the cafetaria in my office.
There's a certain predictability in our behaviour at the coffee table. Our mannerisms go a sudden change on that table everyday around that time. The suave manner in which we carry ourselves the entire day is suddenly forgotten. As if that table holds some kind of magic effect akin to the Bermuda triangle that we get lost in our worlds so predictably that the naysayers around us start wondering what stuck us. We become our original selves. The magic effect almost conspicously captures anyone passing by us, and even makes them forget the formal existence all around. The indulgence is so gripping that the fun and frolic environment around us seems to sometime break the expected decibel levels that is expected officially.
There are two people who are almost permanent members of these meetings. First one of-course myself and the second one my cubemate Jyoti. I dont know who was affected first with this syndrome but what I can say is that we both are now affected and have managed to infect a few more also. The others who seem to have been affected are Arindam, Anujit and Sukanta.
Though not all of us make it to the table daily, the absence of one is not felt mostly, as someone from the group definitely gets bitten by the dual personality effect wherin he/she takes charge to play the missing character too.
Arindam is our meticulous man. He is such a perfect planman that THE one above may feel ashamed sometimes.
Then there is Anujit - Mr. One Liners. Well, he is the one who doesnt neccessarily speak too much, but is so adept at placing his statements, which are mostly in a question format, that we genrally cant stop laughing.
The third member is Sukanta. He's the one who almost always goes missing during these times. Nowadays, he doesnt manage to join us since the timing has started clashing with his favourite past time - Smoking. He is so lazy that if he is put to race with a snail, even the snail would win the race by miles. One look at him and one would feel as if its such a pain for him carrying his torso. He is marked by another character too. He can twist any topic to his favourite domain anytime - that of a spicing it up with a pondy touch. He has over the period successfully managed to plague all of us to this effect.
The foorth member of the group is Jyoti. She is the perfect playmaker of the group. She knows exactly how to put people in a fix. Mostly the refree of the group since she's the lone female member of this coterie.
Then I am the fifth member. I would better leave my description for others.
Having described all here there's another non living thing that makes the day for us during all these meetings. Thats the coffee from the vending machine.
Today after the daily meeting culminated in yet another post Laughter Challenge effect I am just wondering if it the cuppa coffee that should be blamed.
Yes someone rightly put it "Ek Simple si coffee bhi kick deti hai".

I am young and vibrant. I am colourful. I am raring to go. And the good thing is that even the world is taking notice of me. But going by my age I have more children than I should have been having. This is causing an undue strain upon me. I am really having to work hard amidst adversities to feed them, yet I am successfully able to take care of all. My children fall into multiple age groups, though most of them are young.
During their growing days they promised to support me. They promised to keep my name shining in days to come. Today most of them are grown up.
However I am not really glad seeing this. Though most of them have grown up, they haven’t matured enough. While some of them have grown up as responsible people there have been an equal number or more of their siblings who have tried to pull them down. Sibling rivalry has become very common at my home. While some of my kids are rich, an equal number are still dying. My richer sons/daughter are not doing any good to the struggling. Most of my kids have become materialistic.
Today, I can’t bear it anymore. I can’t see this sibling rivalry anymore. I am bleeding.
My kids are fighting to share my love. They have considered me to be their fiefdom. While many of my sons are ready to lay their lives to prevaricate any attempts to harm me, and I am in fact glad to see this, there are others who are ready to lay down their brothers to share a piece out of me, as if I only for them. They forget that though I am a mother of so many and I shower my love equally on everyone and every one has equal right on my existence.
My name is India. I want to live. I can't bear this bloodshed anymore.
LET ME LIVE

Saddam Execution

Saddam was executed a couple of days back.
I found a video of his exection.
Find a link to the video below.
***Please note that this video is not meant for the weak hearted. And in case you are amongst those please refrain from watching this video.
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