MIDNIGHT ? SEND SMS TO TIYA KHIWANI

November 19, 2002

Every night when the clock bell chimes midnight, an agent sends SMS messages to his master and Queen My luv : the ever young Tiya Khiwani of Firozepur, District Karachi, Pakistan. She replies and the exchange of SMS continues for a while.

Ever since Shri K.G. Khiwani abdicted the responsibility of a father towards his daughter and apparantly sold her to Shri Chandra Shekhar Shyamrao Gadge; the agent has taken over the reins of her life. It is not a employer and employee relationship which starts with the start of office and closes with its closing to reopen the next day. It is not a brother-sister relationship either. This relationship takes its root on jealousy, envy and vengeance in which the political pimp, manipulator and her employer wants to have her all the time  to keep her away and beyond the reach of her lover. She has parroted the lines given by him to take shelter under the false sense of security provided by him and plays her part very well like an accomplished actress and calls him up around midnight everyday to arouse him. He has chained her to him financially and otherwise in such a manner that she can’t even breath independently. Her telephone and mobile calls are monitored and she is responsible to her employer all the 24 hours. 7 days a week, 365 days a year for everything personal. She has no respite. He keeps a strict watch on her movements and she talks to or meets only those visitors who have been cleared by him or provided by him.

I gather that the SMS gives the approximate time when the customers would leave her and she would be free for the return pick up.  Quite frequently the agent calls her up to listen to the Caller tune set on her mobile which plays a song eugolising him as Khuda (Allah, God).  He feels elated on being her God and shamelessly hides his real face of Gandoo/Goonda that he is.

I look at her face and wonder about the cruelty and the extent to which the agent would go to harass and punish my luv for loving me.

C.S. GADGE RUINED TIYA KHIWANI

July 21, 2001

Shri Chandra Shekhar Shyamrao Gadge is a cheapie. He is not worth my attention or time and there is nothing in him on which one can write about. Once, he bribed a Mumbai Mirror reporter to publish his own photograph with certain false allegations about me and the newspaper-men were wise enough to blacken his face in print for ever. He is a small sized mean liar flaunting such small accessories as his new shirt, watch, goggles, shoes, vehicle key chain, etc. He is thrieving on his R.S.S. connections and use of vocal chord shouting. My luv is quite impressed with that and told me once that he is a bomb ready to explode at any time and that she was scared of disclosing our relationship to him because he could harm me. I told her not to worry about me on that score because I diffuse such bombs with ease and I am capable of taking care of myself. Time has proved that I was right. Time has also proved that any one trying to harm me suffers irreparable injuries himself or herself.

God has not gifted Shri C.S. Gadge with any intelligence, foresight, ability to deal with accomplished and experienced people having status, prestige and honour in the society because he has none of it in himself and does not value it in others. He is not gifted with the acumen of understanding, maturity and ability to settle an issue and he is totally incapable to sort out any problem. In fact he is a master in creating long lasting problems which aggravate day by day through passage of time. He has spoiled the life and career of almost every body who were foolish enough to listen to him or act upon his advice.

A few examples are listed below :-

Late Sharad Kulkarni listened to him and God lifted him up.

Shri Sharad Dhole heard him and is out of Maharashtra and into oblivion.

Advocate Massey Lucy listened to him and is facing suspension of her licence by the Bar Council of India.

Inspector Kadam listened to him and his promotion is held up.

Inspector Ambadas Gadade listened to him and his senior ACP Sushila Shetty is facing the music. Meeran Borwankar is cooling her heels as I.G.P. C.I.D. Pune.

Inspector Pradip Temkar did not listen to him, was forced to act on the behest of his seniors pressure and has been transferred to Economic Offences Wing.

Shri K.G. Khiwani listened to him and has lost his 25 years of prestige in the society.

My luv is forced to listen to his ill advice and her name and fame are unparalleled in the Internet world today.

Not content with spoiling the life and career of so many people, he chose to complain that his own modesty as a female was outraged on 19 September 2005 near Khar Railway Station in full public view through unidentified people and through mysteriously unidentified calls and upon completion of his own managed (through bribe and corrupt police) investigation, is now a police certified Bhadva in judicial records. He has also admitted that more than ten thousand people from all over the world called him up to supply girls for sex thereby admitting to be an internationally reputed pimp.

The matter was taken up right upto the Information Commissioner of Maharashtra and the accused was granted authority to inspect the police station documents. The accused inspected Nirmal Nagar police station documents and established a World Record of First such instance in the whole world. The political pimp is now trying to cut corners and wriggle out of the case but there is no escape for him in sight.

Shri C.S. Gadge is a back room manipulator, a rumour monger showing his false importance and bogus claims of being indispensable to the Khiwani family in the crisis created by his own self, in their lives and scaring them day in and day out. Unfortunately, they see him as their saviour and seek the help of the rogue. Shri C.S. Gadge himself is not courageous, battle worthy and can not last long in any fight. He is not made of the mettle which separates youngsters and converts them in to men. He is devoid of any of the 29 qualities which sustains a man in war like conditions of life. He is bound to fail, he is bound to get defeated and bound to suffer humiliation in the long run. At the first sign of a real battle attack albeit in a Court of law, he is running away to save his own skin. He can not face the challenges himself. He is untrustworthy and unreliable. Sadly, this is the shaky foundation on which Khiwani family is building their hopes. Their hopes and aspirations are bound to get shattered. Shri C.S. Gadge is an useless man. My luv has understood him inside out and rightly uses him as a chauffeur, driver, errand boy, escort sentry and makes him pay the expences incurred upon for engaging me, on the promise of repayment in kind. He is not worth more than that. If one reads the battle account of the fort of Rani Laxmibai of Jhansi, one would be able to identify him with the people who started shivering and shitting in their Dhoti on the first sound of the bugle on the battlefield.

I have given just a few examples. I can write more but he is not worth writing about. I would rather write about my luv whom I luv and keep on loving because it is a matter of heart.

I have patience. I can wait. Time and Time Lord are on my side. My luv will be out of his clutches one day and will come back to me for a happy ending. No, I am not day dreaming. I am stating facts.

When I picked up a phone to call her up six years back, he intervened and didn’t connect the line. He told his goondas to threaten me, that didn’t work. It won’t work with me even if the goondas are in Uniform.

He brought the police in our lives. I have to finish off that chapter too. However, the police are likely to remain in our lives till Gadge is finally lodged in jail for falsifying evidence to launch bogus cases on me with the help of the female. He may still bribe policemen to initiate false cases to harass me. I don’t bother. God has saved me as he saved His disciple Bhakt Prahlad, although I am not pious, saintly or devotional. I am not demonising, but the similarity between Holika and the female are too many to ignore.

In my desire for a truce, I spoke to Mrs Ritu Yadav, Shri Deepankar khiwani and her father Shri K.G. Khiwani to meet them, say my say and sort out the problems I envisaged at that particular time. Mrs Ritu Khiwani spoke with lots of attitude, I could still have dealt with her; but her attitude, I felt, was to avoid conversing with me and so I stopped contacting her. I still have her mobile number. But that is of no use to me. Shri Deepankar Khiwani was polite but unconcerned with the goings on. Her father Shri K.G. Khiwani was evasive. I tried to contact them many times, through her, direct and otherwise but they always avoided talking to me. My luv did not want me to talk to her family. She wanted only her word to prevail but that would have anyway prevailed in her own family. At best, they would have heard me but still believed her. I think Bhadva Shri C.S. Gadge advised them not to communicate with me. I suffered, she suffered, her family has suffered. The sufferings shall continue till we don’t communicate because there is no end in sight. Its an impasse.

We can keep on arguing as to who threw the first stone but as the Holy Bible teaches; if you consider me a sinner and wish to punish me for it, please ensure that you have not committed a sin yourself. You have to be a saint, if you are not, don’t try to blame me because I would then expose you and your sins. I won’t try to punish because that is God’s job, not mine.

The stars foretell that She does not have any life and any happiness in her life without me. To live life and enjoy happiness with me or to suffer the life of a whore in the company of the Bhadva is the choice today. Future does not hold any option. Even a blind can see that.

Shall the Khiwani family and in particular my luv ever realise with hindsight that my words are prophetic and her future with the Bhadva is doomed?

P.S. : My writings have an electrifying effect. The moment Bhadva reads it, his asshole starts burning and he runs to inform the female. They indulge in whoring and pimping and try all stunts to inflict as much injury as possible on me by foul means. They also go to Babas sitting at different Mazars, priests practising witchcraft at various temples to get me eliminated. They are trying to change the course of my destiny. They can’t. If they spend half of their efforts or money, which they are spending to harm me, on correcting themselves, their life would be easier and less complicated. Perhaps, “Vipasyana” may help : Perhaps.

Hajj : An Ancient Hindu Piligrimage

August 30, 2008

Much before Islam or christianity came into existance, each year tribes from all around the Arabian peninsula would converge on Makkah, as part of an annual pilgrimage. The exact faith of the tribes as followers of Hinduism is evident on the basis of available records, customs and rituals of the Hajj. However, Muslim historians refer to the time before Muhammad as al-Jahiliyah, the “Days of Ignorance”, during which the Kaaba contained hundreds of idols representing totems of each of the tribes of the Arabian peninsula. The idols represented multiple faiths, from pagan gods like Hubal, al-Lat, Uzza and Manat, to symbols of Jesus and Mary and Allah (God). It was this Allah (God) who revealed Holy Quran to the prophet.

Muhammad was known to regularly perform the Umrah, even before he began receiving revelations. Historically, devotees would gather at various meeting points in other great cities, and then proceed en masse towards Makkah, in groups that could comprise tens of thousands of pilgrims. Two of the most famous meeting points were in Cairo and Damascus. In Cairo, the Sultan would stand atop a platform of the famous gate Bab Zuwayla, to officially watch the beginning of the annual pilgrimage.  Sending off the piligrims on a hazardous journey by lining up streets and obtaining their blessings is a Hindu culture.

In 632 AD, when Muhammad led his followers from Medina to Makkah, it was the first Hajj to be performed by Muslims alone, and the only Hajj ever performed by Muhammad. He destroyed the idols at the Kaaba, and re-ordained it as the house of God. It was from this point that the Hajj became one of the Five Pillars of Islam. Subsequently, the buildings next to Kaaba were demolished to create more room for the piligrims.

During the Hajj, male pilgrims are required to dress only in a garment consisting of two sheets of white unhemmed cloth, with the top draped over the torso and the bottom secured by a white sash which is similar to the dress of people renouncing their family life and seeking communique with God.; plus a pair of sandals. Women are simply required to maintain their hijab – normal modest dress, which does not cover the hands or face.

Shaving a head is an old Hindu custom signifying renunciation of the world.

The Ihram clothing shows the equality of all pilgrims in the eyes of God: there is no difference between a prince and a pauper when everyone is dressed the same. The Ihram also symbolizes purity and absolution of sins. A place designated for changing into Ihram is called a miqat. While the pilgrim is wearing the Ihram, they cannot shave, clip their nails, or use deodorant or perfume. They may not swear or quarrel, kill any living thing, or engage in sexual intercourse.

On the first day of the Hajj, the 8th day of the 12th month, Dhu al-Hijjah, the pilgrims perform their first Tawaf, which involves all of the pilgrims entering The Sacred Mosque (Masjid Al Haram) and walking seven times counter-clockwise around the Kaaba, kissing the Black Stone (Hajr Al Aswad) on each circuit. If kissing is not possible due to the crowds, they may simply align themselves with the stone and point to it. Each complete circuit constitutes a “Shout” with 7 circuits constituting a complete tawaf. The place where pilgrims walk is known as “Mutaaf”. Only the first three Shouts are compulsory, but invariably almost all perform it seven times. Please remember that going around the image of the Lord (Parikrama) is an old Hindu custom which is still in vogue in all temples.

Eating is not allowed, as is the custom in Hindus,  and the tawaf is normally performed all at once, the only exception being the drinking of water. Men are encouraged to perform the first three circuits at a hurried pace, followed by four times, more closely, at a leisurely pace.
After the completion of Tawaf, all the pilgrims have to offer two Rakaat prayers at the Place of Abraham (Muqaam E Ibrahim), a site near the Kaaba. However, again due to large crowds during the days of Hajj, they may instead pray anywhere in the mosque.

Although the circuits around the Kaaba are traditionally done on the groundlevel, Tawaf is now also performed on the first floor and roof of the mosque.

Hajj experience promotes peaceful coexistence, equality, and harmony. Specifically, Hajj “increases belief in equality and harmony among ethnic groups and sects and leads to more favorable attitudes toward women, including greater acceptance of female education and employment” and that “Hajjis (those who have performed the Hajj) show increased belief in peace, and in equality and harmony among adherents of different religions.; which in essence , intent and content is the message of Hindu religon, culture and civilisation.

Do you find similarities with Hindu piligrimage? Don’t be surprised; Hajj is a Hindu piligrimage which the prophet could not stop during his life time and had to incorporate as a pillar of Islam.

GIRLS ARE BEST…

July 23, 2008

Girls are best vehicles : front two horns, back two bumpers, comfortable chassis, self lubricant when hot; monthly automatic oil change, highest mileage of 9 months in just 2 mililitre.

DID K.G. KHIWANI SELL HIS DAUGHTER

July 21, 2008

With every raid in a red light area, stories of girls sold to brothel owners by their parents for a few hundred rupees come out in print in local and national newspapers.  Brothel owners become the  owners and masters of these hapless girls from Bihar, Nepal, Nagaland, Meghalaya, Bengal, Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka, Tamilnadu, etc. and push them  into prostitution.

Shri K.G. Khiwani in a  recorded statement to the police in front of two witnesses has stated on 16 July 2005 that his daughter Tiya Khiwani  left  his house five years back and his whereabouts  were not known to him.  Tiya Khiwani was talking to her lover from her father’s residential phone when her lover  was at Mumbai or away on tour in 2002 – 2003.  She had filed a false complaint alleging threat to her on 26 July 2003 at Versova Police Station.  Her employer himself filed a false complaint on 19 September 2005 and she filed another false complaint on 08 January 2007.  Why did she do it?  What is the motive behind her complaints?

It appears that Shri K.G. Khiwani apparantly sold his daughter to an internationally reputed pimp Shri Chandrashekhar Gadge sometimes during January 2003 or thereabouts.  To snap her links with her past lovers and to have an unfettered control over her for his use and misuse, the  pimp started his time tested rumour spreading tactics to spoil the reputation of her lover for instant damage and future blackmail.  To call her bluff and pin down her lies in a respectable and honourable manner,  her lover took the matter to Court.  Learning about it, the pimp started buying local policemen.  The Court issued a notice and the police station sent a letter to call her for enquiry.  Instead of sending her  to appear for the enquiry, the pimp started searching for an opportunity to implicate her lover in a false case.  The opportunity came to them on 26 July 2003 when her lover desired to meet her father and on 08 Septemeber 2003 when her lover was coming to meet her father, she made false complaints on the pimp’s advice and guidance.   Undettered, the case moved on and notices turned into summons, summons into bailable and then unbailable warrants.  On her non appearance, proclamation was issued by the Honourable Court which was served by pasting it on her door.  She got infuriated and wanted to take vengeance.   On 16 September 2005, the deal with Nirmal Nagar Police station was finalised and the pimp and the female went at 10.00 P.M. on 19 Septemeber 2005 to file a false complaint against her lover.  While she entertained police officials till mid-night,  the pimp alleged in his complaint that his modesty as a female had been outraged that evening at 10.00 PM at Khar railway station.  He falsified proof in collusion with corrupt elements of Mumbai Police and as his prime witness stated that she saw and heard the commission of the crime on 21 September 2005, ie. 2 days later from her employer’s allegation.  There are other loopholes more glaring than these in his laughable allegations which are a bundle of white lies.  Her lover’s lawyer sent notices to her in another case at her house.  The pimp advised her not to accept it inspite of their previous experience.  He poisoned their ears and  pressurised her to file bogus and false complaints to Cyber crime cell for which he falsified documents and presented taped conversation in the dubbed voice of her lover to do her bidding.  instead of settling disputes through talks, the pimp showed his muscle and money power and bought a news paper reporter to file a false and untrue report wiothout verification to defame her lover.  He pressurised her further  to threat suicide and complain that her own modesty was insulted by some writings on a blog allegedly written by her lover.  He bribed Mumbai police to initiate chapter case against her lover.  It needs to be mentioned that all these cases were written as complaints without the authority of law with the sole aim of harassing her lover and would not stand judicial scrutiny.  The pimp wanted her lover to be in jail so that he can freely trade her into prostitution.  God saved her lover.  Did the pimp force her into the racket of flesh trade or he just remained a political pimp and police ka dalal?

FUCK

July 9, 2008

FUCKING
Fucking (IPA: [ˈfʊkɪŋ]; rhymes with “looking”) is an Austrian village in the municipality of Tarsdorf, in the Innviertel region of western Upper Austria.

The village is located 32 kilometres north of Salzburg, four kilometres east of the German border and half an hour by car from the town of Petting, in Bavaria.

History

The village is known to have existed as “Fucking” since at least 1070 and is named after a man from the 6th century called Focko. “-ing” is an old Germanic suffix indicating the people of the root word to which it is attached; thus Fucking means “(place of) Focko’s people.” The village has a population of 93.

Fucking’s most famous feature is a traffic sign with its name on it, beside which tourists often stop to have their photograph taken. It is a commonly stolen street sign. Significant public funds have been spent on replacing the stolen signs.

In 2004, mainly due to the stolen signs, a vote was held on changing the village’s name, but the residents voted against doing so. In August 2005, the road signs were replaced with theft-resistant signs welded to steel and secured in concrete to prevent further chances of the sign being stolen.

FUCK!

Fuck is perhaps one of the most interesting and exciting words in the English language. Fuck is the one magical word which just by its sound can describe pleasure, pain, hate, and love. Fuck comes from the German word, “frikon”.
In language, “fuck” falls into many grammatical categories.

Fuck can be used as a verb both transitive (he fucked her) and intransitive (she was fucked by him).
an active verb (he really gives a fuck), a passive verb (she really doesn’t give a fuck),
an adverb (she is fucking interested in him) and
a noun (she is a fine fuck).
an adjective (she is fucking beautiful).

As you can see there is a whole lot of real versatility with “fuck”. It pops up everywhere. Besides its sexual connotation, this lovely word can be used to describe many situations:

GREETING – How the fuck are you?
FRAUD – I got fucked by that crook;
DISMAY – Oh, fuck it!;
TROUBLE – I’m fucked now!;
CONFUSION – What the fuck?!;
AGGRESSION – “Fuck you!”;
DISGUST – “Fuck me”
DESPAIR – Fucked again!;
PHILOSOPHY – “Who gives a fuck?”
INCOMPETENCE – “He’s a real fuck-off”;
DISPLEASURE – “What the fuck is going on here?”
NUMEROLOGY – “Sixty-fuckin’-nine”;
LOST – “Where the fuck are we?”
DISBELIEF – “Unfuckingbelievable
RETALIATION – Up your fucking ass!”
REBELLION – Fuck it!;
SATISFACTION – fuck me again!

Also as:
DESCRIPTIVE ANATOMY – “He’s a fuckin’ asshole!”
TO TELL TIME – “It’s six-fucking-thirty.”
PREDICTION – “Well, I’ll be fucked!”
A POLITICAL STATEMENT – “Fuck Mumbai”
INCESTUOUS – “Motherfucker”
A PUT DOWN – “Fuck off, buster!”
ALL ENCOMPASSING – “Fuck ’em all!”
GOVERNMENTAL AFFAIRS – “Fuck the bureaucracy”
A POKER HAND- “A royal fuck”
TO START A RELATIONSHIP – “Let’s fuck now!”
AS AN ACCEPTANCE – “Fuckin’ eh!”
ENJOYMENT – “Fuckin’ Wow!” ”
A CLOSING – “Fuckingly yours”.
MATERNAL – “Motherfucker”
POLITICAL – Fuck George Bush!!

Never forget the quotes of some famous people in our history and in the present:

Michelangelo: “You want me to paint what on the fucking ceiling”
George Custer: Where did all these Fucking indians come from?
Einstein: “Any fucker can understand that”
Mayor of Hiroshima: What the fuck was that?
Heidi Fleuss: Fuck these celebrities!
Mayor Richard Daley: Fuck the heat – – Chicago IL
John Wayne: “Fuck death and the lung cancer he rode in on.”
Bill Clinton: What the fuck’s this inhaling thing?
Oliver North: You’re all fucking liars!
Sean PennFuck: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck etc.
Eddie Murphy: Fuck you, Fuck you, and Fuck you. Who’s next?
Jack Nicholas: Fuck this for a lark, 1995 British Open.
And last but not least, the immortal words of the captain of the Titanic, who said “Full speed ahead and fuck the iceberg” and five minutes later said “Where is all this fucking water coming from?

The mind fairly boggles at the many creative uses of the word. How can anyone be offended when you say “FUCK”? Use fuck in your daily speech proudly. Acharya Rajnish “OSHO” used to clear his throat in the morning by saying Fuck You four times. Fuck adds prestige to any conversation. Put this colorful four letter word to work for you. Today tell someone you know “fuck you” … or “Let’s fuck!”

This is a disclaimer. We know the origin of the word FUCK. When the puritans settled what is now Salem, they had this issue about pre-marital sex, they didn’t approve of it. Not that it should matter to anybody except the two or three etc people are involved in in the privacy of their own home. Well these butt-in-skies decided that sex should be a crime, and orgasms should be outlawed. Strange, how they thought they had the right to suppress one of God’s greatest gifts while doing this in the name of God. Well If two people were caught in the act of having sex or even thinking about having sex they were brought to trial. If they were found guilty the crime they were committed of was “For Under Carnal Knowledge“. They were put in the stockades and their crime was also carved in a piece of wood and placed over their heads. This was before the printing press or even before Black and Decker and God forbid Craftsman power tools (I like Craftsmans tools. So all carving in wood had to be done not only by hand, but with hand made tools. Since they couldn’t run over to England or Germany very easily, they didn’t have any airplanes yet either, they had to try to conserve their tools and time. Just imagine carving the whole thing out when they could be out looking for young lovers to lock up or witches to burn at the stake. So they invented the acronym, which is a word or letter abbreviations for longer phrases. So if you were caught fucking around, and found guilty, you had the word F.U.C.K placed over your head while you spent time in the stockades. That is where the word came from and that is how it is associated with screwing. So please don’t E-mail me and tell me that Fuck is not a German word. I fucking already know that. This is a joke, it is something to be laughed and enjoyed, I hope. By the way, I also know that the first part is not really correct either. If you want to bitch about this writing, Fuck You.

CRUSHED BY BREASTS

July 9, 2008

America’s Got No Shame: TV talent show’s new low as woman crushes beer cans with her breasts

By Daily Mail Reporter
Last updated at 2:55 PM on 03rd July 2008

Sharon Osbourne, Piers Morgan and David Hasselhoff were left agog during the latest round of America’s Got Talent auditions after a hopeful smashed beer cans with her 40 lbs breasts.

Busty Heart, as she is known, crushed nine beer cans simultaneously with her right breast in a rather peculiar attempt to impress the judges during an audition for America’s Got Talent.

The former exotic dancer stuck pictures of Morgan and Hasselhoff’s faces to the cans, which ended up flattened on the table.

Busty, whose real name is Susan Sykes, left the studio audience stunned when she appeared on US reality show America’s Got Talent.

A gasp echoed out around the Los Angeles studio as the nightclub owner took to the stage with her 88-inch chest.

‘I’m going to crush objects with my breasts,’ the 47-year-old brunette said. ‘Don’t try this at home.’

Her act was so shocking that TV cameras only captured it from the back of the stage – it was not deemed suitable for a prime-time audience.

Busty could just about be seen lifting up her right breast and slamming it down on the table.

Cameras then cut back to a close up of the ex-model, holding up the squashed drink cans.

‘If you were on Baywatch, we would have lasted another 11 years,’ Hasselhoff laughed, before all three judges refused to send her through to the next round of the competition.

Busty is no stranger to the limelight.

In 1987, she covered Jack Nicholson’s head with an oversized bra at an LA Lakers basketball game.

The stunt came after the actor had infuriated fans by mooning at the crowd during a Lakers game.

And in July 1997, Bennie Casson filed a $100,000 lawsuit against a club in Belleville, Illinois, after a stripper allegedly slammed her breasts into his neck and head.

Casson claimed that Sykes had left him with a ‘bruised, contused, lacerated’ neck.

9 important men in girl’s life

July 8, 2008

The Nine Important Men In A Woman's Life....

1. THE DOCTOR: because he says, "Take your clothes off."

2. THE DENTIST: because he says, "Open wide."

3. THE HAIRDRESSER: because he says, "Do you want it teased or blown?".

4. THE MILKMAN: because he says, "Do you want it in the front or the back?"

5. THE INTERIOR DECORATOR: because he says, "Once it's in, you'll love it!"

6. THE STOCK BROKER: because he says, "It will rise right up, fluctuate for a while, and then slowly fall back again."

7. THE BANKER: because he says, "If you take it out too soon, you'll lose interest.

8. THE HUNTER: because he goes deep in the bush, shoots twice, and always eats what he shoots.

9. THE TELEPHONE GUY: because he says, "Would you like it on the table or up against the wall.

Horrors of Mumbai Police

July 8, 2008

Scotland Yard is considered the best police force in the world followed by Mumbai Police. Indians were proud of its efficiency and fairness. Over a period of time, the rot set in. The disease is cancerous and uncurable now.

On 19 September 2005, a the-then 48 year male, sat at Nirmal Nagar Police Station at 10.00 P.M. and made a laughable allegation that his modesty as a female was insulted at 10.00 P.M. at Khar railway station. He made a few more false complaints, all imaginary and bogus, of course. What did the investigating officer do? Presumbly he pocketed the bribe, had sex with the accompanying female, proceeded to write a First Information Report, converted it into a cognisable offence, implicated an innocent in a false case, arrested the accused without any fault and sent the charge sheet to the Honourable Court without any fig leaf of evidence or investigation.

Senior officers of Mumbai Police refused to intervene in the matter. Protection of Human Rights Cell of Maharashtra Police declined to come to the rescue of the accused. National and State Human Right Commissions passed the buck without so much as listening to the plight of the harassed man.

An innocent suffered the violation of his Human rights in free India at the hands of Mumbai police. Does any one in the world got the courage to defend an innocent in such a gross violation of human rights.

If any one is interested to know : The complainant is an internationally reputed pimp Shri Chandrashekhar Gadge who has never spoken truth in his life and runs a company by the name of C.G. Clean Air Technologies Private Limited, e-mail address cleanairtech@vsnl.net, as a cover up of his real business of supplying prostitutes to politicians, police officials and businessmen. The investigating officer is P.S.I. Sunil Kadam and the case No. 5243/PS/05 is at 32nd Metropolitan Magistrate’s Court at Bandra, Mumbai, India.

JUST 2 MINUTES, HONEY

July 7, 2008

World famous sexologist Dr Prakash Kothari said that a man lasts between 2 to 5 minutes in an actual sex act.  A study carried out on the Tihar jail inmates punished for rape revealed that their pleasure lasted anything between 2 seconds to a minute.  The story of the female who gets her undergarments opened by her husband to have a sex with her paramour for 2 minutes behind his back while her husband waits for her is a folklore with soldiers.

Is the world really mad in going mad over this 2 minute pleasure?

Did my luv become a whore for just this 2 minute pleasure?

MAJOR RAMESH UPADHYAY, THE STATESMAN

July 7, 2008

“Instead of bitterness or rancour, he spoke with appreciation and warmth. And it is not as if then — as now — any one was being particularly kind to him. What he was underlining, however, were values so essential. That you never stop talking to somebody you are at odds with, that in life you should never be shy of stepping back and rectifying a wrong, and most importantly, that just as there are no permanent friends , there also can’t be any permanent enemies.

Cynical, ruthless and certainly quite imperfect; but never one to believe in the politics of exclusion. That is why, even though he was totally at odds with others, he always maintained more than a decent working relationship.

Others misread him, also misunderstood him. And the English speaking caricatures who always struggle to understand old styled salt-of-the-earth heartland people, get him completely wrong. He is a believer in “total” politics of life. He thinks, sleeps, dreams it all the time. He draws his power from his experience. If he has to grow when opportunity arrives, or survive when adversity looms, he cannot practise exclusion. He will never do two things: allow his values to erode, or get cornered. Remember, he was trained to be a fighter. And, like any fighter, he knows the value of space to manoeuvre. He won’t tolerate exclusion. If you had studied him more closely, or more intelligently, you would have figured that he wasn’t going to play politics of opportunity and shifting equations, and that too at a time when he is nearly pinned down by his opponents “.

Major Ramesh Upadhyay could immediately connect to the article and felt that perhaps it was he who was being written about. But no, similarities in thought and action notwithstanding, it was not about him. on 05 July 2008, Shekhar Gupta, the powerful editor of Indian Express group of newspapers wrote about the above qualities which make a person a statesman. Major Ramesh Upadhyay is not one, may not be one. But he has lived by these ideals through out his life and there is going to be no change in his attitude in future too.

Will the internationally reputed pimp or the members of his luv’s family learn any thing from these words of wisdom? Or are their personal egoes so inflated that they can not see the futility of fighting an useless fight with him?

TIYA KHIWANI CRAVES FOR BONDAGE SEX

July 3, 2008

WHILE WE WERE TALKING AND HAVING SEX ON THE BED IN THE CLOSED ROOM OF SAGARIKA, COLABA  ON 08 DECEMBER 2002, SHE SUDDENLY STARTED HITTING ME.  MY INSTANT AND NATURAL REACTION WOULD HAVE BEEN TO HIT HER BACK, BUT I CONTROLLED MY REFLEXES.  SHE ASKED ME AS TO WHY I DID NOT RETALIATE.  I SAID, I DON’T HIT WOMEN.

AFTER SPENDING MANY NIGHTS TOGETHER AT DIFFERENT HOTELS ON DIFFERENT DAYS, WE MET AGAIN ON 15 NOVEMBER 2003 AT HOTEL ASTORIA, CHURCHGATE.  SHE PICKED UP A FIGHT AND WANTED ME TO HIT HER.  WHEN I DID NOT DO THAT, SHE BECAME ANGRY.  I DID NOT REACT TO HER ANGER.  SHE COOLED DOWN AND TOLD ME TO RECOVER MY EXPENDITURE ON HER THROUGH HER BODY.  EXACT WORDINGS WERE : “APNA KHARCHA VASOOL KAR LO”.   I COULD JUST PITY HER AND DID NOT TAKE THE BAIT.  SHE WAS RESTLESS.  THEN SHE TOLD ME AS TO HOW AND WHY SHE IS CRAVING FOR BONDAGE SEX.  I WAS SYMPATHETIC ON HEARING HER PLIGHT AND STORY.  I POLITELY REFUSED SAYING I CAN’T DO THAT, WON’T DO THAT, I LUV U, WOULD LUV U AND WON’T EVER HURT YOUR BODY.  RATHER I WOULD GIVE YOU SO MUCH LUV THAT THERE WOULD BE NO NEED OF BONDAGE SEX.

THE STORY IS INCOMPLETE.  MY LUV STILL CRAVES FOR BONDAGE SEX.  RIGHT ?

old wine

June 22, 2008

My luv Ms Tiya Khiwani is like an old wine. She is more intoxicating as she grows older.

Men in her life are like medicines for her. They all come with an expiry date.

She seems to know nothing of consistency, commitment, loyalty, or faithfulness. Things she demands in her lovers towards her are truly lacking in herself. Yet God’s grace never stops. I pursue a luv that makes no sense to me.

the 40 year old virgin

June 20, 2008

The 40 year old virgin is a comedy. The movie directed by Judd Apatow starring Steve Carell, Catherine Keener, Paul Rudd, Romany Malco, Seth Rogen, Elizabeth Banks, Leslie Mann, Jane Lynch, Kat Dennings, Chelsea Smith was relased in 2005. Bollywood is trying a re-make.

If not already, within a month or so, my luv would be in the 40 year old virgin range. Would she be the butt of jokes in the society? Will any of the movies depict her story? Is she the 40 year old virgin? Is the rumor true that the internationally reputed pimp Shri C.S. Gadge would vouch on his dead mother that Ms Tiya Khiwani of Firozepur, District Karachi, Pakistan is really the 40 year old virgin? Will he collect her hundreds of lovers, international clients, global customers and ex-husband Shri Mushtaq Ahmad Nayak to smilingly certify her eligibility for the comedy called the 40 year old virgin?

DEEPANKAR KHIWANI & RARA

June 8, 2008

His friends call him “Guru”.

Deepankar Khiwani was born to his parents father Shri Krishnagopal Khiwani and mother Mrs Swapna Khiwani on Friday, 09 July 1971 at New Delhi, India.

It was the first day (Pratipada) of the Krishnapaksh (Fortnight ending with moonless night) of Ashad (3rd month) of Vikrami-Samvat (Hindu calendar starting from the date King Vikramaditya of Amravati in ancient India ascended upon his throne) 2028.

Uttarashada Nakshatra (Sigma Saggitari Birthstar) was shining on the Southern horizon and the boy was born under the Moon Sign of Capricorn.

BIRTHSTAR
He would have a majestic appearance, strong muscular body, long nose, chiseled features, round cheeks, a sad face, black hairs, thin jaw, deep discerning eyes, pleasant disposition. He would be gentle and kind, fond of good food and good company. He would live in forests or near water fronts or river banks. There would be many moles on his body including on face. He would have indigestion, gastric and knee problems.

POSITIVE ASPECTS OF THE PLANETS.
He would be a sweet talker, rich; history-lover, large hearted, and in middle age would have enormous fame. He would be highly educated.

He would have interest in singing and music, shall live in foreign countries and will be a famous man. He would be a very sexy man and have lots of interest in female.

He would be an accomplished worker, a known writer and love to tour foreign lands.

He would be a good lover, shall like pleasant things of life and would be fortunate.

He would win over his enemies.

He would be blessed with a female child and would be a poet of repute. He would have wandering mentality and would be forgiving in nature.

NEGATIVE ASPECTS OF THE PLANETS

He would have a complete and total business attitude towards life. He would not have any true friend. He would be smiling and his smile would hide his anger, jealousy and frustration. He would not speak out his mind clearly. He would enjoy being unclear and keep others confused. He would not hesitate in going back on his promises. For him, money and power is everything in life.

He would be very very sexy but his seed would not have the power of fertility or reproductivity. He would not be able to produce children. He would be afflicted with diseases of the stomach.

He would not have any brother. His sister would be needlessly argumentative with her lover(s) and would also be a dim-witted female. I took her as an intelligent lady; but now, in hindsight can visualise that her mother must be rebuking her as “mentally retarded”, a phrase which she uses so often.

He is presently passing through Rahu’s Mahadasha till 18 April 2009 after which Jupiter’s Mahadasha will start for next 16 years and he would get further promotion.

PREDICTIONS WHICH DO NOT GO WRONG

Mars in conjunction with Moon : He would be a clever man. He would be quarrelsome. He would quarrel even with his father and very near ones.

Moon in Capricorn : He would face at least one very shocking and humiliating defeat or adversity due to which he would be hesitant to show his face in public.

Rahu in Conjunction with Moon and Mars : He would get involved in Court battles resulting from very serious accusations which would put him in a situation of helplessness. He would suffer stroke and miseries. He would be hospitalised for serious illness. Mental torture and harassment would mentally disturb him. He would be jailed or spend time in custody. Ghosts would trouble him.

ROOT OF THE PROBLEM ; CURSE?
Deepankar Khiwani and his sister Tiya Khiwani have Pitri-dosh (Ancestor’s Curse) in their horoscope which can be loosely explained to mean that some one in upper last 3 generations of his grand-father’s family tree died an unnatural death and his soul has not got Mukti (salvation) from Pret-yoni (life cycle of ghosts). Apparantly his last rites have either not been performed or rituals have not been carried out properly in accordance with laid down religious norms. That Pittar (fore-father) has cursed the family and to verify it, they should look for birth marks on every child born; I know his sister Tiya Khiwani has it on her body because I have seen it; Deepankar Khiwani should check it on his body as well as on that of his daughter Rara and if found should be taken as a sign to mean that the fore-father is punishing the family and unless remedial measures are taken even at this belated stage, their would be no Vansh-Vriddhi i.e. there would be no male sibling in the family.

“Rara” may not have an issue (male or female) at all; like her Buaaji Tiya Khiwani, in all probability; because, her Buaaji’s stupidly egoistic employer would not allow her to meet me in this birth till he destroys her completely (i.e. mentally and physically) by his stupid actions and Lord Shiva at Babulnath and Trimbakeshwar, Omnipresent Lord Kaal Bhairav and Goddess Mother Vaishno Devi would not allow her to produce children by marrying any one else till I am alive; because then there would be no God’s justice in this World and no one will bow out of respect, fear or scare of punishment for going against God’s will and cheating on to them. False cases launched against me to shut me up and impose her lies as truth don’t bother or scare me because in all humility I see God’s undisputed judgment written all over the sick bodies and sick minds of these cheapies masqadering as rich, influential, powerful, high and mighty.

Jayashankar Prashad, a famous story writer and poet of the last Century has written that a fire more fierce than the funeral pyre continuously burns the heart of the father of a girl child if she returns at his home – (separated, divorced or) widowed. Tiya Khiwani’s horrific story may get repeated in the family in next generation too, is what I intend to caution about, now.

Without diverting from the main topic, I can just say at present that, that pittar (fore-father) was a male, never looked straight into the eyes while talking, was aggressive, short tempered and had a defective walk. Isn’t it enough information for the family to trace their ancestor who died an accidental death, to save the family from total extinction?

POST SCRIPT
The Buaaji called up to abuse me again from tele No. 0091-22-69940991 at 04.29 p.m. on 02 April 2007 that I have written it about a small baby. She did not ask for solutions to wriggle out of this unfortunate calamity which would strike the innocent young girl. She did not contradict a word of this piece of writing. Her focus was to find fault with me; as if I have written their destiny.

NOTE : IF EVER, SHRI DEEPANKAR KHIWANI OR A MEMBER OF HIS FAMILY READS THIS PIECE AND GETS INTERESTED TO FIND REMEDIAL MEASURES FOR ANY ADVERSE PREDICTIONS THAT I MAY HAVE MADE ABOUT THEM AT ANY POINT OF TIME; THEY ARE WELCOME TO CONTACT ME AT ANY TIME, ON ANY DAY TILL I AM ALIVE. IT WOULD GIVE ME IMMENSE PLEASURE TO BE OF ANY HELP TO THEM. I LIKE THEM VERY MUCH, I RESPECT THEM VERY MUCH AND PERSONALLY CARRY NO ILL WILL AGAINST ANY ONE ON EARTH.

PRAYER

I pray to God that for the sake of his daughter Rara atleast, dear Deepankar Khiwani or a member of his family would undertake remedial measures before it is too late.

K.G. Khiwani danced taandav?

June 8, 2008

“It is too much.” Wrote The Excellency, exasperated, angry and irritated. The obedient rookie left her august presence to start the manhunt for the writer.

“The Viceroy’s Nose.

Standing near the Governor General’s Residence now known as Rashtrapati Bhawan at New Delhi was the grand statue of the Viceroy of India. One morning public noticed that some one has chopped off the nose of the Viceroy’s statue. A manhunt was launched by the British Government to find the culprit and also to replace the nose. Nothing bore fruit and the statue was finally dismantled.”

This story titled “The Viceroy’s Nose” was written in Hindi during freedom struggle. It conveyed the message to the public and angered the administration. Its writer was hunted down, caught, persecuted and tortured. With advent of freedom and passage of time, he rose to become an institution in himself, was a guide to many scholars of literature, edited many magazines and was respected by his followers and critics alike for his frank and forthright views. Last year he died at Delhi at the ripe age of 84 years.

A few years back I wrote a Blog titled “A Supari to the Police” which got wide coverage and was reproduced by many bloggers. Many readers said that the time is fast approaching when we may call police officers as Inspector Bhai, ACP Bhai, DCP Bhai, Commissioner Bhai; Bhai being a form of address for an underworld Mafia Don.

In the year 2006 I saw my Blog on the table of one of the police officers. It was not placed there to investigate the truth or otherwise of the facts written in the article. It had been given to the police to create a hostile atmosphere against me, with the specific message that I am trying to lower their image in the public with such writings, and to serve a specific purpose; that is to create hatred and enmity towards me. Policemen are also human beings. The manipulation had its effect. The policemen were not comfortable with me any more; they felt irritated and grinded their teeth on me. I understand the signal. They intended to chew me off at the first available opportunity.

Having created such a hostile atmosphere for me, the Manipulative Crook Shri Chandrashekhar Gadge sent the Pakistani refugee Shri Krishnagopal Khiwani to the Police Lord the then Mumbai Police Joint C.P. Mrs Meeran Borwankar, to hit when the iron is hot. Shri K.G. Khiwani was angry that some one has dared to publish a profile of his daughter at some matrimonial site. He named me as the culprit and demanded immediate police action against me.

The history was being repeated.

“It is too much…..” – wrote Joint Commissioner of Police Mrs Meeran Borwankar in anger, irritation and exasperation.

Shri K.G. Khiwani was encouraged. He started shouting at the lower rung police personnel and demanded immediate action against me. The police inspectors were exhausted, angry and harassed. One of their prisoners had run away and they had no clue of his plans or whereabouts. Their minds were immobilized, under tension and full of chaos. And now this pressure by Papa Khiwani. They saw an outlet to vent their feelings. This writer must be taught a lesson. How dare he write about the police or publish the Tiya Khiwani’s profile for marriage?

No thought was given to the obvious social and family satire.

Shri K.G. Khiwani in his late seventies had failed in his primary duty as a parent. The 3 duties of a parent as per our scriptures are; one, to produce children, two, to give them a good environment and upbringing and three, to marry them off. His eldest daughter spent her childhood with maid servants and picked up their lowly habits, language and abuses. When she grew up, no one came up to ask for her hands and the parents could not marry her off to any suitable boy in their own community or any other community. It was left upon her to find her own husband. She married but her father had no role in arranging her marriage. When she wanted to re-marry, her father had no role again. It was she and she alone who was trying to get married herself. She posted her profile on different internet sites, approached many marriage bureaus, agents and others. I have seen one of her old profiles quite recently at some matrimony site. She alleges that she met me through one of those profiles, rejected me but I am still harassing her to marry me. Needless to say that her allegations are false.

But here, Shri K.G. Khiwani was shouting on top of his voice that I got his daughter’s profile published so that others can marry her.

Now, only one of them could be true. Either she is right or her father is. Both can’t be right at the same time.

But there is another comic angle to the situation. It is not a crime in India to help any female aged 18 years or more, to get married. Lakhs of people all over India talk about girls of marriageable age, circulate their bio-data, horoscopes, pictures and cover miles to mediate, help, donate or otherwise assist in a daughter’s marriage. Assisting in “Kanya Vivah (daughter’s marriage)” is considered a “Punya Karya (sacred duty)” in our social structure. It is not a criminal act.

Shri K.G. Khiwani had failed in his primary duty to marry off his daughter. Any one else trying it is a slap on his old face and he has been told by Shri Chandrashekhar Gadge that it is an insult too. For right effects, an internet copy had been handed over to him with specific instructions to create scenes. Instigated and angry, he kept on shouting for action against the culprit.

Policemen are experts in fabricating false cases on trumped up charges on imaginary grounds. They decided that the best course of action is to put the culprit behind bars by hook or by crook, little realising that jails do not stop writers. Many writers the world over have written their best books in jail. Thus, knowingly or unknowingly, the police took a Supari for me. The course of action was to brand me a criminal and then put me behind bars or eliminate me. The plan was to be executed ruthlessly and with fineness.

Shri Chandrashekhar Shyamrao Gadge bought off dishonest officials and manipulated honest ones. He wanted my head at any cost. Sooner than later, this piece of writing shall also reach poisonable ears to create further intolerance towards me who would see my efforts to find solutions to mutual personal problem as law and order problem or criminal offences. Being colour blind they will see only what is shown to them and nothing else. Any lead given by me could be dismissed and won’t be allowed to be investigated. I shall be left to prove my innocence in Honourable Courts, if left alive.

Ms Tiya Khiwani kept on fuming on being exposed of her lies and on being shown the mirror up her face. Her father Shri K.G. Khiwani lost his mental balance on realising his follies and inept failure as a parent at this old age. None of them tolerate truth or accept it as satirical humourous fiction because that requires high mental caliber and maturity which is sadly lacking in each one of them. They are small time cheapies.

I watched all the drama unfolding before my eyes. I have seen the naked hatred, anger, frustration and failure writ large over their faces. I have seen similar hatred on the faces of warring communities in communal riots across the country be it Meerut, Delhi, Saharanpur, Punjab, J&K, Assam, Bengal or Mumbai Riots, etc. It’s a no win situation for any community or group of people or individuals. It is not a sign of success in any war and victory would be ever elusive to them.

One of my old friend producer-director  Shri Tanvir Ahmad was hounded by Shri Anand Swaroop, the then powerful Maharashtra Cultural Secretary and Chairman Film City, now on suspension and facing corruption charges. He retaliated in full force by making a movie. I asked him; why? He said; “I am a creative person. When I am angry, harassed and hurt; I will create the scene on celluloid. I can not behave as a Goonda because I am not, let others think that I am, but I am not.” With cinematic effect, he added; “When time comes, you will also do the same; you are a creative person; you will not behave as a Goonda even if others say so; you will write, write and write.”

I feel the power of the Creator in my writings. It burns. It scares. It moves. It is thrilling. I enjoy being near the Creator. I see God’s creativity in the flow of the words I write. My physical presence at a particular spot is of no consequence to me because I am with God.

Shri K.G. Khiwani danced in anger and frustration. He is not Lord Shiv doing Tandav Nritya. He is not righteous. He is not a devotee. He is not devoted. He did not sense that I am a critic, not his enemy. Having slept with his daughter, I am also his son in law. If he accepts this simple truth, he will be out of the injurious clutches of Shri C.S. Gadge, shall talk to me on one to one basis, sort out the mutual distrust and problems arising due to it and then and only then his own, his daughter’s and his family’s woes will be over for ever.

Of course, Shri C.S. Gadge would not like peace to prevail in our lives because it reduces their dependability upon him and his importance is reduced and therefore he would keep on igniting fire.  My luv would not like  any of her well wisher to talk to me for fear of exposure of her lies.  She would rather burn inside than let me be heard. Her family’s unconcern  would make them restless. They all would suffer because they consider themselves superior to our destiny maker almighty God.  I have great faith in the mercy of the Lord and would rather wait for a miracle to take place.

BOOB MASSAGE

June 8, 2008

IT WAS LONG BEFORE SHRI CHANDRASHEKHAR GADGE WENT TO NIRMAL NAGAR POLICE STATION ON 19 SEPTEMBER 2005 AND DECLARED THAT HIS MODESTY AS A FEMALE WAS MOLESTED; WHICH WAS SUBSEQUENTLY CERTIFIED TRUE BY THE INVESTIGATING OFFICER INSPECTOR SUNIL KADAM.

IT WAS STILL LONG BEFORE SHRI K.G. KHIWANI WENT TO MUMBAI POLICE AND OBLIQUELY ADMITTED TO RUNNING A MASSAGE SERVICE AT HYDERABAD IN LEAGUE WITH C.S. GADGE.

THE FEMALE ABHA DATTA POSING AS MY WIFE ENTERED THE ROOM AT SAGARIKA, REMOVED HER SALWAR, THREW HER UNDER GARMENTS ON THE FLOOR AND JUMPED INTO THE WAITING DOUBLE BED. AFTER HAVING A QUICKIE SEX SESSION, I TOLD HER THAT I WAS TIRED AFTER A LONG AND TIRING JOURNEY UBDERTAKEN ONLY ON HER REQUEST TO THE LOCAL DISTRICT OFFICIALS OF DANG NAMELY SHRI RAMESHBHAI DON TO SEND HER HUSBAND TO MUMBAI. SHE ASKED FOR OIL, TOOK THE OIL BOOTLE, REMOVED ITS CAP, TOOK A FEW DROPS IN HER PALMS AND……THE MASSAGE BY HER BREASTS WAS SENSUOUS. AT THAT TIME, I DID NOT KNOW THAT SHE WAS THE ADMINISTRATOR OF THE MASSAGE SERVICE RUN BY SHRI KRISHNGOPAL KHIWANI AND SHRI CHANDRASHEKHAR GADGE TOGETHER.

WHAT AN IRONIC DOWNFALL…?

I LUV TIYA KHIWANI

June 7, 2008

RENOWNED GUJRATI PREACHER SWAMI KIRITBHAIJI MAHARAJ SAID IN A DISCOURSE THAT “PREETI”(LOVE) HAS NO “NEETI”(RULE) WHICH DOESNOT CAUSE “KSHATI”(LOSS). HOWEVER, THE TEST OF “PREETI”(LOVE) IS THAT THE PERSON KNOWS “MATI”, “GATI” AND “RATI” OF THE HIS BELOVED. LOOSELY TRANSLATED “MATI” MEANS MIND WHICH AGAIN MEANS KNOWING THE LIKES AND DISLIKES OF THE PERSON. “GATI” MEANS MOVEMENT WHICH AGAIN MEANS AS TO WHAT MOVES THE PERSON INTO ACTION AND WHAT IMMOBILISES HIM. RATI MEANS INTEREST WHICH AGAIN MEANS WHAT THE PERSON IS INTERESTED IN AND WHAT PUTS HIM OFF. RATI ALSO MEANS NIGHT AND ALSO SIGNIFIES SEX. IF YOU KNOW IT ABOUT ANOTHER PERSON AND STILL LIKE HIM, YOU ARE IN LOVE; SAID THE SWAMIJI.

I LUV TIYA KHIWANI. MY LUV DOESN’T LUV ME. I STILL LUV HER. I DON’T DESIRE THAT SHE SHOULD RECIPROCATE MY LOVE. I DON’T DESIRE SEX FROM HER. SHE GAVE ME PLEASURE AS MY SECOND WIFE AND MADE ME SUFFER FOR FEAR OF EXPOSURE OF OUR RELATIONSHIP. I UNDERWENT THE TRAUMA OF MY LIFE. I DON’T BLAME HER FOR MY PLIGHT. I DON’T DESIRE ANYTHING FROM HER. I WISH TO SEE HER HAPPY. I FEEL NO PAIN WHEN SHE HARMS ME, HURTS ME, INFLICTS PAIN AND MAKES ME SUFFER. I LUV HER.

I KNOW THAT SHE DOESN’T LUV ANY ONE. SHE DIDN’T LUV HER MOM WHO WAS A VERY STRONG LADY. SHE DOESN’T LUV HER FATHER WHO IS A WEAKLING. SHE DOESN’T LUV HER BROTHER AND SISTER IN LAW. SHE DOESN’T LUV ANY OF HER RELATIVES OR FRIENDS; IN FACT SHE DOESN’T HAVE ANY FRIEND OF HER AGE IN HER LIFE AT ALL. SHE DOESN’T LUV HER RAPIST AND BLACKMAILER EMPLOYER GADGE. SHE DIDN’T LUV HER PREVIOUS HUSBAND MUSHTAQ AHMAD NAYAK ALTHOUGH HERS WAS A LUV MARRIAGE. SHE DIDN’T LUV ANY OF HER LOVERS. SHE DOESN’T LUV ANYBODY. SHE DOESN’T LUV ME. IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME.

I LUV HER

WHOSE WIFE IS TIYA KHIWANI?

July 9, 2001
39 Amboli Assembly constituency is a part of 8 Mumbai North West Parliamentary Constituency represented by Ms Priya Dutt in the Indian Parliament. At part 171 serial 759 of the electoral roll of this assembly constituency, the voter’s name is Upadhyay Tiya Ramesh, wife of Ramesh Upadhyay, female, 37 yrs.

At serial 758 is her father Krishngopal Khiwani and at serial 760 is her brother Deepankar Khiwani. At serial 761 is her sister in law Ritu Yadav. Address is 6, Sagar Sameer, J.P. Road, Versova.

Any doubts, as to whose wife Ms Tiya Khiwani is?

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