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.
i luv tiya khiwani 