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Negative Progress

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Why are desperate girlslabelled as Sluts???

Page 6- 10

What are my Teachers?page 24 - 25

Golden ChainPage 11

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CONTENTSLOVE IS NOT ENOUGH.. - Dr. PRERNA SINGLA

WHY DESPERATE GIRLSARE LABELLED AS SLUTS? - PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA

I WANT TO RUN MY FINGERS - Dr. AMPAT KOSHY

CLASSIC CASE OF MISTAKEN - BRUCE NEWMAN IDENTITY

LINGER - KATRIN DAYAK

NEGATIVE PROGRESS - SARATHI LOKE NATH

LOST SOUL - KAREN HINES

CONNECTING & BONDING - FLOETRY C.

THE AUTHENTICITY OF MY - JHAYDE NOTHINGNESSOWN MADNESS

WHAT ARE MY TEACHERS? - NIKHIL SHETTY

BANK OF SHARP PRICKLES - ALSCHERS

A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE - HELA TEKALI

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES - MARY CHANDLER


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A slight glance of your hairy chestIs enough toMakeme want to rip your shirtExposing your chiseled body

Grabbing my hair dragging me closeIs enough toMake me want to dig my nailsIn your bare back

Your stony taut tantalizing torsoIs enough toMake me want to bite youUntil you are bruised red.

A belly tickle by your feather touchIs enough toGet me craving like a thirsty beastTo make wildest possible love.

And yet the way you carry me in your armsLike a delicate petalIs enough toMake me fall immenselyIn love with you.

Poem © Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015

LOVE

IS

NOT

ENOUGH

©Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

This world is unique and we humans are fully

responsible for its complex nature. The

complexity we notice in the nature and society

also exist in the relationships especially when we

talk about Sex and Courting.

WHY DESPERATE GIRLS ARE LABELLED

AS SLUTS AND SEX ADDICT GUYS AS

CASANOVA?

(MUST READ)

© Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

When two people meet and engage in sexualencounters, they accept each other physically butthis does not guarantee emotional acceptance asthe basic nature, temperament, compatibility,intentions and emotional bonding are highlyneglected when only and only physical looks are apriority. This is emerging as the biggest problemwith today’s generation.

Therefore, most of the relations are faux andmaterialistic as they are based on the foundationof money or favour or just sex. The reason behindhaving a girlfriend or boyfriend becomes a questto get a good “fuck buddy” and not to get true lovealthough we don’t label it that way because thesocietal image of the same is somewhat like thatof a sex worker; monetary favours for physicalpleasures fitting the image perfectly.

Most of us have multiple sex partners which arecategorized under the same label of “girlfriend” or“boyfriend” (non committed relationship). But thatimage of girlfriend/ boyfriend or even ofdesperation towards opposite sex affects a girlnegatively rather than a boy.

© Article & Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

No matter you believe it or not, a man whodates 100 girls is labelled as Casanova which issurely considered a quality or you can say anart of seduction but a woman dating 10 guys islabelled as a slut.

They say a man is a hunter. His so called“Hunting the cat” is kind of like an achievementlike in the game of Basket ball. The ball in thenet once is good, the ball in the net many timesis a good player, and the ball in ANY net makesyou a champion. And with a medical point ofview more the practice, stronger the musclegrows. So a Casanova is looked upon as achampion.

But this is quite opposite in case of women.Comparing with the basket ball net, with thenew one being fresh and taut balling is alwaysfun. Gradually it turns into old, loose, worn outnet and needless to mention it loses its charm,selfrespect, and the “Newness”. Medically,potential pregnancy issues especially withmultiple sex partners. Socially, issues of socialreputation,

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social image of many boyfriends is not really avery coveted one. Violated “My cat is only mycat” image lands a girl on a tag that almost nogirl likes.

Guys are more driven by sexual urges and it is awell known medical fact but due to that they aremostly looked upon as sex seeking pervertswhich is commonly labelled as “Wrongintentions”.

On the other hand, Girls look for a guy who ishandsome, romantic, rich, educated, everythinga complete package etc. Who earns in millionsand can pamper them to no limits and hencethey are commonly labelled as “Gold diggers”.

Most of the girls nowadays hire a boyfriend formonetary gains and materialistic things, themost common being day to day expenses ofmobile recharges, movies, shopping, towing toplaces with no intentions for a long termrelationship. Surprisingly it becomes a kind ofunsigned contract where the guy courts a girl forsex.

In the simplest of language, a lock that canbe opened by many keys is not worth it.

© Article & Design ByPULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

and girl courts the guy for monetary gains andlittle leisure.

From a guy’s point of view it is an expenditureto keep himself well fed (physically) and so inmost of the cases his attraction towards a girl isshort lived mainly being restricted till havingphysical pleasures. Owing to the same practicethey develop a belief that if a girl can sleep withhim for monetary favours then she can sleepwith anybody and hence does not deserve to behis wife.

Second thing which destroys the image andselfrespect of a girl is her materialisticdemands. No matter how easily a guy fulfils thematerialistic demands but if he is not aguardian, husband or committed boyfriend; inthe back of the mind it is counted as a monetaryfee for having sex. Just like sex workers chargemoney in hard cash for her services similarly, agirl labelled as “girlfriend” charges expensivethings for her service which obviously comesfrom money. The mind equates the equationand labels the girl nothing less than a sexworker.


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I w a n t t o r u n m y F i n g e r s o v e r y o u r b o d yt o e x p e r i e n c e t h e R i t e s o f p a s s a g e

t h e s i g h t s o f A s t r a l P l a n e st h e l i g h t s o f t h e a u r o r a b o r e a l i s

t h e r i g h t s o f P o s s e s s i o nt h e d a r k n i g h t s o f a n g e l s

t h e Ð a r k K n i g h t w h o i s a D j i n nt h e f i g h t o f e x o r c i s m

a n d t h e f l i g h t o f t e a r st h e w h i t e o f O r g a s m

a n d t h e m i g h t o f f e a r sI w a n t y o u r f i n g e r s o n m y b o d y

T h e P a s s a g e o f r i t e st h e A s t r a l P l a i n s o f s i g h t s

t h e A u r o r a B o r e a l i s , o n c l e a r n i g h t st h e P o s s e s s i o n o f r i g h t s

t h e W h i t e N i g h t s o f d e m o n sT h e D j i n n w h o w a s a f r i g h t

t h e E x o r c i s m o f f e a r st h e f l i g h t o f t e a r s

t h e m i g h t o f a n O r g a s mt h e B l a c k K n i g h t w h o i s a g o d

t o e x p e r i e n c e a l l t h i s i n r e v e r s ea r e y o u e x p e r i e n c e d ?

n o a c i d a n d t r i p c a n m a t c h t h i sl e a v e s y o u D e f e n c e l e s s .

I WANT TO RUN MY FINGERS

Poem © Dr Koshy AV, August 26, 2015


CLASSIC CASE OFMISTAKEN IDENTITY

Poem © Bruce Newman, 2015

Everywhere understanding is shrinkinglike a cheap shirt of shallow thinking

Must be for a tumor mistakenbecause it’s sure as hell not seriously taken

We seem to think it’s subject to votesOr learned pedestrian with Cliffs Notes

With all the healthy parts left outit cooks in one minute, no nutritional clout

Now that we treat it so like a tumorits former glory seems just a rumor

Though all appear to be thoroughly perplexedabout why our case is chronically stressed

There is no enemy to take the blamebut the one in the mirror dodging the shame

Choosing only the popular shrunken conceptionsThen awed at their own fading reflections


I am standing aloneA tree barren of leaves

Years ago...You tapped me

Latex flowed on my woundI give you my blood

You wear it as your jacketStepped on me as your carpet

I give you everythingNow...I am...

A tree barren of leavesEven birds leave me

I can't hear their singingCan't feel their claws...

Like a gentle massage on my barkJust sad song of brisk wind

Surrounding me...No one wants near me

I am dying ...Linger...

LINGER

Poem © Katharina Dike/Katrin Dayak7/8/2015


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Wondering how nations are marching withproud insignias of scientific research anddevelopment blended with technologicalcommands over natural floras & faunas .Howproud we are as we see water bodies areexploited to generate power, to expeditetransportation, to wipe out sorrow of flood andcalamity and to expand potentially of hydraulicenergy in multifaceted ways.

But constant waste influx of industries,mammoth disposal of obnoxious chemical waste,huge discharge of sea shore Hotels &Restaurants, in restricted way of killing aquaticcreatures for animal fat for cosmetic researchproducts are in progress.

Friends destructing boons of Gods for humansustainability through ecological restorationisn't a negative progress at the cost of prosperityof science, stupidly understood by us?

NEGATIVE PROGRESSArticle © Sarathilokenath

28.8.2015


We often talk proudly of informationtechnology and social networking.

We see world is bent on this technology butprogress in certain countries in this walk is totransform the kids, future manpower asset ofgross national product (GNP),from realchallenging world to virtual addicted world,spoiling their spontaneous combustion innature.

Their sense of science, literature, geography,history lesson are robbed by net surfing, andthus they are losing natural creative power,senses and are confused by the controversialtopics retained in net pages. Books are no moreshowcase of knowledge to the generationgrowing up.

My learned friends and guardians, don't youthink a little that it is a negative progress?

Article © Sarathilokenath28.8.2015

PAGE 2NEGATIVE PROGRESS


LOST SOULW h y d o e s h e r s o u l w e e p ?

N e v e r k n e w i t c o u l dS h e f e e l s i t s s a l t y w e t n e s s

L i k e n o o n e e v e r s h o u l dI t l e a v e s h e r t o r n a n d c r i p p l e dS a g g i n g l i f e l e s s i n t h e c o r n e r

E m p t y a s a b o t t o m l e s s p i tA b r o k e n s h i p w i t h n o h a r b o rH o p e f a d e s l i k e a s e t t i n g s u n

B l o c k e d i n b y t h i c k e n i n g c l o u d sB i l l o w i n g a c r o s s a m o o n l e s s s k y

A g r e y a n d s o m b e r s h r o u dA v i s i o n o f u n h o l y d e s p a i r

S o d i s t a n t f r o m r e a l i t yA g h o s t l y f i g u r e c a u g h t u n a w a r e

A d i m m e r f u t u r e c o u l d n o t b eS h o r t n e s s o f b r e a t h s i n k s i n

A n o t h e r w e i g h t o n h e r s h o u l d e r sB e a r i n g d o w n r e l e n t l e s s l y

A c a s c a d e o f s h a t t e r i n g b o u l d e r sD o w n , d o w n i n t o t h e a b y s s

D e e p e r s h e s l i n k s a w a yS e a r c h i n g f o r a n a n c h o r t o b r e a k h e r f a l l

A g u i d e t o s h o w h e r t h e w a yB u t t h e d e a t h s p i r a l c l a w s h e r d o w n

N o d e f e n s e s i n t h i s f i g h tH e r w e e p i n g s o u l n o w o p e n l y c r i e s

A n d s h e f a l l s f o r e v e r f r o m s i g h t

Karen Hines © Poem Sept. 2015


According to physics,we are made of stardust.Our bodies are made up

of atoms that came froma star that exploded.

We are two distant starsthat had been predicted

over centuries, connectedlike binary stars. Circlingwhat we want, feeling thegravity, the pull, the lure.

Our love story has been toldin Greek mythology and

passed on from generations,read as bed time stories to

children, emulated by loversall over the world.

A beautiful love story startingat forever, ending at never.

Poem © FloetryC 2015

CONNECTING AND BONDING(PART 2 – LITERALLY)


Our passion is rhythmic to asupernova as our bodies areunited together in midnight

bliss under the stars. A unionregistered in the galaxy, shining

bright like Orion in the winter sky.

Our thoughts and dreams areconnected, bound by our feelings

and emotions.Biologically united in orgasmic bliss,chemically causing chain reactions.

A hyper-reactive union creatinga scientific revolution, more tangible

than the theory of evolution.

Poem © FloetryC 2015

PAGE 2


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THE AUTHENTICITY OF MY OWNMADNESS

Poem © JhaydeNothingness'14

Madness.A malady.

It's cure known.Yet to the depths of the earth,

The soul fares -Wandering to the abyss

Of light and dark,Of figures and shadows,

Of hymns and voices.Like a guided principle

To those with weak heart.

Madness.It is of malice-

Of ill intent and diaspora.Clouds of doubt roam

The dismal mind of the unorthodox;Stirring the mind of the sane.

A half to a whole-A hole in the half.

A split to the vision of the multitude.Like my whims are your strength;

As your whims, the source of my power.


Poem © JhaydeNothingness'14

PAGE 2

If only the mind follows a straight path,Then this intensity of confusion

Attest not to the madness present within.If only the will stands firm to its principles,

Then misery will be nonexistent.If only a smile can lift the wayfaring soul of the dainty;

Then the smiles I own are yoursAs yours will be mine.

If only a hand reaches out to help the Down,Then I'd gladly offer both of mine to help you stand.

But 'if onlys' are for the dyingjust as regrets are for the living.

As sanity is to the sane:As insanity is to the insane.

Never can I say I'm overtly sane,For this treacherous madness is abhorred within-

Lurking in shadows of meadows,incessantly waitin'

Watching for the madness to unleash therein.


They preach us how to pass the exam but not ‘howto make a living out of it’.They make us read every single word of a subjectmatter but not ‘how to read between the lines’.They explain the steps to simplify a problem but notthe ‘why and wherefore of the problem’.They parrot from the textbook efficiently neverrealising that their ‘act is cutting our efficiency’.They tell us what is important for exam but not‘what is important for shaping future’.They lecture us their lungs out but never give asingle thought to know that ‘the spirit of lecturingtheir lungs out is accomplished or not’.They conduct comprehension skills assessment but‘it’s more a cramming skills assessment thancomprehension skills assessment’.

WHAT ARE MY TEACHERS?Article © Nikhil Shetty, 2015


They hustle to complete syllabus but ‘fail tomeasure the value addition done to us’.They confidently air their trivial knowledge but‘when booed repress us branding as hooligans’.They fortify themselves with bundles ofstereotypes and feel secured never knowing that‘it’s a fortress of bubble’.They have delusions of competence which gives nospace for introspection.They teach us to gain degrees but not ‘the purposeof gaining degrees’.They share their corrupt experience about ‘howthey topped exam by learning nothing’ and thelegacy is carried over to next bunch of sheep.The phrase “I think, therefore I’m” said by ReneDescartes has huge relevance to a teacher. Theteacher appears dead when he/she teachesmindlessly.I feel prior to appearing before the students toinculcate worldly knowledge, he/she should havethorough exposure to the world. There vision less,mediocre, passionless preaching lands theirlisteners nowhere but in the inferno of ignorance.

Article © Nikhil Shetty, 2015

PAGE 2 WHAT ARE MY TEACHERS?


PlumpRose hips

Flaming redSyrupy sweet

Yet guarding her seedsWith itchy filaments

Investments made in summerTo be stored through a winter long

Through deaths dark hour and the icy coldNew life in suspended animation

BANK OF SHARP PRICKLES

Original Thoughts and Artwork by©ALSchers 2015


Love comes to me..

Like a message in a bottle..

Beguiled by the beauty of the sea...

And the shivering boughs of the nearby tree.

My soul scurries around its impassionate plea.

My ineffable desire,

Waves aside its emotion not to cry over

To shed those tears of joy,

and bidding the sunset to be over.

Shaken but not broken,

My spirit is tuned with life in full bloom

The feather of my Muse,

I chase for my wisdom's gift to prosper and groom.

A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLEJenayah Hela

©Spiritual Poetry, 29/08/15


Signs I see everyday,

A plume sent from Heaven

above to guide my way

Beguile me not my Lord! to be gone astray

Let this feather blissfully showered with graceful

morning pray.

Love comes to me..

Like a message in a bottle...

Beguiled by the beauty of the sea...

And the shivering boughs of the nearby tree

My soul scurries around its impassionate plea.

What the message hides inside for me? My soul craves

to open the bottle and see.

Will the feather of my Muse sail passionately across the

oceans, to catch the perfect glee?

Jenayah Hela©Spiritual Poetry

29/08/15


Aint she cute

Pity she aint mute

Aint she a beaut

Raucous laugh - far too loud

Aint she smart

Forever cowed

Sisters’ harrying

Silently Crying

Tied to a tree, hopelessly sobbing

Bad dreams in the night

Lonliness enveloping

Jealousy aint hatred – but it aint right

Sunshine, in the blistering heat

Straddling her pony - in time to the beat

Escape, from the heat

She yearns to touch the sky

But here she can meet

her fate, she can fly.

Poem © Mary Chandler, 2015

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