Deja Vu : My phone is checked again...

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25^th September 2011

“Whom were you talking to..??”

"When",  i asked in a perplexed tone.

"Just right now...", she asked me angrily.

"Why", i replied rhetorically.

"Don’t act smart… just tell me right now, whom were you talking to..??", 

My bebby insisted on knowing the answer now...

" Yeah, why don't you just tell her and finish it off".

Her BFF added coyly to my misery.

But this was just the beginning...

"Why don't you just show her your phone ??  

Let her find out on her own. Are you scared of anything ??  

Do you have anything to hide ??  Are you hiding anything from her ??

Just tell her the truth and let's just enjoy the night...".

My Bebby's BFF further added and ended the glory...

Without warning, without intention, 

Without a purpose and without grabbing attention..

It was a complete Deja Vu : Someone wanted to check my phone again...

I sat back, with my phone in my hand & reminiscing at my apathy, I just grinned.

"Don’t laugh… whom were you talking to…" my bebby asked me again.

"It's a simple question, isn't it. Just answer my fuckin question, will you" 

JUST ANSWER MY FUCKIN QUESTION..??

 I knew the answer, They didn't.

 I could have told them but i didn't.

 I had learnt my lesson, it was about time they learnt their's...

There was no particular reason for not replying to my bebby's fuckin question.

But it's just that I did not want this one, to become a habit...

I didn't want to repeat my mistake... 

A mistake which took me almost 7 years to forget...

I wasn't ready to renew my wounds, not yet...

The Logic

I believe, we are just plain simple human beings and we all make mistakes.

But we have to learn from our mistakes

And not repeat the same mistakes again.

Being simple humans, we should be allowed to make mistakes

But since we have brains we should atleast remember

our previous mistakes and not repeat them again and again.

There is always a first time

Seven years ago..

In conversation with my cancer patient...

"whom were you talking to..."

"Arrey love, Nothing important, I was just talking to my boss at office".

"is she a woman...", the cancer patient asked me rhetorically.

I didn’t reply, but I sensed where this was going...

"She’s a girl isn’t she ??

A nice hot chick, just the way you like it, don't you ?? 

She likes to call her juniors in the night and discuss work with them, doesn't she ??

That bitch... i have seen that fuckin whore... you like to sleep with her don't you ??

Answer me, don't just stand there like a fuckin loser, answer my fuckin question ?? 

JUST ANSWER MY FUCKIN QUESTION..??

 I knew the answer, she knew the answer.

 But I had never imagined what would happen next...

She took my phone and threw it on the floor...

The phone broke, it was a cheap reliance phone.

The monetary loss didn’t matter to me...

Not because it was cheap or not because I was rich

But because what mattered to me was 

the Erratic behavior of the woman whom I had loved.

Was I going to live my entire life life with a person

Who didn't trust me and more importantly who didn't respect other people,

Who had no sense of sensibility and who could bomb me 

Anywhere, Anytime and blast at the drop of a hat.

It’s like living with a grenade with the pin removed…

One wrong move &  KABOOM..!!

Last night, At my Bebby's BFF's house, the same thing happened…

People checked my phone..

They found nothing..

How could they...

I was just talking to my doctor..

What’s wrong with that...

Check my phone if you want to..

You will find nothing..

There is nothing… absolutely nothing..

Which you all, will ever find in your entire respective lives...

To point a finger at the fallenhero. Period.

I am the fallenhero

I am senseless and shameless, 

I go to people’s houses, Drink in their glasses, watch their tv, 

Sit on their Daddy’s chair, and enjoy the entire show...

They say, life is a stage and you gotta put on your best act 

because everyone is constantly watching and judging this reality show called "LIFE".

I believe that all acts (good or bad) are just results of the fact that..

Everyone just wants to put on a damn good show..

I was never good at acting

So I just behave natural & people believe that I am a natural actor..

I am not a natural actor…

I am just another natural human being who gets really hurt at certain things.

For Satan's sake i am just a fuckin fallenhero.

  

Here, check my phone again..

Let's do a Treja Vu here.

It's not that i was scared, i just don't care.

Because thefallenhero was not lying…

Thefallenhero

Trying to rise again...

Trying to increase the 99% by a little again... 

Bebby ka Dabba...

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Times change.
It wait's for no one.
People come and go
But the Bebby remains...

The following excerpt is a true story fabricated by the fallenhero.

"Listen..."
"Yeah"
"What time will you be free"
"I don't know, late, maybe very late" i replied.
"I have made dabba for you..."
roti, sabzi, dal, chawal and your salad.
"Great, i will pick it up by 10". i replied.
"And I won't be able to wait, because my boss will be with me"
"No problem, you take the dabba, at least you will eat home food", Bebby replied.

Food never interested me, love did.
I showed interest. Not because i was interested...
But because i sensed love.

How do you react when someone does so much for you.
Unconditionally...

It is just fuckin amazing, when someone thinks so much about you.
Cares so much for you, does so much for you and expects nothing in return.

How do you repay that person.
How do you give it back....??
I am the fuckin fallenhero. I have to give it back... and that too with interest.

Maybe that's what a being a wife is all about.
Maybe that's the beauty of being a woman.

I could probably have never been able to do it.
I could have faked it though.
But never meant it.

You have been, are and will be always an inspiration.
A woman, whom i Respect. Period.

Cheers to Health, Wealth, Sex & Prosperity.
Cheers to Bebby ka Dabba...


For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful Bebby

"Bebby ka Dabba..." to be contd...


"Bebby tell them i was sorry..." coming soon...



Warm Regards,
Thefallenhero
99% is rising...

Life is the biggest teacher...

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To support or not to support...

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To die in a bomb blast...

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There was a loud bang...

I opened my eyes , saw the time, it was 8 am.

My wife had already got up, she was in the kitchen and 

she had dropped the vessel down. 

Shit, 8am, already late for work...

I got up, got dressed, got ready, got out, got in the auto, 

got the train, got to work, late again.

Got work, got hungry, got food, got some more work. got a little hungry again, 

got tea and got some biscuits. Got bored, got out of work, got down, 

got to the station, got a train and ...Boom..!!

There was a loud bang, 

i opened my eyes, i was asleep again.

Maybe it was a dream, saw that it was 8 am.

My wife had dropped a big vessel in the kitchen. Shit, and it is a holiday.

So as usual, I went back to sleep again.

There was a loud bang, 

i opened my eyes

I got up, felt really hungry, ate a lot, didn't do much stuff. Just lazed around.

Had a late lunch around 4ourish and went back to sleep...

There was a loud bang around 7. 

I got up and watched in horror...  on national television.

Serial blasts struck Mumbai this evening, less than three years after the 26/11 terrorist attacks of 2008. The three blasts, in sequence, were timed at 6.30 pm, 6.45 pm, and 7 pm IST, and targeted in that order Zaveri Bazaar, Opera House and the Kabutarkhana area of Dadar West. Zaveri Bazaar, centre of the jewelry industry, is adjacent the iconic Mumbadevi temple from which the city derives its name; both Zaveri Bazaar and Kabutarkhana were also targeted in the 1993 serial blasts.

A team of NIA officials, forensics experts and anti-terrorist operatives are en route to Bombay on a BSF special plane; an NSG unit is on standby on the ground. Home Minister P Chidambaram has chaired a meeting of senior Cabinet ministers and officials while Maharashtra Chief Minister Prithviraj Chauhan is coordinating relief and rescue operations on the ground.

The city, which has witnessed multiple acts of terrorism over the years, has been reacting with abnormal calm; citizens have been providing help and shelter to those in need with offers of help flooding social media sites such as Facebook and Twitter.

Is Mumbai sleeping or is it getting used to sleep all the time.

Are we got gonna get angry, agitate, investigate, 

interrogate, speculate and then what...

What are we gonna do next...?

Does anyone have a plan.

The problem is that everyone has a plan but nobody is going to execute it except

the terrorists who execute all of their plans with skill and precision.

How come they never fail, how come we always lose. I am fed up of this.

Don't even think of asking me questions like, 

"what have you done to ensure that this does not happen" , 

"How have you contributed to making the city safe" , 

" What have you done"

"Atleast I pay my taxes on time", i replied and went back to sleep...

Warm Regards,

Thefallenhero.

"I, personally, deeply regret the great loss of life and property incurred due to the blasts and every other such inhuman incidents all around the world and firmly believe that all those involved in these ghastly incidents should be booked by the law and let the justice prevail".

Deception : conning the cancer patient...

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Academically, i was always awful. In simple words i was a slow learner.
In The fallenhero's words "i sucked at studying"
Education never interested me...
Not that i was born intelligent and education ruined me, that is too clichéd...
'I was born dumb, due to education it became a known fact"

I had heard and i'm sure that you all must have heard that,
"Study hard, go to university,
become a big man and then all your dreams will come true"
Bull-shit.
I never studied hard, i never went to university,
never became a big man and my dreams never came true.
huh...!!

Okay anyways, coming back to where i started from...
After flunking my FyBsc, apart from continuing with my studies,
I started studying seriously...

Studying the Art of Con.
It's not about the name, fame or the money which
a series of successful cons will lead you to.
It's not about the exciting and the glamorous life which con artists lead...
But it was the mind behind the con which interested me, i wanted to be that mind.
Wanted to be the Arms dealer who never held a gun.
Wanted to be that drug-lord who never smoked a ciggarette
Wanted to be a white-collared Con-man.

I have been an active con-man all these years. Probably last 9 years...
And today i will share with you one of my most daring cons...
Who won, who lost, who got what, and what was i left with...

Deception : Conning the cancer patient...
"I lost, i always lose, i didn't get anything, nothing or a new life. criticize.

It didn't want to kill her. Atleast not con her.
Killing her would have been easier, but conning was my art.
coming soon...

She used to often ask me, "if she would live".
I used to tell her that we would live forever....


Thefallenhero
60 seconds to think, 6 months to post
9 years of con, Hopefully now she's atleast a happy ghost.
I still remember her pale eyes filled with tears, like a baby stuck in flood.
I didn't budge an inch, even when she died. coz 99% was already in my blood.

Fallenisms : June 2011

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Fallenisms is a completely non original piece of dark side of the human satire or otherwise. Copied, ripped, pirated, flicked, translated, hacked, derived, assumed and imitated short takes on life through the eyes of the fallen hero…
Fallenisms now in it's 10th month, and with the end of the second month of a new financial year . A year full of planning and a year full of energy and enthusiam. A year starting with a plan of evading tax. A year of bringing in the new rules...


Consciousness is that annoying thing in-between naps...


Diplomacy is saying good doggy while looking for a bigger stone...


In life, if you ever get stuck...
Press F1 to continue.


Give me a fish and i will eat for one day, 
teach me how to fish and 
i will sit on a boat the whole day and drink beer.


Foster beer is the only beer that sucks...



The sooner i fall, the more time i have to catch up.



There's way too much blood in my          nicotine  system

can i have just 

one meaningful overnight relationship...

Does a whore cry rape
when the pay-check bounces...


MY BLOG CONTAINS NO PORNORAPHY as of now, 
please try to hide your disappointment.


There's something wrong here,
                     this is not the life i ordered..


Nevermind who moved my cheese...
Fuck the cheese, where's my beer.


I handle situations like a dog,
if i can't eat or screw it, i piss on it and walk away.


Warm Regards,
thefallenhero
100% guaranteed, 5% delay,
Brain power: 99carat export quality fresh mud
with 99% still in my blood. 

The chameleon within...

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The Evolution
There is a theory, according to which, we evolutionalised from apes.
Meaning, that first there were monkeys and then after some fucking time we came...
What a way to arrive, and what a past to arrive from.
This theory is called the "Darwin's theory of human evolution"
But do you agree this theory... just because they told you so...
Just because they taught you all that in primary education.

The belief
What do you believe in...??
Something which they taught you in school so that...
One day you would become a big successful person,
whom everybody would just love and respect. How long back was this then..??
And have you become this big successful person whom everybody just loves now...

A simple thing. 
Close your eyes, clear your mind and remember your school days...


How many lies did they tell you back then...
Negative and negative will give you a positive. Lie.
Negative and negative gives you an even bigger negative.

Be a good boy and Santa will leave you a gift near the christmas tree. Lie.
the better you behave the bigger gift you get.

God will punish you if you don't listen. Lie.
God punishes me any which ways.

Quantum Physics, Paranormal activities, Our history, Our religion,
About faith, hope, trust and even fuckin dope.
They lied about a good bunch of things...
Darwin's theory of human evolution was one of them.
Our primitive years were filled with lies, suited to the convenience of elders.
They fuckin lied their ass out, because it's a part of being who we are.
There was no invention of certain things. Brain, heart, penises and pussies.
They were always there. There was no invention of lying.
The pursuit of telling the biggest lie was always there.

I am gonna stop this lying around now. Shed some light and weight now.
Let's start from the beginning, let's take it from the top.
Let's start with evolution, with monkeys,
Let's start with Darwin.

The theory of chamevolution
thefallenhero's theory of evolution.
Personally, i prefer to call it "Chamevolution". sounds more like shamevolution.
We did not evolve from moneys.
We evolved from chameleons...

A chameleon is a type of a lizard which has the ability to change colors. It has been given the ability to survive in the weakest of conditions. right from rain-forests to deserts. They are highly intolerant and have very poor listening. The have a very strong sixth sense and love attention from the opposite sex. They have big egos and shall fight till death for territory and supremacy. But most importantly they have a unique ability to change colours as per the surrounding environment and in self defense can strike back almost thrice it's length and wound their victim in an instant.

How many times since school, have you seen people changing colours...??
No, i am not talking about the colour of their skin.
But how many times in the past have people shown you their true colours.

Nowadays, people show their true colours instantaneously.
As if the paint bucket is ready and waiting to be spilled out. As if it's holi 24x7.
In a flash, in a battling of an eye lid, in a second,
Just a second here....

The Mega Make-up Party : all are invited...
What the fuck do you think is this.
Is life some mega halloween party, where everybody is wearing a mask.
Whatever happened to identity. Is our identity just limited to an email id.
Why the fuck are we afraid to show our true colour from the beginning
There's nothing wrong in it, it is just the fuckin way we are.
That is just the fuckin way i am gonna be...

Are we going back, is this so called evolution, actually re-evolution,
Are we becoming chameleons again and blaming it on peer pressure,
recession, ever increasing demands,a couple of more drinks,
complication of needs and wants, fuckin mood-swings.

Have we forgotten who we actually are. What's with all this make-up.
Make-up for office, make-up for home, make-up for friends, different make-up for parties, no make-up before going to sleep, full make up after getting ready.
You have a reason we have a make up ready.
Fake: This all fuckin fake. I just fuckin hate it. This make-up is ugly...
and it only get's uglier from here on...

My Make-up...
I chose this way...
I chose to be the way i am and i am to be held completely responsible for it.
No make-up is still make-up. This is my make up, in your face and up your ass.

No: i think this is all bullshit. This is all non-sense i am writing...
This whole fallenhero thingy, is just a farce, it's someone's bad idea after drinks...
Bad things usually cling on, bad ideas usually work, Darwin's idea did...
Darwin was right, we did come from monkeys. We still like bananas & cheap thrills don't we.
This is my makeup.

The chameleon speaks...
I have just one question. One simple fuckin question.
Have you come across people who actually change colours.
Change colours so fast, that you fail to recognise them later.
How easy is it to forget something, how easy is it to delete something,
Monkeys jump at things and climb trees, a chameleon waits... 
Monkeys have a quick memory but the chameleon never forgets.
Wait, i think i am changing my colour now.
I need a make-over. Where the fuck is my make-up.
When will you show me your true colours...

thefallenhero

100% natural, 0% makeup

1% logical insanity with 99% still in my blood.

The short skirt story...

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Yuh toh mere nazaron se kuch chooktah na tha,
Yuh toh mere nazaroon se kuch chooktah na tha.

Phir kaise yeh maal maarke, maal ke nashe main, maal hi haath se nikal gaya...

Aisa nasha that ki short skirt bhi na dikhaa,

Aisa nasha tha ki short skirt bhi naa dikhaa...

Aap aaye, batlaye, ek jhalak dikha kar, gaadi ka darwaza patak ke, chal diye...
ek ek kar ke saare dosth khatam ho gaye, bas ab kuch hi baaki the...,
Mujhe laga ki yeh kissey bhi khatam ho gaye,
ek baat bolunga cheetey, "baal baal bachch gaye..."

Nau may ka woh din tha,
Sooraj, chaand aur taare
what the fuck, ek lag rahe the saare
aisa na tha ki "zhindaaghi khatamh ho ghayee.."
par aisa laga ki kuch alag tha... kuch kum tha...

Saala maal marke, maal ke nashe main, maal hi haath se nikal gaya..

aisa nasha tha ki short skirt bhi naa dikhaa...

Aaj baat kar ke thoda achcha laga...
Aapka andaaz thoda.... sachcha laga.

Did i sound a bit senti up there,
shall cut the short skirt shorter here,
will not get caught again, just got caught dead.
you know i have a lot of international followers
who will not understand jack shit of what i just said.

But then this is not for everyone

dedicated to a very different person, maybe a special someone

remember that thing about 100% attention,

when we fight, when we argue, squabble and in an ego tussle,

kitchies and huggies shall have total immunisation...

Been over 5 years now, but i think i know you only since last 3 days...
a good friend can help in many ways,
for most of us here, life has been hell
you made me realise that i need to break this shell..

The shell may or may not go, but i wish you will stay,

we may or may never come closer or be near..

ok then, we finished the third pitcher...

can you order some more beer...!!!

Warm Regards,

Thefallenhero

100% for life, 10% after death, 

0% in commitment, 99% till my last breath.

My mirror tells me...

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That i have solved it.
I have solved the answer to the biggest question ever.
Personally, i don't have any answers, i don't even know the question.
But my mirror believes in me...
and here's what the answer is...

Life is simple.
Life is so fuckin simple,
But then...
Who has complicated my life...
Who has given me tension, stress, pain, misery...
All the head-aches and the heart-aches...
Why do i have to relieve myself with all these fuckin aspirins and purgatives.
I asked an old friend of mine,
He tells the truth, only truth, and nothing but the fuckin truth.
His attributes involve precision, accuracy, legitimacy, genuineness, certainity and reality.
Fat people hate him.
I call him "The Mirror"
Aaina, sheesha, or an object with at least one reflective surface.
There's more to a mirror than meets the eye. Period.

Reflection reflects reality
When i look in my mirror,
i realise...
I am the fuckin reason why my life is in a fuckin mess. Period.
Let's take the example of Mr. Mukesh Ambani  (CMD Reliance Industries)
The son of Dhirubhai Ambani's, living in the worlds most expensive residence
he has achieved the... (all that has to be desired)
He stays at Antilia.
Antilia is the name of a twenty-seven floor personal home in South Mumbai belonging to Mukesh Ambani, the billionaire Chairman of Reliance Industries. There are 600 full-time staff to maintain the residence, which is considered the most expensive home in the world...
achieved the...!!!

Factually speaking...
Now this is a fact...
I can endorse it, if you trust me that is...
There is a poor man staying at the signal outside Antilia in South Mumbai.
He stays there is a shabby hut (called as jhopda here in mumbai). with his family.
His family comprises of his wife and three kids, elder son, then daughter and then a younger son. Poor man wants to sleep, eat, etc... Has the same needs as most of us. Same needs like you and me. Some pondering needed here...
Does he worry that his children might be kidnapped
not for money but for business rivalry...??
Does he worry about his elder childs 's diabetes..??
Does he worry about mafia calls and scanadalous balls...??
If he has food in his stomach, does he sleep peacefully...??
Think...
what are his needs and what are his wants. Just think for a second here.

An equal opportunity
All of us...
All of us have been given an equal opportunity..
Health, Wealth, Social, Educational, Spiritual and i don't remember the sixth one..
Must be sex or something... Anyways..
All of us have been given these six pillars in equal proportion.
e.g. Someone may have more of wealth and less of health, someone may have more of Spiritual and educational but less of wealth and the permutation and combination continues.
What we need to realise here is how much do we need to be happy.

One question.
Can we differentiate between a "Need" and a "Want"..??
We reach happiness when the wants increase and the needs decrease...
This is really deep.... Just think.
"A need is something which we need for mere existence and a want is something which we desire... The wants should increase because that keeps us driving. However, we should never forget that our need is actually the fuel in driving this car called Life".
Get it now...

Needs and Wants
A 3 month old baby, drinking milk...
plastic bottle, glass bottle, silver bottle, gold bottle, diamond bottle... mother's tits.
Does the baby bother...
Does the baby think what containers other babies around are drinking from.
Does the baby bother what Mukesh Ambani's baby drank milk from...
Does the baby bother about peer pressure, social stigma, expectations from others.
The baby eats when it wants, sleeps when it wants. Sleeps peacefully... just like a baby.
The problem arises when we try to sleep like someone else....
When our wants become our needs...

Just a thought...
I have a Myti-smart Mirror
My mirror told me all this...
Why don't you look into your mirror and tell me...
What does your mirror tell you.



Thefallenhero
99% is in my blood.