Archive for November, 2010

“When I am born” — Aneek Gupta

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on November 29, 2010 by Dr Aneek Gupta

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow

When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray

And you calling me colored?

This Poem Was Nominated by The UN As One oF The Best Poems – Written by an African Kid

“Religion is not merely the opium of the masses, it’s the cyanide.” — Aneek Gupta

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on November 11, 2010 by Dr Aneek Gupta

“Religion is not merely the opium of the masses, it’s the cyanide.”

Admission Open {Perpetual} By Aneek Gupta

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on November 10, 2010 by Dr Aneek Gupta

Admission Open {Perpetual}
PG Diploma in Honesty
Diploma in Honesty
Certificate course In Honesty
Weekend Course Also Available.

Forthcoming Courses

PG Diploma in Humannesses
Diploma in Humannesses
Certificate course In Humannesses……..
………………..

Being Without A JOB By Aneek Gupta

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on November 9, 2010 by Dr Aneek Gupta


Being Without A JOB is a ghastly seed; which flowers into a graveyard of sullen nothingness; for centuries immemorial,

Being Without A JOB is a pathetic maelstrom of obnoxious malice; which cripples very trace of vibrant existence; till realms beyond absurd recognition,

Being Without A JOB is the most agonizing of trauma in an organism’s visage; a perfidious quarantine that remains with your silhouette once it takes even the most infidel of roots,

Being Without A JOB is the onset of disdainful morbidity; with even the most euphorically gyrating nerves of your body; now ignominiously vomiting the last ingredient of your sagacious blood,

Being Without A JOB is a malicious stamp of the horrendously penalizing devil; insanely annihilating all melodiously bountiful desire from its very poignant roots,

Being Without A JOB is a treacherously abominable parasite; malevolently extricating even the last iota of celestially fructifying nutrition; from your wonderfully robust body,

Being Without A JOB is the ultimate curse on all fraternity of living kind; insidiously asphyxiating the fangs of your existence; even before you could wink your eyes,

Being Without A JOB is an avalanche of decaying neglect which unceremoniously augments with each instant of unveiling time; rendering even the most gloriously synergistic of your rudiments to baseless shit,

Being Without A JOB is the most acrimoniously devastating nail in your coffin; unsparingly lambasting you with swords of horrific disdain; even after your veritable death,

Being Without A JOB is an indescribable holocaust for the boundless planet; lecherously snaring its satanically ostracizing shadows towards nothing else; but a solitary dungeon of gory bloodshed and doom,

Being Without A JOB is the most perniciously sinister abuse that you could have ever conceived; mercilessly excoriating an entity’s integrity into a million infinitesimal pieces of meaninglessness,

Being Without A JOB is an intransigently emotionless night that never ends; a gruesomely pulverizing blackness that has not even the tiniest insinuation of an optimistic tomorrow,

Being Without A JOB is a diabolical wave of perilous remorsefulness; metamorphosing even the most capricious iota of ebullience enshrouding your soul into a corpse of overwhelming dilapidation and ominous decay,

Being Without A JOB is an unsurpassable satanic entrenchment of preposterously sinking boredom; endlessly scarring your sacrosanct visage with the signature of utterly devastating hopelessness,

Being Without A JOB is the most torturously inexplicable disease; a severely pugnacious ailment which leads to nothing else but a tunnel of dismally dolorous blackness,

Being Without A JOB is a wasteland of acridly thwarting debilitation; propelling you to vindictively stumble into a battlefield of gory blood and bone; on every step that you transgressed,

Being Without A JOB is a revengeful gutter of squelching stench; barbarically assassinating even the most evanescent trace of optimism encapsulating your spell binding countenance,

Being Without A JOB is a venomously belligerent thorn that incessantly pierces the crux of your exuberant existence; triggering every element of your persona to unstoppably bleed till times beyond infinite infinity,

Being Without A JOB is a cold-bloodedly shattered glass; which transformed even the most majestically resplendent of your contours; into the corpses of ghastly penalizing hell,

Being Without A JOB is the most tyrannically truculent form of sparkling life; ruthlessly sapping even the most fleeting iota of enthusiasm from your unassailable body,

Being Without A JOB is an endless tornado of ferociously repelling bullets; hastily infiltrating every pore of your conscience with a blanket of derogatorily corrupt lies,

Being Without A JOB is an unrelenting swirl of self inflicted destruction; transiting every speck of your inherently benign goodness; into a insanely uncouth murderer,

Being Without A JOB is a desert of savagely threadbare hostility; leaving a trail of blood stained avarice and discriminating prejudice on every quarter of this fathomless earth,

Being Without A JOB is the greatest sin that you could ever be born for; a web of nonchalant drudgery that miserably crucified everything that you ardently desired,

Being Without A JOB is the most quintessential spark that evokes indiscriminate violence; agonizingly transforming God’s unconquerable fabric of humanity; into an irascible marketplace of trading death,

Being Without A JOB is the despicably lugubrious ceasing of your heart; the dastardly dying of every harmoniously enchanting rhyme in the blissfully enthralling atmosphere,

Being Without A JOB is the most criminally castigating snapping of your beautifully endowing breath; rendering you with nothing but an appalling expletive for this miraculously mesmerizing planet,

Regards

Aneek Gupta

I Am learning To Believe in “God of Being” — Aneek Gupta

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on November 5, 2010 by Dr Aneek Gupta

I Am learning To Believe in “God of Being” not Crafted/Created/Considered GOD of Human being.– Aneek Gupta

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