Chup Be Bhen****
# This post is copied inspired by Asmita’s post. You can view the original post from here.
Hmm…..everyone knows that no survey is needed to prove that Bhenchod, M***** words, etc. are the most popular words of India. So finally getting influenced and deeply moved by the popularity and power of this word, I decide to write this post.
So lets start. Originally, the term BC, MC etc. were evolved in Pakistan. (At least Pakistanis have got one great credential for them!) And its a well known fact that these are widely used in almost every part of India. May be these are some of those things which bypass the differences of language, religion, caste, creed etc. and unite the people of India as one nation. Moreover, they can be used for India-Pakistan unity. (Ohh….poor logics I guess!)
I too got exposed to some of these in my adolescence. Initially, you hate them, but when you start using them, there’s no looking back. This is the beauty of this lingo. ‘B’, an evergreen word, is applicable to each & every situation, whether you are happy or sad, excited or frustrated, enjoying or getting bored.
“Arrey Bhen***, ye sala lecture kab khatam hoga??”
“Arrey Bhen***, tum log yaha baithe ho..!!”
“Bhen***, vo green top vaali kya lag rahi hai yaar.”
“Ye lo, saali Bhen*** light fir chali gayi”
“Bhen***, aakhir mai paas ho gaya”
“Bhen***, agli baar paas hoke dikhaunga”
“Chup kar Bhenchod“
People say that using such lingo is not a ‘civilised’ thing. I’ve got somewhat different opinion. I believe one gets civilised by using it. Each so-called ‘civilised’ person must once have had an era of using these gaalis in his life. This is the biggest irony. First we screw ourselves by doing ‘bad’ things, and when we get matured, we tell our sons & daughters not to do those things still knowing that they won’t listen. I don’t know who started this trend!
OK, so lets return. For some people, these ‘gaalis’ mean a lot. Such people can’t live without these words (as they claim). And in IIT here, there are lots of them. (Include me also) 
They are suffered from a special syndrome defined as ‘Gaali Syndrome’. Whenever they open their mouth, you’ll hear a gaali, and you’ll hear the same before they close it. Their each sentence begins and ends with a BC, MC.
Using ‘Gaalis’ is basically an addiction with almost no harms. (Unless you accidentally use it in your home). And moreover, they are communicable also. When you start hearing them, gradually your brain recepts the signals and starts reacting. And in a few days, you also start experiencing the eternal bliss of giving gaalis to someone.
I used to believe that this lingo is typically used by boys only till one day, I heard one of my female-friend saying B****** to our maths teacher. It was a sheer enjoyable feeling hearing it from a girl. I don’t know girls use this upto what extent. (Although my research is still going on.)
Still seriously speaking, BC, MC gaalis are more of a ’sound’ rather than a proper word conveying some meaning. Here’s an extract from Asmita’s Post which elaborates it. (See I am very good at copying!)
“It does not mean ‘sister f**ker’. That is too literal, too crude. It is, rather, punctuation, or emphasis, as innocuous a word as ‘shit’ or ‘damn’. The different countries of India can be identified by the way each pronounces this word – from the Punjabi bhaenchod to the thin Bambaiyya pinched to the Gujarati bhenchow to the Bhopali elaboration bhen-ka-lowda. Parsis use it all the time, grandmothers, five-year-olds, casually and without discernable purpose except as filler.”
So now people, we’ve got some good excuses to use it. Next time when someone taunts you or call you uncivilised or flinch at you while you use these words, don’t give a damn to them. Samje Bhenchod!!!!
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PS — If you feel the post is offensive, I am sorry yaar.
PS — Right now I am attending my CSL101 practical class. (And also hoping that I am not caught doing blogging by lab assistant here!)
PS — Saw Duo Dance event yesterday. ARAvali was good, but Kumaon truly rocks man!!
PS — ADC is going fine.
PS — Had a night-out also yesterday.
PS — So I am feeling sleepy now.
PS — So before I sleep, its time to say :
PS — “ARA ka Enthu High Hai”, “Sab Ka Ek Hi Naara Hai, Sab se Aage ARA hai”.
‘D’ for ‘Despo’
# Realised the seriousness of this word when I accidently called one of my senior, a ‘Despo’. Don’t want to write what happened next. (Better lets not get into those details! )
Hmm….so lets start. When a guy enters IIT Delhi, generally he has two options. Firstly, to continue with the same spirit of studying like a ‘Maggu’ like he did for the last 2-3 years or second, to live up. And as you’ve guessed, I chose the latter one. And when I saw ‘people’ here, it seemed the decision was correct. Delhi is a heaven for anyone who is sincerely not sincere in studies. Against my expectations, my college also constitutes some part of this heaven. Majority of girls of my batch and even my senior ma’ams are too alluring. (Oops….I just forgot my seniors read my blog too…! Sorry Sir!
Initially, the ‘boy’ inside me urged a lot to talk and improve relations with the pretty girls present out here. But the ‘fattu’ inside me didn’t help. And thats the thing that gradually converted me from a ‘Frustoo’ to a ‘Despo’.
So lets us first define a ‘Despo’. A Despo is a person who feels pity for himself because he believes he has high affinity for opposite sex, but is still deprived of it. Basically, a despo is a person who is not aware that he’s good for nothing when it comes to a girl. Despos are quite different people and I’ve tried to reflect it in following points:
# Despos have an extraordinary ability to be get depressed by looking at a beautiful girl.
# Sometimes they feel that finding a girlfriend is far difficult than finding an extra-terrestrial life.
# They are one of those rare species in world who can laugh at themselves for their poor fate.
# A Despo talks to a pretty girl only in his mind.
# A Despo takes a pledge everyday that today he’ll do something……and ends up being more desperate after failing to do so.
# There are some Despos who feel proud at themselves.
# There are some who don’t.
# But it doesn’t matters. A ‘Despo’ will always be a ‘Despo’.
So by now, you must’ve got a hint that I too resemble the above category quite well. Everyday here in Insti or outside, I watch couples ~ pretty girls & ‘chu___’ boys, together and curse my bad luck. I think getting depressed has become my hobby now. But a good news is that I am not alone in this ‘Despo League’. Especially in IIT, one can find a complete army of Despos. I hate being one, so one day, I, along with my other two despo friends ~ Manu & Bambo, decided to change our fortune.
ADC ~ Anti Despo Committee
We formed a union named ADC for the sole mission of killing the ‘fattu’ residing inside us and recovering ourselves from this tragic despo situation. It was decided that everyday, each of us would talk to any girl for any reason at least once. And if in case, someone couldn’t, he’ll have to call it a ‘Chu_____Day’.
So since then, each day we approach some girl(s), sometimes walking at roads, sitting in groups, in classrooms, Nescki, WindT, market etc. and talk to them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. For instance, when we asked a girl the address of Munirka Market when we were already standing there, she just mumbled some blah! Blah! words to us and left.
I am trying our best to recuperate from this awful stance. Lets wish me some luck.
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PS — Really wanted to write more, but have time constraint. 
PS — I hate food here.
PS — Plans to visit NIFT Delhi soon. Just checked its way on Google Earth.
PS — I wish no girl from my batch reads this post.
PS — Celebrated a senior’s birthday yesterday. Ara Rocks!
PS — Still love Avril.
PS — In case you didn’t notice, I hate food here.
PS — ADC Rocks!
PS — Adios. 
