My next article will be about Indian gangsters and MIC. I’m sliding this article in between because I’m having little time to write nowadays.
I’ve written hundreds of articles in this blog; some very risky articles that can put me in trouble and some very interesting articles that can ease up your stressed day. There is no doubt about the amount of talented bloggers out there, which might be your daily addiction. Although I do not promote work of others, such as writings and so on, I try to support and encourage as many people as possible; whenever some of you come and talk to me.
I believe it is my duty to support and encourage the young ones like you, who will shape up the future Macha community. We should never be known as the ones wielding machetes, or committing suicide in the name of love. We should never be humiliated by high class Meenachis who strive to downgrade our presence. We should never be known as young sluts being fucked and getting pregnant at 17.
Instead, we should strive to be a role model for others. We should always make effort to make others happy. Today, I’m going to introduce some of the most amazing Indians who put themselves in the line of fire to entertain others.
1. Kamachi a.k.a Cum Achi
The funniest shit about Facebook nowadays is how people never cease to name themselves with weird and funny names. All this girls who might initially been named Santhanalakshmi or Rakkayee by their parents, will suddenly translate their name into one of the most bizarre thing you can imagine. Real life example follows:
2. The Great Poet
As you may already know, I’ve written for at least 3 years now in Ragedindian . This is the statistical record:
302 articles – > 5932 comments
But this entire thing looks like a dust, in front of one ultimate poem, composed by one 17 year old Anggamah from Ampang. One ultimate poem and she gained massive diehard fans. I’m going to derive and explain the meaning of this beautifully constructed poem about none other than; love. Presenting to you:
Now the meaning of it…line by line..
When she closes her eyes,
The guy comes into her mind,
When she open her eyes,
She want him in between her legs,
When she walks,
She wants his hands inside her pants,
When she falls in love,
She wants the guy I don’t know what the fuck she means..,
I could not go on translating this poem for you because I’m choked with emotions.I could even digest the poem, but when I read one of the comment for the poem…
Sethereda Durai….Sethere…(You better Die Durai, Die…)