Ass

Ass

Claimer: www.ass.net.in is a school of thought, a perspective, a concept, a metaphor, an angle to analyse the classical definition of an Ass vis-a-vis We, the Middle Class and… I M N S. Hang on! It does not Apparently means that I aM aN asS. It Means Nothing Special. Do you remember the old story that starts with ’A for Ass’? Well, I am the one and here`s the story. Ass…is Apparently the abbreviated name of a chap given by his classmates. Ass…is Apparently as per its formal classical definition. Ass…is Apparently abbreviations of A Story`s Story/Assorted Short Stories/Akhill`s Short Stories/A Serious Situation/A Strange Story/ A Special Sweetheart/A Sanguine Story/All Simple Souls/ A Strained Story/A Striking Skill/A Silly Story/A Sanskari Story/A Simple Shaayari blah, blah! Ass…is Apparently an impending book. Ass…is Apparently a metaphor with reference to the regular guys. Guys like You & I. Middle Class. Ass…is Apparently an useless, helpless, harmless, expendable, exploited, endangered breed but accommodating, amiable, mature, quiet and peace-loving. Middle Class. Ass…is Apparently from the family of the popular and powerful horses but domesticated. Middle Class. Ass…is Apparently Our World. Middle Class. When I see myself, I think of Ass. Middle Class. It Means Nothing Special. Is there`s anything special about the Middle Class? I M N S. I aM Not Sure. Apparently, that`s also why I M N S. But, Are You Sure? Disclaimer: Assume is made up of Ass + u + me. Interpretations vary but whatever it is, Ass is not a slang; vulgar or offensive. It Means Nothing Special. Welcome to the world of Ass...

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Fifty Shades Of Grey : Grey lived off his necessity-his lady-love,Ana. Fifty Shades Of Maids : Rhea lived off her necessity-her lady-love,Ana. Both were equally helpless without Ana. It was only Ana, who could satisfy them enough to lead a normal life. Their world would collapse without Ana. The impact of Ana on both their respective lives, remained the same. Fifty Shades Of Grey : Ana was a student. Fifty Shades Of Maids : Ana was a maid. Footnote: Rhea represents the common Indian Household. A short story in an anthology of satire called “Mock, Stalk & Quarrel” by Readomania, launched on November 06, 2016 at New Delhi, followed by at Kolkata, Jaipur, Bhubaneshwar etc. Grab the book online & offline at stores near you. In the middle of the flight, Kiara woke up to go to the washroom. When she returned, she was too lazy to push her way into the middle seat. And with Rishaan readily offering to shift seats, the seating arrangement changed. With 20 minutes still remaining for the flight to land, a sleep starved Kiara took another power nap, this time holding Rishaan's right hand more firmly. Rishaan's other hand, though, nervously moved to touch Diya's. Her heart skipped a beat. Diya pulled her hand away. But a defiant Rishaan held her wrist again, this time firmly and more reassuringly. The changing behavioral dynamics between the three perhaps gave out a foreboding of what was to come in Goa. When the flight landed at the Dabolim Airport, Rishaan felt uncanny...his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher. *** Kiara, Diya and Rishaan had grown up together in the closely knit fraternity of Defence Colony, Pune. The heads of their respective families were retired Army Officers, who had settled down, post their chequered careers, in one of the cities, best suited for retired soldiers. The trio had matured to be fine youngsters, quite different from the regular Army brats. Their upbringing was evident from their dispositions — disciplined, warm, athletic, courageous and affectionate, the way their families were. Though their education suffered due to the frequent moves of their families, typical of Army, they were a force to reckon with in sports. The threesome, as the inhabitants of Defence Colony called them fondly, had striking similarities and it seemed that they were destined to be same and together. Their families had known this all along and had decided to train and strengthen them more than educate, to face this cruel world. Kiara, Diya and Rishaan suffered from speech and communication disorder! And this, perhaps, became the biggest reason of their mutual bond as it alienated them from the world of normal people. *** ‘Hi! Dear!’ Kiara saw Rishaan taking his routine post-supper stroll. ‘Hey!Kiara! Whats up!’ Rishaan walked up to her. ‘Are you joining uncle-aunty for the picnic tomorrow?’ She asked ‘Do not think so! How `bout you and Diya?’ He queried. ‘Ah! Neither am I. As usual, this is that couple-only monthly outings of theirs, where we are forbidden to accompany. I, sometimes, wonder what is that these oldies can do and we cannot, except whiling away their time at scenic locations, chatting with like minded people and playing indoor games, outdoors. Having seen enough of this world, they should rather allow us these trips on our own or tag us along.’ Kiara was morose. ‘Shh! Do not be disrespectful. We owe them our lives. I understand your point of view but you should understand that we would stick out like a sore thumb, in their get togethers. All three of us are differently abled and I, as a matter of fact, would not be comfortable if our communication issues screws up their fixed monthly excursions.’ Rishaan had always been the most mature in the trio. ‘And how would that be? They can enjoy their company and we can, ours. How would it disturb them? Are they ashamed of our disability that they exclude us from every outdoor party? We never intentionally make them the laughing stock. We are what we are and they should accept and acknowledge us, the same way, being family. And when its time to take the bouquets on sports day, they are more than happy to do us any favour. Why these double standards? We also know that they will never be able to match up with our energies and we take that in our stride, without forcing them to join us for outdoor sports. I do not leave them for a moment, why do they?’ Kiara was quite down in the dumps.