A brusque history of Andhra Pradesh and Telangana



Images courtesy Wikipedia

Long ago, before pepper spray was invented...

5th century AD, near the Krishna river...

Vishnukundina king: So Telugu is henceforth our official language.

People: Telugu, got it!

Vishnukundina king: Now don't go fighting with others over that fact, okay?

People: How can we? We're predominantly Buddhists.

Ghost of Gauthama Buddha past: Make nirvana, not war. (smokes weed)

Vishnukundina king: Fair point, anything else needs to be changed?

People: How about the stupid name of your dynasty?

Vishnukundina king: What?

People: What?

14th century AD, Telangana and Rayalaseema regions...

Tuglaq dynasty: Wazza bitches!

Rayalaseema People: Whoa! You guys are like, totally changing our dialect and shit. We can't...

Telenganites: Wait, with all the Persian influences, we talk different from you folks near the costal regions.

Coastal folks: 'Talk differently'.

Rayalaseema People: Can we kill them?

Tuglaq dynasty: Invasions are always fun!

17th century AD, Deccan plains...

Aurangzeb: They sure are!

People: Oh my god! They killed Telugu!

Costal folks: You bastards!

People: Let's put our dialects aside and join forces to vanquish...

Aurangzeb: Biriyani anyone?

Biriyani: (looks delicious)

People: HELL YEAH!

Paradise hotel: Let's patent this sonuvabitch!

18th century AD, Hyderabad...

Nizam of Hyderabad: Well, Mughal Inc. is done for. What now? How will we obtain the required financial resources to go on frivolous hunting trips and pose sideways for portraits now?

East India Company: Perhaps we could be of some assistance, chaps. Would you mind renting out this little stretch of land here?

Nizam of Hyderabad: Sold! Don't be late on your rent.

East India Company: Jolly good! Anything else while we're here?

Nizam of Hyderabad: You mind keeping these barbarians out of our hunting grounds?

Hyder Ali: Watcha gonna go brother? When these rockets run wild on you?

Peshwa of Maratha Empire: Let me at em! Let me at em! Hinduuuuu

poweeeerr!

Nizam's older brother: Hey bro! Let me in. I won't rip your head off and claim Dad's throne. I promise! (crosses fingers)

East India Company: You savages make it too easy!

19th century AD, England...

Queen: I now declare these areas of this map, the Madras Presidency. Roll call. Rayalaseema?

Rayalaseema People: Here!

Queen: Coastal Andhra regions?

Coastal folks: Here!

Queen: Anyone who talks Tamil?

Modern day(but not really) Tamil Nadu: Here!

Queen: Malabar Kerala?

Malayalis: As long as no one calls us Madarasis two hundred years from now...I mean, here!

Nizam of Hyderabad: Please do take care of my lands, regards, the World's Richest man, the owner of a mere 2% of planet's GDP, a real...

Queen: Silence puppet!

Nizam of Hyderabad: Yes ma'am!

20th century AD, Indian Independence struggle...

Nehru: We're free! We're free!

Gandhiji: Ram ram (dead).

Nizam of Hyderabad: I get to keep my place. Nyah nyah nyah!

Nehru: You're surrounded by India on all sides.

Nizam of Hyderabad: Well, I still get to keep my place. Nyah nyah nyah!

Nehru: Let me rephrase, you're surrounded by Indian TROOPS on all sides.

Nizam of Hyderabad: I still get to...okay, you win.

1952-53 AD, India...

Potti Sreeramulu: In the interest of the Telugu people, the Telugu culture and the overall Teluguness of things, I demand a separate state for Telugu people.

Nehru: WTF DUDE! We're India now. Why're you trying to break us apart especially after we just broke apart.

Jinnah: Woo! Look at all these fertile lands Gandhi gave me!

Potti Sreeramulu: No dice! Telugu land now or I diet till death.

Nehru: Why you no listen man? We were Salt Satyagraha buddies and everything.

Potti Sreeramulu: Not. Swallowing. Anything.

Nehru: Fine! See if I care, you wanted Madras as your capital. The city is outside of your territory genius.

Potti Sreeramulu: (dead)

Nehru: .......fuck!

People: Oh-Em-GEE! We're so affected by this, we're gonna break stuff!

Nehru: FINE! Every language gets states. Rayalaseema, Coastal regions, you shall henceforth be Andhra state. Now STFU and be Telugu to your heart's content.

1956 AD, Hyderabad...

Hyderabad: Hey guys, can I also play?
Andhra state: Dude, do you even Telugu?
Hyderabad: For tots guys, for tots!
Andhra state: Yeah, we'll take just that part I guess.
Hyderabad: YAY! But what of the left overs?
Telangana: Wait, what?
Andhra State Pradesh: Give the non-Telugu scraps to them.
Karnataka: I feel like we're getting a shitty deal here.
Maharashtra: Chillax dude, at least we ain't East Pakistan.
Not yet Bangladesh: I hate everyone so much!

1969 AD, Andhra Pradesh...
Telangana: Um, guys...could we...get some water?
Andhra Pradesh: Shhh! We're watching Aradhana...ahem...in Telugu subtitles.

1985 AD, Andhra Pradesh...
Telengana: Okay, this sucks. Can you please...stop hogging all the water?
Andhra Pradesh: zzzzzzz....

2004 AD, Andhra Pradesh...
Telangana: SCREW THIS SHIT! We want our own room and Hyderabad!

2009 AD, India...
Government: Hmmm, 42 seats? Yeah, I guess.
Telangana: Woo hoo!
Andhra Pradesh: Whoa whoa whoa, not woo hoo!

2013 AD, some IT company...
Andhrite: You know, these Telangana people are only good for eating and fucking. Hyderabad is our baby. Why should we give it to them?
Skeptic: Are you sure?
Andhrite: YOU BLASPHEME! You're a supporter of the anti-christ Kejriwal, aren't you.
Skeptic: Anarchist.
Andhrite: I won't hand over Hyderabad to you or Telangana. It has IMax!
Skeptic: (sigh)

2014 AD, Delhi...
Government: So Telangana's happening y'all.
Pepper spray Gopal: Over my can's dead nozzle!
Skeptic: (deeper sigh)

2020 AD, some other IT company...
APJ: Why isn't India a super power yet?
Cyberabadite: You know, these Secunderabad people are only good for eating and fucking.
Skeptic: (deepest sigh)

Fin

For the 377th time, don't touch my culture!

Image courtesy Wikipedia; under the section 'Bestiality'
Not the shocked woman in the background

Remember the time when your Mom told you about how she met your Dad? It could’ve been along these lines– “I know arranged marriage is lame for kids nowadays, but back then that’s how we found love. I was sitting on your Grandfather’s lap when I first saw your Dad. He was being all cool and suave playing with his jack-in-the-box. My parents weren’t too happy about him missing his front baby teeth. Thankfully, ours was a modern family and they took my opinion! I’m sure it was his Mom’s idea, but he handed me, not one, but TWO Cadbury© Éclairs! That was the moment I fell for him. I’m not sure how, since my hormones hadn’t started flowing at that age. I guess that’s why we took 9 years to conceive you”. No? Well, thank god they abolished child marriage, unless you live in and around a desert in India (Clue: There is only one desert in India).

Remember that time when your Dad died and your Mom had to either quit her job, wear white all the time, shave her head and live as a fashion pariah for the rest of her life? Fortunately, your relatives convinced her to set herself on fire along with your Dad’s corpse (What is it with rituals and burning stuff?). It would’ve been so much more inconvenient with those electric furnaces, your Mom squeezed in there with what’s left of your Dad, waiting to be roasted alive for being, well, alive. Doesn’t ring a bell? Ain’t it awesome that Sati is no longer prevalent? (Incidentally, the word ‘Sati’ is the feminine of the Sanskrit word ‘sat’, which means ‘truth’).

While that sinks in, the above mentioned practices came into full flow in India due to the Muslim invasions of the 11^th century. Apparently, it was the society coping against a barrage of rape and abductions.

I know, Wikipedia told you that Sati was a practice in other cultures as well. Focus man! We’re talking about our culture, the correct culture, the perfect culture.

Let’s move on to the present era.

Remember the time you wanted a baby sister, but your Dad said his buddies would make fun of him at the club? But why was he punching Mom in the tummy repeatedly? And where is that baby sister of yours?

Or that time, when you decided to elope with that girl who was from different ‘group’ (includes SC/ST/OBC/PWD/Class/religion/area/skin colour/weight/altitude) and her Dad and brothers came after you? Of course you don’t, your decapitated head lies below her shaven and hung corpse. As we all know, decapitation leads to short term memory loss and drowsiness.

A diverse culture, aren’t we? So much fun and frolic!

Let’s now time-travel back to the not too distant past of three centuries.

Remember when the guys you hung out with used to engage in sexual congress with a horse?

- “bt dud!!!!!!!!!!y d fk u fkn a horse????”

- “y nt a hors lulz”

Or those girls from your class who were interlocked while in lotus position in a 5-way as the holy cow watched on? Getting too weird? Then I wouldn’t recommend the Sun Temple at Konarak for you, friend.

I guess all the folks back then were on ecstasy and tequila shots.

Heard of a guy named Shikhandi? Was born girl, went into a forest and came out a dude. Archeologists are still to locate the ruins of the clinic she visited to become a he. Here’s the Mahabharatha, rocking a full-on transgender as a pivotal character. Seriously, check it out. Bhisma(with his beard of immortality) thought it politically incorrect to kill Shikhandi, and got a volley of arrows in return.

So how did India get from pro-LGBT in their mainstream media to cringing every time boys kiss? (It’s okay if girls kiss, since that’s sexy!)

Enter the white man!

Those prudes came over and said – “This is preposterous! You must adhere to the only accepted form of fornication, which is the missionary position. Why? Because god!” To which, all the Indian males, held each other by the pinkies and said in unison “Okay! We can’t argue with gunpowder”.

And thus, in one fell swoop, we accepted the culture of another race so different from ours as to have snow and pants.

These were the people, who through the law, ruined the great lives of great men such as Oscar Wilde and Alan Turing. Oscar Wilde, the Irish poet and playwright, suffered and died at the ripe old age of 46 after being imprisoned for two years for being a homosexual. Wilde’s epigrams are still relevant and memorable today as they were 100 years prior. Alan Turing, considered the father of the modern computer, was chemically castrated for having sexual relations with another man. He took his life later with cyanide. His mind helped break the “unbreakable” enigma code of the Germans during the World War II, saving countless lives.

In 1861, they (not us) introduced Section 377.

In 2013, thousands, if not millions of geniuses much like you, came out shouting that homosexuality is against our culture, and that by accepting their culture, we’re embracing homosexuality as well.

Imagine my shoe for a moment. It is black, has no laces, has a worn out insole and a quarter inch heel. Fine, half inch heel. Now, imagine this shoe flying at the velocity of 9 metres/second at your pretentious face.

Everyone has opinions, but your’s is wrong. Simply because it lacks logic and is asinine. So you better keep those esteemed opinions to yourself, lest you be lynched during the Great Atheist uprising of 2022.

Damn! I spoke too much!

How to create a rapist in 3 easy steps

SETTING

This isn't the sort of thing that can be done overnight. We need to go back in time, several hundred years, when the Europeans were starting to conquer the world because they felt like it. Let us now select a country outside of Europe with a rich culture and heritage. A country with enough exposure to the rest of the world via peaceful trade routes. A country, where the ancient civilizations will be studied for centuries to come. Do you have a country in mind? Good! Let's get started, let's make that rapist.

STEP 1 : Follow MY rules!

Your selected country is where we will be spawning our rapist, so obviously you'll have to manipulate the people living in the country. Go ahead, brutally invade the country and colonize it. By colonize, the major aspect to be considered is religion. 

IMPORTANT : Your religion must be a completely male dominant one based on the concept of sin and blind faith.

Use this religion to criticize and look down upon the natives. Of course, their concept of society, sexuality and spirituality is different from yours. So of course, they're wrong! Tell them everything they do is SIN. Don't forget to focus on the sexuality. Sex (possibly the most natural thing which leads to our existence) is unnatural and wrong. Even thinking about sex is wrong. Why is it wrong? It says in the religion that sex is wrong, so it has to be wrong! 

By repeatedly hitting them over the head for being open about themselves individually, you'll create a region of people who're frustrated they can't live the way they have for hundreds of years. As a bonus, you can make them cover up their body parts, all of them, in the name of CIVILIZATION and SIN! At the peak of mental and physical frustration, you will achieve the first step.

STEP 2 : Mom isn't important

It is impossible for one to become a rapist if they have respect for women. In order to ensure an inherent indifference towards all women, we shall break down their respect for the most important woman in one's life, the Mothers. Specific steps that can be followed to make this happen practically are:-

1. Lack of education : An educated Mother is a strong Mother, not happening.
2. Physical abuse : Nothing says weak and pathetic like a closed fist to Mom's face.
3. Financial dependence : Mom can't handle money, she's a guuuuuuuuurl!
4. Slavery : All those household chores ain't gonna be done by a man,
5. More physical abuse : Just to be sure
6. Repeated pregnancy : The miracle of child birth. Again, and again, and again.

Check mark all the above. Double check. When asked about their Mothers, if the children have an image of a bloodied and beaten woman, who works to satisfy everyone and gets no credit, then congratulations, you've completed step two. You may now take a small break, partially to be impressed by your own work, but mainly to wait for the children to grow up to the proper age for step three.

STEP 3 : Segregation

All your work to this point can be undone completely if the child receives proper education and exposure to other specimens of the fairer sex. Not to worry, the current educational system is on your side with the exception of one major flaw. 

The importance of Step one will reveal itself at this stage. A society afraid of the mere mention of the word 'sex' will definitely be afraid of any male-female interaction that doesn't involve weighted shackles on the ring fingers(commonly referred to as 'wedding rings'). 

As mentioned earlier, the major flaw of the current educational system, is that it is unbiased of gender. Institutions of education are locations where our rapist candidates can meet, interact with and maintain normal relations with their potential victims. This is where implementation of step three becomes crucial. 

If the young boys and girls are separated during the educational sessions, there wouldn't be any proper interaction between them, hence negating the major flaw of the educational system. The minimal requirement is that segregation be done within the same room by means of the invisible LoP(Line of Prudishness) - a line which runs through the center of the classroom dividing the boys section from the girls section. It is recommended to use separate rooms or separate buildings if the budget permits.

Any violation of the LoP should be dealt with severe punishment, preferably one where the violators are mentally scarred for the remainder of their lives. All punishments must be made public so as that a clear example can be made for other possible future violators. Ensure, the rules of the LoP extend to outside of the premises of the educational institution as well.

When properly implemented, the step three will certify that our rapists will know only one way to interact with those of the opposite gender, and that is through their genitalia. At this point, go online and order yourself a bottle of champagne and a box of chocolates. There is much to rejoice! You have created a generation that needs the slightest of provocation to achieve the purpose they were created by god for.

Now encourage your rapists to go out there and gain  some experience. She's asking for it either ways. They're all asking for it. Have fun!

The author resides in the state of Kerala, South India. His region's population(including himself) has undergone all of the above steps but sadly due to missing vertebral columns, very few rapists were created. Hence, only sexual deviants are wide spread. The author would like to apologize to the world wide rapist community on behalf of the poor performance of his state.

Epic rap battles of India : Anna Hazara v/s Arundhati Roy

Inspired from Epic rap battles of history from youtube

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF INDIA!

ANNA HAZARE:

I'm THE Anna Hazare!

Saint of justice and honesty.

You're just a raving sociopath,

I represent civil society!

What?

You think you're an intellectual

with your awesome Booker prize?

HA!

Your literature was merely

incest pornography in disguise.

You shout "Politicians and Corporates

and the Indian Army suck!"

Well how about a solution

to get this country's gears unstuck?

I may not be perfect,

But I've earned the nation's respect

So pick up a flag,

you insufferable hag

or continue to be opinion columns reject                                                                                                     

ARUNDHATI ROY:

There's nothing civil bout your society or your fast old man

You're just making more noise than anyone else can.

So you think that you're Gandhi

just 'coz they arrested you?

That's only our dumb Government,

they never have a clue.

Your publicity is a joke

and so are your rallies.

Your so called supporters

are just fugitives from silicon valleys!

I'm the Goddess of small things,

supporting Maoists and the common man.

What can you do for them

with your elaborate dietary plan?

ANNA HAZARE:

You ignorant fool!

I AM a common man.

I live in a village

and survive on my pension plan.

But I've united this nation,

Only Sachin could do a better job.

So stop talking outta your head,

and writing like sucha snob.

ARUNDHATI ROY:

Your movement is useless,

it just brings out posers.

Why, look at Baba Ramdev,

and his yoga loving losers.

Once your draconian bill is passed,

your 15 minutes will be done.

Then the citizens will say,

"Check out our new country, just like the old one"

ANNA HAZARE:

Can I make EVERYONE happy?

No, I'm not Santa Claus!

But I can improve the scene,

by tackling the root cause.

India should be ONE NATION.

So screw your conspiracy theories and you.

You just whine about 7 issues

from the 5 places you've been to!

Can corruption be fully eradicated?

Nope! In India corners will be cut.

So do us all a favour

and please keep that mouth CLOSED!

WHO WON?

WHO'S BEST?

YOU DECIDE!

 

The Tale of the Poojari and the cat

Wonce yeppon a dime, dere wass a Poojari in a demble. Dis Poojari duss poojas wonly yeveryday. During the poojas no, he...

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Once upon a time, there was a Poojari in a temple. The poojari used to perform poojas daily. While performing the Pooja, he had to sit in one spot without budging. That is pretty much the setting for this story.

One day, a cat came inside the temple while the pooja was being performed. Seeing all the colorful arrangements for the pooja, the cat got all excited and started playing around with it. The poor Poojari couldn't get up and shoo away the cat, so he did the only thing he could do, pray to the God(s?) to turn the cat to ashes. Unfortunately, (the?) God(s?) work(s?) in mysterious ways and didn't find time to remove all the moisture from the cat’s body thereby performing the ash transformation.

After many days of the cat's antics, the Poojari finally lost it and called his assistant, Shanku… 

Poojari : Dai Shanku potta! Vat assistant you are man? Yeveryday I am doing the pooja, yeveryday that poocha is being a nuisance jembing around me and yeveryday you are zimbly sitting. I vill take strict action against you!

Shanku : Saar saar! Pleeease saar. I...didn't know saar. I...saar...saar...I…

Poojari : Vat yaar? Al-WAYZ giving these excuses. But I vill forgive you dis time only, since you are still yeng. But you do wone thing. When I am performing the pooja no, you catch that poocha and trap it under that kotta. And keep something heavy on top to stop the escaping of the poocha. WOGAY?

Later that day, when the Poojari started his pooja, Shanku sprang into action. He caught the cat, put it under the basket(yeah, kotta means basket) but he couldn't find anything heavy to put on top of the basket. So he took one of the bigger lit lamps(vellake) and kept it on top. Once the pooja was over, the lamp was doused, the cat was let out and everyone was happy.

This routine happened everyday till the Poojari retired and Shanku was made the new Poojari upon his mentor's recommendation. So Shanku was listing out the set of responsibilities for his new assistant, 

Shanku : ....then there is a Yakshi that comes at midnight only, dan't mind her, she is some attention seeking bad lady da. And yess, the poocha. When I am doing the pooja, you make shure that bleddy poocha is trapped under the kotta. Else it will disturb me fully and I will be kalip. Dan forget to put the vellake on top of the kotta. WOGAY? 

The new asistant was slightly confused at the last request, but he too needed recommendation and followed that order daily like his predecessor and everyone was happy.

Eventually, Shanku also retired and the new assistant came. He told his apprentice,

Newest Poojari :  Listen , during the pooja no, get hold of poocha and put it inside of the kotta. Else it is bad luck for the pooja. WOGAY? 

The latest apprentice searched everywhere for this bad luck poocha but couldn't find it. The life expectancy of a cat in those days was less than the promotion cycle of 2 Poojaris. So the apprentice went to town, kidnapped a pet poocha, brought it to the temple, put it under the kotta, trapped it there with the lamp and lit the lamp. Thus, everyone was happy.

After doing this daily and that too with which ever cat he could kidnap, he too earned the position of the next Poojari. Needless to say, once he became the new Poojari, he gave a very familiar speech to his new assistant.

Familiar speech giver : You know, in this demble, while the main Poojari is doing the pooja, that is me only. So while the main Poojari is doing the pooja, the junior should go to the town, take some poocha, bring to demble, put kotta on top, put vellake on top of that and light it. Yeverything done before the pooja, WOGAY?

Now this new guy was way too kind hearted to kidnap any cats so he went to town and walked into a house which he thought was nice enough to own a cat.

New guy : Namaskaaram dear House owner!

House owner : Many many namaskaarams! So nice to be seeing your types of people gracing the existence of my home with your precense.

New guy : Please please. You are being too nice wonly. It is you who is gracing the existence of myself with your home.

House owner : Such humility. Please don’t expose yourself to the sun this much. Come inside and find the seating you wish. Shall I grace the existence of your tongue with my wife’s tea?

New guy : Your kindness is increasing wonly, not at all decreasing. But now I can’t find the time as my mentor is waiting for my triumphant return. I merely stand at your entrance for the smallest of small favours, for our temple’s sake.

House owner : I am finding myself even more jubilant of the worthiness deemed upon me by yourself and your temple. Please to be telling the favour and I will gladly run against the rotation of the earth to fulfill it.

New Guy : Your kindness is too much. What I needed was zimbly a cat, no other extra accessories.

House owner : Zimbly a cat? That is too easy sir. But you seriously have to taste my wife’s tea Sir.

The conversation was getting too annoying, so long story short, the New Guy got the cat from the house owner, took it to the temple and everything went on as always. Daily, New Guy would go to the same house, drink the lady’s tea and then get the cat. Everyone was happy.

Skipping through a lot of time and narration. Currently the temple is very famous for its unique ritual. Every day, the temple’s assistant poojari goes to the Thengakola house(descendants of the House owner), gets tea served to him after which the house owners provide the assistant with the house cat. All this is tradition. Once the house cat it taken back to the temple, the hapless animal is kept under the basket and trapped there with a lit lamp on top. Only then the main Poojari will begin the Pooja.

Some believe this is done as the cats raised by the Thengakola family is a reincarnation of the Lord Bramha himself. Other religious philosophers think that the back in the old days, the people considered the cat as a symbol of evil and wanted to trap it within the basket to that is does not interfere with the cleansing ritual being performed. Still other philosophers add that the lit lamp to be the light of hope keeping back the darkness that is the cat. Tourists and locals alike strictly adhere to the rules so that the land remains prosperous, and everyone was happy.

Only you and I know what the real reason was for keeping the cat under the basket, but dan tell yenyone, WOGAY!

The 14th Conspiracy (Valentine's Day/Children's day)

Valentine's Day : February 14th

Children's Day : November 14th

The gap between these two days every year is exactly 9 months LOL

You may have received this forward/SMS and had a small laugh before deleting it, but you may be deleting away evidence for one of the greatest government conspiracies this nation has ever seen.

If you feel the "Feb/Nov 14th" mail/SMS is just a joke created by some jobless jerk(No! It wasn't me) playing at the fact that the pregnancy period for humans averages at 9 months, then just LOL and ignore this.

But if you see as I see and feel as I feel, then scroll below on the RED title to go further down the rabbit hole! Read till the very end. The last line is the most shocking! If you are weak hearted and/or pregnant or simply choose to remain ignorant, then take the BLUE pill and kindly close the window and save yourself from the horror.

THE 14TH CONSPIRACY

[name of the conspiracy is in fact lame as it indicates that it is the conspiracy which comes after 13 others rather than signifying 14th as a date]

Coincidence or Conspiracy?

The origin of Valentine's day has always been kept vague and approximated to be sometime during 100-300 AD. The government states that all of those present during the first Valentine's day celebrations are now deceased and there were no video or photographic recordings of the event. 

HOW CONVENIENT!!!

The smoking gun : The reason told to us by the government as to why November 14^th is celebrated as Children’s day is the birth of our first Prime Minister, Jawaharlal Nehru[14 November 1889–27 May 1964]. Nehru died at the age of 75. On February 14^th, 1975, P.G. Wodehouse died. Mr.Wodehouse liked both Children and valentines and both those figures have a 75, marked in yellow bold font! HA!

COINCIDENCE??

Still need evidence? Consider the word VALENTINE. Remove V,A,T,N and E. Then rearrange the remaining letters such that I comes first followed by L,E and N. Now insert C and H in front and D and R in the middle. What do you get?

COINCIDENCE????

[note the increasing font size and number of ‘?’s and be more amazed]

Not convinced yet? Take a look at the Children's Day card below...

Didn't see it? Take another look...

That's right! A HEART! The symbol of love and also the main symbol used for anything related to Valentine's day.

But the cross over is not just one way, take a look at the Valentine's Day card below...

Yes! The main subjects used here are CHILDREN!

So HEARTS ended up on a Children's day card and CHILDREN ended up on a Valentine's Day card

COINCIDENCE??????

Still don’t believe? Then the following images may shock you. It is the reason I’m having cold shivers right now, that or the fact that my socks are wet.

The greatest evidence that there is a link between Valentine’s day and Children’s day was released in 1996 by the government itself. Maybe one person in the government wanted us to know the truth and designed the 10 rupee note to carry a hidden message.

Then the following images may shock you. I know I said that before but I’m repeating for added effect and suspense. Follow the instructions to reveal the secret message hidden within these notes.

Step 1 : Take the back side of a 10 rupee note

Step 2 : Fold the note in half like so

Step 3 : Fold the tip of the upper half as shown to align both the ‘10’s written together

Step 4 : Take a pen or marker and write down following letters to reveal the hidden message and with it the truth!

THE TRUTH IS REVEALED! YOU ARE AN IDIOT!

And that isn’t the scariest part. As mentioned in the beginning, the difference between the 2 dates within a year is 9 months. Now add one to that. Why? Because I said so!

9 + 1 = 10!!!!

COINCIDENCE or CONSPIRACY??????