CHAPTER 1

INTRODUCTION

You can’t judge a book by its cover similarly you can’t judge a song by its name!

Hotter than you is one such song which appears to be a ,’one up’ song but when you understand the message in entirety ,you realise the universal message of the song is much bigger than that.

All of us in our daily life go through our own set of struggles which keep manifesting in our subconscious mind as frustrations or at an advanced stage, physical ailments. Music for one is known to be therapeutic way to heal these daily negative re enforcements, and helps us ease and rejuvenate ourselves.

It is the same for most of us high-pressure workdays, long commutes, raising kids, not enough sleep or exercise, trying to make ends meet. The accumulated stresses of everyday life can damage your health in irreversible ways — from early aging to heart problems to long-term disability.

Stress can cause many negative impacts on one’s health and interfere with one’s ability to live a normal life for an extended period.

Music is known to be  remedial   

 and have healing properties to relieve stress. This catchy dance track helps one to face their daily negative re enforcements head on and look them in the eye and say, “I AM HOTTER THAN YOU”!

The song “I AM HOTTER THAN YOU” is a song coming directly from my heart ,a girl who has been sexually oppressed for 15 years. It is a song of redemption of a helpless unsuspecting victim who has been Gagged, Trapped, Suppressed and Caged for no fault of hers!!

Yup! That would be me Pooja Misra,I  have been denied simple pleasures of life besides being abused and forcibly suffocated and hidden.

This song is an attempt to redeem myself so that atleast after this song, whatever life is left in me, I am able to live that freely and am allowed to make my own choices thus not continue to be trapped in the clutches of witchcraft!

This debut track, ‘ HOTTER THAN YOU’ is targeted at invigorating people on a daily basis while doing a  groovy gig to it as  it provides them courage during weakness, hope during disappointment, and freedom in entrapment.

I hope it peps you enough to look your problems in the eye and say “I am hotter than you.”

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CHAPTER 2

THE STORY BEHIND THE SONG!

What does a girl want? That’s a question that lingers through the entire world’s mind yet they can’t seem to have it figured.Let me simplify it for you,when a girl child is born into this world she wants to be smothered by her parents,find a crush to dance her through the prom night whilst her blushing adolescence.Find a loving and understanding spouse during her youth ,the one she hopes sticks by her till her funeral pyre.How tough is it to understand a basic graph every female psyche follows.

But if right from her adolescence a girl is frozen frigid,challenged  every waking hour to prove her sex appeal.Denied to do things she enjoys like shopping,travelling,celebrating, aswell as having a safety net of  protective friends she doesn’t have to tug of war for.I don’t think I don’t know of a more brave being to have survived such extreme  stifling negativity.

DID I EVER GET THE PRIVELEGE OF LIVING MY LIFE? NO! I WAS FORCED TO MERELY EXIST!

My innocent teenage years which should have been punctuated with laughter and adventures were spent backbreakingly achieving dreams not meant for the ordinary.What happened to the passel of boys who were vying to date me?Well they either misused my innocence by emptying my wallet,or were left in the backburner thanks to my shy nature.But atleast through this phase of my life atleast I strived hard and came out as the winner!What with my loving dad being there every step of the way,protecting me and motivating me.

Then puberty struck and estrogen and progesterone started kicking in.I unfortunately I was too gullible and vulnerable to understand the dark side of flippant romance.Met all the wrong men?Or was stalked by a particular one who made sure that I never had a sated lovelife??!

The age every girl surrenders to the love and passion she feels for the one she loves,was when I was being made unconscious and traded to fill the bank accounts of filthy parasites .A sweet virgin with idealistic discernment was so badly abused and battered just because my dad had retired and relocated???…I guess my life lost the plot of ever having a sex life,as my heart was icebound and amputated  aswell as thrown out of my body.Comatosed by witchraft into hibernation,to race ahead of me and get one up on me in the lust and greed for fame and bagging movies??

SHAME! SHAME!

And this third grade Indian Film Industry still acknowledges such miscreants as actresses??! Yuck!Do you even know how to spell…’CLASS’??.

Sir Richard Branson’s book,”Finding My Virginity” really sums up my sentiments when my friends ask me how special was “ my first time”?Well  I still don’t know when and with whom did it happen as I was hogtied .Is this  traumatising memory ,is what I have to live with all my life,or do I get to create a better future,by being allowed to move on and live freely by smashing the claws of necromancy I have been  choked in from the past 15 years.

Well if you still don’t get my drift here are the details….

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So I was born like any normal girl,in a simple household that cherished their daughter's integrity and morals more than any money and fame that the world has to offer.My father was a powerful man,Chief Commisioner of Income Tax and my Mom a simple housewife.My kindergarden years were spent between London,Manchester and corby.I remember my first childhood crush was a gorgeous blond with blue eyes,Vincent.I still remember him helping me with the backlog at Kingswood Junior high School that I had joined mid-semester.However being a shy girl I never went on a single date with him nor did I dance  the prom in my fancy designer dress.Besides a casual sandwich and a waffle by the park at lunchtime at school I just could not express my affection towards him.Gosh! In retrospect I can only blame my conservative upbringing for me being so timid.He should ideally been the first reciepient of my adolescent kiss.

Moving on we relocated to Mumbai,and off I went to Cathedral and John Canon High School,where I had no clue what I was in for.Well it seemed my boyish hairdo and braces were just too ‘uncool’ to fit in.From being called, ‘Pajama Misra’ to ‘Winnie the Pooh’ what did I not have to tolerate.I swallowed the humiliation and focussed on my strengths,sports.I went on to win gold medals in 100m,200m,long jump,high jump,relays,tug of war which culminated in me being awarded as the ‘Sportsgirl Of The Year’ by the Chief Minister of Maharashtra.Being applauded by the same classmates that scorned me left me with the mindset that hardword and self belief can help one achieve miracles.

Somehow being totally into sports moulded my personality to be rather tom boyish, what with me bagging the intermediate swimming championship trophy soon after.After graduating to college I had a coterie of male friends.While the boy crazy girls my age were busy speed dating I always had bigger dreams and goals.I single handedly organised my colleges annual beauty pageant which truly was karma coming a full circle as I was crowned as one of the winners.

Right after my  sojourn into showbiz accidently started much to my parents dismay,I was indeed brushing shoulders with the most exquisitive looking men.However my mind never allowed me to entertain more than a casual aquaintanceship with them.I used to enjoy partying in big groups with both male and female friends,on one such occasion I met a group of control freaks who sucked me into their web of illusion.

Sometimes I really wish I had not met them in hindsight,as they harassed me due to their  own complexes for the longest time.Wow! I don’t even know you,and you have the audacity to try such cheap political stunts on me because you suffer from mental dementia! What a waste of a short life! Which could have been spent sipping rose and travelling the world.

I would just like to wrap up that chapter of my life saying…..I was trapped,I learnt and I have more than moved on!

Then came my teenage years when I dated a Swedish engineer called Lars Timonen ,who turned out to be a liar of the first degree and was dumped soon enough.On a rebound I spent time with some inspiring men like Talvin Singh  [mercury award winning musician].Right about this time my parents started introducing me to their friends circle which ranged from actor/politicians to industrialists.Soon after my father retired and my sister migrated abroad.I for the first time faced life alone- The good and the bad!However the demons from my past came stalking me ,afterall a stunning rich girl is always like the forbidden fruit you cant get.However with my father not being around I would distinctly mark this point in time in my life as the time I was cursed into frigidity! WHY?

Yup! That question crosses my mind every day….misting my eyes with tears till date…Because indeed I am,”Hotter Than You”.Why?was I jinxed into slavery?Why?was I denied simple pleasures of life, like shopping,having friends,travelling the world,dating,partying,and basically recharging my batteries from all the work I was slogging at which was very conveniently swooped up  and credited to the accounts of beggars masquerading as vultures .Yup I am talking about the same friends of my father ,actor/politician along with his muslim comrade.Arrogantly assuming how will a helpless sheltered  retired friends daughter ever bust us??!!

So after my father having forced me from accepting multiple offers for main leads in Bollywood films,as he was brainwashed into believing that it would reflect poorly on his chair.It seems I was destined to be a Bollywood star from my teenage years itself,as I got my first offer by the esteemed Joy Mukherjees production house right when I was in the 7th grade in Cathedral and John Canon School.But the people here on mother earth were indulging in the longest conspiracy to hold me back from fulfilling my well deserved dream.So it turned out….First my own dear Dad then once he had retired and relocated to Pune his friends and their families aswell as certain social aquaintances of mine.Heartbreaking to say the least,as their interferences and obstacles were not restricted to my professional life alone but messed and mutilated my personal life aswell.

From being vodooed into forcibly developing a stomach flaw to downgrading my immaculate English to aping my style for a decade and half.Is there any chapter in the bible of Sexual Oppression that I have not been tortured with.

My innocent youth shrouded,fogged and traded in insecurity and greed to get one up to score with men.Yet after so much uninvited suppression ,even now I don’t make this song for petty one-upmanship.Which says a lot about my cultured  ,no matter how much middle class, upbringing by self made yet humble parents.I was barred on several occasions to meet my favourite actors from the Big B,Perfectionist Khan to many others in the fear that they would take an affinity to me and escalate my career.

        My kind and dignified nature was misused and I was left unpaid on several occasions in the trepidation that if I got the money I had worked hard for ,I would skyrocket my career by hiring the best managers and public relation officers and would become attractive to men and might accidentaly find a life partner.Just to keep me suffocated within limitations have I not been forced  to hell and back a million times over.Would you know what it feels like if you were singled out and a pause button was pressed on your life for no fault of yours other than the venomousness and jitters of me being indeed ,  ”Hotter Than You”.

         A hard working ,quick learner was forcibly suppressed to look amateur so that my detractors could project themselves as experts.I was plaigirised to dilute my uniqueness,hidden as all my media write ups and publicity were schemingly  terminated to make sure I don’t  stand out in a crowd.

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       Harrassed in the hope that I lose my mind.Beaten,bruised,injured,fractured,raped and given std’s to defunkt me.My relationship with myself and the basic self love every individual should bear for oneself warped and broken.

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         Every boy that caught my eye ,[I just had to mention his name publicly] was robbed and forced into other relationship with women who were  my rivals. Just to break the inner self respecting core of me and forcibly engrave instead ,the servitude of ,”How dare you have desires,don’t you know you are a slave who can never get what you want!’’

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       A decade and a half punctuated repeatedly with me being subjugated into believing ,”Pooja you are up against a dead end! And there is no escape!You have to surrender to the fact that you can never be the best as that place has already been taken! So no matter how hard you work,you will never get credit for your work!Your  well researched trendy style will always be aped and you will never be touted as the fashion Icon you are!Simply to sexually enslave you as if you shine your sex appeal will magnetise men towards you and thus it would be tough to trade you in an unconscious state if you have boyfriends as they will raid and break our game of monopoly. Thus I was barred from anything that made me feel or look sexy so that I could be buried alive!

       And it got even worse as being in  that frigid tied up state was as though not devastating enough  I was also being prostituted to fill the pockets of others besides them being stealthily given a more credible and respectable standing.An old school girl like me who does not allow a fly to hover around her was now being openly disrespected,bartered,and treated like a plaything meant only for entertainment,strictly to not be taken seriously.Used as a ladder to climb without even being acknowledged!I might have completely fallen out of love with myself by this time but my belief in me achieving my dreams was still strong or so I thought.Little did I know that I was being pepped up to work hard so that the work I got for myself would be robbed and credited to the account of the people who I disliked as they did not have good intentions at heart as far as I was concerned.Do you know what such manupilation feels like?Today when I look back the pain pierces through my heart leaving me in tears,thinking where I would have reached by now  had I not been so badly betrayed and manupilated.

·         The people I trusted the most ,backstabbed me and denied me the stature I deserved,besides using me as a pawn in their game of chess to get material gains.Is there anybody who can stand up and say they stood by me selflessly when I needed a pillar of strength the most.But there again everybody is not me.

·         I relocated to my sister’s house in the hope to better my circumstances.But there was no one to stop this spiral.It just kept getting more horrific.As some mentally challenged yet overconfident people were out to be Pooja Misra ,yup that’s right!What a fake life you live ,if you live a life of burying someone more sexy and talented than you,and masquerade as them??Can anybody point at a bigger felony.That too for a decade and half! Jesus Christ from the bible and Ram from Ramayana would have not suffered as much during their crucification and exile as much as I had to suffer for no fault of mine other than ,indeed,’I am hotter than you’.

·         I was isolated and lonely besides  being inconsolable as the last guy I had been supernaturally tied to [vashi karan] had gotten married,and the hallucinary rapport  I had apparently shared with him had turned from bad to worse.As he and his bride had set out on a mission to devastate me further.Again I was  forcibly entangled into serious wreckage for no fault of mine other than being a vodooed puppet to a devious puppeteer.

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·         To get my mind to escape from my sorry affairs I started participating in reality shows as the era of reality tv had just hit india.Thereagain I was forced into second position in the first reality show I participated in when I should have very well won the show!Afterall ,”How can a slave be declared as a winner?”.Rightafter the most malefic,and fatal black magic rituals were conducted on me while I was asleep in my sister’s house where I stayed alone.In an attempt to drive me completely insane and finish me off in entirety.Prey,what crime had I committed?I had dared to challenge the mediocrity I was trapped in and tried to rise above.How dare Pooja ,the competent sportsgirl of the year of Cathedral and John Canon even muster up the courage to fight for her rights?

·         Thereafter I was imprisoned in my own house without even knowing it.I was forcibly depressed by witchcraft and my brains put in comatose so that I could not make any tangible,real progress and lay there in my grave serving as a sextoy in an unconscious state. And not even feeling the pinch of my precious years rolling by needless to say be blind enough to watch my life pass me by.

·         My birthdays came and went,which when normalcy had prevailed whilst my parents still stayed with me in south Mumbai were celebrated,and filled with kind thoughtful gestures and gifts if not trips exploring various countries of the world.What had I been boiled down to?A vegetable ,a walking-talking deadbody?Why Oh Why? As the people who did this to me were afraid that right then the world would have discovered that I indeed am ,‘Hotter Than You’?.

·         I was invited to the biggest reality show on indian television,after half a decade of living this life of a furniture.However I refused immediately as it was the same production house that could not fathom me being in the first position on my first reality show and had dishonestly placed me as second?.However after a month’s contemplation and brain washing by a friend I agreed.What transpired there was an eye opener.But even there my heart was smashed into a million pieces as I was taken advantage of on the sets to get me dishonestly humiliated and removed from the show at 2 am at night.If that does not account to sexual mutilation I don’t know what does?Besides this conspiracy was hatched as I was getting too famous for the fake,” I am Pooja Misra” brigade who by hook or crook were out to make sure I don’t sign any big banner Bollywood fims ,as the ones I had been confirmed for all these years had been stolen by them and given to my rivals or lookalikes who were launched covertly by them.However I always look back in gratitude as even now people remember me from that show and sure did make me street smart.

·         Post the show I was getting a lot of offers and in the worry of me signing a credible Bollywood film,my dear father was attacked as he was fed a lethal powder of witchcraft in his betel leaf which he was habituated to.Isnt it obvious that this was done by someone close to our family in pune who had studied him inside out??His health started deterioting at this stage,and I left Mumbai to return to pune to be by his side sacrificing all my work oppurtunities leave alone a social life I had begun to develop after Big Boss.

·         After my father got  a bit stable,I decided to start my own production house from Pune.

·         I did an 11 city tour to launch my production house through a calendar,whilst this trip I was raped and impregnated in an unconscious state the way I was on the sets of big boss and banned for good.The police and court of law instead of supporting me,being corrupt started pressurising me to withdraw the case.The media also especially DNA and Rajasthan Patrika instead of supporting a rape victim kept maligning me.

·         So as you can see right from the word go,it was shrouded in anguish and obstacles.From grudging hardships whilst making Lovesutra, to plaigirising  my cookery show,to fleecing me while airing my lifestyle diary ,Abhi To Party Shuru Hui Hai, is there any torture left in the 360 degrees spectrum of hardships that I have not been subjected to?  

·         Right when I was to sign a contract with a channel to air my shows,I was framed into a scuffle not once but twice, which was schemingly preplanned.No wonder it was made viral within minutes on every possible digital aswell as tv channel.Just to make sure I looked unattractive in the media….why? oh why? Just so that no matter how hard I worked hard to leave my footprints behind,I would not succeed.Besides the anxiety of me finding a life partner or a spouse in the process of becoming a producer was at the nucleus of all these sins.”Let her be alone so that we can cash her hard work and become millionaires and continue to fleece her so bad that she is not even left with pennies to fend for herself.”Each and every sponsor/supporter of mine was stolen from me.I was terrorised into sharing everything that was precious to me and was looted in every way,from my body,to my virginity,to my confirmed movies,overseas shows,to my endorsements to a caged sextoy who could neverbe her sexy self as that would inherently magnetise mentowards her and she would breakfree from prison

·         My feelings,emotions were totally toyed with and witchcraft was used to control,hurt,misguide and cheat me.I don’t know when did I ,the next best female debutant in a lead rolewas relegated to a maid??All by hoodwinking,confusing and deceiving me into slogging my health off only to give me the stature of a gloried slave- an employee?Is that all that I am?Well going by no salary slips coming in,I realistically believe I AM THE BOSS OF MY COMPANY!!However  I want to thank all  the people who have helped me in the remotest and smallest way,only if they have done so selflessly.

·         Why do most people work so hard?Why is the showbizz industry called exploitative?Isnt it because sexual contentment is the eventual and ultimate end result everyone seeks?But imagine if your wish fulfilment was only tied up and buried into a grave,with “You are never going to get it”! labelled on it.Wouldnt all your hardwork and tolerance of others spitefulness be altogether futile??

·         For a second would you shut your eyes and imagine what zenith of frustration would you be at after being intentionally WASTED,WASTED AND WASTED!!??Why else would I be subjected to identity theft for 15 long years??To break me down mentally to reach a point of no return.To be forced to the rock bottom and kept there for good.

·         My health has started deteriorating by every passing day due to this very obvious irresponsible pleasure seeking and me being treated consistently like a doormat.BUT WHO CARES?Parasites around me are only selfish enough to be bothered about-

·         ONLY ABOT THEIR SEXUAL PLEASURE BY GETTING ME RAPED FOR FREE.

·         ONLY ABOUTTHEIR BANK BALANCE BY STEALING MY IDEAS FOR FREE

·         ONLY ABOUT THEIR CAREER WHEREIN THEY BAG MOVIES USING ME AS A BAIT OR BY SHAMELESSLY STEALING ALL MY CONFIRMED MOVIES.

·         ONLY ABOUT THEIR PUBLICITY WHERE THEY MAKE A FAKE FASHION STATEMENT COPYING MY STYLE,WHILE SIMULTANEOSLY SUPPRESSING MY SEXUALITY BY TERMINATING MY MEDIA CONTRACTS.

·         ONLY ABOUT THEIRHEALTH BY RUINING MINE….. 

·         But irrespective of all this ,did I stop?Did I give up?Did my hard work cease?

·         No! It did not! I cried,I hurt but I kept going! And that just justifies the title of my song,because indeed,”I am Hotter than you”!!