My Great Country

How is India a great country? Half the people in this country are not aware of or understand the full extent of fundamental rights, or how they apply to our lives.

What constitutes the meaning of a great country? I don't think you and I know the meaning of a great country. All we know are textbook answers and empty phrases: "Bharath Matha Ki Jai", "India is a great country", "I'm proud to be an Indian".

You and I don't know the meaning of those words. We wear them like new clothes, before every national holiday or cricket match.

We bicker for TRP ratings. We start smear campaigns for votes. We objectify to fill theater halls. We oppress for greed. We condemn children to heritage. We study to earn. We work to take more from the world.

We fall in love to fuck. We marry to measure our worth.

We love to hate, and we hate to love and sympathise. We believe in our traditions, yet we know only the abridged version.

Men wear ethnic wear just for occasions, yet women must wear them at all times. 

We love all things glittery. We want to live a modern world, but with the rules of the old one.

We trust second-hand information; our senses are just for our gratification. A life without pleasure is no life at all. Pleasure must come to us in all forms. Discomfort is our enemy. We don't learn from discomfort. We learn to avoid discomfort. 

Another's suffering is not my own. The world can burn; my house is safe. 

Children die from hunger in the hundreds, but mine doesn't have a high percentage.

We love watching TV, the invention of our age.

Our children are wrong to use the world wide web, the invention of their age. 

Our children must make life choices in alignment with our wishes; we will die and leave them to do the same. 

We say there is prosperity when there are still those without a roof over their heads.

We build schools for free education, but we eat up the money given to build bathrooms.

We will hold onto the past and never let go. We also want virtual reality to watch Salman Khan.

Cricket stars are not our idols; they are our slaves. Our cocks in cock-fights. If one defects, slaughter it and put another in its place. 

Our movie stars are those we wish to love and fuck, but we will settle for the ones who pay us the most.

We believe politics runs itself, forever sprouting units to crank its rusty gears. We believe law doesn't apply to us, but to the person standing next to me.

We let Bollywood and soap operas be our teachers of History. We believe books were made to blind us.

We let mass-murderers off the hook if they offer us a glorified version of pre-colonial "exploit and trade".

We are the judge. We are the police. We are the truth. We are the enlightenment. We can speak no wrong.

We want freedom, but we understand only privileges. We are united. We are divided.

The love for our country only blooms when we set foot on foreign soil.

We are idiots. Deluded, misguided, with a fiery spirit, unaware of worthier causes.

We are not a great country. We may have roots of gold, but the bark is rotting from within.

There are those who work towards the light and truth, but we will label them and ostracize them.

We a not a great country. In fact, we are not even a country at all. We are divided factions bundled together in a boundary, led by those who thrive on our ignorance.

There are those like Arnab Goswami, who distract us with gimmicks.

We are not a great country. We are great confusion. We are empty headed activists fueling personal agendas. 

We are righteous and arrogant. We dismiss those we do not understand. We accept those who are our images. We doubt that which is different.

We are not a country. We are helpless and lost. We are idiots.

P.S.: If this makes me an Anti-National in your eyes, then you do not understand what a Nation is. I believe that to you, the word 'Nation' is only an empty sound, into which you must cram any meaning you can find and throw it at other people's faces. You are a gossip girl, capable of only gossip and misdirecting people from what really matters.

Why Not Waste Some Time Here?

It's been quite some time since I last saw a blank page. It's a weird feeling. It is a feeling mixed with optimism and uncertainty. Optimistic, about what you are going write. Uncertain, about how that piece of writing will turn out. In fact, this feeling can be related to many things in the real world. Like starting a new day; you feel optimistic at the start of it, but gradually begin to realize that it's as shitty as yesterday. Something that I might end discovering at the end of this piece too. Sigh. All good things come to an end.

Speaking of "good things" coming to an end, the world around us is no exception. This is the point that I can righteously justify the choice of not having kids. Frankly, I don't think I want to father a child into this world. Someday, maybe. Right now, no. The world is a shit place. Let's just accept it. Denial is not going to take us anywhere.  Sure, that are some things and places, particularly, that are beautiful and worth experiencing; otherwise it's just shit. Life is beautiful. The world is shit. Twenty five years on this planet haven't suggested otherwise. Although, the possibilities of what the future might hold is tempting. Space travel is something to look forward to, but looks like it might not happen in my timeline.

So what was this piece about? Well, nothing, as always. What's the point of talking about one thing only. Let's talk about everything. Why define boundaries, right?

Lol
Why am I still writing this?
Why the hell are you still reading it?
...
 *Awkward*




 

From Work With Love

Procrastination is a great excuse to do something new. Sitting in my office right now, doing some "not-so-important" work, I find myself itching to do something that I have never done before, like every other day in the office. In the end, you have no option but to stub that "itch" in the ash tray of disappointments, just like every other childhood dream you've ever had. Just suppress it and hope it doesn't blow back one fine day.

How long can we continue doing that? Suppressing our emotions and thoughts, suppressing our self expression. Suppressing everything that makes us different from others and unique in our own way.

Who knows when this will change. For now, we need to work.

I have to work, to feed and cloth myself, or to have a future. We all know what happens to the poor, they are just ignored until somebody finds them to be a jackpot for political agenda. So obviously, we all don't want to be poor. We at least want to be wealthy enough to post "cool selfies" on facebook. Or own a fancy touch screen phone. Therefore, you work, I work, everyone works. We spend our adult lives working. Working to stay live. Working to have security. Work for some reason or the other. We have no choice. To be able survive in this world, you have to... WORK.

Just entering into the field of "working", I have begun to realise that there isn't much you can do after a full day's work. "Work" drains you physically and mentally. It becomes difficult to spend time on things you love doing, such as - reading, writing, music, art, carpentry, etc. Those who are fortunate enough to be paid for things they love doing are better off than the rest of us. The rest of us have to toil endlessly, so that one day, we will have the financial freedom to do what we want to and nobody can stop us. We look forward to that "cake". 

But....

Yes, it is a lie. It has always been a lie. Many free thinkers figured it out and tried to advocate it. The world just labelled them "Radical/Socialist/Communist" and cast them aside. Regarded them as crazy people who just didn't have the mettle to stick it out in this world. These free-thinkers had the world's attention for a short period of time, before the whims of capitalist desire resumed to course through our veins again, and we went back to ignoring such truths. 

Many right wing supporters in India are ready to jump at the chance to blame the West for "Modernising" our country, but they will eagerly accept a capitalist's free-market if it means more money. 

We whore ourselves out to currency, but prefer not to look at it that way. We have unlimited reservoirs of contempt towards others, and we seek to compensate it with "more and more money". No wonder we are defected. We harbour so much resentment and hate that it spills into everything we do. It spills into our surroundings. It blinds us from what truly matters, like, "human beings". We pride ourselves for being Humans, yet we indulge in inhumane activities and systems. Because, all we care for is receiving rewards. We believe rewards will make our lives better. An attitude that is a result of insecurity. But, nobody is ready to accept it. Not yet anyway.

The Toilers going to Toil.

And so, I join the Toilers. Toiling away my days working for money, until someday, by the grace of a miracle, I can break away from the shackles of labour and pursue what truly gives me self-expression, what truly makes me, Me. 

Until that day, I am only an employee waiting to be told what to do.

   

An Indian - The Identity that we are born into.

I'm not much for politics. I don't understand the workings of it. But the invasion of propaganda in social media, that recent politics have achieved, has pulled me into it nonetheless. The best example would be the online propaganda war that was happening between Modi supporters and the elite English speaking crowd of social networking. It didn't reveal much on who should be more deserving of rule in our country. Both sides had compelling arguments, though, one side sought to defaming the other. 

  

However, the scenario brought to light how ignorant most of us are. How gullible we can be, given the right kind of probing. There was an evident split in India, among its demographic, on those who really knew what the scenario was and those who were shouting slogans because other people around them were doing it. 

  

On the day that aspirations turned into reality, the day of the polling count, my life remained oddly the same, just with the addition of a very weird fear of how things are going to be in the future. I'm not terrified of Modi coming to power, but I am apprehensive about those "strong-will-development-seeking-monkeys" who are riding the wave of ecstasy after learning that Modi IS coming to power. Modi coming to power doesn't mean we need to PANIC. It doesn't really change our future, unless of course, we want it to. What we need is to move to forward, and not stew in the same cauldron until we attain salvation. What India as a country needs right now is acceptance. Acceptance that everyone is not the same. Acceptance that change is good for the long run, and that you cannot choose to remain in the same shit pile of traditions, customs, and ideologies if we really want to progress. 

  

"Old is Gold" - Yes, true to an extent. But, even old was "new" sometime. Our heritage did not drop from the skies. It didn't just appear one fine day. It evolved, slowly and steadily, changing with its surroundings, acquiring a shape as it moved along. 

  

Our future is going to orient itself in the same way. Slowly and steadily, change will come. It will come in its own time. One thing I'm sure about is that Politics is not going to take us to a better place. 

  

This attitude, that it is the responsibility of Governments to make our world a better and safer place, is a fallacy that we continue to trap ourselves in. Politicians aren't going to take us to where we want to go. They will take us to where they think we want to go. Both are the not same, and ignoring this has been our greatest flaw. 

  

Governments are not agents of Change. They are agents of Order. Modi is an agent of Order. Not the Moralistic Order that you and I read in our English textbooks, but the order that a religion dictates. We like to call ourselves a "Secular" country. Truth is we are not. 

  

We are a highly judgmental society that will tear apart anything that is different from us. We take pride in being an Indian and look down at the western world. 

But, then 

What does is it mean to be an Indian? 

Do we know what being an Indian means? (Don't even bother giving me an academic textbook answer, because even those turds had no idea what they were saying) 

Of course, we don't. This identity of being "Indian" has been force fed and choked down our throats until there is nothing else left in our system. People on this piece of holy land will readily tell you what it means to be an Indian. Ask them what it means to be human, and they will stare at you like you were speaking Latin. We have no Identity as a nation. We are divided not by states, but by caste, religion, culture, socio-economic status, and countless other political identities. Yet, we all sing "Proud to be an Indian". 

  

It disgusts me. We cannot feed our people. We cannot treat them. We cannot fight poverty. We cannot keep injustice at bay. But, we need "development". We need high skyscrapers, we need bigger flyovers and taller buildings, express ways, and fancier bus services. 

We don't know what we want. We exist. We eat. We earn money. And we follow the herd. 

What happens to the person next to us is none of our concern. If our families are well fed and fat, the rest of the world can go to hell. 

  

And, the rest of the world has gone to hell. If by luck of birth you are born in a well to do family, you can have aspirations and do something in life. Otherwise, you are doomed till a miracle comes and touches you. 

  

And that is all that is there is to it. Nothing more, nothing less. Modi can be the PM for all I care. If he runs a totalitarian government, he can do so with a spring in his step. Because, it is not he that we should be scared of, but the society that surrounds us. The ones that will blindly move to his tunes, the ones that will let him wield them as a weapon. It is them that I am scared of. 

  

Modi is one man, he has no authority or power without us. 

  

There is no changing what has already happened. Now, that he is THE MAN. I hope he proves me wrong.             

From the Empty to the Sour...

An empty page is a nice feeling. It stands for the idea that everything and anything is possible. It holds massive potential for possibilities. New beginnings are often the same. The mere number of possibilities fills you with inspiration.

But empty pages don't stay empty forever. They slowly start to fill up. And they keep filling up, and filling up, until you can't write anymore on them. . .
Life is sometimes the same. Full of possibilities at the start, full of potential... but, slowly they start running out of room, until one day there is no room left at all.
I think it comes with age.
I'm just 24. But it already feels so old. My memories as a child or even a teenage boy seem like a lifetime behind me. Or even an earlier life. Just memories popping out from somewhere.

It is age. Age does a weird thing to you. You can't really explain it. It makes you feel like you are more than ready for life, while it slowly squeezes out imagination and "possibilities" from the mind.

I've just started living my life, and I already feel old, and tired and ready to give up. Yet, there is still so much more to do.
...Or maybe I just believe that there is.

Senility can be a dangerous thing. It can seep out the juice from your life and leave you pining for old memories. Memories you can never re-live again.
Yet, I am not senile. I am young, vibrant and full or energy. . .
Maybe I just believe I am. Maybe my mind has grown senile.
Maybe my world has become senile.

Everything around me seems so old. The world of wonder, fantastical creations and good values thrives only in books and entertainment. The world we live in is quite old and dirty. It just doesn't look it.

It is masked by paved roads, incredible cars, radio signals and "modern" people. It's a coat of varnish on old wood. . .

Resignation. That's the word for it. That's what I am feeling now. Resigned that nothing is going to change. That things are going to be the same no matter what. Possibilities seem like distant stars. Sparkling and twinkling in my eyes but forever out of my reach.

Resignation and Senility go hand in hand.
Maybe one starts from another.
Maybe one ends with the other.

Maybe it's a just a bowl of crap.

Maybe I am just asleep.

Maybe I will wake up within the next forty-fifty years and find out that it's a new beginning all over again. 

May our souls rest in peace - A Man.

I'm returning to the keyboard after a long break from writing. The reason for the break was that I had run out of creative juice to write up anything, Not that anything has changed now. But who needs creative juices to write? If every writer is this world were to be phenomenal, exceptional and brilliant, the world will soon become a boring place. We need mediocrity in this world. And I dedicate this piece to all those mediocre people of the world, and I am also a part of them.

This world is a giant factory. Everyone has jobs that they must do with utmost integrity for the smooth and efficient functioning of this factory. Plus, like every other factory this one has it's own goals and agendas. As long these goals are being met as required, the factory will not give two shits about the people who run it. How often do you find a factory where the manual labor is the prime interest of concern? Rarely. Those who are employed to work at the assembly line barely matter to the FatAss "Lords of the factory". If one of these employees dies, it doesn't not even effect the factory much; as long as there is another person waiting to take up the vacant position.

Our world works in a similar fashion. Ultimately all that we are is units that make the big machines run(govts, companies, organizations, and economies). We, the common man, serve no other purpose other than that of numbers. The more the number of workers, the more the output. It does not matter that we commoners might have aspirations or ambitions. It is our duty to follow the herd and keep the turbines running, so that those above us may reap the rewards.

 
I am honestly very tired of being part of this fodder. This mediocre plane, which the world does not appreciate enough. We all just drool over the ones who are brilliant at what they do( like accomplished authors, scientists, great minds, politicians, and what the fuck not) while we feel inadequate and dissatisfied about our own selves.

 

 We keep forgetting that these great minds are no different from us. They posses the same biological anatomy, the same mental processes, and the same number of limbs. They weren't sent here from a superior planet, to come and induce great moments of history in our lives. They are the just the same as us. They were all mediocre, before the world took notice of them and began to perceive their work to be more than mediocre.

The world is a shitty place. Learn that. Embrace that. It is the people that make it less of a shitty place. But who has time to chew on that truth? Everyone has their eyes peeled on that imaginary carrot that dangles in front of them. Everyone is blissfully ignorant of the truth that this carrot is being held in place by those narcissistic capitalist spearheads that only care about that green paper, whilst they lay ruin to this beautiful world of ours and our minds, by polluting and intoxicating us with their heavily fabricated lies of status recognition and desire.

(look at that, it's in full HD resolution)

 Humans deserve more than being slaves to currency. Humans deserve more than just being consumed by their own creations. Or that would be the case in an Ideal World. But if a species is foolish enough to be consumed by it's own "gears and levers", then maybe it deserves the fate at its hands. Maybe humans are not meant for greatness. Maybe it's true calling lies dormant at the wake of its own ruin.

Why am I ranting about all this? Because the forces that cause the above are the same forces that call us mediocre. Creating levels and ranking systems, so that we start calculating what we deserve and begin to believe that it is our right. And when this right is not fulfilled we become jealous, nasty, back-biting beings that just care about what they deserve. A lot of people get trampled in this. A lot of people just become foot notes in History.

I guess, that is what we all fear in the end. Fear of being forgotten and discarded, like that carton of sour milk you just found in your fridge. Is this a real fear? A fear that if you ignore you will die right away?
Let's compare that with a real valid fear. Imagine you are standing in the middle of the road, playing with a yoyo, and suddenly out of nowhere you hear a loud blaring horn of a goods truck speeding towards you, five fucking feet away from your face!! That tickling sensation of butterflies in your stomach that you would feel right then is what I call "real fear". Real fear that if you ignore, you will most certainly die. (Now in this situation even if you don't, you will most certainly die, but that's an entirely different argument.)

The fear of being forgotten or not being recognized is not a "real fear". That's just being scared that society is not going to accept you as a worthy member of its communion. You know what I say to that?

FUCK DAT SHIT!!!

Society is the biggest fuck up of the modern world. If we really want to progress as a species, we need to put something big right up Society's "behind" and blow it up. *BOOM* We need to wipe Society off the face of the earth. But, that would be paradoxical, wouldn't it? Destroying millions and millions of lives in order to move forward... Wait, we're already doing that! *scraps idea* NEXT!!

But, it's true. You, me and the person next to you don't need to be afraid of a pack of wolves tearing our limbs apart. "What?!! You flunked your degree? OMFHBBMOG!!! (Oh My Freaking Holy Blasphemous Bitchy Mother Of God)......You're a dead man walking, you know that? Dead man."

Aren't we supposed to be an evolved race? Why does it feel like we are evolving in the WRONG FUCKING DIRECTION. You don't believe me? I have proof. Look at the Judges of the supreme court of India.

And finally, I'd like to end this post by dedicating this song to all the Gay Men and Women around the world, especially in India. Perseverance and Strength. Enjoy.
Manowar - Warriors of The World

Sweet Juana

Being a druggie is hard. Thanks to the world, society and governments all over, people believe that we druggies just sit and do nothing. I beg to differ. We do more than sober people. Just that nobody sees it. 

Well sure if you actually sit down and compare our lives, you could come to the conclusion that sober people have more productive lives. But, let's step outside of norms for the time being. What does one mean by being productive? 

If you think being productive means fulfilling what the government says you must do to, to  be a law abiding and useful citizen, well, ummm..... slave much?

Well, I'm not calling you a blind minded fuck who believes you're not being a slave to the government, I'm just saying it could end up there if we are not careful. Just saying. But that's just my Anti-State Sentiments(ASS) bubbling to the surface. You are free to disregard it. 

I simply feel a government that is ok with this 

.....is well, upto something. Don't you think? No? Oh ok, maybe it's just me then. 

So where was I? Oh yes, druggie productivity. Hmm. Right. One second. Need to formulate this a little. 

We druggies are intellectual beings that create, destroy and recreate in the world of the Never. We come across brilliant ideas, innovations, discoveries, truths, and so much more. Though, before we can do something about it, you sober people attack us and we are forced to defend ourselves. In which time, that Train of Thought has left our mind space, and returned back to the world of the Never. Opportunity knocks only once, and we were too busy opening the door for you (sober people). Come on, sober people, cut us some slack will ya?

Do you even know how hard it is to cross a busy street when you are dead stoned, and when it is freaking dark? There are balls of light zooming at you from different directions, and you can't afford to panic and freak out and shit. You need to walk straight, in an orderly fashion, so as to not confuse the oncoming traffic into making stupid mistakes and causing a huge fucking "pile on" of a road accident. But it's possible. We do it on a daily basis. We carry a huge burden, and we carry it without you ever getting to know about it. 

Now, as I talk about being high, I would like to remove the-high-induced-by-C6H12O6 out of this, because...haha, when it comes to that area - it's every man for himself. Let's just leave that there. I have no control over what the fuck I do when I'm drunk. And that shit is legal. Government logic. I guess money really speaks to them, huh? But, I shouldn't be one to judge.

And Marijuana is illegal!? 

"Of course! That's wrong. Why would we openly start selling something that will put our buddies, the tobacco companies all over, in jeopardy? No no no no. No fucking way. I sentence this idiot to five years of imprisonment for disrupting peace, spreading harmful ideas, and challenging my sense of logic. Take him out of my sight." 

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Sorry, I got a little emotional there. Just my ASS acting up again. I should control it. The CIA might read this. (CIA, if you are reading this - I will NOT marry juana. I swear. I promise. I am against racism. You should be too. No no. Just saying.) 

So are you getting my drift here? Do you understand why it no longer pays to be the law abiding citizen anymore? (Actually when did it ever?) Anywhooo. I think I over used my Freedom of Expression Right. Should shut up. And give something sweet for the ears. 

May Juana bless the soul of Dick Dale & the Del-Tones for this song:

Miserlou By Dick Dale & the Del-Tones in the movie Pulp Fiction.