OH GOD MEN!

'Be simple and patient’, he said as he looked down at the Rolex and shifted uneasily. He had a flight to catch.' Never be in a hurry and avoid praying, god doesn’t count his blessings, you don’t count his praying time', he said half closing his eyes and eying the exit. Barely 50 minutes left for the flight and the driver wasn’t there yet.’ God is always there, with you down the path of life, if you just sit and meditate you will feel him around you, within you, clearly any obstacles you face'. He got up hurriedly as he saw the car arrive, rushing down the aisle, praying that the path to the airport was clear. 

Meet the modern god man. 

Funny how, in a country where poverty is a major issue existing in all parts of the country, people still manage to provide more to the gods than to their own family. 

The tax free trusts are loaded heavier than the national treasury. Isn’t someone who supposedly created everyone and everything, obviously self sustainable and content? Or maybe we blindly follow our ritualistic tradition of bribing, in this case for a better life in exchange for paper money. Even if you believe in that for a minute, do you really think God follows the business model of LIC ? That he needs such men as agents and officers to promote the universal well being in exchange for the gratification of insatiable carnal desires.

This might seem a little stupid and cheeky, but although Indians are one of the smartest races in terms of mental power, the things we do at the orders of people who don’t even have a high school certificate are downright foolish.  No, marrying a tree or dog does not ward off evil spirits. When the Guru asks you to take your clothes off in order free yourself from mortal greed , he is just getting you naked. A set of random rocks on your hands won’t change the solar system and it sure as hell won’t get you a job/wife/money. The only one benefiting out of all this jewellery is the jeweler.

We need to grow up and wake up fast, look behind the hypnotic saffron. When they say they sense an evil soul nearby, you now know where to look.   A constant touring and traveling god man does transcend beyond the normal range of an average human, but only in the areas of conjuring and counterfeiting actual achievements by some rare individuals. Agreed Indians are a wee bit religious and superstitious, but who would believe that we give our inheritances away for the peace of those who gave their blood and sweat for that very inheritance.

‘Selling Moksha’ is the best business that has even been, no degrees needed. Suck it, Harvard.

LONG LIVE DEATH

Once upon a time, on a chilly dark Saturday night old Mrs. Jules sat by the window looking outside as the world passed by, without a moment of thought, blending into the fog that was all around. Oh! How the time had passed, bringing her less joy and more wrinkles. 

There was a knock on the door. 

'Who is it at this god forbidden hour?!?'

Silly did she know it was death, coming to take her to the inevitable end. 

And there was another knock.

 O what it is!!

'I am death!!’ , Bellowed the cloaked figure, agitated from the unnecessary knocking. 

Beth? What is it child?

Not Beth. DEATH!!!I have come to take you, you old rotting bag of meat!  Yes. Death was pissed. 

‘At this time? Could you come back tomorrow to bake stew? I am too tired today. ’

Looking lifeless, the death returned wondering why it even knocked!

However, not everyone is as lucky as Mrs. Jules. Death is all around us, waiting to swoop in the moment you the other way. It’s the only thing that has been in existence from Stone Age till now. That and cockroaches. 

Death brings you peace in this restless life, an end to the never-ending conundrum.  From the moment you open your eyes, take a breath, the thoughts barge in, too much and too many, your actions and reactions to those thoughts, to the people around, the long term sorrows and the short term joy, the perpetual monotony slowly closing in till the extent of suffocation. Then it is death that brings a sense of solace and completion.  

Although, it would be fun if we could die for a while and wake up at will, not only achieving a monk level meditation, but also a cheap and lazy vacation. Perfectly settling both Indian qualms.

Also if you get the timing right, you can sneak up on people saying things about you.  

Yes, it would be totally weird to wake up in a box; if you get late.

If you look at it in another way, death is the only thing that we cannot choose. We are in sort of a poker game with the nature. For each of our nuclear advancement and genetic breakthrough, nature raises us a new virus and mass genocide. A tornado for each time we dig deeper for oil and gold. We are pretty much pissing off the biggest bully in the schoolyard, what do you expect?

Philosophically, aren’t we all a little dead inside?  Some lost their souls, some got theirs killed while others just traded it to be like the rest. We have grown from a calm, self sustaining race to one riddled with morbidity, paranoia and greed. We messed up and obviously ran out on the expiration date. It is nature's time to declare extinction so the following words should bring you peace-:          

THE END 

why rape?

 SHAME SHAME PUPPY SHAME, ALL THE RAPISTS TELL YOUR NAME

Man has invented the wheel, brewed beer, has created robots and made them tread different planets. And yes, the same progressive man has disgustingly and inhumanely raped woman for centuries.
Rape is not and has never been a personal accident or bad luck; it is a maniacal crime with a baneful aura which has been treated with bias, used dexterously, for propaganda purposes and even for fake pacification attempts at the behest of the aggravated anti -feminist groups.
If you look at the oh-so-noble world we live in, there is not a place where a woman can consider herself safe. The moment she steps off the bed each and every place is a hostile environment for her> rooms,gyms,transport,workplace,bars,streets,farms,airports,cafes,hospitals,schools,colleges.When you think about it the bed is not safe too, being the focal point of the very issue. Half the population in the world is a potential victim; even then, rape does not get the proactive attention it needs. A major thorn in the path is the myth that rape is a threat that occurs on the streets at night. The truth however, is far from it. While it’s a common paradigm that rape takes place in some proverbial shady dark alley, it’s an actual fact that 7/10 victims know their attacker and the dreaded act occurs in the home of either the victim or the rapist. Funny how women are taken on guilt-trips by somehow making them think they provoked the attacker with their clothing or gestures. If that is a valid reason rapes should not occur throughout winter or in cold regions? But maybe a girl packed up in a warmer, 2 sweaters and a parka is enticing after all? All you need is a set of prying eyes that put superman to shame.

Instead of the blame games and the introduction of slow help lines, if the issue is to be sorted out, the level of punishment sentenced to the offenders needs to be capital and immoral to the core. A vulgar act needs a vulgar punishment, definitely making the offender think twice.
Picture this, a juicy fat piece of meat tied to the offenders rape tool who is wearing six inch heels escaping a couple of hungry, mentally impaired dogs who throw acid and grope him randomly at any chance they get,  down a shady dark alley. It is not about right?
Even better is to leave them overnight with testosterone spiked bulls in a lonely, isolated shed.

Men show various psychopathic tendencies in almost all women related issues. Does the progress of the women in a shockingly short period make the male chauvinist shift uncomfortably in his feebly dominant position? Furthermore, why are the rapists even allowed lawyers for defense, since they are not human enough to attract human rights?



Don’t Rape. Or I hope an aggressive HOMO finds you.