Thou Art The Ruler

Enlightenment begins the day when you realise that the bhelpuri of thoughts in your head are not yours and neither is the jhalmuri of the emotions. If you are a connoisseur of sev-tamatar you come to know that and you also come to know that for the privileged all the bhelpuri and jhalmuri is theirs and then they transfer them into lives of others. You got to make do people cutting onions on your ass. Very Indian expression? You can use a fork to lift the fresh cut pieces from your behind. You see those who provide food to others, do not tolerate discrimination in food but living in hellhole where you in your mid-20s realise that people are discriminated and prevented from eating particular food items directly from where God is supposed to reside it kind of becomes unbearable, and surprise that too from their own money, it kind of becomes unbearable after a while as the wound swells. This is a problem no Akshay Patra and no mid-day meal is going to solve. Pajeets will keep pajeeting, it's sex and money, in form of rape and exploitation, always remember that, and it's not going to end soon, chances are it will only worsen and the level this shit is perpetuated it doesn't really matter if it ends. So while you are in a multi-level marketing meeting where lower middle class ambitious men and women take part is the "high tea" you can see the dreams in their eyes occluding the demonic lure. Who doesn't want a five star breakfast? I for one don't until I'm staying in one, though I prefer three star, just like I prefer second class AC in case of trains. Once you get enlightened you start seeing the demonic dance, in this ancient nation, that's going on. Where ghee from Devbhoomi is supplied to Devasthanam without procuring an ounce of milk, and gods are silent. Where Ghazals are pristine and rekhta but Hindi poetry has gotten extinct, yes I don't need to discredit art of any kind especially when, well "I'm something of an artist myself", but you know a big chunk of land has already gone "at the stroke of midnight, when the world slept". It hurts but let me tell you, you have no association with the land anymore, this realisation strikes after peeling layers of reality, only true real estate you have is your family and if we are really pushing it, your community. Let the bhelpuri in your head and jhalmuri in your body be, there is no healing from trauma and there is no recovery these are tantrums of white women. The rule for this nation is, your head is blown off and you keep moving and same with your limbs. I have had the absolute pleasure of realising that those who are the rulers of hearts and minds in this country are incompetent, being criminal anyway is a given.