Tuesday, 21 April 2026

Stagecraft

Human resilience knows no bounds. Human soul has the capacity to undergo horrible suffering and still move forward, but the fact remains that the ones inflicting that horrible suffering are again humans. Political persecution, or in case of India, socio-political persecution because society here can't be differentiated with politics at the deepest level, comprises of false accusations. In case of Purvanchal I have noticed four prominent political technologies of exploitation, victim blaming, blame shifting, credit stealing and rape and these things happens at a level where it can't be negotiated with and thus it suffices to say that God, in this case, is itself evil. It's not even a regal architecture, it's a feudal architecture of exploitation and rape which supplies human resource to corporate and industrial architecture and sometimes people's whole lives are a chain of victim blaming. The most baffling part of this architecture is that it has complete information on an individual and yet its engine functions on hate so one eventually realises that hate actually is the true engine of the society. Ever wondered when you travel in buses and trains after seeing people that you have no business with those people and yet ultimately it turns out that even if you don't have any business with them they have all the business with you? The entity that truly rules this country, as I ended up seeing, believes in mindless social engineering of relationships while totally ignoring the fact how the relationships the people have matter to them or if they matter at all, it is essentially authoritarianism and the bad news is that it can be individualised the world keeps going on around you while you personally live in 1984's Oceania. After realising the extent of control and social engineering being exercised in country and the kind of individuals doing it, while the drama of democracy goes on in the media and newspapers, I have little doubt that eugenics in this country is rampant. My idea of this country was a delivery boy ending his delivery job and coming back to his house and reading comics in the cool breeze of the cooler, but that would be too much for a country that relishes inflicting needless suffering on people and where doctors don't feel like doctors and engineers don't feel like engineers and have to constantly assert themselves for being one. What kind of a structure would inflict suffering on individuals who already follow all rules and are law abiding? A criminal syndicate. While this syndicate co-opts criminals for crowd control in the nation and turns them into demons of lust, greed and rape spiritually. The structure in Purvanchal has zero refinement and depends on micro-accusations which are of course baseless, but the mark of a good man is that he entertains them to ascertain whether he really did something wrong by mistake, and continuous barrage of micro-accusations, if the person doesn't have a strong will, is intellectually weak or doesn't have resources, end up breaking the will of the person. Unfortunately this spiritual onslaught is purely materialistic in nature, purely socio-politico-economic. I have seen beautiful indigenous cultures getting destroyed and turning performative and mongrel and the unfortunate part is that the individuals who rule us incentivise individuals from the same cultures to destroy them from within. I wanted to be a psychiatrist once but then I ended up realising that there is no healing the personal without dealing with the systemic and the systemic is a cycle of production and consumption for the lucky and exploitation for the unlucky especially when the system flows in our nerves. The ultimate enlightenment in the country is that the rich and mafia are the actual God and there is no further enlightenment required. Like the zen saying goes, chop wood carry water before enlightenment, chop wood carry water after enlightenment. And Lok Sabha and Rajya Sabha keep going on.

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