Black Text

One has to go through a kafkaesque nightmare to let the invisible bureaucracy make sense. The world keeps on folding over itself to make sure that there are no free lunches. In my village however, back in the day, there were free lunches. Free lunches are not always incentives, sometimes they are common courtesy and manners too. In the 90s there were bumper dhamakas from the wholesellers to retailers which have become rarer and rarer these days. Businesses have consolidated and no bumper dhamakas are a prime example of climbing up and pulling the ladder. The invisible bureaucracy suddenly start to make sense and then the kafkaesque nightmare loses its potency. The kafkaesque nightmare has to have some style to remain potent and when it fails to uphold the style, there goes all its ambition to become a nightmare. You start with the assumption that you are one of the one and half billion, and how can shit be all about you? Turns out shit is actually all about you. How could it be? Well it is how it is. You see the hyperstratification. People flee from their villages to the city to escape persecution, knowing little that the system walks with them. An intimate blackmail walks with them wherever they go. The village was a prison, the city was a prison, the country is a prison, the planet is a prison. The state of existence that one discovers after, well, coming face to face with reality can only be explained through gnosticism. It doesn't matter though as there is no philosophy except "keep on breathing as long as you can" required in a gulag. Can God be this cruel? Well, you did not complain when women were getting raped and children were getting kidnapped in the 90s? You were busy going to birthday parties and eating cake, mithai, samosa in that silver paper plate and cold drink in that plastic cup. You only came to know there is no order because you directly suffered that there is no order. You saw individuals inferior than you thinking of you as inferior, the only catch is that they want to achieve unachievable superiority over you but they can't because they are inferior to you and thus the unachievable superiority translates into infinite torture to your mind and body, thankfully not the soul because the soul recovers once the delusions are shed. A person who wouldn't sell his soul no matter what ends up retaining his soul as his mind and body get tortured, but in this process every scripture, every morality, every philosophy ends up falsifying itself, what remains in the end is ethological psychology, a Darwinian Pavlovian psychology. You always knew that Hitler if he had gotten into the art school he applied to wouldn't have killed so many people, but then Hitler ended up taking the blame for numerous other Hitlers behind him and in front of him. It's always a scenario of between a rock and hard place. People wouldn't have been talking of gnosticism if the right side had won. People talking of the Matrix are transformers now. Neurons grown in labs now power Artificial Intelligence and one would think where is ethics? There never was. It was just the illusion of ethics. God is the drug, because even after impossible sadism inflicted on body and mind, one ends up thinking what if there is a God? Here is the the thing, if there was a God, he would have intervened by now, unless he really enjoys rape. A person gets raped and their protest is neutralised by a clever argument. Well, it is this easy to neutralize protest of rape, just a clever argument, it doesn't even have to have a basis in truth. The final takeaway? Land and resources are acquired by war and wars are won by domination and once the war is won, this domination flows into the arteries of people. Power and domination then become the ultimate truth of civilization while one wears the blindfold of culture and civilization. I like to know the name of the poison being injected in me. It's all cyclical. Socrates knew it, Jesus knew it, any person sensitive enough to care about humanity knows it. It's Kaliyuga and it's forever. Satyuga is just first class, Kaliyuga is where all the happening thing is. It is here a man turns into a bug while the system sprays pesticide on it. Sometimes it's not that easy getting rid of bugs, especially in a rotten environment and especially when Satyuga has to come to Kaliyuga for catharsis. When Satyuga has to come to Kaliyuga for catharsis, it is here one realises that Kaliyuga is the ultimate truth and it is forever. The leather jacket hangs, and one has to pick it up. Farming was easy and it's nothing personal. The problem arises when farming gets personal. The rot is only manure. The leather jacket has been picked up. It was a long time coming. Some bugs are good, better than viruses at least. It's Mcafee time!