Science and art of social justice football

Feb 23 2017


It’s 2017 and the world is a warzone, finding your own corner is difficult, but we can always learn.
Here are the ways to keep you entertained if you are rich enough which i have noticed during my observation of the world, these views are not mine, neither do i believe in them. I’m just stating my observations:

1. Choose a victim
2. Shut his/her mouth with blackmail, and if he/she cries foul shut his mouth by saying that he is playing a victim
3. Set traps, record activities, keep track
4. Destroy his relationships: isolation is a time tested formula to completely destroy someone
5. Bring back the past: the reason here is that people are not made for improvement. A little fault done in past can be used to torcher, because it is 2017
6. Continuously mock that person and destroy his personality and reputation, and then mock him again for not having a personality
7. Blame him/her for every thing around him, like if trains are running late or there is no electricity
8. Sexual sphere: most important, first bomabard him sexuality, track his records, become analyst of his personal relationship and every little thing in it because personal relationships are made for nothing but outside interference.
9. Give a tag that is hard to shake off: sociopath, psychopath, narcissist
Collect evidence to prove it. Turn everyone around him against him, so that nobody can willingly support; also amplify his faults to such a level that he becomes hated and since it’s a chain reaction god save him.
10. Do not forget to cut off his future prospects. Destroy the future prospects thoroughly, because people are not meant to get better
11. Pursue with complete dedication for four years; isolate, destroy, humiliate, and tag, label and when he reaches a miserable state then shame and repeat the same again.
12. If he survives then tag him to a bigger issue such as communism, feminism or may be national interest and repeat the process. Add gaslighting and gangstalking according to the taste.
13. Cyberbullying should be continuous so that to damage his self-esteem, and when that happens blame him again for lack of self-esteem.

Things to note:
1. Never consider the mental, emotional, social and financial toll on that person due to continuous humiliation for 4 years
2. Even if you consider it, ignore and repeat
3. Make it viral, because it doesn’t matter to know that person closely, assumptions are good enough
These are the observations; and what i have personally gone through. Society is the biggest judge. Social justice makes things better by letting us know that there is no scope for improvement and we all are shit.

The queen

May 21, 2016

Some women are like queens and that too generous ones. They make you feel so humble with their generosity that you get amazed. You know that you can’t get them but then you decide to guard them with all your might. You become the queen’s guard.

Love is a commodity and in these sad times when you get such a woman even just for some time you decide to protect her fiercely. May be she doesn’t need you but deep down you know that she does. At least in today’s world, at least one person who has dedicated his life to her.
She holds you in her arms because she is knows that guards need protection too. All you want is for her to be happy. Everyday of her life. You want to keep her safe. Keep her children safe. No matter to whom she belongs, you belong to her and this is enough.

She gives herself to you and you know that she is binding you forever in an invisible bond that is impossible to break.

The lucky ones get whom they love and the luckier ones get to dedicate themselves to her. The queen.

Examination of a manimal

Dec 5, 2015

Man is a social animal. We are taught this thing in school. I am a man, and thus a social animal. If a man is not social, is he an animal? This is a point to ponder on. If a man is social and still not social ; if a man doesn’t like other humans but still loves them based on their individual qualities, what would he be? Almost social animal?

There are a thousand things to be grateful about, and so many more things to be angry and sad about. Corruption is the right of high and mighty, and sin and a crime for the lower ones.
Some things are corrigible, they can be amended in right time to prevent damage, other things are way beyond any sort of repair.

A positive outlook of life is what humans and animals are designed for. But then life is designed by god to test humans (peace be upon me), and thus negativity invades the psyche. Some people have the tendency to swim against the current, and some have the not so special talent of going with the flow. A careful assortment of qualities and vices to engage oneself in different experiences and at the same time aiming to be completely reluctant to assuage the effects of it on one’s tender self.
A continuous self-examination, and pushing one’s own limits tends to corrode the self, and make one prone to disdain of others.

Sometimes in a vain attempt to kill or conquer one’s ego, one scatters it in a thousand places. Each dismembered piece of the ego becomes an artefact, and much to other people’s consternation this intricate wreck still manages to function under the unclear boundaries of normalcy.
It is here the difference between man and animal becomes clear, and the biblical fact that god made man in his own image becomes amusing.

Help

Dec 3, 2015

Natural disasters, terrorist acts and other calamities. People lose their lives and and their possessions, but the ones who survive are filled with a sense of immense gratitude, most of the times.
Why do people help each other in bad times? There may be different motivations. My personal motivation is that i wasn’t helped. People are helpful though, if they think you are a stranger, or grateful, or if they are good people.

We are generally like a bunch of crabs in a bucket. But crisis has an amazing way of binding people. Women and children crabs are the first. Good crabs are the last. And the best one are left in the bucket to rot with no one to push or pull them out of the bucket.

Why do good people help? Because it is their nature. Why do assholes help? Because they would take advantage of this favor later. Some help for social recognition. Some help for showing off. And some want to help but can’t. Humanity survives because of help. But there are some screams which get muffled in the noise of the crisis. A few have an eye for that. A crisis is a crisis. Doesn’t matter what kind of a crisis. If you save a life, you are saving a hope of saving many other lives. Rescue a fireman or a doctor in a flood and you are saving many others by that one deed.

Even a retard is intelligent for himself and would save himself if required. That means every person is capable of helping at least one person. And if by chance they are not, they need someone. Some one like you.

Unworthy snippets of randomness

Nov 1, 2015

We should live in the present, most of the smart people and wise men tell this piece of advice. I live in present, and future and even in the past at once. It may not sound as wise as a wise man’s advice but it is fun. It is like a curry with lot of spices. You may not enjoy individual flavours but you will enjoy the experience and seldom will you get bored.

People have individual choices and likings. I have my own of the same. Some people go straight, some go round and round and some prefer running on a treadmill and sweating without moving an inch. With so much variety in the world and with so many individual choices, how smart are we to expect someone else to have similar choices as us. And if by any chance we happen to get such people we thank our stars for it. Our star is sun. Thank you sun.

It is amazing that everything is beautiful in the same proportion as it is ugly. The beautiful sky, the rivers flowing towards the sea, the land with various characteristics at various places, the changing seasons; looking at all this, one almost becomes sure of existence of god.

Money is like artificial sweetener. It can give you lighting but not sunshine. It can give you air-conditioning but no cool breeze. It can get you women but not necessarily their love. Real wealth is not money. Money is just a survival tool. Real wealth is to be able to live as you wish. It is good to have individual choices. But a man is richest when he doesn’t need money. This is actually possible, although extremely difficult in today’s scenario. Economics and finance are two of the few subjects we just peed on. Now just don’t tell me that pee is liquidity.

My heart is gasping..

Oct 31, 2015
I am a kind of person who likes to spread happiness. Not that obvious by the kind of content i write, but depressed stuff is more like just giving back to my dear society.

I was a happy go lucky kid, mostly into science, comics, and gully cricket. But as i grew up i saw some terrible things happening and couldn’t take it. Growing up is a tough job, especially if you are a kid.

I have always been in love and awe of the decade i grew up in, the 90s. Sometimes i start feeling suffocated in the 2000s and just want to go back in the classic time i grew up in.

The 90s, when i was free to think anything because television and Internet were far less powerful. When movies meant feel good movies like the Karate Kid. The time when i could pee in my flower pots and no one would judge me.

What a suffocation it is that we can’t unlearn what we know. Ignorance is bliss and i haven’t felt that bliss for quite sometime now. Neither will i ever feel.

90s bollywood was crappy but still amazing; i still can remember arre re are ye kya hua and the taste of soy milk that i was drinking at the time when i first heard that song.

Growing up is not for everyone, and certainly not for me. The kid in me refuses to die, and the adult in me is a dead man walking. I miss that time and i miss not realizing that i am just a mass of cells on a planet of an insignificant star of an insignificant galaxy in an infinite universe.

Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear
Ghan dham dham kare, darr jaaye
The clouds are thundering, my heart becomes afraid
Ek boond kabhi paani ki mori ankhiyon se barsaaye
A drop of water sometimes flows from my eyes
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear
Teri jhori daaroon, sab sukhe paat jo aaye
When I spread (open) your bag, all the dry leaves come
Tera chhua laage, meri sukhi daar hariyaaye
When you touch me, my dry branch (body) becomes green
Dil hoom hoom kare, ghabraaye
My heart is gasping, it shivers in fear

Strawberries of pain and cupcakes of realization

That unfeeling feeling of immense loss. When you lose something or someone very important and can’t even share it with anyone. The world continues moving at its pace but your life stops. Pain becomes your friend and ultimately you get so addicted to it that it becomes the drug you thrive on.

The loss sometimes gives thoughts of revenge, sometimes you get angry, you hate yourself for being helpless, and you blame god. The loss is so tremendous that it wrenches your heart of all emotion. The heart wants to make up for it. But it is impossible. You can only try to compensate but never fulfil it. A permanent vacuum in your heart, a feeling of emptiness stays with you wherever you go. You try to compensate, with each and every means possible. You had heard somewhere that love can heal pain, it can soothe, it can comfort. The suffering is so excruciating that you would want the pain to be alleviated, and thus you search for love. But love is a business; and here, double realisations. And it dawns upon you in the worst time it could possibly have. Now you have nothing. Your heart is empty and your eyes devoid of tears. Pain has turned into numbness and you have turned into an unfeeling automaton just trying to compensate for the loss in any way possible.

You said compensating for loss? World is indeed a market and everything is business. It is barter. Love for money. Sex for love. Care in return for protection. Have you become abnormal? Or have you started to see things clearly? The world acts this way. Why didn’t you see it early? It was never about god, never about religion, nor about the society. It was not about your family or country, and not at all about your job. It was not about your passion, nor about your calling, neither it was about the higher purpose of your existence. It was always just about you.

The B and C of betrayal and cheating

Betrayal is not a sweet thing. In my opinion it is ugly. I have been on the receiving side numerous times and may have been on the giving side unintentionally.

The real picture of the world is cheating and betrayal. The ones who do not cheat and betray, will be cheated and betrayed till they are dead. The sacrificing ones will be made to stand on the podium and encouraged to continue with their great work while selfish ones rip others of their skin and bones. The sacrificing ones will be betrayed into throwing away their lives for others which is actually good for them because their self-destructing instinct wants the same.

World is an intricate mesh of systems designed to make cheating look like honesty. An ideal world of honesty, truthfulness and of being able to accept one’s responsibility is only possible theoretically. The law can see things as black and white but reality is different. The law fails most of the times because the black and white many a time depends upon on what angle the light falls upon the object.
Innocence and goodness is bound to suffer in this world, and consequently would continue to produce self-sacrificing idiots whom the self-serving assholes will trample to achieve their goals.

We are being betrayed every moment. We are being cheated every moment. And we are doing the same to others because we are free to do so. Behind this facade of greatness, sacrifice, care, love, tenderness, all we are doing is serving ourselves. The best we can do here is to stop cheating ourselves.

I follow strict moral codes when it comes to others but my personal codes do not bind others to not to cheat me. I can’t let go of my codes, and whenever any mistake happens, i feel terribly guilty. The guilt trip is one of the most favourite hunting device of social predators. And these social predators with their self-serving ideals are being most true to the nature.

If you can’t go according to nature, it is your fault and you are going to suffer. And that suffering will ultimately get you on the right path. But among all this,even the most vicious ones are better than you, because they do not betray themselves.

God is alive and kickin

This is how i pay for being true, honest and kind. This is how the design is. I had well understood this as my suffering had begun. We carry our individual hell with us, at all times, and our paradise too. The satan walks with us, and the angel too, but for me, the God is dead.

We have individual rules for our hell. One hell can be different than other, by having more complex and difficult rules. Achieving some heavens can be so difficult that they may be almost impossible.
Failed to help someone even when you wanted to? You are going to burn in hell forever. In another hell it is not even an offence, even snatching food from a hungry person is not an offence there, may be it is the pre-requisite for the heavens.

When i failed to understand the world, biology became my bible. And Nature, my god. I am the son of Nature, the Natural Jesus or NJ who gets on the cross all the time for other beings. And yes, Jesus loves you.

I am just fed up of the facade of our dear society, but then it is necessary to keep people deluded because not everyone is sensible, and not every one is Jesus.

I have had my experiences with God, before i started believing in Nature like a pagan. God basically helps those who help themselves, and he helped me too, till the time i was able to help myself, then i suffered some problem and couldn’t help myself. My bad. I have nothing against God. The day i realized that God is dead, everything became God for me. And specially the nature.

God is the rising sun, the falling leave from the tree, the blooming flower, the drops of rains in the monsoon, the innocent smile of a child, the chivalry of a man, the beauty of a woman. Shiva, Parvati, Ganesha, Allah, Jesus, million other Gods of Hinduism, the pagan gods, the Greek gods, the Norse gods, the chinese, japanese, i am free to believe in all of them. I can scream and tell the deluded ones, that their god is dead, but mine is and are alive and kickin’.

A little dash of Nihilism

Knowing oneself is difficult. But we can know the basics, or the essence. We are work in progress, and we can keep building ourselves till we reach our deathbeds.

I consider myself a strong person but then Einstein had talked about relativity and a person is only as strong as the forces opposing him are weak. A tortoise can’t be harmed through its shell but has its vulnerabilities. I had my vulnerabilities and the damages were spot on, and continuous. Sometimes i wonder that a person as sensible and useful to the society as me, why he had to go through so much trouble, but then i realize the futility of this question. We as humans are so self-obsessed that we fail to see the bigger picture. But if you decide on seeing the bigger picture, it keeps getting bigger and bigger and never ends.

It is all about acceptance in the end. How much ever damage you undergo, accepting the damage and moving on would be the best approach.

I failed to accept the damage. Couldn’t do it because i did not deserve it, and it was not my fault. I am basically a stubborn person, and that tends to aggravate my problems.

When you end up knowing too much, you start sharing Lovecraft’s view of the world. But then humans are not designed to be Lovecraftians, not all of them. We are designed to be deluded to release enough serotonin, and keep ourselves happy and to be able to pass our time till we reach our deathbeds. Let us not forget to be a work in progress till then.

Nonsensical on love

What am i trying to do? Am i trying to stitch imagination and reality together? I may tell you things about love, but you won’t be able to get it unless you yourself have been in love. The whole world just disappears and the one whom you love becomes the world. It is so fascinating, this process. In a world of so many people, a person becomes so important to you that it becomes difficult to breathe without their presence. You want to hold them so tight that they get into your skin and bones. Each and every thing about that person looks and feels so special. Being a physiologist, i can give scientific reasons for all this but why to ruin things?

Man wants to find out reasons for everything. I want to find out the reasons for everything. Knowing reasons as a race helps us in our development, and as an individual gives us an edge over others.
But in case of love, even if you know the reason, it is not going to help much. To love one must be able to feel. And most of us are capable of feeling. Some of us are so good at feeling that constant disappointments render us incapable of feeling.

We all want our paradise. But in hurry to reach there we board the train to hell. There is no one out there in the world made just for you, saying this will be a cruel and wrong thing to say. There may be someone just like you out there. But what are the chances they will meet you? Till then you will have to be with people, whom you decide to love, and do your best, and most of the times fail. Constant failures in love lead to a reluctant approach. And sometimes it’s not even love. It is just two people trying to act like they do in movies.

Love i think is a luxury, which is available to all in some form but to a very chosen few in all forms. The problem is the devastation which happens after withdrawal of this luxury.

drifter talks

It is all about taking the opportunity. If you do not take it, things are going to be difficult. One is basically the choices made by him, or the choices made for him by others. The reality is a little not too sweet and that is not an issue. Circumstances and fate also play an important part in the life of an individual, and sometimes they may play much bigger part than choices.

We generally try to mold the world as we want to see it from the things we know about it. It is always incomplete, and it always will be.

I never wanted to delude myself. I stripped myself of all my defences and experienced the world, and sadly it is all so mathematical. So, i made my choices. I have my things, my interests, my passions and i pursue them. At a time i decided to let go of beliefs and acceptance of general population and walk on my own individual way but it is a very difficult thing to do. I have been doing it for very long, and this way of life is a part of me now, but surprisingly still, i am able to mingle with people easily. But i do not like people much, and it is very rare that i like someone.

Loss teaches you a lot. And the kind of loss i underwent was a cruel joke. I am very clear in my head, and i tend to follow a set of rules to prevent myself from going astray.

Right choices at right times prevent damages. Events happen in a series, in a string. Sometimes you get so tired that it becomes an effort, and this is where you need to be passionate enough to carry yourself well.

Life and friendship

Life is one hell of a complex thing. If you set out to understand life, you are doing nothing but trying to court insanity. Life is meant to be lived and to be lived without inhibitions, except the necessary ones.

Life can be simple if we can take it in a linear fashion. We live through our interactions with the surroundings.

My life is dependent on the interactions with people and places, everybody’s life is. Going to my friend’s place from my solo lifestyle. Uncontrolled, reckless for a few days, cartons of cigarettes scattered everywhere, rolling grass, and participation in my group. Songs being played on music system, trippy, soulful and popular music playing, in strange order.

Sometimes i feel like playing Pink Floyd and going to the depths of Comfortably Numb.
Beautiful memories with my friends stringed together. Memories at different places, on beaches, at hills, at farms. I always feel that the presence of people keeps lingering at those places even after they leave. I feel that presence of us, at every place stays there. We are captured in that time frame in infinity.
The burning fags, the rolled joints, chips packets, empty bottles of booze are the glues that keep the friendship together, even though tend to harm us individually. Friendship holds us like nothing else, though if we think properly, it is all just in our head.

Life is complex if not taken simply, same with friendship, though it looks a lot easier. Some say friends are the closest enemies, and still some tell to keep enemies closer. How will you believe anyone?
Anyone and anything can be a friend. Places, things, people anyone and anything. Also, life is great if you are friends with yourself.

Hills have heart

It is much about how you see the world. I want to travel places, and inside i know that all places are essentially the same. The trick is to not to stay at a place for too long.

I am in love with hills since childhood. Hills have these qualities i like, they are quiet, strong, beautiful, providing and deadly.

I am a poet because of pain, and i love expressing myself through words. I would have been a great painter if i knew how to paint, but since i don't know it, i paint with my words.

If i am given choice between freedom and independence, i would choose because freedom is actually possible. I am basically a slave, like all other people, but i can dream. The first freedom is to be able to dream.

Dreams can be impractical but they still are dreams. If I am given a choice between pleasure and peace, i would choose peace.

I want to drive to hills and roam from hill to hill. I want to use my medical skills for people who really need it. Not for them, but for myself. When you do not get something you really need, and by need i mean NEED, you tend to find your peace in providing others what they need. But the real trick is to find the people who REALLY need something.

chicken soup of the drifter's soul

The clarity of the thought process is very important. To survive life in your own way, you need to be either very brave or crazy. Things what matter to you do not matter to others, this makes you lonely, but this also makes you so unique. You see a lot of people everyday, with their own concepts about life, mostly defined by their wants, needs and desires. Your life too is shaped by the same process. What makes you so unique? Nothing. So that means you are unique and not unique. But that’s just the matter of the level you are thinking on.

Society, or the world as we affectionately call it is a wild place. We are all trying to justify our actions in this cut-throat competition. You gotta run the race, and if by any chance you are left behind you gotta take the shortcuts. Some people do not take the shortcuts because they are wrong, it’s a matter of personal choice. You can live with pleasure or die with your values. Any sort of logical mind will prove inefficacy of value systems as far as happy personal life is concerned. Though values help in the proper functioning of the world as a system and thus affecting the individual in a positive way on an average. The downside is that it’s the good ones who end up paying for the values and compensating for the idiots in the society, but when you are talking about the population, it becomes a quantity and individuals have to be ignored for the greater good.

You can transcend your limits, especially the limits set by you on yourself, and you can transgress the value systems to know how far can you go. Kindness begins at home, like charity. As humans we have to learn too much still. Man is the most intelligent and worst animal, because what is best is also worst. Being a vegan is good, but not if you are a terrible person. Being a feminist is good too but only if you have the guts to go to third world countries and rescue the oppressed women. Being fat is not healthy, and also not wrong. Being a chauvinistic arsehole is a choice, and tells nothing about you except that you are a chauvinistic arsehole. You can change the world, but only if you have power. Knowledge is not power. Power is power. Knowledge is just the beginning of power and power means that you’re gonna stop thinking about changing the world and start thinking about ruling it.

the drifter

A drifter. A wanderer. You do not have enough money. You are a trained man of medicine and you want to use your medical skills for charity, not for money, but the idea is far-fetched and selfish because you want to do charity for yourself and not for others. You have some faults in you that you do not like. But that’s ok, everybody has their shortcomings. You look at yourself and realize that you are not suitable for the present world. Can you go back to the 19th century, in your head yes you can. You can be eccentric and get away with it. You have a regulator for your eccentricity and madness. People around are marrying and having kids. You are busy regulating your eccentricity and madness.

Your head is busy concocting stories, just so that you can avoid pain. The pain that the world isn’t what you thought. But this is the pain that has made you what you are. Conflicts will always be there, whatever you do. You let yourself go. You tried to see how far you can go, you failed to do that, because it seemed limitless.

Reality is not fiction, and you are not a hero in reality, no body is. We are all just characters playing our roles, and within that role, numerous other roles. You survived, no body in 19th century would’ve been able to do that. Shelly couldn’t survive. You did. Thanks to the 21st century.

The modern times are yours, now wear that jacket, pick up those goggles and your helmet, and stop giving a fuck.