Ganarajya 2030

The diary of psychiatrist, Raman Raghav:

It’s the year 2030, an invisible government controls minds and bodies of people by nanotechnolgy given to them by mandatory vaccination. The nanotechnology given through vaccines travels through the bloodstream and lodges itself in the brain and establishes complete control on a persons motor and sensory functions. The brain and the body can be possessed and the consciousness can be hijacked. The real government of the country is just for show. The actual setup is of neuropolitical slavery and is populated with discriminatory rapists and extortionists who rape and murder people based on their whims. They design the lives of people, groom them, exploit them, rape them and finally murder them. They target boys and girls from good families and after possessing their minds and bodies lead them astray. They save the memories and consciousness of people on a cloud and later use them to manipulate and blackmail people. They play long and elaborate games with the lives of people and derive sadistic pleasure from humiliation, deprivation and torture of people. It’s a slavery setup and it’s all neuropolitical. The nation is effectively criminal syndicate where good people are exploited, tortured and raped with the help of neurotechnolgy. They sow seeds of suspicion and mistrust among family members and other relationship. The country is in a state of undeclared curfew because people can’t communicate with each other and those who can, their relationships become a victim of neurological sabotage. Victim blaming and shaming are rampant and rapists and extortionists have access to minds, bodies and thus the lives of people. All kinds of discrimination like casteism, classism and religion and even economic discrimination is propagated at the level of mind and nerves. It’s a anarcho-tyranny in actions and women are just spoils, sex objects and child producing machines. The country has invariably been turned into gulag, which probably it always was.

Word Salad #1

It starts getting out of control. The universe is still expanding after the big bang. Or its it really so? Maybe God created the world in six days, rested on the seventh and then said "let their be light." Maybe the universe evolved from hiranyagarbha. You can't be sure of shit anymore. But you know that there are machine guns, fighter planes and bombs and deadly viruses which you aren't sure we're released as a drastic measure of population control or it really got released. Shit is really out control. It's like sand slipping out of hands. It slowly slip out of your hands, you feel it as it slips out of your handa and then before you know it, all of it slips from your hands. The madness is intense or something like that you tell yourself. Shiva dances in his rage and a new consciousness gets created. A wormhole opens between the earth and moon and you don't know where does it lead, a distant part of universe, heaven, hell, or maybe a different universe altogether. Life is all about extreme options, you would save your family or the world? The idealist would save the world. The realist would save the family. And an idealist who knows the actual truth of the world would save his family again. The world can't really be saved. Light has for long meant good and dark, bad. Truth is that night is the time when predators come out for hunt. It is when they can see and others cannot. How does man see. He sees from knowledge. It's unfortunate that predators now have become farmers. They grow their prey, and then they hunt it for pleasure, who the fuck hunts crops? Some do. It hasn't yet gone out of control actually, but it would. Soon. It's happening. And you see it coming. It's God who made predators, it's him who gave them the power to hunt and it is this power that ultimately made the predators farmers. Big Bang means shit. The one stealing a loaf of bread is hanging on townsquare. Is it mediaeval times? Yes. They were never gone. You thought you'd see flying cars? They might be there soon. No technology for a flying loaf of bread that gets into the mouth of the hungry. Planning a heist is cool, stealing out of sheer hunger is not. Is it getting out of control? Russian roulette is out of control? Only for the one who is forced to play it, and only if he is not well versed in probability. 

Airstrip 420

How predictable it could have been? It's disappointing even if the setup is individualised for you. You recently came across the term tyranno-anarchy and you think it's the most suitable term for the setup in this country. You know shit is political when they threaten you with raping women in your family. It's mindless rape and exploitation, just a bunch of entitled assholes going around raping and exploiting people and destroying families just based on their whims. How funny is it when people believe in religious cosmology and these motherfuckers here use neurotechnology to snoop on people, manipulate their lives, sabotage their relationships and sources of income. It was mind boggling to see that the so called respected religious figureheads are in on this mass scale genocide, rape and exploitation (add neurological thievery and extortion too) which people believe to be God's will or fate. You consider yourself lucky, because in the childhood itself you saw the microcosm of the real nature of the world. The takeaway is: if you trust people in this country, you'd be fucked in the ass. The most fun part of it all would be knowing how it all evolved, especially when these motherfuckers until a few decades ago were licking the boots of the British. You are no renaissance man, and you had no business in all this. You have no idea what incited this much hatred towards you and made these motherfuckers chase you for more than a decade but the pattern has been quite consistent, inducing guilt and exploiting that guilt. There are many methods that have been used, and they do not require any skill other than being an absolute scum of the earth. These motherfuckers think that they can "punish" some one for shit that they imagined, the truth however is that you got to be deserving to punish someone. And anyway it's not a punishment when sadism is involved. Sadism and depravity is the mainstay of this arrangement. A lot of time went by in disbelief of how incompetent these motherfuckers are, despite having access to all the knowledge of the world and the brains that produce it. The threshold was pretty low. The intelligence establishment of this country becomes redundant after realisation of this structure, and you really hope that it's not the government. 

Demon Nation

You want to be that guy, a guy with a motorcycle, going and sitting at the temple of the Mother and writing literature. You have seen the guys with romantic perspectives and aesthetics you saw them get lost in the raids of the uncouth. Finer sensibilities do not matter. The first thing you lost, was your honour, though honour is a thing that is personal too and it is not lost unless you compromise with your codes and ideals. The damage dealt to you was and is of insane levels. They have ruined everything. It's a large scale exploitation and genocide that is going on and the culture is getting raped. Someone is responsible for all this. Who is it, it cannot be known but the ones who are responsible for it know who they are. No one must live in peace, seems to be the motto, no one but them. You remember the Buddha, either he was a coward of the highest order, or he was not. When you live in the world enough, you realise that life is not all Dukkha, not for everyone. It is Dukkha for the majority which the few in power inflict on them. Buddha was one of the few in power, isn't it. You understand the disenchantment though. You really get it. It's the modern times. The times of artificial intelligence and space exploration. Though after what you have come to know and realise, it doesn't really matter. When people's minds and bodies are enslaved forever, exploration of the universe doesn't really matter and actually it's not even the enslavement of the mind and the body. It is the kind of absolute scum that have access to them. Each of them is a standalone entitled genocidal rapist. A normal human being, in this country at least is an automaton of flesh and bones with his relationships mapped, continuously being pumped fear, continuously baited, being manipulated day and night by pumping of preset vibes. The motherfuckers doing this aren't even intelligent enough. The thing that boggled your mind is how low the threshold for being perpetually tortured in this country is. You don't even have to do anything. It can be explained all of it but it is so pathetic that it's better to spare you of that. You know what you want to be, and you know you want to be that because that it's what you actually are. A guy sitting in the temple of the Mother, with his bike parked outside, writing literature. 

Mitigated Hubris

You get your room in hell and you decorate it like an interior designer would do to a newly constructed house. What is the requirement to get a room in hell? In this country it's not much. The thing one should remember here is no matter how worse the conditions become you must always be thankful and you must always respect, no, not those who deserve respect, but the ones who exploit and torture you. Hell, here, just like homeopathic medicine, is individualised. What does a writer want? Just a hell to write about. There are two narratives in your head, one is your real-life narrative and one narrative of your serendipitously discovered alter-ego. The alter-ego knows shit. And he knows a lot of shit. The setup is pretty direct and not very complex. You study and through that study you earn money, or you have skills and through those skills you earn money. A structure works tirelessly to prevent you from studying or gaining skills, and if it fails in that it prevents you from earning money, directly. Why money, because money is the currency of survival. You know shit and you get disappointed because when you know shit you realise that humanity is controlled and those who control it have reduced it to a mere economic system when it is way more than that. But humanity being more than an economic system doesn't mean anything to the autocratic, despotic and tyrannical assholes that control the people and society. The control is direct. You don't know what is the concept of directness in people's head but when you say direct, you mean direct, like the control of a remote controlled car or a robot through a remote. How did you end up here? You don't know. You have kept the room in hell comfortable for now. But the walls keep closing in and as things are going you are bound to get crushed between the walls. Your performance has been great. You have wrestled with impossibility and it's not about winning or losing anymore. One invariably knows what the result of wrestling with impossibility is. You are just having fun. You see life in retrospect and now you have a bird eye view of all that has happened. It's the same individuals who show people dying of starvation, food, and then snatch it away from them, eating all kinds of delicacies in front of them. These are the same individuals whose brains release dopamine when they deprive and inflict sadism and cruelty on the most helpless of people. Unfortunately for them, you were not helpless, not even when you are alone. And thus you lived to tell the tale. You attended God's funeral. And after that you got busy decorating your room in hell. A whole decade of orientation with hell and you come to realise that all of these dreamweaving assholes are idiots. Corruption and depravity is the concrete mix which builds their empire and they are so high and so deep that possibility of God becomes negligible and yet when you were attending the funeral of God, you saw how whole trees grow from seeds, how deers have antlers, how tigers have claws, how fishes have fins and gills and how humans have intellects and you realise that God is not dead, He or She just doesn't bother. It's upon the deer to run faster than the tiger, to use his antlers to counter the claws of the tiger. The walls are closing in, but you realise that it is a contraption not made by God but by human demons who use the name of God like a remote control. It's hot, a bead of sweat trickles down from your forehead towards your eye only to get trapped by your eyebrows. Did God make the eyebrows or was it evolution? Who made evolution then? The salmon doesn't complain getting hunted by the bear, neither is it thankful of escaping the claws of the bear. And you know enough now to not be thankful for anything, except to other humans who have helped you, that, in fact is basic human decency. 

Brain Rot Structure

Two simultaneous narratives going on in your head. One is you and the other is the writer. It can be said that the writer's narrative is a compulsion, while it is not so, one has to suffer the consequences of having an alter-ego. Creativity comes with its own side-effects. The fun part is that people get away with a lot, but you couldn't get away with a simple unintended shit. The truth also is that people lose their dignity and their lives for trivial shit so you know in which category of the two you actually belong to. You took your alter-ego and merged him with the writer. Is this what schizophrenia is? Skhizein (split) phren (mind)? You know the etiology. Shit seems familiar, like a chapter in Kaplan and Sadock. Shit has been consistent with your prognosis, but how mind-blowing it all becomes when you realise that everyone is lying. It's not the mind, or not the mind only. It's also a bunch of idiots moonlighting as authority. You realise that it's not schizophrenia, even though the neurological symptoms say otherwise. The fun part? It's not the sins, it's the virtues. And it is here that you realise that this country, if not the world, is controlled by genocidal exploiters. A lot of techniques are used, like magnifying the vices and minification of a person's good qualities, leaving only bad choices for a person to choose from and other techniques. One readily realises that it is slavery after knowing the scope of this arrangement. The neurological component of it all is very interesting, and it's hard to know that the neurological detriment is caused naturally due to the mind and thoughts of a person or it is induced. All of it is political and all of it is slavery. There is nothing more to know about it. The writer has assimilated the alter-ego which was merely an expression of what the environment allowed. It's great to know that it was not fear. Though now there seems no point in becoming a writer except for writing privately for deriving creative pleasure. 

Elopement

Sitting in the car, she lights a cigarette. He looks at her, taking in her perfume. It's night time and the car speeds on the expressway. His mind is reeling with thoughts. He knows that they can't escape. It is their fate. But they had to give it a try. There is no driving into the sunset here. He signals her for the cigarette. She passes it to him. He takes a deep puff, his eyes fixated on the road. He knows that both their nervous systems are relaying their whereabouts to The Structure. They worked as neurological saboteurs for The Structure. Until they met and fell in love with each other. Saboteurs are not allowed to have relationships and so they are escaping, despite knowing that they won't be able to escape even if they go to the edge of the earth. They have destroyed many lives and it is the first time they have a shot at a life similar to the lives they have destroyed, at least theoretically. The Structure has employed people on them, they can tell from their thoughts, but it is The Structure itself that taught them psycho-neurological warfare and how to defend themselves against it. Love is a stupid thing and that's a thing they both know since forever, and yet love made them want a normal life. The car is zooming on the expressway. This journey is all they have got. They have got cash and they know that The Structure would have frozen their bank accounts by now. The irony of wanting a normal life isn't lost on them but they have a normal life, till the tires keep moving and the cash isn't spent.