Interruption Bureau

It's unfortunate whatever it is but it is the way things are. I have no idea what relation the actual politics and government in power has with all this but it would be curious to know the relationship. When the paranoia subsides the blackmail doesn't really work, especially when one realises that the thoughts one is being blackmailed for are being externally inserted. I'm still connected to my villages and I like it because it is equivalent to having roots, and having roots is not a bad thing. It was tried to prove me manipulative but then it started with directly trying to prove me psychopathic and things like incest so one comes to know that it's all bullshit. Intelligence is redundant here, because the setup is direct slavery. Every single aspect of my life is being micromanaged since a decade and possibly since twenty years and if not, at least sixteen to eighteen years. When the discrimination began a decade ago, things gradually fomented to demoting me in class and the approach used by these individuals was reverting me back to my village days which were mostly summer vacations and unfortunately for these Individuals those were the happiest days of my life, and problem is with the perception of these individuals and not my truth and my memories. My problem has been idealism, I set very high standards for myself and then beat myself up when I fail to achieve them. I expect a very strict code of conduct for myself and when I can't achieve it, I suffer, but that's a personal way of life, and it definitely doesn't mean that I'm weak or afraid. I have high moral standards and when I give in to my lower impulses, which especially in past sixteen to twenty years have been very strong and non-negotiable and yet I have been able to stand my ground, I suffer. I had to go a bit easy on myself when I realised that my conscience and moral standards were being seen as my weakness and were being exploited. I can't falsify the perceptions of the individuals oppressing me even if they are mostly based on delusions and hatred, because that's too one way of seeing things, it's one perspective among unlimited perspectives one can choose to see things in. Though the reasons things started in the first place are problematic. A person was accessed and then hated for no actual reason except discriminatory hatred and then was chosen for continuous torture, while he was already being tortured by his region and possibly his supposed hometown. The hatred was so much that every happiness, every pleasure, every comfort and evey satisfaction was taken away from his life and deepest possible hurts were inflicted on him, as if he had made personal enemies, which he actually hadn't and never had any intention to. Though it later turns out that it's a totalitarianism setup in which people are bred and culled and in between tortured, raped and exploited by individuals above the glass ceiling. Turns out everything is a lie, every single thing, and it's a slavery with God, religion, traditions, morality, social conventions and ethics being used as decoys and excuses for blackmail and torture. I was, very unintentionally, at a place where people supposedly from a different social class than me were present, and it wasn't even in my mind until it was repeatedly hit home to me, despite me never interacting or trying to gain any favours from them. The place, I had thought back then, as democratic turned out to be a place of discrimination and engineered humiliation, while for me it was just a place for exchange of knowledge and pleasantries and a good way to express one's creativity. Though everything become redundant when one realises that it's all slavery and reasons do not matter, they are conjured from thin air. Despite the unexplainable torture and sabotage of my life and career and engineered humiliation inflicted on me, I didn't break down, but the approaches that were applied on me made me aware of the pathos of the common people and the mindless and depraved manner they and their lives are dealt with. The invisible structure behind all this, turns out to be a structure that not only controls the minutest details of lives of people but also rapes, torture, exploits and murders them just for kicks and this structure does all of this with a sense of entitlement despite having no basis or written document signifying its control except for the actual direct control on people that reduces them to slaves. 

Excuses of Pleasures of A Different Kind

What boggled your mind is the extreme materialism in a country rooted in spiritual and philosophical traditions. True, philosophy doesn't really fill stomachs but then the question becomes whether this amount of materialism is really required when the control over people is absolute? The truth however is that the ones in control are addictied to sadism and depravity just like a drug addict is addicted to drugs. These despotic individuals are entitled and spoilt and they have the habit of riding on the backs of the slaves while at the same time torturing them and ultimately killing them. It's just mind blowing how much hatred is present for no reason and how much people are discriminated against without them ever realising that they are being discriminated against but then what can one expect if the control is in hands of individuals who are addicted to exploitation, rape and sadistic torture just like a drug addict is addicted to drugs, plus they are entitled and spoilt too. Hatred and discrimination might be just defences that had been cultivated to as a means of survival or there might be other more complicated reasons, and it might also be so that there are no reasons for this hatred and discrimination and it's just a result of being spoilt, entitled and snobbery. The control is such that it betrays slavery, even though majority of people aren't really aware of it. It depends on perspective though, arrangement can be made such that a person's worldview can be made aberrant. What would be my worldview? Since the past decade and in retrospect even before that I have only seen exploitation and exploitative individuals trying to entrap me and sabotage me. What would or should be my worldview? I have seen that the segregation and discrimination is based on cognitive abilities and knowledge information which is okay until it is realised that it is all intentional and in short by directly limiting people's cognitive abilities and and access to knowledge. So, for those who are I'll fated enough to experience direct sabotage and torture and others too there is direct limiting of mental faculties and cognitive abilities and prevention from access to knowledge. There is one fault about this system of sabotage and entrapment however, that it depends on social life of a person and it gives away that it's not some supernatural, divine or demonic arrangement but a neuropolitical one. The IPRs of people are directly controlled and through it their lives. The approach of sabotage is simple, create a false fact or false truths and take that false truth or fact as a reference for torturing the individual and creation of new false truth. I became aware of the structure, and I despite its clear signs was stupid enough to take a decade to realise the purely materialistic nature of this structure. The sabotage was already on for me, but my imagination was not blocked, presumably for the entertainment of the individuals who were sabotaging me, later with my tryst with short lived and mostly unintentional fame I was discriminated against for my grammar and region and social class, and this happened when I actually wasn't even interested in class mobility, at least of the kind that was implied in my case. An onslaught of discrimination and torture began for me and that made me realise that the individuals involved are so materialistic that they are not even aware of the other perspectives despite having direct access to them. The discrimination began at a broad level at first for me and then it localised. And that made me realise that these individuals micromanage the personal lives of people and rape, torture, extort, exploit and murder them on their whims. That it's not some divine providence that controls the fate of people but a bunch of extremely materialistic criminals who write destinies of people. They aren't even smart enough to even understand the perspectives of people whom they oppress and discriminate against and I would suppose this is not even a priority as it is a zero sum game in which the control, on the party which only loses and gains nothing, is absolute. It's absolutely totalitarian setup in which the individuals in control do things through people and then put the shift the blame of things they have done through them on people itself and then they get an excuse to torture people for which the real reason is satisfying the ego, power trip, a depraved and sadistic pleasures of various kinds. In my case it was individualised and focused sabotage, the reason for it I still am not aware of but it can be that I had attributes that made me suitable for sadistic torture and overt discriminatory oppression and of course the actually baseless hatred having its imaginary base in delusionally perceived attributes in me. Though all the discussion ends once when one realises that it's direct slavery at a level at which there is no escape or freedom possible ever. 

Corrupt Providence

You test the freedom of speech a person has and it doesn't disappoint you. It's quite strange, all of it. The mental designs that can be made out of nothing and for no reason are tremendous and you don't understand why out of all people it has to be you. It really doesn't make sense all of it. How few social media apps differ from other social media apps. For you they were all the same, but it turned out they aren't. You had your theories about them, and after witnessing the truth you still have theories but it doesn't really matter after what happened to you and after what you underwent. It's not about freedom of speech actually, because freedom of speech come after right to live. Here, first, even right to live is in question. The world was almost perfect with all its imperfections, turns out all the so called imperfections and even monstrosities are intricately planned and not due to some reason but due to want of sadistic pleasure of those who have the control. The wheel of time must keep moving and for it to move it needs sacrifices, which are made, not as sacrifices but as a fuel for the machine of productivity and consumption, though the actual truth is that running the wheel of time and the machine of production and consumption is a decoy for mindless torture for sadistic pleasure and exploitation for materialistic gains. It's not that it happens, because it would be pretty normal looking at the history of the world, but the level of existence it happens on. People's lives and deaths are in hands of incompetent idiots, at least in this country I don't know about other countries. It's slavery with tiers of existence and majority of it is mathematical until it isn't. When it isn't mathematical it is the whims of the powerful whose power is invisibility and inescapable control over people with no evidence of slavery and none of the control except for subjective experiences. Who would have thought this can be the case in the modern days? But it is actually the case. It's an anarchy. And it's totalitarianism in the hands of despotic individuals who choose their targets for satisfying their sadism and depravities from among the slaves who aren't even aware that they are slaves. Is it a rebellion if the authority cannot even be seen? And rebellion for what? What's even the point of the rebellion when the structure can control every single thing about people including their thoughts and breaths. It's unfortunate that it's populated by rapists and extortionists but we all know that absolute power corrupts absolutely. 

Exploring The World Through Books

I have a kindle for reading, and I use a text-to-speech reading software for reading my books. I love reading and I love exploring the minds and worlds and perception of the world of writers through their books. Books are like relics that contain worlds within them and I like exploring those worlds. I like writing too and recently I have been reading quite a few books on writing. I have been writing for more than fifteen years now. And I have my favourite things and genres to write but in a world of AI, my writing is just a way of deriving creative pleasure by creating something that I would like to read. It’s kind of, pardon me for the expression, creative masturbation. I write solely for my personal pleasure and I read to explore the worlds and creativity of others.

It’s difficult to read these days, reasons are political so they are not really worth mentioning. Though I try to get my reading quota fulfilled as much as I can. I like noir and hard-boiled stuff and also cosmic horror, I like gothic fiction and Victorian detective fiction, I like weird fiction too. I was brought up in the days when Hindi literature was flourishing and there were numerous magazines and comic books for children and adults alike. It was a great time to grow up in and all the reading back then has definitely had an influence on me. I would definitely like to create the kind of writing that I had read back in the day, those were beautiful times with great literature, and I still miss the worlds that the comicbooks and children’s magazines transported me to back then.

As of present, I like collecting books and videogames. This is my only hobby at present though I want to develop gardening as a hobby too. I have quite a few books and I like reading them when I can read them. The political situation is such that one cannot get enough from reading books and I find it difficult to write, but then I keep trying to read and write. My imagination has suffered, and I am not able to appreciate fiction as much as I used to, but give it a try once in a while and try to enjoy the reading books.

Ashtabhuj - Episode 3

In a dingy room near Manikarnika Ghat in Varanasi a twenty two year old man sat with his laptop. Matth had wasted so much money on getting him admitted in a private medical college for medical education and he had dropped out after two years. His headaches didn't let him live in peace. He had been with the Matth since childhood. Nobody had told him about his past, but someone had told him that he was son of a sadhvi from the matth who committed suicide after he was born. The Matth had named him Vedant. People from Matth had been cajoling him to return to Matth ever since he had returned to Varanasi but he chose to live on his own, writing for money on the internet. His headaches were getting severe and severe as time passed, and over that he had experiences that didn't let him live in peace. A few years ago when he was new in medical college, he had joined an internet platform to make new friends. He had always wanted to make friends outside the matth and he tried for it. But later, he found that the ones who posed as friends only became his friends to gang up and bully him. It was a bad case of cyberbullying that left him scarred and he left that social media website. Ever since he had left that website, he had been feeling odd. He felt that he was the Antichrist, but he didn't tell this to anyone. His days and nights went with severe headaches and one single thought, that he was the Antichrist. He didn't want to trouble the people of the Matth. Most of his childhood friends had already taken deeksha, those who hadn't taken deeksha had married and became priests in the local temples. The head of the Matth had chosen him to become a doctor and serve the Matth and people, and he just couldn't continue with the studies due to severe disillusionment and persistent headaches. 

Ashtabhuj - Episode 2

After Dr. Rajesh leaves, I sit down on the bed looking at the snow capped mountains from the window. It's not even been two days since I've come here and my life has been flipped 360. I was good playing bass for my band. When I had seen Prithvi and Sharanya sitting on a table at the pub I was playing at. Soon after the show I was recieved a parcel that had a phone and a letter that promised to relieve me from the anguish I was feeling especially after my parents death. I sat on my bike and came here, at Kalpa, to the university in search for my answers and now Dr. Rajesh tells me things that aren't really believable. I do not have anything better to except my band so I think I'll play along. 

My phone beeps. 

I pick it up and check the messages. It was Naaz. 

"Glad to have you onboard Jay. Your orientation is my responsibility, and I would tell you everything about what we do and how we do it xx"

I keep the phone down. It's an odd feeling. I do not know these people and yet they act like they have known me for years. I'm curious what it is all about. It's already evening and I get up and pick my laptop up from the table. I check the page of my band, they have hired a bassist from outside, as we do when a band member is absent. I mail them that I had gotten a job and will have to leave the band. Will deal with them on call later. My old phone doesn't work here so I take the sim card from my old phone and put it in the new phone sent by the university. It has a dual sim functionality so it I can be in touch with people in IP City.

It's eight o'clock. The moon is visible and the snow laden peaks still shimmer with its glow. I get up and make myself a coffee. Tomorrow is going to be interesting. 

Ashtabhuj - Episode 1

I am in my room. It is comfortable, just like Naaz had said it would be. I want Naaz to tell me the truth about why am I actually here, and why me? I left my life at IP City and my band and here no one bothers to tell me what are they actually trying to do. 

I hear a knock on the door. I open it. It was Dr. Rajesh. 

"Hello, Jay!"

I nod in return.

He comes in and makes himself comfortable on the chair. "Mind if I sit? You might be wondering of your purpose here. And it is me who had been chosen to tell you your purpose."

"Listen," Dr. Rajesh continues. "You don't seem to be the kind of believe in prophecies. But professor does believe in them and according to him and also our scientific research, you are the missing puzzle piece that makes the puzzle we have been striving to complete, a complete one. 

I listen quietly. 

Dr. Rajesh Continues. "We are a group of people who are searching for ancient artefacts that hold immense power and we are the ones who also prevent them from falling in wrong hands. The University has been working for it since more than past seventy years now. Your coming had been prophesied, and professor believes in you and so you have been chosen to join our team, making it completed. Since the inception of the University, there has been a group called Saptak that dealt with finding and acquisition of artifacts and relics all over the world, and also prevented them from falling in the wrong hands. The seven people you saw while meeting the professor are the Saptak as it is today. You are the eighth new addition to it. We give the choice to you. You can go back to your boring life and playing with your band, unsatisfied searching for the answers or you can search for the answers of your questions with us. The ball is in your court."

"That is not much of a choice, if you know my life as well as you do." I say.

"Very well then Jay, I welcome you to our group. Professor would be immensely happy to hear the news."

Dr. Rajesh gets up and walks towards the door. 

"Naaz will brief you about the details of what we do". She really likes you." He opens the door and walks out.