The Hideous Dream

 “Hey mate you ain’t wanna stay out in the open for the night. You ain’t gonna survive the cold. We have to find some shelter for the night.” Pat was rather not interested in the discussion. He was just enjoying riding his horse and looked nowhere but forward and went onward. Ryan, being the more concerned, again reminded him by saying, “It ain’t gonna do this way mate. We have to talk over it.” This time Pat seemed to get offended and just replied; “Yeah! Yeah! Don’t worry so much mate we will find some motel on the way and surely I have enough to pay for it.” Ryan was rather not convinced by the answer but reluctantly agreed to what Pat had told him as he already knew that it wouldn’t be worth to tire his vocal cords trying to reason with this obtuse individual. It would rather be better for him to stick around and try to speculate and try to guess the probable problems that they could face. Ridding, ridding, ridding through the marsh lands they did ride meeting all the people who were staying nearby and Ryan being the more descent one even lowered his hat for certain people wishing them good day.

It had now started getting dark, Ryan had started getting tensed thinking about their shelter for the night. Pat was still on his ridding and enjoying every moment of it and singing to the rhythm of the trotting horse “ta rum da dum da um……..the older I get, the more I can see, how he loved my mother and my brother and me……..”. “STOP SINGING! We must find a place for the night,” shouted Ryan. “Calm down mate, can’t you see that mansion with the dim light? Maybe not a motel but of course we can ask the owner to provide us with a place for the night,” replied Pat. “Oh yes! I am much relieved,” sighs Ryan.

As they came closer to the mansion they saw an old lady, not having seen her face and having concluded from the hunched back that she had, covered with a black shroud, her head having been covered, carrying a candle she was headed towards the forest. The men found it really weird to see an old lady at such time of the night. Just that moment, a beautiful young women standing in front of the mansion asked Ryan, “It’s quite some time of the day I think you have come here for shelter. I own this inn but I would want you to pay in advance. ” “My friend here Pat will pay you all that you need”, replied Ryan. Both the men went in to the mansion and were given a common room with two beds. The mansion seemed to be really old and there were spider webs all around the room, being in the nature of men they didn’t care much of the conditions that existed in the room. By now the young woman had already left; asking them to make themselves comfortable for the night.  They had their dinner from what they had already brought with them and then went off to sleep.

Suddenly, “Thak! Thak! Thak!..............Thuk Thak Thuk!”, There was some strange noise from the attic and this had woke up Ryan and he had already taken up the rosary and started praying. He then saw that same old lady whom they had seen outside with the black shroud and the candle but this time she had revealed her face, it being half burned and the part of the face that was not burned had the same features as the young lady who had proclaimed that she owned the inn. By now even Pat was awake not by the sounds in the attic but by all the shakes he received from Ryan. Ryan by now was extremely scared and didn’t know what to do. The old lady, with her blue half burned eye gave an evil smile to both the men. At that moment John screamed and woke up realizing later that it was just a dream that he had just experienced. Panting and sweating reached out for a glass of water, after he felt a little better he went back to sleep again hoping to experience a better dream this time.

 

The Tibet Crisis

The issue of the freedom of Tibet is a far pressing issue in the 21^st Century, especially being just after the era of decolonization. Tibet, in this regard, is no different, being under the administrative control of the People’s Republic of China, in other words, a colony of China.

Here, if we are to be rational, we have to evaluate the situation of China and the ideology behind the annexation of Tibet. The Communist regime of China, at the time, we shouldn’t forget, had the ‘Forward Policy’, so whatever the Chinese did was justified, at least in their minds. In other words, they had cause to do, what they did. For someone who has a little sense of knowledge would know that, the concept of right and wrong is a fallacy, so, at the end of the day, it boils down to what one believes and if the Chinese believed that, in doing what they were, they were right, that was just their perspective of things. Besides, probably, the then Chinese Leader envisaged a Unified China with Tibet as an integral part of it, which, again we must note would conform to the “all under one umbrella” ideology of the Qin Dynasty.

Being an Indian citizen, the opinions in the post might be a little biased, although I shall try to be rational. The fact is China, no matter how much Indians deny, poses a threat to India, given its history with India in the recent past, mainly the 1962 war and the Askai-Chin issue. If Tibet were to become an independent nation, it would greatly benefit India because there would actually be a land barrier between the two nations. It would also weaken the great nation of China by starving them of natural resources, specially Gold, Iron Lead and uranium and the vast reserves of forests, which at present China is utilizing or plundering (depending on perspective).

The disintegration of China would also greatly relieve the Western Powers. The concept of a Bi-polar World has never worked and history is witness of that. The rise of China in the various fields and as a nuclear power just makes the Western Powers nervous. , Therefore, the Western Powers will definitely help the cause of Independence for Tibet, not because they care for Tibet but because they fear the rise of China more.

Here, let me make my stance clear, I am for the complete freedom of Tibet, acknowledging the fact that the PRC and Tibetan region of China have totally different cultural backgrounds and although PRC claims Tibet to be an integral part of China, it simply cannot be deemed the gospel truth. That is of course a personal opinion and whether right or wrong is again debatable but for me it’s right and that’s what matters. My stance is not because I am a Tibetan sympathiser, hell, I have nothing to do with Tibet; but as I discussed earlier, the freedom of Tibet is of strategic importance to India and being an Indian citizen I definitely acknowledge that.

Whilst in a conversation with an acquaintance, I remember the person mentioning, since complete freedom from China is not possible, the Tibetans demand for autonomy. The thought of which, for some time at least intrigued me but thinking deeper into it, I think this is just a ploy for the Tibetans to enjoy the privileges that they get at present for being international refugees. They can go to anywhere in the world and settle in any country they want without much hassle for a visa/ green card or other such documents. So, the idea of autonomy doesn’t fit my small little brain.  

The issue of Tibet is not an issue which will be resolved so easily, it is a highly complex issue that the world has to deal today. There is no Black and White, it’s always Grey, in these aspects.

I Am Getting Old

It’s the end of February, never too late for a New Year scoop, is it? Ah... Well doesn’t matter. At this point in time I only remember, what used to be.

Those were the days of Orkut; I used to be in school then. Back from school, I used to rush to my 256 MB RAM, desktop, which, I should tell you, was quite formidable at the time. Well, many might be thinking, I used to rush to the computer because I had some academic agenda or maybe some gaming agenda but let me make a confession, it was all about Orkut.

The raging hormones got the best of me; I am thoroughly embarrassed as to what I used to do at the time. Simply, OPEN ORKUT à Go to communities with abundance of GIRLS (like communities of Girl’s Schools) à Pick random GIRLS and send them friends’ requests.  Oh damn, I could actually do that, many the times these girls would accept the requests too and there started the never ending chatting escapade through the very famous scrapping in the scrapbooks. Talk about virtual life?

Some of the then made relations were good and some of them are friends even now but most, well, let’s just say, they all vanished like Orkut did.

As for now, whether Girl or Boy, unless I know them in real life, I do not send them, requests, nor do I accept their requests, in virtual life.

Whatever I did, I think, was all part of growing up, if I hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t have had such memories to cherish.  I definitely think I am growing old.

Let the start of the year be light with the heavy baggage for later.

SHOULD I SMOKE DOPE???

No matter how rhetorical the question might actually look, let me tell you this post isn’t about the use of drugs but the very damn thing we all are so scared to talk about. But I will make my stance clear, YES I DO DESPISE RELIGION; it is a scourge on the human race. F*** those people who consider this blasphemy. I don’t really pay any heed to such non-sense for I am in a free country, at least I think I am but obviously, that too is debatable.

I do understand comparing religion to dope is very confusing for we have too many people who are blinded by religion. I know by now at least 80% of the people who were reading this have already closed the page but f*** that I am not posting this for those faint hearted, narrow minded God-Fearing people who don’t love God but fear him. Why isn’t religion Dope, it impairs the thinking capacity of and individual by shrouding them in the Turin of ignorance. Most religions profess God to be one, but if God were to be one singular entity, shouldn’t he be some kind of big criminal who made so many different religions to make them fight against each other. Well, here most religious heads will say, we don’t teach the followers of our religion to indulge in any kind of rivalry but that  again is debatable for most religious texts could be interpreted in various ways for personal gain. The concept of religious harmony is a complete fallacy for most religions professes their own religion to be the best and under such circumstances, egoistical clashes become imminent.

I was brought up in a certain religion, my parents being devout followers of the same but I fail to recognize myself as a part of that religious community mainly due to the fact that, as a kid I always got bullied by elder kids who visited the same worship places. After reading this I can guess many people are like, there he goes, here’s a retard venting out his personal frustrations. Well for those people, yes I am why would I not but that is just part of it, the other aspect of this is; it made me think such pious kids, GOD-FEARING KIDS, if they could be so mean, what would God be like? At the age of 3, the concept of God is a hard one, nevertheless kids go into these worship places to meet people who are of their age and to make friends but if the elder kids who do understand the concept of religion and God, start bullying the younger kids, there has to be some serious problems with the people teaching them about the same, and the chain links back to the system itself.

“God helps those who help themselves”; “a pair of hands at work is better than a thousand at prayer”. What is the inference obtained from such quotes; the existence of God itself is questionable. I have always heard to help people is to serve God, for God resides in each and every individual but then again I fail to understand as to why there is so much disparity among the people themselves? Why is it so that people don’t mind spending a whole day worshiping some dumb idol or even praying the whole time rather than going out there and helping people instead, where is the humanity gone ?

Folks, this is religion we are talking about, it is more addictive than alcohol, more horribly scintillating than dope and there is no taboo on practicing it. So beware don’t let yourselves fall victim to such ignorance that impairs thought process and affects mental health. I will definitely not smoke this dope, I hope others don’t too. Last but not the least “Religion: Comedy for the intelligent; reality for the ignorant.”

My First Experience Clicking in a Concert: Hell Of an Experience
 

I never knew I would enjoy clicking in a concert, thinking it wouldn't be my taste but on any case I did and in fact I really loved clicking in the event.

 

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The Carefully Nudged Envelope! ... :P

No it is not a serious article rather a more humorous side as to why I think Indians are corrupt. Let’s talk about us, the youth in India, whether rich, middle class or poor, they just love bragging (of course there are exceptions) and hence they need the brands and loads of so called costly stuff. The solution to this; Shopping! O la la ….. Everybody loves shopping be it guys or girls, the commodities differ according to the individuals but the core fact is the same, everybody just loves shopping.  Okay if you do introspect, you will realize that we the youth do contribute to the entire corruption scenario in the country and on thorough introspection we might actually be able to trace the root of corruption in India to us. Let me tell you how: Firstly, Some young man/ woman needs to brag or has an acute shopping addiction, well the solution; you go shop and with whose money may that be? PARENTS….. (Given the fact that most youth in India are mostly students lacking earning abilities and depending totally on parents/boyfriend-girlfriend chain for the cash flow). When children demand for things, the parents are forced to suffice else the repercussions might be very deadly, you know what I mean right? Starting from emotional blackmails to suicide threats, name it; But then on doing that innumerable number of times, we the youth learn creative ways of extracting the money, yes I did say creative. Evil but creative and then we have the brilliant stories like “but I have to buy books” or “but I need the money for tuition fees, I am so weak in studies” etc. etc. We Indians in most cases, specially the middle class and the lower class don’t have the load of family money to support such luxurious tastes and hence the easiest alternative, PARENTS GET THE MONEY FOR THEIR CHILDREN , in ways which are then regarded as corruption. Damn, it then becomes a chain which we are all familiar with. So, rejoice my dear friends who are part of the youth, WE ARE ALL HYPOCRITES. We complain India is a corrupt country and it will never develop but before doing that let’s cut our costs first, at least till the time we earn ourselves.  INTROSPECT!

THAT PHOTO

Thinking ! Thinking ! As I ponder into an unknown realm, I am not sure which realm. I close my eyes, I see nothing. The nothingness makes me empty. I don't know what I am here for, the stress from the confusion excruciating. The rapid sense of trance that is generated makes me ponder, if anyone feels or sees what I see. I close my eyes I see that photo popping right in front of me. These are kids for God’s sake, and eating from a pile of dumped garbage, I am not sure what menial value these kids have on this face of earth. They are our future and they lead, nothing better that the life of a cur. Yet we close our eyes, well I don't know about others but I do it, and I damn well admit that I do, and go my way. I feel so helpless and now, it is regret, for having just snapped that photo and going ahead. I don't blame others, how can others change if I don't. If only, that day, instead of just snapping, would have done something else, I wouldn't have been sitting here and telling you this. If only, I could go back. I don't know how people smile, HELL ! I don't know how I smile. Am I faking it, I am not sure. I wish I had enough power to set things right, to do something which would change the life of these kids. I know all this talk is in vain and it shall never be able to redress, what is done is done. But I just wish I could do something different.