Soldier

Isn't these some times that we are living in? It might be that the shit that I'm feeling is particular to me, but the reality is that no one's safe, or they might be safe depending upon their affiliations. I would suppose that affiliations matter a lot in this country, but I think that nothing is worth getting your private space invaded which is not only done, but done by absolute criminals. God has never been in the picture and it's unfortunate, of all the things these motherfuckers could have grown into, they decided to grow into what they are at present, and that tells a lot about the assholes responsibile for the design process. The funny thing about this country, the actual country and not the one we are deluded to believe in, is that they have taken away all the elements of self defence. Hindi, the lingua franca of the masses in North totally lacks any elements of self-defence against exploitation, it fails to define words that are related to exploitation, and the higher hindi, Shudh Hindi as it is called, does have words but it is in fact itself an object of ridicule if you have paid attention. Isn't it funny, Shudh Hindi being an object of ridicule in the very nation it is an official language. I was firstly deluded into thinking that those who control the colloquial cultures are into preserving the culture, well, reality is far from that. They are actually exploiters, who make people who are already burdened with survival and are hand to mouth, carry the weight of the colloquial culture and traditions, while they and their progeny are completely westernised. These are traitorous bastards who siphon the blood of the innocents and get high on their pain while projecting themsleves as gods. It was a serendipity that I saw the truth, and funnily it was similar to like it is in the movies in which a character accidentally overhears or sees the villain doing a crime, and accidentally breaks a vase while getting away from there. My situation, and I think it's kind of cool, is that of Hrithik Roshan in Kaho Na Pyaar Hai, where he sees the bad guys committing murder and then tries to escape on his bike. All the things that are being done by these assholes could have been done without turning criminal but yet here we are, being governed by a criminal underworld in actuality and by a "democratically elected" government for show. It's unfortunate how pathetic these motherfuckers actually are and it's unfortunate how there is no God in actuality that too in a country like India. The worst thing about all this is that there is no grand plan for the future. The plan is just exploiting as much as it is possible whilst feeding on to the pain and misery of totally innocent and helpless people. How do I know that? I overheard it, remember? But unfortunately I also broke the vase while getting away from there and now I'm escaping on my bike. The biggest problem is that these criminals are genetically and civilizationally cucked, and the Gods, the actual Gods haven't lost their power yet. Though ultimately they would when actual faith is replaced by fear. The thing that baffled me the most that these bastards are so habituated of Pavlovian method of control and control by threats, intimidation and blackmail, that they have forgotten what actual psychology is. It would be fun to know the actual hierarchy though. In my opinion being needlessly cruel is not really cool and so is being an idiot and incapable of analyzing data when you literally have access to all of it. The clamp doesn't need to keep tightening, but these motherfuckers won't know that as they are criminals, and I suppose not educated too. I wonder from where does this entitlement comes from when just few decades ago their daddies were licking boots of the British, and probably still are (and I would throw the new American daddies in there too). The problem here is that I was nowhere in the game, I just wanted to make some friends for discussing pop culture and philosophy, write and quietly do my work, but I guess life without suffering is not possible if you are from Purvanchal. These motherfuckers believe in the dialogue from Bobby Deol's Soldier, "kaam khatam, aadmi khatam." And realising that such motherfuckers are literally at a place where God should reside is kind of hilarious. God cannot save you, but He or She can give you respite and strength. The setting we live in is ultimately not worth it, as it's just a bunch of criminals playing six dimensional chess with the lives of people, but then we got to survive as long as we can for the people we love. The worst part of it, which I saw while breaking the vase, is that women too are in on it, in a country where other women are raped and silenced. Proper demonesses I would say. I'm chilling though, finding it hysterical that these overlords lack in basic sense of aesthetics, forget the ability to design systems, though it's what you get for murdering everyone who could create better aesthetics and design better systems. But then it's individual preference isn't it, if you get dopamine hit from misery and pain of people and power trips from needlessly depriving, oppressing, subjugating and torturing people then then I guess that's fine too.