Tea Paati

You go on bike rides. Play multiplayer computer games with your friends. You do a lot of things. There was a time once when you on your bike rides used to stop at small chai shops, meet old grandmothers making tea in their shops. I guess there was an entitlement in that approach, but I know that that sort of entitlement is not really entitlement and even if it was it came from a very benign place. The past decade has taught me what real entitlement is. It’s kind of funny that the sort of entitlement that I encountered exists in this country, I mean I have seen this sort of entitlement exist and it is common but I was not expecting it to exist at the level at which I encountered it. Bad news for me, it exists at that level and from there it propagates to the lower levels, making the lives of those who are capable, skilled and yet not entitled, hard. The actual reality of this country baffled me, and why, I have no idea because I have been seeing this reality since childhood and yet I chose to believe bookish idealism and delusions propagated by media and of course religion. Hypocrisy is the name of the game though but I like to be a man of my words, at least as much as my pathetic existence in this absolute shithole of a world allows me to be. It is hard, being a man or woman of your words in the present scenario in this world. Betraying and fleecing people is cool, especially in this country, but once you know the rules you can play the same game with the individuals who play it with other people. The rules are simple though, that there are no rules, it takes a bit of orientation and if you are lucky you will get your orientation by the very entity that perpetuates the “there are no rules” rule and then you are kind of free. Morality ends when rapists enforce morality on people who don’t need lessons of morality from anyone, let alone rapists. Having personal codes is the best thing that you can do. I did it and it helped me in the long run. Have personal codes and live by them no matter what, and don’t be a hypocrite and the reality of, if not the world then, this country would expose itself in front of you and if you are lucky, at the deepest level, beyond which nothing actually exists and you would realise that you are a slave, a permanent slave till the eternity, whether a drone or a sex slave that would depend on how you look. Things actually are very simple and when simplicity is propagated people with deep thought and affinity to understanding actual complexities that actually exist can’t really survive and they are first in the line of re-education in simplicity. Wouldn’t it be great, people interested in actually exploring space and taking man to other planets and galaxies actually given a chance to do so? You think that happens? It would never happen. What would happen, however, that a bunch of slaves would be transported into space ships to create more penal colonies like this world. I can only hope that the world is not a simulation though, according to my experiences it is not and thus I think about the space and the universe. I have lived quite an eventful life, at least subjectively, and there hasn’t been even one evidence of God other than the natural world. This God too only provides you tools for survival and he doesn’t require you praying to him. Bike rides aren’t going to do shit and so isn’t playing multiplayer games with your friends. The old grandmother at the tea shop doesn’t need your ten rupees, even though it might seem that she needs it.