Anusandhan Va Vishleshan

You imagine her wearing a chiffon saree, just like Vidya Sinha in the 70s Bollywood movies. You imagine standing and eating bhuttas with her in rain. You lost her very early, before you could even realise that you lost her, and thank God you did, she wouldn't have faired well in the rape republic. Romance has a charm of its own. The next generation won't see the kind of love I have seen, they will think that love doesn't exist. But then dodos too don't exist anymore does that mean they were not real? Things are calculated, people are being bred like animals, like eugenic experimentations and love doesn't stand a chance here. Marry your best friend they say, well, that's for the privileged and that too is an experiment they just don't know it. The mathematics of politics is getting funnier day by day it's a literal bhelpuri of chance and absolute control. Who could have thought of this combination? At least I didn't. What remains is pleasure, that too if you are privileged enough to seek it. I can seek pleasure, no I'm not privileged, I'm just ready to bear the consequences of pleasure whatever it entails but I don't want pleasure, never did. What I did want was happiness, and that I am. I am happy against all odds. I'm happy with who I am, I am happy with my choices and I live in unbearable pain and absolute bliss all the time. Heady concoction, isn't it? I can watch the booties too, but unfortunately I have realised that every woman in this country is a concubine in a harem and I don't like slave women. I like free women. Yet to find one who is free and that would be tremendous if it happens. I'm a retainer and I needed a master, and it was a heartbreak when I discovered that there is not one person in the world deserving to be my master, not one. And so I get ronin tattooed on my chest, on the heart side even though it kind of looks like only criminals, whores, broken people or idiots get tattoos, and yet I got a tattoo just for a medical significance. Tattoos are scars medically and here it was, the scar, a ronin, a samurai without a master. I have evolved, and much to the chagrin of the local establishment I have grown to be my own daimyo, heart and soul. There are women who are Vidya Sinhas in their chiffons in their hearts who are made to do social striptease. Here I'm a retainer who was without a master, who became his own. Isn't it sad, individuals who keep this nation as a harem aren't even deserving to be daimyos? Honour doesn't even exist as a concept? Though once its gone it's gone. It's a master's capability to identify virtues and when those who rule fail to identify virtues in people and also become incompetent in it, things really go on autopilot. My Vidya Sinha left to never come back and so would the Vidya Sinhas of countless good boys of this country who don't know the Pareto principle's 80, 20 rule. The rape republic doesn't need warriors anymore. It needs extortionists and rapists with no moral compass. It's the worst possible situation but the good news is that things can't go worse than this, no, don't get your hopes up, they aren't going to get better either.