Moments when i root for a separate world for women.

A friend once said to me that, us women, we need show men their place, we

need to take our right from them cuz they will never willingly give them

up.That all women need to empower themselves, and make men renounce the

control they have over us. Now a lot of you might want to argue about the

whole " control" thing, but, well, read me out. Today was one of those

days when i go through an infuriating experiance, one of those days that

i had to give up on doing something just because a bunch of horny,

disgusting, prick-heads tried to harass me, and what did i do? I went

into hiding.


i could be all the things that a feminist should be, but id still have no

power over a situation involving more than 3 men...well, not unless i own

a fucking gun. Fuck "the pen is mightier than a sword", because it is

bullshit.

 I wish you men get stabbed in the stomach and die a slow, painful

death. I hope you all get raped and humiliated. I hope the very

"manliness", that you are so proud of, is publicly and painfully taken

away from you. I hope you witness the slow death of a friend so you know

the horrors that I will be putting you through. I wish to put you through

so much humiliation, so much pain, that you Beg me to pour acid over your

face just so people wont recognize you and you wont have to face yourself

and what your life has become. Fuck You Men, I don't believe a word that

comes out of your mouth.

And i quote, then Deviate.

And i Quote: "Yes ! I am a girl.... I push doors that clearly say PULL... I laugh harder when I try to explain why I'm laughing.... I walk into a room and forget why I was there....I count on my fingers in math... I hide the pain from my loved ones.... I say it is a long story when it's really not.... I care about people who don't care about me..... I try to do things before the microwave beeps!! I listen to you even when you don't listen to me..... And a hug will always help..... Yes, I'm a girl!!!!! ♥ Re-post if you're proud to be one :D I AM PROUD 2 B A GAL..!"

I'm not going to ask why the person who posted this is trying to set women back by 20 years, she portrays women to be blind, incoherent, forgetful, stupid, liars, good at taking orders and desperate for some physical interaction. Now I'm pretty sure I am offended by this, but what affects me more is that she isn't the only one, the constant awareness to all the filth around me is wearing me out, few people have the ability to see things the way they really are and to acknowledge it, people do not have the ability to look beyond what is directly presented to them. When i come across things like this i realise how doomed i am, how totally stuck i am in this rut, the rut of bimbo's and middle aged men, of what is next.

I quote a  friend when i say "Nature is trying to rid itself from the human disease, so its making people stupider so they can't survive. WE? We are an endangered species, and we Will die out, we are being weeded out right now, in the beginning, so that the human race stands no chance." He is right, people like us, our imagination is being crushed by the mass, we never follow our goals, instead we become part of the rat race, with all the other idiots. It is the end, the end everyone predicted, but an end no one could have ever imagined, and we? who could have made a difference, choose the blue pill.

Mutterings

So that is what my average day has come down to? Being stuck in a hot, stuffy, colourless classroom built to quell any ambition and innovation? We live in a world where most innovators, the greatest ones, have dropped out of classes, yet we still carry on with this pointless charade in the name of education, when we all know, that all the work we will ever do, is going to be for someone else, any amount of hard work you put in, your “boss” will be cashing in on. See how they build our institutions, concrete, tall, inescapable with windows, that lead you to think that, maybe, just maybe, you will be different from the others you grudgingly surround yourself with, but then, then they yell at you, make you look away, and draw the curtains. The “good” boys and girls don’t ever look out, they pay attention to the endless drone, but I think they are just afraid, afraid to look out because that involves confronting themselves, funny how people run away from confrontation, the lengths that they would go to lie to themselves, tell themselves that what they dreamt of, as a child, was unrealistic. Villains, they profit, they profit from this inability of the weak to know and get what they really want, very smart, the way they use us, need us, and still manage to make us feel grateful as if they did us a favour, if they hadn’t taken us in, we’d still be chasing those dead end dreams and ambitions, doing bad things, wrong things. Remember? The shows where the cartoon character ran from a fire that always caught up with him and then it’d run around in circles, screaming? That was funny to all of us then, the pain and the torture it went through, this whole Situation? It’s funny to me now.

minions of the mindless kind

People like us, People like me, and maybe, even people like you, always end up getting a raw deal, a good citizen of a developing nation, an honest man amidst all the corruption, a quiet person, a good person, so as to speak...while all those rats and perverts are looting us not only of the taxes we pay, but also with bribes, we, the so called good people slink away, looking for a better place to go to, away from the mediocrity, away from the developing nation. The ones who do escape lead a “good life”, a life without being subject to molestation when commuting in a local train, a world where one does not need a special compartment for women to feel safe, a world where there are honest good people, well at least till the moment the corrupt get there and ruin it, take your hard earned money, steal your peace of mind and leave you high and dry. All people like me, and maybe you, can do is slink away, stand in the mediocrity and wait for some force to ally yourself with, to bring this system down, to make a change, yet even as I say this, I know it’s a losing battle to fight, there are too many of them, too few of us, and the mindless mass is fickle, swinging both ways, forever looking for an idea of what they are supposed to think, what they are supposed to do. The moral education in school that you learnt about the “conscience”, have a conscience, they said. A conscience, an amazing concept, don’t you think, do it if you feel right about it, more often than not, it is quelled by brain washing, we know, we always knew, that we were brothers, not enemies as the made us, but by just seeding the idea of contempt, they made enemies of us, and stupid people, until today, support that rift, oh idiots, such idiots, forever searching for what they should think, stupidity of the society, keep on inbreeding, they say, it’s wrong not to, keep inbreeding till the day we are deformed and all are made idiots of too. Don’t think for yourself, follow the beliefs we had, they say, anything new is bad, anything new, is a sin, they say, and we, we keep our heads down, walk along, the ones who dare to look up see the possibility of a different world, a world where they can escape, at least for a while, the rest, the rest are good people, hardworking people, minions of the corrupt.

gieya

LIGEIA, her parents named her, a beautiful baby with the tightest little curls, and bronze skin the texture of silk, as she grew older she was found sneaking around the house, like a spy, creeping about like there were enemies she had to save her mother from. As a child, her behaviour was found to be endearing, but as she grew, less people seemed to think her to be cute. Ligeia was named when her mother was very obsessed with Edgar Allan Poe tales, her mother, thinking it to be an  unique name for her little unique baby, named her so...

By the age of 13 everyone was sure that Ligeia was indeed unique, very creative and intriguing was her behaviour, so much that her mother decided that she be taken to a “specialist”, to run some tests...that specialist was surely good, as Ligeia, then on started behaving like a normal child should, she was a normal smart unique child now, she was now acceptable by the society, she was now just another menace...

Or was she? Well, as she grew older, she was only more accepted, she was popular and she was that, in every sense a mediocre girl would be, she cared nothing for the rest of the world, she would love to be the center of attention and to create situations where people would...lets just say, “appreciate” her.

She is too old now, to allow me to narrate her life, her fate no longer lies in my pen, it is---

Hello, im Gia...

There are two things i know for sure. One,  if you are better than others, you will go to therapy, and two, someone is out to get you, to get me and to get every one in your family, and it is your job to keep them safe.

There are too many monsters out there, and if you are not mediocre, they will destroy you, the only thing one can do to fight it, is go undercover, play from the shadows. I knew, the moment the shrink showed me those “pictures” that i had to keep the real me a secret, and the best way to go undercover, is to stay in the spotlight.

I am an agent, an agent who inspires people, who controls and feeds people, and who punishes people who are bad...even my own mother, even her they got to...they manipulated her  and turned her against me when i was 5, so what if i wanted things!!!i deserve them!! I am honour, i am beauty, i am what men love...and most of all, i am better than you!!!

All you people, so ugly on the inside, i will crush you all, and when in my palm lays your heart, is when i will move on, move on to the next one of you, and every one of you i will get to, and everyone of you will die, everyone of you will learn my name, and worship my beauty and elegance, and wish to be like me, but you don’t compare yourself to me, i am your goddess!!!

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White sheets, a hard bed, the typical smell, she rememnered the last time she was there, it was about 8 months back and her father had been in the same ICU, she hated it, she hated all of it....If she left, he wouldnt even realize...The doctors had already said that he could stay in this state for minutes,hours, years....She missed him...This was all her fault...If only.....
She could leave...but she would not....if only....

A good days haul, he thought to himself as he ran home with all of his loot...dad would be happy, he would drink well tonight, and maybe he would get some good food tonight...hm...tandoori chicken maybe? Then maybe, if paapa was in a good mood..he could take tommorow off, and play with rukmini...he had a thing for her...she was so pretty....

It was killing him....my god!! That man did not deserve that....When the small kid had snatched his case...The look of pure despair stayed on his face for exactly two minutes..then it was gone...and in its place a look of pure decision...When the train left the station...he had this feeling...the look on the mans face was very strange, and then...he jumped...and another train came on the other line...What if...

He waited there with her, holding her hand...stroking it softly....They just sat in the hospital..In a way, he wondered whether this was a boon...he had always loved her, always wanted her, and now that HE had gone, she may be his...this is what he had wanted for the last 12 years..NO!! he said to himself....thinking that way was wrong...she needed him right now...how could he think that way when she was so devastated...but he always had wondered, what it would be like....

Thats right...it was almost over...he was dying happy, he had provided for his wife, made the life of a small slum kid for a day, left the path open for Her friend...sure, she would miss him, for a while...but she would not be alone....and with that thought, he took his last breath and jumped....no regrets..none at all....

so much for brothers...

It’s very unfortunate that two brothers, that were never before considered two separate entities now want nothing more than to stomp over the others spirit and existence. I understand rivalry. I get wanting to come off as winners, really, I do... but when cheers are more discouraging to the opposing team rather than encouraging to our own, and when the need to win against the rival is far greater than winning the ultimate cup, one must acknowledge the ability of the catalyst that managed to turn a relationship that was once happy and complete into one involved only in massacre and spilling of blood. Even only to rub it in their faces, reconcile and learn to exist in peace.