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.