Rants of a modern lunatic

 Living is just an elaborate process of not killing oneself. Every once in a while, man must confront himself in front of a mirror, and find a complete blankness staring at him from the distance. Otherwise days pile up over days past, leaving man imprisoned within his own meticulously designed sweet VR set, never knowing when the set will get discharged and will shut down itself. The VR set I'm talking about has got many tricks up its sleeve. Even the act of walking out of the room after waking up has got its own vices. Man walks out in order to make food, do charity, make love, feel at home with the world. In short, Man walks out of his room in anticipation of something ... Where even the nature of our world clearly presents that it is not a "thing" per se to begin with. Man perceives a continuously changing world as a stillness, Man's sweet VR converts the 'flow' of the world as a 'stock'. So you get up, schedule your meeting at 1 o'clock, order ...

Then it was all right. Fear crept into my bones as Friday evenings arrived, and as the prospect of being entirely alone was slowly triggering into my veins and bloodstream, all colours seemed to drain out from the upcoming two days. Then it was all right. I lived through the two days. But the feeling hasn't subsided, it took a more menacing turn in the form of five days of rigorous routine - wake up, shit, bathe, eat, go to office, take the grind, the tired evenings, the same tea stall, 2 cigarettes for 14 rupees, come home, cook dinner, eat, wash up, make the bed and die, only to reborn into the hellhole some hours later. Monday is always the toughest. Then it is all right. This routine keeps me alive. This routine stalls my death by one day at a time. But as it gives, it takes away much more. This routine is the reason for my sense of non-being. This routine has transformed an entire population of human beings into a "workforce". For the sake of good economics, this rou...

As your life slowly ebbs away, you begin to realise that you've failed everyone. Your parents, your dreams, your society. And more importantly, they've failed you. Life is nothing but a constant chain reaction of failures bound with each other - where some are more bearable than the others. You know that you will be defined with those less bearable ones, as human history is replete with examples of great men with astounding failures. And you aren't even great by any standard! You have failed not because that you didn't try hard or anything - you have failed because mankind is burdened and overwhelmed with the failures of their ancestors, and what they do to rectify the wrongs is to copulate and reproduce, only to accentuate the misery. You have failed not because you skipped classes, or you smoked pot, or you killed 200 people or you killed yourself... No! You have failed precisely when you were born, BECAUSE you were born. And failures of this magnitude only attracts t...

Nationalism, Bureaucracy, Capitalism, Communism - all are weapons against the individual man, the one who breathes life alone, and dies alone. These weapons reduce the man into men with simple homogeneous needs and choices, and measure not by character but by numbers. The individual man is thus lost inside the deepest ocean of filth - Statistics. You are born a data, and die a data. I watch the wild dogs and birds and it instantly fills me with a vision of a world more reliable, less egocentric, which predates back into the inception of human history. Where man was just man - They did not give a shit about Homo Erectus or Homo Sapiens. They were Zen before Zen became a fashion. So, Man, if he claims to be the intelligent-most species, must ensure that re-birth in this data driven shithole does not happen in his case. If it really does happen, then we must conclude that an all-loving all-knowing God has never made a plan to create this, but their is a darker will at play here. Man is co...

 How do people do this? How does everyone work in such alienated stupor and live a happy life? It is beyond me. Now in our modern society, we aspire to be qualified slaves so that we can one day be grateful to serve a system that is built on violence. Violence shapes the system, as its demonic claws suck people out of people. Man works to the point of emptying oneself until nothing is left but an empty shell resembling the original. So say you work from 9 to 5, but it's not really 9 to 5 - it's the whole fucking day once you've turned on your phone. Technology has empowered the upper echelons of the system - only to oppress the majority. So you work your ass off for the whole week, only to find that there is an "unofficial" order to complete the pending "work" by the weekend waiting for you just before you leave office. Even if you are lucky enough to evade this, you go to your room exhausted, not enough strength remains in you to visit your home hundred...