The Hopeless Truth

People are stupid. Yes! A very straightforward way to put it but that is the truth. We live in a society that will accept anything as “valid”, “logical” or “rational” if it’s appealing enough. No need for proof, no need for thinking. Just blindly jump in the gutter without having a clear idea of what’s there in it. That’s when they drown. The smarter ones stand on the precipice and stare at the ones drowning but offer no help. People claim to be intellectuals or call others intellectuals or sometimes even term arguments as “intellectual” and call it a “debate”… by giving it another word, it doesn’t become anymore significant. One asshole sitting on the throne of president decides to wage wars on a helpless, less powerful country only because he and a few other morons had an issue and they call it “just”. How can something as stupid as war ever be justified? Is that intellectual? For one man’s own problem, he drags the whole country into a state of war. How fucking intellectual!

We are raised on television, books, education, drama, sex, advertisements, the internet and the bullshit prophesying of our elders and teachers who tell us that we must earn money and be rich, be capable, be “good” and so on. It’s a bad joke. Throughout our lives everything and everyone around us try to convince us that we were made for something glorious or something special that we actually start believing it. Then suddenly when we are 30yrs of age, we wake up in our own cold sweat with a wife who’s fattening with age and two kids pulling on your legs and we wonder how the fuck did we get here when our purpose in life was something else. And that pisses us off. We are pissed off but who’s to blame but ourselves? He hid behind the lying warmth of the curtains of positivity and optimism thinking that we were something special when we were nothing more than some decaying piece of worthless crap just passing time because there isn’t anything better to do, complicating everything, giving meaning to things that don’t matter, studying shit that we don’t like to just to get jobs that will give us our meals, give in to the social norms of starting a family and eventually die an insignificant death without ever accomplishing anything that made a difference at all. Our existence is a fucking joke.

People believe that the only way to survive is to lead a good life. What is “good”? Why hold that image? Just because people said so? People are stupid. They themselves are the ones who will try their best to hold a “good” image. “Oooh! Look at me! I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I’m a virgin, I pray, I’m holy, I passed, I study, I do all the work in the house!” These are the assholes that hold this image to please the other insignificants. Trying to be something they are not. Pleasing people that don’t matter. This façade is immediately dropped at the first sign of trouble. Take a person who thinks he is elite and throw him in cell for seven days without food and water and then throw a loaf of bread at him. I highly doubt he’ll wait for his fork and spoon. His etiquette and table manners will be thrown out like trash. Why pretend to be something you are not? Money, television, railways, language, institutions and mostly everything you see was created by man. Man made laws, rules and regulations which are indefinitely forced upon us. Why follow them? Why not give in to the savage within us? Why not let chaos take control and go back to the people nature intended us to be? Just because we think we are superior? Or because we think we can evolve into something more? What’s the point of this evolution when your face is all wrinkled and you can barely move?

People will give out vague justifications and try to argue with you on why you need to follow laws, rules and regulations or why you need to behave properly in a decent way but will you really think about all this when there is a gun placed on your head? The only thing you will think about is your life. Sooner or later that’s all that will be left. We cling on to it with such desperation. It’s fear that doesn’t let us let go. We will never give in to the savage because we are scared of the outcome or we are too comfortable living in the futility of our comforts. We want to be a part of society, we want people to accept us and we want to be recognized. It’s disgusting. 

The Sickness

I am sick of everything I see, everything I feel and everything I do. I’m tired of people talking about their fucking football, about cars which they will never own even if they won a lottery, about their sibling rivalries, their issues back home, their better halves and how much they love them… I’m sick of it all. I can’t even indulge in small talk anymore. It’s like I can’t connect with anyone. And I began to think why? Why the fuck can’t I connect with anyone?

I entered the college canteen the other day and my friends were sitting there happily ripping on some guy called Spancer (If that is how you spell his name). The guy is a reject and everyone treats him like one. He looks deformed and probably is a moron too but does that honestly, honestly give anyone the right to rip on him? Yes it does! Which is why they do it but sadly these “perfect”, “civilized”, “cool” people who rip on him fail to realize what goes through his head. I can relate. I was a reject, I was ripped on and I was lonely. Nobody knows the hell called solitude. No one knows what it is like to be on your own when the world around you comes to bite you in the ass. Where is the understanding? On one hand we have people who say violence is bad, they hold up banners, go home and beat their kids up; on the other hand we have people who’ll stand in a line behind you, yell out “don’t push” and do all the pushing themselves. Everywhere you look there are banners, posters, flyers all trying to fucking sell something, “Oh! Check us out! We have the best deal! We offer the best classes! We are No.1!” all written with egregious spelling errors, nonetheless, they are trying to sell something. I look at people in the train, all frustrated with that look on their face. It’s disgusting. The streets are extended gutters where these people throw all their filth of sex, money, drugs, violence, murder, rape, hopes, ambition, pride, ball-talks and all their hate. When all the filth accumulates and comes up to their belly, they’ll immediately raise their hands up and yell, “Lord! Save me!” They’ll soon know no one is up there. No one is listening to them. That’s when they’ll jump over each other to survive, politician and beggar alike. Everyone I’ve come across has possessed similar traits. It’s too late. I’ve seen the true face of this generation, how they function, how they behave and what they want. There were people I came across who let their friends rule their lives. Their friends literally decided whom they dated, whom they fucked, whom they would talk to or how much they should eat, what they should smoke, etc. There were people who’d pick up their better halves based on how they looked, how they dressed and how well their friends liked them. Jeez! If I wanted a status symbol, I’d buy a gold ring rather than have a pretty little moron hang around my shoulders. I saw how people kill each other for food, tobacco, women, money… It is a joke. The image that society reflects back is a joke. The face of tomorrow will be a bigger joke and the sad part is that no one else gets it. Then I realized… That’s why I am lonely, that’s why no matter how much I change or how much effort I put, I can never fit into society along with these deranged people whose worlds are limited to such a small sphere. Their lives revolve around their friends, family, their institute, their work place and that’s it. How can I ever connect with them? How can I ever be a part of their illusions? I can never be, even if I pretend, it will never last long.

It makes me sad that my life must end here all alone amidst these people and their make-belief prayers, their fake affection and all their blind assumptions.