My, I have had a fill of the vilest crap in the world. And I have to suffer it too for I was decidedly vacant when I ventured into a grey area where nothing but the sweetest ever happens.
I was a bloody doddering idiot; I call myself all kinds of names now. I am hurt and am in pain but what the heck, I had to go through it. I have stopped even considering myself human, for one with any sense would not have done it.
What makes a man, definitely his foresight and nothing else, if one doesn’t have that what is the use of calling yourself a man even if you can whack a dozen imbeciles within seconds. I can’t call myself an animal too, for they seem to have more sense than me.
To think of venturing out to meddle in the doings of a few uninformed babies and have to pine afterward for my folly that surely corners the highest crown for idiocy. I did that and I have to suffer the ignominy.
How can they be blamed for their saccharine innocence and absolute lack of knowledge for what is going on in the world. They never experienced it themselves. They have never been caught in the middle of it like I have been. They have never seen such things in life and been targeted in their short lives, for even the vilest of the perpetrators may not launch into mere kids with harmful technology. (God forbid that they ever think of doing that.)
“Technology? Ha, Technology indeed! The illiterate are talking about technology are they now, do they know how to write, how to use words, do they have any idea what technology actually is? It is the most wonderful of all things, it get me connected to my friends, relatives, my parents and what not? It gives us the light, it plays music, it beams voices and pictures into the most wonderful of all machines the TV. It makes my computer run. It is a harmless toy. It has to do with electricity.
You illiterate, do you know what electricity is, it is the god, for it has not been seen by anyone. Don’t you think it is a marvel of technology? How dare you say technology and that too many times? “
Well unfortunately I seem to have mentioned it some few times in a post of mine. And lo and behold, it has become taboo. I am starting to hate all sorts of sugary things now, give me something tart any day. I shall be happy. The headaches wouldn’t go away; the incessant heart burns would not cease because of the sickly taste. Technology and NASA and NSA! Well I am not saying anything at all. For what purpose would it serve to state that there are such things in the world, that there are systems like the echelon which targets every individual incessantly.
No I know nothing about technology; I have given it over to the experts. They will decide my fate and a few little children would clap and be happy. Well Okay let it be that way, let it be so that the children at least feel happy.
What in the hell do you know kids, you know nothing of the world and even if you get to know something about it, it would be from the other side, for your syrupy actions have marked you for harvest in their annals. Perhaps you would enjoy it too, for it takes some little guts to stand up against it and fight.
I am sure that you can’t do that because you are not made that way, you haven’t really fought for any vital things in your life. Most of it was placed on a platter before you. Yes you have worked hard to be were you are now, but that is through the backing of your support system, none of you had to fight the wars I fought, it was uphill for me from the first.
You thought it was child’s play being alive in these terrible times. And my prayer is that let the vision linger with you.
They are not aware of any machinery which makes a man something other than a human. Well let them be out of the clutches of those machines as long as they live.
But to treat what some one else wrote in a blog which was not meant for them at all with contempt was something terrible. There is something called the bare minimum propriety.
When everything you write becomes castigated by the most innocent of all people, you are just helpless; you can’t say shit about it. At least in the normal manner. You are defeated.
But I can’t be defeated because a few babies have taken a dislike for what I write either on their own accord or by the instigation of others. There are other issues involved, whether they recognize it or not. I am not planning to be defeated even if the whole world rises up against me in unison. I am not the sort who gives up easily when I decide on a course of action.
Vilification is a perverted desire to prove you are superior while you are actually not and it normally backfires. It would not get any one any where. That would not touch me but might prove destructive to the perpetrators in the long run.
I have brutally attacked certain degenerate human specimens whenever I can and that is a stance which brings attack towards you. You need not be a God to do that. You need only be a human being to go for them. Your faults would not make you a lesser man for it. No wonder they would group together and start pumping the vilest crap on you.
There is a story in my land.
A commoner called a Brahmin all sort of vile names and the Brahmin called him “soup drinker, rice eater, curry eater” etc. After the incident the onlookers asked the Brahmin why he did so while the other called him shit eater etc.
The Brahmin was unperturbed. He replied
“He named the things that he eats, and I told him the things that I eat.”
When the silence starts to speak, take heed, because light is not that far ahead.
No comments:
Post a Comment