Loving to hate

Hate is a continent where sun never sets. The glare is so fierce that most of us would sneak out of the land the moment we get in. But some would remain there till they become prey to worms. They like it there, everything is so uncertain, there’s no shortage of events, there’s no shortage of friends. Birds of the same feather may or may not flock together, but birds of hate invariably do. Its hectic, it’s all very feverish and tense in that strange land.

Some like that type of existence. They can’t be blamed for their liking too. It sort of drives away the tedium of life from them. One would never get bored there. One might get defiled but never bored, that’s guaranteed.

Even the best of us have ventured into that sphere sometime or other, May be its something in us that made us do that, Most of the times that is the case with the normal kind of man. He stumbles against some unbelievable and dumb acts of insensitivity and gets incensed and takes off to this land he had been hearing all his life. The terrain is vile, the scenery is wicked, and so the decent scoots after a while.

All the wins fashioned out in that region would have an incredible odor of dirt. To some it’s suffocating, they can’t bear the stench, yet there are deadly pragmatists out there too. They get excited with the stink and revel in it.

It’s the most easy to find of all lands. Isn’t it strange how people become selfless in their selfishness? They may have a hundred reservations about the guys who are willing to help them to put their enemies down; they might quake within thinking of the kind of guys they are keeping company with. But all that would not prevent them from exerting themselves to the limit in protecting these same monsters if the occasion arises. By comparison the other party might prove to be the most harmless of beings.

Well that is how these things work out. Even harmlessness might generate hostility. The other guy has crossed them in some way, so the guy must have motives for everything that he does when they are around. It does not matter if the guy was right at that one time he came up against them. It’s not the right or wrong that hurts most, it’s the feeling of being done in in some way. Everyone knows how such feelings are, they would not let us sleep, they would not let us think straight. It’s like one has lost ones freedom to live.

That’s how some come in to the weird land of hate. But there are some purebred’s in there too, they doesn’t need any cause to take someone down. It’s a feeling in their blood, like Iago they are against all human virtues. To them such things are nonexistent. The hunter would never see the world through the eyes of its prey.

I wonder what made me think about all these, may be there’s reason or maybe there’s not.