HYPOCRISY OF APOLOGY SEEKERS

Turn on any news channel in India now a days and its infesting with disease of creating an 'issue' out of 'non-issue' which is forced down on the common people making them believe that someone's individual notion has become the notion of entire country just because they have access to voice their opinion on national media.

Take for example, remark of Indian celebrity saying 'I felt like a raped woman"! It has caused so much uproar and reactions that people forget that while he made that comment, a group of so called journalist were sitting right in front of him and they all laughed on the remark.

I am in no shape or form defending or supporting what he said.

The isn't about him.

He is just an actor doing his job. Go watch his movies and come home. Why give so much importance to him other than this?

This is about people who are trying to portray how much sensitive they are towards the burning problem in India.

Rise of Rape Culture and our casual acceptance towards it.

This is what Maharashtra State Women's Commission member said about Nirbhaya " Did Nirbhaya really have to go to watch a movie at 11 pm in the night with her friend?" I want to make it clear that person who made this comment is a woman.

There is a long list of prominent people of our society blaming the women for the rape. But today's blog is not about that.

I just want to ask these pseudo-bleeding hearts, whether its celebrities, politicians, National Commission of Women or media house pandits and all those who react to such comments that instead of wasting their time and energy over someone's remarks why don't they do something about the real issues.

Here's some shocking statistics. According to National Crime Record Bureau, in 2015, on average 92 women got raped, sexually assaulted or both every single day. That's 1 women approximately every 15 minutes. That's last years figures. According to current census this number is going to rise. According to a private study. India is labelled as one of the most dangerous country for women after Iraq and Afghanistan.

The documentary about Nirbhaya 'India's daughter' was banned just because politicians and law-makers were too busy worrying about how it would create bad image of India in the world. But if they genuinely wanted to change India's image they should do something to keep our daughters, sisters and mothers safe and India's image would improve by default.

We all came to streets, showed our outrage after Nirbhaya incident. They held public debates. Passed some more laws. But you know what difference has it created since then?

Only one thing.

Now there is a category to describe brutal violent sexual assault. Yes. Media now calls such incident as  "Nirbhaya-like rape". Her ordeal has become category. Nothing else is changed.

I am going to quote something about punishment for rapist from an ancient book. I am specifically calling it ancient book because if I name it then there are some people who instead of focusing on issue at hand would find religion in it.

"Those who rape or molest women or incite them into adultery should be given harshest punishment that creates fear among others to even think of such a crime."

In India, we give punishment, most often its not harshest and most definitely we fail to create the most important reason to give such punishment. i.e. to create fear among others to even think of such a crime. Hence, we fail to protect women of our country.

But to talk about these issues, daily, asking government why rape incidents in India keeps rising? Why are we giving sewing machines to rapists instead of castrating them? Well, it won't create a glamorous media cycle. It won't help their private agendas. It will only help women of our country. But who actually wants to do that? right? 

Indian Bucket Challenge On Pakistan

Pakistani terrorist Hafiz Saeed is angry that India nominated Pakistan for Bucket challenge without prior warning and causing floods in Pakistan. He blames Modi for breaking his vow of not to take a bath until he takes his head out of his ass!

According to Hafiz Saeed India is waging war with Pakistan by bribing Indra, the god of thunder and causing cloud burst over Pakistan Occupied Kashmir.

When asked about the thousands of casualties happened in Jammu & Kashmir making it a national level disaster for India. Hafeez commented that its a PR stunt of India. In reality no such disaster has took place.

Our correspondents when tried to show him the news footage of this calamity and how our armed forces are risking their lives to save as many people as possible. Hafeez Saeed quite eloquently called our correspondent ignorant pricks and blamed us for being insensitive to his situation.

When probed further we learned that Hafeez Saeed was trying to preach his fellow terrorist that "head up your ass" is just an idiom and not a real thing. When terrorists failed to get his message he tried to prove that no man can push his head up his own ass, but unfortunately one of his student lubricated his thick head with camel piss while he was asleep the previous night and hence Hafeez got his head stuck up his own ass.

According to our latest updates ISI has vowed to get Hafeez Saeed's head out of his own ass and are trying to contact ISIS Chief Goat-Fukr-Al-Behnchaudi, for he had been allegedly stuck in similar situation in the past.

We urge all the god  believers to pray for Hafeez Saeed, may he soon recovers his head from his ass.

Reference:

http://www.hindustantimes.com/world-news/india-responsible-for-pakistan-floods-hafeez-saeed/article1-1261715.aspx

Books: Men's Best Friend. They neither bark nor bite.

I mean when you are kid, novice, curious and horny to experience the world but with no means to do so. What should you do?

Read books. At least that's how it started with me.

Books. Man’s best friend. They always give answers without asking bullshit questions. Not at all boring like people! 

Anyhow, here's my list of ten favorite books, for Indi Blogger IndiSpire section, along with the reason to support it.

    1. Mahabharata by Vyasa -  Not as a religious gobbledygook but as a masterpiece of literature. It has 10,000 characters, each with their back story, conflicts and resolves. The conflicts of thousands of years old civilization still ring true today. 

    2. Ramayana by Valmiki - Goes without saying, don’t treat it as some religious book or as a sermon to glorify god. I say screw god, I mean not literally but just put Him aside and read it as literature. The arch of characters and wide expansion of story. The ethics. The adventure. The dilemma. The devotion. They don’t write such stories anymore.

    3.  The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho  -  Most people think it’s about hero’s journey to learn the art of transforming shitty metal into gold. But I think it beautifully tells how we can transform our perishable human body into something shiny and valuable as Gold by our will power and deeds through our brief stay on this beautiful blue planet.

   4.  Duma Key by Stephen King  -   I was sitting alone on top floor corridor at night facing backwards to stairs because I wanted to avoid the noisy room-mates and enjoy  this novel. Stephen King hypnotized me into his world in such a way that I was scared to be alone and felt as if someone was coming up the stairs to get me. I know I sound like a pussy. But anyhow, I changed my position so I can keep my eyes on the stairs. It’s a delight to read.

   5.  Moby Dick by Herman Melville - If you want to feel the sense of adventure of whale hunting without facing the rough sea. Just pick this book. But as you read, you realise, it’s not just about hunting white whale but about life, and how you should always keep an eye on your ultimate goal without losing sense of reality around you.

   6.  How To Make Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie – This is a must for everyone who decides to live and grow among humans. If you want to go live as ascetic in caves of Himalayas then don’t read it. Otherwise, it’s the best book to learn about human behavior and how we should improve our conduct to rise up through social hierarchy while enjoying what we do.

   7.  Catch 22 by Joseph Heller - I re-evaluated my scale of what should be regarded as “funny, satirical and mind blowing confusion of comedy” after reading this book.  If you want to relieve your stress, enjoy a good laugh and meet an ensemble of totally crazy characters then read this book. Yossarian - the lead character wants to live forever or die in the attempt. Must read for fans of satirical comedy.

   8.  Walt Disney: The Biography by Neal Gabler – No kid has grown up without getting affected by the magic of Disney cartoons. The showman Walt Disney, his passion for cartoons, for life, for work, his perseverance through his struggles is so contagious that it will charge you up to do better in life, in whichever field you are or want to be in. Just have a go at it.

  9.  Charlie and the chocolate factory by Roald Dahl – Even a primary kid with Basic English language skills could read it. Such is the simplicity and brilliance of this great writer to tell an extra ordinary tale of a poor kid Charlie who just loved chocolates but couldn't afford one. It will for sure bring you back to your childhood and the good old days.

 10.  11/22/63 by Stephen King – This fabulous novel has got time travel, love story and the world’s best conspiracy till date – The assassination of John F Kennedy. From page one you are in the hands of a master story teller who will send you back and forth in time without making you sick or distorted.

I must confess that I am an avid fan of Stephen King hence I had to mention him twice. But since the list is limited to ten books, I am not doing justice to many other brilliant books I have read or about to read.  I am a fanatic of conspiracy thriller so I must mention the name “Dan Brown”. Read any of his books from Digital Fortress to Inferno. You will be swept away. 

Don't Worry, It's Just Another Rape Story

God made heaven and earth. Then he made humans so by default he had to create hell. After everything was done. He sat down and wrote laws for humans to follow, and you would be surprised about the detailing. He wrote laws with such microscopic specificity that recently in Muzaffarnagar (U.P.), a woman was raped by her father in law at gun point and got her pregnant.

While human authority was still jerking off, a religious leader talked to THE MAN* upstairs on hotline and gave God's stellar judgement.

"The baby in her womb is her husband's brother. Woman must treat her husband like her son.  Her husband must divorce her, even if his father looked at his wife with lust."

We must protest against the bigotry of media for calling it a rape!

Father in law just looked at his son's wife with lust.

He just looked!

For God's sake, stop doubting God.

Stop your logical brain. Have faith in the lord for he knoweth the best.

I don't understand why does people waste time and money in legal proceedings. Go to these religious leaders and receive divine judgement

From a wart on your crotch to your occasional involuntary fart in holy places, if you have problems, go to Them.

They have answers to all your worries.

Stop asking bullshit questions like why doesn't government fuck these unconstitutional courts.

Don't you know, they are sanctioned by God. So shut the fuck up!

After all Constitution of India was made by humans.

Ha! What do they know?

Dumb Homo sapiens.

(* - I referred to god as THE MAN, based on this judgement, for no women would deliver such judgement. It's not a sexist thing.)

Ref:
http://www.indiatvnews.com/news/india/rape-father-in-law-muslim-clerics-sexual-assault-sharia-law-41414.html

Al-Qaida Promises Job Opportunities In India

After Indian Prime Minister's invitation to the world to come and make in India, Al-Qaida chief, Asshole-al-Zawahri has announced to open an Indian wing of Al-Qaida.

The said move by Al-Qaida supremo is a desperate cry for expansion after losing their faithful terrorists to its rival cunty terrorist organisation ISIS in Middle East.

The competition between ISIS chief, Goat-fukr-al-Behnchaudi and Al-Qaida chief Asshole-al-Zawahri would create lot of job opportunities in India.

Angered by Al-Qaida's move to open an Indian wing, Indian Rapist Women Beater & Murderer Association (BAWRI {with silent 'M'}) has decided to give Al-Qaida and ISIS strong competition by allotting free memberships to child molesters.

BAWRI declared their first memorandum in today's press brief, unveiling their plan to rape and murder more innocent women and children than the sum total of ISIS & Al-Qaida combined.

BAWRI spoke person apologized to Indian public for not coming up with catchy names like ISIS and Al-Qaida but have assured us that their PR team is working twenty four seven to come up with more catchy title than BAWRI.

Registration forms for membership of BAWRI, Indian Al-Qaida and ISIS would soon be available at first come first serve basis.

So keep an eye out and don't miss this opportunity.

The government sent a thank you note with toilet paper rolls and few hair trimmers to Asshole-al-Zawahri for creating job opportunities in India.

Being Patriotic... It's Such a Burden

So what I am a terrorist. I just kill innocent people.

Why such hoopla over these common men?

Who are they?

Do the really matter?

India has 1.25 billion people to become slaves of large socio-economic wheels and get crushed.

Is it only because of sensational news headlines?

It never makes it a news that 21,000 children died every day in 2013 on our planet.

Hunger. Poverty. That's so boring. It doesn't give us a patriotic hard on.

Some fucker with a gun killing few hundreds people. It's a new way, an entertaining way to kill people.

It makes us patriotic.

So wait for new headlines of rape or terror attack to make you feel patriotic.

Go on candle march. Sit for hunger strike.

When the issue at hand fizzles out, so should your patriotism.

Why carry this burden of being patriotic every moment of your life?

After all you have enough burden in your life. 

The Soul Bashing

Wow, Soul eh? A fancy word. I don’t know jack shit about what the soul is. But it sure as hell sounds good. Of what I know about its meaning has been derived from other people’s account and they must have read it or heard it from someone else. And so on and so forth it goes.

I was okay until people were throwing this SOUL word around to romanticize the language. Like telling someone that – I mean that from bottom of my heart. Factually it’s wrong because at the bottom of heart you would find blood, veins and other shit. You want to know, go pick up an encyclopedia on human anatomy.

Factually wrong. But sounds good.

This sounds good attitude has somehow corrupted our minds. I don’t know when exactly mankind shifted from using factually wrong but linguistically beautiful statements to blindly accepting them as the social norm to talk and behave in general.

Some would say. It’s nice to be nice. 

After all what are we without our social etiquette and eloquence -- bunch of brute animals with brain, but when you think of it, even with all the snobbish eloquence and etiquette, we are still the same, animals.

Socially engineered animals to be precise. Don’t believe me. Read biology.

Just like dog, cat, fish and the bacteria in our fecal matter we all are nothing but throbbing, pulsating, growing lump of organic mass. 

So why do we claim to be superior than any other species?

Oh, I know why… It’s because we rape… yeah, lot of that going on lately… Sounds cold and insensitive I know.

But among all the species on our planet I have yet to read about any animals committing rape… (Don’t Google right away to find out which other species commit rape. I was rather going for dramatic effect than citing facts)

So is that why we are superior?

Wait a minute I found another reason. We believe in god. Yeah. That invisible, invincible and pretty much incompetent fellow we pray to.

Many of you are offended and shouting.

BLASPHEMY. BLASPHEMY. BLASPHEMY.

Relax. I am just proving a point.

The other day I was discussing that none of the other species on the planet look up at sky and pray to imaginary beings for well fare of their kith and kin and yet they were doing just fine until we arrived, humans, supposedly God’s greatest creation.

But then again there were some dumb cunts who showed me pictures of certain gods on a potato, or a some numerals written in sky. I was literally frozen for a moment by their sheer stupidity.

And then I came across bunch of books about journey of souls. Why we choose to take birth? What the fuck soul do in between the bodies? Why we inhabit particular body?

Some say its karma. Some say it’s by choice. Some say it’s by divine plan.

I say who gives a shit!

Every year millions children die of hunger. Thousands of them get raped every day. So it means the all mighty, all powerful, all graceful divine god chose to distribute karma and under his watch let these kids and women get raped, murdered and die of hunger while he jerks off over them high up in the cloud?

But no, we are not supposed to ask questions. Who decided that?

Oh I know, certain touchy feely self proclaimed advocates of god almighty. To them I say --  get it up yours! And twice on Sunday.

I am sorry I got carried away.

But my point is this. Why worry about someone or something you are not sure about -- A higher power. A soul. A god. Whatever. Rather worry about what’s right in front of you.

There is not a single person on this planet who doesn't know about plight of women and children. About hunger. About Rape. Let’s sort this stuff out first then worry about god, after life and the judgement day.

Please stop this corruption of mind in the name of god and soul.  Do something worthwhile with your time.

I am not saying give up your beliefs. Go, pray, offer sermons. Do whatever that brings joy to your heart but don’t just get stuck there.

Before putting all our eggs in the basket of faith why don’t we try to learn some practical intelligence first and take it from there.

HOMAGE TO RICHARD “DICKIE” ATTENBOROUGH

The body of one of the giants of world cinema has perished but his spirit would live on forever through his films.

To say that Mr. Richard Attenborough was a spectacular actor and brilliant film maker would be stating the obvious.

People have written books about his great body of work so I wouldn’t even attempt to commit a felony by summarizing his immeasurable genius in few sentences.

But rather I would write about how he introduced me to a lawyer named Mohandas K Gandhi.

I was born in the hometown of Mahatma Gandhi. I studied in the city of Rajkot where once, little Mohandas studied. And I went to London where young Mohandas once went for further studies.

To be honest my impression of that little brown man in loin cloth and a bamboo stick wasn’t that great. I mean okay, he gave us Indians independence, but so what, we would have got it anyway, someday.

Then in my initial years in Glasgow I happened to stumble upon a DVD of GANDHI, a film by some fellow named Richard Attenborough.

I am ashamed to say but at that time neither was I inclined to know about Gandhi nor did I know who this Attenborough fellow was. I only picked it up because the film was nominated for 11 Academy Awards.

And then I watched the film to kill time on a lazy summer weekend but instead it killed my ignorance.

Could a film be made this good? Was it really a film or a documentary? And most important of all how could I have been so stupid not to have known, Mahatma Gandhi, the giant mankind had produced in past millennium.

Next thing I did was to buy the autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi and started watching everything and anything done by Mr. Richard Attenborough.

It took Mr. Richard Attenborough 20 years to complete the film because no one wanted to invest money in a film about an Indian guy in loincloth fighting British with non-violence, and that too directed by a British film-maker. But He never gave up. And like they say, rest is history.  

Thank you Mr. Richard Attenborough for living your life the way you did.

Jerk

Why is it that gut wrenching feeling of guilt lasts only momentarily? But in that charged moment everything seems simple, clear and focused but as the dust of time swarms around the heart, it overshadows the spark, diminishing the light as if it never existed!

I was travelling through rural Rajasthan, saw a 7-8 years old kid serving at local dhaba. Innocent face, charming eyes, neatly dressed, working hard at middle of night in middle of nowhere with a cute smile, but as I searched his eyes, there was sadness behind those eyes... his one look made me forget about all my problems for a second, felt like a jerk actually... a jerk who has everything yet he is shitting bricks!  

RAINBOW

I remember the simpler times

When I thought it was god’s bow in the sky

The colors were filled by fairies

I didn’t know what it was, still it gave me joy

But Now it’s just a rainbow,

I see the colors but don’t feel the joy

Lately I stopped looking up in the sky

Life has shown so many colors

I stopped caring for the colors in the bow

But the child inside kicks me every now and then

Asks me why don’t I have colors in my life

The colors I adored and craved as kid

Why the heart is shadowed with darkness

Why can’t I find joy in simpler things?

Little does he know, that time has gone

That kid has grown…

For him, the rainbow is gone, forever.

Are You Breathing or Are You Living?

Life sometimes hit us with moments, charged with pain that it makes our soul shudder and we end up wishing that life filled with all those cheerful moments isn't worth to live through this charged moment of sheer pain. But, fact is, we keep on living, ignoring the pain, try to cover it with diversions of work, wine and facade of a happy face, till there comes a time when we forget what it is actually that we are running from. So we turn to philosophy, religion and nature. We talk, search, contemplate to find answers, hoping that some wise words would cure us. But after hours of mental masturbation we come to the conclusion, which we already knew, deep in our hearts.

There is no escape.

We cover ourselves with gloomy clouds of unfulfilled dreams, desires and misunderstood emotions. We wait for the sun to clear the clouds, for tide of time to turn, for luck to change our fate but nothing happens except, aging.

Don't wait, grab the problems by its balls. Old age will happen, time will run out.

Shit and past are not meant to be treasured, but flushed. the longer it stays, the more it stinks.

Flush the past filled with regrets. Start all over. Death spared no one, it won't make an exception. Everyone feels messed up sometimes or other in their life, those who don't, haven't lived, only breathed air in an out.

If we learn to differentiate between breathing to survive and living to flourish, most problems would be solved.

Big Nothing

Are we so caught up in our fast tracked life for earning money to relieve our hard-on for materialistic desires that simple, innate fun of being alive, witnessing sunrise, admiring company of each other without saying a single word, seems like a fantasy in some comic book. Earth quake even the tiniest one shapes and reshapes, structure of planet and of people inhabiting it. Just like earth we are also warned with mild shock waves to restructure our life but we just don’t give a shit, until a major quake rips our life apart and by the time we realise it, game over! Don‘t worry, nobody is dead yet, except the little kid inside us who dreamt the impossible dreams. Most of us forget that we were kid once, full of hopes and serenity. Grownups have hopes, but of becoming something or someone. But kids have hopes of being not becoming, that’s the difference. Serenity is innate when we were kids but now we need an orgasm and gallons of alcohol to climb the ladder of serenity, that too momentarily. Embrace the kid inside us, keep him alive. He was there when you took your first step, makes sure he stays when you take your last step, otherwise the whole journey would sum up to... BIG NOTHING!

Desires of Heart

      Every moment passes by,
Makes my love blossom.

Every time my heart beats,
It sings only one name.

I can't say how sorry I am,

For not being there when you cried.
I’ll be with you through every step of life,

Give me a chance to set things right.

To go on an odyssey of our dreams,

It’s not as easy as it sounds,
but with you on my side,

We can and we shall live the life we want.

Dying Gods

Everyone knows the anecdote of five blind men, who were asked to describe an elephant. But aren’t we all blinded by our ignorance at some degree or another. Hence it would be hypocritical to call someone blind just because of sensory disability. So I would like to change the beginning of the story. Let’s say five men who had never seen an elephant were asked to describe an elephant kept in utter darkness.

Each one of them groped various parts of elephant in dark and gave their opinion as they perceived. None of them matched. But they were all correct from their point of view. Some said elephant is rubbery long limb. Some said it is a giant pillar. One of them passed in between the legs without touching elephant and hence concluded there is no such thing as elephant. It's just figment of imagination.

Are we any different from these men when we talk about god? We are all slaves of our senses trying to describe the magnanimity of god which is beyond senses yet it resides in heart of everyone. What believers perceive as god, atheists perceive as super-consciousness of mind.

From our cave dwelling days to the current age of space exploration mankind has fought with members of his own species in the name of holy land, religion, and god -- The genocides to convert from one religion to another, the massacres to build temples, mosques, churches and synagogues. We fight for a god we haven’t even seen, yet we fail to acknowledge the god that resides in each one of us.

Unless we start respecting and loving each other as most people do to their gods, deities and set of beliefs. There could never be a spiritual progress.    

What I find sad is that people with luxury of having decent food, shelter and clothes are talking adamantly about god, religion and holy lands that they are forgetting millions of sons and daughters of god who are dying of starvation around the world.

Our unfortunate brothers and sisters, children of god, our countrymen struggling to survive... they are dying! And along with them god inside them is suffering. He is waiting for people with advantage to stop the hypocrisy over religion and actually lend a hand to help them nourish, to lead better life, to accomplish freedom from their sufferings and finally attain enlightenment.

Isn't that the gist of all religious books?

Begging is Prohibited

During my travels of Northern India, outside a temple I saw a sign board written in English and Hindi "Begging is prohibited". Only if beggars could read!

Whoever goes in temple masquerade their begging in the name of chanting sermons and offering prayers! Less fortunate poor people beg for a morsel of food where as so called civilized people come to temple begging for money, power, love... the list goes on and on. Then there are so called spiritualist performing bone chilling austerities to beg for salvation.

What's the point of all these prayers and austerities and rituals to please god if we can't see the god in less fortunate people sitting outside temple begging for survival to meet life's basic needs! Isn't it hypocritical to kick these street urchins aside and donate money in the name of god to safeguard a place in heaven?

I never heard or read about any god or god's messengers who did not serve dying and needful people around them. Christ, Krishna, Muhammad, Guru Nanak, Buddha, Zoroaster.... all sacred deities devoted their life to uplift the spirit of fellow human beings.

Every one of us, irrespective of our beliefs and religions should first help to build up fellow human beings, no matter how small or big our contribution is. Every little steps counts.

I'm Just a Bird

I am a bird lost in the world of two legged giants,

They call themselves human,

Last I heard they forgot humanity.

God, you must have been mistaken,

when you created human.

Little by little they occupied our planet,

you said it was an evolution

well dear god its your self destruction.

I hope you are still here to see what you have done,

Its only begun but worse is yet to come.

I am just glad to come to an end of my misery,

Crushed by human is not an ideal situation,

But I am just a tiny bird in your creation.

Death of a Poem

A dog with a golden boot
Like a vixen in a shiny suit
Sleeps in a plush blue sheet
But feeds on a rotten root
Baths in a pool of milk
But drinks the piss of freak
Still he is happy as geek
Knowing he will die next week
Wake up you son of bitch
Life is really full of hitch
Tell her you want to ditch
Because she is a sexy witch
Buck up and break the mould
Face it like brave and bold
No matter how weird it sounds
Time is something you can not hold
Make sure you leave the world
At least with a heart of gold.

A Time To Kill

Killing time is mankind's oldest nightmare. Even though nightmare is not the word which covers all aspects of the idea. I am writing this to kill time at Victoria coach station, London, waiting for my bus to Glasgow. The place is swarming with impatient passengers, eager to go to their destinations, forgetting the great joy of journey they are pursuing!

Just when I am trying to concentrate, there goes a damn coffee machine, steaming a cup of cappuccino. In a way its immoral of me to curse the coffee machine because the desk I am writing on is owned by the shop with strict warning "Customers only". No, I haven't bought anything from the shop and still enjoying the benefit of firm stainless steel desk.

I can't help but to levitate this situation. How often we want to rip the benefits without putting any productive efforts, and still curse our fate, god and government for the lack of comfort in our life. If there ever was a civilization where such an act is crime then I reckon I would be hanged till death. The paper I'm using is from dustbin of Croydon library. The pen is from Menzies hotel and of course I mentioned about the desk! So what's the difference between me and a thief who steals embodiments of matter such as cash and gold. Not in kind, just in degrees.

Enough about me and my philosophical dilemma. Let's look around and see what other passengers are doing to kill their time. A Chinese man in his thirties, sitting next to me is slurping pot noodles. Either he is hungry which is quite obvious or he is just missing home. In front of him is a man in his late fifties, who has decided to sleep through the waiting period, without realising that pearls of time are slipping from his limited quota of time. A man in far left is drowned in recycled tree daubed with ink and bullshit - newspaper. Its very cynical definition, but its more about selling copies than awakening the society. Not entirely newspaper's fault. Its the world we chose to live in. Majority of the people actively avoid reality and embrace fantasy.

My departure is still an hour away, I can go on scribbling about my observation in coach station. I'll just wrap up my affairs now because I'm sure you have lot of stuff waiting to kill time with. But before you leave, let me ask you to do one thing.

Try to do at least one thing a day which your heart truly wants to do without censorship of logical mind. Again, I am talking about the heart without malice and lust, which is still beating in everyone but we stopped checking the pulse ever since we killed the kid inside us.