Mr.Hyde's Residence

Someone named their kid after a "conqueror" who executed 1,00,000 people-mostly Hindu, before he sacked Delhi in 1398. "Scholars estimate that his military campaigns caused the deaths of 17 million people, amounting to about 5% of the world population then."- Wikipedia Haan, they were insensitive pricks. But what is the point of outrage? Maanlo ki the name means 'Iron" and make peace. Nahi toh aap Islamophobic kehlaenge. Haaye tauba!

India is a Republic on paper. Indian people still function on an inner compass of Monarchy and serfdom. The sheer shamelessness with which people salivate at the thought of sucking up to higher-ups turns my stomach. Our protocol flows in a direction opposite to that of a Republic. So get down from your nationalistic perches of enforced naivety and accept this day as yet another day where servitude rules the roost. Jai Hind indeed. 26/01/2017

Really? Wow, that changes things now, doesn't it? And here I was labouring under the impression that she spawned from the remnants of cadre-raj into a mutated form of the same cadre-raj - with the same thugs that ran the CPI(M) Machine for 34 years an d added Islamist thugs into the mix because # diversitygoals . Maybe I'm wrong- but unless National Parties enter the rough and tumble of street cadre politics, Bengal is stuck between the devil and the deep sea- and therefore prone to tolerating true yet simplistic thoughts of the nature that " Bengalis only voted her to power." Who do you vote into power, if at all, when victory in elections is directly related to cadre-strength and perceived "influence" in matters of local governance- basically a highly reactive mindset of politics as opposed to a mind set of proactive governance- a culture so deeply entrenched in Bengal owing to 34 years of booth-capturing, poll-day violence and what not. ...

Retreat to the shadows. Because, in her light, you will always be invisible to her. And the only way you can match that dazzle is by setting yourself on fire. Condemned to be a spectator. Not mute. But hey, a spectator is a spectator. And then, you smile a smile that gives away your sorrow. She's still as beautiful as ever. Dazzlingly so. But she isn't your flame anymore. Make peace ? But you're a moth drawn to fire. You still want to burn. Like she cares.

The Bills have eyes. Eyes that consume your soul. The bills show up every month, look into your pipedreams and snigger. Its upto you to stand up to the bills,  snigger right back, and reclaim your soul. You never wanted to be a drone pandering to everyone's aspirations but your own. Don't belittle the dreams you saw as a kid. They are what you wanted. That is your baseline, and you owe that little kid his dreams. If it helps, that little kid is still who you are. Soliloquy is good.

13 hours to repressed rage. 13 hours to kowtowing to moronic ignoramuses. 13 hours to fakes and facades. 13 hours to being re-accquainted with the sanitised list of things-to-do that is life. 13 hours to jostling with other inmates in the cage of Egomaniacs' Voluntary Illusion Corp. Incorporated. 13 hours to purgatory.