Delhi – The Rape Capital

It’s 07:45 am. It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in the capital town of India, New Delhi. New Delhi is the capital of India. India is a great country. Though it is a ‘bit’ overpopulated, where ‘bit’ is being used as an understatement inducing agent.  India is also a very just nation.

Because Delhi is world’s worst places and natives of this place are really evil, Indians decided not to outcast Delhi but reward it with the title – Capital. Being a capital city is a great responsibility. You need to make sure you are overpopulated and scarce of resources. This in turn would hike prices and people would work hard and earn less. The city would get costly and to an outsider would glitter ‘RICH’.

A Rich place is a good place. Lights should always stay on. You should never sleep. Delhi never sleeps. It works 24/7. In between naps it robs, kills, scams, whores and rapes too. Delhi likes raping. India enjoys rape. India makes rape a frequent activity. Indians believe every women has a secret desire to get raped. The world also shares a similar belief.

India rapes in Delhi, Noida, Gurgaon, Surat, U.P and before you tell me to stop stating that you know this and you choose to ignore because things like these are depressing. I would like to state the real fact. Yes every women has a desire to get raped. And that is not at all a secret. And as shocking as it would hit you, every man also has a desire to get raped. The entire human consciousness has a desire to get raped, wherein rape stands for losing control over self and let the universe run it’s own course. Rape means not to try and control anything because it’s a futile attempt. Rape doesn’t always mean a sexual crime, you depraved society! That would be it for today. Have a nice day.

Blame Game

I hear you, O flourishing one!

I hear you loud & clear

Whenever I switch on the idiot box

you’re usually the first to appear

You’ve found your place under the sun

you’ve made your voice heard

what you say seems to matter to many

you’re now one out of the herd

You make no suggestions to the rest of us

they’re commandments of the biblical kind

waste no resources, you tell us

don’t put the Earth through the grind

You admonish me, as you look me in the eye

through the mirror that shows me your face

You do not approve of the house I just built

you tell me I take up way too much space

You measure each drop of water I use

You tell me I need too much

you’re thinking of punishing me for my abuse

I have no defense, as such

The bulb I light at night, you say

is causing the planet to lose it’s vigor

you make it sound as though I am the problem

For the Earth’s destruction, I am the trigger

I have no defense, like I earlier said

but here are a few facts I’d like to share

I’m not as influential as you

but my thoughts are open for all those who care

My small dwelling may take up some space

but your splurging mansion can house a hundred a day

My need for water may cost some liters

but your swimming pools gulp gallons away

My light bulbs may light up

two rooms in my home

but the energy you consume in a year

can light up the streets of ancient Rome

 

I may not be teaching a million kids

but like you, I’m not selling knowledge with a price tag either

I may not be sending a child to school

but I don’t bomb schools down & I fund it neither

 

So I sit in awe & utter amazement

when I see your virtual form appear

and ask me to pledge to sustainability

while rich folks like you cause the real wear & tear

Tell me O Self-proclaimed master

Did I dump all that waste in the ocean ?

Was I the one who cut all those trees?

and cause most of this thing we call pollution ?

Now you shall say, you do it for me

I simply need too much to live

Who created that need in me I ask?

Was it not your greed that did the task?

 

There’s , in fact, a long list of things I didn’t create

Nukes come to mind, so does war & poverty

unless you’re only counting damage to the Earth

& not including crimes against humanity

 

Of Course you won’t admit

to the claim I just made

that’s fine by me, let’s not blame each other

let’s just put an end to this charade

 

Let’s take ownership

of what both of us give & take

& stop this phony blame game

we’re both responsible, of that,  let’s make no mistake

She Lives On…I’m Dead & Gone

I thought I was something
Because I was fierce
I thought I was everything
Because I had passion
I thought I am a man
I can move mountains
I thought being a man
I can drill to the center
I threw plastic & waste all around
I became the ‘litter’ king
I broke twigs & branches
I trampled trees & flowers
I thought I was fearless
In a less of a place
I thought I had a place
Whose loss I feared the most
One fine day
The mirror cracked
I was hanging by a few leaves
I had promised, I would never beg
I am a man
What worse can you orchestrate
But when the thunderous sky blasted
 I fell down
I begged

I wept

I cried and prayed

I took my last breath
And I realized a truth
There IS someone I love
There IS someone I want to hug
\ just one last time…

My Friends In School

 

Everyone has bitter – sweet memories of school. As a child, I’d been to a number of schools but the one I found most interesting was the one I spent the most time in. And the reason I find it interesting now is because of the fact that we read & learnt in an environment where we sort of co-existed with different kinds of animals. And when I say coexisted, I MEAN coexisted. You see, we had a pair of pugs, called Barnie & Bernie, a rooster whose name I don’t remember, A Great Dane called ‘Sultan’, a bunch of swans, a few ducks, a parrot called ‘Mithu’ & a few other varieties of birds! That’s not all, all except the Great Dane, were allowed to roam around freely within school premises which meant an occasional visit from a few of them in the classrooms! The most frequent visitors were the pugs & the most notorious too because more often than not, their visit was accompanied by an embarrassing visual of the two of them humping, or trying to at least! Embarrassing for the humanity in question because frankly, Bernie & Barnie gave not a single damn to whoever was watching!

The rooster managed to single handedly bring down the level of excitement caused by pugs by his inactivity. All I ever recall ‘him’doing is standing in front of the full length mirror positioned outside of one of our classrooms, in the corridor, & just staring at his handsome self. I was first introduced to the concept of narcissism by that rooster. He didn’t mind sharing the mirror because he wouldn’t even glance at you if you stood & observed your own reflection in that same mirror. You can now begin to understand where I come from in life, I’ve spent most of my childhood sharing a mirror with a rooster, after all!

The ducks & swans usually kept to themselves. We had to invade their space each day for the morning assembly but they gladly shared the lawn area of the school with us. At times one of them would come crashing toward the assembled children, but would usually just bump into the school administrator, Mr Paul, & head back to his waiting friends. The animals remained normal around most of us, caused no trouble & shared space quite happily, but they had a thing for Mr Paul. The pugs being the assholes they were, would almost always come & pee on his foot, and his alone, each time he tried to speak in the morning assembly! Both of them. So much so that this had become a ritual we had all begun to accept, more so because if you laughed, Mr Paul would make it a point to single the laughing child out of the gathering of students to try & break his or her spirit. But of course, the opposite effect was achieved and what ensued was a fit of laughter among every teacher & student present within the premise, during that time. But Mr Paul never got it. He always felt we were laughing at the student he held captive. That was not the case of course.

‘Sultan’was held away from us because he was deemed ‘dangerous’ because of his size by some of the parents, which was a shame because those of us who did visit him sometimes, knew that he was very gentle around us. Maybe it was Mr Paul’s safety they really feared for. I don’t know.

This was my life, during my adolescent years, surrounded by animals, learning an important lesson about co-existence and all because the owner of our school was an animal lover. In fact, she still is involved in several animal welfare schemes and rescue operations. If she would have had her way, we would have had a donkey among us too! But that never happened because he was too injured for a full recovery.

I wonder what that would have been like though. I really do.

It’s A Long Way To The Top If You Wanna’ Rock & Roll!

 

It’s a long way to the top if you wanna Rock&Roll!

 

What the fuck is wrong with you people? I am asking this assuming, some of you might know.

Don’t you have something better to do?

 

How about television? Common, don’t be shy. It is your favorite pastime.

Not today.

Did no one make plans with you? Go to some movie or a little shopping, a little clubbing maybe. No?

That bad. Hmmm.

You can play some games, they are pretty involving. You can listen to those stupid tracks saved in your phone, you call it music. Check your FB, maybe post a selfie on INSTA. These things matter.

Isn’t that right?

You can always color your hair. Try that new shampoo you bought after seeing that commercial. Groom yourself a little. Get those yellow stained teeth cleaned. You not going to look any younger or any better. But try.

You can always sleep. I am an insomniac since the age of 14: The day I first saw a pair of titties. A 40-year-old milf neighbor showed me the doors to heaven. You call it child sex abuse. At my time, it was called fun.  Haven’t had any sleep since that day. But you love sleeping. Don’t you?

If you are hell bent on reading this, I must warn you. Nothing would change. You would read this, appreciate, get enlightened. And then the very next evening, you would go and buy something more entertaining. Who reads books? You do not get laid by reading books. Be honest.

They call me Goat-boy. I am a musician. No, no!

They call me Goat-boy. I am an artist. Oh, shit, no!

My name is Goat-boy. I am a recovering sex addict. Fuck this shit!

Okay, so my name is Goat-boy. I am diagnosed with chronic Insomnia. I am also a recovering sex addict. I play guitar. Shit man!

My name is Jack. I am an artist. Maybe. Maybe not.

But I like calling myself one. I create music, at least try to. I am not too good at what I do but seeing the current logistics, who is? Is Trump a good president?

You only need to be good to do great things: To make money, mediocrity does the trick. Look at you, you make money and good is a very distant expression for you. You are shitty and clumsy but still, you make good money. Don’t you?

I never wanted to be a musician but an interesting mix of life events landed me the trade.

 I won’t admit that it was easy but yes it wasn’t so tough either. My doctor asked me to channelize my sexual energy into something more meaningful than watching porn and wanking. He suggested me to try writing, painting, dancing… I thought a lot. None of these people get laid, a lot.

Writers, they are fucking sex starved delusional.

Painters, they are fucking sex starved crazies.

Dancers, they got no energy left to fuck.

Rock stars, You know the glamour. You would get laid, why won’t you? You are a Rock- star!

So I thought to try my hands on creating some original rock music. Apart from playing music, I also enjoy burning shit.

“Burn It To The Ground”

I was listening to the Radio. Nickelback was playing. Music always pleases me. It makes the voices in my head go away. You should also listen to music. But just wanted to advise you that, “Char bottle Vodka, Kaam uska roz ka” (Four bottles of Rum, Bitch drinks every day…. Please show me how she pukes and shits d pain away.) is not music. These lyrics are not thoughtful. If you listen to this kind of music, I am sure your God would save you. The same God whose idols you purchase for $50 at your nearest place of religious communion – A shopping mall!

I focused on the lyrics.

Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight
I’ve got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We’ve got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out

We’re going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We’re going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Suddenly doctor “UD” came. So, our doctor, an unattractive male in his 40’s, never got married. He got laid the first time when he was 28 years old and got his first job. That too because the nurse had a bad breakup and wanted a rebound. A decent doctor worked for her.

Now, he always had an issue with nervous ticks.

For the STUPID: Nervous ticks, are involuntary muscle movements caused by stress and anxiety.

Doc: Goat-boy, You know why you here?

Me: Yes sir.

Doc: Then you also know that if you do not stop lighting fire to financial institutions, they would send you to a prison. They are only acting patient with you because of your fan following.

Me: No problem. I would light the prison on fire. Lighting fire is my passion. I like it.

Doc: No. It’s a medical condition. You are a delusional and an Arsonist. You need medical attention.

Me: Okay Sir. As you say. But did you ever think why I only burn Financial institutions?

UD: Tell me!

Me: Financial institutions make money. Money is historically an emergent market phenomenon establishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money.[4] Fiat money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment within the boundaries of the country, for “all debts, public and private”. (For the stupid – Money is just a piece of paper and it has no value because it has no great saying or quote written over it. It’s abso-fuckin-lutely of no value.)

UD: Got it. Now make sure you buy your prescription from the shop outside. And also book the next week’s visit by paying $250 advance. Get well soon, Goatboy. We love you! 😊

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

 

A thought just came to my mind. A minute ago. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle. I know what you are thinking, “Aa gaya pagla phir se.” (Here comes the crazy again.) But then in my defense, I have all the facts with me. Please hear me out for two minutes. I won’t rob you off your wealth. Corporations and religions are for that purpose. I just need two minutes, please. And also, “Insanity is just a state of mind like sanity. Who knows who’s what? I certainly don’t (#mostdef)”

My question to you is, “Why not?” We are clothed and civilized because we are supposedly social beings. But are we? I don’t see many social things being done around. I just see few people making money and others buying the goods made and sold by them. Then I also see Television, (fuck Television – the kind you watch. I watch RT.com), which has a propaganda content airing 24/7*365. Everywhere they teach you how to buy things and how to make money to buy em. No one teaches you to achieve freedom and not to willingly submit to slavery. A wise man said –

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

So you’ve tried to pass along your doubt 
Oh you need somebody’s ears to hear you shout 
All your wasted and days and twisted ways are up 
So now it’s time to see the cards you dealt 

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

A wise one said. Not me. I am the crazy one. So, the point being made is, “What’s the point of a consumerist society?” Why fight for it’s thriving? Let it perish and rot away in oblivion. Let’s just orchestrate a Phoenix event. (In the historical record, the Phoenix could symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empiremetempsychosisconsecrationresurrection, life in the heavenly ParadiseChristMaryvirginity, the exceptional man, and certain aspects of Christian life”.[3]). We no longer need to buy things. All of us who want things to change and pave way for a better tomorrow, Let’s just sell our possessions. Buy a ton of books. Buy a backpack. Burn our identifications. Become no one. Because “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

“Let’s be a part of the great Rainbow Family. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!”

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Are you a chimp?

Are you a chimp?

 

Darwin told you, a long time ago that you were a chimp! You agreed, Didn’t you? But he made a small error. Yes, I said it. Loud and clear that Darwin made a mistake. Great men make mistakes too. That’s why Rome fell.

Darwin said you were a chimp. No motherfucker! You still are. Yes, you evolved physically but then that’s about it. You did not read books. You thought it’s too much of work. Let’s just look good and dress well, design an economy which resembles musical chair. Someone would always lose. It’s a musical chair. Those are the rules. And then you decided to fuck nature up and you enjoying, having fun. Just like chimps do. Break twigs, shit, puke, fuck, steal, at times hunt too. That’s your whole fucking story.

So, you still are a chimp! You were a chimp and you are a chimp.

I know some of you are laughing right now thinking I am joking but no I am not. I am damn serious. I am as serious as you were when you decided to nuke Hiroshima to make a point. A very small point. That you were a better chimp. Not so long ago you also decided to eliminate a breed of fellow individuals. One of the alpha male of your esteemed chimp community, ‘Sir great chimp – Hitler’, decided to kill Jews. You just stood there in shock and awe and I don’t know what as I wasn’t born then.

In my time another chimp, ‘Sir Donald fucking Trump chimp’ is doing the same. He wishes to kill every Muslim brother. That’s how chimps do it.

Now some of you are thinking what is my propaganda behind writing this. Am I a Muslim? Am I a naturalist? Do I have a PhD? How am I so confidently stating the but obvious truth. Well, for your chimp brain let’s just assume that I am Charlie Marvin, seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin. And I also talk to the universe, because I am a human being, not a chimp! Unlike you.

So, please pay a very close attention to what I am saying. You are a fucking chimp! Okay! And you accidentally got the gift of language. You are not supposed to know the language. Because you use it to spread hate. You do not use it to spread love or peace. You should only communicate in sign language. Because you are a chimp and chimps are not supposed to talk.

And then came the shittiest moment in human history. You chimps got access to Inter fuck it Net. Holy Fuck! What’s gonna happen now? Every fucking chimp got smart devices. LMAO! LOL! Killing fucking language. (Smiley Emoji).  Because you don’t understand language. You are not supposed to talk.

And all of you who are thinking right now that you are a human being. Well, you are wrong too. You are also a chimp! Because you don’t understand, ‘Where there is will, there is a way’.  You don’t understand,”Honesty is the best policy“. You don’t understand,”Time and tide wait for none“. You don’t understand,”Find something you love and let it kill you”. You don’t understand,”Go all the way or don’t even start”. You don’t understand,”You are a piece of shit”. I don’t know why am I wasting my time talking to you. You won’t understand.”You are a chimp!“.

Please don’t buy a book. Go buy an I-Phone.

Charles Marvin seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin.

Artist ¦Naturalist

A Flood Of Tears

A flood’s gonna’ come

not to wash away all that is

but to drown YOU

for what you’ve done

 

I can hear it

& I know you can’t

you’re focus is

on the sound of silver

 

You built some dams

you killed a few beavers

you suffocated some birds

you burnt a few jungles

 

I know you’re greedy

I know you’re needy

I know what your story is

You’ve risen from ashes

& are now basking in the false sense of permanence

 

Every time the wind blows

Every breath I take in

I am determined

to not let you kill me

in the name of religion

in the name of civilization

 

I won’t let you destroy me

for false dreams of a better tomorrow

I won’t let you laugh

while she cries away

 

A flood’s gonna’ come

slowly, but surely

Hear her sobs, Mother Nature is dying

So I know that a flood’s gonna’ come

I just ‘know’, I can see

 

I’d see you drowning

but don’t worry about me

‘Cause I would be safe

on top of a mountain

And I see the water is already beginning to rise

It isn’t too far away

A flood’s gonna’ come

Your end 

HAS BEGUN.

Son Of Patriarchy : An Open Letter

Dear Daughter of Matriarchy,

It feels good to be able to express myself. The world today does not appreciate a Son of Patriarchy trying to tell a Daughter of Matriarchy ‘her place’. But you would know, that that’s not my intention. You see, our ‘arch’ rival, Matriarchy, who has always been around but has failed to gain a stronghold in society as we have, is always jealous of our success & acceptance. But I must say she does lack the drive to charge forward & fight for the throne, therefore, she keeps a low profile & rarely causes any trouble. But you daughters of Matriarchy have caused trouble from time to time . In fact, somehow, you have even managed to have your way in brother Supreme Court, first cousin Judicial System & our very own son, the constitution too! In fact the legal kin have bent over so much to your whim that it’s almost like they’ve had a sex change! And why not, your liberal pursuits are thoroughly backed by power hungry maniacs with a very distinct & clear agenda.

At first we were extremely generous. The demands were logical, why wouldn’t we be?

It’s only fair for a daughter of matriarchy to have equal footing in terms of education, owning property & the right to vote just as the sons of patriarchy do. so we granted that wish. Instead of acknowledging our generosity, we were belittled & a smear campaign was started against us. Is that how you repay people who accept your demand ?

It was said that we ‘gave in’ & that woman power made this happen. No. We just felt it would make absolutely no difference to us if women wanted to own property or gain an education or the right to vote etc. We had been dealing with this nonsense for centuries! Goodness knows what a herculean task it is to ensure that your family in particular & society in general is protected, fed, clothed & well looked after! We sure could use some help! We just hesitated at first because we knew this was a bother, an necessary evil & we were gentlemen who were chivalrous. We cared about your happiness & wanted to protect you from these burdens. Also, we felt you were already occupied with the heavy task of raising another human being! We noticed how you absolutely loved running a house of your own! No wonder you hate socks lying around & a wet towel on the bed & a kitchen full of dirty dishes. You hated it back then too. You instinctively knew what to do with the babies who grew in you & we loved them because you showed us how! We did the toiling & you baked the bread. We built the house & you made it a home. It was perfect. Alas, all good things come to an end. So did this golden age of happiness. 

Look at what you’ve done now! This is EXACTLY why our ancestors were hesitant to give you power & control. For with power comes great responsibility, & that you do not accept, till date. You want the freedom to roam about alone at night, but you shun the responsibility to protect yourself. You look towards the authorities, the society, us sons of patriarchy, to ensure that a safe haven is somehow created for you. We always knew the world was an unsafe place. We knew it when we were cavemen & stepped out to hunt. How do you suppose we captured our next meal? We risked our lives in doing so. Back then you knew it too. But as time went by, your mind was manipulated by those among us who seek total control. And they are using you to break what we know of a nurtured home, a strong family, a moral society. When would you realize this?

You want sons of patriarchy to give up our natural instinct of aggression & leadership. But at the same time, you expect protection & chivalry. And we don,t blame you for that because we know that’s not you, that’s the battle you lose within yourself each day as you fight your own inner instinct of being a nurturer & your manipulated mind forces you to become something you are not.

Crime against children is at it’s highest today. Any idea why that is? What do you suppose would happen when you snatch a child away from the loving arms of his mother , who has been tricked into believing she is of no worth if she doesn’t join the workforce, & shove him in a room full of other lost children being taken care of by an attendant, a stranger or at home alone in the custody of a nanny, All of these strangers have absolutely no natural instinct to protect or nurture the child. 

Why can’t the father stay at home you ask. Well a father just might. There are fathers who are doing it. But tell me this, why can’t you? Nature believed in you when she decided that instead of the father, it would be you, the mother who would bear the child & bring him into this world & for this task, mother nature prepared you too. She gave you a forgiving heart, a soft embrace, a creative bent of mind. So much so that even your body is shaped to nurture a little human being. You are the first person he recognizes, the first person he trusts, the only person who can feed him for a good amount of time, the only person who understands what he says even when he doesn’t speak. What more does nature have to give you, what words does one need to spell out to you, for you to realize that this is your most natural role? Of course you must pursue your talents. You are creative, no doubt about that. But the key to a fulfilling life is to strike a balance & assume the role that is meant for you.

Please think it over. If not for us, then for the sake of the children.

Yours Truly,

Son Of Patriarchy

 

Reclaiming The Great Outdoors

There is abundant scientific data that provides powerful evidence of the importance of nature for our health. It is an established fact, that time spent in the Great Outdoors reduces the stress hormone cortisol and increases our sense of well-being.

Before urban amenities and entertainment devices came into being, destroying our well-being , distracting us from what we have & making us run after things we don’t need, soaking up the sun, enjoying showers of rain, taking a walk outside in fresh air was entertainment for the soul. It was therapeutic for both mind and body.

Unfortunately, The modern ‘great outdoors’, are confined to malls, shopping complexes and a myriad other soul sucking temples of consumerism.

While shopping and watching movies may distract some people from trivial let downs, the relief these activities provide is momentary and superficial. In fact, most modern devices have, time and again, been linked to diseases like cancer at the very worst and sleep disturbances, anxiety or depression at the very least.

Excessive urbanisation, the constant need to ‘upgrade’ and blatant, unhealthy levels of consumerism have distanced us from nature and are a serious threat to our health. It’s no wonder that people nowadays are so stressed out, depressed and in constant ‘need’ of something they can’t quite put a finger on.

Add to this the adulterated food we put into ourselves and what we get is a breeding ground for disease and misery.

So, what’s the alternative?

The only alternative, is to go back to our roots in nature. Children must be encouraged early on, to spend time outdoors, instead of being handed gaming consoles and mobile phones. We must grow our own food and open channels of discourse with the government to accept the fact that food isn’t a manufactured commodity for trade. It’s a necessity for sustaining life and found abundantly in nature to be tapped and consumed..

We must get vegetation out of the trade cycle and switch to barter system at least with food. This can be done locally, by bringing together self supported communities. Thinking on the lines of planting vegetables in your garden instead of growing a lawn could be a good start !

We must encourage schools to teach gardening to kids. If children can have extra curricular courses like swimming, horse riding, dancing, knitting etc, then why not gardening and vegetation?

Not only will such an engagement with nature be healing , it will also ensure that our future generations are guided gently back to the right path.

Let us take the future in our hands by choosing the right path, right now.

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