Crime or Not?

The problem with modern society is that they teach kids that killing is a crime. IT IS NOT. Killing for the wrong purpose is.

If you kill someone attacking you or someone else, it is a noble act. But kids are not taught so. So, they grow up being cowards.

All the great civilizations were built on being able to kill better than your rival. In other words, it is survival instinct. You can't call yourself a 'pacifist' if someone is constantly creating havoc. You can't just continue sitting peacefully. If you can, you have to get your hands dirty to maintain the peace.

You are not a supporter of non-violence, if you are being non-violent to someone being persistently violent.

Our idea of right and wrong has become very crooked in this era of "modernization". Our invaders are constantly attacking us in the name of 'justice' and we are hoping for God to come and save us.

The idea of 'non-violence' is good but not when our homes are under seize. At such times, we must fight. When people are defaming us with their lies, we must hit back with our truths. 

Well, as Karl Popper said, "We should therefore claim, in the name of tolerance, the right not to tolerate the intolerant."

SLD

A DEPRESSED CHILD'S DIARY

Hey, fellow unicorn believers!

This blog here, is a short one on my ongoing depression. You can read it as you...

Let us suppose we all have a fire burning inside us. In that case, most of the people around me, my friends and siblings, i.e., most of the people who love comparing themselves with me, are full of a blaze; a fire that's ready to engulf everything around it. It's beautiful and intense. They all are burning bright with passion and ambition, provoked even more by their supportive parents.

And then there's me; a small diya of hope, somehow managing to stay lit, with heavy downpour all around. Hoping and begging for help and some shelter, celebrating of I could make it through just another day.

That's it, friends, for today. See you soon again!

Depression Diary 3

Depression Dairy Returns!

Haha! I know the heading suc*s. But depression has struck again, so I apologise.

Well! It has been quite some time since I wrote my pevious and second blog on depression and had promised you guys another blog on how I overcame my depression. But honestly, with tears in my eyes and a hysterical laughter, I say this; I had just fooled myself that I were out of depression.

I realized it is just a phase of depression where you are strong for a few days. But having no expert's guidance, I thought that I had defeated my Demon Depression.

You know what the funny thing about chronic depression is? It makes you realize that life is not a bed of thorns. Sometimes, you get a shower of roses too. Of course, then the thorns get jealous and strike back with greater might!

So, I'm still in these troubled waters and mistook a buoy for my Island Paradise. Trust me; more than asthma patients get asthma attacks, I get depression attacks aka emotional breakdowns. 

Well! I'll be back with another update soon. Till then, bye and take care, my fellow depresseds!

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BETRAYAL

Since a long time, during my chronic loneliness, I had remembered the pain of betrayal but not the actual stories. I knew I'm hurt and sad out of back-stabbing, betrayals and some more things but I couldn't remember what had actually happened.

This was because I had stopped making friends a long time ago because in primary school itself, I faced a lot of betrayals. So, that's how I became and went by my days; introvert, socially awkward and "friend" hater. 

But recently, having completed college, I faced this storm of loneliness. I felt like I am in outerspace without an oxygen mask. I suffered, a lot, in silence, without my family's knowing(as if they'd care), during the covid-19 lockdown and week before I decided that enough is enough.

I need friends. I can't continue waiting for Prince Charming(vaise bhi IITians ke bhav bahut hote hai). So, I messaged everyone, I've ever had the least communication with on facebook as well as whatsapp. Guess what? Oh! I'm overwhelmed to share. 

Only 50% of them replied back. Not surprised actually; I don't have notes to share anymore(nor am I sexy).

So, I chatted with the remaining 50% on facebook. They said that they were trying to contact me but my whatsapp was off. I shared my number with them, the same old number. And waited for their message, which hasn't come yet and I wonder if they'll ever come. So, I came down to 25% of my whatsapp friends. Oooh! The intimate ones. 

One among them had said before that I am very special to him and he could give his life for him. And after chatting for a week, I shared this family issue I'm facing and since he claims to have legal knowledge, I asked for help and advice and what I got in return is a "Hmmm"!(Oh! My favourite word.)

So, were the other friends. "SLD! I'm always there for you. Remember me whenever you need something.". And now, "Oh don't worry about it. People have gone crazy in lockdown."

Yeah! Lockdown has made my relatives want to put my father in lockup.... Simple as that. 

So, just one friend actually tried to help me. She contacted her really powerful college friend. Let's see if he can help. 

So, in conclusion, from 20-25 friends, I came down to 1 in just a week. This is why I am a loner. I wasn't born this way. Actually, I was supposed to be a social butterfly. But being unrich, untalented and unsexy, people often unfriended me and betrayed me(after use). I didn't remember this as I stopped actively trying to make new friends since standard 6, but my soul or heart or brain or whatever it is, remembered the hurt. Probably, that's why they say to trust your gut.

But honestly, loneliness kills!

The Life You Envy

            "Or pora, pora. Amar kaaj kaaj noye?"

English : "Her studies are studies; my work isn't work?"

        These words came out the mouth of my elder sister, my own elder sister, when she had to cook simple rice and pulses for a few days as our mother was sick. My sister, who boasts to have cooked chicken and biryani and what not while she was in hostel for 5 years while studying, said those words.

       Let me introduce us both. My sister is a 9:30 to 6 working individual, presently working from home(COVID days). And I know not what kind of an office she works in because I see her talking with her alleged Muslim boyfriend, lying in bed during work hours, and then her boss calls exactly when we need her (And you know what? I ain't even exaggerating.). Oh! Alleged bf because we doubt them but she denies anddddd because we happen to be a right wing Hindu family.

        And then here I am. A fresh graduate on market, who did her graduation in pure science, so she can't bag a job immediately. I had 2 options - study further or prepare for the competitive. Of course, I chose the latter because parents refused to pay for higher studies! Tadaaa...

       So, here we are. My sister, with her studies complete and a fixed 9:30 to 6 job (God! So boring. Can I simply write 9 to 5? You'll get the point, right?) and me, working a 5-hour part-time job, 3-hour coaching class, studying current affairs, wih no prior knowledge or interest in knowing what the capital of some remote African country is. And if you have prepared or are preparing for any government exam, you know how much time a day it takes.

       So, my sister (1) being the elder one,

(2) being the one who lived outside our house for 5 years, 'cause I didn't,

(3) being the one who can give more time to household chores,

(4) being the one who always boasts of her skills and qualities and

(5) being the one who, along with mother and father, always makes me feel worthless and a burden on Dear Earth, 

I assumed I would do 30% of work and she would do 70% of the work now that our mother is sick(actually, claims to be sick).

       But then those words came. And then I started doing 60% of work. And I hoped the words would stop. But they didn't. Now, coupled with mother's words, I have to work 80%, along with the afore mentioned conditions and still no respect! Wow! Hurray to the sins I committed in my last life that led me to this life.

       So, if any of my real life friend is reading this, here is the life of mine that you envy so rigorously. Bye!