CRIME AND SIN

                       CRIME  AND  SIN

     Crime and sin are two big words in any believer's life and most of my life, I have given equal importance to both. But they are equal only when you live in a country following the unaltered version of B. R. Ambedkar's constitution.

     In the eyes of law, marital rape may or may not be a crime. In the eyes of God, it is a sin; of highest degree. Not letting lovers unite and even killing them is considered honourable by humans. Gods? Rukmini eloped with Krishna ON HER WEDDING DAY.

     If you call out the wrongs of a powerful person, let alone a politician, you are an anti-national. But Parmatma will actually call you His 'brave and woken child'. In humans' eyes, killing a rapist Brahmin is "Brahmin Hatya"(Check Vinay Sharma). But Ram even killed the non-rapist Brahmin, Raavan.

     In the changing times of today, speaking in English is like a crime for an India. In God's eyes, one Brahmin, Eknath, was equal to a thousand Brahmins even though he loved all languages.

     In the forthcoming laws, being a Muslim will be a crime(Pratyaksh ko Pramaan Kaisa), but in our Radha Ma's eyes, Gulabsakhi was worthy of being in Her Family. Soon, these laws might make women secondary beings. But religion? Well, religion gives us Maa Kali. In today's laws, only the Central Eurasians, Aaryans, are Indians. In our Maker's eyes, "Vasudhev Kutumb Bakam".

     Soon, by law, these words of mine might be called a national threat, but for the Gods? "Ram Jaane!"

     

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!