Brave New World.

Urgent Message to World! To the Brave New World!”
“Oh God! Why did you hid this book from me?” 

This amazing piece of dystopian future and literature have crafted an image in my mind which is scary and yet so accurate. The Philosopher and writer Aldous Huxley, have played everything so wonderfully accurate that you the world it creates is fairly similar to our reality. I often wonder myself that whether the book 1984 and Brave New World are the blueprints of society. 

The Brave New World has so much power in its pages that it is the evidence of vividly known idiom, “Pen is mightier than sword.” 

It will not be fair and even justified to the reader if I accidentally reveal something from the book; hence I refrain myself from speaking about the literature it is concealing. 

Yet the ideologies and the structure doesn’t let it wander in Dystopian Fiction. I really feel compelled to tell you, instead I will WARN you that the book will, at several points will have you confused and connected to the world around you. 

I have found the map to blueprints of something I believe is of greater importance and I will continue to explore. 
If you have the void created by functioning of society then this book will help fill the hole with delicacy. You will need an open mind, you will have to discard the theories and your egos to dive in the depth of words waiting for you. BUT, this adventure is worth it. 

I dare! 

How many of you have been bullied? If you were bullied, then I am not sorry. I don’t have slightest guilt or remorse to offer. Because if I had read about you, or heard about you, I would have done what most of the people do.. “Tsk-Tsk… poor soul”. And I might have said few things about how it’s bad and how we should not do it. But is that all? That’s it? That’s fu**ing it!? Someone died, someone has been troubled just because he is different and all you could do is move the muscle of your tongue and make that sound. 

We both know you will do that again, and trust me I know that many of the readers have left on that paragraph, calling me dumb names, making fun of me, or doing things that could remotely effect me somehow.. those are the people who pushed that kid in the locker, danced on his desk when he was talking to his friend, made fun when he wanted to be more like his dad or someone more inspiring that “swag” or “Justin Bieber”.
 That little guy you pushed in that locker had bigger dreams than your ego. 
But you couldn’t accept that could you? You wanted to feel superior! And how? By picking up on the guy who just want to be accepted. Who just wanted to be another face in the crowd, not a weird disease, not a clown, not someone who wants to be remembered as trash. You call them, you hurt them, you sometimes even go to hunt them down! Because your ego is more important than his mental health, physical health, and his life.
You don’t care if he is cool in his own way. You don’t care that even after all that you put him through all he wants to make you his friend. Maybe someone he could show his magical world to, someone who would pick that stick from garden and fight some Dragon before calling him weird. But to you it’s all just stupid, isn’t it? After all, you don’t care about all that, you don’t have the guts to look in the eyes of that kid, now grown up, to even ask for forgiveness. 

But you have little shame in you, don’t you? I am trusting in you at this point, maybe not shame, but regret, guilt, that is eating you up. You have imagined walking down the corridor in his shoes and you have imagined how would it have felt if you were the one to get the beating for no reason. 
Maybe you have that guilt, maybe your child is being bullied, or maybe he took after you and became a bully. Ask him, talk to him, you don’t want to have the same regrets like you have. He needs someone who could guide him, like you needed someone who could have guided you. 
Be a parent. Don’t encourage bullying. 

Daring

The depth of plan. 

..”You see Daniel, I was staring in the hole. Those eyes were staring back at me. I swear to god it was not fake. I am not making this up! You gotta believe me!” Said Pamela pulling Daniel’s collar. 

She claimed she had seen her father on the night before yesterday. Who is in prison awaiting his fate to be announced any day and see the world smile one last time from the gallows pole.
“No no, it cannot be sweetheart. There was nothing down there. We did it. We survived that hellhole. Now no one can touch us.” He remembered how hard it was to pull out the skeleton from the grave. As he waited and waited along with the moon, from the gravestone.

“But I saw him! I swear to god! I watched him crawl out of Mum’s grave.” 

Annoyed Daniel hissed at his sister as she went on and on about the episode she had. Maybe she is schizophrenic or maybe the guilt is residing in the Depth of heart, gnawing it slowly; spitting venom at her reality. 


She was surer than the moon that watched over them that night. Yet her own brother was questioning her sanity. She tells him that after they were done digging out the corpse of their mother she watched their father crawl from the grave, he stood next to the gravestone, touched the engraved name and kissed it once before turning his head and fixing his gaze in their direction. 

This is what she has been trying to make Daniel believe, but Daniel was as stubborn as his father. He says nothing was there, they simply dug out the grave, took what they were looking for and drove off. 
It is a possibility that he saw him there as well, but his conscious already knew that the father has been displayed in the public execution. In reality both of them have the gift of watching things that can be either divine or horrendous for normal populous. They see things that are there but the brother discards them as hallucinations. 
Pamela says, “Why don’t you believe me!? You must have seen him as well. Didn’t you? You saw him, right? Why the hell are you denying that! You saw him and I saw him what the hell is happening!? Is he okay?” 
“Look Pam, father.. ermm.. has been executed 2 days ago. The trial was over I just needed to have that ring removed from her finger. Something about it came up after he was executed.  Now if we can prove he was innocent then we can live off well for the rest of our lives.” 
“but didn’t we frame him to take the blame?” Asked a surprised Pamela. 
“we did sweetheart, we did. But you know he didn’t leave anything to us, she didn’t leave anything to us. Both of them donated everything they had. Him to that whore and her children and she did to that foundation she was working with. In the game of becoming great they left out lives deeply scarred. And this!.. this could be our chance! You can go for your modeling career and I might even start something close to a business. But we gotta stick together, we cannot prove anything if you or me say anything about father being visible to us. They will call us crazy and we will lose the case. We need to be strong..” He leaned in for the kiss and his lips parted from the sweating forehead of hers. “We need to be one!” 

Alleged rapist set free, if he could touch victim’s feet.

Disclaimer: I am not making it up.

The incident took place in Meerganj Tehsil, Uttar Pradesh. When the cops refused to lodge the complaint of the victim and she didn’t let go of the courage.

She brought the matter in front of the village panchayat and the Pradhan then dragged the accused in front of the police station and made him! I repeat made him, touch the feet of victim and was pardoned.  And she was also told to silence her protest as the accused touched her feet and apologized.

I don’t know about the media, whether they have covered it up by the same passion for Indrani Mukherjee’s case but this case was a mockery of Indian Judiciary System, again.

All the facts given, the Superintendent of Police has ordered the Circle Officer to look further into the matter.

It is abundantly clear how the local heights are using the Nayay Panchayat in their favour and imposing this mockery of our Justice System. This issue needs to be addressed or this will motivate the others to do these foolish things again and again.

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Sexist tales. #7

“My god! Look at the brave lady standing up to her beliefs”

Said the face in the crowd surrounding the man who was getting beat up by his wife. Ignoring the reality that he accepted the beating as his beliefs to not harm any woman.

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