We might not notice or maybe we do. We might be them ourselves. The fact of the matter is that they’re around us and they’re everywhere. What differentiates them from first class citizens is the amount of freedom they enjoy within the state. But that’s a long and tiresome debate. Let’s just understand one thing, these second-class citizens are seen as a nuisance, not a legitimate part of the land we occupy, from whom we withhold rights. No matter how much they do for us, they are rejected or labeled as ‘traitors’. We’re guided by our dogmas and our bigotry, … Continue reading Second Class Citizens
Freedom The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants. Humans desire freedom. Purportedly. Under the control of society, some humans believe in their own personal illusion of freedom. Other people seek control to attain freedom. Control over surroundings. Their surroundings involve others’ lives. People seek control over others to attain freedom. Idiocy. Freedom gained through the sacrifice of others’ freedoms is the one many seek. This gives rise to the principle of hierarchy (discussed later on). The paradox of the necessity of control to achieve freedom is the reason hierarchies should be difficult to maintain. Hierarchy … Continue reading An extract from Why Raid – ‘Freedom & Hierarchy’
For god’s sake man, have some dignity. It was Eid, a religious celebration, it was that one time for you people to just keep quiet and keep it in your pants. Men like these disgust me to the extent that I pray to God that they do not have daughters. How much do you need to lose your faith, humanity and consciousness to do such a horrible thing? I pray to God that these inhumane creatures get their vocal cords ripped out of their throats and their ” MAN’S PRIDE” gets butchered in the worst possible way. These transgenders are … Continue reading A Rant On The Transgender Treatment.
Write because you are good at it. Sing because you are good at it. Study because you are good at it. Bla Bla because you are good at it. Nobody said Live because you are good at it. In … Continue reading Good At It
Shrill cries pierce my reverie
Vine-y fingers encircle my arm
Shoulders shaken, the cacophony-of worry- fills my ears
Mutely, not protesting in alarm
I am dragged back by The Distressed
Back to my life-as they see fit
I try to speak but am silenced
Not allowed out of home since birth
Atleast not without an escort
Eons have transpired in their pointless worry
Visionless by birth, voiceless by the protector
(I realise) I cannot tell anyone of the things I see
For in my condition, who
In this world would dare believe me Continue reading Within The Confines of My Mind.
I am not going to sugarcoat, use any jargon or beautiful metaphors here, this is me using a platform to talk about what went on in my head for the longest time. It took 8 months’ worth of sessions coupled with exposure and eidetic therapy and the only reason I am talking about this today is because I was fortunate enough to be a ‘mild case.’ Fortunate enough to seek therapy and fortunate enough to have the support I needed.
There are still days where I relapse and this struggle will always be there, but I am my mother’s daughter after all, forever stubborn and unyielding. So, come, shake hands with me the next time you see me around the university, and this time, I promise I will return it. Continue reading Centripetal
My beloved existence, my beloved self.
I have lost you. Continue reading Can you hear me? Where did I go?