Life Is A Waste Of Time

Pork, turkey and cheese have been rinsed, marinated and stocked to the brim in the freezer;
Carols we heard sing, crackers were bought and family get-togethers all attended;
Lights and stars hang around as gleefully as the people who bring out those smiles right in time for those selfies...
This is supposed to be Christmas eve.
When so many things happen around me, my mind wanders into areas I need not tread. Everything seems like a waste of time - food, job, education, people and nevertheless, life itself - a sheer waste of time. It is not like I am in this thanathos mode for the first time... yet, a few things grave enough to leave a scar have happened around me this recently that has made me wonder, what is the point in life(?)
Coming to think about it, like it were an achievement, my lack of ambition has become a burden rather than a blessing at the moment. It actually surprizes me. I realize that life has this huge potential to tease us and test us at the most vulnerable of times - when principles you stand for get mocked and beaten, the ones you thought took vows of chastity and were supposedly clean, happen to be the rottenest lot of hypocritical liars, spineless slaves become speechless spectators to the oppressor's delight and alas, people who you fight for betray you at last and run away as far as they can while you stand there all beaten and bruised. And you still stand, know(wish)ing that there is truth in the saying, 'The truth shall set you free.' From what? For what? I don't know.
Once again, what is truth? Is it something that I believe? Something that I comfortably believe or perhaps believe for comfort's sake? Truth, as a Bio-technologist put it, '...is 360 degree. It is a point from where you feel what you see (360 degrees around you) is what it is. What you believe to be true from that certain point at that certain time.' Within the radius of that point, there are perhaps 360 more or even more points and from each point is another 360 degrees - which gives 'truth' an unlimited chances and infinite possibilities to exist with a multiple 360 degrees within that small 360 degree from which we see it. So now, what is truth after all? Is it an illusion or a pet delusion we all seem to have chanced?
The more you ponder, the more useless everything you believed to be true is. Everything a sheer waste of time. Time taken to know, to understand, to believe, to follow - all a waste of time.
We all want to be the one's who know everything, who want to control everything and think that we can plan and execute everything and cling on to anything that we find comfortable to rest our beliefs in and name it 'The Truth'. Truth is far from it. 'I don't even know what it is' - perhaps that is the truthest of truth you could possibly hear from me right now. I really don't know why people betray, why people become spineless, why people value survival more than living with dignity and respect, why people want everything they desire when they can give nothing to deserve it, why those closest to you decide to step into silence when their voices, even their simplest whisper would mean so much to you... I don't know. I really don't know.
Life is a waste of time.
Happy Christmas Everyone...        

Have You Met These Kinds

Often it seems to me that I have this irrevocable personality flaw to notice what I consider 'wrongs' and an intense urge that comes with it to set things right - almost like an OCD. Wanting to expose some academic and financial scams recently I had filed a few RTIs (Right To Information). In good faith, it was foolish on my part in hoping that these self-proclaiming good guys in religiously whitened pedestals would be true to their word. It was a mistake. Should have realized that these dark clowns in dark spaces would be who they are true to themselves - the unhappiest lot I have ever encountered - who unless you experience personally would never believe the kind of falsehood they live in so incessantly, shamelessly and lavishly. 

To cut the long story short, all the responses from their side to queries raised to them, were either blatant lies or fabricated non-sense. Cowards lie. It is like that pesky frotteurist who has no other way but to do what he does in silence, in fear of being exposed otherwise. These guys are so creepy too and to realize that they have been entrusted with big responsibilities makes me wonder if the whole world has gone mad, being unable to realize the true nature of these scoundrels who the world not only trusts yet also genuflects ritually. Lying, Creepy, Cowardly Scoundrels.

It is their ability to project themselves as angels covered in white that people easily believe in them and that they mean good. They are like these white-washed haunted houses - inviting and nice outside while deceptive and pure evil within. They are seasoned traitors and marked betrayers. Day after day we get to see, hear and even meet these kinds - in the streets, in the market, in our families, in our workspaces and often closer than we ever imagined or suspected them to be. Those Lying, Creepy, Cowardly, Filthy Scoundrels.

They live on us. The strange thing is that they make us feel that their validation is important to us when in reality, they depend on us validating them to exist. They are paranoid and masters of imagination and suspicion. They suck you out to live. Those Lying, Creepy, Cowardly, Filthy, Parasitic Scoundrels.

Giving them too much of accolades - even of their immense capacity to do evil - would make them feel large. Those unworthy souls unfit for a morsel should be denied being served a banquet of praise they would relish. Let us deny them of that. They deserve to be ignored like how we would swap aside a mosquito no matter how irritatingly it spins around - it definitely is not entertaining. How I wish they could see and realize that. Wish they could be sent to another planet too - preferably to one that does not even exist - where they can chew each other's head; the sight as such would be like watching a pit full of slithering vipers, adders and mambas and every other known and unknown slithering creature in an orgy fest to get the best of each other. Good riddance to bad rubbish, please. Those Lying, Creepy, Cowardly, Filthy, Slithering Scoundrels.

The very fact that they are capable of lies and are a big fat living lie themselves, indicates that they will defeat their own purpose of existence much sooner than later. At the end of the day, truth only triumphs and truth alone triumphs. Still, those Lying, Creepy, Cowardly, Filthy, Slithering, Clumsy Scoundrels... Duh!