Close your eyes and listen to the din of the world.
All those people, their thoughts,
the hum of fear, the roar of tyrants
and the shrill whistle of Rules.
Do not think, do not speak, do not express.
Most importantly, do not do.
For that’s the only way, the right way.
Considerate, civilized and the path to amenable co-existence.
Man is a social animal.
I shall give birth to you, and the pain of labor
shall be my trump card, a sword that I dangle over your head.
You don’t need to know that I conceived you in a moment of lust,
I will protect you from that knowledge, I swear.
I shall raise you, give you food, a good home, clothes, education,
making sure that it’s better than that of Ram and Shyam – you know, the neighbors’ kids.
Look at how hard I work, look at how I brown-nose big-shots
I moan and groan about how I work day and night for you
so that every cell of your body is burdened by the knowledge, “I do this for you.”
When I do all these for you, why can’t you give me the one thing that I ask for?
Why can’t you just
Did you know that God created the world?
Shush. Don’t ask, just listen.
Just as He created, He can destroy
There’s a place called Hell for the disobedient like you
Trust me, you do not want to go there
There’s Lucifer and his lobster-colored cronies
They’d deep-fry you and poke you with pitchforks
You will be in agony, no one will help you.
And then there’s Heaven
Where angels sing and play their harps
You can sit on cloud chairs and sup on honey
Join the angel choir and worship God.
Only the pure in heart can enter the gates of Heaven.
And the pure in heart obey rules, they believe, they have child-like faith, they don’t question, they are bovine, they listen to elders, they go to church, they pay their tithes, they are meek, they don’t aspire for what they don’t deserve, they are grateful, they are good, they are good, they are good…
Now, you must be under this foolish notion that you must not kill.
Well, you shouldn’t really, but sometimes you can and must.
And guess what, I will even pay you, glorify you, if you do that.
Shush, don’t ask anything. Just listen.
There are people called enemies, they live across wire fences.
Those who stand that side are enemies and this side are friends.
Simple. Don’t you get it? Don’t be a dunce.
Look at the line. This side, don’t kill. That side kill.
Shoot them, loot them, burn them, ravage them, rape them, torture them.
It’s not wrong. It’s the highest right.
Do that and I shall call you brave.
You shall be glorified, posthumous if you get blown off, you know, incidentally.
There is something called collateral damage, you don’t really mind, do you? Because it’s for a good cause.
Now this is not for the lily-livered. You ought to be the bravest and noblest.
That’s the way of the world.
Do you have it in you to