Bad people smoke, smoke up, drink or fool around. They do it because they like it. Spoilt rich kids. Do their parents know nothing? All of them are hedons who will burn in hell, with their eyeballs pickled in vinegar, and you will look down on them, it’ll be the way its supposed to be. And that girl who wore “sleeveless” with no dupatta ? Slut. Did you see the provocative artwork and prose she came up with? It’s Satan’s work. Good people should stay away from these people, and talk about them from afar. Two dimensional and feeling-less they are. Unlike you.
You have no problem keeping within the realms of the “acceptable” in society. And of course, what is acceptable is above what is human or even what is religious. Questioning is unacceptable. You always do the acceptable thing, and then assume the martyr air you feel so becomes you. Right and acceptable are the same thing to you. Like when you were the sweet girl who married at 16 and your mother bragged about how you could run a household on your own. Two years down the road your mother whined about the saas making you run the entire household. You sighed. And hubby dearest married the sweet little girl, instead of the “mod” ones he’s hung out with all his life. And then whined about her not being able to hold his interest. Cheated. They stayed together because divorce is unacceptable. He got his cake and ate it too. She blew a lot of cash, then went on being nice.
Your mental and emotional maturity was attained during puberty, that is about the range of life experiences you could “acceptably” experience, at least while you were still single. Friends whose parents let them go out, or went out anyways, were to be judged, since you couldn't wait for God to judge them after they died,and existed around just so you could revel in how much more respectable you were. That took off the sting when you moped over not enjoying the same freedom.
Eventually you learnt to put down others, to feel better. Talking about someone’s life, was a good substitute for having one of your own. Less harmful for your reputation too.
Congratulations. You have achieved mediocrity. Your greatest achievement would be not being an embarrassment. Or cause of “dishonor”. You are relevant for as long as this society is stagnant. Which, of course seems an indefinite state. Or maybe not.
12 comments:
March 17, 2012 at 11:46 AM
who is to be blames? no one but our own judgement....."Eventually you learnt to put down others, to feel better. Talking about someone’s life, was a good substitute for having one of your own. Less harmful for your reputation too."
Very nice conclusion ;)
March 17, 2012 at 12:35 PM
Bad people smoke...
Does that mean everyone who smokes is bad, or every bad person smokes?
Either way, there could be a good person who smokes or is it smoking that makes someone bad.
If a good person smokes then he knows that its a bad habit rather a bad person who smokes also knows that its bad.
Anyway not for the sake of being judgemental, but who is not bad these days? Who is not a hedonist? Everybody has their own secrets and have done their share of misdeeds, knowingly or unknowingly but this is too blunt for anyone to take :P
March 17, 2012 at 12:45 PM
Thts part of the point Human. Smokers arent evil. And everyones got skeletons. Every saints got a past, n every sinner a future. People need to start getting lives
March 17, 2012 at 1:44 PM
Its an interesting read!
Its applicable to a lot of us today who have too much free time and too many people to talk about.
Even the smallest of differences among people become their defining features which somehow or the other makes you better than them. Just mechanisms to feel good about ourselves because there aren't really many positive points in our own selves so we compensate for that by highlighting the bad in others.
March 17, 2012 at 2:51 PM
You have very conveniently and effortlessly said it all. Such is the moral dilemma of today.
March 26, 2012 at 10:44 AM
Every Pakistani is judgmental thats the way we have been wired since forever.. sad
October 9, 2012 at 1:30 PM
Oh yeah, bully the satanists from the get go why dont you??
On a serious note, you spoke my mind/heart/soul out.
October 11, 2012 at 2:17 AM
Yes. Poor Satanists. :P
hahahha. Thanks S.M. Uzair :D
October 23, 2012 at 11:50 AM
I may sound egotistic or positively obnoxious now, but these articles of yours sound/read like an extension of my poems..:P
Let us redeem the crate of misery
A joke of dereliction, greed arbitrary
More to the irate; insatiable flock
Fed the breed, from blood to the rocks
Images blurred,necks were scarred
Skins burnt fresh,"ragdolls" rejoiced afar
Make a mix,contempt to empathy
Acceptance to berate,gravitate serenity
Wine of the world, quakes the shores
Circles repeat, encased onto the lore
Eyeless,hooded,we are together
Disembodied, whole, our puzzle forever
Sorry couldnt resist..:P
If you want the full piece..id be happy to oblige..:)
October 23, 2012 at 1:14 PM
Sure! I'd like to read that. Post it here or link me up :)
November 13, 2012 at 11:40 AM
Im posting them directly cause theyre all on FB.
More or less I am able to only count
The strangest of compasses that we have
Heirlooms and trinkets, let us look through
Exhale, look immersed, seem benign
And to seem, how quaint
Pulverized by thoughts of peace
Embedded firmly within desire
The need to never want
Life as it is, as it were, as it could be
As it might be, how much am I noticing?
Can I see you? Me? Anything or anyone
I am always alive, I must be
Or do I seem it, to whom
To me? And yet there is nocturne
Look yonder the flash of blue
The red of death, the silver of birth
Is it not insanity?
To be this vengeful, to yearn this much
To yearn to not yearn
And yet we still yearn
Like blood, awash the inside
With deliberation to need, to exist
Breathe, exhale, seem immersed
Curiosity is but temporary
Vagaries, glimpses, illusions what else?
Debaucheries and distinctions, oh to distract us this well
But from what, there is a connection
Firm and forlorn but it is there
Im so close, I can taste it
The death of reason, death of knowing
Death of seeing, death of seething
The funeral that renews
And we will be the congregation
The new witness,to the burial and birth
Arise and renew,
What a joke eh?
Do I seem enough yet?
Immersed, passionate, driven?
What's the opposite of apathetic
Recall, come now
Deception, that must be it,
A mask is all I need
It's all anyone has ever needed
But then I will seem, "un-different"
Flow and softly flow
There is that desire
It's simply there
Yearning, casting, never waning
More to that, that must be euphoria
But how can we know euphoria
Is it that temporary bliss?
Or is this the bliss,
To keep wanting and wanting again
Sailors we must be, going home
Still afraid to drown
Still afraid to be agonized
Still afraid to see
Look immersed, come away
There's enough light for all
Enough to quench our nerve
Seemingly enough to kill
Empty flitting words, waste of ink,
Like dead ants on white
Beholding the power we wish to see
But really just dead flies
This must be anger, finally
Am I yearning still?
I must be, I am still alive
Arent I? Yes?
November 13, 2012 at 11:41 AM
Apologies for lateness, poor attention and memory span I have.
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