God was Murdered

Do you remember that moment or experience, which altered everything you believed in life or something you knew for sure turned out to be stunningly false or GaF [grey-as-f***].  I’ve had my share of watershed moments & experiences of the strange kind. Those are the incidents that showed me how little I know & how spectacularly stupid I am. I don’t know if it has everything to do with the culture I grew up in, I, till age 25, believed death penalty is the right thing to do if a person commits monstrous crimes like brutal murder & rape. What’s the point of giving the criminal 25 years or life-time imprisonment. That’s a ridiculous waste of scarce resources to feed a despicable criminal for 25-50 years. And how do we know he wouldn’t commit more bone-chilling crimes in prison or when he is released outright or on parole. Death Penalty felt fairly ‘common sense’ to me. But then I was reminded by a good ol’ man, Abraham Lincoln — “Son, common sense is nothing more than a dep

Why do you watch films? Every time I see a film, I know that that film has a magical ability to do something visceral — something deeper to me in those 2 hours that perhaps 20 years of life wouldn’t. It almost never happens & often when it feels like it has happened, it turns out to be fleeting . But sometimes it happens for real - it sticks to my soul — like true love.  There are films —Dark Knight, Fight Club, American History X, Bol— that made all of me quiver, levitate, introspect & rethink life. And then there are films that make the whole of you nostalgic, chuckle, cloudy in the eyes, & feel a tiny bit infinite — The Perks of Being a Wallflower is that kinda film. This is a perfect film for the Gen-Z even if it’s set in 1991 with no cellphones or social media. It’s perfect for older millennials like me too & anyone, even a 97-year-old geezer as long as they can remember that once she was 15 — once he was 17 and world was a filthy ocean of shameless dreams &

Before I review the book review, let me tell you a little bit about who the fuck am I. I was in jail till last week. Let me repeat that. I was in jail till last week.  During my live on YouTube trial, I told the judge “I didn’t switch off my wife. My wife ran away with her boyfriend — Saddam Hussein.” Well, the Judge was a lesbian & she refused to believe anything I said. Why? Because I’m not a lesbian — she told me “Saddam is dead & so are you” and gave me a fuckin’ life sentence. As it turns out — After five years in jail, I was released last week after my 7 th ex-wife bumped into my allegedly-dead wife, allegedly-dead Saddam & Supreme Leader Kim Jong-Un in a strip club in North fucking Korea. My 7 th ex-wife instantly sent the evidence to my lesbian judge’s Instagram & I was released immediately — without any apology — without any compensation — without any job.  Shameless! Anyway, when I got out I asked people what’s the easiest way to make money now-a-days. E

When it comes to books, I can, with a butcher’s knife, smoothly slice my life into two contrasting halves. When I turned 20, I had read 2 books: Sydney Sheldon’s Rage of Angels [asked to read by a girl I really liked] & Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations [High School curriculum] As I’m on the cusp of 40, I’ve read 227-234 books. My metamorphosis began when my friend gave me Dan Brown’s Da Vince Code for my 22 nd birthday. “Thanks, Claire. I will read it” I said & looked at the book — 592 pages — I knew I wasn’t going to finish it in my lifetime. But once I started reading, I got smitten with the book like I had been smitten with sports, spunky girls, & biryanis. I was reading it in the washrooms, trains, lectures, cafeterias, nightclubs, middle-of-the-night, walking & crossing roads [I highly recommend it].  I still hauntingly remember the tragedy that befell me when I finished the book. I felt torn & heart-broken. The book had ended but it felt like t

Are people in 2021 braver as they are outspoken about their mental health or millennials-&-Gen-Z are snowflakes? What’s evident is that tons of us don’t know how to take shit that life throws at us anymore. We are too narcissistic to understand that the world doesn’t revolve around us & not everything happens as per our whims & wishes — dreams & desires. And that we’re not the centre of the universe.  We can’t handle a break-up {oh, my boyfriend left me. sob.sob.icecream.sob.sob.wine.sob.sob}. We can’t accept rejection from the universities or a job interview. We want to win it all or “Life sucks ass, babe.” We can’t live without a smartphone for a day. We can’t live without Wifi for an hour.  People don’t like to be told that they’re weak. They rather hear — “It’s not your fault, love.” Circumstances are to blame. Genetics are to blame. Girlfriend is to blame. Trump is to blame. I’m not a doctor. I’m a human with experiences running into almost 4 decades. There are a