God was Murdered

While I was smoking up with a new [and amazing] friend on her serene terrace at almost midnight, she said, in between of taking rapid drags, "Feminism isn’t about posting half-naked pictures and saying  I can do whatever with my body. I’m free . Feminism is about equality not the freedom to take your shirt off in public." This she said in reference to one of her friends who posts semi-nudes of self & proclaims to be a feminist. My friend says her friend – the exhibitionist – is an immature ignorant wannabe who doesn't know squat about feminism. I take her word for it. But with all due respect to my perceptive friend, I’ve to say feminism is as much about taking your shirt off in public as it’s about equality. And what’s equality if it doesn’t  cover  the right to  uncover . There will be no equality till women are judged on — what they wear, where their tattoos are inked, entering th...

Superstitionists swear breaking a glass brings good luck I broke one as I headed out for the first time to meet her I rushed, typed on my cell, and shot a glance at the winter sun And almost tripped embarrassingly on the speed breaker Girls walking next me broke into a subtle chuckle An hour later we walked towards each other at the station She picked me up in her dainty scooter soaked in character We ditched storming to generic malls Went to an aesthetic open air tea stall Here she cozily sat in her spot Reminisced how her last date bombed I spoke non-stop like a nutjob robot Making her wonder if I was a wacko & should she bolt She didn’t, instead asked me to come for a brisk stroll Later we drove, picked Bud and rolled towards home She didn't let me in through her home’s threshold She let me in through the door to her unfettered soul Taught me how to smoke pot from a bong As we listened to rustic Iranian songs Introduced me ...

If, instead of non-Jews, Hitler had shouted his vehemently compelling anti-Semitic diatribe to millions of Jews and asked them to uprightly kill themselves as they’re, like rats, the vermin — would Jews have killed themselves to save the humanity from plague? If you worked your ass off to save $7k to travel to California, North America for a month and mistakenly ended up boarding a flight to North Korea wearing a sweat shirt that read – I Love America, what are the chances of you ever getting to California? The two unequivocal lessons — 1. People will ‘never ever’ do anything that harms themselves even if the shouter is rhetoric god – Hitler – they might be stirred but never be shaken. 2. If you take the wrong route, you will never reach your destination, even if you’re Lewis Hamilton in his magical F1 Mercedes. Feminism in India has been a half-assed, misdirected mutiny & failed to evolve over the last half century. The fight for keeping the last name ...

My parents didn’t teach me ‘anything’. They didn’t give me lectures & the nuggets of beautiful ‘virtues’. In that way, I’m me. My thinking isn’t corrupted by the ‘unquestioned’ virtues passed on from generations of ‘conformers.’ Though, they didn’t tell me what the ‘right’ age to ‘deflower’ myself is, I do not ‘claim’ to have ‘true’ freedom. I do have to come home by 10pm, extended to midnight on Friday & Saturday, and to ‘whole night’ on special occasions with a ‘legitimate place to crash,’ or my ‘caretaker’ lady would SMS, and more recently WhatsApp, my parents, ‘separately.’ No, they are not separated; they live separate lives in the same house. I ‘see’ them sometimes; I like seeing them sometimes. I do have my ‘curfew’ but it’s never my way or high way from either of the parent’s side. May be not ‘true’ freedom, but I have something in its ‘proximity.’ At 5’7, I’m tallish for this country. My skirt was high, exposing 75-80% of my longish legs. Folding my school skirt se...

143 Days of no Fucks given {They made ‘ real love’ when everyone else was just having sex } Written { with true love’s ink } by { Evil. Z . Blunt} Chapter Zero - Airports & Heartbreaks 1st April 2016 I hate airports. Why? Because they’re assholes. All of them. Yet, I’m standing at one of them - California Airport. Where the hell am I going – Australia. Why am I going to Oz? Because it’s crazy to go to Oz & I’m crazy. Why am I crazy? I’ve lied to everyone in my family. They all think I’m in Washington D.C., in court. I’m a goddamn lawyer, you see. And a bloody good one. But that’s not the point. And that’s not why it’s crazy to go to Australia. Here’s why. I’m getting buried (married) in 3 days. And I’m freaking out. My father asked me to marry her a month ago. I said ‘ok’. Just like that. I said ok and I asked nothing. I’ve never seen her. Not even a damn photograph. I warned you I’m crazy. But I still haven’t told you why...