God was Murdered

Shortest Answer To ‘become’ God Short Answer 13.5 billion years ago Physics [matter & energy] came - not God. Then Chemistry [atoms & molecules] - not God. 4.5 billion years ago - Earth is formed by Physics & Chemistry - not God. 3.8 billion years ago - Biology [organisms] arrives. 2.5 million years ago first Humans evolved from Chimpanzees in Africa. There were a lot of Human species [Homo - Neanderthalensis, Rudolfensis, Erectus, Sapiens, et al.] that existed together [not always at close proximity] between 2.5 million & 13,000 years ago. Then, accidental genetic mutations re-wired Sapiens’s brain & kick started - Cognitive Revolution.  Cognitive Revolution: Mental process of acquiring knowledge & understanding via thought, experience, and senses. Sapiens became smarter - created Language. Of course, they weren’t the pioneers at language. For instance, Sapiens’s cousins Apes & Monkeys had language. But, their language didn’...

Me & You, we've barely met, Me & You, our tears yet to be shed Me & You, our blood yet to be bled Me & You, our hearts just beginning to blend Me & You, already placing our bets, Me & You, like cars on mountains in Tibet, Me & You, speeding on the sharpest bends, Me & You, like Romeo & Juliet, Me & You, singing holding the shower-heads Me & You, painting stories in our moments, Me & You, weaving memories with each step, Me & You, sleeping in the woods in tiny tents, Me & You, meeting in our dreams in starry heavens, Me & You, waking & gazing at the fiery sun overhead, Me & You, amazed as it took seconds for the night to melt, Me & You, who are we to each other, Me & You, where are we headed next, Me & You, are we ready for life's twisted tests, Me & You don't know, Me & You may never know, Me & You, holding on, strolling slow, Me & You, feeling each moment's ebb & flo...

I was raised in a relatively posh boarding school in the midst of the serene mountains of Dehradun, India. Barring washing my boxers, I did not have to do any chores & got everything I asked for. At age 17, I moved to Australia. My mother paid almost a ransom for a tuition fee for my college education. And till age 25, I kept burning money like I was crown prince. You know the funny thing is I doubtlessly believed that was real life. But, within three days of being back in India, I realized I had lived my life in a crystal bubble. Now, a decade later I know for dead certain that I was living in an elaborate bubble. I was a first class citizen in India for the first 17 years of my life. I was a first class citizen in the first world of Australia. Then India woke me up with a smug smile & a machine gun & massacred the shit outta my bubble. Here are the things I realized. I found that I was blind for 25 years. Not the eyes kind, the real kind. At first I thought I ...

I was nine. I didn’t know much. I knew when I bowled, batted, or stood in the field playing cricket, things were perfect. I didn’t consciously think they were perfect, but cricket  centred me like smoking hash & stealing babies centres a lot of people. Cricket was my daily orgasm in broad daylight during my summer holidays when the sun was out on a mission-to-kill everyone in May. Often, when I’d return home, my mother’s face didn’t like my orgasmic face. She’d scream ‘Four hours you were playing in the beating sun – who will take care of you when you get ill & turn black?’ I always stood there like an idiot & moments later rushed for the fridge for cold water. Now that I recall those moments, I realize I could relate to the first part of her tirade but not the latter. At age 9, I had been ill earlier & I knew I didn’t like it – and my mom had to take care of me & I couldn’t play cricket. Illness was the opposite of the orgasmic experience cricket g...

The writer is 17, a girl - Skyler, and she likes to sleep alone barring that day she slept with a boy. I take my school shirt off & pull on my three-year-old grey T-shirt. It has cigarette burn holes, teenage soul & awkward stories. I like this T. ‘It’s front to back.’ My mom’s words float as she walks through the house’s living room. The clock’s needle has crossed 11 & moon is looking out for us. I hear the click of the door and the faint grunt of her car 13 1/3 seconds later. I will have the house to myself tonight – a routine occurrence. I look into the mirror and it confirms mom’s observation. I don’t flip the T back. I’m distracted. ‘Why Would She?’ those words have been revolving in my head since 7.07 O’clock. I lay on the floor. The ceiling reads ‘Why would she?’ I let my eyes close & still a tear breaks away. I’m not sentimental and rarely something gets inside me and pulls out a tear. Today, something got to me. It really did. ‘It’s 7 th – wher...

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 ...