The Voice of Sauron!

The morning sun showed brightly through his window. It was unusual as it had been raining incessantly from the past two days. Even the ones who loved the grey sky were clouded by the gloom. The sight of the sun was refreshing. "All set for a perfect day", he said to himself and just as he was about to rise from his bed he remembered a happening. He spent a while contemplating if it was a dream or his worst dream. It turned out to be his latter. And everything came back to him with lightening speed. It was previous night.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you, is there ANYTHING that will make you happy?” "You're a horrible, horrible man", his mind said to him. He's been having this bashing from quite some time. His alter ego it seemed was giving him a real piece of its mind. The last words echoed so loud, he feared the people in the house could hear this scream. "YES you're horrible and hopeless", "You don't deserve anything... you should be isolated and thrown into a dark corner, you fat lump of flesh", the voice continued. "But I’m a good person", he said to himself. "I'm not doing this by choice. I don't know what's gotten into me. Life is perfect, I'm quitting my job, I’m moving on, I’ve good friends who're happy for me, I have a beautiful girl who cares for me and I don't....", "Oh cut the crap. Be a MAN and say it. Say that you're weak, say that you love the pain, SAY IT!!", and in his own wild thoughts he starts to sob like a six year old who's been denied his favourite cartoon show in the pretext of a happier, bedtime. He's used to this. After all that's what life has been all about, a cry from within and a smile on the outside. He smiled when the ones he loved left him, he smiled when people judged him, and he smiled when his friends used him. He's used to this. But the tears haven't stopped and neither has even one escaped his eye. It's all inside. And in between the wails, the occasional mumbles of, ".....bbut... I..i..'m... i'm a ggg...ood p.pperrsson...." is barely heard over the echoing shrieks, "You're HORRRRIBLE, HOPELESS, you don't deserve ANYTHING".

He scrambles out of bed, and gets to his morning chores. "What happened last night was a mistake... of course it was a mistake... you cannot throw away something you've waited for so long." the voice pleaded. But he knows his heart is lighter. The weight has gone of his chest.
It feels like a thousand hands pressing against his heart have all decided to take a break. He knows what this means. "NO YOU DON'T, You firkin’ lard of pig! Do you know what it is? How can you? When HAVE you ever felt so luvvved that you're concluding that it’s choking you? HOW can you decide?" “THEN WHO CAN?" he shouts back. "WHO CAN? TELL ME!" “CAN YOU?” “I wish I could", says the voice now calmer, suspecting a lost point.

"It's been 22 years", he says to himself.

He's been waiting for this feeling for eternity. And finally, an angel came by, she saw him, didn't judge him, she was there, unconditionally. Unconditionally....

"It's all coming back... unconditionally.... unconditionally... this word, I don't like it. I've done this before. I've thrown it away. I don't like it".

His grandmother flashes before his eyes. He sees the love in her eyes. “Unconditional. YES, that’s the word. They were hopeful, those eyes" he thinks, "They had all the love in the world." They had love, something no one gave him.

All eyes judged. Her eyes loved.

"I was a kid. I was not to be judged, I was to be loved." he consoled himself. And now she's no more. He's done this before. Thrown it way. "All that the woman gave was love, and you couldn't even give THAT back to her." said the voice.

"I'm a horrible man", the voice was his own.

"I'm sorry, for I know not how to give love. Unless I choose to give it to people who wont take it.", "it's always happened.” “In the pursuit of 'finding' love, i've thrown away what's come to me, Unconditionally."

"I wish I could love my grandmother, more than I did, and i hope to god, I can love the woman who loves me now, more than I do."

"Sigh..."

When numb is just a colour

Buuuuurrrrrrppppp!!! hello ladies and ladas, meherbaan, kadardaan aur meri jaan, muafi maangta hun for this long absense and well what the hell, it's my blog i update it whenever the hell i want.

A lot has happened since my disappearence. The Indian Olympic contingent of a few athletes (chosen through lucky dip of course) reached the land of the Orient and managed to steal three medals and suddenly, everyone has an opinion on sports that never mattered to them (me included bhai). I bet Abhinav will have to shell out for his own ticket for the next Olympics. After all, how far will all-India free air and train tickets take you? Plus the IOC is already on the roads after joor-shoor se announcing prizes for our 'heroes'.
One wonders how they managed to arrange so much money from their chit fund when they, until then, didn't have enough to provide decent grounds and gear to our orphan athletes.

Anyway we have more pressing issues to deal with.

So moving on, my diet, ahem, pardon that burrrrp in the first sentence, is going really really good. Onlookers and eye witnesses account a sudden change in my skin tone, weight, complexion, and shoe size...

On the slightly serious note, the diet is pretty ok, not as it used to be at least. Been taking my liberties. I think i should start working out... (and starts sobbing unconsolably at the mere thought of physical starin)

The people who followed this piece of goulash should be wondering about what happened to to my wow for doing something about my single life. Guess what... It worked! Something did happen to my single life. The possible prospects for my call to action have been permanantly deleted from the files.
All chances of something happening do exist though. Just like the chances of my ancestors 'Gandalal Jigneshbhai and family' (The first family in the history of mankind) meeting the other camera obcessed 'Adam and Eve'. Pah! if only they knew how we used to wear 22 karat jewellery and zari sarees and dhotis to sleep when they were roaming around butt naked.
Anyway, the point is life is not like the last scene of 'The Dark Knight' where the hero gets a fancy narrative in the background by his 'voluntary' accomplice when all he does is run for his life... (I'm going to be so murdered for this... but .... hehehehehehe)

Sometimes things are just meant to numb you. Like the empty colour you see when you close your eyes. You're not affected by the disappointment and neither over joyed that you never really took it that seriously. If this is equillibrium, i quite like it, though it does get awefully boring.

Anyway, events in life unfolding are, pretty retrospective, intropective and spective. (would it be called just retro, intro and ____ if i didn't wear glasses? Man! English is such a derogatory language) People who moved away, came back, have now been made to move away again. (Guess they came back for my ego polishing... hehehe)

Anyway, the point is, there are people who'll always be there for you, there are people who wont. But the ones who really hurt are the one's who'll instill hope and not care. And what happens to you? You just stand there, being there for them, waiting for them to care, and by the time you realise, you've expected too much.

No place for people like these anymore. Not with me. Time to be selfish. Time to be hungry (like the dieting isn't killing). Time to be foolish.

P.S. My antar aatma is getting a royal call for duty, thanks to my not so conventional cousin, and our two hour talks about everything that has no solution to it. I wonder if i'm changing. Or getting older ( 3 bastardly children i happen to give a lift on a dark rainy night on my Avvy, yes all three, yes at once, with me, and my bike! (you suspicious bitches) They were calling me uncle incessantly. Bastards! Nice kids though).

Until we meet next time, blow pookies of you bums! Sayonara!

Shortcut to Mushrooms

As you already know, I have decided to do something about this excess flab and being single. Firstly, here's a report on the former:

Beta no girl will marry you! Beta if not for anyone, do it for yourself. Beta, paet atle bimari nu mothership. Beta...... ohh shhuut the fuccccccccccccccck up! arrrrrrrggggggghhh!!
Multiply this feeling into seven years and then tell me how loud should my scream be. Actually it's vice versa too. Since this is regarding my father, I have been a very noble kid and tried to sympathise and sometimes empathise with the state of his mind. After all, my father had an adipose infested monster as a son on whom the innumerable man hours invested at this evenly rounded heir, just bounced off the thick walls of fat (heavily fortified that). Love you dad. Never gave up on me that man. God bless. But, aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! doesn't he get the point?
The point is that i never really found the motivation to carry on with this thing. But things changed this morning. I woke up with a dream, and things just fell into place. In a matter of seconds i knew exactly what had to be done.

Anyway this good noble beta has finally answered his father's 'constant vigilance' if i can call that and decided to finally do something about it. Yes, the beta is now on a diet. He woke up this morning and decided it was D-Day. A marched off, like he'd been preparing for this from ages, head high in the air, nose trying to hide deep within him avoiding the morning smell of breakfast, with grit and determination, tells his mommy dearest his plans and taadaa, just like that stops eating everything that could be fattening. He storms into office expecting nothing to hamper his boyish spirits and reveals the master plans to his up close and personal colleagues. Once done, he boldly closes his eyes, pride seeping in at every moment of the brave step taken, smells the air of respect, waits for that thunderous applause with baited breath... And waits.... and what the hell, opens his eyes to find one bespectacled queen of eden staring down his face, aghast at the last few words of his speech... "Urm... so, you're not eating at all today, eh?" He says, with utmost dismay, "Like duh... yeah, what was i babbling all this while?" "But it's not the right way to do it" she says.
Ab Bolo, jab na karun to waat lagta hai, aur karun to sau log aur waat lagate hai.
I know, crash dieting is not the way to go. I'm no Kareena Kapoor. These are just testing waters. This is just the beginning. So, miss bespectacled queen of eden, worry not. I shall not do anything that shall displease thy domain.
The whole day is spent in curious looks at his side and when at the end when she couldn't stand it for longer, gave fat-man a long pep talk and the whole don't be a fool and start eating thing. Tempted him with liqueur chocolates (bad bad bad girl... Satan has started polishing his chair for the rightful heir), maggie and what not. Alas! dominant will of MAN survived and the evil seductress could not charm him into her trap. But he does thank the seductress for showing some genuine concern and some valuable pep talks. He also wishes her the best for kicking the butt.

Yes, as promised he did have dinner, lovely Veg. Clear soup mommy dearest prepared and veg. raita. Nothing i don't like. Its all to easy presently. Though he dreads phase 2, which is diet plus exercise. Lets see how that goes.

PS: Children stop over reacting, i'm not sucidical and will not do anything foolish. If you can't support me, at least do not tempt me. I'll respect that.

Also, about my single status: Hmmm... he wonders if the whole seductress thing was an oppertunity... hmmmmm...

Stay tuned for more updates... Chao!

Gibbers

Fat Man has got holes in his pockets. He just went on a mind numbing trip to the eternal holiday destination, Goa and managed to spend more than the cost of a return ticket to Singapore.

There is something about Goa and pocket holes. The last time he was there, he coolly got mugged and ended up spending twice the amount he intended to. This time round he wanted to play safe, be the smart one. Managed to spend exactly how much he earns in a month. Yes, he blew up his entire salary within the first week of the month. Needless to say Fat Man starts dieting and cutting down on carbs very soon.

Anyhoo, he needs motivation to cut down on his excessive flab ( Yeah i know fat-man is all cool and hep but i think he's nearing a cardiac arrest sooner than he intends to be dead). He's stopping all packaged food and eating out completely starting today. Lets see how long he can get this thing going.

In other news, I think he's had it with being single and intends to do something about it soon. Seems like he's going to have to work on his 'Magic' thing now (no the 'magic' thing is not what you perverts are thinking about, that's working fine thanks). Wonder what it is. But he'll find it and work his charm on it. He's also confused about certain developments in his life. Needs some clarity. The situation is not desperate but needs attention. He's waiting for the 27th and hopes something that hasn't happened before, happens. Also, just like every other time, the back of his brain is on high alert and is throwing warnings about definate perpetual disappointment. It will be just another day it tells me. It might. After all, its always been just another day. Nothing special, nothing at all.

A Shadow of the Past...

The earth is so blue, there are butterflies too,
Life's like a dream, the best bowl of ice cream,
I see the light at the end of the tunnel, running askew my thoughts in a funnel,
I enjoy the blur, When good things happen...

Its December in May, even at night there's hay,
Roses are red and violets are blue, I just can't think straight what can I do?
A never ending dream sequence, Never ending its true,
Wake up! Wake up! I scream, When good things happen...

The shadows are close enough to smell them, the light in the tunnel is so strong that its blinding
I ask for more time and I know I have none, I ask for a reason and still there are none,
I have been good, been patient, don't I deserve this for longer?
My soul is exposed, the barrier is breached as, the scent of the shadows is all to familiar,
When good things happen… It’s scary.

A NOTE ON TEXT and AUTHOR

Firstly, my salaams to the world of bloggers. I am not a blogger at all. Have not read many, and until some time ago, saw no point in the whole process. After all it's an open diary, a foray into my thoughts which were once guarded as 'confidential' NASA files, or like the formula to make Coca Cola. But (I have never liked starting my sentences with prepositions. BUT I think it’s accepted worldwide and there's no point in being indifferent to change. But I’ll try my best not to use them. Didn't i just... oh never mind, lets not try that hard) (moving on from two sentences above) off late i have been meaning to open up. Give the world an insight into yet another mind. So, what will i be talking about? What would be so unique about my blogs that would make you want to read 'em? Will it be rocket science....?

Naah... For starters I’ve named my blog page 'Aye-Mote' (to my firang readers this merely means "oi fat guy/man/boy"). After 22 years of being called that behind my back/on my face, i think it was time i just lived with it. I am Aye Mote. But i am not going to treat it like my own. Aye Mote will be a series of fortunes and misfortunes of FAT-MAN!!! Yes, he's a character and the protagonist of this blog. I also notice that most of you are disappointed already, i know what you're thinking, "He could have chosen to write anything, Big-Man, She-Man, Hanu-Man but no... He chooses to write about Fat-Man. Damn him!” My apologies to the people who are looking for spiritual enlightenment here but...

So before I begin, some quick F.A.Q’s about Fat-Man,
Q1: So, Who is Fat-Man? (Dhan-ta-daan, tanaa tana tana dhadaaan dum dum dum!!)
A: Fat-Man is a 22 year old Content Writer doing a very exciting desk job. He is bold, valiant, funny (see didn’t you laugh after reading that…) smart, high headed, high on energy and passion and has zest for life. Most importantly he’s a man of few words (haven’t you noticed that already…) He is basically all the adjectives that are not meant for stereotypical fat men (you have seen enough movies to know fat people can only be slapstick funny and sidekicks, wearing the worst of clothes to accentuate their curves).
Of course he’s not delusional… Paah! You infidels.
Okay, so he’s fat, he’s just a tad bit defensive, has innate ability to screw things up for himself (like royally) and has never had a girl friend (I do not want comments of 'that’s not the only purpose in life' 'cheer up'. NO Thank You.) But he’s dealing with it, learning and becoming a more socially acceptable ‘robot’. He can be a pain in the prosteriors, and as a very good friend once remarked he’s ‘annoyingly cute’.

Q2. So, he’s a stud, he’s smart and everything you said above, then why has he never had a girl friend?
A. Don’t rub it in.

Q3. So, what is this fat man going to do here?
A. He may fart occasionally (yes the stereotype) but he’s going to tell you about the travails and triumphs of a story not many people write, show or care to know about. He often complains he's not taken seriously and he now plans to take us all on a mind numbing spiritual journey. His pseudo intellect comes after spending years in solace, trying to master the secret and ancient form of Chinese astrology called Feng Shui (Pr. Fung-Shway or Fung-shwee), a name that should not be spoken after dark, and in front of infants.

Q4. If no one cared enough, why would they now?
A. Dude! Just read further, smarty pants.

Q5. Okay finally, are the blogs going to be this long? How often are you updating it? Can I have your autograph?
A. Aarrrggh! Couldn’t you have just made it question six to nine? Scum. Anyway, (question 1)Since I am a man of few words, I will always try to keep it crisp and to the point. I’ll try my hand at long blogs on popular demands. (question 2) I may also not update my blogs very so often as as stereotype also suggests, fat men are extremely lazy, and las but no the least,
(stupid question)…And… What the....???

Anyway, here’s where I end it. I hope you enjoy your journey with me. The best way to enjoy my blogs would be to shove your judgemental selves up your respectable Fannies. Since blogging is about sharing one's thuoghts it might appear that i am venting or bitching but believe me, those are exactly the intentions. So, before we lose the train of thought, lets regroup For I have a lot to say and Fat Man’s all set to get medieval on you lovely fellows. Sayonara!

A Fat- Man's tale...

CAUTION: SERRIOUSLY LONG BLOG! Read at your own risk.

Firstly, heart felt 'Thank Yous' too all you lovely people who dropped in and left me a note. I had not expected such an overwhelming response to random gibbers. Anyway, since most of you synonymously found it interesting, I will try updating this more often than not. And I'll reply to all of you individually... (not).
I also know i am getting some really scathing comments after this post (i.e. if someone survives the sheer length of it, but just like most of your expected complaints, I too will have to agree, it was just too short. Amen!)

PROLOGUE

Concerning Fat Men...

Fat men were a luxury created to symbolise hierarchy in monarchical ages. Great kings in the vast lands of the Indus showed-off their well fed tummies against rulers of other territories and earned respect. The more the fat men in a kingdom, the more happy and well fed its people. The kings used to often set out in disguise as common fat men to see if the peasant class had anyone fatter than him (which was a clear sign of not paying taxes, resulting in the immediate execution of the accused. Without trial.)

All was fair and happy in what we often call 'our ancestoral lands'. Until one day, an intruder, the might of which the Fat dynasty could not withstand, knocked on the gates of our eternal doom. Alaxander the Great, had found us.

Contrary to the popular belief (the following information all fact and has been cross verified by GOD - Abbr.This is my blog and i can say anything i want even if it doesn't start with G. Or end with D) the real reason Alexander set out to conquer the world was not because of the itch in his bum that popularly brought him superpowers but it was because 'our land' was bringing distant rumours to his.

The rumours were about dominating empires with Fat rulers. The descriptions of 'our kind' brought shivers down the spine of common Macedonian men. Tall and hefty, each more powerful than ten horses, potent enough to crush jungles on the march and the ability to destroy civilizations in a single attack with half their armies (We had lovely PR guys). When such terrifying details reached the ears of the great king, he was concerned. Soon, a silent revolt was on the upsurge within the empire. People suspected the king would not be potent enough to rule and defend the empire for long. An air of uneasiness settled over the kingdom. And thus began the journey of Alexander the Great (not the itch in his bum).
He also wanted to know, how these kingdoms managed to feed people such huge. Surely there were riches and 'eves' to explore. Men to be enslaved. And the rest they say, is history. As the armies started venturing into the east, it turned out to be all too easy for them. Until they reached the mysterious lands of Porus. Where it all came to an abrupt halt.

Another fact which has often been twisted and straighted to support all the 'hail-ings' Mr. Alexander has received, is the truth behind him returning from the borders of India. No, it was not because Porus uttered the famous "Treat me, O Alexander, like a king" liner, but because Porus simply said "Dude! No point going further. Here, even the women look like me."

Our time was up, but this does not take away the days when we were considered fashionable and lucrative. Women often found us 'novelty' items and took us home for 'multi-purposes' (Look Sabbah I pun too).

Why the above has any relevance to what I am about to say shall always remain a mystery to you. However, that is the way it was then and I shall want all of you to remember this. Always. For whenever I mention *Prologue in this blog again, that paragraph should bing into your heads that second especially the 'took us home for multipuposes' and the 'Alaxander is a bitch' (oh i didn't mention that before, did I?) part because these things are actual occournings and they really happened back then. I swear on you and cross my heart. Now. urm (coughs)... Read on.

Concerning Religion...

"Dukh mein sumiran sab kare, sukh main karein na koi,
jo sukh mein sumiran karein, dukh kaahe ko hoye... kabeera, dukh kaahe ko hoye."

I passed most of my childhood convincing myself an atheist. That there was nothing more supreme than the will of man. Today, to a perfectly naive mind, my thoughts might echo the same sentiment, but for a boy who was never forced to pray (except for days when my dad was late and expected me to do the needful, and the arduously pointless Pooja's we've had) it has been a long journey from denial to acceptance. No, I am not religious at all. I do not believe in the Hindu representation of God nor do not believe in idol worship. I do not believe in the concept of buying a Rs.50 photo idol of 'God' and bowing my head to it. It is not a compulsive rebillion but the awareness that seeped right into me since I started to look for answers.

The most supreme feeling a man can ever experience is feeling being completely aware or Nirvana. The ultimate feeling.

Nirvana cannot be achieved, but attained.

My quest for that ultimate truth has nothing to do with my religion. In the beginning I was concerned. I wondered if I have missed a point somewhere. But it was this precise moment i also realised one basic fact. We as humans have the ability to reason, ask questions to things that could just be a simple mechanical action. We are Aware beings. Every breath I take comes with an awareness of its repercurssions if i don't. That is the difference between us and the rest of the species. It is of this I have the ability to choose the way of life i believe in. It is also the the exact reason we have religion today. When man had conflicting ideals of leading a life, he started making his own way and the like minded ones followed. Religion is man made. Made to search for answers which someone already found. And for asking questions only some were wise enough to answer. The intent was good, but the path was flawed. Soon the whole motive behind religion was lost. Religion became obsolete.

I am not against religion, but i am against the importance given to God than to self. The quest of pagans was not to find a random force of nature and worship it. They were merely acknowledging powers that were mightier than them. And it was also because they knew all these powers could be tamed, and man alone could survive if only he is self aware.

We have today forgotten why we needed a God. Why people worshipped and why we decided to choose different religions. Today religion is not about the quest that lies within, but of going to temples, making donations, humming chants or just reciting the name of the lord. We have started to believe that God does work for us. The ability of man has been devalued against commercialism in religion. How can visiting a temple mend a scar in a relationship or a revive a business from loss? When a prayer reaps the desired result, it was God who gave you the energy. We conveniently forget that it is the self awareness, the confidence to survive torrid times that took us past the difficult period.

Many also say, god humbles a human. Gives him someone to bow down against. What is hunblity why men aren't humble enough to let each other live in harmony. It is as if we are trying to cover up our already inflated egos. Today, man has the potential to eradicate life from the face of this planet in a matter of seconds. Experts believe if ever there will be another World War, it might last only 15 minutes. 15 minutes. We have inflated our egos this far.
I agree we need a grounding, humblity is important but there are ways to get there. Won't it be humble enough to know the name of the sweeper who cleans your street everyday? Won't it be humble enough if you eat something offered by your maid who prepared it with all her heart?

Humblity is felt, voluntary. A mere bow to the 'lord' does not humble a man. It makes him more confident to face mere mortals as he thinks he is riding the will of god.
Having said that, there are factors that are beyond my comprehension. Answers to which I do not have answers to as of yet. However, after years of questioning my faith in religion and god, i have started to believe that there is a force that binds us all, and by dwelling in religious divides, we are wasting too much time trying to look for what was never there, and ignoring the very basic meaning of life. Of being Self Aware.

Does this make me different than all of you? I don't think so but yes, this does make one less thing I need to worry about. You might not see me going to spiritual Gurus or temples seeking answers for the meaning of my existence.

Our job here is as well defined as our dreams.
You only lose the blur when you are aware of what you are chasing.

-Aye Mote.


Concerning 'India is my country, all Indians are my brothers and sisters.' (Are you bloody out of your retarded minds?)

I bet the man who made this phrase was either a sodomising prick or incest at levels beyond comprehension to even the most senile minds. Dude, who says that? And moreover, WHO APPROVED this retarded pledge? I should've been seven when I first recited it with my right hand outstretched; proclaiming to the world that I shall chose the path of incest-ism. I know, most of you in complete denial are going to accuse me of perversion by saying stuff like "it so does not mean that, you are just taking it the wrong way." I am perverted but not INCEST! Even to our seven year old minds, who did not know what incestous feelings meant, it was pretty clear that sisters were 'out of bounds' (like duh!). As we enlightened souls rattled our brains against this forced torture, it was as if we all know what had to be done. The solution to this was just as ludicrous as the problem. It was an unspoken pact that when the phrase 'brothers and sisters' comes about, all boys in unity would skip it. And almost as involuntarily as the former, we'd tend to look at the girl next to us who'd be completely disinterested in our valiant attempts of giving subtle hints, would continue reciting the pledge. It was as if they the phrase meant nothing at all to them or were completely happy to be 'doing' their Indian brothers 15 years from now. It was reflex, we chose not to say the phrase, look at the girls, the girls look at you, smile but continue to recite the madness. Alas! Liberated Women.

Anyway, the point here is not about some loser who made this pledge but of secularism. Yes 'All Indians are my brothers and sisters' actually did mean something else (though i still believe the line easily could have been 'All Indians are my own' but if scarring childhoods is what we all deserved, then so be it). I have always, been for secularism. To be honest, for a Hindu born it is very easy for us to hate our honourable neighbours and their entire clan as that is something that we pick up since birth just like how Abhimanu learnt how to crack the Chakravyuh in his mother's womb. Both these religions have just agreed to hate each other. Such is the superficiality of our hatred that, at one point we want peace, treat childern with heart problems from across the border, elect a President of the same clan but the minute a political party throws money, we become sworn enemies. Hungry for each others blood. At some level or the other, these political parties have really dug deep into our psyches. Muslem children are encouraged to support their Pakistani cricket 'counterparts' even if half our team is filled with people from the same clan. Hindu kids are made to believe that every riot, terrorist act, and anything that is remotely close to violence is Muslem initiated. According to us (my clan) every Muslem has made secret trips to mass summer camps where they are all taught to use swords and guns. Hmmmm... we're scared of you guys.. really.

And the problem is not just here, its everywhere. The Apartheid in the African countries, extreme racism by the Nazis during the second World War, Palestine and Israel fighting over 'holy land' that has already seen more bloodshed than one square inch of soil can handle, racism in America. It is everywhere. It's funny but we really didn't have to try too hard at hating people.

It is disgusting to know that people are ready to do charity today, donate to temples and wage pointless wars at nations but are just not willing to mutually co exist.
Humans do not value each other.

I battle with my conscience, I live to say I made a choice,
I battle with Nature, I live to say I can tame it,
I battle with ferocious animals, I live to tell I've been well fed,
I battle with myself, I live to tell you I'm a changed man,
I battle with Man, I Die.

- Aye Mote.

Cultural, religious and devides have crippled this world. A cliche that is true in its own nature. I cannot understand how it has not yet dawned upon we so called 'intellegent souls' that there may be a serious flaw in the fundamentals of co-operative living. The day is close when we won't have a choice. When all of us (at least the ones who survive) will be able to see beyond the haze. It might not happen without colossal loss, but it will nonetheless. The madness has to end. Some one has to take the baton forward to a better world.
I can only hope, it is soon. Believe in it I do, nonetheless.