Surviving all these years in a corrupt society
We have lived all these years and we all have been through a hell of a lot of things. We gained our experiences through all kinds of things that we ever encountered. From a failed marriage, love story and losing loved one's very early from our lives or not getting one's dream job, so that one can settle things down with at least something to have in the kitty. Being someone that we used to be then and we are now, one can easily find some contrasting changes within us. Changes are good as they define you as you grow or in case you tend to forget or you rub your wounds and get along with your life. All these years I experienced and saw many shades of life. The things that used to make me happy are just lying in the corner of my rented apartment now. I don't even bother to touch them and they don't bother me anymore and such things hardly come into my mind or arouse my feelings. What changes a particular person, a struggling life, a backstab from someone who seemed very close but used to sit at the farthest end in the room. It is very hard to define these things in one's life, but we have to start to live with all these shortcomings and besides these things sometimes do matter a lot but sometimes they don't move a single straw. Everyone thinks that they are making more progress and they also feel they struggle to balance their things in life, no one among us is really satisfied and will never be.
The best thing one can do is to ignore all the bullshit that’s going around and clean the mess from your side, and let the world burn. Who gives a finger to such type of a society where one can only recollect its thoughts and the best times we used to spend and that longing which is spreading like a wildfire within a deep dark forest, you can’t claim your territory back, even if someone among us tries to one can’t come to the terms with the things like ego and the attitude, although I call it more in terms of self-respect, you can’t give in on things that mow down your years of experience and the principles that one can gain after years of struggle against the world and your existence. It’s not that easy, things don’t work like that and eventually when you start compromising on such things especially for things that devalue your principles and the struggles that take you on the right side, it’s just too hard on yourself and most probably it’s hard on the opposite party as well, such relationships don’t work out. Even though you’ll listen to every sort of meaningless jibes from their rotten moving muscle but still you can’t win them over and you can’t make them fall into your lines. The more one tries to make things look good and shower respect and show love, the more things get complicated and one has to force himself to better leave the things in a crumbled state.
With every new light of the day, new breezes blew across the road and with the first strike of the sun sneezing out and drawing out parallel golden beams with every single ray carrying a sense of joy and hope, tickling these daffodils, sunflowers, roses and this thick grass with caring and genteel heat infuses love in them and turns their faded arrangements into new vibrant colours and plash it all across in their struggling minds, a wave of old ambitions, desires and hopes are being replaced with new fully grown, matured, with pure thoughts excluding any evil designs with a sprinkle of thought and sanity. People are very fragile, when they hear good things, positive thoughts and all about winning, they get attracted to such people and they turn them into their body parts, the thought-provoking ability in these people come from the experiences they had had in their lives and with their writing they chose to use their experiences they had been through in certain point of their lives as an instrument or we can call it as a set of instructions packed and well crafted on the sheets leaving trials of aromatic smell.
We are hungry for love, respect, freedom of choice and most importantly we don’t like things to be forced upon us. Every individual has their desires but that doesn’t mean we’ll partake in our wishes and desires and keep aside the aspirations and desires of someone living very close to us. Our success and failure never define as who we are, believe me, success and failures are most of the time designed by crooks who fall into the line of those who are always looking for the moment to hijack a particular section of the society so that they can fulfil their desires by corrupting the souls of those individuals who are already drenched in the shit and take the participation quite willingly and thus creating an unevenness between the haves and have-nots, good and the bad, right and wrong, knowledge and plagiarism.
With all these developments of cruelty, corruption, distortion of facts going on one can’t afford to seek justice from anywhere in this world, our so-called judicial system although being propounded as an independent system that can’t come under influence of anyone and such things are being taught in our schools, colleges and universities by our teachers, but in real life, such things hardly cross our minds and we are forced to meet the opposite of that everything we learned from our teachers. Now to fight against this injustice one has to follow all kinds of old rituals, turning a normal life into some kind of a pendulum, as you are moving and making the progress but you fail to change your location and the environment, these to and fro motions kill your spirit and enthusiasm and from the system that you are seeking the justice is itself an example of a hegemony controlled by bureaucratic devils who are drenched in corruption from top to bottom with no checks and balances for them and with no one questioning their authority. Living in such kind of a society is very challenging, and the air with the pungent smell of their decomposed integrity and the ugly texture of their morality awakes the suicidal thoughts into one’s mind, with all the lanes, inroads, highways leading towards the towering justice are disinterred and the voids being filled with all the pus, and boil frothing out from the body of “Lady Justice”. I can see the justice seekers lamenting and crying against her blindfolded dead body, those in the black cloaks are sipping their tasty coffee with a grin on their face celebrating her death.
