The conscience of hate

Once again
As im left alone
I feel the pain
From muscle to bone
Creeping inside like a serpent
The hate has started to spread its venom
All the love I had has been spent
On prostitutes and other women
Now I must return to my covert
Which I will continue to infect
Where love has no option but to avert
Hate I will inject.

Himalayan Majeek!

The concept of God and its Ma-Bhen

Hello.
If you are religious or superstitious, Please go ahead and read this.
It is specifically written for you.

Whats is this God?, the omnipresent omnipotent hunk we accuse him of being?
Seriously!?
If that is somehow proven someday, let me tell you god will turn out to be one sick voyeur, jerking off to the sick reality we all are so gladly a part of.
And if you are naive enough to believe that religion is god, then I hope your GOD helps you.
(For the convenience of the writer, GOD has been referred as HE, and not SHE or THEY, as 2 is the smallest number out of 2,3 and 4)

Now let me be the messiah of rationality, the voice of science!

1. One of the main reasons why people acknowledge the existence of god is society. Rationality and science are treated as the devils work, and corrupt pedophiles as our saviors. Donating to a temple or church is publicized while development is cursed. Its a sad sad world we live in, blind to the obvious.(The writer talks from personal  experiences, being a witness to the coffers of Shirdi, Tirupati, Kedarnath, Haji Ali and Badrinath)

2. From centuries now, religion has been nothing but a power tool. Sadhus in India did it with their hocus pocus, the priests in europe did it with their 7 sins and other bullshit, muslims did it with forced conversions. Whoever had the most followers, was the most powerful with the maximum amount of money and was thus the ruler of the world!

3. If I had to go back in time, what would be the simplest way to ensure a lawful and civic society?, simple I would introduce a concept of this GOD, claim it is everything they dont understand and tell them he will make gold/silver/copper dust(depending on their castes) out of them, thus religion is nothing but the constitution of the ancient world.

4. Fear is the crux behind the belief of a god, everything not explained by science is god. Hindus consider Pooranmashi(Full moon) holy, because they were glad at things being easier by the light of god!, they should have realized praying to it, doesnt make it skip its cycle!. Similarly Muslims pray to the Amavasya(New Moon) because they realised that on that particular day, they had no light from the heavens above which made survival harder and resorted to praying to this God.
I fear my future, so I will pray to god. I fear a mis-happening so I ask him to intervene! and even if you are one of those 'I remember god even when im happy' sorts, you do it so that HE doesnt get pissed off with you and burns your soul for eternity.


5. Ok, so Im reading a book called 'Gods Debris' , the writer(of the book), has his own philosophy on how if god was really there, and he will be omnipresent and omnipotent, what would be the purpose of his life, obviously he woulnt have mere human desires and emotions, he knows he can achieve everything, make everything, give and take life. What would his challenge be?, (if the little voice in your head is going all nuts about 'Taking care of us' , then trust me stab that son of a bitch to death right now). The writer of the book and the writer of the blog, think that the only challenge an omnipresent and omnipotent being like God will have would be to destroy himself.
So even if he existed, he must have destroyed himself a long time ago.

6. All uncertainty in the world is god. Oh, I dont know when I'l die, let me just pray to this artificial person. Im really not sure about the answers of the universe so let me just put it all on god: He was having a small diwali party in heaven, and he accidentally lit the universe on fire, thus the big bang. Not so long ago, the solar system, the sun, the moon were treated as gods too. But now that science understands their patterns and to an extent, the cause for those patterns, suddenly they are out of everyones 'Top 5 Gods'.
A simple example is, if I toss a coin, what would the result be?
A theist( Thank you sadhavi) would claim it is for the god to decide.
A protheist would say, it having only two options is whats in our control. But it being a head or a tail is in the control of external forces which you might call God.
I am saying that I can decided which side I want by simply applying the right force, taking in account the resistance of wind, the weight of the coin, the aero-dynamics of it etc etc. If someone applies themselves, they can make a mathematical formula which ensures a head or a tail !.

We are yet to discover so many secrets of the universe. What all is the human mind really capable of!.
My anger comes from the fact, that we have accepted this GOD and taken comfort in this illusion while we should be looking for answers everywhere.

Psychedelia of Long Exposures

A burst of colours, a waltz of fire, the life in the ordinary.
What is psychedelic?
The haven of the abuser,
Or the hidden asylum of the conscious.

Photoblog: Hauz Khas

A visit to the hauz khas tomb, its funny how a place still untouched and unfazed by time lies in the middle of south delhi. A must visit.

हिंदी- शायरी

हमारा प्यार न होगा ऐसा वैसा
ना हीर-राँझा जैसा, ना लैला-मजनू जैसा
प्यार करेंगे तोह सूरज और चाँद जैसा
बस २ पल, एक दुसरे के साथ बिताने के लिए
एक सारा दिन जलता है
तोह दूसरा सारी रात जगता है

Photoblog

Everything he has left behind, is behind him.







The power of the common man. Does it really exist?






The pride of religion?





An urban bike, 3 Men and a Chillum, Sadhu passes on, The God just looks away.

Archives: HappYness

Im introducing a new section called archives, I will post my older work under it when Im lacking inspiration to write.


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Probably the most precious answer in the 'theory of life' is to the question of 'Happiness'. The word itself should end in a question mark, coz no one really is sure about its existence, nature or behavior.
Try answering the following:
What is it.
Where to find it.
How to keep it.
Who makes you have it.
What makes it so important.
And a zillion others....

Happiness is the key to success in our lives, and success today has taken a different meaning all together. Its not having your name on the front page. Its not having megan fox as your girl(Although it might just be it). Its not having a personal butler who will wipe your ass with a lavender warm towel.

Its being content, coz otherwise you WILL always be empty.

Thus being happy is the only thing that probably does get us closer to 'success'. Coz then you are not afraid, to stand by what you believe, to be what you are and to not try at all.
And its the reason why all of us pray, cry,laugh, or even love for that matter. It is all out of fear of losing out that little feeling of euphoria called 'Happiness'.
Its a pursuit that will never end like a tom and jerry cartoon...where even when tom knows he will never catch jerry, he tries and tastes defeat over and over again. We know we will never have it and still we strive for it every second of our lives.
And i guess the secret to it lies in not trying at all.
Just doing whatever comes to your mind.
Coz trust me(Yes, you can do that) you dont wanna die with a pending bucket list.

I am gonna make mine, and even if i achieve half of it.....you will find me smiling in my grave(with bugs and bacteria feasting on the delicacy my face is)
So lets follow the brand on all of our shoes and 'JUST DO IT'.

Look at it this way, atleast if you do what you want to. You will never regret anything.
Also lets make someone else smile today....coz even though it might be a little cliched.
A smile.
An everlasting smile.
A smile can bring you near to me.

(Sometimes Gay bands....do leave you with the right message, which by the way is not being gay)

Being Alone, Does not mean you are lonely

Ahem Ahem.
To the bastards who think they are Happy.
Fuck you.
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The city of Dreams, Floods and Genital Rashes

The sole purpose of this post is to get Raj Thakerey pissed.
This is the page of a north Indian who just 'migrated' to 'Mumbai' for 2 months. HA!


Hello ALL.
My beloved 'followers' (yes, finally I can use the plural!), I just made the city of mumbai my temporary residence. First things first, CARRY ABOSRB POWDER if you ever happen to come to the over-crowded, filthy slum known as Mumbai. The rains here, make the weather so humid that it becomes a pain on the other side of the ass.
Anyway, I have done my part, now its upto you whether you want to experience the bacteria culture growing around your pubes first hand.
The all-so-famous mumbai local, is full of pickpockets and smelly hairy men who think chewing pan and spitting it all over their ujjala white shirts is equivalent to a deodorant.
And whatsup with the word Boss, Boss?
It sounds ridiculous, when a man dressed in an armani suit addresses an auto-driver by 'Boss'.
That said, the rains of Mumbai are almost magical, its like a city blinded, as water blankets every empty space.
That said, when you sit at marine drive in the company of those rocks which resemble Siamese Penises, with 'Some illiterate boy' Loves 'Some fugly girl' written with either cum or white fluid, and watch the sun as it drowns in the arabian sea, and leaves the horizon tangerine coloured with clouds in abstract shapes, you wish you had a small yatch, just to see how far can you chase, the sun.
That said, when natures lights go out, mumbai switches one its own, and its like a million fireflies colored red green and yellow.

That said, this is the city of Dreams, floods and Genital rashes.

My suicide note

To all my 403 'friends'

I am pissed, i feel like a lamppost in a dog house and i want the 'social' police to blame you all for my untimely demise.
Do you assholes have any idea how it feels when none of my 'friends' 'like' 'whats on my mind'. Or when I am flooded with notifications, of miserable people posting posed pictures to live their 'happy' lie!. Or how I almost wish for a 'New Delhi chainsaw massacre' when i see you dumb-fucks putting up pictures with alcohol, cigarettes or dope!, for the Japanese gods sake, stop advertising your decimal intelligence quotient and for once in the holy words of audioslave 'Be yourself'. And all the people whose comments on 'such' pics resemble 'whooo...we verrr crazzzzzzyyy!!!' or 'mannn that is so killlaaa' or 'whaaattt a nyt!!..hahaha....crazzzzy shhiitt', I will haunt you all forever, I will sleep under your bed and sing himesh reshamiya songs, I will put Viagra in your office lunch and I will give your homosexual partner tonsils!.
I have had enough of owning virtual farms, pets and cafes.
I have had enough of people looking for ego-boosts by googling stupid quotes and putting them as their status
I have had enough of my friends 'picking me' 'comparing me' 'answering questions about me' and 'tagging me'.
I have had enough of being invited to random parties and groups like 'WHY GO to the zOo WheN yOu cAn sEe RakHi SaWaNt'.
I have had enough of being forced to know the current affairs of the non-existent life of people i have no intentions of being acquaintances with.

I decide against living a binary life.
I refuse to be a slave to Mark Zuckerburg.
So Fuck you all.
Fuck you with dog poop as lubricant, herpes and cum of a necrophile.
And I will hope you continue your miserable existence, and the grim gives you enough time to update 'Whats on your mind' before you end your virtual lie.


Yours in hatred.
Arpit Goels Facebook Profile

Superhero Dilemma

A red hot Persian goddess, just dropped by, IN A TWO-PIECE, and asked me if I had any wishes and all.
Turns out genies don't grant wishes involving sex and them.
So, I had to choose the 2nd option on my Wishlist.
TO BE A SUPERHERO.
Now the hard part was selecting WHICH superhero.
I mean seriously, think about it, if you put together marvel and DC, you will have more superheros than the Hindus have gods(considering gods are not superheros, otherwise you will have more superheros than normal humans who are yet to be exposed to mutated spiders, gamma rays, bats, radiation, vampires, werewolves, Arc reactors, the mutated male chromosome and finally chemical X. In a scenario like this, there will be no evil at first, however this temporary state of peace will make our superheros lazy and obese. Hence, Shaktiman is likely to be a victim of cardiac arrest(blame his Indian genes), Hulk will have to sit through chemo and superman will do a bumblebee on gravity. This will eventually restore the balance in the world, the american economy and Indian politics.

Now I would like to go back to the topic and the purpose of my post. Following are some of my favourite superheros of all times :

Spiderman: Yes, he has the best costume ever!. He has complete power over the world wide web(Pun Intended). And his girlfriend is a red-head.(Although, its a known fact that she colors her hair, however this only points towards her relative intelligence as against other blondes). But I do not appreciate the sticky hair growing out of his hands and feet. I mean its a design flaw. The creators should have considered facts like how he will never be able to participate in short-putt, basketball and Football. Also, I have a serious problem with the web stuff coming out of his hands. First, it looks like jizz and then I cant keep myself from thinking what happens when he jerks himself off.

Superman: Has anyone ever thought that Superman is not really a 'man', he is just a random alien in human form. Agreed he is invincible and all. BUT. In the end Kypronite is a piece of green rock. Period.

Wolverine: Not a huge fan of yellow, plus the same jerking off problem.

Iron Man: A billionaire, an engineering degree from MIT(Press Ctrl+W right now if you think it stands for Manipal Institute of Technology). You'll think he has it all. But, its not true, he only has his suit.

Hulk: Ok, I agree all the 'Go green' hypocrisy is in vogue these days, but i think Hulk takes it a little too far. He cant sit for anger management lessons, cant get excited and hence is incapable of copulating without ripping of the genitals of his partner. And, I love sex and my partner enough, to not become a big giant, painted green with an IQ of a 4 year old.

Batman: Respect. I love his style. Billionaire playboy in day, and ass-kicking vigilante at night. Hes got everything a man wants: Money, gadgets and access to 'no strings attatched' pussy. But, he does not get one thing that a real man wants. Sleep. Sorry dude. I will have to pass.

Shaktiman: Red and gold, you might just confuse him for Iron man. But he doesnt need any metal armor to protect himself. Hes much superior than all the superhero's mentioned above. However, he has a criminal case pending in court, charged with accusations of 'undue influence' for a young boys death. Pass.

Hanuman: His appendix is fully developed and He can make babies with his sweat. Period. You rock dude. :D

IT CAN BE SAFELY CONCLUDED THAT HANUMAN IS THE MOST AMAZING, THE BEST LOOKING AND THE MOST EVOLVED SUPERHERO(His primate-like looks are just another way of deceiving his enemies)

Genie, You still there?
Oh Genieeeeeeeee?
Hotness?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod, if you can hear me?
Is there anybody home?(Talking to the lamp)

My Grandmother

My Grand-mother passed away, on 13 May 2010. She was 69 years old. And was suffering for a decade from Schizophrenia, Paranoia, and almost 100% deafness.

Schizophrenia is the inability of a person to distinguish reality from his/her thoughts and dreams.

I dont have any memories whatsoever of talking to her in good health, all i remember is how awesome her 'Moong ki dal' was, and how she could give Tarla Dalal serious competition when it came to cooking Indian food.

Like Khushwant Singh, I cant imagine my grandmother being young or being 'sane', to me she was sick and old her whole life.

The question her death raises in my mind is, can death be a good thing?

Her mental illness called for a series of sacrifices made by my grandfather, who is in perfect physical health and can give serious competition to any IIT'ian in solving algebra.

Also, because of her paranoia, only a certain number of people were allowed in her room, only her immediate family was privileged to witness the warmth and affection inside of her. And the others would often witness her wrath.

That said, even her daughter-in-law and her son-in-law were a victim of the paranoia, and their interaction with her was limited to the initial years of their respective marriages.

Thus, for all these reasons it was hard for my grandfather to remain socially active.

However, the flip side is that she did not even know she was sick.

She was happy with all the imaginary people in her head. Often when she was lying down,, her mind would tell her, shes in some family gathering, and she would laugh and sing, like the 'normal' grandmothers do.

She said, that all the 'dead people' have come back and she would spend the whole day with her dead daughter, just talking to her.

In her head, she was living a good life. A life of dreams, literally.

Disclaimer and Introduction.

Hello.

To all those who are bored and useless enough to follow an attempt of a more bored and a more useless being to communicate with his inner self while looking for the much needed ego boost through positive feedback.

That said, do not mistake 'the more bored and the more useless being' for a kid who is looking to be pseudo-intellectual and has realized that phony cynicism is the shortest and the most efficient way for achieving it.

Although i may have differed with the views posted here in my real life(To all those who don't know me personally, ignore these lines, unless of course you do not mind wasting the not so precious 15 seconds of your miserable life), do not judge me by them. Because I am not a hypocrite, not in the least sense of the word. Its just that I change with time, and so do my views, my choices and my morality.

I would like to add, that although my opening lines indicate otherwise, I would not mind negative feedback, if it has nothing to do with the way I write, my fluency with the language most credited for bringing in globalisation and doubts about my sanity.

Implying, I would not mind different views.(Unless of course you give me a 'vista' instead of a 'windows'.)

Oh.

And one more thing. The jokes in this post will resemble the sadness our lives bear, and if you dont understand them. Think. Think out of the box. Think outside your goddamn cubicle.

And I'm gonna do this once. Only because you dont know me yet. I will explain my attempt at humoring you and making my moral education teacher proud with "Making someone smile, everyday".

By "Unless of course you give me a 'vista' instead of a 'windows'", I am indicating to the failure of the Microsoft Vista as an operating system as against the success of its Windows predecessors.

And also referring to a philosophical observation, made by Nikolas Tesla(from Prestige, the movie) " Society tolerates only one change at a time".

And the blog is named rapit, for reasons unknown to mankind and since there has been not further success in the determinacy of Area 51, no alien help can be used. Hence, the name of the blog shall remain a mystery, atleast till the creatures of the outer world, do a christopher columbus on earth(I mean, who the hell will actually, go on a voyage to FIND earth!) .

With this, I end my Guantanamo on your mind, my Enrique Iglesias to your ears and my Rahul Mahajan to your eyes.

Au Revoir.(Till I see you again).