wheels on flesh

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Trains in japan are used for two purposes;Commuting and Committing..suicide. More and more platforms are starting to have edge barriers to prevent people from dropping off their earthly vessels on the other side.

But the question is why do they choose the railways? Why can’t they die like decent men and women and do their personal chores in their own homes, like taking pills, slitting wrists, hanging, jumping from the roof? Most people in the big cities live in rented apartments, so except for the last option, no one will find them till atleast a month and they would also have a higher rate of success in their endeavour given they had not messed up in between and just fallen unconscious instead of dying.

I have two theories for that.

1. They don’t actually want to die and coming to railway platforms is their way of seeking help. Maybe someone will stop them and listen to them.

To this I say, That’s just sad bro. 

2.It is their way of saying “fuck you” to the world. Inconveniencing people who have bothered or ignored them for so long. A brief moment of revenge, a brief moment of control.

To this, I say attaboy! What a way to sign off! All the people with their meetings and presentations, classes and dates, they are all on hold now. And the driver, well he is now in the It’s-Not-Your-Fault therapy class.

Good job! Unless of course, you are a christian. Then you are going to hell.

moaning of life

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A second child was born to a family from Laos. People from the dorm were gathering to celebrate with the couple in the park nearby. A picnic-like atmosphere was created in half an hour, with foods and drinks, laughter and songs.

And I think to myself,” Why,this is just fucking annoying.”

What are they celebrating about? That poor sod! The things he will have to go through competing for a share of the world’s resources. Only a group of lunatics would celebrate such a tragedy. Don’t we have enough people already? Why more?

Cities are growing taller with nowhere to spread. People are being squeezed inside bird cages, with walls so thin, you can hear your neighbour’s intimate,midnight conversations.  And yet we are popping babies out one after another.

I don’t get why people want to have children in the first place. Sex, I get. But why reproduction? I find thinking about pregnancy rather revolting.

 

I was looking at news from China and they have this one-child policy.  I read that it has prevented some 400 million births since 1970. Some people have criticised it on grounds of human rights, hefty fines, etc.

But hey! It works you know.

I read somewhere that if all the world’s people were to live the American life, then we would need 4 more Earths. It’s clear that we don’t have the resources to provide a good life to everybody. Then what are we celebrating about? What do we say to the baby? “Welcome kid, to a mildly satisfying life.”

I think we have got this the wrong way round:We should mourn a life and celebrate a death.

I once heard some sort of a buddhist monk telling his followers a story.A child was born and the first thing he said was,

Oh no! Not again!

I believe the kid in the dorm was feeling something similar.