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.
It’s not a good idea to argue with your opponent in their mother tongue, even if you happen to know it rather well. Pretend ignorance and force them to speak in your language or order an interpreter. This is the way to defeat them even before the game has begun. The conversation would be so painfully awkward that he would beg you to end it and let you win.
The purpose of arguing is not to arrive at the truth. You don’t care about the truth. You care about winning.
So go and win. Truth be damned.
Never argue in english with an American or British.
Never argue in hindi with an Indian.
Never argue in mandarin with a Chinese.
The way of winning is to go full tribal on your opponent.
One should value above everything else freedom, equality and crab soup’
The crab soup in this Heinrich Heine quote refers to the small pleasures of life. It is to be valued with utmost care since it is what makes life worth living. We live, not for some grand event, yet to be unfolded, whereby we emerge victorious and universally lauded, but instead for life itself.
I find these pleasures in my morning cup of Darjeeling chai and roti.
Nothing beats it. Even a thousand kilometers away from my country, the first sip of tea, the first, soft, bite of a hot roti, dissolves the distance with fond memories,still fresh as the morning dew. The day ahead might be hard. The evening, harder. But the first 20 minutes of the early dawn belongs only to me.
Oh and yes, there is also the morning cigarette, my guilty pleasure.