10.9.13

needing Miracles

Change. Change is the most beautiful thing in the world. It's the only constant in anyone's life. And it's what we need, more than ever, RIGHT NOW. Things are going from bad to worse. This country is falling apart, the world alongside it. I feel so many things burning up inside me, and I feel like there's nothing I can do. I'm one person in a billion. I WANT to do something, fight this injustice, scream and shout and fight till something CHANGES. But I know already that nothing will. Am I being pessimistic? Am I giving up before I begin? But like, get real. What can one person really do in India, a country ruled by the powerful, the selfish, and the corrupt? All I know is that even if I'm fighting a losing battle, I WILL fight. I will not sit here and watch this madness anymore. Everyone is born with the right to live. To do what we want with our lives. To wear what we want. To go where we want. To say and do what we want. STOP TAKING THAT AWAY FROM US.
Fine, you're a poor, uneducated, starving, tired desperate guy. Your life sucks. You're frustrated. You deserve better than this. How can some people have so much more than others? Look at those kids. Happy, rich, satisfied, content. Look at that girl over there. She's so pretty. But what is she wearing?! Is she crazy? That can't be allowed. Really, she needs someone to teach her a lesson. Girls should be quiet, meek, timid little things. Not bold and walking out on the streets flaunting their beauty! And anyway, what have you got to lose? You don't have two coins to rub together. So what if she goes to the police? Jail might just be better than this. Her hair looks amazing. You want her. She's alone anyway. How stupid of her. Doesn't she know she has it coming? Men are allowed to take what they want. She should know that by now,  and protect herself if she doesn't want to share. So you walk up to her. Wow, she's even nicer up close. You take what you think is rightfully yours. You ignore her screaming (god, didn't anyone teach her about indoor voices?!) and crying. She deserves to feel the pain. She deserves to feel as much as you had to. You're only trying to teach her a lesson. Be a weak little shy thing. That's what girls are meant to be, and you're making sure she won't forget it. Once it's done, you feel slightly better. Powerful, even. She may be rich, but she couldn't stop you! You WILL have  your share of happiness from this world. You don't care that you just ruined someone's life. That her life will now be much worse than yours. That it wasn't her fault she was rich and pretty. That maybe if you'd done an honest days work in your life you could be not-hungry too. That she was completely innocent. That she had just as much right as you did to roam the streets. That she was just as strong as you were. An equal. And that taking away her happiness, her beauty, her purity had done nothing for your own. That you were a pervert, that you didn't care about other people. Why should you? No one cared about you. Of course, it never occurred to you that if you cared for someone they might care about you too. That you just left a girl to die.

I'm so sick of this. Sure, I can rant all I want on here, but out in the world, nothing changes. This prejudice is set so, so, deep in people's minds. It's going to take a miracle to stop the crimes. There are so few good people out there that its scary. So few people who will stand together for a cause and FIGHT. There are people who say things but don't really mean them. People who are so incredibly selfish that they wouldn't bat an eyelid over having charges dropped, convicting the wrong person, bribing the authorities, influencing a jury, if it means a few more lakes in their kitty. There are the desperate, the ones who have nothing to lose. If they take a few others down with them, who cares? There are the afraid, the indifferent, the ones who'd rather-stay-out-of-it-thank-you-very-much. They don't want to fight the system, because the system works for them. Who cares if a bunch of people die? People die anyway. There are quitters. The ones who say this a losing battle, so why fight?  Nothing's going to change. There are the selfish ones, the ones who are safe enough to really not care. There are the tentative believers. The ones who know something has to change, but they won't go out  there and change it. The ones who would rather be wronged than go out and do something scary.
And then are the rest of us. The tiny bunch of people who will hope, who will dream, who will keep  on fighting, no matter how often they scream at us and push us away and strike us down. Because I  know my rights. I know what I want, and I know what I deserve. And I'm going to make sure I  bloody well get it. There's no point depending on others to do it for me. The government doesn't give a SHIT. The government probably doesn't even want anything to change. They're rich, they're happy, and they're going to keep getting rich, the country can go to the dogs. Fine then. We're going to step up and fight for ourselves. maybe, just maybe, if enough people want it, our miracle will happen. things can change.


10.9.13

needing Miracles

Change. Change is the most beautiful thing in the world. It's the only constant in anyone's life. And it's what we need, more than ever, RIGHT NOW. Things are going from bad to worse. This country is falling apart, the world alongside it. I feel so many things burning up inside me, and I feel like there's nothing I can do. I'm one person in a billion. I WANT to do something, fight this injustice, scream and shout and fight till something CHANGES. But I know already that nothing will. Am I being pessimistic? Am I giving up before I begin? But like, get real. What can one person really do in India, a country ruled by the powerful, the selfish, and the corrupt? All I know is that even if I'm fighting a losing battle, I WILL fight. I will not sit here and watch this madness anymore. Everyone is born with the right to live. To do what we want with our lives. To wear what we want. To go where we want. To say and do what we want. STOP TAKING THAT AWAY FROM US.
Fine, you're a poor, uneducated, starving, tired desperate guy. Your life sucks. You're frustrated. You deserve better than this. How can some people have so much more than others? Look at those kids. Happy, rich, satisfied, content. Look at that girl over there. She's so pretty. But what is she wearing?! Is she crazy? That can't be allowed. Really, she needs someone to teach her a lesson. Girls should be quiet, meek, timid little things. Not bold and walking out on the streets flaunting their beauty! And anyway, what have you got to lose? You don't have two coins to rub together. So what if she goes to the police? Jail might just be better than this. Her hair looks amazing. You want her. She's alone anyway. How stupid of her. Doesn't she know she has it coming? Men are allowed to take what they want. She should know that by now,  and protect herself if she doesn't want to share. So you walk up to her. Wow, she's even nicer up close. You take what you think is rightfully yours. You ignore her screaming (god, didn't anyone teach her about indoor voices?!) and crying. She deserves to feel the pain. She deserves to feel as much as you had to. You're only trying to teach her a lesson. Be a weak little shy thing. That's what girls are meant to be, and you're making sure she won't forget it. Once it's done, you feel slightly better. Powerful, even. She may be rich, but she couldn't stop you! You WILL have  your share of happiness from this world. You don't care that you just ruined someone's life. That her life will now be much worse than yours. That it wasn't her fault she was rich and pretty. That maybe if you'd done an honest days work in your life you could be not-hungry too. That she was completely innocent. That she had just as much right as you did to roam the streets. That she was just as strong as you were. An equal. And that taking away her happiness, her beauty, her purity had done nothing for your own. That you were a pervert, that you didn't care about other people. Why should you? No one cared about you. Of course, it never occurred to you that if you cared for someone they might care about you too. That you just left a girl to die.

I'm so sick of this. Sure, I can rant all I want on here, but out in the world, nothing changes. This prejudice is set so, so, deep in people's minds. It's going to take a miracle to stop the crimes. There are so few good people out there that its scary. So few people who will stand together for a cause and FIGHT. There are people who say things but don't really mean them. People who are so incredibly selfish that they wouldn't bat an eyelid over having charges dropped, convicting the wrong person, bribing the authorities, influencing a jury, if it means a few more lakes in their kitty. There are the desperate, the ones who have nothing to lose. If they take a few others down with them, who cares? There are the afraid, the indifferent, the ones who'd rather-stay-out-of-it-thank-you-very-much. They don't want to fight the system, because the system works for them. Who cares if a bunch of people die? People die anyway. There are quitters. The ones who say this a losing battle, so why fight?  Nothing's going to change. There are the selfish ones, the ones who are safe enough to really not care. There are the tentative believers. The ones who know something has to change, but they won't go out  there and change it. The ones who would rather be wronged than go out and do something scary.
And then are the rest of us. The tiny bunch of people who will hope, who will dream, who will keep  on fighting, no matter how often they scream at us and push us away and strike us down. Because I  know my rights. I know what I want, and I know what I deserve. And I'm going to make sure I  bloody well get it. There's no point depending on others to do it for me. The government doesn't give a SHIT. The government probably doesn't even want anything to change. They're rich, they're happy, and they're going to keep getting rich, the country can go to the dogs. Fine then. We're going to step up and fight for ourselves. maybe, just maybe, if enough people want it, our miracle will happen. things can change.