Friday 6 January 2017

India: Land of the Living Dead




Filth and Disease

Any poor soul unfortunate enough to land on the wasteland either voluntarily or by accident, will first notice the overpowering stench of uncovered garbage, pouring out onto the streets. Move two feet forward, you step into a juicy turd of unknown origin. Stumble four feet backward and, you’re suddenly hounded by a half eaten rat whose guts are still infested with maggots the size of a thumb. Suddenly the thought of eating the rarely sought-after Italian delicacy, Casu Marzu (maggot-infested cheese), doesn’t seem so unthinkable anymore. All you can think of doing is extracting yourself from the disease ridden and overflowing sewage of the Indian streets, and getting onto the soonest flight from whence you came. Indian germs and microbes are renowned for their ability to thrive in the toughest of conditions. These microscopic bad boys can swallow and spit out whole populations of Ebola and HIV viruses, while simultaneously mutating to transform into stronger strains than the deadliest known ones on record. Be sure to prepare yourself with some handy electrolytes and loads of durable toilet paper - Diarrhoea is certainly in the stars for you. Watch out also, for brief but excruciatingly painful spells of Malaria, Cholera, Tuberculosis and genital pustules. Make sure you’re up to date on your Rabies and Tetanus shots while you’re at it. You don’t necessarily need to encounter a rusty nail or a rabid canine to pick up either. Surprisingly enough.

Caste, Religion and Superstitious hocus pocus

Did you think political upheavals back home or a bad health insurance plan were the end of the world? In Indian society, people still follow a kind of crude feudal hierarchy which has been shrugged off by the rest of the world since after the Dark Ages. People are looked down upon and ostracised simply because they’re too poor or belong to a low caste. Matrimonial matches are arranged based on an individual’s caste and religious beliefs, wherein a dowry (more like ransom) is required only from the girl’s family. Talk about paying someone to marry you. As a result, female foeticides are no longer a thing of the past, with mothers undergoing large scale shade abortions on the quiet, to get rid of a girl child. Baby girls are found discarded like common thrash in the gutters, and are swept beneath the rug of oblivion by the dozen. It was until the mid-1900 that women underwent shady procedures to get rid of unwanted pregnancies around the world. India still hasn’t seen the light of the day. If a girl child does miraculously survive to marriageable age, she is required to give her husband a son, or subjected to abuse by him and his family.  Parents are still criticized for educating and believing in their daughter’s abilities to create a career and support themselves. It is deemed a waste of time and money to allow women to prove themselves in India. Well, why should a woman have to prove her worth at all, you say? Good question. In addition to infanticides, crimes such as rapes, honour killings, acid attacks and child marriage are glorified. The patriarchal society still stamps down on issues like gender inequality; with women largely being victimized and abused in all cases. Believe in fighting for the justice of innocents and operating on the right side of the law? Avoid India like the plague.

You think Friday the 13th and black cat phobias are silly and irrational? The range of superstitious mumbo jumbo particularly in rural India is frustrating and frankly, even I haven’t the patience to go through the ridiculous list. Even worse are the rising numbers of innocents that are harmed as a result of these outdated beliefs.

Malnutrition and Food poisoning

This probably wouldn’t account as a factor to take into consideration when choosing a tourist destination. However, the collective health of citizens is an often underestimated but effective indication of a nation’s economic progress and the general standard of living. A vast and appalling majority of Indians are despairingly bone-thin and almost skeletal in appearance. Obesity is a term that is unheard of and rarely uttered in India. Food has to be thoroughly checked before purchase, because you never know if you’re being swindled into buying dried legumes or pebbles disguised as beans. Similarly, the content of adulterated milk, questionable spice powders and even the quality of drinking water need to be ascertained before consumption. Does it come as much of a surprise that most of the people there are too worn out to be productive before the dawn of another work day? If you accidentally happen to eat out at vending machines or stalls in some of the metropolitan cities; you need to start praying that you last to see another day, or better still, don’t venture out at all. If the bugs don’t kill you, the food probably will.

High population growth and Bad Infrastructure

India boasts the second highest populated country in the world, after China. The sad reality being that China possessed better technology, infrastructure and an even lower infant mortality rate than India. India still lags way behind other developing countries such as Africa and certain Asian countries in terms of economic growth. An innovation or technological advancement takes years to be implemented within India and even longer to maintain after, with things breaking down repeatedly. The roads still have potholes, diseases such as malaria and dysentery are still prevalent despite countries elsewhere having put these ailments to rest, and electrical surges/blackouts still occur frequently. The internet plans in India are exorbitantly high and not as easily available as they ought to be. People to this day still complain of water scarcity, which is the most fundamental facility that any country should be equipped with, really.  Difficult access to public transport is another issue which is also strife with rampant complaints of molestation and sexual harassment from labourers and uneducated migrants mostly from the North. India has proven itself to be a truly third world country; and will probably never reach the brink of global-scale development, at any rate. Slums and illegal settlements on the outskirts of cities are as common as monsoon puddles, and are scattered so closely together that they overshadow the rest of the city like one looming and gigantic monstrosity; ignored and neglected like everything else. 


Backward mindsets

What strikes me as most queer is the attitude among the demographic; the sense that nothing is ever urgent enough to be tended to immediately. The lackadaisical attitude that reeks of hopelessness; and the notion that all matters are trivial and nothing makes much of a difference to be improved upon anyway. The complacent ignorance that makes Indians believe that wallowing in their own shit is better than clearing it up; whilst blaming it all on a colonial past and bad governing. The term ‘rat race’ takes on a life of its own, with people dragging each other down for the sake of their petty ambition, envy and pride, and the herd mentality that kicks in when the pool of imagination is all dried up. Want a closer look at the seven deadly sins? Go no further.

Safety Issues

I’m not entirely trying to discourage you from visiting the shithole. I mean if you’d prefer being groped in broad daylight regardless of your gender and inadvertently dying from some horrible incurable disease, then go ahead by all means. Increasingly reports of rapes, drug trafficking, prostitution and murders, involving foreigners, have been on the rise. Indians are proving themselves to be a xenophobic majority, hence giving their own tourism a bad rap. There has been news of discrimination and hatred against religious minorities within the country, proving how intolerant a bunch they truly are. Opt for a safer vacation in Thailand or Singapore, in my opinion.

Staggering Poverty

Some Indians claim to be incredibly wealthy, owning massive businesses and expanding these overseas. On the other hand, you can spot as many beggars as there are stray animals walking around aimlessly on the streets. They are run over by vehicles and left to rot, not deserving so much as a side glance from passersby. Sidewalks are covered with the homeless sprawling across bare ground, amidst their own faecal matter and dried splatters of urine/puke.

Strays and neglected Animals

The government cares about its animals as much as it cares for its poor. I still can’t get over the look of desperation in their eyes or the angle at which their ribs seem to jut out through their sagging skin; wordlessly praying for a quick and merciful death.  Even hardy animals such as horses and elephants seemed half-starved and exhausted, not bothering to look up or move unless cruelly whipped by their owners. What sort of place would subject it own wildlife to such cruel punishment? If I were you I’d forget such a barbaric place even existed.

Indians overseas

If you’re looking for a testament to the current state of India, observe the behavior and lifestyles of Indians abroad. They dress in garish traditional clothing and don’t even try to adapt to western culture. They shove their ritualistic idolatry worship, loud vulgar music and foods down everyone’s throats. Some of them don’t even attempt to learn to speak English. Imagine traveling to a predominantly English speaking country, only to impose your own dialect upon the locals.

Monday 2 January 2017

Creepers (by Edgar J Hyde) That I Loved Reading as a Kid



The Piano
 

Roger and Emily Houston purchase a piano on a bargain, which seems perfect for the piano lessons of their two children. To their horror, they discover that the piano has a life of its own. It plays the same haunting tunes repeatedly and it soon becomes apparent that someone from the past is trying to get through to them regarding a decision they are about to make. 

Wishing Well


Tom stumbles upon an old wishing well near his house, and is thrilled to find that it grants his wishes each time he casts them. A spirit belonging to the well, however, wants something in return since there is always a price to pay. The question is: Is Tom willing to give it what it wants? 

Beggar Boy


Tommy and his mother are outcasts in a neighborhood where money and status in society are all that matter, among the affluent residents of Montague Street. Tommy is often subjected to the cruel taunts of the street children, until a strange scruffy boy comes to his rescue. He is amazed by his friend’s knack for creating chaos and fear among his enemies, but cannot help but wonder where he comes from and how he manages to appear and vanish into thin air in a matter of seconds. 

Pen Pals


Best friends Olivia and Natasha often write to each other just for fun, and most of these letters outline creative ideas for pranks that they’re keen to play. They are surprised when they begin to receive notes that contain ideas that aren’t their own. Some of these notes contain warnings for Olivia and that someone they know should not be trusted. The girls need to find out who’s responsible for the deadly notes - but time is running out. 

Cold Kisser


The new girl in school, Sally Anne, is the object of every boy’s fantasy, and many of them yearn for a kiss. However, word gets out that her chilling kisses freeze boys in time, acting almost like a kiss of death. Tommy would like to do everything in his power to stay away from this girl whom he feels like he’s known before, weirdly enough. 

Ghost writer


Charlie has a real talent for writing, but even he can’t seem to remember writing the parts to a story that magically appear in his notebook. As he begins to wonder who the writer is, the headmaster of his school takes a little too much interest in the notebook and seems unhappy with Charlie. Talk about having an irrational fear of headmasters - Charlie begins getting deathly scared of his. 

Doctor Death


Josh Stevens and his friends seem to be developing hideous symptoms, after a visit to the charming and attractive Dr Blair. They transform into stinky and greasy freaks with repulsive boils, which threatens the success of their potential dates. They discover that Dr Blair has worse ‘remedies’ in his medicine cupboard, and they decide to stop him from carrying out a deadly plan. 

Mirror Mirror


The Johnstones have recently bought a very old mirror. The children discover something odd about it, and can see a strange girl wearing outdated clothes staring back at them. The girl even tries to communicate with them as they gradually unearth her identity and the reason for her being trapped within the mirror. 

Blood on Tap


Bill Todd has just settled on buying a new house for his growing family. It is affordable and located in a good neighborhood, ensuring a good bit of space for his kids. His wife and children get bad vibes about the house, and cannot get past its sinister facade. Bill refuses to change his mind, until they encounter something terrible that makes them wish they’d never set eyes on the house. 

The Rocking Chair


Gerry Tooms is taken aback to see a old man in a rocking chair in the porch of the house across his, since it’s been abandoned for years. Even more surprising is the fact that the headlines on the old man’s newspapers seem to predict terrible events of the future. These sudden disasters make everyone believe that the town is cursed. Gerry is also warned of an evil force at work that coincidentally, was the cause of the old man’s demise. The old man and Gerry need to work together and prevent further accidents in the town, but Gerry is clueless about the identity of the strange man and how to go about saving the town from ruin.

Sunday 1 January 2017

Adieu, 2016!



2016 was a year that nightmares are made of; the kind that are recurrent, intense and traumatic. For those of you who beg to differ, thank your stars for having been incredibly blessed and escaping the wrath of the hellish forces that created a great deal of havoc in my life. The year started off on a positive note, with me bagging the internship of my dreams and graduating after two long years of mental and financial agony. Career has long since, however, come to a dramatic standstill. I was required to shift from a residence that I had grown to consider a refuge amidst a vast alien city, and move in with a glorified bunch of brutish Sinhalese apes who were fond of expired donuts.  The only good thing to come out of the experience was a deep love for dogs that managed to wipe out my childhood fear of canines, thanks to a very lovable Labrador. I succeeded in getting out of the hateful primate-infested place with the help of a friend. Interpersonal relationships have been strife with conflict and misunderstandings, no doubt as a result of the troublesome planetary aspects and destructive energies of 2016. I was soon plagued by a series of unexplainable health issues that seemed to have been artificially induced by foes and spies from behind the scenes. Stories from the past about greedy emotionally stunted relatives and fake friends that I no longer give a rat’s arse about, have pestered me like disease ridden flies high on faecal matter.  I hardly expect a stark improvement in the coming year or a turnaround in terms of luck, since life has been gradually going downhill since 2015; as the popular saying goes ‘All things come in threes’. A stagnant 2015 where you’re forced three steps backward, for every one step forward. A dynamic but deadly 2016, with the most unpleasant surprise popping up at the last minute like a sinister Jack in the Box. All I wish for in the year of 2017, is the chance to be able to cut ourselves some slack and carry on living with peace of mind.

Thursday 15 December 2016

Who deserves to win the Iron Throne (In my Opinion)?






Arya Stark, in my humble opinion. 

For one thing, she doesn’t possess the annoying habit of declaring her titles at whoever gets under her skin, and she isn’t a glorified bastard with a questionable ancestry. Moreover, Arya isn’t looking to claim the iron throne; making her an even better contender for the throne and a more deserving one. George R. R. Martin has himself stated that the winner will not be a mainstream contender. That rules out the entitled Mother of Dragons. It would be a truly heart wrenching and iconic moment to witness the crowning of a Stark, after everything they’ve been put through; from decapitation and betrayal, to frightening encounters with white walkers and unexpected massacres. It doesn’t help to know that only three Stark children remain. 

Arya is charming, gutsy, unassuming and determined, making her an ideal candidate to lead the seven kingdoms in the not so distant GoT future. Having come a long way from a feisty little sprite of a girl in Season 1, her fighting spirit still remains the same and she vows to exact revenge on all her enemies. She has endured massive trials out of tremendous loyalty and for the best interests of her family, both deceased and living.  

Arya has also had the most interesting story line so far, having encountered a deadly assassin cult that aided her in furthering her repertoire of violence. There has got to be a reason for her having sparked an interest (or fear) in Melisandre, who had shown the same level of interest in Jon Snow. Did the Red Priestess envision something big in Arya’s future? Her crossing paths with Gendry and the Hound couldn’t have been mere coincidence. 

Arya is a born survivor, no doubt. She has risked her life on several occasions, having narrowly escaped being raped and identified. She was chased and hunted down by the Waif, but succeeded in fighting back despite having sustained an injury. She was blinded as punishment by Jaqen H’ghar; but that didn’t keep her from continuing her training. One could attribute it to pure luck, but I say she’s just gifted and a natural at playing the game.