Morality - The Wall behind which we hide

"But she's committed to someone else and here she is..."

Last week has thrown some very interesting incidents at me and I've been forced to question the very foundation of our social construct. I haven't ever been a staunch believer of social conformity however as a man wanting to enjoy rain I've never been hesitant of a few splashes of mud. No matter how much you want to pave your own way and have your own set of beliefs, social conformance always catches up. I've tolerated people who preach exploitation and manipulation in the name of social conformance and morality only so that everyone rots in the same stagnancy in which they themselves rot. I tolerated some of them only because they were born that way and some because you need to have an alternative before you try to replace an existing system.

In a random social gathering I came face to face the very people who personify the "Indian Crab Mentality", they stated "morality" as their cause much like the RSS that vandalizes couples and various outlets on Valentine's Day. I could see them pointing fingers at other people who had made their choices, at people who chose not to hide behind the self-contradictory virtues of our society, people who had a smile on their face knowing that atleast they are being true to themselves, people who had tears for they knew that these bastards preaching morality are just selfish rats who are grinding their axe because they want their pound of flesh.

They questioned around "is this right ? why should they ? we don't approve so why should they ? we don't think it's right!". I could see it in their eyes, sense it in their words, they used a thousand words however were scared to ask the real question in the simplest of words "why him ? why not us ? why do you still want him, we offer you everything our righteousness, our virtues, our honesty. Then why him ?". They simply didn't have the courage to ask the question which would put them in the "hot seat" so the answer they found was "they are corrupt, amoral, wrong".

These people preached morality, called themselves friends and forgot that they own a closet full of skeletons which hasn't been preached morality yet. I couldn't make up my mind whether they were parasites trying hide their true nature behind the veils of morality or are imbeciles desperately seeking social conformance. For a second I felt pity for their judgemental handicap, incapable of deciding what's right or wrong they turned to social preaching to live their lives. With time my pity had turned into outrage, I felt disgusted at the realization that these were people who were the real corruption. They were the ones who were amoral not because they hid themselve from the world but because they hid their own nature from themselves.

I saw them running with knives to butcher people, people like me, who define morality by actions and not merely by words. They dragged innocent bystanders into the whole blood bath, bystanders who simply knew that the truth is stranger than fiction and supported only as much they could. The morality preachers who sleep with prostitutes and visit strip clubs created the messiest of carngage in the name of "what's right", they speak of morality however they will deny their conscience the realization that they are creatures of lust and greed as well.

Going by the social definition of morality, I am not a moral person.

I am not a selfless person, With great pride I declare that I am a selfish person, My love for someone or something is driven by my passion and this passion is an unstoppable force, no preachers, no social construct and no human can stop it. I don't make sacrifices for others, I make them for myself because only a person who's selfish and strong has the power of choice.
I will support similar people around me only because they have the guts to live in reality rather than walk through their lives on quoting euphisms and moral lectures like brain washed zombies.

"I make my choices by being true to myself and I will not blame others for my mistakes", for me this is morality.

For all the preachers out there...

You go preach morality to the skeletons in your closet, I'd rather be the man who sold the world.

Quantum of Shoelace - IV

"Chocolate, Convent, Coffee"

"Oh well all of them are gifts, to uh well, uhhh to my girlfriends", Mammoth is trying hard to make sure it exactly comes the out way it is not supposed to. Pink Laces parsing logic has got all the topics to choose from, she ventures forth, " Uh gifts ? then what are they doing here ??"

"Hmm, well she, umm they couldn't take it home immediately so they left it in my car."

"They ?"

A loud sigh,"Oh well, the bunny belongs to my first girl friend ever, the muffler to the second one and the showpiece and chocolate belongs to the current one.", Wow what an answer ! Any semblance of chance that Mammoth had with this chick is just being burried alive by mr.smooth operator. Shouldn't be too long now MAMC is pretty close by, this torturous "do it yourself - screw your chances tutorial" session should be over any minute. However I don't blame Mammoth for this,must be in his DNA or something. Let's take a moment and go back a decade.


It's high school, 6th standard Mammoth had just entered his preteens and already Chubby Cheeks Betty had taken a fancy to him. She had already dropped him "THE" line, "Do you mind if I sit with you, my partner is absent today and I don't want to sit alone", back then that was the high school equivalent of a pick up line. The request was made for a single day, however Mammoth had the female for company every single day. Till of course our genius boy screwed himself over when he literally coaxed Chubby Cheeks into tieing him a rakhi on rakhi day, that too in school and infront of the whole class. No, Obviously he didn't have incestuous intentions, the boy simply was too innocent for his own good. Still can't forget the look on Betty's face, at times childhood heartbreaks can be harder than being jilted at the altar!

Okay fast foward five more years,Eleventh standard, Mammoth is coming home from his maths tuitions. He has Convent Cool Madonna for company and is walking her home like a chivalrious knight. She drops "THE" line, "Thats my place over there, do you want to come up, maybe talk or something ?", Okay now there is a bit of a story to this.

Madonna had already described a tear jerker situation during the class about how her grand dad was having a surgery and how the mood was really serious at her place. However she still drops the line CCMadonna wants to check Mammoth's cool quotient and also whether he was listening or not. You can't really blame Madonna here after all the were seventeen, the age when girls start using their brains to get a guy and the guys start using testosterone for everything.


"Yes, sure", Mammoth replies like the insensitive going-gaga-over-new-girl male.


"Ok, but I think it's a bit of a serious mood at my place, maybe sometime later ?", Madonna has him figured out already and out the back door exit!


Once again I think it's DNA and nothing else, fast forward a few more years, and Pink Laces is putting up with the worst show of testorsterone dosage gone wrong.

"So, like if they belong to your ex-girlfriends, will they ever get them ?", Pink Laces wants to have her fun.
"Not really."
"Then why keep them ?"
"Haven't got a chance to throw them away."
"What about the one for your current girl friend ?"
"Well, she'll take it when she gets an opportunity."
"Hope that's before she becomes an ex," Pink laces cracks an obvious insensitive joke, aren't they just made for each other.
"That's possible under one condition only and might just happen pretty soon," Mammoth in action, boy oh boy.
"Really and what is that ?"
"Your college is here, Would you be interested in sharing the possibility over a cup of coffee sometime ?" MAMC is here and Mammoth has timed this one to perfection, the kid has got some talent after all.
"I'm sorry but I'm engaged, thanks for the ride" Pink Laces exits left of stage and disappears through her college gate.

Reverse Gear, First gear, Zero to Sixty in under a minute, Mammoth prepares to audition for "Fast and the Furious 5: The Jilted & The Challaned"