Indians themselves should be blamed

Its time for some tough love. The problem with Indians lie with themselves. Society at large views Indians in two angles - those with fair skin as high caste, and those with darker skin as low cast. For me, I used to work in an organization where my boss, though he called himself an Indian, had sharper features he being a northern indian. He made it a point to repeatedly ridicule my darker skin - it seems that being born with a lighter skin is a blessing and being born with darker skin, a curse.

In fact, throughout my existence on these lands, time and time again, many people have made it clear that dark skin bad, fair skin good. Thats society - thats the free market. The prevailing value system becomes the culture, and woe betide you if you are born black.

But why? We know that Indians are an emotional lot. I think this has to do with a culture that seeks to condemn, destroy or rebel. Take me for example, a promising future cut short by an emotional outburst delivered by those closest to you. In my extended family, time and time again we see backbiting, favoritism and a willingness to go out of ones way to destroy rather than build. I saw the zero sum, I committed myself to improving my lot, I worked hard, I stayed out of trouble. But the bullet came from behind.

Somebody commented on the inconsiderate nature of the Indian. He brought out the point of those seeking to ring a bell and proceed to bestow untold suffering on unsuspecting neighbours. And yet another would claim of the robbery, the petty crime, and some others of the general meaness of Indian youth gangsters. They all have a point. Betrayal and anger breeds violence. And whilst the police chooses to focus their efforts on those seeking an avenue to release their anger, riding a bicycle as an act of civil disobedience, the gangsters and the robbers go free. But truth be told, there is more to it than meets the eye. The political structure of the Indian society has for too long been intertwined with the mob. It is one and the same. Liars, cheaters, charlatans, scum - thats why I never vote.

I think its time for a man like Dato' Tajuddin to determine the allocation of seats for the MIC. With the threat of Mike and the seething anger of Kula, Pakatan will not field another Indian next time round. Its just too dangerous.

Creative destruction - thats the only way.

Does society owe the black man a living?

Yet another conventional wisdom states that the dark skin male prefers the fairer skin female. And the dark skin female prefers the fairer skin male. The end result of this is the fair skin male plays the dark skin female, and after they have been thoroughly used, a dark skin male beckons to pick up the pieces.

To this I say great! Pick up the trash you loser.

As for me, every day is a struggle. A struggle to control the anger, a struggle to control the hate. The day starts with 5 sticks of cigarattes, ends with about the same. Why is it that I should be judged and condemned because my fucking name sounds like a Tamil? Am I kasta kusta?

I have yet to find a partner, truth betold it scares me. Why should I condemn another soul to this misery. Why should I bring to this world another life that will face the same trials and tribulations I felt. Be tortured mentally by ones own, being kicked in the face by society. Being told day in and day out, you don't belong here. No sir, I would not.


Its so difficult right now to make a living. Its so difficult to progress, now it seems the school or university you went to counts for everything if you were not born into power. Even though time and time again, these cabal hide behind their piece of paper, unable to execute even a tiniest measure of progress. No instead, its a game. And whilst society continues in their pursuit for fairer skin, the barbarians plunder, loot and steal. But they are the chosen ones - they went to Cambridge and Oxford or Imperial.

I cackle. The future is dim.
My hate burns deep. There will be hell to pay.