between the binaries...

-- Because animals are property, we consider as "humane treatment" that we would regard as torture if it were inflicted on humans – Gary L. Francione He was there, in the confines of his room, sleeping unaware of everything around him. The door was smashed open. Two people, masked men, stormed into the room. He woke up with a shudder. He had weak eye-sight; but still tried to look around and gather what happened; but he couldn’t see a thing. He reached out for his glasses kept on the side table by his bed. But before he could grab them; his legs were grabbed by these unknown, unwelcomed guests. They dragged him down the bed with brute force. He banged his head against the duvet on the bed and his legs hurt. As they dragged him down the bed, he banged his head then against the edge of the bed. He did manage to touch the back of his head and saw it was bleeding. He screamed for help; but at 4’o clock in the dead of the night, no one was there for his rescue. They struck hi

It all began that night when Sahu got that insatiable urge to get high! After all, things were going on pretty smooth of course with that standard deviation that life forces you to counter. Not that we were not surviving without the spliff; but then who the fuck could manage to reason with Sahu. He is a son-of-a-bitch, I tell you. He was the one who dragged not just himself; but me as well into this shithole of a mess. But it’s not that I was some innocent, do-gooder, docile dude. I wanted my share of spliff as well. You might have obviously heard of the booze getting on top of you; but how many instances would you recall of you getting on top of booze, like literally? Not many times, I am sure. But then that was going to happen, as those motherfuckers made both me and Sahu strip down to nothing and were forcing us to take a seat… No, don’t even expect any pleasantries. There is no room for niceties here. They were not offering us a seat. They had broken beer bottles placed rig

शाख  पे  बैठे  हुए  एक  पत्ते  की  तरह हवा  के  झोंके  का  इंतज़ार  करते  हुए ज़िन्दगी  कुछ  इस  तरह  गुज़र  रही  है  जैसे कोई  आस  ही  न  रह  गयी  हो कभी  धुप, कभी  छाओं  की  अत्थ्खेलियों  में अपने  वजूद  की  तलाश  में इधर  उधर  बे-मकसद  उड़ते  हुए ज़िन्दगी  कुछ  इस  तरह  गुज़र  रही  है  जैसे आस  का  एक  पंची  बना खुली  हवा  को  सिर्फ  नज़रों  से  देखता पिंजरे  में  बंद  एक  पंच्छी  जैसा  मैं ज़िन्दगी  बस  गुज़र  रही  है  ऐसे...