Author: Chiranjiv Kumar

22Sep

THYPEAM!

I have lost my loved one.

Sitting in my room thinking, will I ever succeed?

If I ever get another life?

If I can ever give love and be loved?

I have so many reasons against it, standing as big rocks. It is hard to rationalise.

Why can’t I be?

What is preventing me? I wonder…

Someone is knocking on my door. Maybe it is just the wind. I am choosing to ignore it. Again, I think I just heard a thud. I have to check it. I have opened the door, but there is no one. Maybe it is just my depressed mind.

Oh God! What is it? I see an ominous creature flying outside with the face of a black cat and the body of an owl having the feathers of a crow. It is all black. It is now sitting on a branch of a tree outside. Its eyes are burning with fire. I think I should go and ask it. Read More »

15Sep

The Roommate

It was not my fault. It was not I who forced her to do such a ghastly thing to herself, and neither I who goaded her to do so. However, regardless of anything, Jane did it. Lying in front of my eyes, emaciated and lifeless, I couldn’t help but regret it. Her last wish was to stay with me before she succumbed to a coma, but I was cold-hearted and that’s why she was in that condition. I was trying to shift the mental burden and guilt. Is it only because of me?

Just last night I moved to this apartment in the suburbs. It was large enough for sleeping yet congested to live. The landlady told me that I had to share my room with another person. That was not a bad deal, as my bills were going to be split up. It was a girl, as I came to know. Read More »

15Sep

Evil Secret

Look, I am here to tell you something. A secret nobody ever told you, a secret that was buried inside the depths of Hades, piece by piece. I took them all and am here to show you the same.

Under the influence or oppression? No, it is out of my pure love for humanity and hate for evil. The SATAN. Satan sent me to do his work. Satan, the devil, the supreme evil force, a creature made from loathing and resentment. You are the chosen one. Yes, you! You are chosen to serve him. Do you know how it feels being a chosen one? I was the one before you. He tormented me to generate the pain and hatred, forcing me to inflict more pain on people like you. Read More »

26Jun

What are some cases/stories where women have misused Indian-laws, which were actually made to protect them?

Answer by Anonymous:

I thrashed my wife to get my life back to normal

I went through this 3 years ago in Delhi, though I now live in Germany with my German wife.

My wife was having affairs with multiple men at her work place. I had evidence of the same, where there were nasty (really sick) messages from men, asking her to stay over at their places.

We'd been married for 6 months at the time and I immediately asked for a divorce the next day, telling her why I wanted it.

My asking for a divorce hurt her ego badly. Very badly.

Same scenario as the other, she complained to the cops and I had 9 cases on my head. The moment my company found out, I lost my job and I wasn't getting jobs elsewhere because of the FIR mark against my name.

I went through this phase for 12 months, 12 months of being rejected my MNC's because background checks, proved that I had a "number" of police cases on my head. Despite having brilliant recommendations from my seniors and college profs whom I was in touch with

Now, what does a man do in this case? I have loans to repay and I was a senior in a large corporation, so I was drawing a good amount of money. All of a sudden, I couldn't pay for my car, house and money invested in mutual funds.

What the fuck was I supposed to do? It came to a point, where I was finding it cumbersome to survive in Delhi. That's when I completely lost my mind. I took to alcohol and being an alcoholic for a few months. Family and friends avoided me because of my rowdy behavior.

So, I called my (bitch) ex wife one fine day and told her politely to back off. She refused saying that I deserved this. That's when I decided to get back at her. I did and my life was back to normal.

I stalked her and found out where she went and what she did with her time. I caught a hold of her at 7 p.m. at a certain location in Delhi, where I literally attacked her. I thrashed her like there was no tomorrow. Yes, I beat her up badly, slapped her around and pushed her to the ground. I threatened her and told her that I'd kill her if she didn't leave me alone. I even carried a Swiss Army knife at the time, just to scare the fuck out of her and it worked very well.

That's when the bitch got the message and pleaded for mercy & withdrew her case against me.

I don't give a flying fuck what you feminists think of this. When a man's high flying career has gone to seed and is left with nothing, you get desperate. That survival instinct kicks in and you'd do anything to get back on track.

We're living in tough times — life is stressful and the last thing I needed was some retard of a woman destroying my life, without any fault of mine.

I asked her to back off politely but she refused and this is how I deal with situations that go completely our of hand.

P.S. – I'd slap her again if I ever see her. Hard. For destroying 1 precious year of my life and creating a bad impression of me in multiple MNC's, that won't even consider me now if I ever come back to India because I "had" a FIR filed against my name.

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26Jun

What are some cases/stories where women have misused Indian-laws, which were actually made to protect them?

Answer by Anonymous:

This is what my college friend told me once. I post his exact words because I believe people need to know this.

this happened to me when I was in 12th class. me and my group of four guys only had one thing on mind at that time. It was C++ and java. We were what you can call budding programmers (We all are doing CS engineering now in top colleges). I loved the way that we used to push each other to new boundaries. With our passion, our talks were rarely about girls. Until unless some other bloke started the topic, we usually didn't care.

   One day, during my class, a girl approached me saying that she wanted me to teach her the things that she had missed last week due to her visit somewhere. I obliged and I taught her for two days in the school grounds on benches. After this, we became friends and yes, for me, who hadn't talked to girls that much, I felt happy with her. Soon I proposed, but the reply I got left me baffled. It was,"but XXX(my name), you are in such a serious relationship with XYZ( some girl) and you ask me to be your girlfriend. I thought better of you."

I was dumbfounded. On research, I found that a girl in my class apparently had been telling fake stories of how me and her have been dating for almost a year.

I gre doubtful and asked my friends for advice. They said that I should talk to the girl concerned. I approached her one fine day and I bet she understood what I was going to talk about before I even spoke a word. Nevertheless, I explained her properly. She said that she only did that because she was attracted to me and at that moment indire tly proposed me and asked for an answer. I didn't like her, I barely knew her. I politely refused, saying that I like someone else. she apologized and said she wouldn't say anything from now.

A month later, I found out that it had not stopped. She was still spreading stories. Stories of how we have kissed and have reached bases. Seeing this again, I got irritated and I blasted the girl in front of the class. I stood up in front of the class and I spoke how the stories she has been telling are fake. I was naive. I didn't know how to react. After this, she lost her trust from all her friends.

and then it started…. the misuse

two days later, my principle comes to my class and takes me away. On reaching her office, I saw four people. The girl sitting on the chair crying. a man standing beside him, her father and a police officer.

Soon, I was told how the girl has explained that we had a "fight in our relationship" and how I got physical because of my anger. She showed marks on her hands ( self inflicted but claimed mine.). Her father said I want to talk to the boy alone. everyone allowed.

He took me out on the corridors and said," look son, you apologize to my daughter or else I will make you suffer."

I refused. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. I was let go while the police investigated the case. The same day, I told my parents and friends everything. My parents knew me well. They believed in me but that was pretty much it. Apart from the 4 friends I had, almost everyone sympathized with the story of a girl, which was different on different places. Rumors got so bad that people started saying I raped her.

   the next one month was tragic. I lost all respect I had with teachers. My relatives saw me as something very bad. I barely talked to any new persons. Then one day, one of her stories made a mistake. She finally announced the date of the incident as she was coming out of her "depression". As soon as one of my friend got to know it, he realized a crucial thing. I was not in the city and had gone out of with my friends for an IIT college fest. He ran with the proofs, the flight ticket and the visitor card made by my name in the college. Finally, for once after a long time, one of the police officers supported my case and finally the girl was revealed as the culprit.

but what I don't understand is, the day I was condemned, I distinctly remember a bunch of at least 20 or so publicists. The day they announced the truth, I counted only five. I'm still seen as a culprit, because that girl has left a blotch on my record.

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