My life out from diaries

My life out from diaries

A Story by Mac

It’s true that I rent out all my anger by writing it down in diaries and stuff. At this rate, many diaries should have been filled up by now, because I was always mad at the hostel authorities.

                I used to live in a stinking room with all my batch-mates. Oh Yeah, all the rooms stank. Everyone hated living there. There was a time when everyone used to love the place more than anything. By God’s grace, that time wasn’t going on then. Every morning we were forced to do pooja ( worshipping God) against our wishes. They thought they could convert us into God’s devotees. That wasn’t so. They thought we would give them huge donations when we settled down later in out lives.

                I’m never going to give anything, not a single dime. If I become a successful man, I’ll pay to charities, but nothing to this organization.

 

                How would you have liked to live in a place where nothing’s working?

My nervous disorder keeps on worsening day by day.Perhaps that’s the reason why my writing has gone bad too.

 Arguing was of no use because of our multi-tongued chief rector. People should hang him, burn him, stick him onto spokes, torture him,tear him apart,etc. I think he has a really serious mental problem, far bitter than mine.

                The word ‘entertainment’ had been coined by him. It’s like a sort of movie which we are shown once a week. No one gets a say, as to what we wanted to  see. All the ‘sexual arousal’ parts were skipped, because we were ‘young children’ still having lots of ‘hormonal changes’-in their words. They never saw us as maturing.

                ‘Unfortunately’, this school is only for boys. It was okay as we understood the religious sentiments and all that. But then, girls were suddenly just a myth there. We weren’t even allowed to have friends of the opposite sex. They treated girls as if they were just throwaways. They never checked that they had mothers too.

                What’s a religion like when you don’t get a say in anything? You have to live on the principles of God only? All your freedom gets taken away? If there is a God, I thank him for making me an atheist.

© 2013 Mac


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Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, India



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