Hackers

Apathy is reaching previously unheard of heights in my existence. Indifference coupled with half drugged semi-consciousness can make things feel different. I am at the southern tip of Kerala. I see green trees and blue skies. The sun blazes beautifully in the sky laced with gossamer clouds. Yet, it hardly feels different from any other place that I have been to. The underlying pattern appears to be basically the same. Sometimes, it feels as if I am in a giant 360 degrees vision movie theatre, where the scenery keeps changing, in the big bulbous screen. This is depressing. How long can you watch a movie? Twenty-two years seem to be pretty long by my standards. I wonder what’s happening outside the theatre. Four days ago, I met a pastor of the Pentecostal church. He was telling about experiences with the spirit world. The world is becoming a play ground for satanic forces nowadays according to him. The city where I live has degraded a lot. The ‘things’ that make up a town are there. The distressing fact is that people are degenerating with the times. We are moving into a barbaric future. Civilization is a word that is soon destined to be extinct. Everyday the newspapers carry a lot of news about local ‘incidents’. There are a lot of hackers in this place. These hackers are far different from the pirates of the Silicon Valley. Headlines for these articles typically yell – ‘Man hacked to death’. The sad fact is that these incidents occur over trivialities. People I know are afraid to argue with anyone, in fear of matters getting escalated to dangerous levels. The police appear to be marionettes, dancing to the whims of the political honchos, who back the ‘hackers’ for their own unholy ends. It’s a sad, bad sight. Again I wonder if these things are really happening, or are merely propaganda on a grand scale. Al Qaeda would probably refuse to set up base here, out of terror for their little terrorist lives, lest they be ‘hacked’, in good ol’ Trivandrum. Life is cheap. Life is good. Life is bad. Satan?

" Slow Times? "

"When I set foot into this town 5 days ago, there was a sense of doom about me. A sense of slowness was pretty much in the air.

Everything seemed very slow. The people, the vehicles - everything was in slow motion. I blinked my eyes, and suddenly, it was Friday. I didn't realize a whole week getting whisked away in the blink of an eye.

Nothing is happening according to plan. Coming to think of it, there was no plan at all in the first place. One more week left in this place.

Some of my old friends will be landing in town tomorrow. I have to meet up with them, and let the plans unfold. The unwritten plans,ie.

Bring it on. Hoping to be a Nietzche-isque super man from now on. I hope there wont be too much to overcome. God help.."

I reached Trivandrum 2 days ago. It was a Sunday. I had left this place on the 15th of July 2006. The town was reliably staid.

Everything is moving slow. I have nothing to do. I am going crazy without having anything concrete and interesting to do. Yesterday I was returning back home at 9 pm in the night and the streets were so empty that that it was scary!

Nobody is around. I am doing crazy stuff. Got a bike from a friend and clocked around 70 km in a day. Just riding aimlessly. I wonder what my friend thought about this.

Today I didn’t have a ride and walked a lot, going nowhere. I don’t know…