Think nice about people. Stay aloof though. Everyone is human first. Privacy must be respected. Being social is natural, but one should be to the point. Time is important as well. And above all one should not start anything, without consent of the other party. Whatever you do, no matter what, involve someone at least. 2-3 people should be enough.

Joe is a splendid man. He is like a noble machine too. All the time he only does one thing, like an air conditioner, keeps converting dark matter haye of this universe into real or good matter. This brings sunlight after darkness, hope after the deluge. All good stuff is made by जो here.

Other people also help him out in this task, giving him a sigh of relief. Why they do so is not known to Joe. But they are not his friends just strangers. He is indeed a common man, even prehistoric by some measure. Sometimes he breaks down, gives up in the bad weather. Then these strangers help him out repair his will power.

Once he gets back on his feet, they go away, only then અરરો starts coming back in his life, threatening his abilities to churn. Without good matter he will not survive and die one day out of fatigue or old age.

What is hope? Knowing about the truth? Life is not meant to end at the hands of some freak who covers up. I’ve been watching them too, all this while. Power to destroy, builds arrogance, that is something I don’t have. But I’m happy knowing that I lived long enough. More than to destroy the arrogance of any God. I’m just a man who enjoys simple things in life.

-Joe

So this blog has a history past and background. The stage is set in a small city here, called greater noida. A house not too big, just enough to, have people coming in and out of it at their own will. So it is not my house as I thought it to be, my elders are also those people. So I’m lonely, on my own. For most part that’s my life, everything else is just Sir ke log, and how they move in and out.

My goal is to stay alive, and not get hurt here. I do get blacked here by their movement and simple routine chours they carry out without fail. Let’s call them a simple people of my elder’s house.

When things work out fine, and the Sir notion turns out to be a વહેમ, things get straight, and I get ownership just long enough to complete my tasks. Everything else is hazardous.

Is he a real man in this modern world? Is he that fearless all powerful arrogant sir from the British India Era, a western? Or just your class teacher or lawyer or employer, or many other people we respectfully call Sir? Could we be secretly be getting raced by him as he turns out to be a વહેમ, or kind, benevolent person. That we even take that term for granted.

Sir isn’t to be taken for granted, as you become sir one day for somebody else. Then what happens? You get raced even more secretly because you took that mantel. See it is not a tit for tat world here. Sir for me kills no matter what you do with it. It’s a mummy’s curse that only knows destruction, no matter how coveted this entity might become to the simple soul, its end game is only haye, for the one who adorns it.

Dear readers, like me, should take this seriously, that there are no good people in the world at all. So fake Good people do exist, they don’t even give us a bitter pill, just keep messing us up, all the way.

I for one just keep avoiding them, no matter what. They don’t even cover up fully, so intentionally, that we keep getting subdued by them, as they come.

Listen people, people are real, but not good. Some of them are so addicted to power money, that they’ll even marry your wife, if you have one, right in front of your eyes, and then have babies with them the night you die by a વહેમ.

Nasty, I get attempted upon by people of my own house, my own society, in the name of haye. That addiction of haye, that lure of the jungle, is so strong that they can’t help it and end up racing me, while they cover up. I forgive them in the name of humanity, I hear their pain when they pass away too. The jungle kills, and it’s patrons, Sir and his लोग. I beware.

Not just bad, but they are foul souls. Society is not good company at all here. Crime destitution poverty thugs vultures business people mafia drug lords prostitutes political masterminds religious preachers turn brothels terrorists country makers deadly organisations like RAW ISI CIA FSB MI6 all just mirages in thin air secret service people beaurocrats, to just name a few. All newspaper headline makers and food for reporters. Who teaches you all of this if not tv channels newspapers movies gossips rumors keep giving you the impression that everything will be fine.

But people do get hurt, I for one keep getting hurt too. It’s a circle that has a life cycle. So in my best interest I stay aloof, I stay at bay. I do nothing at all in life. Yet they find good reasons conscience calls to get me out in the open and face their abuse, and call it full circle.

What better way to get hayed than sex or nudity. In some cultures all this is legal even a form of art. Being Indian, I might call it taboo, yet people do practice monogamy, infidelity or sex crime. Dysfunctional families therefore have their roots in all of this. Women get abused thus but also abuse men in similar ways. Money drives people for need of eliciting or even extorting money they haven’t earned.

When I pick up the newspaper here, I find it rife with crime against women, crime scenes, war and more atrocities.

Money just makes people go wild. It causes desperation and thus allows for worker server relationships. Otherwise it is a free world.

See the jungle is a વહેમ, for everyone in this world. But जंगल people do exist on their own, freaks of nature if you fancy. In my experience no one ever meets or confronts them, they are extra dimensional, even living among us without our knowledge. So when અરરો comes to take joe, he feels incapacitated, panicking, even sinfully afraid of God. He is a machine like binary being, his way only, then he leaves on his own, nothing much more than that is known, other than urban legends, the movie the Ring comes to mind.

It keeps gaining on you, until you give up and die on your own. There is no escape from અરરો. Other than that people here are nice and well connected.

In this blog joe is the definitive authority on this topic. So you don’t need to do anything here, not even earn money, just અરરો consequences, things all, we all are just innocent victims here, compelled to do his bidding, unto each other. અરરો takes responsibility of all such mishaps, wealth, things, even people.

The world here, where I live, is quiet serene clean, but some people are more suseptible to the call of the jungle than me. It gives them the rare chance of being a આરરો, something they can’t resist, being larger than life, being something awe worthy. Such people become safe havens for અરરો outfits, then I have to do the clean up work. જો calls them the lowest denominators, or incorrigible fools, of this place. Stay indirect, don’t own anything, don’t be anyone, just follow the stream out of here.