A world without border, every time I say these words, it always brings a snarky smile to my face. Four words that’ll never be true. What I wish is a world, a world undivided by borders, personally speaking I would very much like if there was never a continent separation, one big land, Pangaea. We seem to divide us by geography, by race, hopefully if there was nothing for us to be divided by, we could have seen the point, that there is no fucking point, just hostile egos.
Science these days has become a joke. I am at the exact line that divides freaks from geeks, for me both of them blur into something primal, something critical, mind of a child. Why the fuck am I the weird one? Freaks and geeks, we are all the same, there is no distinction. We all have some traits that fall into certain predefined stereotypes. The first farmers, they were scientists, not bankers, not accountants, not politicians, not glorified lawyers and definitely not warriors. Early civilizations were built by immense contribution of these unsung heroes, yet all we remember and worship are the barbarians, vikings, murderers, rapist and then we praise them as great warriors, great visionaries who expanded the land of some shit country by few miles.
After all, they are the ones we define as our mortal Gods so it only makes sense that some of us should be devil, right? And who would be better than the idiots who gave us atomic bombs, nuclear reactor, electricity, motors because after all they are the ones responsible for wars, pollution, cancer, you know. It’s always the intention that define an invention as the greatest gift for mankind or the boon for humanity. A sustainable energy source was better suitable as an atomic bomb, I guess, that was a better option. Who the fuck cares about radiation poisoning when you can wreck havoc on a tiny little island.
You make by what you have. Some of us are destined to be forgotten, sadly it’s the people who always challenged humanity’s views on every step, idiots who thought that humanity was destined for something better, something great.
Hostile egos, nothing else.
I’ve seen hundred movies, hundred TV shows about another great warrior that extended the border of another shit land by few miles, warriors that fought like animals because instead of brain, they simply had balls. Ah, terrible joke. But then where would be the glory in that. Who would care about another doctor who stays in the hospital, working one hundred twenty hours in a week when we can actually see the great warriors, the heroes, kings, slaves. Who the fuck cares for a doctor. After all, all the supervillains have a designation of doctor too. Right Dr. Doom, Dr. Jim Moriarty?
I’m still waiting for a Hollywood adaption of Albert Einstein, or Isaac Newton, or Nikolai Tesla, don’t worry I’m not asking for an adaption of the life of Madam Marie Curie. You might not be homophobic but you’re something much worse.
Philosophy and principle are two completely different things. It pisses me off that we define our heroes on these principles. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a hero. I never will be. At least not by the hypocritical standards of a conflicted society. Not by moral police. It frustrates me beyond comparison when someone says I’m a better man, I’m not, I’m just a human being, a conflict of stereotypes.
I’m a doctoral candidate at one of the leading medical institute in India, which one isn’t important But the point is a clerk in any government office makes more than me. Another reason which started another post of rants. Maybe we do deserve to be treated like shit, who knows? Or maybe comparing us with shit could be insulting to shit, you know. First farmers, they weren’t warriors, they were scientists.
Another lonely road where I generally write my rants. An odd seven hundred metre stretch of silence, the kind of silence you can expect in a city. A critical element which aids when I structure most of my posts these days.