Michael Jackson wasn’t a legend but a pedophile, period.

Definition no. 28 on Michael Jackson at urbandictionary.com is apt. He was a, “Mega-star who was found not guilty of molesting children”.

Every crime is a crime though criminology would grade them on a scale which is unknown to me. This is exactly the reason why a man wouldn’t be slaughtered for man slaughter unless he is living in a primitive judicial system. However, murder would fetch him death in most of the countries. If one would look at the statistics, it is surprising. All most all the states in USA do that. Legally, it is a permissible punishment in India too.

I don’t hail death punishment, even in the rarest of rare cases.

However, I would bend the rules for offences on children. They should be hanged, electrocuted, stoned, gilletted, poisoned; should be killed.

There are two crimes which I consider as most heinous. It is genocide and pedophilia. In both cases the victim falls into a vulnerable category and if they are left to survive they never survive because they just can’t.

I remember reading on genocide at school. We have had enough in past and still haven’t learned any thing. It is pure agony to watch the undercurrents of genocide in Indian politics. Genocide doesn’t take form in one single day. It takes a long time for the mind to get corrupted and I am afraid we in India are moving through that stage. In my opinion, the seeds of genocide are sworn through regionalism and sectarianism. There is no necessity to explain it further.

Pedophilia, watch the movie ‘Bad Education’ [La mala educacion] from the master Pedro Almodovar. This is the most heinous crime. The child at an age of innocence is subjected to carnal pleasures of a pervert. Watch Kinsey, a biopic on Alfred Kinsey a pioneer on human sexuality research.

Alas, life is beyond all these movies. It tells you a story in one hundred and twenty minutes of reel time. The clock in the real time is still clicking. You never knew what happened in the first place. Later in a biology class you understand what happened on you years ago. It is frustration, anger, depression and madness. Then you grow up unable to identify your sexuality. Fortunate are those who can contain themselves and those who would meet that wonderful girl who would say she is sorry. She doesn’t have to say sorry but you feel good. You want to tell her more but she wouldn’t allow you to talk any further. She plants a wonderful kiss on your lips and you taste salty in your mouth. Every one isn’t fortunate, unfortunately. There are serial killers, rapists and even pedophiles among the grown up victims.

Having said this, one can possibly argue to segregate the work of an artist from his personal life. It is true. But haven’t we learned the reasonable restrictions on fundamental freedoms? Further, we aren’t talking about fundamental freedoms at the first place. We are talking about atrocious human right violation.

Thriller was the biggest selling album ever. His discography crossed seven hundred and fifty million, an achievement by any standards. But, that doesn’t bail out him from being a bastard.

Michael Jackson wasn’t a legend but a pedophile, period.

One last question on the conclusive evidences, he was never found guilty. Some argue that it was made up by media and people who are not-so-rich who are keen on other’s money. It can’t be. It is not possible to deduct evidence from a five year old which would suffice the legal intellect of a fifty year old.

There is one bastard waiting in the queue.

Rosemary’s Baby (1968); China Town (1974); The Pianist (2002) are excellent movies but Roman Polanski is an animal of low deeds. He fled USA in early seventies and never returned fearing jail for statutory rape committed on a thirteen year old. He should die and I am ready to sacrifice a piece of art that I would have got had he lived longer. I had enough; I want to see you dead.

I am happy that MJ is dead. I am ecstatic that he got what people call ‘un-timely’ death. It is your karma Michael, you will Rot In Puke.

I wish I had a gun, a bullet and one free murder…

Celebrating twentieth year of dreaming

What does Ram Gopal Varma, Manjari Faddnis, Wasim Akram and Yann Martel have in common? They are all famous people from different walks of life and are my friends in facebook.

Today, while reading RGV’s blog I came across a thought which I always believed in and I have heard that else where too. He said, “I would rather die than not live life the way I want”.

Lately, I have become addicted to excel sheet. Excel sheet per se is a show off. It lacks substance. One put in data and have the choice of manipulating the data the way he want to arrive at a conclusion which suits his prejudiced mind. So, I put in my life into an excel sheet and just realized that I am into my twentieth year of dreaming! As always I am impressed about my self for that!

Is there any down falls for dreaming so long? Yes there is.

I am an evil these days. One of the forwards that I received recently said that if you sleep on your back with your hands tugged behind your head you actually don’t love any one. I never slept like that but now I am learning to.

There are two questions that pester me these days. Question number one, what exactly hinders me from pursuing my dream? Secondly, why the hell am I not seriously considering suicide as an option?