I commute between the office and the home on bicycle. Half an year ago I had moved out of the campus. The journey has become slightly longer (more than double). Not very long, but not one I like.
During the last month, I have been in three very minor but very strange ‘accidents’. I am not good in traffic, but I ride as carefully as I can. I observe all rules (whatever applies to a mere bicycle). On all these three occasions, I was not at fault at all. The one today evening was something that cannot be ignored.
I seem to have angered some people (recently, unwittingly). In the coming days, something bad (or worse) happening are quite high. Most probably I won’t be at fault.
These may well be just be psyops. But the one today was not merely psychological. The other two weren’t either, but I was almost physically unhurt.
Psyops there have too been many earlier for many years, but they did not involve physical hurt.
These days, I mostly keep silent. If I write this, there must be a reason. And other things than just these three events. But as I said, I mostly keep silent these days.
(Coward? Maybe, but Futile? Yes.)
Once you have spoken up, has only silence ever saved anyone? Being just silent is not enough after that. Silence (omertà) needs to be there right from the beginning.
I have pointed them to a ‘manual’. They will use it, won’t they. Several ‘manuals’ in fact. One of them is right here on top right. Another one of them ends with a bullet in the head.
So it could be worse.
And the laws of comedy apply as ever. And the psyops continue. That’s from another manual.
There is still another amended (proactive) version of an ancient manual, which exempts god-fearing nationalists with families. It doesn’t exempt me.
झूठे गुणगान करो। झंडा फ़हराओ। कमी मत निकालो। मज़े करो। सब खुश।
(यह सब कर्म में गिना जाता है)
मत करो, पर अपनी जान निकाल कर रख दो। लात पड़ेगी। गाली पड़ेगी।
(यह कर्म में नहीं गिना जाता)