Sunday, 21 April 2024

The Numah Lamina

 


There was a contagious thought that spread when everyone slept at a common hour in the wee hours one night. Before we venture into that, the current situation is a little different ans I take you into my weird story.

The civilization has  strangely evolved in a little barbaric form . Here the development of animals has outpaced that of humans . In fact , this has given the beasts a reason to rule over us .

It is a common sight to find men lift the heavy stuff , dragging with all their might and getting whipped by some bull even as they struggle . Their nosestrills bleed with mucus and veins throb on forehead owing to sheer physical stress. I forgot to add, some rope string also runs down from nose rings to ease control by the bull. Sometimes the men also release their shit when whipped under a tremendous weight. When they eventually reach home they are tied to a small stump . By now the men have given up and fear the consequences of uprooting the stump . Towards the evening often they are forced to copulate by their masters . The ladies are pricked with injections to improve milk produce.  But their infants are dragged away from their right and  kept afar from moaning moms. Then the mothers are milched for food of other beasts . Sometimes the machines slice a little deeper and some blood and puss also oozes out . But who bothers?!

 Some humans are also imprisoned in public cells that are called zoos. Animals line up to see humans closely . Some mischievous children aim stones , throw waste and food inside the bars. The humans react and question their fault for being in this plight , much to the jeer of animal kids. Some of thr humans are kept in small baskets or boxes of glass, from where they try to rush out , only to fall back . This strangely evokes a lot of fun among the beasts.

There is another form of imprisonment, when animals put humans in a smaller prison that are called cage. Then they keep the men and women in their own homes . Sometimes they forget to attend to the humans. The humans are often kept away from food to teach them a trick or to obey the command.

If by now you thought this is cruelty, wait for the next one. This is a slaughter house, a murder industry that is legalized and profitable . Any human that is loitering or is obsolete owing to disease or old age is dragged by hair ,ear, cheek , neck or  whatever comes to grip. People are then stuffed into a truck carrying heaps of them. If they do not climb the truck , they are beaten mercilessly,  often a rod shoved up from behind . Somehow or the other they are  battered into submission. Then they limp into the death vehicle with no choice. Even in this industry the small babies are a preferred delicacy . Their souls smashed , they get carried to a butchery The pain of departing from family and home is diluted immensely in next few hours only because of a barbaric torture that awaits eagerly. Turn by turn their limbs are tied by a rope that doesn’t give way despite immense force that tries to break loose. Then the ends of rope are pulled together to make us fall in front of a blade .

There are differences that God “ allows “ us humans to be murdered. Either stabbed in a flash or with every vein and sinew is slit just to puncture it delicately , drop by drop life oozes out of body . Interestingly , there is a difference of opinion on what is the acceptable mode of this murder and often animals Clash with each other to establish their belief. For humans it is a difference of a few minutes from eventual slaughter only.

Not to talk of tanneries,  labs , hospitals,  and every possible way the animals brutalize us for their benefit and comfort.

Our infants are the source of juicy leg pieces, sometimes they are said to be grown artificially ..but they have llife.

The numah lamina, or the reversed form of human animal, waits for this weird night to end . A dawn that begins with the free chirp of birds and animals free to start their day without the benevolent humans. The word human is more terrifying than brutal, somehow.

 

Delhi

23.31 hrs

21.4.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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