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No Land for Higher Man

"What's wrong isn't me, what's wrong is the world!"

Tokyo ghoul, the manga and anime masterpiece by Sui Ishida, isn't just a story about ghouls and humans tearing each other apart. Its a brutal dive into existential despair, moral ambiguity, and identity crisis -- a world where corruption festers beneath a shiny surface. Now cut the preamble you already know and draw a line straight to India, a nation drowning in its own systemic rot. Think of this as Tokyo Ghoul: India Edition.

The Parallel Worlds of Corruption

Aspect	Tokyo Ghoul	Corruption in India
Systemic Corruption	The CCG, humanity’s supposed shield, is a sham—its Washuu leaders are ghouls pulling strings for power.	Government institutions, from local offices to the top, are riddled with bribery and embezzlement, rarely facing accountability.
Power and Control	V and the Washuu clan prop up a fake order, thriving on violence and exploitation.	Politicians and bureaucrats twist systems like licensing and taxation for personal gain, choking progress.
Moral Ambiguity	Kaneki and Amon wrestle with right and wrong in a world where justice is a lie.	Everyday Indians pay bribes for basics like healthcare or education, trapped in a moral gray zone.
Exploitation of the Weak	Ghouls feed on humans; the CCG uses its grunts as cannon fodder.	The poor and marginalized shell out bribes for water or safety, preyed upon by those in power.
Hidden Agendas	The CCG-V alliance hides its ghoul ties, fooling a trusting public.	Scams like 2G Spectrum and Coal Mining expose secret deals between politicians and tycoons, veiled from view.
Resistance and Rebellion	Aogiri Tree and Eto fight the system, their methods as messy as their cause.	Protests like India Against Corruption (2011) scream outrage, but change remains elusive.
Cycle of Violence	Corrupt leaders keep humans and ghouls clashing for their own profit.	Inequality and unrest—sometimes erupting into protests—feed off corruption’s endless loop.
Public Deception	The CCG plays hero while colluding with the enemy, duping everyone.	Leaders ride anti-corruption promises (Modi, 2014) yet leave the rot untouched, a polished mask.

Beyond above Table:

An Epidemic of Violence -

Rape cases spiral out of control -- babies as young as 5 months, foreigners, students being raped by teachers, even distant relatives turned predators. Like ghouls, the perpeterators thrive in a society too broken to stop them.

Judicial Farce -

Look at supreme court and lower courts or police, how they are churning out baffling rulings, blind to reality, in their own shellish immaturish way, spending good amount of time over a copied stupid statement while they have a uncountable number of pending cases waiting for justice and simple hearing. --- Like the CCG ignoring its own corruption while pretending to uphold justice.

Flith Everywhere -

Garbage piles up on streets, a literal symbol of civic sense rotting away, as if India's public spaces are feeding grounds for despair.

Hypocrisy in High Place -

A society clings to ancient ideals of honor and morality while drowning in lowlife behavior -- echoing the Washu clan's noble facade over their ghoul nature.

Clueless Leadership -

Government officials and diplomats stumble into the AI-driven future with no grasp of what's coming, as outmatched as CCG grunts against a ghoul uprising.

The Existnetial Trap

In Tokyo Ghoul, Kaneki’s fight isn’t just against ghouls or the CCG—it’s against a world that twists him into what he despises. India mirrors this nightmare. Our society, families, and government drape themselves in the high morals of a distant past, role-playing virtue while the rot festers. It’s only a matter of time before you’re forced to pick: Are you a ghoul, devouring to survive, or a human, clinging to a fading ideal? In India, both paths lead to the same end—the death of any hope for something better, something higher.

I could keep going, but the truth stares us down. India isn’t merely corrupt — it’s a dystopia where the masks are crumbling, and becoming a ghoul feels like the only way to endure. The system doesn’t just break you; it remakes you in its image. I’d cling to optimism if I could, but when power shields the predators — be it a politician’s son or a faceless official — the outcome’s predictable: justice stays dead, and we’re left scavenging in the ruins.

Living on Mountain

Oct 30, 2023

The rebel enforces

> Day dances , night pounces
> 365 days, i’ve not seen the sunlight,
> Going to be tragic white
> I texted my father figure
> He said, “he’s ill”
> I think he’s giving me a rockafella pill.

Nov 30, 2023

Days hitting me hard, propelling the sadness

> Migrating this site to a new domain domain, maybe write a blog
> Opening phones and tablets, made spiderman mask with keyboard membrane (stupidity)
> Decentralized research paper aggereator project
> Almost done with internet spaces, and choosing one language to learn is hard [spanish, german, japanese or what?]

Dec 30, 2023

went for mashroom trip music event

> aint go to gym but went for appointment
> notice for last 100 days, i've been eating the same food [no other option baby]
> tried

alexey guzey sleeping experiment but failed

> made compareai with gemini-api,
> all time lowest learning, everything is soo mundane, seem hyper reality
> done with Osho [on theory, practical level is OGshit]
> wanted to write on twitter but afraid
> for me Vivek Ramaswamy is a hindu that a open culture like America produced, proficient in Vad-vivad-sambad, control over his destiny, and love for all, open to everything [atleast willing to listen, understand, and try & experiments] .
> rainmaker, tab, clean energy, sperm reverse engineering, UAPs & 6 April, 2023 connection
> watched - animal [movie is far from worst sonin, but great husband-wife drama [old school rubbish with new profound english words, atleast Vanga is alive as a writer and director.]], the man who stole the sun [movie left me shivered, resting at unrestness, wow. i highly relate with the protagonist kido makato, yamashita is the best soundtrack]
> read elephant in the brain, case against educational system, unincorporated man series

Jan 8, 2024

no gym still, no sleeping routine, almost bored with all kind of animes

> discovered 'law for one'
> thinking about UBI, Osho on UBI and post-ASI world
> PFT - pure fungible token 🤣 [nfts to phone cases]
> GOD > Universe > Life > random activities [human life survived in that time] > day to day conciousness > evolving over the years > conciousness 2.0 [tech/science help in accelerating that conciousness] but what is conciousness in first place?
> energy problem > HUMAN 2.0
> looking for USA vs. China. vs. India's health data
> If war happens between India and China

[water dispute, manufacturing grudges, etc], then will INDIA put its soldiers against china's drone, missiles and computer malwares? Xi dont give a shit. Where is India's tech? Is DRDO making things? Publicly don't know. ISRO why are you waiting for others? Atleast start a program on papers to make a base over moon

> rewatched - ex-machina, dazed and confused, and boyhood,
> watched - vinland saga [started today], jujutsu kaisen season-2

Now song?

All poems in One file

Age-20

[ I ]
Y'all lost in the city of sci-blocks

Mixing and mastering all the beats to beat your younger self
But nothing works when you sleeps with stan
Because he doesn't pardon your lies, even there is no button to minimize
Apprently, I was thrown , Adhrit reached at some height
But in reality he cann't survive, So with all dignity he must die
Miracles wouldn't happen when one's dead, now it's code work to walk from graves
mortals tell you nothing because they are woke.
There is no question left for soul ^^loser!!
who can't see through the mist
all accept my pardon.

[ II ]
I was such a wasted
Rejected, Unexpected, brutally murdered and paralaysed
breathing chemicals and wearing salions
protesting against one's mind
hormons you can't resist
aren't motive of intellect
price must be paid whether with soul or chirs
Oh! damn, I can't see with my eyes
I need to prepare a little
mostly via magic and spell
don't become another prostitute
neither fuck your hands or another soul
love never found
or my lover died in pendamic
all subject of my mind.

[ III ]
I know I am nothing
But I know hole is the greatest thing ever to find.
Pournig the dust into ditch
body not accepting smokes and wines
I think I need to quit
Don't pardon me for my crimes.
I deserve more pain
more pain enough to mesmerize into her memories.
But the question is "Who is her?"
I hope no one will find my dark secret.
You are a lie, a persona of bribe
I am robotman with sting penis in size
Clouds will come and give me place
I guess messiah has arrived!!
well said!!

Petals

[ I ]
Forgive me , I can't stay all night in your dreams,
Watching your rose petals with mournful beams,
God of Time requesting me to endure more and more,
thou spirits cheering with diabolic reems.
As I see more of you,
we came together on bed of cosmos
Dancing through lives and deaths,

Adjoining stars and moons
We are becoming thyself, losing ourselves.

[ II ]
Your lewdness, your curls, your scent, your enigma
all burning suns.
I can't let you vanish in deep forest of galaxies,
promised to your alluring womanhood.
Thou, Sun has cut out my throat,
So I can't speak.
Magnetic pearls plunging from your eyes,
are symbols of Saturn's grieves,
Forgive me, herra , if i can’t speak.
Blue suite and cheeze songs,
All explode fires in metals,
Keels , vampires and matters,
I love to feel your Petals.

[ III ]
Likewise Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy,
our chemistry as Sherlock and Moriarty.
We can seperate but can't die different.
Nonetheless, life without you, doesn't matter.
Like forest gump, you runs in my mind
without you , the universe is blind.
Your white spirit, your petals redolence, your moving tilts
can shrug agonies of god's world.
Grace, Juliet and Jane all neath you,
You are bewildering fire of my heart.
You are Mery’s favourite petal.
Come and disdain my pain,
My petal, I am here, recumbencing on Eve’s puddle.
End!!

I just kept imaging, we walking in Boston streets with cold deadly breeze. The sparkling sunshine, decorating lavendar petals lying on roadside puddles and if somebody noticed us standing there, we would be the freaks just roaming there.

Transformation

[ I ]
Trauma never heals, as you can’t see it until tears appeals.
I’ve never seen burn down faces, only red therapists.
Ripped off, shit on couch, and never lied,
I see faces around corners in my house,
Mom’d seen red lady twice before I uprise.
Dogs barks in dark , gate hollowcasts whole night.

[ II ]

We don’t know what happened that night,
As I write this verse , feels like creative inside me died.
Don’t be so hard on yourself, you need doctor,
Enginnering’s verge are same as tenth grade geometry and protector.
What hurts most ?

[ III ]
Everyone flying off to dreamland, or she fled to your dreamland without you.
I thought off getting started tomorrow, demons hits hard me in the morning,
not able to get up from bed till six in evening,
Nor I fell asleep neither I died.

Every passing moment , fading off my pride.
I don’t take moral supplements,
Crowd passing judgments with compliments.

[ IV ]
What’s wrong with this kid,
What will he do without societal adjustments,
Die on roads, and living with worms
I’ll become the greatest god ever alive,
cause I’d planned to never die.
I altereted my sense with unconsciousness,
Am I Godsend or Am I God?
This is transformation.

Winning

[ I ]
Race fast in your mind, how you want brain and success bind.

Near possession of knowledge, I think it’s time to recalled,

What I imagined , why all this started,

Why choose the path of solitude,

Why I departed from world

What I want to be, is the question of novelty

[ II ]
Keep priorities first listen,

In the game of soul, making contributions nil.

To heavy air of desert, from happy air of seashore

For the bronze age mental posture,

To the point on which happiness can’t be captured

Listening to great many podcasts,

To detoxing all substances from my mind

To all sacrifices , all honors, all gambling

we only desire for winning.

[ III ]
What is winning, and why you want to win?

Is there any great reason?

Notary with cultivate session,

Vanity in all over recession,

Inflation between you and your passion,

you might need some succession,

There is where you caught up with winning.

Winning

[ IV ]
For all the mornings , I’d spent on cycles

To catch up with top faces in my mind

wait , were they really brilliant people?

or it was just me making them whatever they were?

I don’t know, I still dream about them,

think of all them like gem with cream,

and myself a unbaked bread,

measured everything through classes grades.

It was totally stupidity or time’s crudity,

Please somebody save me with this insanity.

In nights I’m passing god with perfection , I see lights in reflections.

Five years of misery, gifted me this curiosity.

This was starting, that was winning.

Winning

[ V ]
Umm white page, makes me feel like kept in a cage..

Got this instinct into my bones,

If I’d not read for days,

My existence loses it’s weights.

For all the mornings, where I ride the bicycle,

The dreams I knitted in those early spans,

The chatters of night angles is still in my mind

I see myself exerting my rides,

With water on my sights.

Felt that road calling me this morning,

Life gives you bumpers without warning.

I see why I did whatever I did?

Was there any specific goal?

That I want to achieve or it was just mockery of time,

With the burning desire to castle my prime.

Now I think it all was pretty useless,

Because It all went wrong from many places

But I still dreams of jewels,

Not made of gold or metals

But from unshattered manhood and battles.

How the battle of mount Zemaraim won by the King,

Think ,act and evolve thoughts of winning.

Winning

[ VI ]
I was 19 , when my parents left me,

Because my behaviour was to absurd for normal humans.

Early glimpse of everyday’s sun,

Reminds me of normal life,

And I always look on the bright side of my hands,

To abolish the whole acquaintance.

Self doubt , little bit of proud and procrastination,

Drown me to the lowest point of manifestation.

Apparently it became a pattern,

Which I will crack with disruption.

I haven’t done yet, there is still some time,

O god damn! why I think winning is mine.

Winning

[ VII ]
Demons startled to slave me

I cried if is there anybody to

save me?

I suffixed all the charity,

With the purpose of mindful therapy.

Huge combat to transcend mediocrity.

But was I ready make it reality,

There was still imperfection in my soul, heart,

“How to do it”was the only question I asked.
How to do it!!!!

Do remember when you used to be top of the herd?

With low efforts and bad handwriting excel in every competition.

It is symbol of swindle, saving you from swapping kindles;

Protest against yourself in order to proceed,

Yourself is the only one who stops to succeed.

Failures are reminiscent of where I wanna go, what I used to be,

And what I had to become in this endless journey.

Winning!!