It was a tedious Thursday,I was returning from the office, and I am a huge fan of the ‘kaizen cocoa coffee.Passing by the café where this unique thing was served,it was hard to resist not to halt and step feet into that café.And yeah,I undoubtedly deserved it,a cooling sensation with a healing furore to my head and a happy mood after filing those monotonous,dull documents for three long hours in the office.So I parked my car and rushed into the café.The seat where I used to sit everytime,was currently occupied by some another ,quite good looking soft black haired and perfectly fitted kurti lady in her 40s probably,the same age as mine.She was quite attractive and an eye catching appearance,anyways I took another seat beside her,ordered my thing and sat there silently,relaxing my body on the couch sofa...present at the cafe.
My hands had just reached my pockets to tuck my phone out and a magazine type of a thing was suddenly slammed on my table,by the same lady,no one else had been there and I asked her about this act of hers,and she simply replied ,”try reading it” and after that she departed the café intensely and made the café more lonely,…I soon began feeling weird,but still without asking further questions by calling out to our lady, I guessed it would be safe not to call her out for she seemed quite frustrated and so I focused on the magazine at hand and rolled my eyes over it for i had nothing else to do,and certainly was i filled with curiosity due to the actions of a stranger person..it was some kind of propaganda magazine and the section that grabbed my attention was ‘Money Porn;seduced society’ and so waiting for my treat I started reading it…
**Reading excerpt from the book**
The following excerpt was an underrated one,and faced a lot of criticism,it is rare if you have encountered with these journal written by late Promus Antifa
such a title description kicked off the article followed by the main content.. it read…
“When the offices proceed to close their shutters,when the corporates had locked the entrance of their multi-storey buildings,the bazaars turned into graveyard,clocks hit 7 pm,we all rushed with wide eyes,smiling faces,excited arms and restless furious bodies to the cinema halls,the theatres,laughter clubs,The meditation resorts,the fares,to the momo stations,food stalls ,to the magic shows.
We reached at our destinations,the pubs where the bikini lady danced on the laps,the bars where alcohol was served in fancy glasses filled upto the brinks,did our arts,pushed our fantasies,wrote them,went to the remote hills of the cities on top and watched the beautiful scenery with awe and consumed it deep into our soul.Immense joy was felt,emotions blundered and cooked in the deep gullies of our hearts,some cried watching the hero of the movie getting killed for his lover,some had to replace breaths with sobbing laughters at the clubs,some stuffed those rolls into mouths , some lifted their eyebrows to the magic they watched,others danced like it was their last and some swallowed so much from those bottles,they had to sleep outside the bars that night.And then the stars revolved,slowly escaped from the view,constellations revolving went past gave way to the yellow ball of fire at the dawn…
and then occurred another day,and with tired faces,heavy arms,aching backs,dizzy heads,we compulsively brushed those teeths and cleaned our bodies,wore the same uniforms that were too tight to carry and stood at the entrances and shutters that were lifted again today.
We took seats on our same workplaces and moved our fingers,did the works and signed the documents and did what not again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
And then,
When the offices proceed to close their shutters,when the corporate had locked the entrance of their multi-storey buildings,the bazaars turned into graveyard,clocks hit 7 pm,we all rushed with wide eyes,smiling faces,excited arms and restless furious bodies to the cinema halls,the theatres,laughter clubs,The meditation resorts,the fares,to the momo stations,food stalls ,to the magic shows…
we reached our destinations,the pubs where the bikini lady danced on the laps,the bars where alcohol was served……………………………………..
So miserable our works and still we did it,we did it for 30 years,3 decades,240 months,7200 weeks and millions of seconds.We realized only after the shutters closed eternally,uniforms would now be hanged,those that we wore everyday,forever that we have lived just forty years,despite on the files its seventy stamped…for the rest thirty we became machines,the night after 7 was the only time we enjoyed ourselves,felt our existence deep to the chores,looked at ourselves and felt something..roared our cries for our fictitious heroes and supported our loved ones sorrows…but soon we had to become machines that drove the cars and scrolled fingers on the keyboard with not a single sense of achievement, I want to cry totally for we fell to knees for the bribes society gave us ,we sold our precious aliveness and craved for respect and status.
This all is fake dear, fake…a regret occupies my mind whenever I feel I should write a book but my body does not support it..not enough energy all the energy has been lost in doing what others did,that felt right,and those who wandered unlike us,we used to spit on them,and now I cant swallow the fact that I did such horrible things in my only life.
The Rich have made sure we don’t develop critical thinking,some rich people and the politicians and the priests,for we are the players of their games,and puppets of their shows,certainly the puppeteer would not want his puppet to not follow his instruction and roam free…we lived 30 years as puppets and so our other friends…
Why did we open hearts and were filled with joy only whilst leaving our workplaces,because that was the moment the puppet show ended and,we,we were free from these chains that trapped us.Why do we find pleasure in peeking our heads into these social media apps and phones and these devices…
we are so into this harsh reality ,we are tempted to escape from it for some instant,and that’s what we do.Today the phones carry almost all those things which if were to be enjoyed,one was to move out of his house,now it's there in your phones and did you see those laughing faces, smiling eyes, joyful bodies,living beings when people are occupied into phones or staring at trees or consuming that mee time.We need a special mee time just because we are not mees the other time,and what kind of life is this,ugly and mechanical and somber.
When I watch the metro stations,I see macabres floating tiring their bodies to do some shitty work they are not made for,everybody is diverted,the artist has become a doctor,the accountant has become a carpenter,the sportsperson a typewriter,and we imagine our country flourishing…no great work has been done without the one doing it loving it,but….we go on doing and imitating what the whole mob wants us to do and is doing….we never entertain people who try to make us aware,we are deprived of joy cause we don’t do things that give us joy,
We are seduced by money,respect,status,social validation and give up our own self that wants to dance ,write poetry,run,play in return of the money we receive,the status we boast of.The world is merciless,for those who have all the power and are controlling the majority of the population by hacking their beliefs are extraordinarily selfish..”They don’t give a shit about us!”
“IF my fellow humans consider my writings,and rebel to free our humankind,I would consider my effort has not been in vain and we as a whole would have achieved Peace and Satisfaction”
Promus Antifa(German Journalist and Philosopher)
1976-2025
Oh my god ! were those words that spilled out of me,after I just finished reading it,it was hypnotizing and true and I felt attacked by it,it was one of the polemics that have created a deep sense of awareness in me,and It just revolved my head,cause how and why and what,how could be such a thing ignored and such questions took over my cognition…
I finished my coffee paid at the counter and stepped out of the café,to my surprise the same lady was still standing there at the wall of a stationary shop smoking her cigar….
With the magazine in my hand I asked her something deep that moved around in my mind.
“why if this treatise was circulated well among the people,it remained ineffective and nobody ever spread this idea”
She flicked her cigar,took a deep breath,and said “I don’t know” and presented me her back and started moving swiftly in the opposite direction. She certainly,since I saw her,radiated some sadness around her ,surely she was up to something….
I had reached home and still could not forget about the thing,it certainly had an impact on a 9-5 person like me,it resembled my life in every sense…
I was curious to know more about this journalist that lived 80 years ago,so I googled his name,expecting the answer to why was
this piece never appreciated ? and the wiki page opened,I read it…
today would be a hard day to sleep,for what I discovered startled me and agitated my thoughts….
The wiki page read “Soon after the writer published his famous essay Seduced by bribery,he was found dead in his office bathroom,post mortem of his body revealed it was a murder”
I could not digest it properly and that night went sad for me,anyways ,if I was unable to sleep,I would be late tomorrow,and miss my opportunity to get promoted and so I ignored it and turned on the white music and slept… “This works only in books,reality is different” helped me soothe my thinking and certainly I woke up again and compulsively brushed those teeths and cleaned my body,wore the same uniforms that were too tight to carry and stood at the entrances and shutters that were lifted again today..
took seats on our same workplaces and moved my fingers,did the works and signed the documents and did what not again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again……………………………………………………………….
My hands had just reached my pockets to tuck my phone out and a magazine type of a thing was suddenly slammed on my table,by the same lady,no one else had been there and I asked her about this act of hers,and she simply replied ,”try reading it” and after that she departed the café intensely and made the café more lonely,…I soon began feeling weird,but still without asking further questions by calling out to our lady, I guessed it would be safe not to call her out for she seemed quite frustrated and so I focused on the magazine at hand and rolled my eyes over it for i had nothing else to do,and certainly was i filled with curiosity due to the actions of a stranger person..it was some kind of propaganda magazine and the section that grabbed my attention was ‘Money Porn;seduced society’ and so waiting for my treat I started reading it…
**Reading excerpt from the book**
The following excerpt was an underrated one,and faced a lot of criticism,it is rare if you have encountered with these journal written by late Promus Antifa
such a title description kicked off the article followed by the main content.. it read…
“When the offices proceed to close their shutters,when the corporates had locked the entrance of their multi-storey buildings,the bazaars turned into graveyard,clocks hit 7 pm,we all rushed with wide eyes,smiling faces,excited arms and restless furious bodies to the cinema halls,the theatres,laughter clubs,The meditation resorts,the fares,to the momo stations,food stalls ,to the magic shows.
We reached at our destinations,the pubs where the bikini lady danced on the laps,the bars where alcohol was served in fancy glasses filled upto the brinks,did our arts,pushed our fantasies,wrote them,went to the remote hills of the cities on top and watched the beautiful scenery with awe and consumed it deep into our soul.Immense joy was felt,emotions blundered and cooked in the deep gullies of our hearts,some cried watching the hero of the movie getting killed for his lover,some had to replace breaths with sobbing laughters at the clubs,some stuffed those rolls into mouths , some lifted their eyebrows to the magic they watched,others danced like it was their last and some swallowed so much from those bottles,they had to sleep outside the bars that night.And then the stars revolved,slowly escaped from the view,constellations revolving went past gave way to the yellow ball of fire at the dawn…
and then occurred another day,and with tired faces,heavy arms,aching backs,dizzy heads,we compulsively brushed those teeths and cleaned our bodies,wore the same uniforms that were too tight to carry and stood at the entrances and shutters that were lifted again today.
We took seats on our same workplaces and moved our fingers,did the works and signed the documents and did what not again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
And then,
When the offices proceed to close their shutters,when the corporate had locked the entrance of their multi-storey buildings,the bazaars turned into graveyard,clocks hit 7 pm,we all rushed with wide eyes,smiling faces,excited arms and restless furious bodies to the cinema halls,the theatres,laughter clubs,The meditation resorts,the fares,to the momo stations,food stalls ,to the magic shows…
we reached our destinations,the pubs where the bikini lady danced on the laps,the bars where alcohol was served……………………………………..
So miserable our works and still we did it,we did it for 30 years,3 decades,240 months,7200 weeks and millions of seconds.We realized only after the shutters closed eternally,uniforms would now be hanged,those that we wore everyday,forever that we have lived just forty years,despite on the files its seventy stamped…for the rest thirty we became machines,the night after 7 was the only time we enjoyed ourselves,felt our existence deep to the chores,looked at ourselves and felt something..roared our cries for our fictitious heroes and supported our loved ones sorrows…but soon we had to become machines that drove the cars and scrolled fingers on the keyboard with not a single sense of achievement, I want to cry totally for we fell to knees for the bribes society gave us ,we sold our precious aliveness and craved for respect and status.
This all is fake dear, fake…a regret occupies my mind whenever I feel I should write a book but my body does not support it..not enough energy all the energy has been lost in doing what others did,that felt right,and those who wandered unlike us,we used to spit on them,and now I cant swallow the fact that I did such horrible things in my only life.
The Rich have made sure we don’t develop critical thinking,some rich people and the politicians and the priests,for we are the players of their games,and puppets of their shows,certainly the puppeteer would not want his puppet to not follow his instruction and roam free…we lived 30 years as puppets and so our other friends…
Why did we open hearts and were filled with joy only whilst leaving our workplaces,because that was the moment the puppet show ended and,we,we were free from these chains that trapped us.Why do we find pleasure in peeking our heads into these social media apps and phones and these devices…
we are so into this harsh reality ,we are tempted to escape from it for some instant,and that’s what we do.Today the phones carry almost all those things which if were to be enjoyed,one was to move out of his house,now it's there in your phones and did you see those laughing faces, smiling eyes, joyful bodies,living beings when people are occupied into phones or staring at trees or consuming that mee time.We need a special mee time just because we are not mees the other time,and what kind of life is this,ugly and mechanical and somber.
When I watch the metro stations,I see macabres floating tiring their bodies to do some shitty work they are not made for,everybody is diverted,the artist has become a doctor,the accountant has become a carpenter,the sportsperson a typewriter,and we imagine our country flourishing…no great work has been done without the one doing it loving it,but….we go on doing and imitating what the whole mob wants us to do and is doing….we never entertain people who try to make us aware,we are deprived of joy cause we don’t do things that give us joy,
We are seduced by money,respect,status,social validation and give up our own self that wants to dance ,write poetry,run,play in return of the money we receive,the status we boast of.The world is merciless,for those who have all the power and are controlling the majority of the population by hacking their beliefs are extraordinarily selfish..”They don’t give a shit about us!”
“IF my fellow humans consider my writings,and rebel to free our humankind,I would consider my effort has not been in vain and we as a whole would have achieved Peace and Satisfaction”
Promus Antifa(German Journalist and Philosopher)
1976-2025
Oh my god ! were those words that spilled out of me,after I just finished reading it,it was hypnotizing and true and I felt attacked by it,it was one of the polemics that have created a deep sense of awareness in me,and It just revolved my head,cause how and why and what,how could be such a thing ignored and such questions took over my cognition…
I finished my coffee paid at the counter and stepped out of the café,to my surprise the same lady was still standing there at the wall of a stationary shop smoking her cigar….
With the magazine in my hand I asked her something deep that moved around in my mind.
“why if this treatise was circulated well among the people,it remained ineffective and nobody ever spread this idea”
She flicked her cigar,took a deep breath,and said “I don’t know” and presented me her back and started moving swiftly in the opposite direction. She certainly,since I saw her,radiated some sadness around her ,surely she was up to something….
I had reached home and still could not forget about the thing,it certainly had an impact on a 9-5 person like me,it resembled my life in every sense…
I was curious to know more about this journalist that lived 80 years ago,so I googled his name,expecting the answer to why was
this piece never appreciated ? and the wiki page opened,I read it…
today would be a hard day to sleep,for what I discovered startled me and agitated my thoughts….
The wiki page read “Soon after the writer published his famous essay Seduced by bribery,he was found dead in his office bathroom,post mortem of his body revealed it was a murder”
I could not digest it properly and that night went sad for me,anyways ,if I was unable to sleep,I would be late tomorrow,and miss my opportunity to get promoted and so I ignored it and turned on the white music and slept… “This works only in books,reality is different” helped me soothe my thinking and certainly I woke up again and compulsively brushed those teeths and cleaned my body,wore the same uniforms that were too tight to carry and stood at the entrances and shutters that were lifted again today..
took seats on our same workplaces and moved my fingers,did the works and signed the documents and did what not again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again……………………………………………………………….
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