Kaamwalis

As many of my diligent stalkers may know. I’m in india! But that’s not the point of this post. This post is about what is normal. Not fashion or whether you eat snails or chicken. We’re going super basic. Human compassion among other humans. Kaamwalis are basically like full time maids. Working all day long to keep the house clean, feed the inhabitants of the house, clothe and bathe the kids. Basically the superglue that holds everything together. These people deserve days off. They don’t get them. Bu they deserve them. I’ve had a couple short conversations about my thoughts about the way they’re treated in relativity to how much work they do. And I’ve been told repeatedly that this is a good lifestyle considering the alternative which is living on the streets. If you ask me. And these may just be the words of an American with too much pride. I’d rather live on the streets and keep my dignity close by. Then Work my skin to the bone for some rich people who don’t even smile or acknowledge me when I come to collect their plates. Of course I’m just a radical tourist. And it may well be that these women really do have great lives. However, from what ive seen. Not so much. Granted that some may become accustomed to having these women around to serve your every whim and not consider it a big deal. But when you can just tell a grown woman to go get you something from the kitchen, which is in the next room, without feeling anything. Like MAKE ME A SANDWHICH. Bro. That’s some serious lack of empathy, apathy, understanding, compassion. Or maybe I’m just a judgmental teenager basing his opinions on shallow aspects of a deep rooted situation. So I have to ask myself. Based on what I know. Is Kaamwali just a term for a maid. Or is it the modern term for slave?

Love and light

From one sufi to another

-Aly

Im Back…-ish

hey kids! i've had a bad case of the stomach virus and the sniffles. and i'm currently laying in bed wanting to sleep more. just checking in with a smallish post today.
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 use your brains kids.normally here i'd put a story about my own encounters with this stuff. but i'm sick. and i'm sure you people want to go back to your X-Factor
lates kiddies

Storyboard and Why

 Are we all characters in a game? Or are we individual beings with our own minds and our own thoughts. Another way to say this could be, how much does this all powerful god really care about us? how much attention does he pay attention to us individually. I am of the belief in the illusion that somehow somewhere there is this big man watching us all on his ipad deciding how each of us will live our lives on some expensive god app. What lessons we will learn. Who we live our lives with. How we live them. I believe that each move is predetermined. You finding this blog. Either so you can provide something to me. Or so i may provide some thought provoking texts for you. Come out of your shell and dare to explore the otherworldly in the comfort of your home for a second here. 

Let me try to give an example of something that happened in my own life. if youve bothered to read some of the other posts you would have read the post about haters and the school one. if you havent i suggest you scroll down and read. Now if you have then i dare you to read on. See I think that the reason i have to undergo this is for three reasons that i am consciously aware of at this moment, 

1. Its a pretty rockin school for academics

2. I have to learn to accept change

3. Deal with the social awkwardness i havent experienced for a while

4. if you are a family member of mine. and you try to tell me how im getting used to this new school or mention this to me in a way other than to tell me how cool it is. i will delete this blog and never post again. that being said. there are more examples in our daily lives.

Por un example, you are close to someone, a mentor maybe. and they die. The lesson is learn to get along on your own without having someone else process your thoughts for you. but maybe that example is a little too drastic. try if you're going through a hard time and your mentor is on a business trip! there we go. no more death and stuff. I'm attempting most likely in vain to try to simplify this. its become deep rooted into my life when something perplexing happens or something normal happens. i ask myself. what can i learn? Now sometimes something hits you that you have no explanation for. in that case. the answer to the question is that the event occurred for someone else. not everything revolves around you. 

much love

mess with the bull get the horns

need more cliches. legitimitely. 

also! i'm leaving town por a few days and i wont be able to post. now as i'm sure your entire lives revolve around my blog i'm sure you kids are gonna break down and start crying. but be strong. i'm the one that has to leave my laptop at home.

HORMONAL TEEN OUT!