Killing the Monotony

"Saazishon ki mehfil mai

Dhokebaazi ka mukhda

Qatl k parde peeche

Inteqaam ka nanga naach hai.."

She pleaded. He promised. He plotted. She trusted. He backstabbed. She lost everything. He got everything. She had nothing to lose. She plotted. He still had everything. But he was eliminated. 

An obvious revenge. 

Is it that simple? 

Revenge is a dish best served cold. 

True. But its just the same cold dish served over and over again prepared by different chefs in their own peculiar styles. 

What is the difference between Haider, Maqbool, Merchant of Venice or The Revenant. 

The monotony of a routine has rusted into the taste of Revenge. The process is the same, only the treatment is different. So there's a 99% of the world population who relish the taste of the same old revenge.

Then there is an elite class of 1% called The Experimentors, making the whole 100. 

We have fears. They have an involuntary itch. We do things for a reason. They do things because they have to be done. 

"We are ready to die for the one". 

"They are ready to live for the ONE." 

We celebrate festivals. They feast on the ones who celebrate. 

We deceive. They decimate.

They are psychopaths. But we are worse. They are atleast honest to their principles of killing people according to their individual distinguished styles. 

We are cunningly evil without reason but still pretending to have one. 

She pleaded. He smiled. He stared . She trusted. He killed her. She had blood oozing out. He watched her. She had nothing that could save her. Lifeless. 

An obvious psychopath. 

His hands still smelled of her fresh blood. And he heard a laugh of a 10 year old girl. 

*2 hours later*

She pleaded. He smiled. He stared . She trusted. He killed her. She had blood oozin....(vicious circle)