Of stewing and brewing

People are lucky.

Make that very lucky.

Why, one may ask? Quite simply, murder is a crime.

Yes, yes ... it's far too late or too early (it all depends on whom one asks) for such angry thoughts but I have to opine that there are some people I wouldn't mind erasing from this existense.

Now, before one starts counting back when one did what to whom--and why the what was done, for that matter--let us take a step back and admit that such rage and hatred exist within us. I am honest enough to admit that I offend easily. The less discerning and those simple ones would say I'm high-strung or overly sensitive. I prefer cantankerous. Same difference, no? The latter sounds better however to me.

I sometimes wonder if it's healthy to live and go about carrying an exposed nerve, daring people to just push you one step closer to unleashing Abyss-knows-how-many-vials-of-wrath that you've been steeping inside your head like a thundering, trammelled dam.

Once the floodgates--and the damage--has been unleashed, is it even worth it? Or is it advisable to unleash it in the first place? In a life that is temporary, where the Judgement of the eternal awaits us all is it even worth going Hiroshima on someone--or about something--no matter how justifiable?

I am of two minds about this. Exposing such venomous vitriol might make others leery and mind their P's and Q's but it also paints you as unstable and erratic. On the other hand, just swallowing whatever abuse others heap on you make you look like a pathetic doormat. Truth to tell, with the choice of being known as pathetic or pushover on one hand and foaming lunatic on the other isn't much of a choice. Perhaps the choice is there ... only my decision to view it as absolutes of black and white blinds me to the grey areas and its myriad alternatives.

Perhaps.

Rumination notwithstanding, I still maintain that some people are better off dead. Dead in the most agonizingly slow and vicious way possible. And that I get to watch.

Does that make sound like a disturbingly angry person? Deal with it.

"Vows of Punishment"

No sorrow weep
No torment past
No lovers keep
No treasures last

No promises bound
No friends abide
No gladness found
No pain subside

No hunger filled
No thirst slake
No sickness healed
No repose take

Misdeed you'll pay
to never be free
Rue the day
that you wronged me

Of polygamy: double wives, double pleasure, double standards?

It was an interesting read on The Star Online today. Especially a particularly elucidating and humourous column by Dina Azman titled "Why do men take second wives?"

The writer started with how she nearly choked on her dinner when her friend confided that he wanted to have a second wife. Now I was thinking, seeing as he is a Muslim this should not have been such a rigmarole. However, the near-choking was brought on not by the intention to marry, but rather the prospective woman's impressive charms. Which would be situated somewhere on her chest area. That's right, boys ... Marry the mammaries! The article then continued their humourous dissections on the whys, hows and various other related nuggets concerning polygamy and infidelity.

Throughout my own meetings with people--friends, acquaintances and even random strangers--I found that we have adopted a double standard when it comes to our wives, husbands, toyboys and mistresses.

The other partner--usually a younger, trophy version that you can wave or brandish in others' faces when it came to that inevitable pissing contest--is showered and feted, catered to their [almost] every whims and wants. All this while, the original model like Milo-tin Proton Saga before it is left mouldering in self-recrimination and downward psycho-spiral.

Muslim men especially like to play the sunnah Nabi card. That is well and good. I do suggest however that they first study their Islamic history; the Prophet Muhammad (BBHN) married war widows to protect them. More to the point he provided for them equally. So bear that in mind gentlemen Muslims ... if you give a Tiffany bracelet to your second wife, the first wife is also entitled to one!

I suggest stocking up on credit cards and maintaining a good credit report.

I do not pretend to be an expert on all matters Islam. Neither do these men who mock it wantonly--yes, I used that word on purpose.

In the end, it doesn't really matter about one's race, religion, gender or sexual preference. People cheat because they can.