A CRITIQUE OF VIBHAT: THE GENIUS OF SELF-ACCEPTED CONTRADICTIONS

 

As someone said, "He be saying the most ideal, yet he be the most cunning and shrewd.".

This is what I feel when I am asked to describe Vibhat. His friends either avoid thinking about him because it increases their insecurity, or they talk in terms of complaint against him, either he is too clingy a friend, or he is too rude, he says the meanest things about your family members or your economic status. All of these are just seeing Vibhat Phenomenologically, the insides of it are filled with deep reasons and irrational behavior which he has now accepted as what he calls, "Self-accepted contradictions". Let us begin analyzing this person before we try to critique him. The critique is necessary as a humanitarian act which I am doing so that it gets recorded in History, that someone was aware of the existence of the despotic pol-port of a person, with such mighty caliber but cruel intentions as Vibhat. 

Vibhat is born out of a mother who was a suppressed intellectual lady, a lady who has got a PhD in Marine biology and has a very good above average IQ. His father comes from a highly conservative region where women are good for housewives. He sees it around him, when his friends just bow down to societal authority instead of fighting it. This is actually the beginning of the inner fire that burns within him from the childhood. From an early childhood, he was a lonely child, not the one who easily socializes, because he has a massive mountain like ego. He wanted to kill his mother as a child when his mother used to beat her to vent out her frustration of patriarchy. This has created a dual hatred in the minds of Vibhat, first towards the people who has put her mother to such a worse position, second, towards her own mother who beat him as a child. He simultaneously hated her father to be less masculine who could not control his wife and developed a clinical depression and lost his job and her mother as a selfish bitch who, for her own career used to beat him. 

This duality made him a Neurotic personality. He, who has been blessed with a very high IQ, but such an evil mind, he will not even flinch people dying in front of him. His friends hate him, they think it is all because of a family privilege that he got what he got. Vibhat will say on this,

            "Ye Phool mujhe koi Virasat mein mile hain?

               Tumne mera kaanton bhara bistar nahi dekha".

This thornful life as a very disturbing childhood, is what makes him burn from inside. It is this fire that drives him, to know more, to learn but at the same time, a deep cruel desire to do a genocide where people cry, and he smiles. Where people beg for their death, and he grants it. These are some deep inner desires he always had, to kill, to not grant mercy, to cruelly laugh at others misery. To lose all humanity and destroy it as it is. He does not feel empathy, he does understand it, but he feels none. He feels anger, angst, and a desire to kill. 

He never forgets someone who mocks him even as a friend. He remembers it, has a diary where he has noted it all, who to avenge and when. He is maintaining such a diary since he was in second grade. The conviction of hate that he has is unparallel. He will order killings of friends and enemies alike. He will smile at them and bid them goodbye by shooting a bullet in their head. He will destroy lives of all who has even minorly disturbed him or mocked him. 

He has these lines from Sahir ludhiyanvi, "Mujhe musibat o hawadis ki shaql mein, jo kuch duniya ne diya hai, wahi lauta raha hun main".  He has convinced himself of going beyond good and evil. He is bound by no geniality of morality. Nietzsche, he claims, he doesn't like, but he likes him a lot. His power Lust has no bounds, he can go to any extent to grab hold of power.

One thing distinguishes him from the rest of the people is that he has a morality of a street guy, who does murders and steals, but has a brain of a topper who can top a class if he wishes to. His friends are no match to him. He cringes on their dreams, where they want to die mediocre and in their superficial worlds. He wants to rise high on the levels of political rulers where he can exercise powers for the weak, but his Stalinist tendencies do not stop here. 

He is Sawarkar, He is Gandhi. He has massive self-control. He is Ambedkar with a difference that morality doesn't bind him. God, forbid he succeeds, the country will see a ruler never seen before. But the truth being, he will not let any stone be unturned to achieve power. I tried to deviate him to a research career, but I failed. He is not in my control now. I cannot control his instincts. He is superior to me now. Power lust unfortunately is a destiny we both share. I am a conscious area where Vibhat resides, this place is dark and cruel. I await the horrible night that awaits. The night of the world as Hegel would call it.