Some of my stories, poems are really harsh about old men and women, quite a lot of my friends are old men and women, I have often felt this urge to share the source of my anger, source that I personally feel is enough to make me wary and quite furious with them, and their kindred souls.
first one who changed my mind was a man one year junior than my mother, that man, used to call one of his employees his own daughter to neighbours, all the time he was having an illicit relationship with her, when she became pregnant he first denied the fatherhood and then married her, he is the character Keshav in honeytrap. He taught me the bitter lesson, that there are men, sitting beside their own grave (age-wise) and yet corrupting every innocent soul that comes in their clutches, and trying to trap those who are not around them, using their trapped ones.
Second ones were two old men, who encouraged and allowed all sorts of illegal, immoral activities in the very home they were born and brought up in, so that those residing there will have to move out, and they will be able to sell away that house, both were financially stable, one had two flats in kolkata, the other lived in a flat for which he paid dimes as rent, and the building was caught in a legal tangle, so vacating that was out of question, both were above seventy years of age.
The third one was an old pedophile, who, most probably on instruction from Keshav or someone else infiltrated my world, hacking the accounts of my cyber friends, and slowly ruined my relationship with every cyber friend i had at that time, replacing them with himself or his pawns. Not only that, I am quite confident that he monitored every communication that came to me, or went from him, he either was an ace hacker, or someone was helping him. But he did it anyway, I could not grab him by neck, but I had enough hints, because of someone else’s disgust towards him to know that he did. This fellow is the pedophile stalker I have talked about so many times. May be, some day, I will expose their true identities, but it is not that time yet!
Two old women, who forced themselves into my world to manipulate me. To take me away from my room, to their rooms for long interval of times, their fidgeting and the feelings after returning to my room always told me that someone entered those rooms while I was not there. One will wonder, what will that person/s be doing in my rooms in stealth. Certainly not something honourable, both of these women were above sixty years of age. Sometimes I could tell, someone have been tampering with my computer, or other times with the cellphones.
I hope from now on, when I say something bitter about any old man or woman you will know, that those words are targetted about these ghouls, who are about to die but cant let go of greed, lust and evil, the pedophile is a regular reader of my blogs, quite a handful of my posts are targetted solely for him.
Don’t ever think that I hate older people, because I know that most of them are harmless, good souls, but those who infest my world, I will suggest you to run as far away from them as you can. As most of my readers are my friends, I believe they deserve some explanations. This is one, another may come next week.