Racism, Terrorism, Fundamentalism, Neo-Nazism and vandalism. Kill blacks, kill browns, kill whites, and kill yellows. Kill Jews, kill Hindus, kill Muslims, kill Catholics, kill Sikhs and kill atheists. Road rage, teenage angst, drug violence and self-hatred. Wars, conflicts, crusades, rebellions, strikes, clashes and squabbles. Rape, murder, lynch, burn and mutilate. Hate them, hate that, hate this, hate him, hate her and hate yourself. Hate the living, hate the dead, hate the leader and hate the mob. Hate one and everyone.

Hatred is everywhere. It is omnipresent. It is the new God. Every political rally, newspaper headline, even the editorial of our modest magazine expresses its general disagreement /dislike/ hatred with something. The politicians disagree with anything and everything from the Indo-US Nuclear deal to the Saif-Kareena relationship, the newspapers dislike the politicians for disagreeing and fill up their editorial columns with their dislike for them and our modest magazine hates both species with a vengeance for clogging the arteries of the country with unsaturated, fat bullshit. On closer inspection, this just proves that the politicians are the root of all hatred, even for this miniscule sample set of three.

Zealots apart, on a personal note, have you ever enjoyed hatred? Remember that exhilarating hormonal rush whilst you beat up that annoying little twat after football practice, or that satisfaction you felt when Pakistan got spanked like a porn star in the 1999 WC final, or just the pointless mirth of painting the walls with goblin blood, post a virtual frag-fest. Wouldn’t you just kill to saw Asif Ali Zardari’s sac off with an Industrial grade chainsaw at the exact moment he goes,” There’s no conclusive evidence of Pakistan’s involvement in the attacks.”? (There certainly won’t be any conclusive evidence of his sex-life after you do that to him). Point is, Hatred can be blissful. It is one of the two extreme emotions (love being the other, for the antonymically challenged) and it feels just as good as its unenergetic, less imaginative alternative. Nothing against the love seekers, angel worshippers and peace activists, but the devil is just that much more Rock ‘n’ roll.

Besides, a lot of the achievements attributed to the triumph of love over hate, can just as easily be seen as just the opposite. Gandhi freed the country, not for his love of India and its people, but for his hatred and detestation for its exploitation by its occupiers. Nehru loved children, probably because he found his fellow adults (mostly politicians) deceitful and cunning, and children are but simple creatures. George Michael loves the dry length of cock (rooster), or does he just hate the wet depth of pussy (cat)? As for the sad events widely thought of as being by-products of hatred, Hitler loved his country and desired it to be the largest in the world, Bin Laden is in love with the 73 virgins he has lined up for him by his faith and the guy who stabbed Monica Seles during a tennis match in Germany, was in love with Steffi Graf.

Now, these may seem like anecdotes contrived just to suit the purpose of the article. From the bonding among individuals to international alliances however, they all have the same roots, hatred for something or someone. In a workplace for instance, the bonding over boss-hatred is not uncommon. A sample conversation of such sadist bonhomie is as such,
A: “I simply hate that guy, he’s such an ass”
B: “Oh yes! I kind of hate him too. He is a perfect example of God’s imperfections.”
A: “Yeah, totally true, let’s go grab some lunch and a cigarette.”
B:” Sure, And have you seen his clothes?........”
Now, those are two chatty employees. Boss bitching is one contemporary professional ice breaker, isn’t it? Similarly, people on the internet bond over flame wars, politicians over blame wars and nations over actual fucking wars! So let’s see, Hatred satiates people, unites them and isn’t necessarily the root of any evil.

Makes you feel less guilty about hating your parents now, doesn’t it?

Such a feel-good magazine this! No?

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