Indian Institute of Molestation

The Rape Academy of India (RAI), in coalition with its brother branch, the Indian Institute of Molestation (IIM), invites applications for Diploma Courses in Rape and Molestation, Sodomy and Murder, and also a 3 month certificate course in Hypocrisy. Applicants are requested to forcibly collect a pair of white panties from the assaulted body of a strange helpless girl and affix on it, using fresh semen, three attested copies of passport size nude photos of the helpless girl’s pubis and sent it to the address given below:

To,

Mr. Horny Man,

The Rape Academy of India,

Any street,

Any city,

Any where,

All the time- 247365

About The Rape Academy of India

               The Rape Academy of India is an autonomous rape institution recognized by the Government of India. It comprises the Indian Institute of Molestation (IIM) and the Centre for Sodomy (CFS), two institutions highly regarded for their major contributions in the fields of physical harm and sexual violation of women. The Rape Academy of India is a professional rape centre which offers a variety of services in forced sex and assault of women and young girls. It is also the only institution in India that does not follow the regressive idea of affirmative action and gives an equal chance to rapists from all walks of life based purely on the merit of their raping.

Courses

1) Diploma in Rape and Molestation: The R&M Course is a full time, post-graduate diploma programme. It aims at giving young and aspiring rapists a professional outlook on the highly competitive field of harming women. The Rape Academy arms the young dicks with the expertise and skills needed to break into the pussy of unsuspecting bitches and smoothly leave the scene without getting caught. Students will also be educated on the history of rape, some of the great names in the field of rape, and also the latest innovations that has made itself inevitable in the arena of rape. Many renowned politicians, police officers, and various media personnel will visit the Rape Academy from time to time and conduct various rape workshops and educational seminars on pussy-bashing.

Electives: Amputee rape, Relative Rape, Date Rape, Moving Car Rape, Preteen Rape, and Gang Rape.

Eligibility: Anyone with a dick can apply.

Career Opportunities: Unemployed bum, Horny Loner, BPO Cab Driver, Pervert Neighbor, Lecherous Servant, Police Officer, Politician, Bollywood, Tourist Guide, Shack Owner, Teacher, etc.

2) Diploma in Sodomy and Murder: The S&M Course is a specific course meant for students that are strictly into ass ramming. It is designed to give a thorough knowledge in the field of ass raping and the subsequent slaughter of the victim. There is a strong emphasis on student performance evaluation through projects and practical assignments and on research work by the students themselves. The first semester provides a comprehensive perspective of asshole ripping and butt cumming; the second semester is project-based with hands-on production and execution to provide knowledge that is essential in the field of sodomy and murder. Highly esteemed members of several rape organizations like the ‘Blow Job Pirates’ and the ‘Salacious Indians Violating SExy North Americans’ visit the Academy to give lectures and narrate dick raising stories of real sodomy and murder.

Electives: Tourist Sodomy, Roadside Sodomy, Public Sodomy, Workspace Sodomy, Backseat Sodomy, Dead body Sodomy, Bludgeoning, Stabbing, and Drowning to Death after Sodomy.

Eligibility: Anyone with a dick or a sharp object can apply.

Career Opportunities: Member of the Parliament, Government Official, Minister’s Son, Bollywood, Political Kingpins etc.

3) Certificate Course in Hypocrisy: A three month short-term course in saying one thing and doing another. Students will be taught to engage in several hypocritical activities like salivating after and secretly harassing secretaries and interns while publicly denouncing women who dress in anything other than a ten-layered sari and a full-sleeved blouse. Students will also be given training in lying through their teeth and acting like a complete shameless retarded motherfucker. They will also be given training to appear on news channels and compare cheerleaders to bargirls while jacking off on the side leering at the reporter’s cleavage.

Motto of the Rape Academy: An unraped bitch is a terrible thing to waste.

Journal Extracts#14

Image by A PICTURES, New Delhi

"It is early, early morning," she said, her voice suddenly low and mysterious. "Dark. We stand on a beach like this beach. First hint of dawn. Cold." 

We were there in the cold and dark with her, living her story. 

"In front of us stands our easel and canvas, we hold our paints and brushes." It felt like being hypnotized, by those dark eyes. I felt the palette in my left hand, the brushes in my right, brushes with rough wooden handles. 

"Now the light rises in the sky, do you see it?" she said. "The sky is turning to fire, gold poring, ice prisms melting into sunrise...." 

We saw, stunned in colors. 

"Paint!" said SHE. "Catch that sunrise on your canvas! Take the light of it on your face, through your eyes, spread it into art! Swiftly now, swiftly! Live the dawn with your brush!" 

I'm no artist, but in my mind was that glory, tuned to bold slashes on canvas. I imagines Sakshi's easel, saw her own dawn wonderfully delicate there, careful beams blended to a starburst in oils. 

"Done?" said SHE. "Brushes up?" 

We nodded. 

"What have you created?" 

I should have painted our teacher, that moment, she was so darkly bright. 

"Two very different sunrises." said Sakshi. 

"Not two sunrises," said SHE. "The artist does not create the sunrise, she creates..." 

"Oh of course!" said Sakshi. "The artist creates the painting!" 

SHE nodded. 

"The sunrise is reality, the painting is what we make of it?" I asked. 

"Exactly!" said SHE "If each of us had to create our own reality, can you imagine the chaos? Reality would be limited to whatever each of us could invent!" 

I nodded and imagined. How to create a sunrise if I'd never seen one? What to do with a black night sky to start the day? Would I have thought of a sky? Of night and day? 

SHE went on. "Reality has nothing to do with appearances, with our narrow way of seeing. Reality is love expressed, pure perfect love, unbrushed by space time." 

"Have you ever felt so at one with the world, with the universe, with everything that is, that you were overcome with love? She looked from Sakshi to me. "That is reality. That is the truth. What we make of it is up to us, as the painting of the sunrise is up to the artist."

At least you are you

"I went to a restaurant that serves 'breakfast at any time' so I ordered French toast during the Renaissance."

You never know when you should stop doing what you’re doing, if it feels good. Some day, the things you do, provided they feel good, will grab you by the balls, and rip them right off. But then, not doing what feels good only delays that. So why fight it? We’re all the walking dead. Let’s indulge ourselves.

The good part about having this basic philosophy thoroughly carved into my brain, is that it allows me to function. To elaborate, it allows me to overcome everyday nuisances like other people. Had I been one step below where I am mentally today, I would have been in an insane asylum, with the rest of mediocrity. Because that is where mediocrity thrives, and only there. Society only has room for the superior, and the inferior. Grey is an abstract, that is not allowed to exist. And rightfully so, because when someone is bat shit insane, who the fuck wants to have to deal with that on top of the every day inferiority we already have to suffer on a nearly constant basis?

I can suffer said inferiority, for very simple reasons. I am great, and everyone else sucks. Now, this may seem contradictory to my goal of enduring other people, but think about it. I may have to crawl through the bleak horrid miasma of their existence, and their relentless recital of such, but the light at the end of the bog, or around the edges if you will, is that I don’t have to suffer being them.

At first, I would long for inferiority. Hell, even the lure of a padded cell seemed tempting. Some times, knowing a lot is not knowing a lot. It is knowing too much. But, as you allow some, though not all, of certain prominent historical philosophers, to bury itself and meld with your mindset, you rise above that. And I do mean rise above it. Make no mistake, it will make you a conceited, arrogant fuck head. But at least you are not them.

At least you are you.

Arguing with Myself

And So My Saturday Starts

Square Your Deeds with Virtue

The Mason’s square doth clear the air of folly and deception

The rule is straight, the angle clear, for greatness has direction

By the compasses abide the points within so far and wide

No pleasure sway nor profit tempt these bounds of Mason pride

Greatness, what your virtues are good deeds practiced wide and far

And that secret of Masonic love is learning who you really are

For the great Book knows what man can’t hide

A life that’s measured from inside

And on that book

That oath we took

And we will break it never

But stand by this (Compasses), and this (Square), and this (VSL)

Forever and forever

Its just Commercial

I never realized how badly I needed a new washing machine until the sexy girl with the enormously titillating personality in a washing machine ad told me so; I was unaware of the importance of moisturizers in my life until a girl with the perfect pair of big round eyes in a commercial reminded me of it; I never thought lime-scented mosquito repellents completed me until  a lady with two massive mosquito bites in an advertisement told me so. However, when I found myself trying on ladies’ innerwear after watching a lingerie ad I considered that maybe, just maybe, advertising had the power to wreck your mind and was in fact the root of all things evil and demonic. 

Advertising has imparted four fundamental rules to human society-four rules which we hold close to our hearts like you holding this magazine. Rule one: People who can’t afford expensive commodities are equal to assorted pellets of monkey crap. Rule Two: Unbelievably attractive women who look like supermodels will choose you over filthy, rich body-building giants provided you use a certain brand of toothpaste or chew a certain kind of gum. Rule Three: You will be the most popular person in the world if you trust everything that you read, see, or hear around you. Rule Four: The world is a beautiful place as long as you keep buying stuff. 

Despite being tagged evil by most people with a functional brain, advertising does have a compassionate side to it as well. For instance, the world chooses to ignore poor people. Advertising, on the other hand, uses them. However useless the product might be or however terrible the concept of the ad might be, once you show the sad, emaciated face of a poor person and a rich guy helping him out by giving him two bucks, followed by the name of the useless product, it’ll seep into the barely active minds of the unsuspecting consumers and appear as worthy of being purchased. Advertising also has the big-heartedness to never ignore the unfortunate ones amongst us; those given the short end of the stick by fate; those stepped on and spat on by God himself. I’m, of course, talking about those of us who have been cursed with dark skin, pimples, freckles, dry hair, bad hair, no hair and teeth that aren’t as white as a polar bear’s butt. The panache with which such people are shown by advertisers can only be topped by the subtlety with which they portray women as sexual objects. 

Advertising boasts of being the breeding ground of geniuses. But then again, even Hitler was considered a genius by some people. With advertising, the best works are often deemed absurd. Commoners who do not have a sharp intellect like the industry people often fail to make sense out of really brilliant ads; they do not understand why an alien drinks soft drinks; they struggle to comprehend why a chimp playing bongos sells chocolates; it’s beyond them why a condom ad has a salamander in it or why a salamander ad has a condom in it. But they all make sense to the industry people. 

Advertising, if done the right way, has the power to sell even new inventions. I have come up with a very innovative idea that I believe would take the world by storm. My idea is to create shoes with in-built socks. Think about it; no more searching for matching socks, no more taking the shoes off and then the socks off. It’s all taken care of in one quick motion. I haven’t yet figured out a way to advertise it yet but I’m pretty sure I would find a way to sock it you.