Zersetzung 21C Journal

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I certainly don’t believe that this can be the explanation. And this could only have been written by a millennial, so, no I don’t subscribe to that in any way. I do notice that I am using the term millennial as a pejorative term, but I hope you get the sense of what I am saying. And, no, I don’t believe in ghosts.


I had faced a lot of problems in my life before, but what can be called the 21st Century version of Zersetzung or psyops or the 21st Century version of COINTELPRO began personally for me after a wrote a scathing article about the events of 2002, well known in India. The article was written, if I recall correctly, towards the end of 2002 or somewhere near that. It was published as feature in a progressive activist magazine (focusing particularly on gender injustices, but also other topics). A four (newspaper size) page supplement was also brought out that had this article as the main feature. It was distributed around the locality where I was staying at that time (the editor was also staying in that locality, but I never met him).

Since then, it seems I have made many enemies, simply by talking and writing.

Why would I be singled out? That is what I also want to know, but my guess is that I am almost isolated and have no alliances or influential friends, nor do I try to have them. That makes me (and people like me) fair game for anyone and everyone.

The  Initially, it was basically annoying. Then it started getting worse. There were periods when it almost seemed to have stopped. But, on the whole, it has been getting worse. Now, it has reached such levels, as to be considered seriously life threatening. I simply can’t live a normal life (normal even by my standard). The fact is, I don’t know how long it can go on. Anything can happen any moment. In any case,  it has been happening slowly anyway, which is the essence of Zersetzung. The word literally means ‘biodegradation’ (in this context, of humans), that is, death by biodegradation. There cannot be a more psychopathic term. But it’s not just a term. It is my current life and has been for many years.

A long ago I had hinted at what I feel about this (seeing the bright side).

The reason I am writing at this point and in this form is that I don’t know whether I will get the chance to write it the way I wanted, or may be not write it at all.

What your read or see here is only small glimpses of what I have been going through. Some things I can’t even write, either because people will be hurt or because they are extremely difficult to believe and proof is hard to come by.


A couple of years ago, I go to a barbershop. While I am having a haircut, a funeral possession passes by outside the shop. It stops just in front of the shop and the corpse is put down for some time. One person looks out and the other asks:

Yeh vahi hai jisne phansi laga li? [Is he the same one who hanged himself?]

The other one answers:

Han. Kya karen maan hi nahim raha tha. [Yes. What can be done, he was not complying (or falling in the line)]

About an year ago, I go to another barbershop. While I am having a haircut, there is something playing on the TV. One of the character says:

Mera boss meri girlfried par line maar raha hai. Kya karun? [My boss is trying to seduce my girlfriend. What should I do?]

A person in the shop says:

Aatmahatya kar le. [Kill yourself.]


After a particularly horrible day (around 22nd June), when some things happened that are almost indescribably horrific, as I come out of my office, a few people also come out and walk just ahead of me.

One of them says:

Ab ye suicide karega. [Now he will commit suicide.]

Another among the group says something like this:

Suicide kar le to accha hi hai. [It’s good if he commits suicide.]


In another city (July 25th), after coming out the parents’ house where I stay there (what we in India call the real home), on the way to the train station, there are two people near to me and one of them says:

Ab ye marega. [Now he will die.]



Search Query as a Weapon

Indian Opposition 2019

Global Meta-Politics (with a Touch of Comedy)

Compliance Meritocracy

Dystopian Dilemma

The Like Laws

The Best, the Worst and the Dog

Found on My Balcony – 1

I Know That

Rule of Law is Dead

I am an Atheist

Psychopathy – 1

Compliments and Twitteria

Threat Perception

Advert Abuse – 1

The Beef in India


शिकार की इजाज़त

Covers for War and War Crimes

कोई बड़ी बात नहीं है

A Great Friend of Humanity: In Praise of a Mere Utensil

It’s Back with a Vengeance

A Prediction of Anguish

Have I Become a Celebrity or What?

DM21C: The Briefing, Or With O’Brien in Alice’s Wonderland

DM21C: Watch Your Back(pack)

The Mysterious Video

Moral Questions of the 21st Century

Love Fest of the Psychopaths

Dominant Ideologies of the 21st Century

On A Jew Who Ripped Off the Nazis

Crime for Some and Punishment for Others

Door Unlocked – 2

Amusing End to the Spectacle

DM-21C: The Salaakhen Manual (Part-I)

Shoot First and Aim Later


Or Forever Hold Your Peace

The Wash Post

Dissidence Management in the 21st Century: The Insult Trick

When Chomsky Misled Me

No Means No

Door Unlocked – 1

Dissidence Management in the 21st Century: The Ever-Green Ad-Hominem

Dissidence Management in the 21st Century: The Fake Protestor

Time for Masochism

Mafia-Empires and a Democracy

Obama Lives Rumsfeld’s Wet Dream as Liberals Applaud

The Mosquito Repellent Philosophy

Malaria Mosquito, Several Times Over

Not a Mass Shooting

Dissidence Management in the 21st Century: Nipping in the Bud

The Obscenity Award in Progressive Journalism

Another Lesson for the 21st Century

Dissidence Management in 21st Century: A Poem

The Lowest Form of Life

A Challenge for RTI Activists in India

The Original Mark Twain

सांस्कृतिक कार्यक्रम

The Missing Clause

From Abbottabad … With?

Sicilian Grand Prix Attack?


इंकलाब के पहले

Everybody Loves the Trauma Show

Life without Corporate Media

One Suggestion for the Possible

Revealed: The Protesters Have Red Blood

Property Rights on Tragedies

A Day of Shame

So Dissent is Just a Disease After All

Indifferent Rebellion – I

खुश हुआ खुश हुआ

Two Azads and the Crown

A Self-Hating Anti-Semite Jew

No Letup

A Nice Electric Game

A Pussy

A Hard Nut

Will it Stop?

Are You Subscribed?

Shooting Oneself in the Foot


The Powerful Powerless Correlation

Street to Worridor-Morridor

The Fundoo Funda

The Elite Strikes Back, Fetishiously

400 m Dogfoodbowl



Everything You Always Wanted To Say But Were Afraid To

Walls have Fears

How Many Grams?

The Nurture of Torture

Watch the Experiment

(Lack of) Imagination for Insulting


Picture of the Future

What Hindi Film Music Doesn’t Have

Fried Access Denied at Breakfast

Security Alert – 1

What You May Not Know – 1

V for Vodot’s Vendetta

Waiting for Vodot

Access Denied (Arbitrarily, or May be Not)

Anonymous Abuse – 1

Some Political Disclaimers

Two Hopeless Poems on Hope

Network Goons Pay Tribute

Shelly, Monk, Russell and Frankenstein …

Mythical Pretensions of Originality (1)

Anciently Civilized But Not Yet K-Mature

A Comment on an Influential Article

Mr. Expert-Vexpert, Please Leave Them Alone

Back to Notwork as Usual

Wireless Notwork

Institutional Network Nightmares

So Now, that’s How it Goes

Another War on Terror

So Now, that’s How it Goes