Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

born to kill (based on true story)


listening to :hey joe (led zeppelin)


this morning i heard this unbelievable story which goes just like this


Countess Erszebet Bathory was a breathtakingly beautiful, unusually well-educated woman, married to a descendant of Vlad Dracula of Bram Stoker fame. In 1611, she was tried - though, being a noblewoman, not convicted - in Hungary for slaughtering 612 young girls. The true figure may have been 40-100, though the Countess recorded in her diary more than 610 girls and 50 bodies were found in her estate when it was raided.
The Countess was notorious as an inhuman sadist long before her hygienic fixation. She once ordered the mouth of a talkative servant sewn. It is rumoured that in her childhood she witnessed a gypsy being sewn into a horse's stomach and left to die.
The girls were not killed outright. They were kept in a dungeon and repeatedly pierced, prodded, pricked, and cut. The Countess may have bitten chunks of flesh off their bodies while alive. She is said to have bathed and showered in their blood in the mistaken belief that she could thus slow down the aging process.
Her servants were executed, their bodies burnt and their ashes scattered. Being royalty, she was merely confined to her bedroom until she died in 1614. For a hundred years after her death, by royal decree, mentioning her name in Hungary was a crime.
Cases like Barothy's give the lie to the assumption that serial killers are a modern - or even post-modern - phenomenon, a cultural-societal construct, a by-product of urban alienation, Althusserian interpellation, and media glamorization. Serial killers are, indeed, largely made, not born. But they are spawned by every culture and society, molded by the idiosyncrasies of every period as well as by their personal circumstances and genetic makeup.
Still, every crop of serial killers mirrors and reifies the pathologies of the milieu, the depravity of the Zeitgeist, and the malignancies of the Leitkultur. The choice of weapons, the identity and range of the victims, the methodology of murder, the disposal of the bodies, the geography, the sexual perversions and paraphilias - are all informed and inspired by the slayer's environment, upbringing, community, socialization, education, peer group, sexual orientation, religious convictions, and personal narrative. Movies like "Born Killers", "Man Bites Dog", "Copycat", and the Hannibal Lecter series captured this truth.
Serial killers are the quiddity and quintessence of malignant narcissism.
Yet, to some degree, we all are narcissists. Primary narcissism is a universal and inescapable developmental phase. Narcissistic traits are common and often culturally condoned. To this extent, serial killers are merely our reflection through a glass darkly.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

room no 195(based on true story)






climb up 10X8 steps and reach the corridor that leads u to G and H wing and so u turn ur head to the gloomy part of the corridor ....thats H wing......the most remote place on earth.....no voice u hear....may be some cigerrate smokes coming from rooms or grass...more likely....ya that small pic above is our wing......pretty scray na....and my room is pretty inside....ya room no 195.....and the wing from my rom just looks like this....and then u enter my room where everything smells like a dark uncertain essence of different moods ....the door is full of graffity...just shut the door.....and take a deep look in my room.....start from behind the door where mt lady of sorrow cries with me...i love her as she is my constant relief from pain that i suffer and when i see her i feel that am not the only one in pain......am accompanied by her...move ur eyes clockwise and there comes the famous paintings of love and the bitch stares at u with jealous hideous eyes.....u bitch!!.....the unprotective walls stand rounding u and u fel in a nutshell....the rrom just starts and ends with no time to think bout anything except whats inside the room....its a gr8 attraction......as soon as u enter this room....cooled by a 1 and half feet wingspanned fan.....and lighted by a jedi sword tube and for my extra dark futuristic room i also attached a bulb which instead adds a gloomy look in my room....there is a medium actually more than sufficient for me ...a wardrobe section......merely covered by handwritten doors....i wrote two of my fav poems over there......among them is my own....hehe....anyways the rest of the room the most interesting part will be discussed in the coming blogs....chow