Ronie Dinosaur

Ledger Without Cushion Verse 1 They chased the script the world supplied- degree, cash, house, child, pride. Neat receipts in tidy rows, soft landings when the balance goes. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 122 - Hibernation of the Self I am not just what happened to me. When you rejected your friend- because you are a woman, you had that right- I felt insulted, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 118 – Neither Nor Neither submission nor aggression. A woman who neither kneels nor strikes. For the philosopher-athlete forged in one scarred body, a companion who meets affection and responsibility in equal measure- no reflex to drag him under, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 117 - Canteen, First Year So I stood in the canteen, first-year, the angriest young man on campus. Armor on the outside, an artist locked within. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 110 - Die Hungry Rather Than Kneel I was starving for affection- simple human touch, not just flesh- when I considered paying a woman for sex. It was the morning after my father’s heart attack, Read more from here...

Hymn to Ronie Dinosaur Verse 1 In a life monstrous, vast, and cruel beyond measure, I’ve climbed Himalayan heights, plunged to trench’s dark treasure. Wrong place, wrong time-life’s brutal lesson taught, Power, money, status fade; innocence dearly bought. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 105 - They Have Won They have won. Everyone. Those who never knew me dragged me into the gutter- blamed me, discarded me, murdered me, then tossed me into rehab. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 69 - Discharge Me Think. Think. Think. Why am I here? This universe is a rehab center, treating your addiction to knowing yourself- until you stop asking, Who am I? Read more from here...

At thirty, my bank balance rivaled that of overseas engineering graduates-yet I hadn’t spent a single rupee to start or run my business. I built it from home through relentless work, without a degree, without guidance, and without stepping outside for seven straight years. I pushed through thirty-six-hour stretches, collapsed for eight, and repeated the cycle. My family devoured every rupee. They would have done the same even if I’d held the degree they worshipped. To them, I was nothing more than a racehorse they had wagered on. At twenty-three they had already written me off-declared me dead, not for failing as a human being but for failing to be profitable. In the following seven years I earned their counterfeit respect, and it vanished the moment my earnings slowed. Whatever capital I needed to grow, they consumed as if entitled to it. Then my mother died. For fifteen years-from the day my sister eloped to the day my father had his heart attack-I stood by them without expectation. Even so, I was abandoned to ruin. No one asked how I was, and no one tried to mend what they had broken. Then came the darker days. A whore with her finger in her nose and a dick in her ass-lost in her own chaos-tried to preach philosophy to me while my world collapsed. The bodybuilder I once was withered under alcohol until I landed in rehab. At home, the Surpanakhas and Vibhishanas of my extended family lectured my father about their lofty moral standards, staging their righteousness while I drowned in silence. Since I could not control anyone, I claimed the only kingdom left to me: my body and my mind. Read more from here...

Since I can’t control anyone else, I rule the only kingdom I can - my own body and mind. In rehab, I lived on four hundred grams a day - flour, oats, carbohydrates, nothing else - Read more from here...