
Calling this mf out, pt.3
Atp I'm sick of these retarded people, now you know what women have to go through, I might have to start a series showing you creepy ass dms

Atp I'm sick of these retarded people, now you know what women have to go through, I might have to start a series showing you creepy ass dms
The first picture is before complaint was registered, the second picture is when the issue was resolving and the third and the fourth picture is after the issue was "resolved".
Hi r/Gorakhpur,
I’m really sad and hurt writing this. I don’t know if anyone else feels this way, but it feels like I'm the only one who cares.
I live in Vikas Nagar Colony, near Springer School, Gorakhpur, UP. There’s been a garbage dump here for weeks.
What happened:
The reality: They didn’t lift the garbage. Workers just dragged it collected it to the roadside and made a bigger pile. No truck came. No dustbin. Now cows are eating from it.
There’s NO "Dissatisfied" option on portal now. So I filed a NEW complaint today with this photo proof.
The part that hurts the most: I’ve spent hours on this. Multiple calls. Filling forms. Tracking the portal. Losing my peace of mind.
And for what? My neighbors are still throwing garbage here. No one else from the colony is bothering. Why is it only my responsibility? Why should I be the only one enduring this pain and wasting my time for basic cleanliness that we all pay taxes for?
It’s so disheartening. I feel alone in this. People just don’t care until it affects them directly. And the system rewards that by doing fake "nistaran" on paper.
What I’ve done:
My request:
I’m exhausted man. I just want my street to be clean for the kids and elderly. Is that too much to ask?
Thanks for reading.
Wtf are guys like him up to? Why are most men without women in their life? It's because of you people, what the fuck was he trying to imply? And why the hell you guys are so despo, I'm so tired of this shit again and again koi is sub ka chutiyapa bakne aa jata hai...oh god that's why you see women rarely in this sub,mfs don't know what to talk and how to talk phuch jate hai judge krne ki kaun kis k liye behtar hai kaun nahi, aise hi bina kisi jaan pehchaan , you meet someone a day before and you guys start calling people for meetups without even knowing them for a week. Wtf is wrong with you guys? You sociopaths?
Hey people of Gorakhpur
I've registered a complaint about dumping garbage on the pathway on swacchata app, it's been about 2 weeks , still no action has been taken, what should I do? Should i start a complaint again? Or what the hell should i do?
Today I found myself thinking about a few people from my past a childhood friend, a girl who used to travel on the same bus as me, and even someone who once bullied me.
It's strange how some people leave your life completely but never really leave your memories.
I don't know where they are now. But here's my poem dedicated to them...
पता नहीं
वक़्त की गर्द में जाने क्या-क्या खो गया
कुछ चेहरे, कुछ रिश्ते, कुछ नाम।
अब कौन कहाँ है,
पता नहीं
एक मित्र था बचपन का।
बरसों बाद उसे खोजने चली आई मैं।
इंस्टाग्राम पर, लिंक्डइन पर, पुराने नंबरों पर, नाम के हर छोटे-बड़े निशान पर।
जहाँ-जहाँ उसके होने की संभावना थी, वहाँ-वहाँ दस्तक दी मैंने।
मगर वह कहीं न मिला।
किस शहर में है, किस जीवन में है,
पता नहीं
एक लड़की थी
छोटे बाल, तेज़ नज़र, और मेरी रोज़ की यात्राओं का एक अनकहा हिस्सा।
सुना था, वह लखनऊ चली गई थी।
बरसों बाद उसे खोजने चली आई मैं।
उसके पुराने घर तक, उन गलियों तक जहाँ कभी उसके होने का यक़ीन था।
मगर वक़्त गुज़र चुका था
गली वही थी या नहीं, घर वही था या नहीं, वह वहाँ कभी रहती भी थी या नहीं,
पता नहीं
एक लड़की और थी
जिसने कभी मुझे रुलाया था।
जिसकी बातों ने बालमन पर छोटे-छोटे घाव छोड़े थे।
अजीब है कि उसे भी खोजा मैंने।
यह पूछने नहीं कि उसने ऐसा क्यों किया,
बल्कि यह जानने कि उस पर क्या बीती।
मगर वह भी न मिली।
कहीं वह भी किसी और कहानी का दुःख तो नहीं बन गई,
पता नहीं
और ये तो सिर्फ़ कुछ ही लोग हैं।
अभी तो न जाने कितने चेहरे वक़्त की धूल तले दबे पड़े हैं।
कितने नाम हैं जो मेरी स्मृति के किसी अँधेरे कोने में हैं, पर इस वक़्त याद नहीं आ रहे।
कौन-कौन बिछड़ा, कौन-कौन छूट गया,
पता नहीं
मगर एक बात जानती हूँ
वे सब आज भी मेरी स्मृतियों में कहीं जीवित हैं।
मगर क्या मैं भी उनकी स्मृतियों में बची हुई हूँ?
क्या कभी किसी बेवजह शाम उन्हें भी मेरा ख़याल आता होगा?
क्या वे भी किसी पुराने नाम पर ठहरकर सोचते होंगे—
"वो अब कैसी होगी?"
पता नहीं
Hey guys so regarding my earlier post I asked you to help me out with the trash lying on the road, and where do I complaint of it, and many of you helped me which I'm thankful for. Yesterday I initiated a complaint regarding it on swacchata app and today I got a call from nagar nigam that action will be taken on it within a week, so i also request all of you to take initiative to register complaints against dumping grounds, open garbage littering, open burning of garbage.
Thanks again.
Fuck everyone. I think I just lost my closest friends and it hurts more than I can explain.
I wanted to go to the mountains so badly.
Not just because I like travelling. Not just because I love hills, clouds, greenery and cold weather.
I was emotionally invested in it.
I spent months browsing places, finding hidden gems, looking at clothes for the trip, making plans in my head. Every time I saw mountain pictures, I imagined us there together.
And the stupid part?
Throughout my entire 4 years of BTech, I didn't go on any proper trip because I had this stubborn dream that my first trip would be with my school friends.
We've known each other for 5 years.
I kept saying no to other plans because I wanted that memory with them.
In third year we planned a mountain trip.
Then it got pushed.
Then it got delayed again.
Then it became "our parents won't allow."
Then it became "we'll ask later."
Then it became "what if our parents come too?"
Eventually the whole thing died.
I swallowed my disappointment every single time because I thought that's what friends do. You adjust for each other.
Now I'm sitting here watching them post mountain pictures with their families on Instagram and WhatsApp.
And before anyone says "they're allowed to travel with family"—I know.
That's not what hurts.
What hurts is realizing that nobody ever considered how much this meant to me.
Nobody ever considered my feelings.
Nobody ever thought, "Hey, she's been waiting years for this."
I feel so stupid.
I loved these people so much that I made real decisions around them.
And now it feels like I was the only one doing that.
The more I think about it, the more angry I get.
For years whenever we met up, I was the one travelling across the city.
I was the one getting home late.
Not once did anyone say, "Let's meet near your place this time."
One friend constantly said her parents wouldn't allow her to come anywhere with us.
But somehow there were always stories, pictures, reels, restaurants, malls and outings with other friends.
For us, permission wasn't possible.
For others, it magically was.
Another friend became much closer to her college friends.
Which is fine.
People grow.
People change.
But somewhere along the way our bond died and I don't think anyone told me except reality.
The thing that hurts most is that they never initiate anything.
Meetups.
Plans.
Conversations.
Nothing.
It's always me caring.
Always me remembering.
Always me trying.
And maybe that's why this hurts so much.
Because it's not about one cancelled trip.
It's about suddenly looking back at 5 years of friendship and wondering if I was the only one holding onto it.
I don't think I'll tell them any of this.
Not because I don't have things to say.
I have way too many things to say.
I could probably write pages.
But what's the point?
You can't force people to care.
You can't force people to value a friendship the same way you do.
And I know deep down that telling them all this won't bring back what has already disappeared.
So I silently unfriended them.
Removed them.
And maybe that's immature.
Maybe it's not.
I don't know anymore.
I just know that tonight my chest hurts.
I know that I feel abandoned.
I know that it feels like I'm grieving people who are still alive.
And the saddest part?
I didn't lose them today.
I think I lost them a long time ago.
Today was just the day I finally noticed.
Has anyone else ever realized they were the only one still fighting for a friendship?
This creep not only texted her but me as well, kyu krte ho aisi cheap harkatien fir rant krte ho ki gkp m date mat kro khud ho dhang k jo ladkiyan tumse baat krne m bhi interested hongi
Where to complaint against pile of garbage lying on the road? And if I start a complaint will any action be taken by them to clear out this mess?
Rainbow around the sun is the coolest shit I've ever seen.