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Thursday, December 29, 2016

Death and deliverance : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXVII

Daniel was lost in thought, it wasn't the philharmonic in the background - it was anyway sounding too thin and timid for his taste, he was back in Boston, but felt like a stranger. The music it seemed hardly able to hold.

Birth leads
unto birth
unto ?

forget it

It isn't the cyclical
wheel

Ok

you and me
have sex

and then wonder
what's it ?
what's sex ?
what's intimacy?
why ?

its either a dream run
or a
nightmare

depending

it can be so
severe    

so intense

so ...

someone wants
someone debates
someone rejects
someone denies

deliverance
unto death

life

she chooses
to stay
above
and away

I'm not
but you are

an object

pray
kneel
beg

hahaha

until deliverance

stay
admiring

the Universe

powered
by
Vodafone

non stop
talk time

let me walk you
to your
stone


Daniel, put his pen down, walked to his Piano
pressed all his ten fingers
on 5 keys each

they made a terrible sound

and he loved it  






Saturday, December 3, 2016

Daniel and Annie at Nirmala Convent, Dornakal : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXVI

Daniel was probably around 7 years old, then, when his father got transferred to Dornakal, he was a skinny,  lean, dark brown identity less student. he was a part of the anonymous 90% of an institution who have nothing in particular that made them stand out.

But Daniel liked his school uniform, dark blue trouser ( a knicker ) and a white cotton short, with a blue tie, that also had a badge of his "club house' - green house, blue house, red house ... etc - Daniel reminisced sitting at his Uruguayan lodging ( browsing the Classified Section of the local Montevideo tabloid that ( Classified # 1 ) said ' Alcoholic, Unemployed, writer, poet, lookin for a companion ) .... Daniel often randomly chose a classified from the tabloid and then dated with whoever agreed to meet, that was Daniel's idea of localising his experience.

The  adjacent classified said ' lean, tall, handsome, aristocratic, bureaucrat looking for a in house boy friend - should be chain smoking and ready to screw all night'.

Daniel, loved reading these South American classifieds, they were so openly branding and celebrating their mediocrity, artlessness, failures and deviance - and when you read them in Spanish or Mexican or in Latin they sounded exotic.

Knock knock Classifieds 
V 1.0
anonymous
and 
desperate 

Classified # 1 : 

lean, tall, dark
Fair
Handsome
looking for a like minded man
as a living in resident

bed and other amenities available

Contact :

email :

Whatsap :

landlord : Gay and abundant

Classified # 16

lean, tall
black
Gay
Woman
fat
divorced
deserted
looking for a
partner
should smoke pot
and love the life of
sex in the
open - wild and open

Contact :

email :

Whatsap :


Daniel, set aside the tabloid
picked his guitar
and started humming a
South African
song

it was all about a
Cancerian
itch

Daniel , played on his guitar
amused  and
smiling
reminiscing

Annie then was a nun
a beautiful , charming,
loving, caring
meloncholicly
devoted
nun.

The chorus was taken over by the Gypsy kings .


Sunday, November 6, 2016

Daniel : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXV

Daniel, was somewhere in North Carolina, attending to a prep for an opera he was invited to  conduct, it was on Schubert. He was the sound engineer for the Opera. The opera itself was being led by Steven Isserlis and his Cellist troupe backed by the New York Philharmonic of which Daniel was an employee.

He was just about finishing his part of the contract when he received a call from a friend of his, she was volunteering as a nurse for red cross and was posted somewhere in Sudan. They were old friends, they had met when Annie and Daniel were touring Uruguay - so she knew Annie - Annie and Daniel had stayed over at her apartment at Montevideo and later also had travelled across Alaska during one of her trips to the US.

Daniel was initially a bit curious when he got a call from Elisa, thought maybe she was visiting New York, but he was a bit uncertain coz he had just chatted up Elisa on Facebook just a few days ago and she had only mentioned about her Red Cross volunteering and about the situation in Sudan she had never mentioned anything about any impending trip to New York - by the time Daniel finished his call from Elisa he knew he was Africa bound. Elisa, happened to be posted on Sudan and during a routine posting at a make shift hospital for the mentally ill in that region she had come across Annie, being treated for a bi polar disorder bordering on Schizophrenic, she had become prone to violence, she had hurt her doctor treating her but she had no clue.

Elisa gave Daniel the coordinated to the temp Hospital in Sudan - mentioned to him that given the civil war situation and the increased Russian aggression, she was not sure if the temp base will remain where it was, but Daniel could take Elisa's coordinates for all communications.

As Daniel boarded his plane to Sudan - it was a complex itinerary to reach Annie, Daniel had fly to Khartoum and then head by any available transport to Eritrea and negotiate his way into Sudan - he couldn't help allowing his mind to journey back into the past, allowing his mind journey through the days when he was a kid and so was Annie and how they had met again after fate had split them from Shanti Niketan, in Mettiguda, Lallaguda, Secunderabad, in India.

The second time they came together was in a smaller town, Dornakal,  in a convent by name Nirmala Convent.  Both their parents happened to be stationed temporarily at Dornakal - a charming little town surrounded by mango farms, forests and rivulets, deeply imbibed in the culture of Hinduism due to its proximity to Bhadrachalam, Dornakal had many other facets but for Daniel it is in Dornakal he had met Sister Beula - a young, petite Nun who doted on Daniel - and then he had once again come across Annie in his own class room, doodling though her math work book and humming something vague.    

           

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Annie, Rage & The Upanishads : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXIV

She was in this decrepit, ageing, crumbling house, that also served as an hospital for the psychologically unstable.

She looked older than she actually was, as of now she was resting but her countenance wasn't really very peaceful, trapped in a remote part of South Eastern Africa - somewhere on the converging borders of Ethiopia, Eritrea and Sudan - she was being treated by a team of doctors treating patients ravaged by war and violence.

It was a temporary medical camp under the supervision of the United Nations and managed by a team consisting of doctors from Medicins Sans Frontiers and nurses from Red Cross.

Annie's mind was in a different world far from her African hostel, she was hearing sounds of automobiles , of all sizes and hues, it was her last weekend in India and it was quite late in the night almost half past 11 in the night, she was on the outskirts of Trivandrum, Kerala, India - departing after visiting a guru who was an acknowledged scholar of Lokayata, Bruhaspatya and Charvaka chapters of the Upanishads ( these chapters outlined the materialistic and atheistic aspects of the Vedic school of thought ).

She was smoking dope, sitting on her briefcase waiting for her Volvo bus to pick her up and take her to Palakkad.

The sounds of automobiles were coming from a highway beyond, about 50 metres away, so the sounds seemed to come with a sense subdued automaticness - constant swoosh of automobile tyres interspersed with musical horn of long distance Lorries and buses carrying the people and goods by the millions across the length and breadth of a truly eclectic South Asian nation.

As Annie dragged on her smoke, she saw figures of sundry tourists, locals, and street dogs chatting, enquiring, barking or simply bored and staring at nothing. Annie was thinking about Andy ( short for Ananthakrishnan, a retired Merchant Navy Officer ) in Palakkad, who had promised to take her to a place called Ottapalam, nearby Palakkad, to a guru who was an authority on Atharvavedam ( the "Other Vedam" , the Vedam of vampires, ghosts and para normals ) - it was known to be one of those Vedic practices that was outside the Upanishads and a practice always discussed in whispers and hushed tones - Atharva Vedam worshipped a para normal feminine form as supreme, it demanded stringent commitment and indulged in a ritual and artistic practice known as Tantric Vedam.

Atharvam demanded supreme efforts and sacrifices often shrouded in mystic rituals ( rumoured to also include use of blood as a symbol of divine offering ) , the colour Vermillion Red was revered and Atharvam gurus were known for their short temper and anger which often contrasted with their artistic brilliance - since they revered the abstract ( among the first abstract artists in the world , preceded modern abstract art by at least a few 100 years, if not thousand ) and since vermillion red, saffron yellow, virgin white and green were their preferred colours, they had created a reportoire of art unparallelled in the history of vedic art.

Annie's mind was hallucinating on the mantra and tantra of Atharvam, she suddenly woke up, rested her right hand palm on the ground and with focus raised her body on a Ashtanga yoga pose she had learnt during her trip to Mysore - she was loosely chained in her chamber in Africa that she wasn't aware of , so when she raised her body ( feet up on the back side, head down but bent in a 45 degree angle looking up , body inclined in a 45 degree pose with her left hand stretched and her right hand pressed to the ground ) - suddenly the wardens around went tizzy, one of them walked in gingerly calling Annie by her name and saying get down, get down, get down ...

Annie let out a scream, a scream so fierce and sounding so wild that the African warden who had entered her chamber trying to get her down from her weird Ashtanga yoga pose that she was suddenly enacting, simply scrammed out of her sight.

Annie remained motionless - in her shirsana pose balanced on a single palm, left hand stretched, head held up at a 45 degree angle, torso curved up, legs attached like needles stretched to the sky - her breathing was calm, her eyes were motionless.            

             
   

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Mojo bating , I don't bate : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXIII

Really

I
somehow dislike
mojobating

Try as much
as
I
can

No
mojobating

No
its not
fear
sacrilege
shock
sin
leaking
out

i just don't like
mojobating

That's me






Nothing, Is Invisible : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXIII

I
can see everything

I
can see
Nothing

I
can feel
everything

I
can feel
nothing

I
can smell
everything

I
can smell
nothing

I'm Annie and I'm nothing
yet
I
am
everything

My
nothing is invisible

I'm visible
I'm nothing

Sunday, October 16, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXII : Spirituality is a fake Universe

The guru smiled

he had just finished 
his treatise on
atmodayam 
vs
parajjayam

evolution
vs
negation 

it was an elaborate
and intricate theory 
that he had developed 
over 15 years 
along with his 
guru
in the big mountains 
of Himachal 

He was glad it had the desired effect

his disciples ?

were charmed 
feeling blessed
relieved 
free and 
emancipated 

enlightened 

the guru again 
turned to look at the gathering
as ever smiling

the visual was pleasing 

some where swooning
some more were in a trance 
a few had already fainted
a group in the corner were clapping and
chanting  

the atmosphere was 
frenzied 

the energy
palpable

If the guru 
decided to step down 
and walk 
at that time

the disciples would have 
had multiple 
orgasms 

they were in that
grip
of his 
will, whim an wish 

The guru knew the rules 
better
he restrained the urge

His only worry was 
the girl Annie

She was sharper 
than the others
She could shoot 
through 
his treatise

Annie could refer
the other sophists
in the same league 

discuss, debate 

Christianity and Judaism
She could quote Spinoza
Descartes
and the 7 holy saints 
of Zaroastranism 

Aristotle, Plato
Socrates
and Aristophanes were 
on her finger tips

So were 
Hegel, Nietzsche 
and Kant

Along with the Upanishads
She was a master of the
Mandokyan Upanishad
and the 4 Vedas
Regi
Sama
Yajur
and Atharvam

She had read the Bhagavatams
Buddhist Scriptures
and the Quran

Annie had read and assimilated
Russian Mysticism
even Confusianism

Besides Freud and Jung

She was his toughest disciple 
coz she wouldn't let him go 
without a debate 
and she was attractive too 

As the assembly dissolved 
Annie switched on her music 
She had recently recorded 
Trilok Gurtu
and 
Songs from the 
Buddha Bar Collection

Annie 
switched her ipod on

and went into a zone of silence 

taking her lotus pose 
under a starlit sky
she was free
and she was naked 

meditating

She just finished 
smoking pot 

  

Saturday, October 15, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXI : Competitive friendship

We were friends from childhood

we laughed
we cried
we faught
we admired
we
adored
we
mocked
we
taunted
we
condemned
we argued
incessantly

turkey, england, america
India, Pakistan
Red, white
Russia, China

Dalai lama
Lenin, Mao

Corruption

despotism
totalitarianism

Each wanted the other
to confirm

each
had no clue

the meaning
of

true leadership

Each developed
an individual
perception

and then they differed

and  they

stopped laughing

stopped talking


thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXX: Somnambulance

It was a play

But

played inside a dream

nobody knew

the script.

Each looked at the blank
white page

then came

the yogi

smiled

suddenly the world seemed
to acquire a halo

golden

the disciples swooned

some went wet

the yogi said

om




Friday, October 14, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIIX : Future is an accident

Bang

kabang , klang

Sounds
of huge red brown railway wagons,
some open
others empty
some looking like burnt bread

black

A remote railway station

Sunny
hot

Not a soul in sight

Annie sitting
crouched and hugging her backpack

no name
of the station

Public announcement : Future is an accident

Klang
kablang

Future is dumber than you think

Klang
Kablang

Public announcement : are you dumb ?

Annie gets up, looks straight at the speaker and shouts

Future is an accident
Future is dumb

Annie : Past is surreal

Public Announcement : Past is surreal

Annie : When you reach the future , you already are in the present

Public Announcement : Future is an accident

Public Announcement : Somehow , somewhere

you signed on the eternal scroll

Klang, klang
Kablang

Visual capture

The train just met with an
accident

But there was that other train
that seemed in a hurry

It just hurtled past
past the derailed scene
of accident

Public announcement : Welcome , to the future

Annie fades out and crawls like a big giant ant


Tuesday, October 11, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIVIII : Absolute is Nothing ( Updated )


Daniel : Hmmm

Annie : There's no absolute

Daniel : Its a Chimera , thrown at us by morons and pseudo spiritual
zombies

Annie : So you agree there's no absolute  ?

Daniel : No absolute

Annie : Yes, no absolute

Annie and Daniel suddenly evaporate and become nothing and they start fighting

Annie : Hi

I'm the absolute

Daniel : Ok so if you are

you are a despot

Rossie : Hi ( a dream voice )

I'm also the absolute

Annie : Ok, so if you too are

then you are just
water vapour
gravity
or
other such
no sense

Rossie : who cares ?

Annie : Hey

Just fuck off

There's no absolute
no absolute
no absolute

Daniel : Absolute is Nothing ( in a dream voice )

Annie : Nothing
Rossie : Nothing
Daniel : Nothing

Rossie : So?

Annie : let's propose
a corollary

Nothing's absolute ?

Rossie : Yes

Daniel : It's a problem of postulation , either Absolute is nothing or

Nothing's absolute

Rossie : Well ?

Annie : Oh just fuck off

Annie : Truth & Fact are so
profaned

Daniel : I'm bored of the absolute

Annie : Absolute is a zombie , trained to eat you

Chorus : Absolute is a cannibal









thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIVIII : Absolute is Nothing ( Updated )


Daniel : Hmmm

Annie : There's no absolute

Daniel : Its a Chimera , thrown at us by morons and pseudo spiritual
zombies

Annie : So you agree there's no absolute  ?

Daniel : No absolute

Annie : Yes, no absolute

Annie and Daniel suddenly evaporate and become nothing and they start fighting

Annie : Hi

I'm the absolute

Daniel : Ok so if you are

you are a despot

Rossie : Hi ( a dream voice )

I'm also the absolute

Annie : Ok, so if you too are

then you are just
water vapour
gravity
or
other such
no sense

Rossie : who cares ?

Annie : Hey

Just fuck off

There's no absolute
no absolute
no absolute

Daniel : Absolute is Nothing ( in a dream voice )

Annie : Nothing
Rossie : Nothing
Daniel : Nothing

Rossie : So?

Annie : let's propose
a corollary

Nothing's absolute ?

Rossie : Yes

Daniel : It's a problem of postulation , either Absolute is nothing or

Nothing's absolute

Rossie : Well ?

Annie : Oh just fuck off

Annie : Truth & Fact are so
profaned

Daniel : I'm bored of the absolute

Annie : Absolute is a zombie , trained to eat you

Chorus : Absolute is a cannibal









thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIVIII : Absolute is Nothing ( Updated )


Daniel : Hmmm

Annie : There's no absolute

Daniel : Its a Chimera , thrown at us by morons and pseudo spiritual
zombies

Annie : So you agree there's no absolute  ?

Daniel : No absolute

Annie : Yes, no absolute

Annie and Daniel suddenly evaporate and become nothing and they start fighting

Annie : Hi

I'm the absolute

Daniel : Ok so if you are

you are a despot

Rossie : Hi ( a dream voice )

I'm also the absolute

Annie : Ok, so if you too are

then you are just
water vapour
gravity
or
other such
no sense

Rossie : who cares ?

Annie : Hey

Just fuck off

There's no absolute
no absolute
no absolute

Daniel : Absolute is Nothing ( in a dream voice )

Annie : Nothing
Rossie : Nothing
Daniel : Nothing

Rossie : So?

Annie : let's propose
a corollary

Nothing's absolute ?

Rossie : Yes

Daniel : It's a problem of postulation , either Absolute is nothing or

Nothing's absolute

Rossie : Well ?

Annie : Oh just fuck off

Annie : Truth & Fact are so
profaned

Daniel : I'm bored of the absolute

Annie : Absolute is a zombie , trained to eat you

Chorus : Absolute is a cannibal









Monday, October 10, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIVII : Theory of Trizophenia - IV

Daniel and Annie were oblivious to the spectacle around, they were dancing like two people immersed in the act, the music seemed never ending, it source remained a mystery, after the 9th Symphony came Brahms, then Strauss the music just kept flowing and despite all the nature's fury outside somehow people around seemed to have gathered just outside the hall, peering thru the frosty, misty glass - watching in awe, clapping, cheering, singing, wine seemed available in abundance and everyone was merry.

But nature seemed decisive - it was at its battering best.

But, nobody really cared.        

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIVI: Theory of Trizophenia - III

Daniel and Annie were laughing, they were both floating on the effects of alcohol, but they had not lost control of their subject of discussion - Trizophrenia.

Daniel mused loudly

Anne, you mean to say these 3 are so evolved that they really cannot destroy each other ? that they can only hurt or damage or cause some discomfort to each other ? but they are really not in a position to annihilate either of them ?

Annie was dancing and prancing, mocking an imagined gymnast at a performance and Daniel was playing along holding her by the hip as Annie bent backwards with her right arm stretched backward and her left arm stretched in an horizontal angle, there wasn;t music around, they had assembled in a large, tall hall belonging to a friend who had arranged for a butler, food and drinks for them, it was furnished just enough for the two spend some time together. It was a splendidly decorated baroque hall, with several Gothic and Grecian aesthetic appeal.

The hall had no carpet and there was echo that said nobody lived inside that large dome. The more Annie and Daniel shouted the more asymmetric their  conversation became - due to the echo, the sound of footwear tapping while dancing and their laughs.

Annie had to pull Daniel close to her and almost whisper into his ear - listen, there's a hierarchy of power -

Life cannot destroy nature
Nature cannot destroy life
Cosmos cannot destroy nature
Nature cannot destroy Cosmos


Suddenly, Annie and Daniel were dancing to the 9th Symphony. Nobody knew where the music came from. And suddenly they could hear sounds of thunder, lightning and showers belting the scorched earth - the hall inside reverberated in psychedelic colours from yellow, burgundy to bright gold and silver, the whole hall seemed swaying and shaky.             

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIIV : Theory of Trizophenia - II

Taking forward the theory , said Annie,

She was talking to Daniel.

Discussing an emerging stream of thought that she had defined as Trizophrenia.

The two were meeting after a long hiatus, both somehow drifted into their own individual realms - Daniel, went reclusive, living inside remote islands, travelling discreet and practicing the art of silence, fervent attempts by friends went futile, making him to talk or correspond or communicate became impossible and that's why Annie was excited to meet him when he called her after such a long time, she was so overwhelmingly surprised by the call.

Daniel looked pale, drained of blood and flesh - he was just bones and skin, his hair had become thin and his dents betrayed signs of being out of proteins. But he retained his laugh, his intellect was intact and despite his love of staying reclusive he hardly bothered moralising Annie when she ordered for the tow of them.

Annie ordered Vodka and Daniel preferred Bourbon. And that renewed a long lost friendship.

A few drinks and Annie and Daniel were immersed in their debate - Annie was saying

The

  1. Cosmos     
  2. Nature 
&

      3. Human life  

are mutually exclusive, any semblance of symbiosis are  all merely mathematical , each exist without the others overt dictatorship. 

Daniel smiled, a wry smile and responded with an OK, shifted his posture a bit, bent closer to Annie holding his drink in his hand and looking deep into Annie's eyes asked - 

If human's are exclusive to nature and have symbiotic connection , how do you think we breath ? why are we dependent on nature for food? Why are we imprisoned by all acts of nature ? 

Annie was ready to retort - listen Danny, micro level dependencies aren't what I'm referring to, a fish living inside water is imprisoned by water, accepted but nothing stops the fish from jumping out and die. So, the independency I'm referring to is at a macro level - let me list my questions to you :

  1. How much does the cosmos care about the Universe ?
  2. How much does Nature care about life on earth ?
  3. How much do you care about the cosmos or nature ?
In your everyday routine ? you just walk, run, talk. So does nature and so the cosmos. All 3 are so deeply immersed in their own purpose - neither really cares for the other, in fact no such thing exists, this mutual dependency - dependency is a default corollary but it isn't proof  of anything symbiotic. 

The cosmos , the nature and life on earth have evolved on their own. Neither has created the other, neither really is committed to the others survival. In terms of power equation, I feel probably Nature is more autonomous and maybe life is the weakest in terms of autonomy - but none really needs to take responsibility for the other.  

Are you saying, Daniel asked absent mindedly , that the planets and the universal zodiac just happened to align themselves due to some default energy known as gravitation ? that the cosmos is not even aware that such a thing exists ? and nature, really does not know its own elements ? part of it being oxygen that we breath ? or a fish or a bird or a worm thrives on? 

Annie looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes and said yes 


And drowned her glass of Vodka.          

             

Saturday, October 8, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIII : Theory of Trizophenia

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIII : Theory of Trizophenia: AAUW : Chapter LXXXIII : Theory of Trizophenia Listen I'm split 3 pieces make me One My Mind  My Speech My Actions  Ce...

AAUW : Chapter LXXXIII : Theory of Trizophenia

AAUW : Chapter LXXXIII : Theory of Trizophenia

Listen

I'm split

3 pieces make me

One


  1. My Mind 
  2. My Speech
  3. My Actions 
Cerebrum 

Repulsive 
Dirty 
Manipulative
Weak 
Lusty 
Groping
Lecherous 

Suffering 

Suffering

Repression
Depression
Regression

Nobody Knows 

Cerebellum 

I think 
I absorb
I assimilate 
Read
Philosophise
introspect
write

Carry 

Rebuke 
Those 
Those 
Those
Those 

Flash, the shuttle was hit 

mutely watching

No clue 

My mind 
My speech
My actions

All follow 
an isolated trajectory

I think something
I speak something

my actions 
are neither in sync
with my thought
nor my speech in sync
with my actions

I'm 3 
in 
One 

Trizophrenic 



Saturday, September 17, 2016

AAUW : Chapter LXXXII : Theory of Inconclusive

He was a voracious reader
alright

But he never finished
a book

Disliked
finishing

Preferred
arriving upto the last
50 pages

and then

He put the book down
right beside his pillow

And they just
stayed there

While they suffered

He was happy
he was inconclusive.


AAUW : Chapter LXXXI : Adrift : Annie and Rossie


AAUW : Chapter LXXXI : Adrift : Annie and Rossie 

Annie and Rossie were in that rare space of complete oneness. It was a golden yellow sunset, they had spent a whole day at home. Each busy with their own work but yet were in that space of togetherness.

He was reading his copy of Granta (Granta's special edition on India ) after having finished scanning the New York Times, The Washington Post , The Boston Globe and the Chicago Tribune. He still had to scan The Hindustan Times and The Hindu - his glasses were growing thicker as was his girth.

Through out the day they were going about thier tasks and when they found time they indulged in small chat, intermittent questions and answers, that neither took seriously.

Annie was writing, she had a presenatation coming up. She was flying to Riyadh, Suadi Arabia in a few days, was invited to talk on Women and Hijab, but she was also trying to see if she could address other issues thought this opportunity.

It was all balmy, a lot of smiles and healthy flirtations between two married people.

Rossie : So what's cooking today ?
Annie : Anything you have in mind ?
Rossie : hmmm , well ? ( looks at Annie , and She looks at him, both are smiling at each other, their eyes have a spark that sharpens as their eyes meet )
Annie : raises her eye brows, still smiling with that twinkle and a dimple on her cheeks
Rossie : Takes his eye back and focusses on the magazine... as something catches his eye and so the conversation is suspended for a while
Anie : Returns to her own work

Thier disucssions covered everything from The Rhetoric of Meletus and Socrates at his trial of sedition against the Greek State to Politicians and Credibility, Spirituality and spirituality's moral problems,  Corruption and Political feudalism in the Indian democracy... the list was endless ... the two were  individuals capable of talking on any subject - movies, art, theatre, literature, philosophy, science ( they were both accomplished scholars of Quantum Physics ) , math - whatever.

After all She was a Harvard drop out and Rossie was considered among the most influential Intellectual thinkers and Philosophers of the contemporary world - he was recently recognised by the German Universities of Munich and Frankfurt for his outstanding contribution to History and Culture, his own alma mater from Argentina - the Universidad de Buenos Aires - had honoured him with the Status of a Professor Emeritus with permanent status of Honorary Doctor of Philosophy and Social Science.

Rossie's classes were usually among the most attended and discussed sessions - in every University he went to.

As the evening darkened , Annie receives a call on her mobile, she looks at it and she's suddenly excited and takes the call - she just says Ok, shall you you soon to the caller.

Rossie's ears perks up - but he waits.

In the next 10 minutes he sees Annie has taken a shower, has decked up, has put on one of her best night club party dress ( that they both shopped together just the previous day, the black and red ensemble was something rossie always wanted to buy for Annie) .

Anie was immune, she was all brisk and busy getting ready to go out .

Rossie : Can you tell me ?

Annie : Stepping out and I'll be late

Rosie : I mean what the fuck ? some clue ?

Annie is more than busy getting ready - she's quickly rubbing her lipstick.

Rossie just kicks an antique pot nearby ( it falls and is shattered ) bangs his head on the wall and walks out.

Annie, isn't flustered, does not bother to search out or console a clearly upset Rossie , she is in a rush.    

She just opens her sprawling apartment door and is out driving her car and singing.


   

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Married to a Maniyakar - Married into History



Those were the days, in the village of old vasantha krishnapuram.

Nobody knew the origin of the name, could have been the name of the first Maniyankar.

Vasantha Krushnapuram was blessed by the Kanchi Kama Koti peetadi pathi as his meditation abode.

Soon, it was followed by the Jains, the Madhavas and the Yadavas.

While the Deccani Nawabs, the French East India Company, The British East India Company perched themselves on top.

The ageing Mughals, the retreating marathas, the ancient Pandya's and the proud Chola's eventually gave room to the minor Reddy's from Andhra and the Madhava's from Mandya's to sneak themselves as sycophants but amongst all the decadence the Maniyakars of Tiruvannamali and Tirukoilur managed to keep their head high.

The Maniyakar's of South Arcot were a benevolent lot of brahmin landlords. Steeped deep inside the tradition of living the spiritually enlightened vegetarian farmer's life.

We can call them benevolent because they could string together and support the livelihoods of large multi casteist communities, while they were themselves driven by heirarchies of the eldest born being the caretaker of a fairly large 'joint family' - joint families could be anything between first siblings numbering at least a dozen, first married in laws counting twice the number, cousin's and nephews easily numbering 2 to 3 or 4 scores, uncles, aunts, cows, calves, buffaloes, farm hands, servants, maids and new borns all numbering another few scores.

Put together a Maniyakar of the South Arcot was the head bread winner of at least 300 humans, almost all blood linked the rest dependent.

Bread winnners, were responsible for managing the large tracts of farms, cultivating, harvesting, selling, collecting the money , distributing the wealth, spreading education, building schools, temples, sponsoring marriages ( by giving away partial portions of their own lands), ushering progress and development to their villages.  

And one such maniyakar was the maniyakar of Vasantha Krishna Puram - Krishnamurthy Maniyakar.



Erstwhile Dist: South Arcot
Present Dist : Villupuram
Taluk : Mugaiyur
PO : Veerapandi
Neighbouring Village : Arasankuppam
Pin Code : 605758
River : Chitteri
Nearest Govt School : Govt. High School, Veerapandi.


In some strange coincidence the late Sir. Krishnamurthy Maniyakar gave birth to Annie.

Ok, the kighthood part is my own.


                 

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

thesocratespot: relationship mining

thesocratespot: relationship mining: You just Keep Digging You can hear the exactness of an army march past with the band leading You look beyond and pray This...

relationship mining

You just

Keep

Digging

You can hear
the exactness of an
army
march past

with the band
leading

You look beyond
and pray

This should never come to an end

It has be endless

Some you savour
Some you cringe
Some you hate
Some you love

Some you
could
some
you couldn't

Some more
you could

You shovel
and shovel

Here
you say
take this
gold

hey take this
cake

take that too
that piece of
marble

and that
diamond ring

don't want anything to
end. 

thesocratespot: Rhythmic Chaos

thesocratespot: Rhythmic Chaos: Reflecting ... Watching Marquez discarding solitude, with a twinkle   There's something nice about people dancing, especially wh...

Rhythmic Chaos


Reflecting ...

Watching Marquez

discarding solitude, with a twinkle  

There's something nice about people dancing, especially when they are swirling

fast and furious, looking each other into the eye

shaking their head along with their body bent backwards,
and then surging forward, laughing, once hither and then thither, totally immersed in the act.

All of them, people. Man, woman, girl, child, septuagenerians and paraplegics, everyone's gyrating.

Howling, shouting, whistling, clapping.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Yohoo !

Clap, clap, clap, clap

hu ha ha ha ...

is the chorus

a world, rhythmically gone berserk.

Even the most clumsy
just add to that
joi de vivre  

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Yohoo !

Clap, clap, clap, clap

You are the observer

Its getting infectious, frenzied.

You want to just rush in.

Yet. don't.
But you spare a smile, you too clap with the rhythm.

Unbeknown to you, you are foot tapping too.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Yohoo !

Clap, clap, clap, clap

You are the observer

A band leading, a saxaphone a drummer a violinist pushing the tempo. You watch, identify many young ones infatuated, none the sober.

Music is probably the highest form of creation.
Its all about that sync.
That symbioticness.
Man, woman, child, septuans and paraplegs all become one , inside music.

And its not just about people dancing
people eating
sharing coffee
simply exchanging banter.

Its something nucleic, the chain of mirth.
Someone's laughing and the others are rolling their eyes and suddenly
everyones laughing.

Its that that laugh, that joy.

Its that birth
that mirth

That i have come to rejoice.

      

Thursday, September 1, 2016

thesocratespot: 50th Eulogy

thesocratespot: 50th Eulogy: Ur Birthday is Ur Death Day 12 Midnight have no cake no candles no music Wait  can hear frogs croaking the ceiling...

50th Eulogy


Ur Birthday is Ur Death Day

12
Midnight
have no cake
no candles
no music

Wait 

can hear frogs croaking
the ceiling fan seems fine
im inside my room
thinking poetry  

No friends
No Family
No Humans

Just 

Vodka

White light 

Crazy motor sounds 

Chorus  

Street dogs barking

Ur HBD song

Bark, bark, bark
Screetch
Howlm hoooowlll

Sounded like ’52’s
blues

was reading
Somerset Maugham

The Human Bondage

While the Booker Prize
Winner
Han Kang’s
The Vegetarian
Hung around

With equal
Pressure    

Silence

I’m listening to the frogs
hearing the dogs 

It’s a lonely world
Living inside loneliness

200 on FB
100 linkedin
50 on whatsapp
10 on this
20 on that
1 on BB

Have a family of
3
Friends
2
None today  


Sriram 

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter M : There's more to Annie

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter M : There's more to Annie: Sorry Friends. Was a deep personal chasm that made me take a decision to pull the plug on Annie. But hope is still around - will look at wa...

AAUW : Chapter M : There's more to Annie

Sorry Friends. Was a deep personal chasm that made me take a decision to pull the plug on Annie. But hope is still around - will look at ways to bring her back .

Sriram

Monday, March 28, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXX : The journey through Pakistan...

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXX : The journey through Pakistan...: Annie liked the wobble of the train, the way it shook her shoulders, as she sat reading her Dostoyevsky. Rosie was sleeping and so w...

AAUW : Chapter LXXX : The journey through Pakistan to Istanbul


Annie liked the wobble of the train, the way it shook her shoulders, as she sat reading her Dostoyevsky.

Rosie was sleeping and so was Daniel. These were long days. Travelling across some of the most untravelled zones of the world. Pakistan was an experience she cherished, she had a mix of people, some so good she thought you could give your life for them, others so erudite ( quoting, Ghalib, Khusrau, Qayyam they were virtual encyclopaedias of Islamic thought and literature ) and there were others Aristocrats proud of their legacy with a large Diaspora living outside Pakistan – England, Dubai, Americas even France, Spain, Portugal and Belgium they were all over and that too for nearly 2 centuries – Annie loved Karachi, Lahore, Islamabad and Peshawar – reminded her so much of her days in Calcutta.

Stiff, crowded, smell of food all over, intellectual, fun loving and people and people and people – one could just sit and watch people. Except Islamabad - that reminded her so much about cold war and its menacing military mystiques - But her heart was more inclined to find the soul of the muslim rebel, she wanted to know the mind, the motivation and get to the root of the angst burning – what made them so dangerous ? so suicidal ? so misanthropists?

That’s when she met Zahir.

Zahir was a son of a rich Pakistani family that hailed from Baluchistan but settled in Sindh in Pakistani Punjab. He was a research scholar on Islamic thought and literature, young, impressionable but handsome when he had an argument.

Zahir was tall, very fair, thick long black hair, sharp nose a prominent jaw, lean physic that he carried off very casually. He knew the effect that he had on people but he preferred to keep a very low profile. 
Preferred debates and a solution to – what he called the 5th war of the Roses .
Zahir, like Annie and Daneil and Rossie , was a world wide traveller – had explored several cultures and was well versed with English, Spanish, German and French. He could speak world literature like others spoke about tea and coffee.

Annie knew that if ever she had anyone who could get to understand her urge to understand the root of ‘muslim angst’ ( a research project she had identified as a part of her new book ) then it could be Zahir.                     

Annie, Daniel, Rossie had invited Zahir to travel along with them to Istanbul. Since Zahir had other engagements he promised meet them at the Istanbul University.
Where Daniel was also contracted to perform and manage a fusion music symphony of Turkish sufi music artist and the Royal Philharmonic band from UK – recreating the story of the Balkans.

They built Istanbul after all.

Zahir was excited and had queried isn’t that forgotten history ? ever since Istanbul was seized by the Ottomans ?       

Daniel in his own quite style just smiled, looking at Annie.


Friday, March 25, 2016

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXX : Relationship is a Journey, th...

thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXX : Relationship is a Journey, th...: Rosie and Annie were on a trip across what was organised as a walk through the world of Islamic art and Literature. They were travelling a...

AAUW : Chapter LXX : Relationship is a Journey, they may have accidents

Rosie and Annie were on a trip across what was organised as a walk through the world of Islamic art and Literature. They were travelling across Pakistan ( Karachi, Lahore, Peshawar & Islamabad ) , then onto Quetta and Kabul, moving through Mongolia, Turkeministan before ending up in Turkey.  

It was a long journey, but both had agreed to travel by road rather than fly. They entered Pakistan, their first leg, through the Wagah border. Their agents had arranged a series of Litt., fests for them to participate enroute.

They had invited Daniel too. But Daniel accepted to only perform his musical output across select cities that Rosie and Annie were visiting, refused to travel by road.       
Invariably Annie pushed Rosie and Daniel to discuss anything and everything while she made notes – during one such session Annie pushed them to discuss ‘Spiritualism’ – just when they were visiting the Babar’s tomb in Kabul - and to her delight the debate soon became an animated conversation.  

Rosie : The thing about human relationships is that they are all frail and filled with potential accidents. You meet, you love, you laugh, you even cook together – all fine, sooner or later, you may face an accident capable of changing the entire equation. Suddenly the truth is you are no longer compatible, this could be as sudden as the way your relationship started in the very first place – most relationships start with an accident and abruptly with an accident.
Daniel : But, one may ask about Mom & Dad ? they have been married for 50 years ? and still manage a smile ? well, they just have quietly survived several such accidents and yet said , so what ? let’s keep walking.
Rosie : But then that of relationship is a dying breed.
Daniel : Bold, passionate, rebellious, experimental with a sense of revolt and anger built in. Rules are broken, promises are susceptible to subterfuge, faith, loyalty, trust become theoretical  – but no matter what when it comes to commitment of survival – the unsaid rule is we are in it together and we will walk together – if not holding hands – at least sleeping in the same room, together.
Rosie : Materialism is a strange bedfellow among married couples but its corollary is even more strange.  
Daniel : And then there’s spirituality.
Rosie : ( Smiling ) In a material world, spirituality is like a coffee shop. It’s like Starbucks without coffee but replaced with Yoga or a Choir – spirituality too is packaged in the hands of a stylista - the guru is a rock star, an expert gymnast, good at mouthing popular rhetoric, she has a make up room, an air-conditioned vanity van, a fair bit of abracadabra and she makes all the right noises, grooms herself well, has no problems wearing a Rolex, relaxing by the 5 star pool, nursing a vodka shot or visiting the local pub with her disciples just to ensure she has a huge following – she thrives on demagoguery and exploiting stereotypes – all in the name of god.
Daniel : For the uninitiated, that’s a scam. For the guru and the disciples it’s materialism at work. Spirituality is but an excuse.
Rosie : So what is it? Is there anything called true spirituality ?
Daniel : Spirituality used to be a sacred space
Rosie : Ok
Daniel : It was a mechanism of discovering the divine
Annie : Hmmm ( both turn around and smile at her )
Rosie : Divine is such a collective cacophony ! What’s divine really ?
Daniel : In my opinion there’s divine about divine. The feeling is as good as Stephen Hawking theorising the galaxy using physics or a rhetorical yogi expounding the mystery of the Universe – except Stephen Hawking spends hours and years to research, work out mathematical theorems and challenge stalwarts of quantum Physics to develop a new theory of the Universe with no real material expectations.
The Yogi guru’s simply carry out a series of gymnastic exercises and some very contemporary rhetoric to ensure they have a fairly large access to the material world.                       
To me someone like Stephen Hawking is probably is more spiritual than the even the greatest of the great spiritual guru.
Annie : Why are most spiritual gurus so effeminate ? so pancy and so self righteous ? so full of themselves ? why do spiritual gurus detest dissent ? Why do they hate critics? Hate questions about their personality or character ? why do they always end up as sexual predators ?
Rosie looked at Daniel and waited for his reply
Daniel : Position of power can be a great aphrodisiac. And the role of naïve human’s in search of enlightenment can manifest itself into a sort of ‘ spiritual concubinism’ – the devotee and guru turning lovers is but a natural benefit for both.          
Rosie : ( taking a cue from Daniel )
So essentially the spiritual guru is a polygamous, sex addict. Has charisma, rhetoric, gymnastic expertise along with power.
In such an environment is the devotee or are the devotees willing lambs ?

Daniel : Beyond doubt

That's when Annie announced to her Husband Rosie and her dear friend Daniel that she was soon to join a Reiki group once she returns to India - both Rosie and Daneil were too stunned to react. 

AAUW: Chapter LXV : Pappillon

Eavesdropping on a conversation between 2 people. C’mon join me, let’s play god.  

Hola  
Hola ( sleepy )
Como estas ?
Asi Asi
y? tu ?
Mui Bien
Wow
Hahaha
Wot ? ( English )
Est aburidda
Uh oh
Que puedo hacer porti ?
Nada
Oh por que ?
Nada
Por que ??
Nada nada
Que haces ? tey ayudo?
( silence )
Hola hola ? hay algun problema ?
( silence )
Esta tu mujer te late ?
Hahahaha
Hehehe    

 Nada mas hahaha…  

Thursday, March 24, 2016

thesocratespot: thesocratespot: AAUW: Chapter LXIV : The Dickensia...

thesocratespot: thesocratespot: AAUW: Chapter LXIV : The Dickensia...: thesocratespot: AAUW: Chapter LXIV : The Dickensian Monologue : The sound of a mosque in the backdrop And a man Getting out of a creak...

thesocratespot: AAUW: Chapter LXIV : The Dickensian Monologue

thesocratespot: AAUW: Chapter LXIV : The Dickensian Monologue: The sound of a mosque in the backdrop And a man Getting out of a creaky bed. Ah! Fuck ! Why did I wake up? ask me how much I d...

AAUW: Chapter LXIV : The Dickensian Monologue

The sound of a mosque
in the backdrop
And a man
Getting out of a creaky bed.
Ah! Fuck !
Why did I wake up?
ask me how much I dread to wake up these days?
No, no its not about the mosque … no …
you know especially when the household goes quiet ?
you wake up alone not knowing what to do
after the initial morning rigmaroles
with sounds of people getting ready to go to office?
You are jobless and others are not
Susan and Harry had already left to work.
I woke up since I couldn’t control my shit.
In my head.
Why do you have to wake up ?
when you don’t have a fucking reason to ? wake up?  
But you wake up when you can’t control
your morning shit.  
In the head.
All along I hear a large number of other voices
trying to make themselves heard in the background
She was primary among them
That voice calling out a name ‘Sam’ ( with a longish ‘a’ )
followed by a question
‘you there’ ?
The sound keeps fading in
and fading out
there is also a voice
of a very young girl child
talking ( maybe over mobile phone ? )
in Hindi
repeatedly asking the question
‘ab kya hua?
Kya hum adventure pey nahi jaarey ?
this little girl child’s voice
too keeps fading in
and fading out
and merges with other noises
in the backdrop
most of the sounds are feminine
except one lone male voice
other than mine
I’m the protagonist
In this Dickensian monologue
all voices only call out
one name ‘Sam’
with different intonations
I sit on my potty
Wondering
Why did i wake up ?


Sunday, March 20, 2016

AAUW: Chapter : LXIII : question everything, ridicule everything ... my dear Aristotle, dearest Aristophanes

"en est tous des sauvages"
went the poster -
a wooden board -
left dangling
on a hanging man's
chest

On the movie screen
they chose french
as the
sauvages

the vicitm
a pawnee

he was left hanging
on a tree branch
so high

yet
the image of the
hanging man's body
seemed to make
each one of us
cringe
looking at the hanging
body

Feel ashamed, low
depraved.

Depraved
of the one quality
we all are striving for

civility
respect
dignity
to every human
we meet
every stranger
we cross
every life
form we encounter

And yet
we are failing
and failing
and failing

despite 2 milleniums
2 MILLENIUMS !!!
2000 YEARS !!!

Of our civilisation !!

we still have within us
pockets
that are as backward
or sometimes
even worse
than what we were
2000
years ago

we still have people
leaders
thinkers
faithfull
believers
who want
nothing short
of
annihilation

wither brother ?

how long ?


Friday, March 18, 2016

AAUW Chapter LXII : death of ideology = death of philosophy ? - Annie & Rosie chat


Rosie : wither , huh? ok!

literature ? it has survived( Pamuk & Co are certainly working hard ) they seem to have a fair supply of angst to grind ... and cinema ? oh! Cinema has , it has (oh awesomely) ... and what about the muses and bards ? what about poetry ? Oh! Poetry too ! man poetry !!! too ! to a certain extent managed the darwinian crisis;

But philosophy ? ... tch tch tch ...poor, poor Philosophy ...poor...poor...philo... hmmm... its dead man, dead !

Don't agree ? well tell me something - whatever , wherever can we find a contemporary Socrates, Plato, Descartes , Kant or even say a Aurobindo, a UG or Jiddu ?? at least a 'Gibran?

Annie : No chance!

Rosie : but hey! hang on ... somehow i have a feeling its actually something else ...something much more complex that's at work ... ok let me enlighten you guys ... philosophy has always been distinctly lead by 'Sociology' and 'Sociology' in turn was the surrogate mother of what we have come to call as 'ideology' ...

But wither ideology ? ideologies ????

Annie : Dead man! Dead !!!!

Marx & Engels man!! you guys may have had it a little skewed but even skewed ideologies can spawn great philosphy ...

Rosie : But what happens when even skewed ideologies (i am talking about birth of new 'thought', thoughts that are capable of ...) too is dead? ( ok,skewed fundamentalism or skewed hegemony is not equivalent to the kind of skewed ideology i am referring to )...and no, no lets not talk about technology and dotcom and facebook etc.,) ...

Annie : So, why ? how? how did we come to this ...?

Could it be attributed to a certain lack of "any" new sociological crisis ? ( or you may even term it as a super successful form of some good quality super wool thrown on all the worlds senses that seems to be at work )?

but we do have several crisis ...war, strife, terrorism, fundamentalism and so on - almost like what it was - but yet ...hmmm...yet ...'philosophical thought' ? DEAD .

And this despite Sociology thriving...(we are as didived as we always were) ...but ...what the ??? we are still face to face with a crisis ...a social crisis...

The death of philosophy ? am i sounding judgemental ?

Rosie : maybe ... but something certainly is at work and something else is certainly dead .

And the corollary - could be a little more worrisome - the demise may also mean that human mind is completely dead too ! hmmm yeah ...totally ...nothing new is true - nothing true is new !!!

Annie : hahahaha 

thesocratespot: Ode to man

thesocratespot: Ode to man: Ultimately is man the answer ? to all of mankinds problems ? issues? I am the adventurer the explorer and I'm the one taking ...

Ode to man


Ultimately is man the answer ?
to all of mankinds problems ?

issues?

I am the adventurer
the explorer
and
I'm the one
taking the risks

I walk the peak
no mountain
can speak

Alaska

Here I come

I travel to the South pole
and then tomorrow
I'm walking to the North
pole

I will face blizzards
fight the grizzly's
combat death

Like a revenant
return

I will

brave the ocean
surivive a storm
starve to feed
fight to elevate

Like a revenant
i return
i will

Fly beyond
to walk on the moon
then land on Mars

return

I will

Like a revenant
I keep
my spirit alive

Free will

But never allow a moment
to stop exploring

Is man the
greatest ?

Greater than
his mother ?
his love?
his heart ?

Is man's passion
at the bottom of
progress ?

At the bottom
 of life ?

When death comes
I already know
how to live

on raw meat
fight nature
beat vengeance
burn money
and yet spare
the planet ?