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.


   

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.


                 

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.

      

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