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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