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Friday, March 18, 2016

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 ?






Sunday, November 29, 2015

AAUW : Book 1 : Chapter LX : Praecipuus : Origen


Annie & The Underworld : Her Search , Her Want 

Annie's mind was floating, delirious and feverish. She was coughing crazy, but her mind was racing ...crazy visuals of quarrels and verbal duels crossed her mind... she was back in Harvard ... shouting her lungs out ...
 
Bernstein , Annie's mentor and guide at Harvard was bleeding red skin , he was livid .

His ward and student par excellence was challenging every word , every statement of his in a manner that he had never ever been challenged or questioned before, every statement Annie asked and he answered met with a sense of vehemence and objection that seemed more personal than intellectual challenge , seemed to be like a confrontation of ideals, ideas, history, philosophy everything - morality, ethics, god, divinity, birth, after birth, death , after death, near death , humanism, capitalism, economic theory or the class struggle - everything seemed unconvincing to Annie , her question was " Have you lived it Bernie " ? have you lived the life of morality ? to answer the question ' What's morality '? and have you experienced life of the so called 'immorality'? Have You ? Have you been there ?Actually in the moment ? Fuck all that Aristotle, Plato, Origen, Clement of Alexandria and such crap ... !!

Talk Philosophy that you've lived out - both ends . Don't just teach.

Bernstein fired out ... keeping up a mock livid face , serious enough but firm and assertive yet soft as he hissed out the owrds ' Get out Annie , Get out '  Live that Philosphy and then return when you think you're done with it, Harvard might still take you in. Now , vanish.

Bernstein lifted his leg and made a mock gesture of kicking Annie on her arse ... Annie in her own livid manner stomped out - both thought this was just banter, but both were wrong.

But somehow this time - Annie decided to actually plunge in. Just drop out and walk out of Harvard, she was bored of all that first class flying and all that anyways.

Annie promised to return before his death . Let me live every element you just teach, all your theories seem so phony without someone living them out , I think Philosophy needs a real life reboot.

Annie was unconscious but she could smile at her audacity , her foolishness , her naive walk out from Harvard .

Here she was in Sonagachi , Kolkata, the worlds largest brothel settlement , a Harvard drop out who settled down to an anonymous life of a dancing, prancing, sex selling bengali prostitute, living it out testing her ultimate resilience about morality, such was her resolve to live the life to check all the past testaments of Philosophy published, debated or condemned.



       

Sunday, October 25, 2015

AAUW : Book 1 : Chapter LIX : Darwinia Myopica : Trashing the Darwinian world ...



Chapter LIX
Darwinia Myopica    : Schezophrenic dream zone  



Annie was in dream zone , she was told poor Darwin may have been wrong . She was just returning after a lecture session on ‘House Lizards’ @ Conference hosted and sponsored by The Nature Magazine … “ house lizards follow a culture that’s primarily influenced and lead by their staple food- insects and pests – and that preference seems to have evolved from a deeply devastating ‘existential crisis’ Annie’s dream dreamt on … ‘ she was in this old balcony on the 3rd floor of an old, ancestral house, built by brick, mortar and teak wood ( the floors,  the ceiling , the pillars , the furniture et al were all classy polished wood ) the visual dream had just the right kinda light ( slightly golden ) , electricity was around but it old tungsten ensconced inside a whitish ceramic lamp shade… even the electric holders looked they belonged an era of her childhood… “ the lizards are gracious animals , while all lizards have to survive on pests they are extremely generous and accommodative esp in situations where the supply of pests are limited … in a video Annie showed there were 3 lizards… one that looked like a male, fairly large , the second one sleek and slim but yet fairly large, and then a third that was small and tiny yet very active… the big ones were initially the epitome of calm the slim one once in a while twirled her tail while watching the bigger male … all of them were watching out for a pest to land anywhere that they could go and stick their tongues out and have a quick meal … as Annie continued to run the video the conference attendees noticed that the moment a “pest appeared” the first to rush to the pest were the two big lizards ( all 3 were located almost in a right angled triangular space facing each other from a few feet apart )  and then suddenly the slimmer one stopped and allowed the fatter one to gobble the pest … the video clearly showed that the sacrifice was not out of fear but out of sheer ‘deference’ … and the best part was the video capturing the ‘smallest among them all moving out gracefully ‘ …  the whole video established that ‘lizards were partriarchical … and they were capable of maintaining a hierarchy and a culture… Annie’s dream intensified itself… she was now on a railing somewhere on Brigade road, Bangalore …. Smoking pot and watching people … she was told by her dream that to say “ all humans evolved from ‘man the monkey’ was beginning to sound archaic, suddenly her dream world started throwing faces some looked like birds, some others looked like leopards, a few looked like elephants and to Annie’s surprise and shock some faces were very familiar – so she started giving each one of them a ‘nom de plume’ ome became a deer, another became a hippo, one more became a Giraffe …it went on … she reminded herself she was dreaming …but yet the sequence continued … la Noah’s ark with Darwin churning a new alchemy of human evolution … monkey alone wasn’t the one to walk straight up … it was actually a set of big birds … real big birds … Annie was seen screaming …

The nurses in the hospital rushed as Dannie watched , Helplessly.



Friday, October 23, 2015

Love , Wreck and Philosphy : Annie and the Underworld , Chapter LXVIII


Love , Wreck and Philosphy : Annie and the Underworld , Chapter LXVIII 

Annie and Rossi were at it again, this time the argument was about the idea of evil and its coexistence . The topic swirled from Christian theosophy, various world religions, God and Plato.

Names of Philosophers flew from each others arguments, they were thrown at each other like they were sharp, ninja weapons with an objective to severely hurt the other person - without the intention of killing each other – Nietzsche, Husserl, Hume, Hegel , Kant, Marx, Freud, Jung all of them emerged and disappeared, the question or the opposing views between the two was the very definition of Evil – to Rossi , a free thinker with partial leftist leanings , Evil simply did not exist, as evil was popularly defined and thought, to Annie it was meaningless to redefine evil, to her evil remained an horrific human scourge, a disease, that required civilised society to step forward,  identify every possible strategic means to eradicate and Annie wasn’t convinced about any of the current global efforts, in fact she condemned almost all those efforts too ! For her the deeper understanding of Evil, its psychological aspects, its deepest motivations and triggers,  in all its  dimensions and manifestations in the Human society was an essential search for ‘truth’ as a contemporary Philosopher.

For Annie , ideas of Freedom, Liberty, Free Will were meaningless – Annie felt that evil was all pervasive in her words large parts of human society were overtly, covertly or subtly suppressed and governed by Evil. For rossi it was human naivety basically, the differing views between the two was wafer thin, but yet when they argued it became a confrontation of two aggressive titans, rossi ridiculed the mind that continued to view ‘Evil’ as a stereotype of human behaviour rather than view it as an archetype, so for rossi, the problem was not the actors of evil acts or the actors of evil thoughts it was basically the very perception, for Annie it was a waste of time redefining – for her it was the process of evolution and its sublimation that mattered .

Annie said : Fuck the definitions , the stereotypes etc etc Rossi just let us talk about Philosophy taking up a leadership role, to help mankind, identify means to sublimate and heal evil.

Rossi retorted : Stop being stupid and ideologically naïve, how the fuck do you expect the world of Philosophy to deliver any concrete progress on ‘Evil’ while keeping ‘evil’ predefined ? as ‘evil’ ? absolute rubbish !

Annie ( Livid ) : Who do you think you are Robinson Crusoe ? the only man alive on an island ? happily sodomising his man Friday ? and then arguing with his imaginary god to redefine sodomy ? Sodomy is sodomy , enough thinkers have debated it, defined it and accepted it as a deviant behaviour and then comes one Rossi questioning a millennium of human thought … oh ! fuck you Rossi … fuck you … don’t give me that crap …

Rossi : Well, fuck you too Annie , and fuck all your fucking philosophers , who, like you … are stuck in the claustrophobic world of archaic thought and rigid manuscripts , if you ask me that seems like the very definition of the problem facing contemporary philosophy – you think there’s nothing more to define – you are slaves of the thought that ‘nothing true is new, nothing new is true’ ! You morons have completely twisted the very basis of the Socratic aphorism , twisted it beyond redemption – What Socrates really meant was ‘ You know Nothing’ as a premise to start a dialectic ? Did he not say …

Annie ( interrupting Rossi ) : Question everything ?

Rossi : No , doubt about ‘reality’ , that what we think is reality is probably “twice” removed ?? that this chair before it was crafted into this chair was probably a different chair that the carpenter conceived and the whole ‘conception’ cold have doubtful origins, let’s talk about that …   

Annie : there goes Mr. Complexity ! people like you specialise in complicating ideas, you mystify  what’s has been already demystified long back, what has been simplified over several thousand years of human intellectual progress ( Annie, delivered this part with a huge amount of contempt and ridicule knowing fully well that that would surely get Rossi’s goat, get him hopping mad because the tone questioned Rossi’s knowledge and intelligence while simultaneously hinting and touching upon several other historical events registered in the minds of two )    

Rossi [ reacting ] : Annie’s provocation had its desired effect , rossi stood up in controlled rage while simultaneously throwing a book he was reading across the room, the book just flew like it was a captured bird being thrown out, he pushed his chair hard [ the chair turned turtle with a thud ] and all his actions were pointing towards a finale that he was about to stage a walk out …

Annie : ( Wasn’t letting go of Rossi so easily … ) “I knew you did not have all that’s required to complete your argument and your best response would be to walk out” – she was speaking to Rossi with him facing her back , Annie knew exactly what was happening , she knew everything that Rossi was doing even if she wasn’t facing him ) 

Rossi Responded , his tone was already loud but now it was even more louder  “ I would rather walk out than indulge in this verbal sling match that seems more oriented towards personal attacks and vilification” Annie responded “ …truth is a bitter pill to swallow” Rossi spat back “ remember that statement can swing on both sides” now it was clear Rossi too had decided to stoop he too used the insinuation weapon and soon all the intellectual dust and storm created by two people confronting each other’s intellectual polarity was getting mixed up, in a murky sewage drain and thickening, settling down to an element resembling something more darker, uglier “ Annie turned around, anger clearly pounding out and hissed ‘what do you mean ?? what are you insinuating ? you cheap fucking sonofabitch? What tricks are you using to win your argument ? you want to win this argument by suggesting ‘I’m a whore ? ‘ Rossi responded with equal anger  ‘Yes, you are one, you are such a bitch !! Rossi uttered the last word placing a huge amount of stress on even the least stressed syllables ’                      
  
             
As often their argument could go for days or even months , this one was now about 3 months and yet no signs of showing any kind of slowing down – Annie and Rossi , 2 intelligent, evolved individuals , each had access to a certain kind power and influence - through their wide, global network of people who admired them - they were mutually concerned about the existence of evil in society, committed to go out there and put all the required efforts to try give their all to diagnose an intensely emotional global problem that was currently the most debated among almost every contemporary student and scholar of Philosophy – but, alas, it looked like the two were themselves victims of a mind that permitted and provided all fertility and nutrition required for the growth of that very same sense – evil .


Their feelings for each other , the emotional space they shared for each other, was beginning to show an intensity and intention that of two minds perpetuating evil than diagnosing it.                  

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Q

Socrates said question
everything

Aristophane said
ridicule everything

Plato  said
stay cynical

Aristotle said
stay inquisitive

My mind
said

don't be infatuated

if


laugh was known as cry
cry was known as
not laugh

if

I was known as
not you
and you were known as
that
other someone

If

life was known as death
and death was known as
just the absence of
life

if

root was the tree
and the tree was just
a manifestation
of the root

then earth would be
sky
sky would be earth

if
you will be me

yet
I'll not be you

Sriram
Dedication : X0

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

identity is a deterrence




Identity thru deterrence
Vs
Identity thru
Inference

Insecurity feeds
Deterrence

Stop
Don’t
No

Are the traffic signals

Try a
Cage
Your own
Intellectual cage
And prance
Chant

Stop
Don’t
No

kakautuewoujwqadskc ( radio break , cacophony ) 

Inference too
starts
insecure

uses it

As an existential
inspiration

Questions of
Success and Failure
has to be
first
crushed
crushed

then you
see
So what ?
Why not ?
What if ?

Plan B
revealed
the
the eye
of the fish 

Un grilled 
 
Sriram
Dedication : 1

Monday, October 12, 2015

That end : that forgotten anthology

Those days
every thing was ferried

even a motor vehicle
worked
like a ferry

It was just like the
river water boat

Goats, Cows
People

Vegetables, fruits
flowers

All travelled

in one
heap

Some privileged 
managed
sitting
chairs

Others
just
squatted

Only the
privileged smoked

But,
brahmins
held
smoking
as an immoral
right


two were a married
couple
one coy
the other
stoic

The coy one
wasn't coy after all
she knew
her father owned
the Chevrolet

She also knew
her family owned
Dodge
was just
behind

All classy
polished teak wood
body
steel iron wheels
black rubber tyres
with brass plates
on the bonnet

Alas they were
all black
otherwise 

Unlike her own
smooth, brown skin

She had big eyes
accentuated by
carbon wax
that she wore
thick
making her look
more mature
than her real age

her thin hands
unsucked lips
matchstick like
legs

gave away
the truth

she was just a
pre teen
child

It was her wedding
party
travelling
to her
new found man's
old village


Just beneath
the Nelliyambathi
mountian
range 

Both the vans
were well
prepared

the booty
had
the crank shaft
20" jute ropes
big, wide
sheets
pulleys
and hooks


tools
to pull
the Dodge
the Chevrolet
from muddy
tropical roads

besides
Spare Exide
batteries
Bosch plugs
Big Gasoline
cans
and all






She came from
a family
that was inspiration
to many

People treated
her father
with the greatest
of reverence

Her forehead
was used
to being
addressed
as the daughter
of the 
the respected
one

But they did
have their fall
they did
have their
struggles

Just outside
their
family mansion
as they roamed
half naked 


Soon
she recovered
becoz
she even was
witness, when
a few family
elephants
assembled

all tusks
and ivory

bedecked
with plated
gold
on their foreheads

The mahouts
her family
mahouts 
barked

and the elephants
responded
with full
throttle

when they
launched
Dunlop & Goodyear
tyres
just a few years
before her
marriage 

Back in the
50's


She loved it
when it rained
her family jalopy
braved it all

It could get
heavy
real heavy

That's when the
hood used
to simply give up

Then
It was shrieks
all around

The driver
swerved
with the steering
hating nature
that tested
his supreme
driving skill

His hat
moustache
and his
cotton coat
too
surrendered
to the
monsoon
rage

With no
shelter around
He just had to
stop
flash floods
that could wash them
all away
were his worst fears

As he
watched
water
gushing
wind blowing
thunder
thundering
light, sound
thunder 

Half closed eyes
braving the monsoon
rage 

She watched
as Umbrellas
flew

Her expensive
wedding silk
was drenched

Her stoic
companion
now her husband

kept looking at her
but couldn't
speak much
his silken
wardrobe
milk white
skin
all
looked
wet and
emaciated
 
The wind
the rain
was howling

And people from the
village
who knew
them
from their
marriage

Smiled
from a distance

She sensed
her
man
didn't like it

one bit

As his family
and kin
cursed

an omen
she would
come to dread

the dread
of an
ancient Indian
bride

Sriram 

Reminiscence : 1 


 


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Mind walk


when the mind's
walking

It doesn't rest

stop the mind
stop the mid 


I know
i swear

stop the mind
stop the mind

poor bethals
they
will

stop the mind
stop the mind
 
I will
I'm

death of thought
triggers
idea of life

stop the mind
stop the mind

rest, rest, rest

Someone thumped
the desk remained
stoic
as wood

why ?
Why should the mind
stop walking ?

stop the mind
stop the mind

Who says
stop the
mind ?

stop the mind
stop the mind

Rest ?
arrest ?
slow ?
Cut ?

cut the mind
cut the mind


Control ?

control

Control ?
Whom ?
What ? 

Create

Don't murder

Take a walk 


Sriram
Dedication : 3



Retrospection : completed

Listen :
past / is the only
thing / alive

the only thing : real

they say
or said :
build a house
and you'll
know

manage a
marriage
and you'll
know

Its all that

in the past
i lived
u lived

i built
u did
but yet :
u did not

I built concrete
and you said 
You speak
poetry?
smirk

Someone was asking
where art God ?
Its a long story

Stop trying
to cut it short

the clock
is ticking

Sriram
dedication : 2




 


Where deviance is abnormal

I wish \ went
lament ;
So I asked my mom :
asked my wife :
my son :
neighbors were spared  :
sought some friends \
someone said
google
then I heard


CLICK
the switch
and a crimson light bulb
turned itself on
in low voltage
turned orange, red
magenta

wobbly bulb
blew its fuse
and laughed and laughed and laughed
while continuously
washing its hands
and then
gargling \ loud
turned
hollow eyes
open
the apartment became
the forest
labyrinthine
3 bedrooms
and a hall
kitchen couldn't
cook
anything further

Keep washing
Hands need
washing

So mind
will remain
clean 

Sriram
a dedication   





 



Thursday, June 18, 2015

Retrospection - LXVII

Rossie allowed his mind to continue to reminisce his thoughts about Annie , while wondering where on earth he was , recollecting that he was somewhere in Nagaland , in the extreme Northeastern part of the Indian sub continent , once his location became clear his mind switched back to his reminiscence about Annie, here was a woman - he thought - and then rephrased his mental query' what the fuck ? Is wrong with her ? With that inner question his mind seemed suddenly going chaotic, as a series of differing inner voices questioned each other debating and countering - who are we to term her decisions , wrong ? While another parallel inner voice seemed to say of course ! with a simultaneous mental repartee countering , " she's now been through 3-4 abusive living relationships, 4 failed marriages, several children across different parts of the world , result of her marriage and other relations across America, Africa, UK, India - and now She' s become the toast of life inside , Sonagachi, Kolkatta !

Rossie's mind continued its inner debate, So ? Asked one more inner voice, of course said another, what the fuck? repeated yet another and Rossie finally decided to step in control , stop you fuckers, Stop !!! As if all the inner voices floating inside his own mind were personalities of an outside society - he mentally responded with a voice full of aggression and anger " I was married to her too , I too have children, now living in Argentina , born out of my marriage with Annie, She was love personified but what screwed our relations was my inability to give her, her freedom - Annie is a free bird , ferociously free and yet kind and patient ... She's capable of taking a huge amount of abuse - verbal, physical, mental, psychological etc - but what she just can't endure is anyone who tries to force her into a certain kind of cultural bracket or a certain kind of social norm or anything that forces her to behave unnatural to her own Inner self , her own free self.

She was proud to be a woman with a free mind and she made that aspect very clear before saying Yes to any marriage.


Coming back to life

When the lights go down ... Was the song that I last heard before I slipped into that long sleep...I also remembered Annie was weeping silently , in her small 4x4 room - actually her brothel - located deep inside the Sonagachi, Kolkatta, she was telling me how she had taken this "avatar" to live out the life of a 'tawaif' ... Just to know that side of the story and how she was enduring the severity of experiences inside that cockpit , she was already an alcoholic while at Harvard but now she had acquired other weird addictions - chewing paan, gutka, kheini, smoking hash and snorting powders of all sorts ... - to me despite her apparent decadence from being the most sought after of Contemporary Philosophers of the world to her current underground status as a regular prostitute at one of the worlds most poetic red light district wasn't really a fall from grace , in fact it added so much more to her persona , to her resolve - to Step out and live out - the Characters that captured her imagination , characters who represented some of her deepest philosophical questions about "LIFE" about what it meant to be a woman, a wife of a Masai warrior deep inside the jungles of Africa or to be a ' sought after tawaif ' in Sonagachi, that kind of an ability , to just identify a personality and then dive into that life almost effortlessly - demanded guts and resolve and a kind of rare craziness , making you wonder where did she get all that ability from ? What's it that's driving her ? What does she want ? What's her search or research about ? Ultimately where was it all leading to ?

I had asked her all those questions , she was too blown to answer - or so I thought - becoz she did give me a wicked smile to my questions as she touched my hair and twirled it while acting lost, binging on substance abuse. 
Rossie had met Annie a few years ago at the Jaipur literary festival , it was a warm, balmy evening after one of his lectures, Annie too was a speaker , she had just finished an essay about the life and Philosophy of the African Masai's and her experience as a wife of one of the Chieftains, She had married, she had spoken passionately about her Children , about being a hunter, bread winner and home maker inside the African jungles - she was also asked some incisive questions about her sex life with the Masai's , which would have otherwise embarrassed other normal woman - Annie answered the questions with a cool , calm drawl and occasional humour , her answers seemed almost academic but the honesty behind those answers was simply enrapturing - Rossie was besotted at first sight , he considered himself fortunate that they met - just when he had rolled a joint and had stepped out to enjoy smoking pot in the open - Annie was occupying the neighbouring hut , in the same resort they were being hosted. 

Such is life , when you are free - you really experience it. 

It is only when you are free you come back to life - and Annie is Life. 

17 jun 15 

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Juan Dias des Salgados, Jr - post # LVXI



Juan Dias de Salgados, “26” !! Rossie !! ( as he was otherwise called by friends)  introduced himself while also mentioning his “age”, Rossie was a short tempered man, from Argentina, was a Sanskrit & Latin scholar while also being a sought after man in the field of Neo Marxism – a new School of Research funded by the likes of Stanford, Harvard, Cambridge, Oxford and 500 other World renowned Universities that included some of the oldest Universities of Planet Earth covering virtually every Continent, every geographic region and about 300 Countries, over 5000000 communities, provinces, languages, cultures it was a huge, massive project funded by a complex set of Global Socially Responsible funds lead essentially by a new stream belonging to a world wide association of Human Resource Development based in Seattle, USA.
As a child Salgados grew up in India. His parents came from mixed race and ideology – his Father was a Protestant Latin American monk ( who was also a Stanford drop out, having several Research credits to his name) and his mother was from India – he knew very little about her. All he knew was that She was a batch mate of Sr. Salgodos while studying at Stanford, they were not married, but Rossie was conceived and delivered to the world anyways – not that he had any regrets about that.  

Rossie, was a free bird. He was given every space he sometimes did not even demand. He came from a family that had its contribution to the South American identity – that’s what he was told, by his Father and his huge entourage of brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts et al – that they were landlords owning estates of Coffee, Cocoa, Timber, Grapes he was told they were also owners of mines - Gold, Diamond and several other metals – the influence of the Salgados family stretched across the globe – within the geographica of Chile, Columbia, Argentina, Peru, Brazil, Uruguay etc, they were the invisible Corporate mafia – basically in the Americas and beyond many of their family members were legends.        

     Jr. Salgodos wasn’t really interested in all his wealth, he was more into deep research, he referred to be known as a scholar and his pet research was on the idea of Freedom, Liberty, Evolution and allied subjects – he was completely vexed with his protected world and rebelled to the extent of being considered a bohemian by his family.
 As of now Rossie was trying his best to smoothen the process of his arrival and checking into a hotel at Jaipur , India.

He had booked into a random Bed & Breakfast hotel around Central Park , he was being assisted by a clerk who wasn’t exactly dressed to look like an official clerk ( he was wearing a cheap faded torn jean and a Calvin Klein T that had a slogan ‘come hit me’ written in stylish English script, the font so large that it was on your face, and the man wearing the T almost seemed inviting the person reading the slogan to do what the slogan said … but the T clearly looked a fake, so most humans who came face to face with Hrithuraj ( lord of 4 seasons), also 26 ( who was the kind of “ official, unofficial receptionist, house keeper, steward, bell boy, cook, dhobhi, toilet cleaner et al (except manager ) of Karan Niwas Palace Guest House Hotel, MI Road, Jaipur, Rajasthan, India ( considered India’s # 1 tourist destination by numbers after Taj Mahal was the poster Rossie noticed ) – the clerk continued to find the name confounding and absolutely incomprehensible, the problem was Rossie’s bag along with all his official passport and papers were somehow mixed up by his airline when he had landed in New Delhi, while they had profusely apologised for the mishap and promised to make good the mix up ASAP, Rossie had to continue his scheduled journey to the Jaipur Literary Festival to be held at the Capital City of Rajasthan,  a famed desert state, located in India.

He was an invitee to present a brief on his newly published book that took an opposing view of Umberto Eco’s essay on the Absolute and the Relative – he was supposed to be a part of the panel that included the haloed Eco to debate on the topic – Rossie had rejected the offer by the organisers of the Literary festival to manage his stay etc., , he had told them he would prefer to manage it himself ( he hated chauffeured services, he believed that such services lacked reality, they were clearly sanitised to project a certain picture, lacked art, lacked history, people who accepted were basically promised freedom from risk and Rossie felt risk was the essence of truth, so he rejected the organisers   ) – Juan Dias De Salgados, 26, Rossie finally decided to write on the back of a brown envelope that he found lying around the front desk space, he made sure he tore just the piece he required and left the rest – he gave Hrithuraj $50 and simply said take me to a room, we’ll manage the rest.

Hrithuraj flashed a smile so white Rossie almost lost sight, Hrithuraj commanded and almost 4 men came out to help Rossie with his luggage, which was just 1 backpack – Juan Dias De Salgados, 26, checked in – it was a 20 x 20 room, without any A/C’ing ( Rossie said he wanted to check the ‘non ac rooms first’ , he regretted his decision almost immediately ( the temp read 44 degrees centigrade) but yet decided not to revoke his own decision, all the 4 men receded, Salgados kicked the door shut almost as if he was venting his yang, then stripped naked just so that he could breath and think.


Once Salgados took bath ( the cold water shower actually vented out steaming hot water ) Salgados rushed out and screamed at Hrithuraj thru the intercom, Hrithuraj immediately sent another army into Salgados’s room, they all came, made sure of making a mess of Salgodas’s need for hygiene and privacy and then finally fixed things and then left apologising, leaving Rossie completely out of air.                     

Rossie was building a theory that clearly defied accepted concepts of Contemporary Poltical Science, Religion and Socio - Political Dharma. He believed that humans were over estimating the idea od evolution and that the fundamental Philosophy that had built the idea od democracy, liberty, freedom etc. had to be disconnected from its archaic roots and redifined.

He believed the world deserved a new theory of the Republic - which he thought would in turn trigger several new theories of Art, Science, Literature etc., 

He believed the old theories had no idea of the new, contemporary socially networked world- the new technology enabled world lived on the web, and thrived in that space- democracy as a deliverance to free the oppressed was being exploited by a neo set of Political Feudal Elite- Salgodos belived that the UN had to be strengthened and the Freedom might need a a new Global Charter - signed and acknowledged by all the members of the UN - he believed that the new freedom charter had to go into every aspect of Social life - he was proposing new charters covering the idea of Freedom of Speech ( with specific reference to the freedom on the web ), Freedom of Religion, Religious expression, faith, culture etc., Freedom of the Press across media, Limitations needed for a global Politician, Freedom of Expression across art etc., etc., 

Salgodos was a Neo Liberal. He disliked 'relative existence' and felt the world was on the brink of discovering a new degree of the absolute.  

Absolute Existence. 
Break from Conventions
Accept
fresh ideals. 

   

  

Saturday, March 22, 2014

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