Friday, July 5, 2019
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AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: CXXII : Speeding Faster Than Time
AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: CXXII : Speeding Faster Than Time
There was Nothing
To sense, to feel
could just barely see
Was speeding
faster
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
But I had the steering
in Control
I was told
just singularly focus
on the dashboard
So that was my focus
That seconds needle
moving faster than light
thought I just saw
Sunlight
Very briefly
Was speeding faster
than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
But I had the steering
in Control
I was told
just singularly focus
on the dashboard
So that was my focus
Past, Present, Future
meant nothing
Was speeding faster
than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
Had to beat them
and see
far beyond
far beyond
There was nothing to see
Was speeding faster
than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
That's when the forces gathered
time and light
they started moving faster
and faster
they wanted to beat me
my speed
my focus
I shifted gears
and they shifted two
Seemed like an endless
competition
Was speeding faster
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
That's when the forces gathered
time and light
they started moving faster
and faster
Was speeding faster
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
To sense, to feel
Could just barely see
There was Nothing
To sense, to feel
could just barely see
Was speeding
faster
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
But I had the steering
in Control
I was told
just singularly focus
on the dashboard
So that was my focus
That seconds needle
moving faster than light
thought I just saw
Sunlight
Very briefly
Was speeding faster
than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
But I had the steering
in Control
I was told
just singularly focus
on the dashboard
So that was my focus
Past, Present, Future
meant nothing
Was speeding faster
than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
Had to beat them
and see
far beyond
far beyond
There was nothing to see
Was speeding faster
than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
That's when the forces gathered
time and light
they started moving faster
and faster
they wanted to beat me
my speed
my focus
I shifted gears
and they shifted two
Seemed like an endless
competition
Was speeding faster
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
That's when the forces gathered
time and light
they started moving faster
and faster
I was told
to keep going
and going
faster & faster
If you to want win
if you are seeking the beyond
Ahead of time
beyond the speed of light
beware of exhaustion
beware, they had warned
Never feel beaten
Never get exhausted
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
I kept speeding
But There was Nothing
To sense, to feel
Could just barely see
Was speeding faster
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
faster than light
faster than time
Had to
Had to beat them
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
https://www.facebook.com/questthelimits/videos/1144723342377021/?t=67
Listen, I know you are freaking busy and yes you have no interest to read anymore - do you really read anymore ? - you have your Wha'saPP ( my spelling) and your other social media stuff etc., do you really read ? do your Children read ?
Thankfully, the answer is
Your Children are reading and reading and reading
Just like the way we used to to
You are so blind in your own stress
You think, they are missing Asterix or Tintin or Batman etc.,
Duh !
They already have their own new Super Human's of their own !
You guy's are so archaic ! So ancient !
I swear !
Dead Wood ! Like Liz the Queen !
Thankfully, the answer is
Your Children are reading and reading and reading
Just like the way we used to to
You are so blind in your own stress
You think, they are missing Asterix or Tintin or Batman etc.,
Duh !
They already have their own new Super Human's of their own !
You guy's are so archaic ! So ancient !
I swear !
Dead Wood ! Like Liz the Queen !
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
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Listen, I agree this story seems to be meandering and going nowhere and I also agree maybe it doesnt really make any sense, but at one level it can be argued that Hey ! this is a story that's meant to meander , that's meant to float across certain expected contours and mathamatical progressions.
If only life were as linear. And yes, I'm also trying to make some sense of all the shit being thrown around because at the end of the day, do you really ever know what all shit are being thrown at you ? and in how many different forms or shapes or whatever ?
Unless of course one's born as Queen Elizabeth.
But of course !
But then even Queen Liz and fly., know that they are themselves like living wax museum statues, a product of an unsaistanble systemic aberration, whose relavance has already become irrelevant !
Takes me back to the comment Col. Mc Arthur gave to then emperor of Japan after America nuke bombed Japan - instead of apologising to Japan, Col. Arthur directed the emperor of Japan to inform his people that he's also an ordinary citizen and not God incarnation.
While the helpless and demoralised Japanese emperor caved in immediately, many others in similar positions belonging to the european monarchies saw the writing on the wall and made sure the new age political marauders who were shaping the world in the name of change towards DEMOCRACY had room to connive and give european royalty sufficient protection from any form of potential extinction, the reason why Queen Liz remains more imp. to the world even today.
The european allies managed this absolutely incorrigible coup of sustaining their royalty, but yet pushing forward their intensive surge towards democracy while also at the same time carrying forward a highly planned, systematic butchering and dismantling kingdoms across the planet whose startegic base and purpose was propagated by the very same royalty based in europe who were commanding the destruction and dismantling of other competitive royalties across the planet.
It's an indipsutable fact that the european royalties continued to think they would retain most of the Colonies they had built across the planet once the war ended and I think they were justified in such a belief and I also think they continue have a vicarious role in controlling some of the most important and vital Socio-Civilisational aspects of this planet.
Like Meghan Markel ( not sure if that's spelt right , sorry ) driving in a new multi coloured respect for the English royalty ( that had single handedly snuffed out all available wealth & sunshine across the African continent and enriched themselves so immensely that till date an entire continent which was once one of the world's most admirable economies were rendered penniless and continues to live in relative penury till date )
Ok, I will not talk about Catherine the Dutchess of Cambridge.
So, while the American's can take a lot of credit for having resurrected and reined in a mad bull Japan, the manner in which it was subdued remains one of the earth's shocking stories, a story of total lack of human to human empathy, near total and severely impaired lack of comprehension of causal factors of sceintific perversion.
Col. Mc. Arthur and team ruthlessly nuke bombed Japan wherein in one single day within one single moment more life's, more damage, more destruction, more devastation was delivered on innocent life's - massacred en masse, innocents including pregnant mother's, young nubile, happily playing children, human's most innocent were bombed in a manner that the savagery& butchery of the otherwise globally condemned inhuman Nazi fascists almost paled into insignificance - in just one day.
Coming back to royalty, of course they know that they are just the mere blood relations of their forefather's wax statues and portraits hanging from oil & canvass walls layered by centuries of butchery, slavery, colonisation for profit built out of bull dozing and destroying cultural opposites across planet earth - I somehow, still do not believe how the world continues to tolerate and respect them, forgetting the horrors and civilisational destruction carried out by these so called royalties ( can they be tried for human abuses carried out by their forefatther's & mother's ? by the ICJ ? with retrospective punishement ? ) .
Maybe that's an argument that's best lest to be handled Annie, not our forte I guess !
Of course, there are always stories behind stories !
And I'm trying to comprehend why the hell did Annie kill Daniel ?
Listen, I agree this story seems to be meandering and going nowhere and I also agree maybe it doesnt really make any sense, but at one level it can be argued that Hey ! this is a story that's meant to meander , that's meant to float across certain expected contours and mathamatical progressions.
If only life were as linear. And yes, I'm also trying to make some sense of all the shit being thrown around because at the end of the day, do you really ever know what all shit are being thrown at you ? and in how many different forms or shapes or whatever ?
Unless of course one's born as Queen Elizabeth.
But of course !
But then even Queen Liz and fly., know that they are themselves like living wax museum statues, a product of an unsaistanble systemic aberration, whose relavance has already become irrelevant !
Takes me back to the comment Col. Mc Arthur gave to then emperor of Japan after America nuke bombed Japan - instead of apologising to Japan, Col. Arthur directed the emperor of Japan to inform his people that he's also an ordinary citizen and not God incarnation.
While the helpless and demoralised Japanese emperor caved in immediately, many others in similar positions belonging to the european monarchies saw the writing on the wall and made sure the new age political marauders who were shaping the world in the name of change towards DEMOCRACY had room to connive and give european royalty sufficient protection from any form of potential extinction, the reason why Queen Liz remains more imp. to the world even today.
The european allies managed this absolutely incorrigible coup of sustaining their royalty, but yet pushing forward their intensive surge towards democracy while also at the same time carrying forward a highly planned, systematic butchering and dismantling kingdoms across the planet whose startegic base and purpose was propagated by the very same royalty based in europe who were commanding the destruction and dismantling of other competitive royalties across the planet.
It's an indipsutable fact that the european royalties continued to think they would retain most of the Colonies they had built across the planet once the war ended and I think they were justified in such a belief and I also think they continue have a vicarious role in controlling some of the most important and vital Socio-Civilisational aspects of this planet.
Like Meghan Markel ( not sure if that's spelt right , sorry ) driving in a new multi coloured respect for the English royalty ( that had single handedly snuffed out all available wealth & sunshine across the African continent and enriched themselves so immensely that till date an entire continent which was once one of the world's most admirable economies were rendered penniless and continues to live in relative penury till date )
Ok, I will not talk about Catherine the Dutchess of Cambridge.
So, while the American's can take a lot of credit for having resurrected and reined in a mad bull Japan, the manner in which it was subdued remains one of the earth's shocking stories, a story of total lack of human to human empathy, near total and severely impaired lack of comprehension of causal factors of sceintific perversion.
Col. Mc. Arthur and team ruthlessly nuke bombed Japan wherein in one single day within one single moment more life's, more damage, more destruction, more devastation was delivered on innocent life's - massacred en masse, innocents including pregnant mother's, young nubile, happily playing children, human's most innocent were bombed in a manner that the savagery& butchery of the otherwise globally condemned inhuman Nazi fascists almost paled into insignificance - in just one day.
Coming back to royalty, of course they know that they are just the mere blood relations of their forefather's wax statues and portraits hanging from oil & canvass walls layered by centuries of butchery, slavery, colonisation for profit built out of bull dozing and destroying cultural opposites across planet earth - I somehow, still do not believe how the world continues to tolerate and respect them, forgetting the horrors and civilisational destruction carried out by these so called royalties ( can they be tried for human abuses carried out by their forefatther's & mother's ? by the ICJ ? with retrospective punishement ? ) .
Maybe that's an argument that's best lest to be handled Annie, not our forte I guess !
Of course, there are always stories behind stories !
And I'm trying to comprehend why the hell did Annie kill Daniel ?
thesocratespot: thesocratespot: thesocratespot: AAUW : Reasoning V...
thesocratespot: thesocratespot: thesocratespot: AAUW : Reasoning V...: thesocratespot: thesocratespot: AAUW : Reasoning Vs Enlightenment Vs Rational Vs The Irrational Annie was on a wild trip with her doctor...
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thesocratespot: thesocratespot: AAUW : Reasoning Vs Enlightenment Vs Rational Vs The Irrational
Annie was on a wild trip with her doctor, her Schezophrenic element had overpowered almost everyone at the clinical dorm room where she was being kept under control.
In her rage she almost would have killed , brutally murdered at at least a few dozen human's within a fraction of minutes, if not seconds, even fifteen to twenty people at the SCARF - Schezophrenic Research Foundation of India, HQ'd @ Madras ( Chennai ).
SCARF incidentally is founded by Dr. Sarada Menon, a stalwart and pioneer of India's progress at treating mental illness with dignity, finesse and global class attention, SCARF is one of India's foremost Institute's established to treat extreme abnormanilities related to human rationality, it is recognised & reckoned as being amongst the best of the best in its field by the WHO and such other global instituitions.
Annie was admitted after her parents who had come to visit her at her Chennai residence, were suddenly attacked physically by her, they had come visiting to spend time with her but as soon as they had rung the bell at her plush Poes Garden residence and an usher opened the door they could hear Annie hurling abuses at a very high pitch and soon She they had baseball bats, chairs and all sorts of stuff being thrown at them.
Poes Garden, Chennai, incidentally is currently known to be the residence of one of the most despotic, mentally and politically retarded suburb of Chennai, unfortunately presided by some of the most powerful people who rule the state of Tamilnadu - equivalent of Washington DC controlled and driven by the corrupt and the most corrupt.
You just need to step in and you know it is made corrupt wealth.
But, now we are not here to make any motherhood statements, we need to get our focus back, How did Annie end at SCARF ?
Toleration was given up when Annie started beating up her just arrived parents and everyone around with rage and abuse with six inch size bamboo canes
Annie was on a wild trip with her doctor, her Schezophrenic element had overpowered almost everyone at the clinical dorm room where she was being kept under control.
In her rage she almost would have killed , brutally murdered at at least a few dozen human's within a fraction of minutes, if not seconds, even fifteen to twenty people at the SCARF - Schezophrenic Research Foundation of India, HQ'd @ Madras ( Chennai ).
SCARF incidentally is founded by Dr. Sarada Menon, a stalwart and pioneer of India's progress at treating mental illness with dignity, finesse and global class attention, SCARF is one of India's foremost Institute's established to treat extreme abnormanilities related to human rationality, it is recognised & reckoned as being amongst the best of the best in its field by the WHO and such other global instituitions.
Annie was admitted after her parents who had come to visit her at her Chennai residence, were suddenly attacked physically by her, they had come visiting to spend time with her but as soon as they had rung the bell at her plush Poes Garden residence and an usher opened the door they could hear Annie hurling abuses at a very high pitch and soon She they had baseball bats, chairs and all sorts of stuff being thrown at them.
Poes Garden, Chennai, incidentally is currently known to be the residence of one of the most despotic, mentally and politically retarded suburb of Chennai, unfortunately presided by some of the most powerful people who rule the state of Tamilnadu - equivalent of Washington DC controlled and driven by the corrupt and the most corrupt.
You just need to step in and you know it is made corrupt wealth.
But, now we are not here to make any motherhood statements, we need to get our focus back, How did Annie end at SCARF ?
Toleration was given up when Annie started beating up her just arrived parents and everyone around with rage and abuse with six inch size bamboo canes
Wednesday, May 29, 2019
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Thursday, July 5, 2018
thesocratespot: AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: C...
thesocratespot: AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: C...: AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: CXXI : Evolution of Angst : It was a grey rainy day, Annie's father was sick but was at his home work desk doing his usual routine of scanning through every single page of a dozen odd newspapers of all hues and languages - included the very bigotic, rightist, to Capitalist or Marxian Economics, partisan, political, non political and such including some Global news editions of NYT & The Telegraph ( London edition ) or the Le Monde etc., Annie often used to wonder how in the hell did the man manage to read so many news dailies in such detail and yet find time to prepare for his lectures and seminars as well as read or write on many other subjects and it is that image of a patriarch perched on a pedestal - far beyond her reach - that kind of revolted her, She wanted to be better than him, bigger than him.
Annie was giving a lecture on Nationalism, extracting excerpts from various thinkers each contradicting the other on the idea - from Diogenes to Taoists to Godwin and Rabindranath Tagore - the energy and passion with which She expounded on the subject seemed to transport her and the audience onto a zone all her own almost as if she lived the idea of anarchy and she beleived that everyone listening to her lecture shared her passion on the subject.
Annie pretty much had the audience entranced, even the most convinced Nationalist in the audience would have found a resonance in her argument on Anarchy being a better state of social existence than Nationalism.
Soon after her lecture a few eager students and media personnel chased her as she was rushing out and begged her to spare some time for their questions and Annie very reluctantly agreed - Annie was always apprehensive to talk to anonymous people, people whose views of society, religion, politics, authority or law were not clear - but somehow the people chasing her managed to corner her and she agreed to a Q & A
Journalist 1 : Hi Annie, thnaks for that wonderful talk on Anarchy, will you consider that just as a lecture or is that and idea you believe in ?
Student 1 : Ma'm that was a great lecture, but please tell me are you an Anarchist ?
Journalsit 2 : What do you think will be the fall out of a soceity devoid of a Nation ? Of an identity ? How can alien humans belonging to different geographic, social, racial, religious thinking accept and agree to welcome another human of contrasting ideas into his / her home ? If you have a home will you allow me who does not agree with your thought to live in your house ?
The questions were rapid, Annie was hearing them out with calm & patience - She was a rebel and an intellectual / social vagabond ( with four broken marriages across four continents ) and so for her it was not a problem handling chaos.
She first allowed all the Media people and the Students to throw all that they wanted to ask her and then decided that it was best that She addressed all the questions thrown at her through one common answer and so she replied -
So what according to you is a Nation ? And what do you think is the purpose it serves ? according to me a Nation is a cannibal and it can devour it's own patriots creating a frenzy around its own importance, the idea of a Nation can be usurped, hijacked and or condemned depending on its state of being, so according to me true Nationalism is a myth, most of what we believe as Nationalism are ideas that we are made to believe, none of it is really our own idea.
So saying she left .
Annie was giving a lecture on Nationalism, extracting excerpts from various thinkers each contradicting the other on the idea - from Diogenes to Taoists to Godwin and Rabindranath Tagore - the energy and passion with which She expounded on the subject seemed to transport her and the audience onto a zone all her own almost as if she lived the idea of anarchy and she beleived that everyone listening to her lecture shared her passion on the subject.
Annie pretty much had the audience entranced, even the most convinced Nationalist in the audience would have found a resonance in her argument on Anarchy being a better state of social existence than Nationalism.
Soon after her lecture a few eager students and media personnel chased her as she was rushing out and begged her to spare some time for their questions and Annie very reluctantly agreed - Annie was always apprehensive to talk to anonymous people, people whose views of society, religion, politics, authority or law were not clear - but somehow the people chasing her managed to corner her and she agreed to a Q & A
Journalist 1 : Hi Annie, thnaks for that wonderful talk on Anarchy, will you consider that just as a lecture or is that and idea you believe in ?
Student 1 : Ma'm that was a great lecture, but please tell me are you an Anarchist ?
Journalsit 2 : What do you think will be the fall out of a soceity devoid of a Nation ? Of an identity ? How can alien humans belonging to different geographic, social, racial, religious thinking accept and agree to welcome another human of contrasting ideas into his / her home ? If you have a home will you allow me who does not agree with your thought to live in your house ?
The questions were rapid, Annie was hearing them out with calm & patience - She was a rebel and an intellectual / social vagabond ( with four broken marriages across four continents ) and so for her it was not a problem handling chaos.
She first allowed all the Media people and the Students to throw all that they wanted to ask her and then decided that it was best that She addressed all the questions thrown at her through one common answer and so she replied -
So what according to you is a Nation ? And what do you think is the purpose it serves ? according to me a Nation is a cannibal and it can devour it's own patriots creating a frenzy around its own importance, the idea of a Nation can be usurped, hijacked and or condemned depending on its state of being, so according to me true Nationalism is a myth, most of what we believe as Nationalism are ideas that we are made to believe, none of it is really our own idea.
So saying she left .
AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: CXXI : Evolution of Angst
AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: CXXI : Evolution of Angst
It was a grey rainy day, Annie's father was sick but was dozing on his old easy chair, to his left side one could see his tobacco pipe carefully placed to simmer on its own, the pipe continued to blow slow, crystal white rolls of smoke and the smell of fresh tobacco spread a subtle falvour in the living room. It was a bright room, shaded with thick pale white Curtains - Jesudasan loved Pale White - with under curtains of very light chocolate brown, the room looked a musuem than a living space, filled with art, show pieces but very subtly placed , Jesudasan hated cluttered space, even his book shelf was carefully hidden behind wooden walls, that could be rotated, such that they were never super imposing their presence in the room - Jesudasan was a man of subtle emotions, never really interested towards anything that needed glamour and show off, even if he had all the credentials to live lavish and loud - as one of the most reverrred Professors of Sotuh Asian & Australasian Literature, he was often paid ransoms just to be present in some literary festivals, all the same at home he preferred space and space and space - so his living room was so large it could easily have been a house in itself.
But despite his high level of commitment to maintain peace, Jesudasan today was not as calm as the scene in his living room portrayed. It was a Sunday, he had just returned from Church, the Pastor had taken extra efforts to meet him and brief him about a new development concerning Annie, his daughter.
Annie was a casual member of the Church Choir, often receded to the back - to the last of the chorus row - purely because she was vivacious, naughty and energetic and was capable of getting easily distracted and since the Church preferred more sober singers to lead the group, Annie was carefully hidden from being in the lead group. But, one day it just happened that there was this singer from France who had come visting the church, he was a physically challenged, wheel chair bound musician, a victim of Cerebral Palcy but a man who had enough talent to charm the world with his voice, musical sense and humour, he was good looking too - waist up - his name was Harry Benedine.
Harry Benedine was born healthy but was declared a Cerebral Palcy Child at the age of two - when he started missing his milestones of walking , talking or moving his arms, fingers, legs etc - in fact even his neck wouldn't settle in one place, it always hung on one side with his tongue hanging out.
But Thanks to the determination of his Parents - who were poor hawkers selling Groceries in a middle class suburb in Paris - and with the help of some very dedicated Medical Scholars, Harry Benedine started gaining normalcy , he started moving with support, his neck settled, his tongue stopped hanging out and he started singing songs of Jesus with so much passion, he soon became a sought after child to lead Church Choirs initially within Paris, later around Africa and Asia.
Harry soon became a Church musician with a charm and charisma of his own - he was bound to his wheel chair , was still having trouble to walk, talk ( without a slur ) or dance - but when he took to the choir he was a changed man.
Young Annie, had a legion of youths and teens chasing her for her attention, She could easily point a finger at a boy and he would hardly have words to say no to her , such was her energy and charm.
Annie, fell in love with Harry on the day they sang together.
Mr & Mrs Jesudasan were delighted.
It was a grey rainy day, Annie's father was sick but was dozing on his old easy chair, to his left side one could see his tobacco pipe carefully placed to simmer on its own, the pipe continued to blow slow, crystal white rolls of smoke and the smell of fresh tobacco spread a subtle falvour in the living room. It was a bright room, shaded with thick pale white Curtains - Jesudasan loved Pale White - with under curtains of very light chocolate brown, the room looked a musuem than a living space, filled with art, show pieces but very subtly placed , Jesudasan hated cluttered space, even his book shelf was carefully hidden behind wooden walls, that could be rotated, such that they were never super imposing their presence in the room - Jesudasan was a man of subtle emotions, never really interested towards anything that needed glamour and show off, even if he had all the credentials to live lavish and loud - as one of the most reverrred Professors of Sotuh Asian & Australasian Literature, he was often paid ransoms just to be present in some literary festivals, all the same at home he preferred space and space and space - so his living room was so large it could easily have been a house in itself.
But despite his high level of commitment to maintain peace, Jesudasan today was not as calm as the scene in his living room portrayed. It was a Sunday, he had just returned from Church, the Pastor had taken extra efforts to meet him and brief him about a new development concerning Annie, his daughter.
Annie was a casual member of the Church Choir, often receded to the back - to the last of the chorus row - purely because she was vivacious, naughty and energetic and was capable of getting easily distracted and since the Church preferred more sober singers to lead the group, Annie was carefully hidden from being in the lead group. But, one day it just happened that there was this singer from France who had come visting the church, he was a physically challenged, wheel chair bound musician, a victim of Cerebral Palcy but a man who had enough talent to charm the world with his voice, musical sense and humour, he was good looking too - waist up - his name was Harry Benedine.
Harry Benedine was born healthy but was declared a Cerebral Palcy Child at the age of two - when he started missing his milestones of walking , talking or moving his arms, fingers, legs etc - in fact even his neck wouldn't settle in one place, it always hung on one side with his tongue hanging out.
But Thanks to the determination of his Parents - who were poor hawkers selling Groceries in a middle class suburb in Paris - and with the help of some very dedicated Medical Scholars, Harry Benedine started gaining normalcy , he started moving with support, his neck settled, his tongue stopped hanging out and he started singing songs of Jesus with so much passion, he soon became a sought after child to lead Church Choirs initially within Paris, later around Africa and Asia.
Harry soon became a Church musician with a charm and charisma of his own - he was bound to his wheel chair , was still having trouble to walk, talk ( without a slur ) or dance - but when he took to the choir he was a changed man.
Young Annie, had a legion of youths and teens chasing her for her attention, She could easily point a finger at a boy and he would hardly have words to say no to her , such was her energy and charm.
Annie, fell in love with Harry on the day they sang together.
Mr & Mrs Jesudasan were delighted.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: CXX : Evolution of Angst
AAUW : The Grey Side of Retrospection : Chapter: CXX : Evolution of Angst
Daniel was crouched on the back seat of a sedan, the cab was rolling good, but the silence around - except for the whirring tyres zipping through the asphalt - was distracting. The driver seemed pretty intent and focussed, so much that Daniel enquired if he was sleeping while driving. The driver obviously retorted in a not too friendly tone that he was doing fine and allowed the silence to engulf the drive again.
Daniel , was sleepy, it was around 3AM and he was headed to the airport - he hardly remembered the City he was running away from nor the City he was headed to, all he knew was that his boarding pass had all the info required and that was it - as the car went about burning the rubber, Daniel's half open eyes observed the scarred, ragged rocks on both sides of the highway , they looked like mounds of burnt volcanic ashes whose ghostly looks were enhanced to resemble Dante's graphical visualisation of the walls of hell , swamped by fine Steel blue Street Lights lit by big, powerful LED bulbs on both sides of what was obviously a part of a jurassic rock plateau - red clay, short hardened shrubs, sparsely populated trees managed to further heighten the sense of environmental starvation.
But the highway looked nice and straight and beautiful - the bright white painted lane markers being the glamour quotient.
Daniel's mind drifted back to the day when Annie fell on his shoulders while still in her teens saying she was pregnant and she did not want an abortion but her Parents were upset and were counselling her to get rid of the womb.
Daniel was hardly interested in who or how or when Annie got into the trench all he wanted was to make sure Annie could get the space to do what she felt like doing. It was a sunny day that day, but Thankfully they were seated under a shade of a large coalition of tropical Tamarind trees in close proximity to Mango Trees and short but healthy Coconut palms - the scene around was very idyllic but for Annie and Danny the situation was far from Idyllic.
Daniel looked into Annie's eyes and asked, So ? What do you want do ?
Annie replied
Please marry me.
Daniel was crouched on the back seat of a sedan, the cab was rolling good, but the silence around - except for the whirring tyres zipping through the asphalt - was distracting. The driver seemed pretty intent and focussed, so much that Daniel enquired if he was sleeping while driving. The driver obviously retorted in a not too friendly tone that he was doing fine and allowed the silence to engulf the drive again.
Daniel , was sleepy, it was around 3AM and he was headed to the airport - he hardly remembered the City he was running away from nor the City he was headed to, all he knew was that his boarding pass had all the info required and that was it - as the car went about burning the rubber, Daniel's half open eyes observed the scarred, ragged rocks on both sides of the highway , they looked like mounds of burnt volcanic ashes whose ghostly looks were enhanced to resemble Dante's graphical visualisation of the walls of hell , swamped by fine Steel blue Street Lights lit by big, powerful LED bulbs on both sides of what was obviously a part of a jurassic rock plateau - red clay, short hardened shrubs, sparsely populated trees managed to further heighten the sense of environmental starvation.
But the highway looked nice and straight and beautiful - the bright white painted lane markers being the glamour quotient.
Daniel's mind drifted back to the day when Annie fell on his shoulders while still in her teens saying she was pregnant and she did not want an abortion but her Parents were upset and were counselling her to get rid of the womb.
Daniel was hardly interested in who or how or when Annie got into the trench all he wanted was to make sure Annie could get the space to do what she felt like doing. It was a sunny day that day, but Thankfully they were seated under a shade of a large coalition of tropical Tamarind trees in close proximity to Mango Trees and short but healthy Coconut palms - the scene around was very idyllic but for Annie and Danny the situation was far from Idyllic.
Daniel looked into Annie's eyes and asked, So ? What do you want do ?
Annie replied
Please marry me.
Saturday, January 13, 2018
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Thesocratespot: Etymology: Origin of Dissidence : Birth of a Rebel: AAUW : Chapter: CIX : Annie's Teen Bump
Thesocratespot: Etymology: Origin of Dissidence : Birth of a Rebel: AAUW : Chapter: CIX : Annie's Teen Bump :
It was one hot tropical summer. The entire deccan plateau was sizzling under severe heat waves, however for the people - living around the regions between Southern Maharashtra and Central Telengana - it was pretty much life as usual they were used to the extreme levels of solar radiation just like the people in the Tundras are used to severe winters , it's at times amazing to observe as an outsider as to how local communities adapt to local weather conditions, it's almost as if the severe winters of the North Pole is just about the same as the severe tropical Summer.
Temparatures, at times could touch 45 degrees Celsius and yet people went about their life. In the sub continent, life around the regions near the sea was worse, the humidity and atmospheric pressure churns, along with the changes in Ocean tides, could easily dehydrate an immigrant to death.
Around the regions that encompassed the tropical Ocean, just stepping out of your shower meant more sweat than an entire day of running in a marathon organised in a milder climate - such was the extreme sense of alienation for people not used to the tropical weather.
Daniel had carefully chosen one his favourite locations within his University campus - a place right under the Dept. of Arts , History and Literature that was surrounded by large, humungous trees, trees so ancient and ageing and big they gave an impression of a world long erased from earth the shade and the sound of birds above were capable of transporting any human mind to nostalgia and music.
Danny would often choose his vantage point to simply sit and watch people move, walk, talk, laugh or rush to attend a lecture ( like their life depended on it ) - while he was more interested to play softly on his harmonica or just strum and tune his guitar strings as he watched the life around, for Daniel music was his world, for the world Daniel was an enigma.
It was one such day he noticed Annie, walking towards him and she clearly had a bump, her tummy was bulging and it did not look like good news.
They were just 17 , they had just entered the University campus.
Danny was not sure who Annie was dating.
Annie rushed to his arms and said I need help Danny.
It was one hot tropical summer. The entire deccan plateau was sizzling under severe heat waves, however for the people - living around the regions between Southern Maharashtra and Central Telengana - it was pretty much life as usual they were used to the extreme levels of solar radiation just like the people in the Tundras are used to severe winters , it's at times amazing to observe as an outsider as to how local communities adapt to local weather conditions, it's almost as if the severe winters of the North Pole is just about the same as the severe tropical Summer.
Temparatures, at times could touch 45 degrees Celsius and yet people went about their life. In the sub continent, life around the regions near the sea was worse, the humidity and atmospheric pressure churns, along with the changes in Ocean tides, could easily dehydrate an immigrant to death.
Around the regions that encompassed the tropical Ocean, just stepping out of your shower meant more sweat than an entire day of running in a marathon organised in a milder climate - such was the extreme sense of alienation for people not used to the tropical weather.
Daniel had carefully chosen one his favourite locations within his University campus - a place right under the Dept. of Arts , History and Literature that was surrounded by large, humungous trees, trees so ancient and ageing and big they gave an impression of a world long erased from earth the shade and the sound of birds above were capable of transporting any human mind to nostalgia and music.
Danny would often choose his vantage point to simply sit and watch people move, walk, talk, laugh or rush to attend a lecture ( like their life depended on it ) - while he was more interested to play softly on his harmonica or just strum and tune his guitar strings as he watched the life around, for Daniel music was his world, for the world Daniel was an enigma.
It was one such day he noticed Annie, walking towards him and she clearly had a bump, her tummy was bulging and it did not look like good news.
They were just 17 , they had just entered the University campus.
Danny was not sure who Annie was dating.
Annie rushed to his arms and said I need help Danny.
Friday, January 12, 2018
Thesocratespot: Exodus I Exile I Spirituality & Fascism : AAUW : Chapter: CVII : Yuval Noah Harari & Umberto Eco
Annie , Dmitry , Manthiram & Uma were in queit conversation over breakfast, it was drizzling and a bit chilly, they were just outside the Kaziranga forest overlooking the mighty Brahmaputra, which was in full flow just a few metres from where they were seated. They had been invited by the Edwalk team to a resort in Assam where the Edwalk team had also invited the Israeli historian Yuval Smari and the Italian philosopher Umberto Eco for a chat on Philosophy, Politics and the changing idea of liberty with Annie and Dmitry.
Edwalk was basically an organisation that stood for free specch and progressive thought.
Annie & Dmitry on their own had already created a name for themselves on Edwalk.
Yuval was a young Professor of Philosophy & History at the Hebrew University, Tel Aviv.
Umberto Eco was already a legend in the world of Philosophy, the Edwalk team that had arranged for the meeting could be proud of pulling off a coup of sorts to have braught the four together in one place.
Annie was aloof , wasn't ready to talk, in fact was really in a mood to talk , they had just been introduced and they were a bit embarrased by the fact that the meeting wasn't something they had planned and they also knew each suffered their own idiosynchrosises and no one was ready to step on others toes.
Everyone's ego horns were up like mobile towers on a anonymous hill.
Finally , it was Umberto who broke the ice - he ordered wine and all the others ordered their own poison, Annie ordered a Long Island .
Somehow the desired conversation wasn't taking place , the Edwalk team almost thought it might end up into a disaster.
Edwalk was basically an organisation that stood for free specch and progressive thought.
Annie & Dmitry on their own had already created a name for themselves on Edwalk.
Yuval was a young Professor of Philosophy & History at the Hebrew University, Tel Aviv.
Umberto Eco was already a legend in the world of Philosophy, the Edwalk team that had arranged for the meeting could be proud of pulling off a coup of sorts to have braught the four together in one place.
Annie was aloof , wasn't ready to talk, in fact was really in a mood to talk , they had just been introduced and they were a bit embarrased by the fact that the meeting wasn't something they had planned and they also knew each suffered their own idiosynchrosises and no one was ready to step on others toes.
Everyone's ego horns were up like mobile towers on a anonymous hill.
Finally , it was Umberto who broke the ice - he ordered wine and all the others ordered their own poison, Annie ordered a Long Island .
Somehow the desired conversation wasn't taking place , the Edwalk team almost thought it might end up into a disaster.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Thesocratespot: Exodus I Exile I Spirituality & Fascism : AAUW : Chapter: CVII : Dmitry, Annie & Manthiram
Annie was discharged from the Bangur Hospital a few days back, she was now a guest of Dmitry and staying at his exclusive suite at the Park Hotel where Dmitry had made sure she had a separate room of her own albeit with an internal door that connected Annie's room with his, like an annexxe, Annie had insisted to pay for her own room before consenting to check into the Annexe .
It was a great , warm sunny tropical morning, albeit a bit chilly and also a bit windy due to the monsoons around India, Kolkata was at its charming best, people dressed bright and smiling as they filled their mouth with hot pooris and potatoe curry from the numerous street food shops on Kolkata streets, Dmitry and Annie were out driving on their way , over the weekend , to Dibrugarh in Assam, Dr. Manthiram too had agreed to join along with his German wife, Uma.
Dmitry had chosen to drive an open deck Chevrolet Optra Magnum, a luxury Sedan that was modified into an open top sports convertible with a cotrollable ceiling top that could be closed in case of rain or too much sun, it was a beautiful fully decked machine.
Dmitry had chosen to play Kid Rock but ensured the decibel level remained private so that he could converse with Annie.
As they drove out of Kolkatta, Annie noticed a boy and a Girl walking and smiling and talking to each other , it was a bit early in the morning, maybe around 7 AM, the girl looked smart in an NCC dress and the boy was just wearing a T Shirt over a Cotton trouser, both looked smart, what struck Annie about them was their age, the girl was hardly 19 or 20 and so was the boy, but both looked so charming and adult as they walked.
Dmitry had stopped his car on the side to pick up some water, smoke and other stuff, and Annie saw the boy and the Girl coming closer to her car, in the background a little farther from where they were parked, Annie also noticed that they were parked near an Indian Army camp where an Army Daredevil team were practicing on their Enfield Bullets , doing some rare jump stunts using their motorcycles, they were flying on their motorcycles like they were some flying saucers, taking off from the ground and going high into the sky and then landing on a platform on the opposite side, a small crowd had gathered around watching them perform and applauding, since Annie was seated inside an open top car, all three - Annie, the Girl in the NCC dress and the boy walking with the girl - noticed each other and the girl and the boy gave a special look to appreciate Annie's admiring looks at them and smiled back at her waving, it was a million dollar smile, Annie reciprocated with a billion dollar smile in return and as Annie watched the two giggle and pass she couldn't resist going back to her own School days where she was an NCC cadet herself along with Daniel.
It was a special session of training today Dr. Jesudasan, Annie's Father was a bit worried, the NCC cadets were suposed to go through some rigorous physical routines today, Annie was all pumped up, Jesudasan gave her a kiss as he dropped her off at the NCC Parade grounds near Picket in Secunderabad, Annie ran out to join her mates. Soon they were being made to dance to the drums and chorus of the Cavalry March dance, where they had to kick their legs up and down , one after the other and shout "Ek, Do, Teen, Chaar" in full volume, with their right hand held up in salute to the Indian National Flag flying right above their heads.
Annie, was going through her exercises of crawling through tunnels, running up walls, shooting enemy dummies using a new set of silent magnum rifles that they were given recently - she loved the sound of 'thud, thud' everytime her bullet hit the enemy target - she knew that just beside on the other side the NCC boys were training for the Independence Day Parade where they were being trained on specially designed Enfield Bullet Motorcycles, Gypsie Cars and Jeeps to perform dare devil stunts by an American Army Officer who was specially invited for the occassion as a guest.
As Annie's mind was remniscing through old memories she did not fail to notice Dmitry walk back smiling at her while talking on his mobile and carrying a bag of stuff - maybe coordinating with Dr. Manthiram - as Kid rock continued to play in the backdrop, Dmitry noticed Annie's flying hair, jet black in a backdrop of golden yellow and green tall tiger grass swaying to the monsoon breeze and somewhere just above an eagle was bugling.
It was a perfect setting for a great weekend.
It was a great , warm sunny tropical morning, albeit a bit chilly and also a bit windy due to the monsoons around India, Kolkata was at its charming best, people dressed bright and smiling as they filled their mouth with hot pooris and potatoe curry from the numerous street food shops on Kolkata streets, Dmitry and Annie were out driving on their way , over the weekend , to Dibrugarh in Assam, Dr. Manthiram too had agreed to join along with his German wife, Uma.
Dmitry had chosen to drive an open deck Chevrolet Optra Magnum, a luxury Sedan that was modified into an open top sports convertible with a cotrollable ceiling top that could be closed in case of rain or too much sun, it was a beautiful fully decked machine.
Dmitry had chosen to play Kid Rock but ensured the decibel level remained private so that he could converse with Annie.
As they drove out of Kolkatta, Annie noticed a boy and a Girl walking and smiling and talking to each other , it was a bit early in the morning, maybe around 7 AM, the girl looked smart in an NCC dress and the boy was just wearing a T Shirt over a Cotton trouser, both looked smart, what struck Annie about them was their age, the girl was hardly 19 or 20 and so was the boy, but both looked so charming and adult as they walked.
Dmitry had stopped his car on the side to pick up some water, smoke and other stuff, and Annie saw the boy and the Girl coming closer to her car, in the background a little farther from where they were parked, Annie also noticed that they were parked near an Indian Army camp where an Army Daredevil team were practicing on their Enfield Bullets , doing some rare jump stunts using their motorcycles, they were flying on their motorcycles like they were some flying saucers, taking off from the ground and going high into the sky and then landing on a platform on the opposite side, a small crowd had gathered around watching them perform and applauding, since Annie was seated inside an open top car, all three - Annie, the Girl in the NCC dress and the boy walking with the girl - noticed each other and the girl and the boy gave a special look to appreciate Annie's admiring looks at them and smiled back at her waving, it was a million dollar smile, Annie reciprocated with a billion dollar smile in return and as Annie watched the two giggle and pass she couldn't resist going back to her own School days where she was an NCC cadet herself along with Daniel.
It was a special session of training today Dr. Jesudasan, Annie's Father was a bit worried, the NCC cadets were suposed to go through some rigorous physical routines today, Annie was all pumped up, Jesudasan gave her a kiss as he dropped her off at the NCC Parade grounds near Picket in Secunderabad, Annie ran out to join her mates. Soon they were being made to dance to the drums and chorus of the Cavalry March dance, where they had to kick their legs up and down , one after the other and shout "Ek, Do, Teen, Chaar" in full volume, with their right hand held up in salute to the Indian National Flag flying right above their heads.
Annie, was going through her exercises of crawling through tunnels, running up walls, shooting enemy dummies using a new set of silent magnum rifles that they were given recently - she loved the sound of 'thud, thud' everytime her bullet hit the enemy target - she knew that just beside on the other side the NCC boys were training for the Independence Day Parade where they were being trained on specially designed Enfield Bullet Motorcycles, Gypsie Cars and Jeeps to perform dare devil stunts by an American Army Officer who was specially invited for the occassion as a guest.
As Annie's mind was remniscing through old memories she did not fail to notice Dmitry walk back smiling at her while talking on his mobile and carrying a bag of stuff - maybe coordinating with Dr. Manthiram - as Kid rock continued to play in the backdrop, Dmitry noticed Annie's flying hair, jet black in a backdrop of golden yellow and green tall tiger grass swaying to the monsoon breeze and somewhere just above an eagle was bugling.
It was a perfect setting for a great weekend.
Monday, July 10, 2017
Thesocratespot: Exodus I Exile I Spirituality & Fanaticism : AAUW : Chapter: CVI : Dmitry, Annie & Manthiram
It was Annie's third day at the Bangur Hospital of Neurology, Kolkata, she was recovering from a severe bout of Bi-Polar depression and was under medical observation, fortunately for her, this time, she wasn't among strangers at least not people she couldn't relate with - even if her relationsip with Dmitry was hardly a few days, she felt she had known him for years, even if Manthiram was just a friend of Dmitry's, Annie felt very comfortable with his presence, could have been because of the intellectual compatibility among the three, all three seemed to have that EXACT RADIO WAVES moving between them, almost.
It was late afternoon, almost, both Dmitry and Manthiram had left a few books and other research articles, white papers, desertations of PhD., Students from Calcutta University in a small, neatly pecked book shelf for Annie's use. Her room had a TV, a seperate visitors room, a separate reading and work room, a phone, large windows overlooking the hooghly river in the distance, a little kitchen and amenities that gave an impression of a normal house - Dr. Manthiram felt that was necessary for Annie's recovery.
Annie's make shift house was also under constant medical observation for any possible relapse .
Annie was reading a book by Hang Kang, The Vegetarian, she admired it immensely, she had just finished reading Murakami's new publication which was basically a dialogue between Murakami and the Japanese musical genius Ozawa - The Absolute On Music - Annie was overawed by the effort of the two geniuses as Annie read, she never settled reading or focussing on one particular book or one particular activity, she would keep shifting from Murakami to Han Kang to sifting through articles and white papers of research students, suddenly one article caught her attention it was titled ' Exodus, Exile, Spirituality & Fanaticism' .
Soon she was immersed into it, just as she was almost half way through reading the research paper, Dmitry and Manthiram walked in smiling with coffee mugs in hand and the topic and discussion quickly moved into the idea of Exile & Exodus and the idea of Spiritualism's fanatic influences.
Annie : It's so intriguing that the idea of exile and the huge big exodus is so common amongst almost all major religious and spiritual texts - Judaism, Genesis, Bible, Koran, Zaroastranism, Budhism, the Ramayana, The Mahabaratha, The Illiad or the Confucian treatise, Shmanism or Mayan spirituality through out almost all religious and spuiritual texts the idea and motif of exile and exodus seem to be the start of a new vision and a new journey
Dmitry : Basically start of a new hagiography, a new wave of spiritual fanaticism, which eventually graduates to political fanaticism
Manthiram : I agree with both of you but permit to disagree on one perspective .
Not all exile and exodus are driven by fanatics, maybe most mass exile and exodus events were prime emotions exploited by certain spiritual, religious or political cult leaders that resonates through every religious book, rationally speaking Exodus has remained one of human kinds greatest agent of change - both Annie and Dmitry were hearing out Manthiram intently, their faces showed how deeply they had come to respect Manthiram - and I feel one of mankinds biggest of manipulators who use exodus as a means to power and and influence are Spiritual fanatics who then turn and evolve into political fascists , one can never say if tomorrow Dmitry can become a fascist !
So saying Manthiram laughed out loud ! All three laughed out at that statement . Soon Dmitry intervened -
"Fascism , Fanaticism are corollraies of Feudalism and inequality amongst society, as the sense of social egalitarianism improves fascism and fanaticism take a back seat" - nobody knows this theory better than us Chinese.
Deng Xiaoping, was a quick learner and a great opportunist, he knew from the collapse of the USSR that loosening the iron curtain was a key to his survival and that meant his party's surivival and then he had to embark on an massive PR campaign both internally and externally to make sure he did not in history as the man who was responsible for the disintegration of CHINA , Deng's "improved version" of Gorbachev's perestroika turned out to be a 'Golden Goose' for Chinese economy
The Chinse Midas added Annie smiling
Deng and the magic wand laughed Manthiram as he gestured Abra Ca dabra with his palms ... in the backdrop the TV in Annie's room was showcasing some old hindi songs from bollywoods black and white era, all three knew the songs so they were humming along
Annie suddenly felt she wants to step out , she announced let's party at the PARK
Dmitry looked at Manthiram
Dr. Manthiram looked pensive
It was late afternoon, almost, both Dmitry and Manthiram had left a few books and other research articles, white papers, desertations of PhD., Students from Calcutta University in a small, neatly pecked book shelf for Annie's use. Her room had a TV, a seperate visitors room, a separate reading and work room, a phone, large windows overlooking the hooghly river in the distance, a little kitchen and amenities that gave an impression of a normal house - Dr. Manthiram felt that was necessary for Annie's recovery.
Annie's make shift house was also under constant medical observation for any possible relapse .
Annie was reading a book by Hang Kang, The Vegetarian, she admired it immensely, she had just finished reading Murakami's new publication which was basically a dialogue between Murakami and the Japanese musical genius Ozawa - The Absolute On Music - Annie was overawed by the effort of the two geniuses as Annie read, she never settled reading or focussing on one particular book or one particular activity, she would keep shifting from Murakami to Han Kang to sifting through articles and white papers of research students, suddenly one article caught her attention it was titled ' Exodus, Exile, Spirituality & Fanaticism' .
Soon she was immersed into it, just as she was almost half way through reading the research paper, Dmitry and Manthiram walked in smiling with coffee mugs in hand and the topic and discussion quickly moved into the idea of Exile & Exodus and the idea of Spiritualism's fanatic influences.
Annie : It's so intriguing that the idea of exile and the huge big exodus is so common amongst almost all major religious and spiritual texts - Judaism, Genesis, Bible, Koran, Zaroastranism, Budhism, the Ramayana, The Mahabaratha, The Illiad or the Confucian treatise, Shmanism or Mayan spirituality through out almost all religious and spuiritual texts the idea and motif of exile and exodus seem to be the start of a new vision and a new journey
Dmitry : Basically start of a new hagiography, a new wave of spiritual fanaticism, which eventually graduates to political fanaticism
Manthiram : I agree with both of you but permit to disagree on one perspective .
Not all exile and exodus are driven by fanatics, maybe most mass exile and exodus events were prime emotions exploited by certain spiritual, religious or political cult leaders that resonates through every religious book, rationally speaking Exodus has remained one of human kinds greatest agent of change - both Annie and Dmitry were hearing out Manthiram intently, their faces showed how deeply they had come to respect Manthiram - and I feel one of mankinds biggest of manipulators who use exodus as a means to power and and influence are Spiritual fanatics who then turn and evolve into political fascists , one can never say if tomorrow Dmitry can become a fascist !
So saying Manthiram laughed out loud ! All three laughed out at that statement . Soon Dmitry intervened -
"Fascism , Fanaticism are corollraies of Feudalism and inequality amongst society, as the sense of social egalitarianism improves fascism and fanaticism take a back seat" - nobody knows this theory better than us Chinese.
Deng Xiaoping, was a quick learner and a great opportunist, he knew from the collapse of the USSR that loosening the iron curtain was a key to his survival and that meant his party's surivival and then he had to embark on an massive PR campaign both internally and externally to make sure he did not in history as the man who was responsible for the disintegration of CHINA , Deng's "improved version" of Gorbachev's perestroika turned out to be a 'Golden Goose' for Chinese economy
The Chinse Midas added Annie smiling
Deng and the magic wand laughed Manthiram as he gestured Abra Ca dabra with his palms ... in the backdrop the TV in Annie's room was showcasing some old hindi songs from bollywoods black and white era, all three knew the songs so they were humming along
Annie suddenly felt she wants to step out , she announced let's party at the PARK
Dmitry looked at Manthiram
Dr. Manthiram looked pensive
Friday, July 7, 2017
thesocratespot: Dr. Manthiram : AAUW : Chapter: CV : Dmitry, Annie & Manthiram
All three forgot they were in a hospital and that they were holding different postions in their relationship with each other, all three got into conversations of knowing each other and acknowledging each other and touching upon subjects far removed from neurology, medicine & bipolarity.
Annie lead the conversation connecting her discussion with Dmitry about the Chinese Student movement, Tiananmen, Hu Fang and the defecation of the portrait of Mao.
The conversation then moved to the idea of Exile and Exodus - a common motif of mythology in almost all religious texts - if it is Abraham and Moses in Judaism, it is the Prophet Mohd. leading his devout warriors out from Mount Sinai towards Mecca , while Moses lead the march towards Jerusalem - mount Sinai seemed to have launched the exodus of both Moses and the Prophet almost simultaneously - spirituality's role in the idea of Exile, Exodus and migration too became a topic of debate.
"Persecution, loss of identity, hopelessness , hunger & poverty or at least a sense of all that are the basic triggers of a big exodus" started Annie , DM was concerned more about 'Exile' than 'Exodus' and so he said ' people denied of legitimate rights to live within the norms of liberty that's in turn driven by democracy feel they are exiles in their own land' as Annie tried responding Manthiram added his part " Exodus or a sense of exile and persecution are all results of a weak soceity, a soceity that knows no answers to Despotism, Authoriatarianism or Majoriatarianism etc., a soceity that obfuscates and suffocates free thought and then uses power, might and Kautilyan scinece to 'manage or subdue' citizenry is bound to have people either feeling 'exiled' within their own land or ' wanting to move in a mass exodus'
True, said Annie - "both Exile and Exodus are similar expressions, expressions of being subjudicated and forcibly subdued, they are response to a sense of tyranny, suffocation and a lack of intellectual freedom"
The exodus of Jews from Egypt and the establishment of the land of Israel as the land of Children of God is a beautiful metaphor for true 'ideological' liberation but it contradicts itself because of its extreme commitment to monotheism" Annie continued speaking as both Dmitry and Manthiram heard her out in awe of her knowledge .
Dmitry took over from then on - China today is seen as an economically powerful nation, as a country that can make or break the world economy but we the youth of China continue to feel we aren't there yet, we still feel we are exiles in our country , esp., we students, we still feel our rights are yet to be really liberated, the People's Republic of China is not yet 'Democratic' for us that's a failure of our culture , our identity and so even if we know we are a nation that's feared we know we are not respected, we know that students of other democracies see us Chinese students as simply trapped in consumerism and want" while students all over the world have united to throw out political despotism"
I feel - continued Dmitry - China's strategic weakness lies in its lack of connect with Democracy, the Chinese Communist Party's inability to graduate from a single party system, the political system is so insecure , one student protest is all it takes for the Chinese establishment to go into a tizzy - the world around who fear China need really not fear at all - all they need to do is trigger the next Tiananmen, attacking China does not need bombs, missiles, war, nothing, all that an ememy has to do is provoke the Chinese Students and for sure it will explode or even implode - like USSR - and this time for sure the students will throw the Communist out"
Both Annie and Manthiram acknowledged Dmitry's statement .
Annie lead the conversation connecting her discussion with Dmitry about the Chinese Student movement, Tiananmen, Hu Fang and the defecation of the portrait of Mao.
The conversation then moved to the idea of Exile and Exodus - a common motif of mythology in almost all religious texts - if it is Abraham and Moses in Judaism, it is the Prophet Mohd. leading his devout warriors out from Mount Sinai towards Mecca , while Moses lead the march towards Jerusalem - mount Sinai seemed to have launched the exodus of both Moses and the Prophet almost simultaneously - spirituality's role in the idea of Exile, Exodus and migration too became a topic of debate.
"Persecution, loss of identity, hopelessness , hunger & poverty or at least a sense of all that are the basic triggers of a big exodus" started Annie , DM was concerned more about 'Exile' than 'Exodus' and so he said ' people denied of legitimate rights to live within the norms of liberty that's in turn driven by democracy feel they are exiles in their own land' as Annie tried responding Manthiram added his part " Exodus or a sense of exile and persecution are all results of a weak soceity, a soceity that knows no answers to Despotism, Authoriatarianism or Majoriatarianism etc., a soceity that obfuscates and suffocates free thought and then uses power, might and Kautilyan scinece to 'manage or subdue' citizenry is bound to have people either feeling 'exiled' within their own land or ' wanting to move in a mass exodus'
True, said Annie - "both Exile and Exodus are similar expressions, expressions of being subjudicated and forcibly subdued, they are response to a sense of tyranny, suffocation and a lack of intellectual freedom"
The exodus of Jews from Egypt and the establishment of the land of Israel as the land of Children of God is a beautiful metaphor for true 'ideological' liberation but it contradicts itself because of its extreme commitment to monotheism" Annie continued speaking as both Dmitry and Manthiram heard her out in awe of her knowledge .
Dmitry took over from then on - China today is seen as an economically powerful nation, as a country that can make or break the world economy but we the youth of China continue to feel we aren't there yet, we still feel we are exiles in our country , esp., we students, we still feel our rights are yet to be really liberated, the People's Republic of China is not yet 'Democratic' for us that's a failure of our culture , our identity and so even if we know we are a nation that's feared we know we are not respected, we know that students of other democracies see us Chinese students as simply trapped in consumerism and want" while students all over the world have united to throw out political despotism"
I feel - continued Dmitry - China's strategic weakness lies in its lack of connect with Democracy, the Chinese Communist Party's inability to graduate from a single party system, the political system is so insecure , one student protest is all it takes for the Chinese establishment to go into a tizzy - the world around who fear China need really not fear at all - all they need to do is trigger the next Tiananmen, attacking China does not need bombs, missiles, war, nothing, all that an ememy has to do is provoke the Chinese Students and for sure it will explode or even implode - like USSR - and this time for sure the students will throw the Communist out"
Both Annie and Manthiram acknowledged Dmitry's statement .
thesocratespot: Chinaman: AAUW : Chapter: CIV : Dmitry & Annie
thesocratespot: Chinaman: AAUW : Chapter: CIV : Dmitry & Annie
"Not sure why the world is so afraid of China and why China is so proud of its own infallibility, frankly, China and the Chinese are weak exactly where they think they are strong" said Dmitry , Annie and Dmitry were in a conversation.
Annie was recovering from her bipolar depression and was under observation at the Bangur Institute of Neurosciences, Kolkata, in a special ward, she was calm and having a general discussion with Dmitry who was the one who had brought her to the Hospital and then admitted her - Dmitry seemed to know a lot about Kolkata - Annie was being attended upon by a young Neuro Science Specialist and a friend of Dmitry, Dr. Manthiram Rajamani, he was Indian but born in Austria, to parents who had migrated from Burma with family roots in Madurai, a City in South India.
While Dmitry and Annie were immersed in their discussion, Dr. Manthiram walked in, smiled and then excused himself for walking in and in a nice energetic voice that was both positive and cheerful at once said 'Hey' ! Mitry ! and then shook hands with DM and then turned to Annie with a bright but soft 'Hi Annie' ! looking deep onto her eyes and searching for signals of her state of mind ( Dmitry's name was shortened by his Indian friends to Mitry, which was easier for them ), Annie too brightened, She liked Dr. Manthiram and his energy, Dmitry too shared a warm smile and soon the conversation flowed onto the medical side of Annie's health.
Dr. Manthiram was a Graduate of Medicine with specilaisation on Neurology from John Hopkins Institute, USA and then went on to complete his PhD from the Royal Institute of Neorological Studies, University of Cambridge, he was in India on invitation as a Professor and the HOD of the Dept. of Neurological Research at the Bangur Institute of Neurology.
"So Annie? How are you ? Dr. Manthiram enquired , Annie smiled back - a bit weak but with a twinkle in her eye and a bright smile - feeling better but still a bit weak ending with a frown on her face which immediately moved to a smile and then quickly faded back to an expression of neutrality, Annie face kept a small smile and looked at Manthiram and then moved to Dmitry as they both looked at Annie and then shifted their gazes towards each other.
Dmitry waited for Dr. Manthiram to speak, Dr. Manthiram was in turn constantly holding Annie's wrist checking her pulse and watching her heart beat on the ECG , while the doctor was checking a nurse opened the door and walked in with a tray all along Annie was hoping She wouldn't loose it and she wouldn't suddenly start screaming or have convulsions she was too happy with herself and she was in that moment, luckily the scene passed off without a surge and the nurse came closer to Annie checked her temp. using a thermo meter , gave her her medicines and quickly walked out , all along both Dr. Manthiram and Dmitry had stepped a litle away and dsicussing.
Once the nurse left , DM and Manthiram joined Annie and they seemed lost exchanging numerous thoughts -it was one of Annie's most happy moments in a long, long time.
"Not sure why the world is so afraid of China and why China is so proud of its own infallibility, frankly, China and the Chinese are weak exactly where they think they are strong" said Dmitry , Annie and Dmitry were in a conversation.
Annie was recovering from her bipolar depression and was under observation at the Bangur Institute of Neurosciences, Kolkata, in a special ward, she was calm and having a general discussion with Dmitry who was the one who had brought her to the Hospital and then admitted her - Dmitry seemed to know a lot about Kolkata - Annie was being attended upon by a young Neuro Science Specialist and a friend of Dmitry, Dr. Manthiram Rajamani, he was Indian but born in Austria, to parents who had migrated from Burma with family roots in Madurai, a City in South India.
While Dmitry and Annie were immersed in their discussion, Dr. Manthiram walked in, smiled and then excused himself for walking in and in a nice energetic voice that was both positive and cheerful at once said 'Hey' ! Mitry ! and then shook hands with DM and then turned to Annie with a bright but soft 'Hi Annie' ! looking deep onto her eyes and searching for signals of her state of mind ( Dmitry's name was shortened by his Indian friends to Mitry, which was easier for them ), Annie too brightened, She liked Dr. Manthiram and his energy, Dmitry too shared a warm smile and soon the conversation flowed onto the medical side of Annie's health.
Dr. Manthiram was a Graduate of Medicine with specilaisation on Neurology from John Hopkins Institute, USA and then went on to complete his PhD from the Royal Institute of Neorological Studies, University of Cambridge, he was in India on invitation as a Professor and the HOD of the Dept. of Neurological Research at the Bangur Institute of Neurology.
"So Annie? How are you ? Dr. Manthiram enquired , Annie smiled back - a bit weak but with a twinkle in her eye and a bright smile - feeling better but still a bit weak ending with a frown on her face which immediately moved to a smile and then quickly faded back to an expression of neutrality, Annie face kept a small smile and looked at Manthiram and then moved to Dmitry as they both looked at Annie and then shifted their gazes towards each other.
Dmitry waited for Dr. Manthiram to speak, Dr. Manthiram was in turn constantly holding Annie's wrist checking her pulse and watching her heart beat on the ECG , while the doctor was checking a nurse opened the door and walked in with a tray all along Annie was hoping She wouldn't loose it and she wouldn't suddenly start screaming or have convulsions she was too happy with herself and she was in that moment, luckily the scene passed off without a surge and the nurse came closer to Annie checked her temp. using a thermo meter , gave her her medicines and quickly walked out , all along both Dr. Manthiram and Dmitry had stepped a litle away and dsicussing.
Once the nurse left , DM and Manthiram joined Annie and they seemed lost exchanging numerous thoughts -it was one of Annie's most happy moments in a long, long time.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
thesocratespot: Theory of trizophenia : AAUW : Chapter: CIII : Dmitry & Annie
thesocratespot: Theory of trizophenia : AAUW : Chapter: CIII : Dmitry & Annie
Turned out Dmitry wasn't really a Russian, he was in fact Chinese, Son of a descendent of Hu Yaobang, the man whose death triggered the Tiananmen protests, Dmitry's original name was inspired by Fang Lizhi , the Professor of Astrophysics from Princeton whose lectures across Hefei, Beijing and Shanghai built the Student Democracy Movement in the year 1986 and culiminated at Tiananmen.
Dmitry's original name was Hu Fang Yaobang, he was in India , using a Russian identity that he was given by his family due to his proximity to the ongoing Student movement in Hong Kong that he had started while in high school, he was using his base in India to motivate and direct student protest movement across Hong Kong, Taiwan & the mainland using the internet and various other covert systems primarily focussed against the single party political system of the Republic of China - he was by now a scholar and a legend of the Pro Democracy protests across the Chinese Sub Continent, his thoughts and articles inspired the pro democracy student wings that managed to function within PKU ( Peiking University ) & the Tshingua University.
To most chinese Dmitry was lovingly called Danwo - Dream a New World - also turned out Dmitry knew a lot more about the Tiananmen movement than most common Chinese did, those were heady days , the year between 1986 -1989, those were the years of Ronald Reagan and George Bush Sr. of Gorbachev and the South Korean Democratic surge, the Iran - Iraq conflict and a bludgeoning guerrila war between the Mujahideens and the Russians in Afghan.
The allegations during Tiananmen were flying thick, Hu Fang was suspected to be an American double agent sent to destabilise the Chinese Govt., the student movement itself was said to be a handiwork of a set of Western allies but the surprise dark knight was the role of Russia.
The air of Perestroika and the visit of Gorbachev completly changed China almost forever .
For Annie, meeting Dmitry was another milestone - she fell in love all over again.
Sunday, July 2, 2017
thesocratespot: Days of Bipolarity : AAUW : Chapter: CII : Wild Nights
Annie was drunk, so was Dmitry, at least that's the name he had given her, they had just met inside a Kolkotta night club and hit it off , they stepped out around 2.30am from the pub, each had a full bottle of Stolichnaya in thier hands they were swigging as they walked into what was a very dark, rainy monsoon night. Park Street was all quite except for the usual cabs splashing their way, both Annie and Dmitry had their long leather coats on, they were bare headed though and were so completly enjoying each others company they ignored the fact that they were getting wet - the rain wasn't heavy but the streets were wet and the Kolkotta electricity board had turned off their supplies due to rain, so for Annie and Dmitry it was a special night , two fashionable, rich singletons laughing their way into the Kolkotta night .
Thier talk bordered on comments about their looks, their wobbly walk, the two pointed at each other and laughed swigging from their vodka bottles, at times stopping and kissing, at times Dmitry pushing Annie to a building wall and rubbing his body to hers in an exaggerated show of lust and want and then letting her go as both thier sounds echoed through Kolkotta's old alleys.
Despite Annie's freewheeling revelrie her mind was going back and forth between Rosie and her four other broken marriages and divorces - her mind went back to Dannie too - part of her mind was thinking about her children born out of each wedlock, she had no idea who was taking care of them or if they were alive or dead, she had even lost count of the number of children she had given birth to, the number of men she had slept with but despite all that ,she knew she was a woman who could provoke extreme desire and passion in men - she was wasn't tall but wasn't short either, 5' 7" on heels, 5' 6" without, slender shoulders, flat but wavy black hair, sharp nose, skinny, chiselled face, sleek long eyes that smiled when she smiled, thin firm lips, white brown skin, good, great legs , small breasts, brilliant mind and an attitude to kill.
A writer, philosopher and a talk show host for almost every event that demanded extreme subject insight, domain brilliance and respect from all participants and guests - she was what the event managers would call the life giver of an event. She was in Kolkota to host a pre Nobel prize event with some of the world's most renowned intellectuals in attendance. She knew there were at least 10-15 in that crowd of 300 who would have loved to take her to bed but she chose Dmitry - it was 4:00 AM and they were making it up in her hotel room like two wild leopards gorging on each other , devouring every inch of their body - the intensity and energy was so wild Annie and Dmitry fell out of their beds with Annie falling head first , Dmitry just stopped for a micro second to find if Annie was alright, the moment he knew she was he just switched gears forward by the time they were even half way making up they had broken the whiskey glasses around, thrown around and shoved the table lamps and their luxury bed was anything but a bed .
By 6:00 am the two were so exhausted , sexually so completly exploded, any other human would have just preferred to sleep - not Annie.
As Dmitry watched , Annie decided to walk out naked into the early morning Kolkotta street. Dmitry initially thought he will follow but then decided not to.
Annie walked until she reached Calcutta University and then decided to squat near the iron gate totally nude and carefree - two security guards who recognised her rushed in with their woollen blankets and soon they saw a cab rushing and a man rushing out , it was Dmitry , he just gestured them ti help, the guards and Dmitry carried Annie and then eased her into the back seat of the yellow cab - Dmitry howled to the driver, Park Hotel .
Annie, smiled and closed her eyes.
Thier talk bordered on comments about their looks, their wobbly walk, the two pointed at each other and laughed swigging from their vodka bottles, at times stopping and kissing, at times Dmitry pushing Annie to a building wall and rubbing his body to hers in an exaggerated show of lust and want and then letting her go as both thier sounds echoed through Kolkotta's old alleys.
Despite Annie's freewheeling revelrie her mind was going back and forth between Rosie and her four other broken marriages and divorces - her mind went back to Dannie too - part of her mind was thinking about her children born out of each wedlock, she had no idea who was taking care of them or if they were alive or dead, she had even lost count of the number of children she had given birth to, the number of men she had slept with but despite all that ,she knew she was a woman who could provoke extreme desire and passion in men - she was wasn't tall but wasn't short either, 5' 7" on heels, 5' 6" without, slender shoulders, flat but wavy black hair, sharp nose, skinny, chiselled face, sleek long eyes that smiled when she smiled, thin firm lips, white brown skin, good, great legs , small breasts, brilliant mind and an attitude to kill.
A writer, philosopher and a talk show host for almost every event that demanded extreme subject insight, domain brilliance and respect from all participants and guests - she was what the event managers would call the life giver of an event. She was in Kolkota to host a pre Nobel prize event with some of the world's most renowned intellectuals in attendance. She knew there were at least 10-15 in that crowd of 300 who would have loved to take her to bed but she chose Dmitry - it was 4:00 AM and they were making it up in her hotel room like two wild leopards gorging on each other , devouring every inch of their body - the intensity and energy was so wild Annie and Dmitry fell out of their beds with Annie falling head first , Dmitry just stopped for a micro second to find if Annie was alright, the moment he knew she was he just switched gears forward by the time they were even half way making up they had broken the whiskey glasses around, thrown around and shoved the table lamps and their luxury bed was anything but a bed .
By 6:00 am the two were so exhausted , sexually so completly exploded, any other human would have just preferred to sleep - not Annie.
As Dmitry watched , Annie decided to walk out naked into the early morning Kolkotta street. Dmitry initially thought he will follow but then decided not to.
Annie walked until she reached Calcutta University and then decided to squat near the iron gate totally nude and carefree - two security guards who recognised her rushed in with their woollen blankets and soon they saw a cab rushing and a man rushing out , it was Dmitry , he just gestured them ti help, the guards and Dmitry carried Annie and then eased her into the back seat of the yellow cab - Dmitry howled to the driver, Park Hotel .
Annie, smiled and closed her eyes.
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