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.
Monday, June 26, 2017
thesocratespot: In memoriam : AAUW : Chapter: CI : Of Herds, Dogs, Sheeps, Buffaloes, Asses & The Stereotypical Cow
The Voice of the Commandment
Boomed
Until it echoed back
from the hills beyond
Down below
creatures squinted & squeeked
a few shut their ears
eyes and mouth followed suit
The Voice of the Commandment
Barked
This's the voice of the herd
THE HERD
CAN YOU HEAR ?
The Sound thundered
As the visual panned
in slow motion
It was clutter and crowd
in hundreds and thousands
herds, herds, herds
Down below
The Commandment
Brayed
in total triumph
Vegetarian this side
Meat Eater that side
Muslim this side
Christian that side
Budhist here
Hindu there
The herd just obeyed
never did it occur
but why ?
Why should i ?
few stepped out
those who did
were drowned
lost
or simply outnumbered
Yes ! The Commandment
shrieked
As the Catholican priest
hid behind
his blood soaked shroud
and the electric minaret
shattered
the barrier of sound
taking the next
hundred with it
Sanity couched low
as insanity
gained a new halo
In the mayhem
the jewish believer
shot the beehive
and the hindu yogi
blew his conch
All hell broke loose
But all along
the herd
never really heard
content to belong
either to this herd
or that
Shrieking, Praying
Laughing, Crying
Even Dancing
So who let the God's out ?
The Commandment
Boomed, echoed, barked
and shrieked
Stone thrower here
Tear gas there
Attacker here
Victim there
Spiritual here
nihilist there
left here
right there
politics of the nowhere
economics gone haywire
The Commandment
Boomed , again and again
Welcome to the
temple of the herds
Choose your template
and the herd will drive your thought
The Voice of the Commandment
Barked
This's the voice of the herd
THE HERD
CAN YOU HEAR ?
You dogs
You Sheeps
You Asses
You Buffaloes
You Cows
Stay Stereotyped
thou shall never
think
thou will always
remain
in this herd
or that
Boomed
Until it echoed back
from the hills beyond
Down below
creatures squinted & squeeked
a few shut their ears
eyes and mouth followed suit
The Voice of the Commandment
Barked
This's the voice of the herd
THE HERD
CAN YOU HEAR ?
The Sound thundered
As the visual panned
in slow motion
It was clutter and crowd
in hundreds and thousands
herds, herds, herds
Down below
The Commandment
Brayed
in total triumph
Vegetarian this side
Meat Eater that side
Muslim this side
Christian that side
Budhist here
Hindu there
The herd just obeyed
never did it occur
but why ?
Why should i ?
few stepped out
those who did
were drowned
lost
or simply outnumbered
Yes ! The Commandment
shrieked
As the Catholican priest
hid behind
his blood soaked shroud
and the electric minaret
shattered
the barrier of sound
taking the next
hundred with it
Sanity couched low
as insanity
gained a new halo
In the mayhem
the jewish believer
shot the beehive
and the hindu yogi
blew his conch
All hell broke loose
But all along
the herd
never really heard
content to belong
either to this herd
or that
Shrieking, Praying
Laughing, Crying
Even Dancing
So who let the God's out ?
The Commandment
Boomed, echoed, barked
and shrieked
Stone thrower here
Tear gas there
Attacker here
Victim there
Spiritual here
nihilist there
left here
right there
politics of the nowhere
economics gone haywire
The Commandment
Boomed , again and again
Welcome to the
temple of the herds
Choose your template
and the herd will drive your thought
The Voice of the Commandment
Barked
This's the voice of the herd
THE HERD
CAN YOU HEAR ?
You dogs
You Sheeps
You Asses
You Buffaloes
You Cows
Stay Stereotyped
thou shall never
think
thou will always
remain
in this herd
or that
Sunday, May 28, 2017
thesocratespot: In memoriam : Eulogy dedicated to Chinnu : AAUW : Chapter: C : She
I loved her
She
the gentle
She
the fragile sparrow
She.
her eyes
her look
her walk
her gait
her warmth
her love
her dance
her smile
her sighs
together
a nuanced balancing act
a complex ballet
She
delicately expressing
little joy
little pain
little hope , little despair
She
was so young
so soft
yet so alive
Until those moments
when it was only
the stethoscope dangling
white coat men
with their syringe
and ECG's
with bent heads
tried making sense
her battle
became theirs
We
had no choice
wait with bated breath
folded hands
hope for the best
watching a different ballet
the graphic ballet on the
ECG
She
her survival , her pain
her smile , her dance
her dog
everday lived
was to be cheered
celebrated
She
here now
who knows ?
What next ?
She
as fragile as that petal
tender
shell of innocence
She
like that small , small
little ant ?
One blow of breath
Just one
She
was providence
a spark
like evidence
of life
fade in
fade out
She
with that feather touch
heart
She
Flew out of the park
today
Dedicated to Chinnu
alias Amulya Hari
1993-2017
She
the gentle
She
the fragile sparrow
She.
her eyes
her look
her walk
her gait
her warmth
her love
her dance
her smile
her sighs
together
a nuanced balancing act
a complex ballet
She
delicately expressing
little joy
little pain
little hope , little despair
She
was so young
so soft
yet so alive
Until those moments
when it was only
the stethoscope dangling
white coat men
with their syringe
and ECG's
with bent heads
tried making sense
her battle
became theirs
We
had no choice
wait with bated breath
folded hands
hope for the best
watching a different ballet
the graphic ballet on the
ECG
She
her survival , her pain
her smile , her dance
her dog
everday lived
was to be cheered
celebrated
She
here now
who knows ?
What next ?
She
as fragile as that petal
tender
shell of innocence
She
like that small , small
little ant ?
One blow of breath
Just one
She
was providence
a spark
like evidence
of life
fade in
fade out
She
with that feather touch
heart
She
Flew out of the park
today
Dedicated to Chinnu
alias Amulya Hari
1993-2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Thesocratespot: Exodus I Exile I Apodemialgia : AAUW : Chapter: CVIII : Dogmane
thesocratespot: thesocratespot: Days of Bi Polarity : thesocratesp...: thesocratespot: Days of Bi Polarity : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapt... : Daniel was sitting inside Annie's hospital room, all was quiet ...
Daniel Was surfing a topic that Annie's Doctor had referred to when enquired about her condition and the causes : Below is the web page Daniel was reading, also highlighted way below is one of the conditions that the docs attending to Annie were discussing -
apo-, ap-, aph-
(Greek: from, away from, asunder, separate, separation from, derived from)

apocentric (adjective), more apocentric, most apocentric
A reference to the point on any orbit farthest from the center of attraction.
apocope (s) (noun), apocopes (pl)
The loss or omission of one or more syllables from the end of a word; for example, the shortening of "kind of" to "kinda".
apocrine (adjective), more apocrine, most apocrine
A reference to producing a secretion that involves breaking off of the part of the cytoplasm of the secreting cells above the nucleus; produced by an apocrine gland.
apocrine gland (s) (noun), apocrine glands (pl)
Any of the large sweat glands that produce both a fluid and a secretion.
Apocrine glands are restricted in men to hairy regions of the body, and are lined by a single layer of tall columnar cells with acidophile cytoplasm (thriving in a relatively acid environment).
Apocryphalist (s) (noun), Apocryphalists (pl)
Anyone who believes in, or who defends, the Apocrypha; that is, the biblical books included in the Vulgate and accepted in the Roman Catholic and Orthodox canon but considered non-canonical or an unacceptable rule by Protestants because they are not part of the Hebrew Scriptures.
apocynum (s) (noun), apocynums (pl)
A genus of chiefly American perennial herbs of the dogbane family (Apocynaceae) with opposite leaves and small white or pink flowers comprising the dogbanes of which several are the source of substances with physiological activity resembling digitalis.
Dogbanes are perennial herbaceous plants, with poisonous milky juice, bearing slender pods in pairs; said to be poisonous to dogs.
apodactylic (adjective), more apodactylic, most apodactylic
A reference to being incapable of using one's fingers.
apodemialgia (s) (noun), apodemialgias (pl)
Wanderlust; longing to get away from home or to travel; a painful desire to get away. The opposite of nostalgia.
apodictic (adjective), more apodictic, most apodictic
A kind of argument in which someone presents his or her reasoning as categorically true; even if it is not necessarily so: Since Robert didn't consider several aspects of the computer program, he should not have made so many apodictic statements about the reliability of the usage of the system which he was presenting.

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apodosis (s) (noun), apodoses (pl)
1. The main clause of a conditional sentence: "The clause, 'The game will be canceled' is the apodosis in the sentence, 'The game will be canceled if it rains.' "
2. The consequent clause or conclusion in a conditional sentence, expressing the result, and thus distinguished from the protasis or clause which expresses a condition; therefore, in the sentence, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him", the former clause is the protasis, and the latter the apodosis.
3. Etymology: from Late Latin, from Greek, from apodidonai, "to give back"; apo-, "from" + didonai, "to give".
apodysis (s), apodyses (pl) (noun forms)
1. The act of disrobing as an expression of exhibitionism.
2. The act or habit of mentally undressing a person or fantasizing about what that person looks like naked.
apogee (s), apogees (pl) (noun forms)
1. The point at which a satellite orbiting an astronomical object is farthest from the center of the object being orbited.
2. The points in the orbits of the moon, or of an artificial satellite, that are most distant from the center of the earth.
3. The point in an orbit that are most distant from the body being orbited.
4. The farthest, or highest, point; a culmination.
apogeotropic (adjective)
Characterized by the response by an organism of turning away from the earth; such as, plant stems and leaves that grow upward.
apogeotropism (s) (noun), apogeotropisms (pl)
The growth or orientation certain plants away from the earth; negative geotropism.
apogeotropy (s) (noun), apogeotropies (pl)
The tendency of leaves or other parts of a plant to turn upward or away for the earth; negative geotropism.
Daniel Was surfing a topic that Annie's Doctor had referred to when enquired about her condition and the causes : Below is the web page Daniel was reading, also highlighted way below is one of the conditions that the docs attending to Annie were discussing -
apo-, ap-, aph-
(Greek: from, away from, asunder, separate, separation from, derived from)

apocentric (adjective), more apocentric, most apocentric
A reference to the point on any orbit farthest from the center of attraction.
apocope (s) (noun), apocopes (pl)
The loss or omission of one or more syllables from the end of a word; for example, the shortening of "kind of" to "kinda".
apocrine (adjective), more apocrine, most apocrine
A reference to producing a secretion that involves breaking off of the part of the cytoplasm of the secreting cells above the nucleus; produced by an apocrine gland.
apocrine gland (s) (noun), apocrine glands (pl)
Any of the large sweat glands that produce both a fluid and a secretion.
Apocrine glands are restricted in men to hairy regions of the body, and are lined by a single layer of tall columnar cells with acidophile cytoplasm (thriving in a relatively acid environment).
Apocryphalist (s) (noun), Apocryphalists (pl)
Anyone who believes in, or who defends, the Apocrypha; that is, the biblical books included in the Vulgate and accepted in the Roman Catholic and Orthodox canon but considered non-canonical or an unacceptable rule by Protestants because they are not part of the Hebrew Scriptures.
apocynum (s) (noun), apocynums (pl)
A genus of chiefly American perennial herbs of the dogbane family (Apocynaceae) with opposite leaves and small white or pink flowers comprising the dogbanes of which several are the source of substances with physiological activity resembling digitalis.
Dogbanes are perennial herbaceous plants, with poisonous milky juice, bearing slender pods in pairs; said to be poisonous to dogs.
apodactylic (adjective), more apodactylic, most apodactylic
A reference to being incapable of using one's fingers.
apodemialgia (s) (noun), apodemialgias (pl)
Wanderlust; longing to get away from home or to travel; a painful desire to get away. The opposite of nostalgia.
apodictic (adjective), more apodictic, most apodictic
A kind of argument in which someone presents his or her reasoning as categorically true; even if it is not necessarily so: Since Robert didn't consider several aspects of the computer program, he should not have made so many apodictic statements about the reliability of the usage of the system which he was presenting.

© ALL rights are reserved.
Go to this Word A Day Revisited Index
for a list of additional Mickey Bach illustrations.
apodosis (s) (noun), apodoses (pl)
1. The main clause of a conditional sentence: "The clause, 'The game will be canceled' is the apodosis in the sentence, 'The game will be canceled if it rains.' "
2. The consequent clause or conclusion in a conditional sentence, expressing the result, and thus distinguished from the protasis or clause which expresses a condition; therefore, in the sentence, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him", the former clause is the protasis, and the latter the apodosis.
3. Etymology: from Late Latin, from Greek, from apodidonai, "to give back"; apo-, "from" + didonai, "to give".
apodysis (s), apodyses (pl) (noun forms)
1. The act of disrobing as an expression of exhibitionism.
2. The act or habit of mentally undressing a person or fantasizing about what that person looks like naked.
apogee (s), apogees (pl) (noun forms)
1. The point at which a satellite orbiting an astronomical object is farthest from the center of the object being orbited.
2. The points in the orbits of the moon, or of an artificial satellite, that are most distant from the center of the earth.
3. The point in an orbit that are most distant from the body being orbited.
4. The farthest, or highest, point; a culmination.
apogeotropic (adjective)
Characterized by the response by an organism of turning away from the earth; such as, plant stems and leaves that grow upward.
apogeotropism (s) (noun), apogeotropisms (pl)
The growth or orientation certain plants away from the earth; negative geotropism.
apogeotropy (s) (noun), apogeotropies (pl)
The tendency of leaves or other parts of a plant to turn upward or away for the earth; negative geotropism.
Saturday, February 4, 2017
thesocratespot: Days of Bi Polarity : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter XCIX
thesocratespot: Days of Bi Polarity : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapt...: Daniel was sitting inside Annie's hospital room, all was quiet , the TV was On, but in mute mode, Annie, was awake , but Daniel was asleep on a easy chair of old make. Annie, took out all her clinical wires - her IV, her ECG, her BP cap , her Oxygen mask , her seizure alert caps everything that confined her to her hospital bed.
It was a while since walked so she walked with measured steps until she reached sleeping Daneil - close enough - as soon as she knew she was close enough, to physically touch him , she slowly , without waking him, caught hold of his shirt collar from opposite angles and just pulled them apart with such force that Daneil woke up in a start , by then Annie had already torn his short into smithreens - Daneil was delighted with the fact that Annie was out of her Coma but he was even more delighted that Annie had remembered an old game they used play . It was a game of tearing each others clothes, everytime they met after a long break , they went after each other , tore apart everything they wore until they were naked , until they were completly stripped but this time when Annie started the game Daniel wasn't prepared, it happened a bit too unrealistically - they were in a hospital and Annie was being diagnosed for a severe bi polar depression - but soon Daneil realised the importance of a response , he started tearing Annie's clothes , vigourously , and they were both laughing, he tore and she tore , Annie was already naked , she had been shaved by the nurses recently so she looked clean but pale and emaciated .
The hospital staff were confounded, initially they thought it was two lunatic chaos but soon realised the fact that Annie was reliving an old ritual, they were glad she was out of her bipolar prison so they too participated in the stripping session - soon their were at least a dozen humans tearing each others clothes, laughing, thanking and celebrating .
Annie sat in a chair, Daneil followed - they both hugged and then they kissed .
It was a while since walked so she walked with measured steps until she reached sleeping Daneil - close enough - as soon as she knew she was close enough, to physically touch him , she slowly , without waking him, caught hold of his shirt collar from opposite angles and just pulled them apart with such force that Daneil woke up in a start , by then Annie had already torn his short into smithreens - Daneil was delighted with the fact that Annie was out of her Coma but he was even more delighted that Annie had remembered an old game they used play . It was a game of tearing each others clothes, everytime they met after a long break , they went after each other , tore apart everything they wore until they were naked , until they were completly stripped but this time when Annie started the game Daniel wasn't prepared, it happened a bit too unrealistically - they were in a hospital and Annie was being diagnosed for a severe bi polar depression - but soon Daneil realised the importance of a response , he started tearing Annie's clothes , vigourously , and they were both laughing, he tore and she tore , Annie was already naked , she had been shaved by the nurses recently so she looked clean but pale and emaciated .
The hospital staff were confounded, initially they thought it was two lunatic chaos but soon realised the fact that Annie was reliving an old ritual, they were glad she was out of her bipolar prison so they too participated in the stripping session - soon their were at least a dozen humans tearing each others clothes, laughing, thanking and celebrating .
Annie sat in a chair, Daneil followed - they both hugged and then they kissed .
Days of Bi Polarity : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXIX
Daniel was sitting inside the Annie's hospital room, all was quiet , the TV was On, but in mute mode, Annie, was awake , but Daniel wasn't sure if she knew her co-ordinates, she was sleeping on the hospital bed facing his side but her eyes were looking mildly animated, she was talking to herself , whispering, gesturing, constantly moving her fingers as if she was playing on an instrument, like a saxophone - Daniel nodded and smiled to himself - she was being diagnosed for a Bi-Polar disorder,
Someone knocked , two nurses walked in, smiled at Daniel and then started their everyday routine of checking Annie's BP , temperature , ENT to record their daily report, Daniel stepped out , walked to a corner he had discovered , rolled a joint and dragged , held a deep breath and then exhaled, the day was snowing outside , they were at one of Johns Hopkins speciality wards for mentally ill , this part of the hospital was a lot more liberal and free of people , in fact it often looked almost deserted.
As Daniel dragged on, inhaling and exhaling, watching the snow and the frostiness around, his mind kept pushing him back to days he had not thought about for a while, it was almost a fifteen years since Annie had migrated to the US, she had qualified through GRE & GMAT to join Harvard ( she could appear for both since she had engineering and literature as joint electives ) and then Daniel too migrated to New York, working for an Investment banker .
Daniel couldn't deny the fact they both - Annie and him - were a pair , they were two people who were so comfortable with each other that at times even Annie's best of male partners became very uncomfortable with their chemistry.
And even today, Annie after four marriages, four other relationships , four divorces and having almost seven children from each of her relationship living in different parts of the world, she still looked like she was the same woman who had just started her life's journey - she looked fresh, frail, lost but if someone were to look deeper then they would have found Annie very smart and desirable , one look at her even in this condition would tell anyone who's observing her that she wasn't your everyday person - and she was open to all possibilities.
Daniel inhaled and exhaled his grass , saw that the stick was burning slow due to the weather and smiled as he thought of a particular incident -
He and Annie were generally surfing on the net together at her Harvard hostel room , she was then in a relationship with a Jr. Lecturer , she was narrating a time when she went visiting this man's house, the guy only had his mother living with him, his father was dead, after the preliminary intros, the guys mother went back to her knitting and they sat down to watch some TV, Annie decided to sit on the floor saying she was comfortable that way, the guys mother was knitting just behind , as they were watching TV Annie leaned her head onto the Jr. lecturers legs just for support , before long she was giving him a job and the mother behind had no clue .
Daniel , screamed , smiled loud and then threw his marijuana stick.
When he stepped into Annie's chamber, the nurses had left and Annie was in a trance.
Friday, February 3, 2017
What's Beyond ? : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXVIII
Beyond
Go beyond
they say
But what's beyond ?
Is it spatial ?
Is it above ?
Below ?
Beneath ?
What's beyond ?
I'm a human
I'm a plant
I'm an animal
I'm a flower
a Child
a wife
a husband
a daughter
a lover
a paramour
a purist
an anarchist
an Iconoclast
an atheist
a boy
a girl
a man
a woman
a transgender
moron
idiot
charlatan
thinker
rider
player
runner
reader
writer
poet
worker
beggar
prostitute
whore
womaniser
believer
traitor
murderer
rapist
thief
faithful
unfaithful
ethical
unethical
loser
winner
spiritual
not spiritual
I'm
air
water
sun
storm
star
magnet
gravity
Snake
& lizard
Vampire
&
God
Everything is within
What's beyond ?
Go beyond
they say
But what's beyond ?
Is it spatial ?
Is it above ?
Below ?
Beneath ?
What's beyond ?
I'm a human
I'm a plant
I'm an animal
I'm a flower
a Child
a wife
a husband
a daughter
a lover
a paramour
a purist
an anarchist
an Iconoclast
an atheist
a boy
a girl
a man
a woman
a transgender
moron
idiot
charlatan
thinker
rider
player
runner
reader
writer
poet
worker
beggar
prostitute
whore
womaniser
believer
traitor
murderer
rapist
thief
faithful
unfaithful
ethical
unethical
loser
winner
spiritual
not spiritual
I'm
air
water
sun
storm
star
magnet
gravity
Snake
& lizard
Vampire
&
God
Everything is within
What's beyond ?
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Death and deliverance : thesocratespot: AAUW : Chapter LXXXXVII
Daniel was lost in thought, it wasn't the philharmonic in the background - it was anyway sounding too thin and timid for his taste, he was back in Boston, but felt like a stranger. The music it seemed hardly able to hold.
Birth leads
unto birth
unto ?
forget it
It isn't the cyclical
wheel
Ok
you and me
have sex
and then wonder
what's it ?
what's sex ?
what's intimacy?
why ?
its either a dream run
or a
nightmare
depending
it can be so
severe
so intense
so ...
someone wants
someone debates
someone rejects
someone denies
deliverance
unto death
life
she chooses
to stay
above
and away
I'm not
but you are
an object
pray
kneel
beg
hahaha
until deliverance
stay
admiring
the Universe
powered
by
Vodafone
non stop
talk time
let me walk you
to your
stone
Daniel, put his pen down, walked to his Piano
pressed all his ten fingers
on 5 keys each
they made a terrible sound
and he loved it
Birth leads
unto birth
unto ?
forget it
It isn't the cyclical
wheel
Ok
you and me
have sex
and then wonder
what's it ?
what's sex ?
what's intimacy?
why ?
its either a dream run
or a
nightmare
depending
it can be so
severe
so intense
so ...
someone wants
someone debates
someone rejects
someone denies
deliverance
unto death
life
she chooses
to stay
above
and away
I'm not
but you are
an object
pray
kneel
beg
hahaha
until deliverance
stay
admiring
the Universe
powered
by
Vodafone
non stop
talk time
let me walk you
to your
stone
Daniel, put his pen down, walked to his Piano
pressed all his ten fingers
on 5 keys each
they made a terrible sound
and he loved it
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