The Question of Privacy

[The over lords of the globe Speak:

You dumb ass, why did you start a blog in the first place and name it thus?

As a penance for our kind acceptance of you and your lassitude and your utter disregard for what is happening around you?

Such utter nonsense you mute, you should have kept quite, for words that matter would issue only from our silken lips, not from you, not from some stupid ape (oh apes are welcome as long as they are servile and as long as they are not parasites), we hold the rights for every word you utter (Don’t even “utter” nonsense, don’t even dare, that too belongs to our forte!)

You have no rights what so ever, get it into your head, you have not been allowed into the fortress of wisdom, you are an out cast, dig your hole in the ground and we might, just might, take compassion on you and pour some gruel into it.

Drink it like it is the very nectar, you minion, and be satisfied with your low grade existence.

The audacity, the total neglect for the gods of this earth- can any one believe it? See how we glitter, see how we lighten up the place we are in, see how superior we are, and how even our basest inanities become like the choicest wisdom in the whole universe.

Dare you say you knew Einstein, even if he had come up with that quote equating the human stupidity with that of the vastness of universe, excluding only himself from it, Even if we shunted him from school to school because of his inborn stupidity, for we knew him thoroughly and you not?]

And now to you direct, fair friend,

What I did find in you, wise friend, and that could be because I haven’t looked any further, was a certain charm in your words.

When I see something like the following lines, written by O.V. Usha;

“Oh I am without words…..! look,

blossoms fair, and radiant, on the wayside!”

(Inept translation! poetry can not be translated the wise say!)

-Perhaps you can do it better than me I hope? Here are the original Malayalam lines (this is not a dig at your great wisdom by any means!)

(VAKKUKALILLA….

VELUTHU VIRINJORU POOKKALITHA VAZHIVAKKIL.)

When I view these lines, I don’t exactly go into rapture, but they shake up my being somewhat.

Usha was not writing a Haiku, yet it brings back memories of Basho.

“When I look carefully, I see a nazzuna

Blooming by the hedge.”

They were not out to take advantage of anything. They found something curious, where others would have found something very normal. No one need have worried; it is not a galacticaly dangerous practice. It’s only a personal point of view. It definitely did not hold any element of possessiveness in it.

For, they did not want to pluck the flowers and make them their own, they were only glad those existed. Some may call it metaphysics. I wonder too, could it be some sort of physics- a physics of awareness rather than an awareness of physique…….?

But then alas, perception always requires something visible before it (like the nazzuna or the fair flowers), though not necessarily tangible, like the chilling touch of an ellipsis.

I couldn’t be a Basho or Usha but I thought I had found something nice. It reminded me of some one who did the impossible in this land, (These are honest words; don’t defile them with an acronym). Perhaps you know who I am referring to, for you seem to have all the dope on me.

Perhaps I was wrong. Or was I? As I said, it is a matter of personal view point….and not a matter of my bestial preferences.

My personal world has nothing to do with yours. So don’t play with it even for popularity’s sake for the single reason that I was perhaps inept to believe in you.

I was delighted in a good way. That is all there to it. There was nothing mystical or platonic in it.

Here are those wonderful lines once again.

“When I look carefully, I see a nazzuna

Blooming by the hedge.”

They are not mine as you know, but they could have been mine. They reflect my attitude in a nutshell. I hold no rancor. You are young and impressionable,

and I am as old as the world.

Make anything you wish of it.