Goose pimples

I have this untoward habit of making fun of one and everything in life. This is a vice I could never get away from. I like the totally irrational to that of the impossibly rational. This being a great flaw I always find myself at the receiving end in whatever I do. Can’t blame others you know. If our basic stance about life is being ridiculed none is happy. That would in fact make any one weepy.

This is the case with me as well. If my theory of life is broken up I might weep the loudest. For that is how things are. We put in unbelievable effort to build a philosophy of life (however flawed it is) and some one comes and shreds it into tiny fragments, well that is unacceptable for don’t we have the freedom to think whatever we like about our lives?

That is a pertinent point. I would not want to quote Voltaire on this, for I have lately learned that most others on the net have much larger knowledge about philosophy than I have. I could as well assume that everything I write about is common knowledge in the world. In fact others seem to know more about it than myself as I have had the occasion to find out.

I seem to have become a giant radio in which the entire thought of humanity is reflected. Whatever I write seems to have been already written by others or anticipated by others.

I have heard of such things like the Dhruva Jataka. It is an ancient astrological system which contains all the details of your life including your name occupation, your parents name, the place where you stay, its geographical peculiarities, your love life, your would be or current wife’s name and details, your educational level and what not.

You fix an appointment with one of these guys who interpret it and you do not have to say anything or give any details about your life at all. The guy opens a book randomly and begins to read.

“Savitha paschathal savitha purasthal”

And he begins to explain: Savitha= your name is Savitha.”

But you say that your name is Ignatius Xavier.

The interpreting guy becomes immediately covered in goose pimples.

“You see you see. Savi- Xavi Oh don’t you see the miraculous way the ancient rishis have included your name in this Jataka.

You demand:

But sir where is the rest of it, there is also an “ier” in it. And my name is Ignatius not Xavier. It is my father’s name.

The guy is still in tears of joy. He could barely cry out:

Did you look into the next word sir? The word “Paschathal”? What do you think it means. Paschathal means afterwards. You see the “ier” is added afterwards.

But you remain unconvinced:

My dear man, that is the name of my father, where is my name in it?

The guy looks at you as if dumb struck.

“But sir don’t you see, what are the next words ‘ Savitha purasthal”!. Purva means in front of. Is it not crystal clear your name comes before Savitha?

You begin to grasp a glimmer of the giant scheme of things. Yet you have to persist one last time :

But there is no mention of Ignatius in it.

The interpreter looks at you in great wonder:

Don’t you see, there is the whole book in front of us,?

You leave it at that, the way god works miracles!

I must say that I got unnecessarily tickled over the battering I received on a certain issue.

I can not blame the poor souls.

They were protecting something they hold very dear to their heart. I can understand that. They must have thought I was after something that they cherish.

It seems to be a case of territorial violation. Every sect or group or band has this aggressive attitude towards it. Every being marks its territory without fail. All wars seem to have been fought about this single trait in human nature. I have come across it many times in my life. But alas I have never been a ‘conquistador’. If I was after any territory that was within the realm of the mind if you can understand what I mean.

Once misconceptions enter into our heads there is no way of removing them. This is sad but I have been prey to it myself once too often. We operate with too little data to arrive at any dependable conclusions.

Then there is the question of expressing ourselves in a legible manner.( Though I seem to be becoming more literal of late. Regrettable influence of circumstances!) The blaming game is one of the loveliest games invented by mankind.

But at least they could have been less lethal about it. I had never written anything on their posts or their philosophy of life in any one of my posts. What I have written since is also in response to what they have written on me alone.

Ever wonder about the sin I committed?

Well I might have read a few posts some one wrote and thought them likable, can there be any greater sin than that.

Probably not.

That was all. But I had no call to do that and more importantly I did not have the time to do that too. I was involved in something else. That was more important to me. I stupidly allowed myself to be side tracked. That was a bad move.

I must have been seeking some sort of a respite from the bloody battle I was waging with my dearest enemies. They thoroughly enjoyed the respite and seem to be full of vigor now. Well may be that is not bad too. I like fighting against tough opponents.