Be Bright

What the hell is a beacon? Some kind of a light? Not that it’s important. The thing just jumped into my mind some how.

But why?

Well that is what I am aiming to find out. A bit of sleuth work really.

There was this sleuth of Edgar Alan Poe’s! Was he French, the one who follows the train of his companion’s thought by a process of a totally terrifying logical deduction?

I shudder at the mental effort required. So no thanks Edgar. (Well the poor guy was not totally all there at the end of his life was he? That ‘Craven’ was berserk)

We can’t have him no way.

But what about Poirot, Hercule? Doubtless he was the most prolific solver of mysteries to date.

Was it Norman Chandler who said that the “Mystery on the Blue Train” was totally moronic? Could have been. That mystery was bad through and through; I was as much mystified with it as was everybody else.

So we can’t have him too.

Then there is this guy on 20 Baker Street. But the problema is I liked his Refugee(s?) the best and there is scant detective work in it.

Well ‘Baker’ again brings me to our unsolved beacon mystery. Where did the bloody word hop in?


God, the things that vault in to our mind sometimes!

I had immediately linked it with paragon (Of everything!). Both have an ‘on’ at the end and some sort of a ‘k’ tone somewhere. But not very similar otherwise, are they?

What could be the connection? Might have to use something to decipher it. (Sorry bro’, it’s not a pot shot; it’s a paucity of stuff inside. You won’t take it amiss would you?)

Cipher is a cute word too. Damn cute in fact.

Being in a very benign mood I looked it up in the you know what. It was gross. It could be a code, secret message and symbols. (Pretty unnerving stuff) It could also make you a nobody, nonentity, nothing and zero.

It follows that deciphering would unzero you and make you a thing an entity a body etc.

Not that it matters.

But there is something tricky with this beacon thing. The thing is I have a ‘thingy’ about thinking.

Beaker I know, it is some kind of a container, you invariably drink from it, I know of a Becker too, Boris by the name, he used to mow grass at the Wimbledon, he might have mowed a few men down besides, but who cares.

But all the same,

There is a song in Tamil about him I remember, sung by that fat guy, he is some sort of a Sámi, Adnan is he?
The song had raw power

Boom Boom chikitchaam chikitchaam Boom Boom yeah yeah

It was some kind of a beacon, that song, the visuals did some trick with still photos. The frame
But he was no beacon, that Becker guy; he used to hit a yellow ball pretty hard. Hence the Boom, Boom. Old tale, vintage, now who hits the ball where?

Well there is that guy in Casino Royal of course, damn bloody thing to do. May be you should hit where it matters. It places things in clear perspective.

And of course there was one who built low cost houses, it was Larry something. He was a Baker too. Must have been good one going by his reputation. What was he baking mud bricks?

There is deacon; it is about swindling people with faith, but beacon,
What is it?

Well my muse says that it is about light. We all need light, illumination, divine or otherwise. Dante croaked demanding the spurious of all things “Light more light”. He had Frankenstein for company. The right guy to have near you perhaps.