Continents

Tell me this, what would you do if somebody has you by the scruff of the neck and that somebody is much stronger than you?

Well, the answer is obvious; nobody likes to look that in- dignified before the others, so you would look around for support. And maybe, just maybe there would be others who have had the same experience and they would hopefully come to your aid. But that help may not be enough to extricate you from the brutal arms of the adversary.

Okay, I don’t know why I get this feeling that others believe I am kind of a strongman and have them by their necks. I don’t normally do that (that would be pretty heathen wouldn’t it, though there are enough people out there in the world who need some real shaking up in that way?) But that is another thing.

What I am worried about is the fear I instill in people around me, I am not joking about this, they really go in fear of me. There is no reason for that too, other than I have certain principles that might be seen as old fashioned in these unscrupulous times. Sadly some mistresses are beefing up their defenses with help of hubbies and irregulars. Because there is a charm in helping the weaker sex there are enough irregulars to go around.

Don’t mistake me; I have nothing against the character of these women. They would probably even cry if someone throws them a dirty look. But it’s not their chastity that is on examination here. It’s their fear, fear makes people club together, to attack together and to defend together.

It’s not only the women who fear me I learn, but all the effeminate guys in the environment are either thrilled at my nearness (so that there would be goose pimples rising over their hands) or normally empties their bladders at my very sight. This is not a rare happening too; I see it all the time. It may be an epidemic of incontinence.

Whatever it is, the poor darlings have got a whole continent of cowards armed to the teeth and I have to watch my step every time. They are said to have heard threatening that they would make me pack my bag and go.

The things that fear makes people do!

Huddles

May be there is something in a story, may be there’s only a story and everybody knows its end.

Whatever the case may be, I am interested in stories, if it has some savor to it the better. There are unsavory stories too, I like them sometimes because of the message they contain.

Aneesh came to me with a story just like that.

It’s a story about repressed feelings and acting out of those feelings.

It seems there were these few comrades; all of them would give their lives’ for others. They gave more than their lives it seems, and that is the story.

In the end, there was a big skirmish, all of their own making. Now they are huddled together and is giggling insensibly because there is nothing else left to do. Poor Aneesh, he seems to have been a member of this club too.

The story was of a denial of some sort. The denied became angry. Now certain people deny certain others certain things because they don’t like those people. What is denied is not of great importance. Its denial was a ruse, was about taking sides.

The denied and the deniers did not win. They realized it long after somebody put up a few notes.

Showing sympathy at the right time has benefits. Now these poor souls are giggling at each other.

Let them have their peace of mind!

Well Aneesh, you are a sad soul. You keep it up

The Alien /UFO question

I have been reading up on the Alien /UFO question lately. I may have been remiss in not doing so before. In fact I should have noted that we (the human race) are a culture which has lost everything we held dear to our heart and is in search for something to replace them with. There is a terrible vacuum growing inside our hearts which needs be filled. This fact has entered into every mind out there and is possibly generating newer quests into the known and unknown realms of knowledge. This search is not limited to the realm of science and philosophy anymore. It’s everyone’s business now.

This is a nice and welcome phenomenon, instead of receiving it with a fair bit of optimism; I may have dismissed it summarily. Thus I am in error no doubt, for no line of enquiry into the unknown is without value and can only be proved wrong or right after all its facets have been unraveled.

As a person who can laud the human spirit in all its endeavors to find truth I should have been prepared to accept any new form of interest without questioning its basis. In fact what is the real basis of human enquiry other than the quest for truth? No doubt, the intelligent have reduced our civilization to such a pass that we do not any more believe in a central truth. Instead we have relative truths, fragmentary realities which lead us to nowhere other than into the realm of uncertainties.

The scientists have even lifted up the principle of uncertainty into the status of a minor deity. No wonder the general public has lost hope and is searching in the weirdest quarters to find a believable explanation for our existence. This need is so vital to us; we yearn to find a foot-hold in a crumbling world. Some shrewd customers in the hierarchy of power have been working on this nature of our consciousness and have supplied the rudiments of a system to further this line of enquiry.

Instead of god’s we now have aliens.

I know these guys are after Control; it’s only a version of divide and rule. But yet it may yield something in its wake. It may even surprise those who have started it in the end. There have been such instances in the human history. I can’t rule out the chance of something happening in this manner. Yet my primary thought is that of caution, we can’t be blinded by our inner yearnings for an explanation to disregard the barest common sense. I have a reason for saying this.

Our mind is quite incapable of standing by itself. We need something to rely on, some host mechanism to fall back upon. That’s why we invented god in the first place. Once we invented him we were living in peace, untouched by trouble and certain that there is someone (though mythical) who is looking after our interests. We were only in search of a prop, not anything reliable, for inside our hearts we knew that such a thing is impossible. We sort of filled god up with every fine thing we located amongst ourselves. The god grew and became so obese that he became stagnant. Now he is so blown out of proportions that he can’t even take care of himself. He needs wars and missionaries to do that. But even they are not sure whether the god is alive or not!

Our personal god has died a sad death and there can’t be any question about it. The only remaining option is that suggested by Nietzsche of elevating ourselves into the status of Gods or supermen. This is an internal exercise and can only be supplemented frugally from without. Our consciousness is evolving and is starting to realize its true potential. We do not need to supplement it from without. The alien question may be one such that’s directing us towards this state.

Anyway my heart goes out to the ardent souls who get involved with the alien /UFO thing on the net. Believe me, I am not faking it and making a joke at their expense as some do. I am in earnest here! I like these guys for what they are. They are honest souls and they are after the truth. Sincerity is one thing which still touches my heart. I go all mellow inside whenever I see a sincere human soul -sincere to any cause that is, this feeling of mine is blind to the creeds they belong to. Sincerity is a rare quality in a human being, while most distrust it in people, I admire it.

It is nice to believe in something than not believe in anything. It takes some guts to do that. Faith is childlike; it won’t take nay for an answer. So whenever I see a person with faith I am delighted, I feel protective about them, I feel worried that they might lose this faith someday and would be broken. Simple belief has something going for it. It gave us the myths, they were vibrant and looked after us for a long time, till people tried to kill them with their superior knowledge.

I am a great fan of mystery, have been always. I love mysterious beings and mysterious happenings. Our ordinary life is so dull and un- interesting that we may need to take recourse to fantasy every now and then to relieve the tedium. So I have nothing against the Aliens and UFO’s, the fact is that they have now become a part of our consciousness and would remain for some time still. So I love pro Alien /UFO set. I love their simple hearted belief in the thing. In fact I love those who have a simplistic belief and approach in life. I envy them in fact. I am too disillusioned to be so. I have drunk all the bitterness of the world up, to be like that, in my beliefs.

But sadly I don’t yet believe in aliens or UFO’s. This is not merely because I haven’t seen any of them in my life (I don’t consider that thing I saw to be any alien vehicle, though I joked about it, it could have been an optical illusion,) but it is more because we do not need them for our growth or anything else. We may have been an infant civilization once; we may have needed help then. May be someone provided it and may be they didn’t. That’s all past now. Now we have more pressing problems with us than the aliens.
Yet I am ready to defend the right of those who believe in these things in all the ways I can. Honestly I would prefer dying by the hand of a sincere believer than by the hand of some scrupulous charlatan who fakes his beliefs, if I had to die so. To be frank most of us are such charlatans, and great dissemblers in our lives. We may say that we have no other options and that may be right too, but it muddies up the world terribly.

So my well wishes to you, alien-ufo believers……

Self doubts

Here I am, troubled by self doubts again.

But really, why are people like this, we do one thing and they guess some thing else. We want to help and they turn hostile!

Hostility turned inwards is hate, and hate can be a little too much to handle at times.

Here I was trying to help a poor bugger thinking he deserved it, and it turns out he doesn’t need it……

He does need it badly, but wouldn’t admit it; it amounts to the same thing. We get laughed at for what amount of good we did.

Well, I know, no sane person really cares about what others think of him and what he does, it is not that, it is the hidden animosity that is troubling. Not from others but the recipient. No, we don’t expect them to be servile because we did a favor to them -for the rest of their lives. That would be obscene. But at least we expect recognition.

Well, who does recognize whom these days! We do a good turn to somebody out of good will and we appear as the dumbest person alive!

My friends say I was crazy to do that. The problem is, people have become wise, and none expects any thing from any one other than by way of coercion.

That is acceptable, because there is no loss of face involved. I should have guessed it; none needs any crumbs of bread other than by way of the sweat of their ‘wicked’ brow.

Hello Satan, how are you! (Perhaps I am a little too self righteous?)

The case of Aandi Pandaram

Something has triggered the memory of a story in my mind.

It’s the story of Andi Pandaram.

Aandi Pandaaram was what people call vileness personified, the like, (hopefully) you would never come across in your life. He had swindled, robbed, cheated, humiliated, maimed, and hurt everyone he had ever met. There were hardly any exceptions (He was such a democrat in that regard). People used to shrivel up at the bare mention of this unimaginably inhuman character. Like all such enviable men, it was his wont to inflict numberless physical and mental tortures on his children and grandchildren. He used to make sure that they never spent a day with a dry eye.

But even inestimable men like him have to die one day and at last his day had come. The sublimely wicked, as you can guess, are generally very intelligent (there could be exceptions like the ‘Assange’ if you like , but they don’t really count do they? The poor slobs, they don’t even know what they are doing!) and hence he could guess that his sojourn on the earth was about to be over.

So the irrepressible man called all his children and grand children to his bedside and spoke to them in great anguish.

‘Oh, my very own’ (the unfortunate guys quaked at the implication of these words) ‘oh my very own, I have sinned against God, People and of course against you guys. But all that is now sadly past (he could barely suppress a wistful sigh while saying so). And I am about to leave this earth. As you can see I am penitent; I grieve over what I have done.

He paused a moment for effect. His offspring stood there mute, barely believing what they were hearing. Even in that weak condition the man’s force of evil and command over them were such that none even dared to think of saying anything in reply.

The guy looked contritely and almost benignly on his poor subjects and went on.

I know that once I pass-away demons would take possession of my soul and burn me in hell.

He stopped again and searched their faces for some traces of emotion, however light it was. His subjects were not very intelligent, but from years of experience they had learned to keep everything like feelings from their faces if they could help it while around the old man.

He now went on:

But please remember that I fathered you all and it is your duty to save me from this fate. The only way you could do so is to make it appear that I have been punished enough in this life itself. Would you promise me that you would do as I say?’

The poor fellows (may be secretly glad that they are about to be finally rid of the veritable beast) promised this.

The old horror continued.

‘Then my children, soon after I die, you should strip me down to my bare essentials and should drive a large pike up my arse as a punishment for my worldly sins”

The listeners were stunned, but the Aandi Pandaaram made them promise.

He died peacefully (like all the heinous do) and the faithful children did as he had instructed. Poor morons, they must have relished the act, no doubt. But the repercussions were dreadful. The news of the act spread far and wide and all those who heard of it were horrified. To hate someone so and do such things to even to the corpse!

Some of the more conscientious immediately informed the Police and Aandi Pandaram’s offspring’s had to spend the rest of their lives inside a high security prison and had to do hard labor for life.

Some never let go even after they die!

What is it to be free?

Alright, alright, fear not, this freedom has little to do with the kind of freedom that a Buddha or a Sankaracharya were fond of, this has entirely to do with the supposed freedom that the humanity is said to have. Is there any such freedom at all, or should we laugh and say “Freedom is not free” with the unknown author of the quote?

Curiously Martin Luther King Junior seems to second this view. To him “Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.” No doubt he was talking from the point of view of those coveting freedom but sadly he never could achieve the status of a distributer of it. You need to be a ruler to do that. It is to be believed that the rulers would have craters full of freedom to dispose of.

We all have heard of things like ‘freedom struggle’, ‘freedom fighters’ and “one’s right to be free” and the like. There are still people rebelling all over the world against their rulers to obtain this enviable commodity.

The Irish have been at it for a considerable time now. The Libyans are fighting a bloody war to win it, against government troops. Several other people have also turned against their rulers (these rulers are then called “despots” or ‘autocrats’) for this same purpose. The same ruler can be both liberator and oppressor at various periods in his life. Some are both at the same time!

Don’t ask me how!

So then what is the content of freedom? Is it something that can be distributed by the ruling or is there some method by which one can bottle this commodity up and keep it under lock and key to deny it to some and serve it to some others, like serving it only to the moneyed or to one’s own people or one’s favorite allies? Are there different sorts of freedom such as the freedom to speak, the freedom to think, and also as Gandhi say’s the freedom to err? Yes, what is the content of freedom?

The dictionary gives us the following definition of freedom: “The condition of being free; the power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints”. If we agree with the definition the only thing left to decide is who has this power and who else haven’t. For this power can’t be exercised by all at the same time. Maybe you could just get away with the freedom of thought, because it’s mostly incoherent and internal. Most of us have learned to not to mind that.

If somebody thinks us a dud we could manage to think of them as the ‘dud-almighty’ and can go on with our lives. But this could not be the case with free speech and free act. You would not let someone exercise their free power to call you a dud to your face. That might prompt you to use your freedom to ‘act’ leading up to certain terrible results and both being admitted to a hospital where the treatment is not free.

So who has this power and who has not? If everyone is out to exercise this power to be free there would not be any one left to exercise it at all. May be this is why some think that freedom is the product of order. It is a contradiction in terms I know, order is nothing short of restraint. And our dictionary says that freedom is free from restraint.

There seems to be some problem here. I believe in freedom, it is something inherent in my nature and I think this preference for freedom is inviolable. But there seems to be no sense in going for freedom unless others can share it with me. The trouble is the extent to which I can trust others and allow them to share it. This brings on talks or restraint and your freedom is only up to the nose of the other guy. Then I think about a consensus. It is reached and I start to take the consensus as the guardian of my freedom. That in turn brings on laws of conduct and that brings on more laws and law enforcers and over and top of everything a law-firm called the government.

It enjoys a sort of monopoly in law making. It passes laws, implements laws, and protects laws. And suddenly it becomes law. The power to think, speak and act free belongs to it alone. It is sometimes called the king, the socialism, the capitalism, or any other cute names it can find to describe itself. In whatever manner it describes itself, it is god, and only it has the power to distribute freedom.

Well you see how freedom gets bundled out of the door the moment I start making judgments on others and becomes frightened of them. Sadly, I and mine have been making such judgments from the time immemorial. That’s how slavery originated, both mental and otherwise.

Perhaps that’s why Orwell said that “Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two makes four. If that is granted, all else follows.”

The fixed

If you are sore at heart you don’t see things aright. The pain adds flavors and colors to everything you see and make them appear twisted or ill-shaped.

This is nothing new in the world; there have never been a human being who could cut off this strange thing called the heart from the scheme of things and sub serve the behest of the intellect.

In fact what we call logic is not something primarily based on the intellect at all. It’s mostly an effort to interpret a situation in the light of our hearts desire. Socrates interpreted beauty as usefulness, Schopenhauer as will. Who is there to hold that both the stands are not derived of some emotional involvements?

We fashion world views according to the most intense set of emotions that we encounter in our lives. For example poverty drives people towards socialism; no amount of preaching of the well-fed priests would induce them to think that it’s as hard for the rich to get into the heaven as it’s hard for a camel to go through the needle hole. To their minds the rich may find a way to enlarge a needle hole enough to get their camels easily through.

Such things have happened before!


They don’t want a heaven somewhere in the future, they want it now or they want a heaven they have some involvement in creating.

One cannot blame them can one? The guy’s are not really thinking about the general welfare of the people most of the time, what they have in mind are the things they had to go through in their lives to survive. Those hardships put them with others undergoing the same predicaments.

What I am trying to suggest is that logic and reason are subservient to the promptings of emotions than otherwise. The Alexander or the British Empire was only interested in conquests and not whether they were logical in nature. The ‘white’ supremacists believe they are the only race loved by god and it’s visible in their skin color. The Jews believe that they are the chosen race by god, the Muslims does not lag much behind.

To the Marxists the world would only be freed through their system.

If there is anything common among these different faiths, that is the total lack of real and hard thought behind their different and opposing stands. They are all constructed on the foundations of emotionalism. Volumes are written in support of these different faiths by their followers. All of them would quote the texts or situations or happenings that would be useful to their claims alone.

It’s all a matter of heart, not mind, all the materials that are introduced in support is prompted by an illogical desire to save one’s own faith.

I am not claiming that I have stated hitherto unknown facts about life; many others have done these in more logical fashion for us. But these thoughts came to my mind as I was trying to discern some meaning into the actions of certain of my colleagues who are in some sort of fix currently.

Who let the dogs loose?

I don’t know what the hell is happening; the world has come totally unhinged for me. May be it is not a new feeling, may be some of us feel it some time in their lives. But the feeling is intense.

It is as if the whole hell is breaking loose and the sky is falling down. And no I am not merely speaking of the disaster in Miyagi. It’s terrible, it’s sad. I have always liked those hardy and small statured people. The scenes that are brought by TV are painful, but as I said earlier, nature nurtures many such calamities in its clichéd ‘womb’.

Maybe it doesn’t like men anymore, may be it doesn’t like the sins that we commit, maybe it is after us in real earnest. On many parts of the world, rains are drying up, rivers are growing forests in the middle, and the temperature is in the heavens. Soil is fast becoming uncultivable.

It’s a total mess. The earth’s axis is also said to have shifted four inches after the tsunami.

Now don’t shiver up. We are not going to die immediately. We may all die off all the same, individually and socially, sometime in the future. We have not been promised by any god that we would go on inhabiting and surviving in this globe called the earth have we been?

No of course not, this is the general belief carried by most of us, barring some teleologists out there, who believe that everything is created for a purpose and for us to make use of. Well they may be right, who are we to say that they are wrong. These are the times that people are slowly shifting away from the scientific approach and are embracing all kinds of new beliefs.

Even the discovery channel is showing, ‘’psychic investigations”. May be they believe in the crap. May be the little light specks they are showing on screen are ghosts or souls or something like that. May be the creaks and tapping that’s heard are real and ghostly.

But they are not our real problem are they? The real problem that we face is of the ghosts that are amongst us and undermining everything that we have stood for. These are the ghosts that we have created, of misuse of power, misdirection or resources, misinterpretation of signs.

These go by the name of politicians.

I know you are on my side on this and shares this distaste of politicians, at least, that’s what makes me go on. You know this thing about being a member of civil society and having the need to communicate. On this point most would agree with me. There even seems to have been a guy who said “I may not agree with what he says, but I will lay down my life for his right to say it”

Okay it was not about me that he said it. But that doesn’t alter a single thing. As long as we are members of a free society (not all agree on this point. There are views that most of the race is only good for hard labor) we have a right to put our thoughts into words. None of these are big secrets too. We all know the world is where it is, is because of our mismanagement. And we don’t directly manage the world do we? We do, or supposedly get it done, though our representatives.

And these guys have totally made things worse haven’t they?

What could be the answer? Anarchy? Maybe not. But there has to be an enhanced awareness of what’s going on around us. Not the kind of awareness that’s created by the vested interests. But a deeper one, a positive and strong one that’s created out of our own uninfluenced experiences and analysis.

Let’s hope that this enlightenment would permeate into every sphere of human life and make it a better one.

When nature strikes

When nature takes on the role of a villain there’s nothing man can do about it. This has happened in the past in Sumatra, in Lattur, in California, in Haiti and is happening almost every year in Bangladesh. Lives are lost, structures are swept away, power sources are cut, and fields are turned into marshes overnight.

It’s a giant and awe inspiring spectacle when that happens. Mighty forces are unleashed and they pull everything down on their way to some destination the nature has set. We can only turn mute and look at what’s happening. Every time man finds a remedy for an impending disaster the nature invents a new one or ups the scale on which its forces are let loose. There’s no let up.

And there are no real remedies, the only option is flight. The history of man’s progress is the history of flight both from nature without and nature within. We fly from nature by fortifying our defenses against it.

When the nature wants blood it gets it every time. Men knew of this from the time they knew how to reason. They invented gods by reasoning thus but they were just children of our imaginations and knew not how to help us. The failed gods led us to the only truth that we could find- that of the unity of man and nature, that of the single truth of existence.

But philosophy wouldn’t forestall disasters. Even precautions do little to avert calamities. A part of Japan is under floods now, from the pictures that we see the floods have destroyed most of what man has painstakingly built over a lot of years. The waters seem to advance slow but sure on a path of complete destruction.

The Japanese are a resilient people; they have survived unimaginable natural and manmade disasters in the past and I am sure that they would do it again. They are the people who built an economic empire out of a land lacking in resources. It’s a tiny land with giant aspirations; it’s a tiny people with mighty resolve.
I wish well for them and I extend my sympathies with the people on my land to that devastated land and it’s currently suffering people... Let nothing get you down; let the calamity strengthen your resolve to be winners again.

Grab bangles sirrah

Fright makes even idiots do things that they have never dreamed of doing. Certain of them even hide behind women and scuttles to and fro from places of power to overcome it. They have this strange notion that crowd is a good place to hide themselves. Even the best among men do foot massage to the wicked to extricate themselves from situations that they are afraid of. Fear is a vast domain and its territories extend to places that one never remembers of. It’s mostly subterranean and transfigures one beyond recognition.


When the top-dog is weak and effeminate this affects the whole establishment. This has been happening to mine. There is no use in being not corrupt alone, this any fool can hope to achieve. It’s easy; one has only to recall what one is taught in younger days and develop an obstinacy to stick to it. It’s only a learned behavior and has little moral value in itself. Virtue is not very palatable when it has little thought process behind it.


Now this top dog of mine, he has almost undone the whole of my establishment during his tenure. The whole department is soon going to be extinct and the weakling is still trying to show off as the most moral of men. May be this fate was unavoidable, there are other forces working at it. But he had some sort of a responsibility to make the establishment appear as a useful one in the eyes of the public. This he has failed to do. But still holds forth as the best of moralists around.

“I have done this and I have done that for you” he whines. “I have not even taken a holiday in my service.”

Well nobody asked him not to take a holiday. In fact such guys should take frequent holidays and reflect on what they are doing. Forgetting one’s life for something else is not a good sign in anyone, it’s sloppy behavior. Installed moral code does not mean a single thing unless it helps one to understand something about life and live it accordingly. Such as he fails because, he has a foolish ideal within that says that he should do this and that all through his life. The ideal is not his own, he has not tried to develop one of his own.

But strangely he seems to think that he has some right to claim the imaginary fruits that the constancy to the stupid ‘ideal’ is supposed to have brought to him. We can’t claim others children as our own and try to bring them up. In ordinary life they end in mental institutions. But luckily the moral bogus-pops flourish all over the world and are doing very well.

Well I have nothing against a bit of egoism; I would listen to an unabashed egotist than a trickster posing as a people’s man any day in my life. The egotist at least openly admits his interest in himself while the other expert stabs us when ones back is turned. All his high and mighty speech is only in self interest but he avoids mentioning himself cutely all through it.

But the egoist cannot be irresponsible in life, even the worst among them would have something sensible to say. This is natural since he is bound to exert his brain to some extent to defend himself.

This all came up because the palpable fear that this guy exhibits and his idiotic misjudgments have made the other frightened chicken in the department still worse. Currently a guy who was suspended for misbehavior and has recently reinstated is scurrying to HQ and back in a true blood-hound manner. He is out to get some one’s vitals. And the still better idiot at the HQ seems of the same mind.

What drove such fear into these useless and incompetent morons is beyond my powers of guessing. They are like a frightened lot of women and are alternatively weeping and crying. Who made these into men I wonder, they would not even do well in women’s garbs for some women are at least capable.

The fat boy’s evening foray

Man, the fat boy was away on serious business, he was out on an inspection it seems. Of course he is not supposed to know anything about any ‘insp’ or ‘ection’; he is just there to look very fat and very dignified. This fact one can safely assume. I had used him in the same capacity once to save another incompetent from making us all a laughing stock in a situation, and he came up trumps. No no, not the unstable and incompetent flop, but our fat beauty. He would look dignified in any situation no doubt, because he already looks forty even though he is only twenty plus.

Talk about maturity. He has it all. May be he doesn’t open his mouth much, that is understandable, it’s a tiny mouth covered in folds of flesh, it’s not very easy to get it open at the best of times. But what of it guys, he manages with his bulk alone and could carry any situation with him by just being there and ogling at all those who are around him with a half sheepish look. This is supposed to drive the fear of god into the spectators.

In a poor land fat guys normally get great respectability. The poor and downtrodden wonders at the bulk and what goes into producing all that flesh. They can’t even imagine how that can be possible. They are in great awe of the rhinoceroses and would behave.

You can guess why the guy was taken to the place of inspection. I have no doubt that the inspection went very well. The incompetent I spoke about have been put in charge of the inspection team. The guy is mentally ill, but is a vast source of deadly poison and would make everybody else go nuts with his scary dramatics. He plays the roles of a real bitch most of the times and is very good at whispering campaigns. He could get people in trouble just by his viciousness. Probably the guys in charge of the station there would be cowed and removed by now. It’s true that everyone who was deputed for the job is better be gotten rid of. But you know sometimes it is like that in the world. Those who does all the real shit gets fired and the shitters get to bask in glory.

Well the delegation of nit wits have not all come back in the evening. Only the fat one came back. It is said that the guy had to take something to his warlord who dislikes visiting the workplace and would be cocooned up at his house at all times in the day. He likes to play with children it is reported, and what more would be useful than seeing children grow up, it is the most important and time consuming of all jobs. Women might do it very well. But when men does it its remarkable. A short man gets to be someone big like that.

Yeah our fat boy, (he could be used as a buoy) has come back in the evening more serious than ever. He is bursting at seams (literally too) with great importance. He has to carry some papers to the warlord and the warlord has to take it to the higher ups. It’s mostly just plain crap and nothing else. But the way the guys behave completely beats me. What is so secretive about plain government work, and why can’t it be done at the office than somewhere else? Well you can keep asking these questions till you are hoarse.

There wouldn’t be any answer at all. The people may be are waiting for an answer too. But as you very well know it won’t be forthcoming at all. Answer the people, god forbid, would anybody do that, not even when you are in the deepest of hells, that’s impossible. Don’t we know how to manage people, don’t we know how to trick them and make them believe that they are not really being taken for a ride but instead their interests are being seriously looked after.

So this mysterious thing they are conveying to the warlord would be of the greatest shitty importance. It keeps them occupied and in good humor. No wonder why the fat boy looks down on every one now and remarks to me that he would only be by the Monday. Well he is so puffed up with importance that he was terrible to watch.
I Might have been unkind to him perhaps, he could be only doing what he is told. He just rumbled away on his mission making everyone else just unimportant. Would he get to his place of his destination in this apoplectic state? Let us hope that he would. He doesn’t use the normal kind of conveyance. He just rolls to his destination. It is also downhill and with bit of help from kind gravity he would reach there soon enough.

His foray was good. I am still trembling with the gravity of the great spectacle. Now someone says that he is out to get some spending done.
Man! The luck some guys has!

Turning an apothecary into a doctor

There is the field-work, and there is the work-field. One is a job and the other is a place. A job is done in a place; it of course is an activity. But a place doesn’t have to do anything, it doesn’t move, or at least it is relatively so, considering the ‘old-fangled’ ideas of earth’s rotation and its place in the universe. Nobody cares for such crap anymore; do any, in real life? Bah…….

One should put a wedge in somewhere, and there are enough places in our thought culture to do so.

So of course not, we don’t care for such nonsense in our daily lives. We still go by astrological charts rather than the rules of astronomy in what we do. I know some of you might oppose this notion of mine. But think some more, we live in the midst of superstitions; even the most scientific brain would have some.

Want to wager? Ask a scientist what shoe they put on first. You will be scolded out of the room, there is superstition for you! The scientists are not alone in this; there are brighter people around in the world that is unaware of what they are doing too. Want to hear about it?

Among the guys I know of, there is this superstition that the moment they do what is entrusted to them, their lives would be worthless. Think that you are a driver or plumber or surveyor or a draughtsman, you must not do what you have been paid to do. In fact you should do everything else and make it appear that you are somebody else.

Think hard, you say that you don’t do it? Are you sure, have there been a divine dicta or something that you were destined to do that particular job and nothing else? Oh I know you can’t immediately find the dicta in Toto. Okay I shall take your words for it. You know your limitations and you are satisfied with what you have got in life and occasionally you are even willing to perform the duties connected with it.

Well you are a blessed lot. You know who you are or at least you have a pretty good idea what you are not. Good going friends.

But there are some who are still unsure of what they are apart from the notion that they need money to live in this world. This is a general supposition and one can’t blame people for it. Money may be simply paper, but the paper has certain properties to be afraid of, one being the kind of value even idiots get if they have enough of the thing.

If you call yourself intelligent you know how to respect money and not to do what you are supposed to do. If you do everything as you are required to do wouldn’t you be like an automaton programmed to do certain things under certain specific conditions. You lose prestige that way. And prestige is important. Wonder why our guys don’t do what they are expected to do. It’s all about individuality and human essence.

So if you are a surveyor, you don’t survey, if you are a driver you don’t drive, if you are plumber you don’t plumb, you simply do what else you find out there to bolster your prestige. Let me paint an imaginary situation of what you should do if you are, for example a surveyor.

One thing you must not do at all costs is survey. Let them kill you for it, but you are not to survey at all. The best thing for you to do is to visit no fields if you can help it. Shirk all fields like the very hell and stick hard and fast to your work place. You should be able to do this for at least sixteen years running to be able to establish that you are not a surveyor but something else. All the while you must try to voice your opinions on everything about the work you are really required to do and manage to make someone else do it or find a way to blame every fault on others to get your money bag filled on a monthly basis.

There would come a time when the compounder get promoted to an apothecary (It is much better for them to promote and get you out of your area of work to safeguard the interests of the general public at least) and then you can start pretending that you are something else other than the apothecary.

Life is a great stage for pretending is it not?

Equal to a fault

Sure, I am not against women, and no, I am no sexist. But the fact remains that the dames that I have under me is a real pain in the ass. They won’t come on time and mostly leave before time. That is sufferable, but the kind of ‘cattiness’ they show sometimes drives me up the walls.

The moment I put my foot down on anything official which they don’t take to, they are like the porcupines with all their bristles out. They glare and breathe fire. To their minds I am the violator unless I see eye to eye with them on all subjects. I must admit that they do a bit of work and often are better organized than most of the guys around. But that is hardly any excuse for disobedience. This disrespect could be there because they consider me thoroughly inferior to some of the more saucy men around.

The guys they like have a ready smile and sugary words with them at all times and would go fetch the moon if the dames asked them to do it. I don’t think it is wrong at all, though I might not be so inclined, as some of these ladies are more capable than the guys that they make use of. But there is nothing wrong with helping others on anything unimportant and it is up to the person to do it or not.

The ladies are so pleased with this attitude of the men folk that they look up on the guys with great warmth, while they hate the sight of me for treating them equal with the guys (Well that’s the point about equality is it not, giving the same privileges to all?). But I have an inkling that the fair sex would still like to be treated with deference. They may be taking it as a right too. Nobody is seen talking about women’s lib anymore and with good reason. Who would want to change a state where they can have all the goodies and enough men to order about?

And everybody knows the kind of power a woman can bestow on men with a single supportive glance, let alone out right support. Their admiration would do wonders to the fragile egos of the macho male. Sadly I have overcome that stage now and do not any more ‘picture’ a girl as the spectator of everything I do whether alone or in a crowd. (I hear that even wizened guys go for it). I have got rid of that mythical goddess.

So I have few complaints, I have been with women and there is little magic left there apart from the basic need that one feels sometimes for them. That would remain with the best of men all through their lives. If there are some moralists and doubters who oppose this view read Gandhi and the lives of saints. You would either become humble and admit that this particular urge is stronger than you think or else would feel so puffed up thinking that you are better than these ‘poor sinners’ ( “man, why do people revere them so, it’s unbelievable!”)

I am not an unkind guy, I have not been denying the dames full freedom and am mostly supportive of all the better things that they do. It is not that they do anything bad; the point is that they would not do anything at all when they are put out. This puts one in some bother sometimes. The ‘invertebrate’ men that are being affected by this lackadaisical approach of the dames would invariably blame the guy in charge than any of the dames.

I have been in some such predicament of late. The reason? That I do not accord preferential treatment to the dames, I treat them the same with men and is as strict with them as with men. It is not that I scold them or dart black looks on them. God forbid! But I like to get things done in the manner they are intended to be done. The women (in this blessed land at least) do get the same kind of perks and the same kind of the money that the men get now. They get more leeway in some matters than men holding the same kind of jobs do.

So the least they can do is to do things the way they have to be done when they are about it. It would not hurt the public if they did so. But strangely their operative idea seems to be that all the guidelines are made for the purpose of being interpreted by them. They interpret them in the manner they think fit and there can’t be any opposition to this line of thought. They know how to process something and when. If it is not done correctly and in time the public may go hang or better still and go on and worship them.

You see the kind of lovely situation that I am in? I am in a fix.

Fat boy is buying

You can be 24 and be a dud, and you can be 44 and be a bigger dud. If the duds get intoxicated they don’t become any the brighter. They become the nastier.

I have seen all sorts of them; they keep cropping up all over the place all the time. It doesn’t matter what they think about themselves, it doesn’t matter who their friends are, and it doesn’t matter if they know the rule-books by heart or by rote- a dud will always be a dud and would behave like a dud. It's the golden rule for the dud's own country The more incoherent they are the nastier they become.

May be they can't help themselves.

I have been watching a few duds and their cronies at work today. There’s a cheap thrill of doing evil running among them and they were reveling in it. They were all intoxicated, even the ladies. I don’t know if the ladies were really drunk or were drunk with something else.
It was the 24 year old dud who was spending money for the drinks, and because they are all duds and because they think that the world is with them they have put it all down in the middle of day and inside the workplace.

Among them there was this near-fifty dud. The dirt-pot would drink the whole ocean up if it is free. I have seen him coming to the office on all four- well may be not exactly, but he was not very far from it. I had wanted to kick the detestable leer of his face. But sadly I could not do it.

The idiot is in some way handicapped, I would end up in big trouble if I did that, so I had to curb the desire. The ‘twenty four’ guy was the worst, his bulk is tremendous, probably he was made to gobble up everything in his younger days and only a considerable amount of liquor would make all that bulk soak.

These are all duds but they know their enemy when they see one. I can’t but despise them, for the duds have made the place I am in into some filthy hole, it smells all round. They haven’t worked for a single day for the last twenty years or so, there has been nothing to show for these years other than a few blackened desks.

How could one suffer them? My disgust is visible and they don’t like it at all. They have bunched together and are planning something to do to me. They keep jabbering all the time. For the peace of the world, I would not mind it if somebody has put something in their mouth. At least there would be peace and quiet.

I have a serious doubt that the duds are reading what I am writing here. That hasn’t enlightened him about their own stench at all. Some have such thick skins that even a rhino would become ashamed of it.

Their current ploy is to pretend that everything I do is wrong; they really believe in it too. One can’t wonder at it, considering the kind of grey cells they have in their pate. If there is one bright thought in their skulls that’s about their own importance, this is getting bolstered by the ‘able’ help of the still greater idiots who find me against them. It’s all about some politics. The local organizations are definitely active in pulling the system down, so they would naturally come to these guys assistance.

With the kind of bedfellows these keep, the world won’t long survive.
I am planning to do caricatures on all of these interesting characters, by and by. They might not like it. But I might derive some pleasure out of it.

I know that the duds are expecting these lines. One has to give the fools what they want, otherwise they would become pissed, and as you know, you can do anything in the world, but you do not scratch your nose in front of the dumb!



Cheerio

Bum's for Hire

Goons mostly do not have much intelligence, but they do have a bit of cunning and that’s what their use is! Oh they are the simplest of men, you know, they are satisfied with what they have, that is, a senseless desire to ‘help’ others to the determent of all those who are on the other side of the person being helped. And what help! They would pawn their very own to ‘help’ their godfathers. It would not look like a sacrifice to them.

It’s an easy lot, those of the controllers. They have only to get hold of some of these sorry wastrels and make use of them by giving them ideas. You and I could not do it, for we don’t know the strings to pull. If we knew we would succeed as well.

Then we will get muscles for hire, with no brains to back it, what you instruct them to do they will do, for you see, they are the most obedient of all animals. You would be surprised how many such weak brained morons are out there waiting if you have the right kind of credentials. You need to be evil through and through and need to get it across to these thick skulled Neanderthals. The weak has a strange fascination for evil. They can’t cook it up from themselves. They need a host mechanism to hook up to satisfy their vicarious urges. .

Well there is this cute guy that I know; he is the most mannerly of all, only that he has this strange weakness for goons. He can’t help it. Without them and without a bit of manipulating and devilry he can’t live. May be its not his fault, maybe it’s how he is made. No one can deny their own antecedents can they? Even if one tries to conceal it, it comes out. There is something in genetics no doubt.

His weakness is made use of by certain pusillanimous dotards in power because these useless beings believe that the only way power can be exercised is through coercion. I happen to know one such sentient being. To him every one else is no good and he alone is worthy. Worthy of what you may ask. Worthy to lead probably. The coward has had some luck in his life. By a strange intervention of circumstance he has been elevated to a place somewhat accidentally at a comparatively younger age.

The only skill he seems to posses for the job is a long memory. He remembers all the wrongs he has been subjected to, mostly these wrongs are a creation of his imagination. Somebody has made him a chump once upon a time. He changes color whenever he sees that guy now. He would not look straight because he can’t face anything directly. I have often thought the guy has something very feminine in him. May be that illness is making him very bitchy and if it is so, he can’t be blamed for what he does. No wonder he has become a patsy.

May be it’s the weak who acts through agents. This guy is so paranoid that he has made every job an act of vendetta. May be there is a deep rooted sado-masochist tendency in him. Probably others know about it too and are making use of it for their benefit.

His present working style seems to be that of providing benefits for the goons that others are supplying to him. They are doing it out of a respect and an inborn evil leaning and a strange and mirthless conceit. Anyway, the cute ‘mother’ and her children are doing fine now; they have almost finished the institution of.