28 Feb 2015
Slack Sat'day
Sketch, he wanted to, Camus
Sketch, he did, a stranger
What a fall!
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Sketch, he wanted to, Camus
Sketch, he did, a stranger
What a fall!
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Both of [X]’s wives turned out to be expensive to keep, having a predilection for clothes and jewellery. It became clear that [X] had joined al-Qaeda because he needed the money, so therefore the leverage would be offering to help him with his financial needs.
At the next interview, [Y] had $10000 on his desk, which had been taken in a raid. He also forged a divorce petition that indicated to [X] that he could get rid of the more expensive of his wives. Suddenly, [X] started talking in detail about his work as a bomb-maker for al-Qaeda. As the interrogations continued, the interrogators found themselves getting ever closer to the prime object of the manhunt – [Z].
– Source: Manhunt / Alexander Stilwell
Who is innocent? Who exploited whom? I wonder if we have definitive answers for these questions, although any uncertainty on such judgmental questions irks us. Our conditioning with duality compels us to judge in haste and finish with it. We don’t quite like dwelling. We put God and Devil at opposite poles; it’s easy. All ethical, moral and activist rhetoric adopts this slant. The fault is always with the other.
But is it so simplistic? The other is a product of the system, the same system we are part of. Consequently, the responsibility befalls on each one of us. Greed is encouraged in consumerist systems, and it passes off as innocuous, and even desirable, trait. It appears harmless. When we sit and dig deeper, the stories the layers unravel might be appalling. The finger then turns about and points to oneself.
God and Devil are never at the poles, for there are none. All we have is shades of grey. Innumerable shades of grey. And God and Devil are somewhere there, lurking, playing hide-and-seek.
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from these ashes
shall He rise
the trident-weilding
three-eyed pearl
of the trinity
in Him shall
the three passages of time
merge into timeless;
in Him shall
the three worlds of might
unite into boundless;
in Him shall
the three dimensions of perception
dissolve into wakefulness
and at this place
where music and silence mingle
darkness and light combine;
where the living dread
and the dead rest,
shall you hear the steps
of His eternal dance
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ACT I
God: “They know you are not me. Why keep them waiting?”
Godot: “I might go, but what’s the point, though?”
God: “Contemplating about the point! Doesn’t suit you.”
Godot: “If only I cared!”
Pause.
The leafless tree braves another winter.
Godot: “What’s your point?”
God: “Do I need one?”
Godot: “So, let it be!”
The lace of the shoe comes off.
God: “Tea-par-tee-re-par-tee”
ACT II
All Over. Again.
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bare to your bone
though you stand
the sky is the mirror
to your beauty
some playful girl
chased by her dad
will pick up your fallen leaf
and kiss it in joy
some aimless breeze
on a summer evening
will, while you are in slumber,
listen to your silent song
some solitary bird
weary in its flight
will make you its home
till the skies rain again
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In reality, you are pushed to live with illusion. You are never encouraged to ponder about, and understand, reality. Consequently, illusion becomes your only reality. Your education, media, and gossip are full of trite memes, sustained and strengthened by illusion. For it's only in illusion that the unreal can be sold: peace, equality, freedom and growth for all. Any by buying in, you contribute to the continuity of that illusion.
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గిది తింటె విషమంటివి
గది తింటె జరమంటివి
గిది తాగితె క్యాన్సర్
గది తాగితె లివర్ ఖరాబ్
గీ పండు ముడ్తే పెస్టిసైడ్
గా ఫ్రిజ్ తాకితె కొవ్వు
జరంత గాలి పీలుస్తె కాలుశ్యం
చుక్క నీరు తాగితె ఫ్లోరైడ్
గది జబర్దస్త్ అని ఒకడు
గది మంచిది కాదని ఇంకోడు
గటు గుంజీ, గిటు గుంజీ
ఎదవను చేస్తరేంది?
తినాలంటే దడ, తాగాలంటే భయం
అరె, గిట్లైతే బతికేదెట్ల తమ్మీ?
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