All agents were affecting and getting affected by each other. The balanced minds were needed to calm the unbalanced minds. And Mao's was a balanced mind.
He would sometimes sit cross legged with a cup of tea near his office. knowing that his thoughts were his alone, and he had the right to dwell deeper into this other world of his whenever he wished to. At these times he would often wonder how the tea could know the cup. How could the tea really know if there was a cup to hold it together, and how indeed could the tea escape from the limitations of the cup. He also wondered if the cup was a good thing...for he knew that without the cup , the tea would no longer be useful. How was the tea to find its own limits? Will the tea ever recognize the cup? And then his thought train would end just like that, in one final big sip.
Mao had the ability to look at things from hundreds of angles all at the same time. Sometimes, his thoughts would grow so loud that he had to talk to someone to let all this hot air escape. And these were the times when he thought he was slowly turning insane. But he knew that other people had these kind of thoughts too, they just ignored them. A few drops from his cup gave him more stability, and made him realize that there truly was such a thing as a cup.
Brushing all his thoughts aside at one go, he went back to his world, his world of failed imperfect giant men, and slowly he transitioned to being one of them-ignorant superficial and imperfect;incomplete.
Somehow, those few cups of tea would be his nirvana, those were the moments he cherished most. Those were the moments when he really thought about the big questions in humanity. The questions that really mattered; to him. The questions on the origin of an impulse.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
the why circle.
The big huge fair men were random , few and far between. They did not know they were unknowingly affirming the blind man's artificial reality. All they were really doing were helping him, so as to help themselves in affirming their own version of reality; to prove to themselves that yes, it is compassion that makes the world go round.
Their version was common , while the blind man simply heard a different drummer-and both helped each other in finding satisfaction in the otherwise random life each led. More importantly, both offered an explanation to the final question-why did one exist? Answer- to serve the other; to find satisfaction in return.
There were other agents too, but these ones did not know the final question, because they were all lost in intermediate stages of the why circle. They were so engrossed in finding the answer to every why in detail that they had forgotten to keep track of the bigger question- the final question-the question that would set them free or push them into the little brown bearded world.
Their version was common , while the blind man simply heard a different drummer-and both helped each other in finding satisfaction in the otherwise random life each led. More importantly, both offered an explanation to the final question-why did one exist? Answer- to serve the other; to find satisfaction in return.
There were other agents too, but these ones did not know the final question, because they were all lost in intermediate stages of the why circle. They were so engrossed in finding the answer to every why in detail that they had forgotten to keep track of the bigger question- the final question-the question that would set them free or push them into the little brown bearded world.
Sunday, 1 March 2009
modern art
A little brown man with an overgrown beard lay masturbating under a tree near the modern art gallery. It disturbed him that he was attached to a ticking time bomb , and if he stopped masturbating, the bomb would explode taking with it all of humanity.
He was saving humanity; and there were people who were helping him in his mission, these agents that were fairer than he was, agents that dropped by and put a hundred in his pocket-affirming his noble selfless task. Sometimes they offered food, and this was how they payed respect, which he ate with his right hand.
Nodding wisely, he would go about his task from morning to evening, and then keep vigil all night making sure he did not sleep, because the world would explode if he were to sleep- and future, or none thereof, scared the shit out of him.
Little did he know that were he to sleep, the world that would explode would be his own world...a world that he had created in his mind, a world that affirmed the balance that he knew and no one else dared to find out. His belief was his alone, and a belief that had stood the test of time. tick tick tick went the bomb, stopping sometimes when he lost his concentration, and the scare the silence would create brought him back to his wits. He knew he could not stop doing it, because then the sound would stop, humanity would blame him for the leak.
He hated the sound of time passing by, and he hated that he was chosen to bare this numbing responsibility. Sure it was not easy to get to it, but he had traded his death to satisfy his curiosity,,,,and now that he knew, he no longer served the purpose of the system, he no longer served the cause effect cycle- and therefore he would be thrown out of the system; unless he served it-knowingly.
It had all begun with a simple question-why. all he did was to ask the why's of everything, and he had found it when he completed the circle of his own thoughts. Looking back, he knew he shouldn't have played around with the whys , because without his why's , the world had been perfectly normal. He shouldn't have asked the questions because he had realized that there is an answer to everything except one question- it was this final question that had turned his world upside down...he had asked the purpose of his existence.
He was saving humanity; and there were people who were helping him in his mission, these agents that were fairer than he was, agents that dropped by and put a hundred in his pocket-affirming his noble selfless task. Sometimes they offered food, and this was how they payed respect, which he ate with his right hand.
Nodding wisely, he would go about his task from morning to evening, and then keep vigil all night making sure he did not sleep, because the world would explode if he were to sleep- and future, or none thereof, scared the shit out of him.
Little did he know that were he to sleep, the world that would explode would be his own world...a world that he had created in his mind, a world that affirmed the balance that he knew and no one else dared to find out. His belief was his alone, and a belief that had stood the test of time. tick tick tick went the bomb, stopping sometimes when he lost his concentration, and the scare the silence would create brought him back to his wits. He knew he could not stop doing it, because then the sound would stop, humanity would blame him for the leak.
He hated the sound of time passing by, and he hated that he was chosen to bare this numbing responsibility. Sure it was not easy to get to it, but he had traded his death to satisfy his curiosity,,,,and now that he knew, he no longer served the purpose of the system, he no longer served the cause effect cycle- and therefore he would be thrown out of the system; unless he served it-knowingly.
It had all begun with a simple question-why. all he did was to ask the why's of everything, and he had found it when he completed the circle of his own thoughts. Looking back, he knew he shouldn't have played around with the whys , because without his why's , the world had been perfectly normal. He shouldn't have asked the questions because he had realized that there is an answer to everything except one question- it was this final question that had turned his world upside down...he had asked the purpose of his existence.
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