I am a refugee , a long time ago I had sought escape
An escape from a reality ,which was to me both puzzling and unbearable
An escape from a life that didn’t make sense at all
So I ran away and sought refuge
Sought refuge deep inside my head.
And there I made myself a new Home
It was a beautiful place -my new Home
Out there was the bleakness of reality and my new Home was all warmth and sunshine
Out there was soul crushing loneliness and inside was liberating solitude
Out there were life sucking conundrums and inside was life giving clarity
Out there was confusion and chaos and inside life and creation
I loved my new Home. So I kept adding to it.
I made mansions. And erected towers. I dug up lakes and rivers and whole seas.
I made long hallways. And constructed elaborate mazes.
There were libraries . Conservatories and even an Opera House.
But from time to time , I had to step out of my new Home. And visit reality
And I couldn’t wait to go back home. The first few times I was very happy to be back
Then something started changing. Home felt less and less like home.
I started seeing signs of reality in my new Home.
A dark cloud here. A cold draft there.
I was bringing a piece of reality with me every time I stepped out.
No matter how rarely I visited reality , some of it would always seep into my new Home.
I started seeing shadows of other people. I was no longer alone.
I was locked out of my own towers and getting lost in my own hallways
Whole sections were missing from my libraries. Phantoms now haunted the mazes
Where there was sunshine , there is now fog and mist
Where there was liberating solitude , there is now haunting company
Where there was clarity there are now shadows
My new Home now is a Frankenstein’s monster.
The inside of my head has turned against me. I cant wait to leave.
But where do I go? I sought refuge here from an unbearable reality.
And now like all refugees , I am just another schizophrenic
I am on the border of my new Home and reality ,willing to live in neither.
I have a foot each in each one of them and a firm footing in neither.
So I teeter on the edge ,as I slowly turn insane.
DEATH
Death paid me a visit the other day It was not my time yet , she just liked to visit from time to time , like an old friend She is beautiful – Death – and very serene , The serenity of one who has seen so much and knows it all means so little I liked her. And I liked talking to her. She always said the same things. “Why do you always choose her over me” , And , “She is not very nice to you , is she?” “She gives you nothing but pain. Yet you cling to her so desperately , why?” “I am rest. I am respite. I am peace” “I am the sweet bliss of forgetfulness. I am dreamless sleep. I am the relief of endings” “I am the calm of extinction. I am the end. I am also eternity” “I reduce the chaos of everything into the sweet balm of nothing” “I am the most powerful being that ever was. And ever will be” “Yet you choose her, every time , she – but a poor servant of mine” “She – the ugliest being that ever was and the most fragile” “She is a cruel mistress and she is capricious. She is twisted. She is hateful” “She is the Trojan Horse of the Greeks. She is the Pandora’s box of Zeus. ” “She is to be feared, even when she comes bearing gifts” “She is vile. She is sadistic. She gives you hope only to take it away” “She commits unspeakable tortures. She alienates your friends. She sleeps with your enemy” “You love her more than anything. Yet She defiles your love.” “How can you not hate her? How can you not want me?” Death was right. Life, was indeed a cruel mistress. I don’t know why I loved her so. I nodded my head in thoughtful understanding “I don’t know” , I mumbled “You do know Life doesn’t love you? “, she said . I nodded. “You do know she is only preparing you for me” , she said, “Life is my servant after all”. I nodded. “Will you choose me then , at least this time” , she asked gently ,her hand outstretched I shook my head. Death smiled. “I will never understand” , Death said I sighed. “Neither will I”
THE WHITE TOWER
I was beautiful once Poetry dripped off my lips like honey. And I could make the most heavenly music. I told the most incredible stories. And I could speak in several tongues. I felt deeply. And loved fiercely. I would burst into a song for no reason. And dance a jig in the middle of the street. I was foolish. I was beautiful. And I loved myself. But I was hungry and poor. So I sold myself to the White Tower. I was to be a solider in it’s army , for the White Tower fought many battles. And it needed beautiful people in it’s army It gave me a few pieces of silver , a sword and a plumed helmet So off I went to fight battles. I fought in the meadows. And on the beaches. I brought down monsters and ran yelling into breaches. I won many battles for the White Tower. And every few years , it would give me one more piece of silver , a longer sword and a better helmet I am a skilled soldier now , a veteran of many battles and the scars to show for it. I am no longer hungry and poor. But the only music I now make is when I march to battle. War cries are my only songs. The expletives I shout at the enemy are my poems. My battle scars mutely relate my stories. And now I understand only the tongue of war. I don’t dance anymore because my sword is too long and my helmet too heavy I don’t allow myself to feel I haven’t dared to look into a mirror for a long long time now for I don’t think I am beautiful anymore. That’s fine. As long as I keep fighting battles that’s fine. The White towers fights many battles and it will always need me . It will , wont it?
SMOKING HOPE
I pack my pipe tight and light it up and watch meditatively as the smoke spirals upwards , Bone weary and brain dead , I ask myself a thousandth time , "Am I addicted to this stuff?" I know I am. I have been smoking too much Hope these days. “It is worse than Opium” , someone had told me. And they were right. My sea legs aching, I get up wearily and survey my surroundings , I have rowed for another year now. I look around , trying to get my bearings. “The shore doesn’t seem very far away” , I think to myself , “or wait is that where I started from?” , I can not tell anymore. I take another drag of my pipe. May be the compass will help I take out my compass . It is broken . I shake it vigorously. Still broken. I guess it was always broken. I don’t remember anymore. I take another drag of my pipe. May be the Lighthouse? But wait , am I supposed to go toward it or away from it . I cant tell anymore. I take another deep drag in panic. Let me look for other boats , I tell myself. And I look around Everything is obscured by mist and fog. When was the last time I actually saw another boat, I ask myself. I cant tell anymore. I am panicking now. Has it been a year now? I think it has been five? Or ten? I cant tell anymore. With shaking hands , I pack my pipe with more Hope. And take another drag. And then I see them – the sharks in the water. They have been with me for as long as I can remember – following me silently , just waiting for me to drop dead one day. They can smell fear and panic. And they are circling closer today. I sigh. I take up my oars again with my calloused hands. Wincing I start rowing again. Am I not bound for anywhere? Have I been just rowing to stay ahead of the sharks? I cant tell anymore. I take another drag of my pipe. Smoking Hope is what keeps me going. That’s the only thing I can tell.
DREAMS AND MEMORIES
When I was younger , I used to dream – vividly and all the time,
I used to dream so hard that sometimes I would confuse them for memories
But real memories intrude now ,And they wont let me dream anymore
I used to dream of vast vistas of stunning landscapes ,I used to dream of breathtaking beauty
But now ,when I close my eyes , all I see are hovels and broken houses ,black soot and vile smoke
I used to dream of great friendships , bonds of brotherhood and undying loyalty
But now when I close my eyes , all I see are people I failed and people who failed me
I used to dream of love , of being somebody’s safe haven and finding one for myself
But now when I close my eyes , all I feel is pain and hurt and the rising bile of cynicism
I used to dream of adventures , of riding dragons and scaling peaks
But now when I close my eyes , all I see is my daily commute
I used to dream of being wise , of being endowed with an ageless and peerless foresight
But now when I close my eyes , all I can do is cringe at my never ending follies
I used to dream of a world of my own , a world of warmth and of kindness
But now when I close my eyes , all I can feel is the utter coldness of the world I live in
If only the dreams of my younger self could be the memories of my older one
I am scared now , really scared for I am beginning to forget my dreams
My dreams may be unreal but they give me sustenance ,
My memories are all too real and are poison
So everyday I pray , I plead and I beg the universe
Please give me my unreal dreams back , for I cannot bear to live with my real memories.
BIGOTRY AND IT’S DISCONTENTS
I talked elsewhere about how bigotry is becoming the new ‘wokeness’ in our country. Now the trouble with bigotry is that it is like a poison, a cancer of some kind. It refuses to stay ‘localized’. Once it gains admittance and entry it spreads to other areas.
It is essentially a way of thinking. And once you start adopting bigoted modes of thought , it will not take too long for that to become your default mode , your way of looking at the world.
That is why may be it is not surprising that we have many kinds of bigotry today -religion , language -you name it , we have it. Of course , some times attempts are made to package these – to present these arguments in a ‘refined’ fashion . But make no mistake -this is just vacuous “whataboutery” and still bigotry.
Given how negative an emotion and a mode of thinking bigotry is – it’s attractiveness has always surprised me. It dehumanizes those it targets , it denies them their own identity. It is tinged with hatred. Surely , the inside of a bigot’s head must not be a very pleasant place. Yet bigotry finds so many adherents.
Perhaps , one of the explanations is that it is an ‘easy’ way of thinking. The world is a complex place. The truth is nuanced and difficult to grasp. There is already so much cognitive load on all of us.
Under these circumstances , perhaps bigotry offers an easy way out. A bigoted mode of thinking is always characterized by facile and easy explanations of the world. There is hardly any nuance. Arguments are easy to grasp. You don’t care about the truth. You are just interested in self gratification.
Why bother understanding nuances , when there are facile conspiracy theories that have immediate appeal? Truth seeking is hard work. Being bigoted is easy.
Bigotry is also about identity reductionism. As Amartya Sen says, identity is a complex entity. We are not defined by our religion alone. Or our language alone. There are many things that make us up.
Bigotry denies this rich complexity , by reducing everything to one factor. In recent days , in our country that factor seems to be religion. It is easy to say that people from XX religion are a particular way or all people from YY religion are in danger.
We keep forgetting that there are various kinds of people amongst adherents of every religion- there are nutcases , there are fundamentalists , there are conservatives , there are the non practitioners , there are the devout, there are people who don’t care about their religion . That is true of every religion – Hindu , Muslim , Christian doesn’t matter.
Talking in terms of religious ‘blocs’ is ridiculous and dehumanizing to the say the least. That is what Bigotry does. It turns everything into a culture war.
Bigotry is causing some real , tangible problems in our country today – chief among them the ‘othering’ of minority religious communities.
There is another intangible problem that it is causing – an erosion of modes of thought. Disregard for the truth , impatience with nuance , lack of a scientific temper , irrationality -to name a few. Of course the cause and affect is neither clear nor linear. I think they just feed off each other.
This erosion in the right modes of thinking is equally dangerous. The biggest , most important battles are always fought in the realm of ideas.
Those of us who value diversity , appreciate complexity and nuance and are respectful of the truth should continue to tirelessly endeavor to defeat bigotry in all it’s forms.
UTOPSIA
I wrote a book!!!! My first long work of fiction in novel/novella form. Do check it out. Available on Amazon in e book form.
Here is an outline :
The Democratic Republic of Utopsia is a unique country. For one, the country is ruled by a dictator who is democratically elected. The Utopsians call him Mother. Two, all Utopsians are prohibited, by law, to hide their feelings.
They wear the HAART device at all times. Thanks to advances in wearable technologies and machine learning, this device simply assays their feelings from their bio mechanical indicators. Each of these devices is hooked to the FEELS NETWORK – a massive network of information on what each Utopsian is feeling and has ever felt. Combined with other information, this network is a veritable gold mine on Utopsian attitudes. Both Utopsian corporates and the government tap into this network to gauge people’s attitudes.
Maintaining this network is a specialized job. And a very profitable one. Only two companies in Utopsia are even qualified to win the contract to maintain this network – C.corp and D.corp. The requirement for winning the contract is simple – Root a belief amongst the Utopsians. Make 40% of Utopsians believe something that they didn’t believe in before.
Nysa , the newly appointed Chief Belief officer of D.corp is keen to win the contract for her company this year and make her mark. And she is successful in rooting a belief. Only , she is too successful – the consequences of which she could not have imagined.
A VILE CLOUD
A vile cloud hangs over the country. It is getting continuously impregnated by hatred -growing ever larger and darker. None of us would want to see this cloud bursting. Because if it does , it is only going to rain vile acid. Poison will pour upon us. And that will not be the end. It will only be the beginning of a cycle- dark clouds will form again , rain poison upon us again – this process will repeat till all that is left is ruin and wilderness. Our only hope is that this cloud is blown away by the winds of good sense.
It is the cloud of religious bigotry. We see today many ‘born again’ Hindus. They are hyper aggressively proud of their religion. They are easily offended – by just about everything – it is almost like they are looking for excuses to be offended. They are possessed of an irrational imagination – seeing conspiracies where none exist and almost all of them are animated by hatred – hatred of a kind that scares me.
I grew up in a very religious Hindu family. I count temple priests among my ancestors. My grandfather started his life as a temple priest before moving on to a more secular occupation. I have seen devout Hindus very closely. My Mother is one of them – extremely devout with a deep knowledge and a wide understanding of Hindu scriptures and philosophy. Yet she is no bigot. She is proud of her religion and culture , yet this pride is not of the aggressive and hostile variety. Her pride doesn’t come from a place of hypocritical superiority.
In fact , I have always found her taking a lot of pleasure in the similarities of different faiths. For instance , the similarities between Sufism and the Alwar tradition of SriVaishnavism is something she is overjoyed by. Finding God through love , song and dance and the breaking down of calcified hierarchies -is by itself inspiring. That different faiths seem to have arrived independently at similar humanistic conclusions is even more so.
The point is you can be a proud Hindu -proud of your religion and your culture -without being a Bigot. It is not that difficult. But today , a section of the population seems to be convinced that bigotry is the only way forward. That somehow different faiths cant co exist. That somehow , unless a hierarchy is established between different faiths , co existence is not possible.
Religious bigotry is the new ‘wokeness’ now. It is slowly becoming mainstream. It is being enabled by many with their “What-aboutery”. History is being twisted. Falsehoods are being presented. Atrocities are being invented. Dangers are being imagined. Even something as seemingly innocuous as a snack , seems to threaten us.
We will do well to remember -any country or society that lets religion and faith leave the private spaces of home and family and lets them enter public spaces invariably invites disaster and failure. Faith, by it’s very definition, is subjective and private. Faith and religion are not equipped to offer guidance and direction on how a modern , multi cultural society should be run. Because each faith has evolved in it’s own context ,under very specific set of conditions that made that particular faith amenable to it’s adherents. So when adherents of different faiths come together to co exist – they have to evolve rules of engagement on human and humane terms and based on the best of what each faith has to offer.
This is the very idea that India is based on. The very basis on which a complex ,interwoven social fabric has been stitched over the ages. Today , that very idea is in danger. Forces threaten to rend this fabric and once rent – there is no knowing how long it will take to put it back together again. It is now a battle of ideas and ideals. It is Humanism vs Bigotry.
Hatred is it’s own end. Hatred is it’s own object. However much we may try to convince ourselves that our hatred has particular , specific objects – it is a fire that burns the Hated and the Hater alike. Bigotry and Hatred are cancers that eat away at just about everything. Once given free rein they cant be controlled. Today it is religion , tomorrow it will be something else.
There are always people whose interest it is to see increasing levels of bigotry and hatred in a society. There will always be. However , these are invariably enabled by those that are silent -who say nothing , who don’t condemn. They may not be bigots themselves but these are the people who contribute to it’s growth the most.
The real villain of Nazi Germany was not Hitler. The real villains were the millions of ordinary Germans who chose to stay silent when the Jews were being demonized.
If you are silent , you are complicit. If you are silent , you are no better than the bigots and the hatemongers.
ACTS OF REBELLION
In an uncaring Universe , Kindness is an act of rebellion -not of weakness
For if you are cold and unfeeling like everyone else , you are taking the easy way out
In a world swirling with hatred , Love is an act of rebellion -not of weakness
For if you join in the general hatred , you are taking the easy way out
In a world that takes itself too seriously , Laughter is an act of rebellion -not of weakness
For if you think no end of yourself like everyone else , you are taking the easy way out
In a world that worships strength over everything , Vulnerability is an act of rebellion-not of weakness
For if you don’t want to understand real strength , you are taking the easy way out
In a world that is so sure of itself , Doubting is an act of rebellion -not of weakness
For if you have chosen to forget how to question , you are taking the easy way out
In a world full of cynics , Hope is an act of rebellion -not of weakness
For if you chose to have nothing to look forward to , you are taking the easy way out
In a world full of hardened people , Compassion is an act of rebellion -not of weakness
For if you chose not to feel other’s pain , you are taking the easy way out
In a world peopled by narcissists , Empathy is an act of rebellion -not of weakness
For if you chose not to think beyond yourself , you are taking the easy way out
The world is unforgiving of rebels , the world is afraid of them
The world values sameness over everything
You can always chose to take the easy way out and be like everyone else
More often than not , if you rebel you are hurt
More often than not, if you rebel you lose
But you don’t always do things to win , you do them because you just have to
The world may not value rebels , but it is rebels that it needs the most ,now more than ever
Don’t take the easy way out.
Be a rebel.
THE CITY OF GOLD
Yonder, in the distance was the City of Gold , A city of riches and of Wonders, I was told
Only the best and the brightest lived there , and the citizens lived with nary a care
So I set out for this wonderland , for this city of riches, for this place of wonders
It was to be a long journey and an arduous one , and I had my heart set on the prize to be won
I passed through vast beautiful meadows ,where fairies danced and unicorns pranced
I passed through wondrous valleys ,whose beauty took my breath away
I wanted to tarry a little , I wanted to bask in this beauty
But I told myself , there is enough Beauty to be had in the City of Gold
So I took out my own two eyes and threw them away ,
And now that I was blind ,I wasn’t distracted by the beauty on the way
As I traveled along , I heard music , beautiful and soul stirring
It sounded like the Angels were playing the Harp , and the Muses were singing
I wanted to tarry a little , I wanted to listen to the Music
But I told myself , there is enough Music to be had in the City of Gold
So I cut off my own two ears and threw them away
And now that I was deaf , I wasn’t distracted by the music on the way
After a while , I had thoughts , some deep , some shallow
I had ideas , some coherent , most of them random
I wanted to tarry a little , I wanted to think about what I was doing
But I told myself , there is enough Purpose to be had in the City of Gold
So I took my own brain out and threw it away
And now that I was brainless , I wasn’t distracted by Ideas on the way
Then after a while , I started feeling bad, I missed my Home and my mother
I missed my friends , but most of all I missed my senses
I wanted to tarry a little , I wanted to bathe in my sadness
But I told myself , there is enough Happiness to be had in the City of Gold
So I cut my soul out and threw it away
And now that I was soulless , I never felt bad along the way
Thus I traveled long , Thus I traveled far , And thus I am still traveling
I am not sure how far away still the City of Gold is , I am not even sure where it is
I may be blind now , I may be deaf and I may be an unthinking , unfeeling zombie
But I still hope to find the City of Gold one day
So I carry on traveling ,with nothing to distract me on the way