My brother wants to go the Himalayas. And there are lots more who would happily join him in their search of modesty. These Himalayas are on a perpetual assignment of helping people rediscover themselves. And I admit that’s one place all of us would love to go back to. Am even planning a small cottage somewhere in the hills. Anyone wishing to offer financial assistance to support my dreamworks, do contact me over whatever you can lay your hands on.
But going back to my brother who loves Himalayas. Couple of days back we were trying our otherwise redundant legs at a game of football in the Colva beach at Goa. He seemed to love every moment of that too. For some reason, that doesn’t have much to do with the diminutive nature of petty humans, or any reflections thereupon. So??
So he is one that loves life – in whatever texture or shade. He just loves leading it, amidst all the confusions that gets thrown at the common man in the course of his daily life. And he relishes the billion contradictions that plague him each morning when he wakes up.
This gentleman draws inspirations (or says he does so; I don’t believe in a fourth of what he says in a public platform) from ancient materialists. This gentleman is, at the same time, foregoing a lot of his desires to clear the dues in his plastic. That’s not the way you would behave if you were favourably inclined to a philosophy that celebrates consumption at all costs. Steal, my love. This ain’t a communist state anyway and you have a right to amass disproportionate assets by means that are not conventionally dubbed Fair.
Steal, and substantiate your classic economic propensity.
No, he won’t do that either. He would rather loosen his backpack and pass his blanket to a beggar in some dimly lit Railway platform, just in case the poor soul takes the opportunity of a rather harsh winter to sneak into the next world.
And then he would try deprive little Aaron of the taste of normalcy, the smell of religion and flavour of simple rustic belief.
You got the mathematics wrong my friend. The fear of the unforeseen cannot be equated to the birth of gods. It can, however, equate a strong desire to submit to a sublime force that guides you in the days of darkness. A force that you create in your beliefs. Your strength, reincarnate. It is what glues you when you had just about given up gathering your pieces, after a long and tiring day.
You know all of us dont get to see the Himalayas every morning. Some people wish they were halfway round the globe just to get a glimpse of the mighty. Then might we establish in mathematical judgement that your distance from Himalayas is inversely proportional to your humility?? And then can that be a reason to justify the arrogance in US foreign policy?? Or the barbarism of early Rome??
I can't ignore the fact that most of what we know of Hitler and the Reich is what has been dished out by the Zionist Media Barons from the West. The book you carried to high school talked about how he made war on almost every nation of the civilised world. By the time you had a University Degree to your name, you had been blinded by the spotlights of electronic media, sold to the massive culture export movement. And behind all that was a pure economic interest of a race that has dominated the banking landscape of this planet. Talk no more of holy men. We all have been blindfolded by beliefs - some born out out of years of pre historic observation, some generated by those barrage of electronic signals carried through the radio.
"With satellite television, you can go anywhere", as Michael Stipe would have it.
