Saturday, October 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
You want to continue the chain of love and longing.
It’s not that you don’t continue the chain... it’s not that you necessarily move on, and not that you successfully convince yourself about the futility of the exercise....
It’s just that the void refuses to get filled…
People don’t necessarily forget, it’s just that they can’t afford to show that they remember. Not to the person concerned. Not to the world. Not in the least to themselves.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
There are a few Big fishes which eat a lot. They like eating the small fishes. Depending on the caste, religion, region the small fishes belong to, they are eaten one by one, sometimes. In large numbers most of the times. *Poverty of the small fish would make him/her the best tasting fish. The small fishes dont complain. They feel grateful for being granted the little space in the pond and the litlle food that keeps them from deing of malnutrition.
The number keeps depleting.
Finally when there is no other alternative left, they decide to unite, co-operate and retaliate. They end up killing one big fish. Just one, after centuries of exploitation and subjugation. Just so as to reach the deaf arbiters of the pond.
Big fishes like the small fishes no more. They have turned vegetarians.
My rationality calls it ideal collective action.
Formation of a state would help depending largely on the number of big fishes it has and if they are vegetarians...
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Its a crime to be a blinkered cow. Its a crime to be awake and unconciouss. Its a crime when you put your conscience to rest, for good. Its a crime to treat life as competetion. Its a crime to to be unconciouss. Its a crime to be selectively conciouss. Its a crime to be insincere.
Its a crime to be non-commital.
SILENCE is a crime.
Rationality in people is subjective to the extent that a man progressively achieving rationality in thoughts and actions by experience and exposure could keep becoming irrational in his thoughts and actions progressively seen from my eyes. Human beings being rational in their thoughts or actions is a myth. this renders most of economics meaningless and terribly affects most of our hypothesis and infernces in other social sciences. Continuing in the same line of thought, i would rather say that a person probably takes more of half rational, satisficing decisions in his life than take Solomon wise, informed and interested decision. I could even say many a men die before they get their first chance of exercising their right to take rational decisions. many of them are actually very old when they die, many very successful, many must have rewarding careers. Among those who knew them, they must have earnt respect. They even might have seemed rational in thoughts and actions.
They dont seem rational to me.
Not that I hold their irrationality against them. Just that being rational is something I dont fully comprehend.
I dont consider Lenin very rational when I wear the Czarina's shoes. I dont consider Mao rational in his demand for proletarian dictatorship if I am Sun Yat Sen. I dont consider Gandhi rational when I am Churchill. I dont consider Bose rational when I am Gandhi.
Galileo was not rational, Christ was not rational in their respective ages.
Rational people dont matter on a macro level.
I know I am jumping the gun.
I also know I am not rational.
Monday, November 23, 2009
He is not a Sanyaasi. He cant afford the luxury of having foood everyday!!!
I met him ten days ago. His eyes looked hopefully at me. He was hungry.
He doesnt have land. He doesnt have a job. He is a casual labourer. He doesnt know his Government. The government doesnt know him. His wife died two years ago, he didnt have money for her treatment. His daughter died that same week. Her husband didnt have money for her treatment. Chaitu Manjhi has two daughters. They dont go to school. They are 8 and 10 years old. They will be 19 and 21 in 2020, right at the time when we say our country will become a superpower. In 2020, they shall comprise the uneducated marginalised part of our society. They will get married to people who will not have any money for their treatment.
I asked them if they go to school. They laughed at me. The father said "what will they do in the school?" Suddenly, the food I have everyday seems a blessing. I had just met three people who didnt have food everyday because they could not afford it.
I want to change things. I want to see to it that i make a difference. I want to reach to the most marginalised man on this earth. I want to see egalitarian wealth.
I stake my life to the cause.