• Not-so-organic fests!

    26 Mar 2014, 15:44

    What culture can a bunch of brown people left to their own devices produce?

    To know that, one has to have some humility in admitting cultural illiteracy and suspending ideas of supposed superiority of textual literacy, Western knowledge systems and the artifacts that it produces.

    Urbanites of the subcontinent have created a wondrous system by which one can eat rice without knowing the rice variety or where it is grown; or get a house built without knowing where the masons live.

    These are not fossil-fuel powered “creative” fantasies—I have always failed to understand what is “creative” about pursuits that require high fossil fuel burning or require pollution-intensive, factory-made accessories.

    It must be painful to imagine that the world can actually go on without the collective knowledge of the perfumed ones being at the centre of it.
    But it does.

    - Garga Chatterjee.
  • The Seven Selves by Khalil Gibran.

    3 Feb 2010, 7:44

    In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:

    First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night. I can bear my fate no longer, and now I rebel.

    Second Self: Yours is a better lot than mine, brother, for it is given to me to be this madman's joyous self. I laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance his brighter thoughts. It is I that would rebel against my weary existence.

    Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand of wild passion and fantastic desires? It is I the love-sick self who would rebel against this madman.

    Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught was given me but odious hatred and destructive loathing. It is I, the tempest-like self, the one born in the black caves of Hell, who would protest against serving this madman.

    Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the fanciful self, the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is I, not you, who would rebel.

    Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who, with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images and give the formless elements new and eternal forms-it is I, the solitary one, who would rebel against this restless madman.

    Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this man, because each and every one of you has a preordained fate to fulfil. Ah! could I but be like one of you, a self with a determined lot! But I have none, I am the do-nothing self, the one who sits in the dumb, empty nowhere and nowhen, while you are busy re-creating life. Is it you or I, neighbors, who should rebel?

    When the seventh self thus spake the other six selves looked with pity upon him but said nothing more; and as the night grew deeper one after the other went to sleep enfolded with a new and happy submission.

    But the seventh self remained watching and gazing at nothingness, which is behind all things.
  • Dubious by Vikram Seth

    17 Oct 2009, 7:25

    Some men like Jack
    And some like Jill;
    I'm glad I like
    Them both; but still

    I wonder if
    This freewheeling
    Really is an
    Enlightened thing-

    Or is its greater
    Scope a sign
    Of deviance from
    Some party line?

    In the strict ranks
    Of Gay and Straight;
    What is my status?
    Stray or Great?
  • Love & Pride

    4 Ago 2009, 8:00

    As love without esteem is whimsical and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

    - Jonathan Swift
  • The Journey

    11 Jul 2009, 11:34

    Happiness is like those stars; they don't cover all the darkness, there are gaps in between.

    Impermanence necessitates flux
  • Wishful thinking

    15 Jun 2009, 16:19

    As I drift through the implosions & explosions that make up life, I wonder if I can ever free myself from the vicious clutches of capitalism.
  • Thought Cloud

    14 Jun 2009, 12:49

    Eradicate all rational thought, reason confines one's experience.