Ajitabh Das @huffington goes for the low-hanging fruit

This is in response to an addressal by Ajitabh Das towards Arundhati regarding her alleged hypocrisy.

Since Arundhati has not dabbled in politics, spectators and rabid political lackeys use this excuse of non-participation as an excuse to undermine her criticisms of present Indian governance. The author states in his rant;

"On one hand, you keep pointing fingers at all the organised institutions (nation-state, democracy, free-market economics and religion) that govern society, but on the other, you never have an alternate path to offer." 

By his own admission, the author thus brings about a new criteria for anyone to critique any event, or matter of public concern. Basically what he says is that you have no right to critique a movie unless you make an even better one. Non-participation in an event, or activity organised by corrupt individuals basically nulls your right to criticise their actions. This is all just convenient rules created to stifle any sort of dissent that may arise against powerful organisations and institutions.

Rabid zealots of jingoism christen dissidents of Indian governance with labels such as 'pseudo-intellectualism' and 'brown sepoy'.

Here is a piece of advice, Ajitabh Das, whenever you need to bring to the front the hypocrisy in a person's thought process, do it with cross-examining the person's statements and actions in a valid manner instead of resorting to name-calling like school-children. In the end, you just make it apparant just how essential individuals like Arundathi Roy are in a society where politics is shrouded in a black mist of jingoism and manufactured patriotism, ready to strike down any sort of dissent against inept governance.

The Spectator

At one point in my life I was referred to as a spectator. This was pertaining to my introvert nature and lack of overzealous talking. A benign form of being a spectator.

There is another form of this prevalent among the malayali population in Kerala. The spectator who watches and waits for chaos to ensue to pursue his nefarious motives. During the Kiss of Love demonstrations in Ernakulam, what the media should have been pointing their cameras at should have been the sheer number of males who had climbed onto the trees to spectate the proceedings. They have nothing to offer to the discussion. Their only purpose is to leer and leer and leer.

In many cases of female molestation, you find a leader who initiates the proceedings and then there will invariably be a spectator who says nothing but waits for the circumstance to deteriorate and he forces his hand at that point of no return.

Inhabitants of this tiny state in India claim themselves literate, but the truth is that we have just succeeded in churning out mindless zombies who wait for initiative from an outside agency. People with strong personalities are few and far in between when it comes to initiating innovations in our malayali society. Meanwhile all you find is predominantly male population spectating patiently to sate their voyeuristic appetite.

Jumper

What if we were bi-temporal?

Jumping voluntarily between two life times. A sibling that may have been miscarried can be still alive in the alternate life. Traveling between these two points would be as simple as stepping through a portal as depicted in Valve's games of the similar name.

When we are purported to be created by omniscient beings this would be a minute character adjustment compared to what those overlords can do.

No two person can use the same portal. Each individual only has access to his personal portal. Cutting edge research in this world would be conducted with the purpose of merging portals of two individuals but alas the results would not be as polished, just like how we are trying to predict climate patterns in our present world.

Your conscience will be able to exist only in one temporal instance.

Or...

Are we already able to do this when we dream?

Unrecognized state

We inhabit a snapshot of history. The procession of time before we reached our snapshot is largely  demoted to the background and we take for granted the present format of geopolitics and zeitgeist. Take Zimbabwe for instance. A British empire builder, Cecil B. Rhodes bought the rights to plunder the minerals of this part of Africa from the tribe leaders. The colonial rule gradually transitioned into an unrecognized democratic state, Republic of Rhodesia. Of course the democratically elected government just happened to be conveniently lead by the white minority politicians.

In this phase of history, proto-Zimbabwe is blessed with two national anthems:

1. "God save the Queen"
   
2. "Rise, O Voices of Rhodesia"
   

The first anthem is to praise their proxy monarch in Britain and it lasted for 1965-1970. In 1974, Rhodesia came up with the second anthem for this new nation.

It was finally in 1980 that Rhodesia attained recognized sovereignty and universal suffrage, renaming itself as the Republic of Zimbabwe. We had to wait till 1994 for a new national anthem for this newly minted state in the African Union.



It's interesting to see the evolution of this primary tool for nationalism in a surgically created state out of a population with varying ethnicity.

Hollow words

Wiling away eternity minute upon minute

Is there a theme?

We gorge upon ourselves in an endless cannibalistic fervor.