Am I part of the cure or am I part of the disease ? I have always blinked when choosing between them. Of course, it wasn’t until Coldplay sang Clocks that I could plagiarize the line and sound deep.
As part of our super duper gadzuper life, I have kept off infecting myself with Compulsive Religious Disorder. What with all the ballyhoo, you HAVE to brood about what god is all about. Does he exist ? (It’s a HE alright. A SHE would make sure she is seen and noticed). That’s plain daft. Of course he exists. There is always something poking your butt and screwing your plans. It could only be a severe case of Piles, Hernia or God. Take your pick.
We all have, at some point been through phases of low self confidence, frustration etc which existed only because we didn’t know what to do with it, in the first place. Our pea-sized intellect was quasi-religious algorithms all compiled together. It’s all your karma. It was obviously what you did in your previous birth. Having gas problems ? Its those potatoes you had in 1951.
The reasons for our successes are never our own serious lack of talent and a war chest of useless skills. Of course we are all born with jack knives and hope it will ward off a T-72 battle tank. Like my classic rants , for instance. One of my friends was bangin’ on about god. He has the latest updates and is a walking Beta-version User manual of god. He is so pathological about it that he will chop your head off if you disagree. And everything is interlaced with a clarion call (like the ting tong on All India Radio) about what an illusion this materialistic life is.
With a Porsche CarreraGT high on my wish list, I didn’t want to pay much attention to him. But then someone interjected his prose and asked a daft question. “Then is it ok for you to chain smoke, wont it be sacrilegious ?” Answer: “…..er…..umm…well, we are all but puppets, there is a time for everything….my previous addiction of alcohol, meat etc was all for my own good. God made me do it, so that I wouldn’t have any craving for them anymore”. Oh, cool.
Why would you need to hang on to an infatuation with an alkaloid through out your life and brand us lesser beings as materialists. You need a chemical running in your veins for every 5mins even with god’s help, for godsakes. Most of us can do without it. AND I WANT MY GODDAMNED CARRERA GT. And I don’t think I can book one with meditation.
For each of us have our gods. For some, he smells of petrol and whines like a turbocharger. For some he is beyond visual range (BVR). …and for rest with ‘different’ maturity , he is a set of 12 wooden expressions called Shahrukh.
Disclaimer: I am THEIST, myself. I believe in God. Unfortunately I have my own theory about god. Uh, well, even god doesn’t really approve of it.
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5 comments:
well done! you still haven't lost your touch..
this is what i have to say about the whole issue:-
"If you haven’t seen it already, don’t bother. You are never going to see it. Its never been plainer, more in-your-face. There is something happening to the collective consciousness (or the lack of it) even as you read this (or don’t). "
also i dont know who is the most powerful ...god or time?
This comment is my tribute to life's sense of irony and humour, described quite succinctly by a certain Mr. Shakespeare, William:
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me".
there comes a time in the life of a performer, when he realizes that despite being on stage, he is really an observer, and it is actually in the rings that the circus is going on. This realization does not come easily; it comes after great periods of intense reflection, when the Buddha manifests himself in his simple trick. A trick that he had conjured innumerable times, yet which now appears entirely novel to him. He begins to see the sleaziness of life as opposed to its perceived portentousness. And amongst all this, he realizes that the true villain is time. It is time that gives life its initial flightiness and quickly conceals it in a veil of all encompassing darkness. Not that either impression is correct: both, really, are projections from the observer's mind, on the screen of time.
How do I know this? Did the Buddha appear before me? Did he give me The Knowledge? To answer, I will have to tell you a story...
(To those who are wondering if I'm schizophrenic, let me put your fears to rest: most people who know me are of the opinion that I don’t even have enough of one personality, let alone multiple personalities.)
The story begins when I was involved in an unusually weighty intellectual exercise, viz., watching television. I was engrossed in watching the haphazard fractals of advertisements, which, quite irritatingly, were interrupted by regular features. Aishwarya Rai had appeared on screen, for a French cosmetic company, detailing the benefits of a particular hair colour. She ended her eulogy to the dye by saying, "And not a single gray". Snap! . "Gray???" Aishwarya Rai, the epitome of beauty, timeless, ageless is now campaigning for hair dyes! It was then that I realized that time had struck. Ash was now 32, which is a perfectly ignoble age for any woman to be, more so if she looks like Aishwarya Rai and is single.
I thought I heard the villain laugh his hollow laugh and realization set in. The present would wilt, curl up and die, giving way to the future, which would really be the present of some arrogant young people. These, in turn, would be completely drunk on the power of their youth or illusions of it, before they lost hair and gained weight. It is a vicious circle! I could almost see the day when, as a grandma on a park bench I hear the youngsters call to each other, "Watched a really crappy movie last night, some "Mohabbatein" or something, and guess what, my grandma says that Shahrukh Khan was a heartthrob!" and watch them roll on the ground, convulsed with laughter. I recall doing the same when my mom told me that Rajesh Khanna had been a superstar. This is the lone silver lining: the kids in the future (at least in my reverie) have excellent taste. Think about the irony of life, having ridiculed mom's generation for making Rajesh Khanna a superstar, I have to bear the cross of Shahrukh Khan's being a heartthrob.
All that would have been fine, had it been in the domain of SEP Someone Else's Problem, In that case, like all self-respecting Indians who do not interfere in others' affairs, unless it involves a cheap story about their daughters, I would have stayed away from it. It was only when time started making my life miserable that I started perceiving its tortures. I had once been an innocent, good looking and intelligent young girl with a blossoming love life and a full head of hair. (Ok, stop the sniggering, I may not have been the other things, but I definitely had a full head of hair.) And today, time has tricked me into being, lets say, a person with not so full a head of hair and a mirror cracking-figure. I expect the entire intelligent fraction of the human race to comprehend the magnitude of the blow dealt to me by time.
I have stoically borne a host of time's brutalities: some painful and some very painful. Despite all this, I do not have any hard feelings for time. I reckon you cannot afford to be belligerent, especially when time is not on your side.
That's classic praj alright. yah, the point that we all have our own "GOD" is driven well, plain & simple..
Last heard, the church is plannin' to send you in "quest" of the holy grail :)
Hey Magnolic ! I'd certainly sign up for the quest for the Holy Grail. I want Castle Anthrax for sure :D
Let me put my message subtly:
*In garish pink neon lights*
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