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And Jack Sparrow said to the marooned man -

"Sir you speak as if you are an island
You are a floating body, weighed down.
Lift anchors and sail ahoy...."

- Self attributed quote to Jack Sparrow

subVerser

"Once you let go of the need to express your thoughts to anyone, you suddenly feel much lighter.You just float along blissfully, finally liberated from the burden of having any presence at all. It's sort of like getting to return to the womb"
Unattributed quote

Mainstream superheros, usually have their mild mannered alter egos, who manage to blend into their societies, and they somehow manage to keep these two identities separate. It is however their moral code of right and wrong, that forces them to use their super powers from behind their masks. In their mild mannered selves, they can be called subversive and anti social, as they hide their real selves from the society at large…

I now introduce to you to the subVerser… A subVerser has several characteristics of a superhero, but is not one. A subVerser also resembles a saboteur, but is not one. A subVerser wears a mask, albeit not a literal one, but one that effectively masks. A subVerser goes against the grain of the social fabric, but does not have a complete moral stance.

Trod On...

I went back to be at the beginning of this blog. In hindsight I still relate to the idealism of that post. Now that the period of wandering has come to an end, where has all this led to?

• Summaries are conclusions, but the wandering is eternal.
• There is no knowledge in the wandering.
  
• It is myopic to have a destination.
• Statistics are but the crutch of the undiscerning.

So there shall be none of that jazz on here.

The journey continues and the traveller wears different clothes now, and has himself cast deep into murky waters of this Babylonian shitstem. But with the minds eye firmly set on a bigger phenomenon that cannot be subjected to adjectives, the traveller is strangely impervious to all attempts at urban absorption.

Trodding on...

Reinvention

I was commenting about everyone being a self immolating phoenix on a friend's blog. I remind myself that this blog is about

"A lifestyle experiment ¤ an inquiry into values ¤ a surrender ¤ a moral acid test ¤ an old fashioned adventure, and all this, while trodding through this Babylon shitstem"

Conversation with an Owl

Wei Wu Wei's owl just landed on my balcony! I had a conversation.

Me : Hello there. Where did you drop out of?

Owl : Dont address me. Would you address me in my absence. If you wont, then dont address me in my presence either.

Me : Why would I address you in your absence? People would think I am talking to myself

Owl : What inane split-minds to be put up with! Are you sure you are having a conversation with me, and not yourself? How can you be so sure of that?

Me : WTF??!!

Owl : Hoo Hoo

Universal Blanket Disclaimer

Karacaranakrtam vaak
kaayajam karmajam vaa,
Shravanananynajam vaa
maanasam vaaparaadham;
Vihitam avihitam vaa
sarvametat ksamasva,
Jaya jaya karunaabdhe
shreemahaadeva shambho.

“Sins committed in action—with the hands and feet or by speech, or by the body, or by the ears and eyes,—or by those done in thoughts,—forgive all these sins whether by inclusion or omission. Glory be unto Thee, Thou ocean of mercy! Glory be unto Thee O Mahadeva Shambho!”

~Sri Sankaracharya

Words

we speak
as if words themselves
have the power to make
birds fly

it is no wonder that you feel
this way, the world has changed
so much, just in the last ten
thousand years

words are perhaps not the same
as they were when they came out
of language, in fact, we once were
terribly worried about the moral effect

we have serious concerns
on what people might say, in verse,
even worse
that they might stir strange
ideas about....the
nature of things, even

Words are not gods

Poets, those, maker believers!
we shall make them tell us
what we don't know...