I remember those lazy days with slow-rolling bullock carts
queuing up on those dilapidated streets. There were more
bullock carts then cars, then! Those streets that
would be repaired only if totally outworn. And the hazard of
environmental hygiene being last on people’s minds.
What could be done when there were not enough loos
for a fast-overpopulating nation! I didn’t even like cricket,
but I sneaked into neighbours’ homes just for the
amazement of something so picture-wonder as the television set, not
to watch those long-drawn cricket matches! And Dad got us a TV set sooner,
even though he was a technology-obscurantist. I couldn’t even
guess whether Dad was a socialist, or a capitalist. I remember,
when I was twelve and we were assigned to choose our project,
and I chose Jawaharlal Nehru. I presumed India was making great
progress in a likening to a Soviet model. Really! It was just a poor
Hindu rate of growth amid a burgeoning demography. I never questioned
the fact that Nehru was an elite socialist, with his head in the clouds
without his feet being on the ground. Thank you, Mahatma Gandhi,
for setting the clock back on the entire nation, for choosing Nehru
over Vallabhai Patel. Nobody ever thought about saying: Stuff the Five-Year Plans!
Stuff the License Raj! You can see when I post-graduated in economics
I realised those were still-born years where motion was scantily forward.
But I think life was simple and endearing, and not so materialistic, then!
Now I don’t like economics, I don’t like falsehoods of political socialism,
I don’t know if I even think too much about capitalism. It could well be buggery. I don’t like
Unionism, I don’t like laborers, Communism is impractical. I don’t like
Democracy. I don’t like Christianity. I don’t like Islam! I simply don’t like atheists!
But what I detest the most is that vile garb of political correctness that is the caper of the most hideous hypocrisy!
What do I like then, among all these biases?
I like my Kings, I like my elite. Not those undeserving Men, though, who become sovereign!
You must understand that bigotry is not strange to God! There were too many
injustices that he endured over eternity for him to love all. I couldn’t be bothered with progress anymore!
I am simply confused about AI! Will it bring us the truth or just more delusions?
I am not bothered about space exploration! Can it even fathom bringing back my past,
even if it visits other planets and stars. Yet, I am always convicted about my truths! How sorry am I to have exhibited an elasticty and generosity
all throughout, for the sake of love, even if it defeated my very purpose. How cruel is (that) Man’s eternal checkmate of me!
No forgiving even in my kindness and generosity, of that I am damned sure of! I remember the times of childhood when life was
simpler, I had a ghostly idea of my immensely difficult task, (I was warned about it as a little boy by supernatural forces) but never worried too much about it!
I was always a poor lonely boy, never finding myself (or a friend), yet spiritually powerfully happy!
I remember how I cheered when Fidel Castro gave Indira Gandhi a big hug! (Castro stood his ground even in the face of Bay of Pigs!) So much for
the defunct Non-Aligned Movement. In retrospect, I think Indira Gandhi was very
concerned about what I did, even when I was a child. I just simply don’t have any sympathy for the
Indian National Congress, though. I know the rotten things it did to me in my adult years!
But I have always retained my sense of humour and dignity. I can tell many people about
the cruelty they did to me in one way or the other, even after I moved country to Australia, and so many of you in most ways!
The leaders and politicians most of all, who were hungry for my approval and I didn’t relent!
I can only call it (what I did) the cause of preservation against evil for most of you all, and probably my own soul!
You can see I can never depend on anybody. The tragedy of God’s love is that the recipients
of his love have always been, out of duress, compelled to return his love with treachery.
It is true; though unbelievable and incomprehensible! Only if you dare to confront the treacherous one who manipulated it all against me!
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