Ramblings of a Mad Man

Scientific illiteracy maybe...But it's also fuelled by human hope of a better future... Sadhguru, Nithyananda, etc (Examples of shallow and fraud twats by the way) and a lot of other godmen speak the language of the abstract... Abstract being subjective is easily malleable to whatever you personally want it to be... What is probably required is not literacy after all...It's something as simple as genuine and hard introspection..

I was blue while they were black.... I wished time were on my side but I knew the blues were on their own while black had more than the rainbow... Time however washed away the hues that were never to remain... Only for Blue to remain... So they heard...So they wanted to believe... The noise cut through the silence of doubt... And in due time they beheld...Once it was gone... Time can create and destroy...

2008: Global economic meltdown occurs in spite of the best interests of the intellectual global economists pushing their weight behind globalization and the buzzwords since the 90s and earlier. And, capitalism creating a global political and financial elite class that only wedged the wealth gap further. It's not surprising then that strong man leaders in the East choose to project themselves as journeymen who traversed their way to the top from humble beginnings. Everyone loves a rags-to-riches story anyways. Populism, strong man politics, anti-intellectualism, and identity politics has to emerge from some place and they probably did in 2008. And then there are the strong men in the west who promise the safeguarding of neo-colonist interests of their homeland, while the strong men in the east proclaim a soft rejection of globalization and promise a push back against western interests in the name of evangelizing indigenous soft power in its various forms. Both; bei...

Dreams of wax, they burned so bright in the eyes of the progenitor... The paraffin knows not its true purpose until it is consumed by the flames of affirmation. Yet, he opens his eyes and soars through the skies, for he chooses to seek faith in the beauty of his moment. He sees what his father did not see; an earth that lay waste by cause of a lesser vision, firm in gravity. In that twinkle of a distant star, he witnessed the Pale Blue Dot... The Minotaur was Daedalus' demon... Icarus had his unseen... - Icarus Re-imagined (C) Been a while since I wrote something...with a very visible nod to Sagan...:) :

Well you need to strike a balance between the promises you made and playing good-cop-bad-cop. The legitimacy of good eventually is not founded in genuine concern, but their ultimate purpose is to legitimize evil through the good. Happened with Hitler, happened with Mussolini, happens with every known supremacist ideology. (Although unlike blatant bigotry back in the times, they call for inclusiveness and respect for their kin in the present, to endear themselves to a globali zed world.) Our man shouts peace and inclusion among others while his minions are let loose to play the bad cop with intimidation, communalism, and lynching. A commonality in populist strong-men governed countries. This is exactly what Manmohan meant when he mentioned the "Dangerous Binary" in one of his parliament speeches; the way of choosing the good that is founded on evil. And for a species who are driven mostly by the need to survive, withdraw in fear is what the common man can do; since ...

If Only every couple we knew said this as confidently... https://youtu.be/1LGVGekPSzo I remember You now, I remember the times that could have been, The seeds we could sow, For only with courage we could have ploughed... Time was never yours, Society wasn't ours, We could have stood steadfast against time; Ultimately faith and family were for whom you took the fall.

What makes us who we are... Is it our kin? Is it us unknowingly trudging through the ever black veil that is the future? Is it our memories, o'er that we have no control? Is it our friends? Is it the city we live in? Is it the conscience we are endowed with? Is it us who let the past enable us? Is it us who lets the past control our next thought? Or is it us who breathes the present, remembering the past...Forging to OUR future? What shapes us more than the swan named time; we are a result of variety. A by-product of expectations and rebellion. Our circumstances choose between the devil and the angel....