Reflections

My mother placed me in an educational institution when I was five, and I remained in one ever since! However, much learning is available away from organised set-ups. Sharing experiences is a wonderful human activity.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Macy Diplo Jr - Politician.

Macy Diplo Jr, my favourite politician.

(Act 1 , scene 1 – the background.)

Macy Diplo Jr was a very popular politician in Terminova, a sizeable country tucked up in the mountains to the east of the rising sun. Though his career was in its initial stages, it was generally accepted that what Macy Diplo Jr thought, said and done were always the very best solutions available in the prevalent situations. Macy Diplo Jr talked best, Macy Diplo Jr planned best, Macy Diplo Jr was everywhere all the time. His advisers sang in the same choir whose only main concern was to please him whatever the circumstances.

But judging by results obtained was an entirely different matter.

The broad smile stretching from under the left ear crossing to the right, that Macy Diplo Jr portrayed, no matter how grave a situation was, was reassuring and readily deceptive if not also captious. To make matters worse Diplo’s gift of the gab helped to expose elaborate theatrical elements, enabling the actor to conceal the uncertain reality of the country. Sometimes critics described him as a next to perfect actor off stage.

Macy Diplo Jr never really took decisions on the spur of the moment. There was a delight in backing the decision making process by lengthy reports drawn by the most trusted collaborators. So much so, that instead of researching a theme gathering evidence that led to a sensible and logical conclusion, the process was frequently reversed. Some referred to the process as a fabrication of evidence.

As part of the frequent festivities that marked the Terminova calendar of events, towards the sixth full moon of the year, a jester was hired to put an original show to entertain the citizenry.
(end of act 1, scene 1: "the background," - more to follow)
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The Pauper's hat.

My friend Alistair has been using his golf hat for at least these last five years. It has protected him from the heat of all the summer months as well as from the frosty cold winter mornings. It is now in complete ruin after such a long service. And yet Alistair doesn’t even consider replacing it by the new one he bought from the pro-shop a couple of years back when he last visited his favourite golf course somewhere in the south of England.

Grandma’s house-shoe is not much healthier. The soles are still existing in unison and attached together like inseparable twins. But the holes right under the big toes give its venerable age away. Not grandma’s age, I mean, but the slippers’.

The way we sometimes attach ouselves to very old personal items is very reflective and sometimes mysterious.

I can’t see why, for instance, Mr. Peacan cannot come to an irrevocable decision to throw away all the preserved food tins and cans that crowd most of the shelves in his backyard shed and the attic. The old reason for it was to have a tin available wherein to clean his water-colour brushes after a long session of still life painting in his studio or an even longer one spent on the moors painting the landscape. His wife believes that he has enough tins to supply a multitude of painters.

Perhaps the idea of vintage this and vintage that has originated from the natural instinct of preservation, both the self-preservation, as well as the preservation of all our material belongings. That is perhaps also why it is sometimes thought to be so difficult to give and contribute to those in need of help.

However, wearing to-day’s hallmarked clothing puts the idea of using ragged items, some of which in tatters, in a controversial focus. After all, Alistair’s golf hat is well within modern fashionable parameters. It has been worn for so long and reduced to shreads, thus achieving a qualifying standard to pass as a modern item of clothing. To this can be added the personal satisfaction that the state of Alistair’s hat has reached its venerable status through reasonable sheer wear and tear.

The train of argument above can be applied to a variety of persons and items.

People we know have been using their old car for ages but as long as it runs it will never be changed; some keep wearing their elegant old suits because their attachment to them is adorable, knowing too well that as long they they still fit, their waist dimensions have managed to keep almost the status quo, without actually needing any drastic alterations.

The above is, in fact, quite convincing. But hopefully not to the extent that it will induce us to reuse and recycle last year’s page a day diary for the same use during this year and the years to come.


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Friday, March 14, 2008

From the back of the hall.

The view from the back of the hall during a presntation is very revealing and thought provoking.

SIGHT FROM BACK ROW.

Sitting listening to learned speakers
Covering challenging tomes
A wide expanse of tuned ears
Fast scribbling fingers jotting views
Committing contrasting trains of thought
Digital movements hissing around
All quiet digesting assimilating
To plan a reprisal to conflict the truth
Challenging minds at the back of the head
Colours in saying adorn the cracking air waves
Humbeis (human beings) at their best.
But some take ages to conclude
What looks so easy and full of certitude.
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Monsters.

Twenty-first century living is monstruous, just like it was that many centuries before the birth of civilization, as we know it to-day.

With one huge difference: monsters changed size, shape, colour and ferocity.

Visitors admire with awe only the mounted skeletal representation of the dino and company in spacious exhibition halls and natural science museums. The rest is often left to the imagination.

Not so with to-day's monsters. We experience their destructive edges and biting claws everywhere we look around, starting from the sitting-room and ending at the remotest highway.

I'm referring of course to domestic and industrial killers, social killers, if you like. Electricity tops the list.

Many fatal accidents occur on this planet due to electrocution, especially in countries where the domestic supply operates and is dependent on high voltages. The abuse in the use of domestic tools, gadgets and appliances may sometimes lead to fatal accidents. That is why such items must enjoy at all times optimum operating efficiency.

Bottled or mains gas used as fuel may also be included under the monsters list. When they decide to blow the top the number of victims escalate. Authorities concerned carry a huge responsibility to safeguard the safety of citizens.

One person sitting in a comfortable bucket seat presumably smoking a Havana, perched high up in the clouds, plays with tons of bulk which can be moved to and fro as required. Giant crane operators move mountains the same way that myriads of creatures that inhabited earth moved boulders to erect their places of worship in prehistoric times, but with less risk of being reduced to corpses, unless an accident occurred or the whips of their captors were too deadly.

When the prehistorics decide to roam the asphalted avenues taking the shape and form of vehicles, the danger for life and limb becomes very real. Statistically, by far too many people lose their life on the roads, both as drivers or passengers as well as pedestrians.

Excessive velocity turns vehicles into deadly machines.

The list of to-day’s monsters can be a vey lengthy one, even if WMD’s are completely left out of the equation.

Most importantly, one question I often ask myself , “Do I consider myself a potential monster ?" The answer escapes me!

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