1. As I entered inside the ‘Gandhi Dias’ which is actually a statue of Gandhi surrounded by some shrubs: I observed that glasses of statue were stolen. Kaka who had just entered asked me why the chakra under the iron pillar was still dirty when the statue had been washed. I told him what I knew: nothing.
2. The municipal corporation personnel wanted to drive their vehicle out of the premise. They asked for the key to main gate as I was picking the stray wrappers of Lallu waali tabakoo, Kisaan gutka, talab gutka, melody hai chocolaty dekho kitnee chotlaky etceteran. I obliged but their driver disappeared. What are the odds? Actually: very high.
3. Burning garbage as it piled in the dumpster near library and mainly consisted of excreta of dogs was an arduous task for the shrub fencing which got burnt in an earlier iteration needed to be managed carefully this time around. I did what I could and lots of smoke arose. Arise arose a rose arisen. For some reason I am seeing a lot of posts with rose as refrain. RasmaSandra, Sandeept, Laird and others. It’s not uncommon for poets but it’s somehow a pattern recently.
4. In yesterday’s speech one theme was ‘Public Service Commission.’ it’s hackneyed even for humor. We are all busy serving ourselves. Why do we need a post to serve public? Our bottomless egos(pitless would have been a proper term) need constant validation. Actually it’s an inappropriate metaphor. Ego is more like a bubble: ever ready to burst everyday.
There has long been circulation of threads flaunting dowry amounts for various posts such as IAS and IPS on social media.
Deeper than humor and giggles: why does power corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely?
It doesn’t. At least in my opinion. What we are made to believe in is a bubble existence when ocean is hidden for as long as bubble lasts. Which seems to be eons : many eons for many bubbles. Which are dreams inside dreams inside dreams histaleum adinfinitum. Branching towards infinity.
The narratives of each one of us being sovereign because anything which comes out of infinity is always perfect- Perfection can’t bring anything into existence which isn’t containing perfection in itself– aren’t similar to the stories told in middle class families: IAS means KING.
5. Kings and queens and heroes. Why not. All myths since the beginning of times are deep embedding of codex where human fights against demonic, beastly and even divine nature and ultimately emerges triumphant against all odds.
6. Chief ministers are kings of states. Prime minister: being only one : king of country. Rashtrapati: pati or lord of country. An anchor declared the incumbent prime minister to be father of nation in competition with Bapu. And righteously so: how long do you think Bapu would hold that post?
7. Gujrat would keep giving us bapus. Some of them would be fathers of nation. Why not? Every kid should aspire to become father of nation. I fathered many cosmoses: being a cosmic snake. What did you sire? Sure shot hot pot.
8. When myths as well as family members keep sowing heroic seeds of being kings and queens in minds of children: even Buddha and Christ are considered to exercise their ministeries. They stand tall at the gates of heaven. Why would then you bother naming high official posts as ‘public service commissions.’ Public Service Commission gives birth to Administration: Administer what? Service? Or do service? Even administration is a service. It’s never humble. There can’t be sovereign serving the other unless there’s a perfect Nonduality. Cavalcade suits rulers. Every street urchin has at least couple of servants. Every village has a don or two. Every business has a ruler or many. Who wants to do public service via commission? Why pretend?
9. And if we have no shame in being hypocrites: at least change names. Let’s be true to goddess of speech. Minerva. Saraswati.
10. King of country. King of country for five years. Queen of West Bengal for five years. Hidden king of country. King of Madhya Pradesh who can open his third eye very soon. Vyapam will bite you before you meet another Shukdev. King of Chhatarpur. King of colony. Another king of Solar system radix.
11. We are all serving ourselves. Why pretend to serve public? It’s akin to using black magic in the guise of white magic. Let’s be true about our magical practices: in the end you are left with yourself.
Featured image: Who Has Seen My Specs? Gandhi Smarak Nidhi Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh