A Beautiful Mind

Is it about your life? I don’t think so. It was never about your life. It’s about no one’s life. But for us it is about our lives. I’ll give you an example, if a gangster threatens and tries to extort you for no reason, what are you going to do? It has nothing to do with you. He one day decided that he must extort you and he went ahead with it. The fault is not within you. Life of an extorted person gets tangled in the act of extortion and survival and every beauty of the world, the nature, the universe, stop to matter. The cowardice of this nation is that the extortion is at the level the soul resides, it is in between you and your soul and so majority of people fail to reach the soul. All art is about documenting this process of intimidation and extortion and about reconnecting with your soul even if the barrier of intimidation and extortion exists. The worst part about this nation is what occupies the space between your self and your soul, the barrier, is so cheap that it is not even worth writing about. Think of this barrier as Game of Thrones meets Gangs of Wasseypur. It works as an inertia, it makes you lazy, makes you think that everything you are doing is wrong, you reading literature is wrong, you listenting to pop artists and watching Hollywood movies is wrong. Think of it as a handshake between Kaleen Bhaiya of Mirzapur and your local godman who employ criminals who shouldn’t be even one hundred kilometres near you and give access to your body and mind. It’s just Hindi speaking Kaleen Bhaiyas and English speaking Kaleen Bhaiyas and the rest are automatons in very cyberpunk manner. It takes a bit time to get over God, since the conditioning is such but when you see the reality you get over him or her and if you seek enough you realise that he is inside you and nowhere else. The middle class is the patty in the burger, getting raped by the upper class and lower class criminals who have been employed and given access to their bodies and minds to cause the inertia, the lazyness that you feel when you want to do something good for you. You didn’t think that was possible did you? You still don’t think that it is possible. Once you get over the practical aspects of it, like how the consciousness and subconscious are accessed in the movie Inception you start to get a hang of it, but then the question arises, in a third world country like India? That’s exactly what is demonic and pathetic about it. The rape is centralised and the lower class criminals have complete autonomy to do anything they want with families they have been employed for and since you realise it is a family based system you know it is a bunch of families and not Modiji, Modiji may also be involved but he is not the only one involved, he is just an instrument, like all of us according to Bhagvad Geeta, and when you know that the possibilities start emerging, and you realise why Buddha thought of all life as suffering when you see African tribes and Sentinalese living day to day, hunting, foraging and remaining happy. It is here you realise either Buddha may be a coward or his teachings were appropriated. Just as Tom Morello who is the member of a band that is literally called Rage Against The Machine sells tickets and guitar lesson getting used and using the same machine that he Rages against or like Ice Cube, who rapped Fuck The Police ultimately becoming the part of the same structure that owns the police. It’s not that I’m saying something against them, it’s that that people really have no option. It’s either becoming a part of exploitation machine or suffering tremendously. In the past decade, this country has devolved into a low trust society, because the grip has been tightened. You know that some day or other you have to let go or betray someone you like or even love. This marks the end of my quest of decoding the politics of this country and the world and now I’ll switch to topics that are really dear to me and only occasionally writing about politics. My understanding of politics was only limited to outside world and I had never thought that even our bodies and minds are involved in it. Once I realised it, and realised the kind of indiviuduals who have access to bodies and minds of people, absolute rapey and conspiring criminals and extortionist, and that might be limited to Purvanchal only but I doubt it, and politicians and capitalists literally being gods and owning us mind and body my worldview changed. There is no exploring space anymore. Freedom is dead and since quite a while and I know that it has been dead since at least the 90s if not before as I realised from retrospection. Criminals and extrotionists literally write your fate and that reminds me of stories of Premchand. I finally realised that free will might actually exist, only that it requires some realisations and tremendous amount of will to exercise it but then it also becomes useless when the environment around you is totally fake and manipulated. I was searching for truth and I got it, and the truth turned out to be political, a truth that blocks you from finding other truths, about space, nature, consciousness. So I finally realised that the medieval times never ended, they just went deeper putting a veil on our eyes while the medieval machnery works insidiously and whimsically. Kafkaesque bureaucracy is not an enigma anymore, it’s as simple as individuals holding absolute power and doing anything based on their whims. Kind of simple isn’t it? Making human designs to ultimately act like beasts, but that has been the case since forever. Everyone is tripping on different things, it’s like an individualised delusion, a cell, a prison and when it comes to this country everyone is saving their own ass which is the way it should be in the arrangement we live in. I’m a leave no man behind kind of a person and even I had to leave some people behind despite trying my best and this tells about the absoluteness of the arrangement. The tragedy is that everything is centralised, it’s intentional, all the heinousness, atrocities and tragedies you see are all intentional and it becomes especially worse when Kaleen Bhaiya accesses Arthur C. Guyton and Davidson in your head, similar how Sardar Khan deals with the doctor in Wasseypur. The boundary between metaphors and reality is blurred and the need for metaphors has vanished becuase you realise that it is in fact literal slavery and human invented, masquerading as divine providence.