Basics

When in doubt about yourself











Basic always have the answers solutions
For me, basics is hard work!!

Modern Face of Anarchist

This year in many ways has been different from the other ones. It is the year of death of not one but three dictators, year of strings of Jasmine Revolutions, death of iconic people who shaped(changed) our world, wikileaks doing what one can just dream of, Anna Hazare, recession and bailouts.

But there is one thing which caught my attention which I would like to bring forth to yours also. The mask which was first time seen in popular media, in the movie V for Vendetta, then slowly and slowly which has started hijacking protests which are remotely antagonist, against greed; Guy Fawkes mask. The mask which signifies the belief ‘The People shouldn’t be afraid of the government but it should be the government who should be afraid of their people’. Self proclaimed supporters of Wikileaks, Anonymous group and now even "Occupy Wall Street" protesters are wearing this mask. Wachowski brothers have once again changed the world, they way people think and question or this time should I say Alan Moore!

The mask you see above is of Guy Fawkes, one of the earliest known anarchists who lived during the late 16^th century. He was one of the thirteen co conspirators who tried to blow up the British Parliament. One night below in the cellars he was caught with barrels of gunpowder which was meant to blow up the parliament. For which he was arrested, tried and sentenced to death. Later British people started celebrating 5^th November as ‘Guy Fawkes Day’, the day of ‘Deliverance’; the day gunpowder plot was foiled.

Legacy

The Guy Fawkes mask first appeared in the Alan Moore’s graphic novel (1980s) where the main protagonist in protest to the dystopian society, to protest against the tyranny dons a get up complete the mask to finally blow up the one main thing which represented tyranny to him. It was an amazing graphic novel, beautifully thought and executed.

It was the year of 2008 when the mask surfaced, worn by people who were protesting against scientology. A classic case of fiction inspiring real life protest kind of thing; like Rang de Basanti out here. The mask made the people anonymous, a body without a face, one thing connecting all, the idea; the idea which is bulletproof.

Iconic times

This mask is now a symbol for people who are shares their commitment to the desired cause. It is appearing everywhere. ‘Occupy Wall Street’ protesters, Anonymous group, Self-proclaimed Wikileaks supporters, all apart from the shared idea, the shared cause have the mask to showcase their support. It has become a symbol for the future.

The mask is the top selling mask on amazon.com. Now does this say that there is something wrong?

In the end don’t forget the nursery poem which is taught to the children so that no one forgets the “Treacherous Act”.

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I know of no reason

Why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent

To blow up the King and Parli'ment.

Three-score barrels of powder below

To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd (or by God's mercy*)

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holla boys, Holla boys, let the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

And what should we do with him? Burn him!

Scary isn't it!!

“Wake up Dhannu! Wake up!” shouted the old man as he kicked a youth sprawled on the floor. ”You have to milk the cow, clean the night’s dishes and prepare my breakfast.” he added exasperatedly.

Dhannu opened his eyes to the world he hated living in.

Seeing that Dhannu was finally awake, the man, grandfather as they all called him, went away to indulge in his favorite pastime – a good nap.

“What have I done to deserve this life?” thought Dhannu and stood up to wash his face. He looked down at his reflection in the mirror. His face was black, lined with dirt and grime, and his hair was roughly cut in a short crop. A small cut sat below his right eye, the reward for not doing some job properly, he couldn’t remember which. But his eyes told a different story. They were large, large with dreams, passion and a desire to succeed in life.

“Where the hell have you died Dhannu?” a loud voice called from inside.
“Coming!” replied Dhannu, cleaning his face in a quick motion. He went to his room under the stairs to get a fresh pair of pants. Finding no clean cloth, he went out the way he had gone in, to begin with his strenuous daily routine.

He started with his first priority, the dishes which were now emitting a faint stale smell. Thoughts of his elder brother interrupted him, who was in a similar job, but in Delhi with a nice family.

“How I wish I was born before him, I wouldn’t have been living in this hell - I would have been in Delhi instead!” lamented Dhannu.

He quashed his thoughts and then felt guilty. He was very happy for his elder brother, who had been there for him in his younger days. In the end, all he wanted was a way out of his hell and to be able to quench the passion burning in his eyes.

He was trapped here. He couldn’t think of running away, as this was a very stable job for him - it got him money for his poor family, for the family he loved. He was doing it all for them.

Soon he had cleaned the dishes, prepared the breakfast and milked the cow. Not a drop of sweat fell from him as he was used to his grueling morning routine. He came back inside an hour after the sun was glowing hot amber red in the sky.

The bell rang and he went to answer it. Opening the door, he found a retired army major, an old friend of grandfather.

“Where is your master?” asked the major.

“He is in the balcony waiting for you, sir.” replied Dhannu and led the major to the balcony.

The two old mates sat down to play chess together, just like yesterday, and the day before - like they had been doing since the first time three years ago, when they had played together in the major’s house when his wife had died.

“Go run to the market and get something for the major to eat. Here is the money and come back fast!” ordered the grandfather. Like a dutiful dog, Dhannu ran off to the market.

He returned in ten minutes, and went to serve the old players. As he was about to enter the balcony he heard the major talking about him.

“You are a very lucky man to find a help like this.” said the major.

“Shut up with this nonsense. He is no good. He is a bird brain and a very lazy man.When I was his age, I used to do twice the work twice. All he does is to sleep, sleep and sleep some more. I am paying too much for this man.” grandfather replied sharply.Listening to the cruel words of the grandfather, he thought of running away again, but the thought of his family wouldn’t let him. He went on with his chores.

The major noticed Dhannu’s tearful gaze but didn’t say anything, thinking it to be a play of light.

Dhannu went inside to prepare lunch for the two individuals. In the evening the grandfather gave him two thousand rupees to buy the rations and ordered him to come home quickly.

“I have the perfect opportunity to run away from this hell. This amount is like three months’ salary in advance, and free time to earn more. First I will go home to my family. I will give them part of the amount and will live them for some time. I will get to time spend with my newly born sister and two younger brothers. They will be happy to see me with all this money. The money will take care of food for the next two months. How excited they all will be to finally sleep with a full stomach! They will have the time of their lives. Dad will pay off part of his debt and I am sure his tensions will lessen a lot. I will be a source of pride for him and mom. Then after the time I have spent there, I will go to Delhi to fulfill my dreams and become a rich man. That would be great and the history will know me as a man who beat his destiny to become what all he had always dreamt about.”With these thoughts in mind he went to the grocery store to buy the rations, back to his mundane life and routine and hoping, one day, to break free of the shackles that bound him.

Possibilty

Is this called being alive

Having a strong hold on the neck and trying to survive

Imagining the possibilities

Pressing harder or lesser

Harder would result in death

Escape from the smelly pit

Life is meaningless

So will the death be pointless?

Lesser would ease up time

Get more chance to enjoy all it

But will lead to path of avoidance

This will one day bite in the ass

All it is a catch-22

An unanswerable matter

What to do

What not to do

If a tree falls in a forest and no-one hears it, does it make any sound?

It is a classical question to which I have been thinking for days now. Will it make a sound or not?

I am a science student and science says any two bodies which collide do make a sound due to the vibration caused whilst they were colliding. So yes! They do make do a sound.

But on the other hand the philosophical bent of my mind says it can be both yes or no. Yes as per science but no cause there is no one to prove it. Its true that the falling things make sound but how can we know for sure that this particular tree made a sound.

Thinking more and more about it, a point come to me. Till date whatever discovery science has made it has relied on man and his five senses. Whatever we see, hear, taste, feel and smell has been discovered or built. But does it mean that FACT which lies beyond the veil can be realized by these five senses? Can there be more to known things?

Searching on google, I found some exciting thing. FACT can be described in 3 ways:

1. Knowable
2. Unknowable
3. Never Knowable

This means that some fact is knowable such as we will always fall towards the ground, sugar is sweet, boiling water is hot etc. But there is some more fact which is knowable but yet to be found which is described by unknowable. Never knowable fact can never be known by realizing on our own 5 senses.

So coming back to the original question:

If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?

My answer is simple it can be never known unless until we rely on our five senses. It is never knowable.

The butterfly dream

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi.

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Come on sit up and think

What wrong the blood sucking fly did

If it drank your blood and feasted upon it

My friend starvation is a bitch and it doesn’t want to die of it

Another interesting tale

Kind of old, kind of new

Who am I to judge what it is to you?

People shout aloud what came first, the chicken or the egg!

They should shut up and listen

Biology has an answer to their question

Read Darwin science and explain it for forthcoming occasion

Everyone loves light

Keeps the dark away and mood alight

The bulb keeps him happy and he does his job

Cometh the insects and he becomes an angry bob

Tries everything to shoo them away

Without even realizing the cause in the first place!

Now let me comment about humans in general

Everyone wants a treat and decide who all to call

Hahaha my friends before the party comes the plan

First should be where and how and not when and who’s

The person who realizes this obvious mistake

Has a bright and strong future prospect

And the rest will be condemned to follow and respect

As we are talking about human equation

Let me present another and wait for your reaction

The officer steals some cash from the pocket of a poor

Takes his wage a little and gives an angry look

The poor goes home disgusted and famished

Officer takes the money home satisfied

And the next day all the old bills disappear

You must be thinking

What was the aim for these wordings?

Why did the poet aim the conscious with no solution?

Is he going to give a speech and try to change the way I exist?

Sorry people! I only wrote this to tattle and baffle

There is no aim behind writing such a witless tale

Please talk amongst you all to give an appropriate end

And I will go ahead and confuse more

REVENGE

The time has come I can proudly say

For each little mistake you pay

I on top my world

And your life in twirl

There was a time

You had humiliated me

Your “*************” had its desired cause

It broke me, my soul and I fell on my back broke

At that time I was down and all out

As time passed on

Through the ashes I arose

Armed with an idea I came packed

For sweet lovely payback

And I struggled and struggled

To finally see you bend the spine

To make you realize

You aren’t the immortal person you describe

But a puny human which used to shine

I wish I could see you cry

Cry like a baby

For the mistakes you try

Oh man! The idea of you crying

Makes my whole body flying

The incident taught both of us a lesson

The people you lorded over and shout

Can teach you a lesson in the language you understand

And as for me, nothing is impossible

All you need is some effort, time and mind

I hope this was the fitting end to the saga

Otherwise next time

I come up to you and on your face

Will shout out loud

I was the one who fucked you, you little TWAT!!

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“Revenge is a dish best served cold”

Old saying from the Mafiosi in Sicily.

Tells that the best payback is the one that comes with planning, and that brings the most horrendous pain to your enemies when they are not expecting and are just enjoying the fruits of all the dishonor they brought upon you. One must wait so he can really inflict pain to those who wronged him. Careful planning is necessary so your enemies will suffer terribly, but you won't be harmed by the Law or by your enemies' allies.

"After cutting the guy's arms with the chainsaw and throwing to the sharks, Joe tells him: 'La vendetta es una minestra che se mangia fredda, my friend, or Revenge is a dish best served cold. That bitch thought she would be happy with her HS sweetheart after stealing my money and send me to jail? Now she is going to know the pain of lose everything she loves...' He then pulls his Beretta and shoots the guy in the head"