Wednesday, July 14, 2010

ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY

"For the human beings and the ordinary
circumstances of life, merely reserve a kind smile
which dispenses you to connect with them." Camus

The malady of Karim had been that he tried
desperately to connect with lots of human beings
and all ordinary circumstances of life, failing terribly
in his own important endeavors and ambitions of his
own life.

How could one pay such sincere concern to every fake
expression of false warmth and false promises of friendship
made by the false human beings of this planet?

How could one be so naive like Karim and still expect to achieve
even the slightest rewards of life?
His life was devoted to un-necessary worries about who said what
and why whoever said whatever whoever said?

Analysis of these kinds, mindless and pointless examinations
about people and their utterances took all Karim's energies away.
He couldn't concentrate on his own concerns about his own
ambition, he didn't even know what his ambition was after a while.
He was most of the time wallowing in his self pity and victimhood while never
realizing that he has now become a complete victim of his own supine
intelligence and wasteful activity of worrying about his relationships
with the fellow human beings while in reality he had absolutely no
relationship of any kind with any one.

People were just using him when they needed to talk to someone but they actually were the
most selfish people he had ever encountered and he never knew that.
He must be the most trusting and naive person who was ever born.
It was him who out of his confusion and bewilderment of not knowing
how to live in the world was always available for lots of people whom
he called friends, but actually he had not a single friend. He was just a simple fool.
He stupid little fool.
A stupid big fool. He was a court jester without a king, without a court and without
a pay check while all the people who were using him to pass half an hour of their time
for their own tongues to practice gossip in case the tongues might get ossified were
rich people who often ridiculed him for the lack of skills in particular of one which
taught him not to make a single dollar..........he had no skill of making money
but he had the skill of making people laugh and was literally an un-licensed therapist.

After talking to him people would declare how relieved they felt and how the heavy burden of depression and sadness has lifted from their shoulders and now they can go back to their
ambitious schemes to make tons of more dollars while Karim would feel extremely depleted
to do anything constructive. But all the time he blamed himself that he had nothing constructive to do instead of realizing that he just helped people lighten their daily emotional burdens just by listening and sincerely talking to them and giving them his precious time unconditionally thinking that those were his well wishers and intimate friends while they did nothing for him.

When he needed them they were never available...They won't answer the phone. The Voice mails always announced their unending important business MEETINGS they were always in and couldn't pick up the phone to talk to him.
They were never available till they would have their own petty concerns or gossips to deliver
to themselves while they wanted a listener....Like a garbage bag for the garbage to be thrown in and thrown away without any attachment or a second thought....

Well how much emotions do we go through while we are throwing our garbage away?
That's how the so called ordinary circumstances and ordinary so called, "Human beings." treated him. But it would be fare to say that Karim let them be treated that way.
Was it deliberate?
No. It was not. Karim was more sophisticated a person than that but he didn't know he was allowing himself to be treated that way. He never understood the word,"Victim" It never existed in his dictionary. He thought he was just kind of heart and sensitive towards other people at the
expense of his own time and needs.

He was educated, kind, feeling person but he never knew how to live in the world with clever, cunning, hissing, poisonous people who actually never left him alone either. He was for sure serving some of their purposes that they won't completely let go of him.
He became the bate on the fishing rod's hook.

And than one day he woke up. Woke up and stayed drowsy for a long time. But when he woke up he realized that something was wrong. He didn't understand what was wrong but he knew something was and all of a sudden all those people and their smiles seemed fake to him.
Though those smiles were utterly fake to begin with but Karim had never realized it before.
He was not one 100 percent sure still but something about them and the streets they lived on and their offices from where they made tons of money seemed not pure....

This feeling of uneasiness was of a new kind. He has gone through the pangs of consciousness before but of a different kind....
He felt that he had been used and it was him who allowed it and Karim didn't know that ....
No, not yet. That will take a long time and than knowing Karim, a tremendous regret will overtake him and he will curse himself and go through self hatred of a different kind and waste the rest of his beautiful life which was half wasted already..............

But where did all this come from? This personality trait....He lived in the West, he was educated in the West, he was smart, came from good family, kind, hospitable, generous, god fearing, ambitious....

How come with all those qualities he became the victim of the West?
He was also lacking in some thing considered very bad qualities in the Buddhism....
Selfishness, cunning, self determination to advance while knocking everyone out of ways.
never worrying or caring for anyone except himself, never be honest, never be sincere, push forward and knock everyone who is in the way out of sight. Punch them in the face if you have to and than claim self defense...And get out of every situation as smoothly as one take a single thin hair out of the melting hot butter.............

Even after waking up Karim had a long way to go and he didn't know which way that would be...
Even when he is all alone by himself, Completely isolated from all the hustlers of the world finally, Karim wouldn't know which road to follow. That was Karim's tragedy. That was Karim's malady. Karim had wasted too much of his precious time with utterly useless human beings and utterly pointless activity with them from which he gained a big fat zero..............

Karim failed in how to manipulate a life in his and only his own direction.
Karim suffered from a malady.
rbage to be thrown in

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

MALADY CONTINUES

And one day he woke up
From the deep sleep that head injury has put him in
He woke up
And there was nothing there
Nothing to smell
Nothing to taste
Nothing to touch
Nothing to hold

"Where Am I?"
He asked
There was no answer
Because he was nowhere
Not even in his own head
His head was a vacant lot of
Lost memories
And was also full of the loss of those memories

'How can that be?"
He questioned himself
"How come that be?"
"No one around...Nothing to smell.."
"Why am I awake?"
"Why Is this senseless awakening?"
"Who is holding my head in for breaking?"

"But its already broken, almost broken with all the contents lost"
"Lost and vanished forever"
"Why even I exist?"
"Do I exist?"
'Who am I?"
'What malady am I suffering from?"
"Is there something called a, malady?"
"Yes, they told me, it exist, the malady and I am suffering from it"
'And it has nothing to do with the head injury either"

'The malady was already there"
'Before I fell"
'Fell and was knocked out"
'And years passed"
'And than more years passed"
And than I woke up"
"But not from the malady though"
Malady was my heritage"
'It will be my heritage till I die"
'But I am already dead"
"Some one told me I am already dead"
"Why did I wake up ?"
"To inherit the malady"
"But I already have inherited it"
"Perhaps I woke up to take it with me"

"Where am I going?"
"And why am I taking the malady with me?"
"Because its mine"
"That's all that was mine"
Nothing else was mine"

"Why would you want anything else when you have such a gift already"
"Malady is the greatest gift"
"Ask the ones who don't have it"
"They have nothing"
"Nothing"
"Nothing to show when they are dead and gone"
"People talk about the malady long after the death"
'Otherwise one is not remembered when one is gone"
"Thank god for the gift he bestowed upon you"
"Imagine! what would you be without your malady?"
"A normal person"
"A very normal person."
"A bore"
"A real bore"



Monday, June 28, 2010

ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY CONTINUES

Sleepless nights
Aimless days
Difficult people around
Stuck

The same four corners
The same four corners
The same four corners
The same four corners

Get away
Get away from all
Break away from the prison
Run away

Fly and sing
Sing up in the air
Get out of the prison
And fly away

You, the one with wings
Must never had chopped your wings off
Now you are stuck
But still you can escape

No visible walls to the prison
Easier to escape
Just get up and leave
You sit too long

Don't think
Act
Act
Act

Be an actor
What a great profession
Actors become other people
Actors travel

Actors fly
Actors sing
You have the same sour puss demeanor for centuries
Centuries old

Centuries spent in prison
Man made prison
All things are man made
You make something too

Make wings
Colorful wings
Invent songs
New songs

Fly away singing
Write lyrics
Give a tune to it
And fly away singing

You are a bird
A singing bird
That's your name
You can't be confined in a prison

Too free for the four corners of the roundabout
Horizons are wide open
You belong somewhere up there
Up in the blue sky

Sky full of clouds
And rain
And ash even
But still you belong up there

Get up and break all imaginary walls
All fences must be broken
For your wings
Because your wings

Are delicate
Precious
Colorful
You are a peacock

In a prison
Like Oscar Wilde
A peacock of colors
Confined in a prison

You are luckier than Oscar Wilde
He was put in there by others
You chose the function of others
And confined yourself

Why?
What crime did you commit?
He didn't commit a crime either
They were evil

You must be evil
So evil
To put yourself in
A prison

Now the secret is revealed to you
You imprisoned yourself
You can remove yourself
From the self confined punishment

Why must you punish your self?
Do you know what crime did you commit?
I don't know
I search for the crime I committed

But I can't find it
You parched your wings
You singed them
You sat in a corner

With broken wings
Make new wings
Create them'
Colorful wings

A peacock with wings
With all the colors of the Orient
Colors of the East
Colors of the poets

It doesn't suit you to sit in a prison
With colors of a peacock
You need to get into Holland park
and walk majestically

Slowly and melodiously
So the visitors can stop and watch
Watch you dance
Dance before you sing

Sing the song of freedom
Not the song of slavery
Not the song of confinement
Sing the song of freedom

The freedom
No one gives you but you
Yourself, give it to yourself
Your long lost freedom

You are free
You don't know it though
You thought that you were a slave
A slave of tradition

Of color
So you imprisoned yourself
To save them the trouble
But you are free

You need to know that you are free
You are the one who cornered yourself
Within four corners
You are the one who is now free

Because you just freed your self
You want to respect the color of your
Peacock
The color god gave you

The beautiful color
And the voice
The melody of a song
Now sing

I made you a bird
I gave you a name
I called you ,"a singing bird."
And you sat in a corner

Thinking that you were put there
There is no one around
No one
All the other birds flew away

You took too long
The door of the, "PINGRA" is now open
Sneak out
Escape

Escape from yourself
And your self inflicted sorrow
You are a bird
You are not a human being

You are more beautiful than that
You are not cruel like humans
You have no sorrow
All sorrow is reserved for the evil human beings

They have the instincts of greed
Of accumulation
Of occupation
Of bloodshed

You are pure gold and silver and pearls and rubies
And diamonds
As precious as a stone with a song in you
But you are much lighter than a stone

Stones can't fly
That's why they are worn by the human
Rich and evil and greedy human beings
Lighter than air is better than a diamond

On a rich finger
People will cut that finger one day
To take that diamond away
There is robbery in the world

Your feathers belong to you
Your colorful feathers belong to you
Your song belong to you
Unless you want to abandon it

Abandon your feathers?
Abandon your color?
Abandon your song
You won't be forgiven

To take your freedom away
To take your song away
To take your gift away..........
That's cruel

And evil
And is a crime
Which is bigger than a prison
Bigger than all punishments

You were given freedom
Freedom to fly
Freedom to sing
Now fly away

And sing
Sing your songs
Sing your melodious songs
Your name is, "SINGING BIRD"



Friday, June 25, 2010

ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY CONTINUES

When the story is finished
The curtain falls
But some times the story goes on and on and on
And people are waiting for the curtain to come down
But the curtain is not there....
Its an invisible curtain
Its not falling
Even if it is...No one can see it
And no one dare leave ...
Because they don't think the play is over yet
The critic is really restless....
Oh! there is a critic there?
Yes...
How did he come?
He came....
They usually come to praise their own friends
He came to curse you
Why?
Because the curtain was not falling
And he had to go eat
Was he hungry?
He was starving
He wasn't starving for culture though
The culture was too long
The culture can be long
No nothing can be long
It has to be nice and short and sweet and amusing
The play was amusing
That's the reason the curtain was not falling
There was no curtain to fall
The story had ended
People should have left
People stayed
Its their fault
They should have left
We didn't force them to stay
They shouldn't even have come
We didn't force them to come
They came on their own
They didn't have to come
Some of us are lousy playwrights
Some of us are really lousy and long
Very long and Un-Ending lousy playwrights
All of us are not Angles of America
Some of us are the devils of the World
We write devilishly bad plays...
Yes we do.....
No one has to come see them
Neither critics nor people....
Who needs them
We don't need the free papers of America writing bad reviews about us
We already know that we are bad
We are bad playwrights....
I am a bad playwright
I call myself, "We."
Because I am a queen
Not the queen which is liked by the drama critics by the way
The queen who writes bad plays
Actually, "I' I mean, "We" don't know how to write a play
The play is always long
Always tedious
Always boring
Laborious
Political
No structure
No format
No plot
Too long
At least those are the announcements of the drama critics....
The experts..........
But we already know we are bad playwrights
The worst of the worst
We don't need the critic to tell us
We already know............
We don't need the critic
Nor the audience
Nor the curtain
Nor the falling of the curtain either
Our story is going to go on and on and on
You don't want to hear it
Don't come
Simple as all that...........
We don't want you
We don't need you
We don't care
Our story is long and tedious and laborious and boring and political
and its going to go on and on and on and on
Like American wars....................

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY CONTINUES

Now an hour spent on the useless activity
of malfunction of the machine
This time the printer
Its either the printer
Or the ink
Or the attachment
Or the mismanagement of the opening of the attachment

What attachment?
Sound romantic
Doesn't it?
Attachment............

Attachment to whom?
No attachments please
We are the busy democratic, Isolated, Messed up. angry, very angry
Generation
No attachments please............
The expansive machine is not working
Never working
Never functioning machines
Always something wrong
Always.........
Either with me or the machine....
Mostly with me........................

Now what ever I was going to write on this f****ing machine has gone out of my brain
Now I am angry as usual
Because I am one of the most non functioning f****ing machine.....
Nothing works
Nothing is right
Nothing can be right
Its all my fault
Off course its my fault
Well, off course
I give up
I give up
I give up
I quit...................................
Malady will never quit though...................
Malady will continue
And the illuminations of the malady will continue too..............................

Thursday, June 17, 2010

ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY CONTINUES

Have to change life
Good life
Is it?
Bad life
Is it?
Have to change
Change life
Not happy with it......

Need to change the routine
That's in case there is one
Is there one?
A routine
Is it there?

That's a major problem
Have a routine
Only having coffee in a cafe
And after that?
Confusion
Frustration, unhappiness
Should be happy in my unhappiness...

There are lots of ass holes
Inflicting all kinds of pain
And torture
Please don't think about them
Please don't talk about them....

Only the thought
Not the action
That is not so conducive
To the mental health

Ideas must be put into practice
The ideas which come from a thought

Thought and action
That's it..........

Action is missing
And that's the cause of depression

"TRue vocation of a man or woman is the intelligent
use of freedom."
Some one said that...........
I read it somewhere.........

No one can force anyone to do anything
Whatever people do,(most of them) is their own
Choice..........

"Freedom shouldn't make you sad or despondent
but joyful and happy. Freedom exists for its enjoyment"
Some one said that..........
I read it somewhere...........

"Aided and abetted by whoever you are with"

Don't worry, you are alone....
Use your freedom wisely....
The world is going to belong to you
But its a hard world
Will you need to know everything you can
to get along?
Yes, you will need to know everything to get along
and to understand at least some of it...."
Some one said that
Yes, I read it somewhere..........
Don't read too much
You will be lost
There is far too much to read

Don't think too much
You will be lost
There is far too much to think....

"THe wisdom of the world lies open to you
Just waiting for you to tap it....I envy you."
Some one said that
I read it somewhere..........

Don't read too much
You will go nuts
Don't think too much
You will go nuts.......

You are always answering questions
Don't
Ask questions, don't answer them
When some one asks you a question
Come back with a question like
'Well- what do you think about that?"
Great questions never have straight, Yes, or NO answers
'Let there be nothing grim or forced."
"Be serious without being glum."
"YOu want to........
NOt that you have to."

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY CONTINUES

Can't go there right now
Too early to be at the gilded domesticity
And its not so gilded either....
Its just the tedious domesticity
A hateful trap....

To reduce your sorrow
I will give you another dollar

"Thanks. But if only the dollar was able to reduce
My sorrow...."
Oh! your life is so painful

"You didn't know that?"

Other people's needs have become our
Fires....
And their desires to build have become our
Ruins.....

The bombs rain on the sleeping children
To make the powerful nations secure in their
Opera houses.....

They say, "THey are threatened by the human terror
while listening to Mahler and Brahms...

The children of terror will die in their sleep
If they were lucky...
Or will live after loosing their limbs, their eyes, their brains
On fire
In the hell fire called, "Life" their, "Tiny life."
Their tiny existence...These tiny babies
Are a threat to the bombers and to their
Countries...
They fly so far away, so, so far to
Kill....
To maim...
For their security

Its too much
Far too much
This ugly reality
Stark ugly reality
I must not stare at it
At this stark naked, ugly reality
One must live inside of a dream.

But how does one capture the dream
If one can't sleep at night?
Sleep has been murdered

Life eventually became an aberration
All strength, all will sucked up to the
Anxiety of loss...

Loss of a mother
Loss of a father
Loss of a home
A brother
A sister
A loss of a bazar full of beggars and flies..........

Came for an adventure
Not knowing
Not knowing the scheme of things
The adventure ended before arrival....

The anguish took over and
Lasted for so long....
That must be the adventure
In the free world
Constant, gnawing, prickly anguish.................