One Other Paradox of our Time

The scenario throughout history remains a constant... as fashion and poverty remain in tatters, the rich, by virtue of their status, deem it their right to remain uncovered as the poor are doomed of their right to cover... and both remain exposed.

Reduced by poverty, one struggles to cover her naked body with all that she has as the other struggles to uncover herself with the little she has as she rise to riches. Man gapes in awe at both the cases; at one with a gust of pity and at the other with a gust of lust, captures both in the frames of his lenses, ships it across the coast and rakes money in the name of sympathy and glamour. An opportunist in both.

Man, oh Man, how have thee devolved so completely into those thin lines of desolate insanity (?!) and with so much ease. So long as life remains there shall ever be the hungry predator and the obliging prey as it seems...   

   

The Musical Chair

Power! Power! Power! Body and mind, beauty, brain and brawn, money, status, position, recognition-everything so fragile, everything created-just a few of its sources. "Politics"-has the glamour of having it all in one clean sweep and hence such high demand. Power! the things it can do or rather the things we think we can do with it seldom realizing what it can do to us.

Once given, power takes routes untaken and unexplored.

Undenied, unquestioned, unstopped-power gets everything-even those considered unfair.

The unsearched, the unknown, even that which was considered unwanted (so far) is found within the orbit of power.

Everyone wants to be within its orbit. If they can't, they want to be in close range to the orbit. The closer they crowd around this orbit, the more powerful the orbit becomes-sucking everyone towards it-thus becoming the center, the crux. The charismatic enigma of power thus manifested not from the middle yet from around.

This manifestation thus gets out of control and as all things out of control gets, one gives in to it. Power thus gets us.

What was once (when it all began) a need for control, now is a reduced rubble as power takes over and controls us. In this maddening, ruthless, paradoxical irony, no more does man hold power yet power holds the man. In pursuit of power, we lose the power to control ourselves. Thus, how powerless we become by the very want of power?!

Everything said, "Men may come and men may go (yet the truth remains knowing the gullible vulnerability of man that) power remains for ever... jiggity, jiggity jig."  

p.c: http://www.popcrunch.com/musical-chairs-reality-show/

The Turmoil of Truth

Education hardly solves any issue... infact it only doubles it. Often we learn that somethings are supposed to work in a particular way and if doesn't, there is another theory to explain why it didn't. Unlearning is mastery of a paradox; an unlimited scope to revisit and reflect upon experience.

The strangest myths are often unpredictably broken by silence when an erupting soul refuses to accept lies that hovers over the surface refusing to let it emerge. The mythically plundering soul however, rests sleeplessly between the unknown faith lying helplessly, brooding over an illusion of clouded reality and truth-which is always lies told the way you wish others to know... from all these emerges the thought of breaking free. Breaking free for once. Breaking free from fake unrealities and misguiding principles that entwine over morale and values conveniently twisted. Breaking free for once before we die.

What is the truth we hold? What are the lies we dispell? What is the genuiness of the justice mystified? What is the need for all the pomp and luxury?

This is when class steps in to show that most of the complications can be done away with if and only if the desire to manifest the self surrounded with objects unknown to show the difference can be negated by adopting to nothingness and live sans difficulty, with ease as if nothing is required... nothingness completes and that is the beginning and so is the end. The turmoil of loss is managed more by class than by experience.

Bottomline: “Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”-Buddha