If you sit back and think about it for a while, just think how absurd it is. Just look at the top of pyramid, where you work! What are they serving, who are they serving? All these young intelligent people from third world making massive investments into their academics to find a job in some American Agency. And all this intelligence gone into the pockets of idiots, who had been morally decrepit enough, for example, to do to#bradleymanning what they did to him. Its sad and exhausting to realise all this intelligence, technology and humanity does only to serve suicidal power greed. I recently had a conversation with an employee at some American Agency, who walked around with the gait of a saviour. When I told him, I was interested to work in the issue that incorporated meditation, he broke into a condescending smile. We think of ourselves only as tiny composites, happy to make few thousands more than our peer, never really thinking of the martyrs who pay price for our petty desire of “success”. My heart goes out to all those writers, whistleblowers, visionaries, rebels, mystics, leaders and all individuals, who expanded the frontier of love, compassion, freedom and equality a little further at the expense of their lives. May we create the world, where one doesn’t have to face the moral heaviness or sarcasm of living a free citizen where Bradley Manning, Julian Paul Assange, Edward Snowden, or Osho are put behind the bar.
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
Then suddenly Joon walked into the room. A waft of chemical sweetness lingered on air, may be it was her shampoo. Her hair. Her hair! What tyranny of fate! He lingered on her wet, twisted bun for a while.
“I think Pranav went out to fetch some milk. He wanted to have another round of latte,” she told him. She was wearing a saffron cotton dress with white polka dots. It extended up to her collar, breaking into a concave shaped neckline. It was then he saw the mole. The girl with a large, perhaps too large mole in her neck, the one with braided fishtail, on the bus-station, with her brother.
It surprised him, how it didn’t take him a nanosecond to realize how she was the same girl he saw on the bus-station as a young, romantic man. The intimacy that part of memory brought to him was overwhelming. It was only then he realized how deeply that mole had etched itself into his mind. For all these ten years, it had remained clear, unstained, unforgotten in him. That large beloved mole, that gift of serendipity, so well preserved, so well kept in his memory, as if it knew instinctively all those years, it was to revisit him again as an anagram that decoded his fate.
She was a beauty. No other adjective would suffice. He had first seen her as a child – ordinary, withdrawn, solitary. But when he saw her again three years ago, she had grown up to be an extraordinary beauty. She was on the glory of her puberty. Her small, round breasts had had started to perk through the satin blouses she wore. Just like that, he would think of the color of her nipples. But what she aroused in him wasn’t just sexual; he felt something mystical about her grace.
Suddenly, she would surface from some deep layer of his mind as he lay idle during the afternoons, or ennui filled days. It was strange the kind of things that would remind him of her. Walking through the pine forests the rustle of wind would evoke her, or the seamless movements of fish on his little aquarium would bring her to him. Sometimes, she would wake up in his mind in guise of a random thought and he would be filled to brim with her. At those times, an intense passion would grip him and he felt paralyzed. He would think of her naked body and come again and again. But that wasn’t what he wanted to do to her. Actually far from it, he wouldn’t even dare touch her must an opportunity provide itself to him. And of course, he had no luck.