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Remembering Myself, Travestying Time…and Phonying towards Perfection

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Through the gaps in the striped awning the sea could be seen rubbing itself against the beach like a tranquil, abstracted cat, arching its back to the passing breeze.

“Who Put the Mine in the Sea?” Adam, One Afternoon. Italo Calvino.

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Peechi Dam, Kerala.

Thus Spake Luftmensch: On Ambition

The Hypocrisy of Adults and a Recounting of Awesome Ambitions Held during Various Stages of the Author’s Brief and Wondrous Life Till Date

Now that we are adults we may have blissfully forgotten what we thought of them adults not so long ago. Adults were obnoxious, despicable and fake. Especially the ones that put on their childfriendly face and speak in a soprano when talking to you. They had a nasty habit of being or acting interested in what you were thinking about their world, yes, their world. (I’m not saying children are innocent and original, they are worse hypocrites for their pretenses, but still they never worried me back then as the adults did.)

The Adult would ask, “What would you like to become when you grow up?” In a class of 7 year-olds the answer would inevitably alternate between the standard parental choices: the doctor, the engineer, or the teacher, and the occasional plumber and bus conductor. Then the Adult might catch you unawares with “What kind of doctor do you want to be?” The kid would quip, “a nice and friendly doctor who gives sweets”. The class would erupt laughing because obviously the answer is wrong and adorably stupid, to judge from the Adult’s face. But none of us would have a clue that there were different varieties within the varieties. The doctors you saw were either grumpy or cheerful.

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Quote #109

Nothing is easier than to acquire the faults of one’s opponents.

Mary Midgley. Wickedness.

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Rainy day. Curious visitors in the store-room.

Photograph. Samsung Galaxy Prime J5

Quote #108

“Teachers lived in their own cosy little world. They wouldn’t last five minutes outside the classroom. Why wouldn’t they? They knew nowt. They thought it was marvellous if somebody passed their exams and got on to one of the slave-labour schemes.”

Border Crossing. Pat Barker.

Quote #107

M. Adam and his fellow apothecaries sold Perpetual Pills of metallic antimony. These were swallowed, irritated the mucous membrane as they passed through the intestine, thus acting as a purgative, and could be recovered from the chamber pot, washed and used again, indefinitely. After the first capital outlay, there was no further need for spending money on cathartics. [….] Perpetual Pills were treated as heirlooms and after passing through one generation were passed on to the next.

(On 17th century France)

Aldous Huxley. The Devils of Loudun. 1952.

Quote #106

Man at his birth is supple and weak; at his death, firm and strong.

(So it is with) all things.

Thus it is that firmness and strength are the concomitants of death; softness and weakness, the concomitants of life.

Tao te ching. Lao Tzu.

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