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 walking in mulki. around the dreary sleepy shops, crumbling walls, dead economics - was thinking - when i was a kid i used be impressed by characters in books , or city folk who used to talk about brands - there would always be some in the backwaters of the west coast who would be talking about sony or hitachi or toyota cars which they (or their cousins) had seen in the gulf .... i never had brands to my name, in retrospect completely irrelevant to the larger picture of life - and used to dream about wearing shoes of my choice at work - i once bought a 'cut shoe' made of plastic , not the leather ones but the rain proof variety(  i guess they were what is known as loafers) - i probably wore them during rainy season, to school, to then change into our regulation kelachandra tristars.....

it's like i've stepped into a time bubble. the greens growing wild on the walls and by the side of the roads - stark contrast to the city covered in concrete from head to toe - 

space, time, future all empty here, vacant like the passerby's stares

" dei onakku sense illa da !! "

if you empty Chennai of all the people, then walk around in the empty streets, any number of years later, you will hear this sentence echoing around ...

our  necessary and manufactured illusions allow us to go through the day without the crushing despair that is the typical fate of the unclad mind

clothed in various overlapping ideas of worth, superiority,  potential, and visions of a resplendent future, the soul can tolerate the  sharp and dungy cobblestones of circumstance , and come out somewhat intact. 

the larger picture remains intact, allowing one to be functional, and come away only a bit scratched. 

as the ages go by, the larger picture gets covered in a million scratches, like an old windshield, and functions just as good (or not). then things change course. 

then once, the future isn't any more, the cloak of delusional future loses its protective power, it's time for the numbing from the inside. it's best to start this spirituality business early, so by the time the train of inevitability pulls in at the platform, instead of the one that will take you to your dreams, you can just get in and 

Jed McKenna books call this sleepwalking. the first breakout step is to grow up and become an Adult(tm) The adult plays the roles without shirking or crying . Then comes the next stage.

seems like a spiel for recruiting more suckers(tm) into the giant suck that is the man made world of man.

I bet there's no next stage.

 

 

 thought, like an iceberg or a tooth, has roots deep below the surface

 if you had two doors in front of you,  and one led out the matrix, and the other to the top of the matrix.....

Another day, differently wasted away

Another day, just a commute from yesterday

Bathed with the lights the noise the crowd

Caffeinated, stimulated ,motivated

Social media'd, netflix'd, soul-sedated

Concreted, public-transit'd, cubicled...

Who's inside , who's to say

Somewhere else, some other day

deep sadness coloured clouds

above concrete glass windows

i feel nothing

jiras open slack chiming