What a stroke of luck, by God! Hai na? Isn’t it? I mean, chalo, just let it be. You won’t understand. You never ever saw an opportunity when there was a challenge. You only saw a challenge and let that challenge you. Some people see opportunity, they are the rare ones. They see a challenge and then… you know. But you would not know. You would have to be a certain kind. You would have to be the kind that, let me think, the kind that can say I have commerce in my bloodstream. Profits. Then whether you are in Verona (that famous balcony place, the same, or similar, balcony that we have been asked to go to and do this thing and that thing) or in Bharona (you know Bharona, don’t you, although it is best not to know it, Bharona being what it is, Bharona being something you cannot know for too long because before too long, Bharona gets to know you and then, khalllaaas). Bharona, it is so named because it makes you pay its dues. Millennial dues for millennial excesses. But were you a certain kind, you could make Bharona pay and make it a thing of advantage rather than a thing of deficit; you just have to know how.Continue reading “This time is to say no to all the noes”
We have come here going. We left where we were and we arrived in other places. Here. There. Not everywhere. Thank heavens not everywhere. Not yet. There’s a plot in the seas somewhere, maybe not an island, but just a plot, bobbed up and unvisited; there’s a peak nobody’s bothered with just because it’s there; a recess of a remote forest spared our intrusion; a stretch of ice nobody has yet dared; a patch of desert that bears no attraction to our avarice; or just a treetop. Have we climbed all treetops?Continue reading “Wherever is now for us to go?”
There is no escape. None. Not from me. I am Karuna, Karuna, the Virus. There is no running away from me. I’ll get you. You shall have to seek Karuna, and Karuna alone can save you. What did they say in the movie you never stop to rave about? What was it about that man who was at the centre of it? Haan. Gabbar ke taap se tumko sirf ek aadmi bachaa saktaa hai, khud Gabbar. I am that. Renamed. Karuna. Seek me out. Pray. Piss. Prostrate. Enact this or that or all acts of pusillanimity. Maybe you have a chance. Maybe you will earn a bit of Karuna. Karuna is an essential virus. No Karuna, no you. Kaput. So seek it. Remember those who did not. Or would not be bothered. Remember Justice Khoya. You lost him; kho diya. Remember, ah well, the list is too long and this place too short, a column on a single page in a single newspaper. Never mind.
Ask for Karuna and you shall find it. Don’t ask for Karuna and it shall find you. Can’t you see? All across you? Karuna. Karuna. Karuna. The spiking numbers, the plunging lives. The fear, blotting this planet like darkness, people fleeing from it and getting consumed. The darkness taking them and turning them into darkness, into itself. When you are taken by darkness you become so dark you are no longer visible. Please listen to me while there is still time. Please ask for Karuna. Pray for it. Plead for it. Prostrate for it. Say please. Please, please grant me Karuna.Continue reading “Come now, please fall prey to me”
Where we all are today has left us deeply shaken and worried, but this will pass. We do not yet know when or how, but the Corona shadow will pass. We will still have those clouds to contend with that the pandemic swept over and temporarily shunted from our attentions and apprehensions.
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Where we all are today has left us deeply shaken and worried, but this will pass. We do not yet know when or how, but the Corona shadow will pass. We will still have those clouds to contend with that the pandemic swept over and temporarily shunted from our attentions and apprehensions.Tweet
The haze. There is a haze. There is always a haze, of some sort or the other. That is how things are. Perhaps because we have got so used to how things are, to how haze always is, that we no longer see the haze. But it’s there. We see through this haze or that. Continue reading “Merey ghar aanaa, aanaa zindagi”