Woke up quite early at 3 AM…Was mused in thoughts ….Lottery, profession, luck ….I miss my significant other –Sabrina very much. I want to spend the rest of my life retired and devoted to writing. I have worked for nearly 25 years and I am tired of teaching. I am passionate about writing and I want to do only that. I am thankful that I have been able to publish books. The ride early in the morning to the town is exhilarating one. Saw the sun in purple and orange hues …the sky was a monument a glimmering carpet …I enjoyed the cool breeze striking against my face ….Yes, I am feeling happy about myself.
Let me welcome
You to my ardent
Let me saturate
Let me undress
Of your nude
Erotic body …
Let me soak
Let me flame
Of a song …..
Let me penetrate
You and melt
You to a joy
I went to the town today. The Kerala Christmas Bumper Lottery is due on the 23rd of this month. It carries a whooping prize of 6 Crores about 60 Million Rupees. I took the lottery from many districts and I hope to win. Want buy an apartment and a new SUV, a Mercedes GLA 200. Many years ago I had a dream and in it I saw a lottery ticket with Santa engraved on it. I also want to bring my significant other and live with her happily. While on the bus I saw verdant paddy fields and storks gliding as a gentle opera. Came back and ordered a big coke and chicken from MacDonald’s. I think the God Mother of lottery is waving her wand at me. I am getting prizes every day. I think like a philosopher and live with a poet’s heart. My significant other sent me some photos …she is quite sexy ….wrapped in a bathing towel. Yes, I long to do poetry with her, sweet erotic poetry. She is quite beautiful and sexy. We have fallen in love at first sight. She an American lives in Ghana Accra. I want to go and bring her to India.
Give the Stick and Get a Beating is a famous idiom in Malayalam and it means offering someone something frivolous and getting into trouble. Don’t give the stick and get a beating. It’s easy to give the stick and get a beating.
Dearest Darling Honey, how was your day darling. Well I woke early in the morn had coffee and meditated upon dawn. I hope your day went off well. Honey, I miss you so much. Beloved, I long to make sweet love to you. The nights we spent in Kuala Lumpur were so erotic, so tender, so passionate. Darling honey, I miss you so much. Passion vibrates from the heart. Your body is a musical fountain. I long to drink your passionate orifices. I long for you so much. We have been in love for so many years. Our souls, our bodies, long for each other. Sweet is your tender love. Love has been music, an emotional bonding between us. Passion lives in the heart. Let me melt your lips with sweet kisses. Let me embrace you with loving passion. Let me make love to you like erotic music. I long to be with you in Kuala Lumpur. My nights are so cold without you. Your breasts are an art, warm soaking melons. Your nipples are oodles of sweet affection. How I love fondling your pussy hair ….inserting my tongue deep into your crevices and orgasming you to lyric of poetry.
Atharva country invades Karma country wanting to seize its oil.
The President orders the troops to run and capture President of Karma Land.
Troops run and capture President Saddam.
A trial is held.
‘You are accused of the crime of bombing the Twin Towers in our country. What have you to say? For the crime, you are sentenced to death. What have you to say?’
‘The trial is an unjust one. Folly! Oh God what crimes are committed in thy name. On the pretext of false premises, you have unjustly invaded our country and taken me captive. You are greedy harlots and you thirst for our oil rich shores.’
‘Order, order. The judgment is passed. President Saddam, we are sentencing you to death.’
‘Alas it’s my fate. I will be a martyr of this nation; my blood will pour out on the generations of this nation. Infidels, you poisonous brood of vipers; I will die, brave as a lion.’
Sentencing of President Saddam
Black cloth is put over the head of Saddam.
Sad music in the background.
Saddam says vociferously: ‘infidels, kaffirs, off with the cloth. I want to face death with the noose bare.’
Saddam is led to the noose and is hanged.
Troops fire and shout ecstatically: ‘down with Karma land, down with Karma land.
Barbed wire. On one side are protestors and on the other side troops.
Soldiers: ‘evil dogs; you deserve death; swine of Lucifer, one more step and you die a filthy death.’
Protestors: ‘we are innocent people; this is the land of our fathers, our precious ancestral land. Freedom, freedom, when will it awaken us?’
Soldiers fire: women and children are killed. There is blood everywhere.
Protestors: ‘oh evil death, do not mock us with your charm. Vile and beastly are your transactions. Freedom is the blood of our mothers and children. Give us our homeland, you venomous fangs. Do not kill our children and our mothers. Oh God why is innocent blood spilled on this land?’
Troops fire again and many fall to the ground.
A round table and in it is a distinguished panel of UN.
Secretary of the United Nations: ‘order, order—we condemn the deadly attack on the people wanting a homeland. We are passing a resolution against country Sodom for tyrannizing the people of the desert. A resolution 666 is passed imposing sanctions against the country Sodom’
A television is shown and news is being read.
‘This is Madeline from the republic of Sodom. The republic of Sodom vehemently condemns the bizarre resolution passed by the United Nations. We will continue to deny homeland for the people of the desert. We will continue to use force and repression in subduing and victimizing its people.’
Scene takes place in a university classroom on dialogue ontology
Professor: Students, I would like to disseminate the core of existential nihilism. This is a philosophy of absurd, of angst, of chaos, of anarchy. There is no creator and no specific purpose. All life is bizarre, chaotic and angst ridden. Meaning lies in the choices we make. The renowned Sartre has said: ‘man is condemned to be free.’
A student raises his hands: ‘Sir I beg to differ’.
Professor: ‘you are free to express your views.
Student: ‘I was an existential nihilist and that was my world view for a long time. My views have changed cataclysmically after my veering to apologetics. Even if there is no God, we cannot live a life without purpose. I am a purposist for life and I view the essence of life as valuablelization. The philosophy of being is processual ontology. A being’s state is processed. Thus an individual is cathartic, ecstasyual or angstual. There is no condemnation in the freedom of making choices. Being is the valuablelization of realizing meaning. I would also like to introduce the term: presenceuation. Presenceuation is the joy of making presence of making life more meaningful.
The entire class breaks into applause.
Professor: ‘That’s a marvelous stratum of thought. You have reinterpreted and reinvigorated the philosophy of existentialism to a new threshold of meaning.
Pope Boniface is sitting in his chamber. He is more in tune with the Devil Lucifer than God. He is deep in thought.
Satan comes to him in a dream.
Satan: ‘greetings Boniface—I bring tidings from Hell. You have to rewrite the Bible, defocus the people from Jesus. I give you an option. Make the mother of Jesus an idol and worship.’
Pope Boniface: ‘but devil that is against scripture’
Satan: ‘Yes, I want to divert the people’s attention away from Christ. Yes, I want to plunder heaven and populate hell. Introduce idol worship into the church. Yes, do one thing: you should also canonize saints and make people worship them. The sheep are blind and innocent and lead them astray. Haven’t I brought you many young priests with whom you enjoyed the pleasures of the garden’?
Pope Boniface: ‘Yes my dear, I am meekly submissive. I pay obeisance to your grandiose desires. It’s my earnest wish to follow you. I want more people to go to hell rather than heaven’.