Three Dreams

These were three dreams that I had the same day. In one dream I saw a new Bible. What could it mean? Does it show an inclination of spiritual life? Yes the psalmist David in the 23rd psalm says: ‘surely goodness and mercy will follow me for the rest of my days and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. The next dream that I had was an organ. The musical instrument—organ could signify that life is harmonious and smooth. The next dream that I had was I saw a duckling. Now ducks can adapt to land and water and it means adaptation and flexibility in life.

May 21st 2020

Waking up Lazarus
While reading the New Testament I stumbled upon on this idiom. When Lazarus died and Mary and Martha his sisters were weeping, Jesus came to the place only after three days. But when Jesus came, he went to the grave of Lazarus and miraculously brought him back to life. Waking up Lazarus as in Idiom means good and fortunate things happening in one’s life. Yes, I want to experience waking up Lazarus.


Rain an Epiphany

Crystals poured from the sky. Thunder was a deafening roar. The clouds were belly bloated. Pink Clothes streaked across the sky. Metaphors lay as puddles on the ground. The earth smelled sweet as a baby’s hair.

The Hoax
I got a letter from a family situated in UAE wanting a tutor of English for their child. They introduced themselves as people of French nationality. Later on I sent my resume to them. Then I had a call from UAE from a person with an Arabic accent speaking English asking me to sign the offer letter. When I opened my mail, to my chagrin they asked me service charges for my visa and tickets. And then I realized it was a hoax. It’s strange that Arabs are also involved as scammers.

Maurice Blanchot
Maurice Blanchot is a French philosopher and novelist. He equates the philosophy of Death to writing. What is death in writing is not clear? Every word I strike with the pen is a body being lowered into its grave. Every thought added becomes a resurrection. Another interesting thought of his is a flower in literature has meanings other then what the flower signifies. An example would: I did poetry to her and made her a flower of meanings.

Jakarta Memoir

I took a job as an English and Social Studies teacher in a very prominent school in Jakarta during the years 2005-2007. Moving from a village to a bustling city gave me the experience of something new as lights, colors, smells and sounds. I had to become a thorough bred professional. Slowly as time went by I started doing my profession excellently well. Jakarta had many maids and I engaged a maid to sleep in flat to do the cooking and washing of clothes. The lady teachers there strictly warned me not to sleep with maids as this would lead to gossip and reach the headmaster’s ears. Though I wanted to sleep with a maid, I avoided it. My predecessor in the school lost his job because he slept with maids and gallivanted with them. So I took all precautions to avoid it. There in the school, I was introduced to drinking as the school gave lavish parties during festival seasons. Slowly I started drinking every day. One day during a party: I drank a lot and started weeping. Then the Principal came over and hugged me and said ‘son don’t worry’. I felt so grateful to him for that. Jakarta has a fair collection of malls and it is fun to be in them. Time flies so fast. Indonesian cuisine is unique with a dish of rice, chicken and duck curry. There is also sambal a paste made by grinding shallot and chilies. The grilled fish of Indonesia is a sheer delicacy. Night life of Indonesia is so vivid. One can see prostitutes standing on both sides of street waiting to be picked up. Cars slow down; doors are opened and this continues still the streets become empty. Sometimes I regret the fact that I did not sleep with prostitutes. I was all full of Christian virtue. Another thing I would like to mention is that when I came back from school, someone has slipped a notice through the underside of the door and it reads: ‘massages available at budget costs’. At that time I did not understand that in meant it was a professional calling for you-know-other-things. I feel sad that I did not visit the beautiful island Bali. I would like to say that though Indonesia is a Muslim country, it is very liberal and permissive.

A Day in the Life of Stephen Deed Locust

Stephen Deed Locust is an imaginary name coined from Joycean Ulyssean character Stephen Daedalus

Dawn dawned –the sky all rosy-pink. Night hung in my body as yesterday’s hangover. I drink a low cost budget rum called Karl Marx. It’s a drink of the proletariat. A cracked mirror reminded me of a fable from ancient Greece. I had two glasses of black coffee. I watched the mist hovering over the earth like a helicopter. Birds are chanting hymns. The sky turned into a goblin and the feast of the monsoon as rain started. I remember how in my younger days I used to float paper boats. A witch came home to give milk. Her cheeks are wrinkled due to old age. Now I am having breakfast with cereals and fresh milk. Soon I hurry to school where I am teaching.

How much I try to generate in students the love of literature. The lesson was an extract from the Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. France is all feverish with the proletariat echoing the sounds of revolution. I asked the kids: ‘what is revolution?’ I got no answer. I replied to them: ‘a revolution is a major change occurring in a society. Revolution can be political and are also brought about by changes in Science.’ I gave them a briefing about the industrial revolution that occurred in England and the French Revolution that occurred in France.

The Bell rings for break. I hear the rushing of feet, an urgent scampering to go outside.

I wonder whether I am satisfied with a teaching job. ‘I am not’. I long to be a global vagabond with unsettled roots –a pilgrim of cultures. I want to visit many countries; I also want to visit the famous art galleries of the world. I want to do all this to awaken the aesthete within me.

The school bell rings and all the kids rush out. It’s an amazing psychological fact that when kids enter school, they are slow and when they leave school, it’s always in a hurry.

I reach home tired. Again I have a few cups of black coffee. I open Whatsapp to see if there are messages for me. There is nothing, and I feel disappointed.
I watch the sunset with the aroma of a poet. The colors of the sky are a dazzling fiesta. The sun is a globe glowing red. I watch the flight on tiny wings. Slowly the sun sets and the sky becomes a dark veil. Stars, the tiny buttons glimmer in the sky with radiance of hope and love. I want to rest but I am reminded of Frost’s Words: ‘the woods are lovely dark and deep but I have many miles to go before I sleep.’

Pickwick Picnic

The Pickwick Picnic is an odd, jolly folk and every day in the evening they have a meeting on the days’ proceedings.

Mr. Bombast is the secretary of the Pickwick Picnic and the other members are Sheraton Jolly, Tom Grapes and Silly Alice.

Mr. Bombast: ‘Order, Order, let’s begin the meeting.’

Mr. Bombast asks Silly Alice: ‘Did you count the grass growing in your field?’

Silly Alice replies: ‘Yes I got the number 1 and the rest of the field is bald.’

Mr. Bombast: ‘Well done Silly Alice’.

Mr. Bombast to Sheraton Jolly: ‘Did you measure the length of your wife’s night gown’.

Sheraton Jolly replied: Yes Mr. Bombast, but dear me, I have forgotten it.’
Mr. Bombast: ‘For not remembering it, you will receive 5 beatings with a cane on your rump.’

Mr. Bombast is beating Sheraton Jolly.

Mr. Sheraton Jolly: ‘Ouch ouch it hurts’.

Mr. Bombast asks Tom Grapes: ‘What is the interesting thing that you did today?’

Tom Grapes: ‘I smooched Mrs. Robinson but I felt too shy when she invited me to her bed to do poetry.’

Mr. Bombast: ‘Why Tom Grapes, you should have gone for it’.

Mr. Bombast: ‘Today’s session is over. We will meet again at the same time tomorrow.

Clue Crooks Clan

Clue Crooks Clan is a secret society wanting to take over the world and world economy. Every year the members of the cult have a secret rendezvous at a resort named Lake Wood.

They worship a stone made into a phallic pillar with an embedded on a vagina. They also worship an owl (Minerva) as a sign of wisdom. Sometimes they have séances to bring froth dead spirits.

Prof. Umberto Ego says: ‘what’s the secret of the number 666 as mentioned in the Biblical Book of Revelation? 666 stands for the added sum of 18 nations, probably an alliance of nations for global dominance.’

Dawn Shakespeare the financial think-tank of the Clue Crooks Clan while delivering a seminar mentions: ‘Our aim is to create a one-world-order based on a single currency. We are proceeding with Dollarization of all countries. The currency would be called 666 with the logo: number of the beast’.

Prof. Umberto Ego: ‘We have to demilitarize all nations except ours in the fraternity of alliance 18. If nations don’t comply, we will impose sanctions.’

Now the members of the Clue Crooks Clan have an occult ceremony. A virgin named Virginia Wolf is placed on the altar and she is nude. Prof. Umberto Ego takes a sword and draws it three times on her vagina as a sign of trinity in hell.
After the ritual they retire to bed. The bed becomes an orgy of people having same and different partners. They are unable to realize their shame as they are doped and drunk.

The members of the cult are perverse people who act against the will of God Jehovah Jesus.

Dusk an Epiphany

The sun seen on the horizon was orange-red; the sun resembled an eye; colors started spilling over; orange, red and pink glowed in loving passion. The sky was a peace of prose. Eloquent angels danced in the sky. There in the sky, I saw a mermaid, then I saw a fire belching dragon; then again I saw a gigantic salamander; the sky became a poem of efflorescence.