Monday, April 14, 2003

Eros. Vs. Thanatos
A Hindu in a hurry? Oxyomoron.
Unending wheel of existence. Umpteen chances to come and go. Recurring cycles. Buses in half-life intervals. Old wars, new wars, same wars. Dizzy Brahmins on the same wheel. Like people passing my daily route. Day after day after same day.
What's the big hurry?
He is sure that I am a writer in the making. He knows that all of it is raw material. Skeletons, secrets, souls, et al.
He runs everyday. And reads like his life depended on it. And never gives anything away.
Brings light into the room. Waxes eloquent on Genghis Khan and the tenets of Hinduism. And lives a life I haven't been part of in years. But dances on the permanent periphery of my intellect.
Chapter I. All names fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead, purely intentional.