Author: iknowthemall

"Freaks my balance out..."

Butterflies and the bars


I stand with the brighter side, always. When you’re familiar with the possibility that the truth, your own little truth, on which lies your world, can be a lie, a lie that you’d always believed in, always been fooled into, you toy with it; and eventually, you reject it.

I stay not long enough to lose hope,

but I always have lived for it.

I don’t know what’s there so sick

What got into me that took away my rhyme?

I’ll go to lands far away

where she waits for me everyday.

I want to break this cage for once

Dance along and live for once.

Oh! the wind is mine, the sea is mine

But where is my eternity?

I wish I knew how to write

My butterfly, will you die?

The Unquoute


I remember a quote I used to like a lot. It was by Manson and he said, “When all your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.” Today, I unquote it. Dreams don’t make you happy, they make you crazy; its the life of dreams that we need.

Go ahead.

Realise.

My Goodbye, My Hi


Today onwards, I am the material guy. Philosophy is not a safe ground for me. I have an unstable concoction in my skull and I was trying to play with it. Too bad. But I survived.

Why philosophy allured me in the first place was because I wasn’t proving my worth to myself; y’see, mediocrity is not my style. My achievements suddenly dried up, my life was goalless in college, but my mind never gave up. It wanted to prove to itself perhaps that it can be useful, too good, and wanted to show that it was superior. Of course it is.

Due to the aimlessness of my life, it wanted to prove that life was just not enough. It started to question life, not realising that it was the one who was being tested there. It was just about to fail when the other half of my brain, the material part, came in and helped it survive. But it was superior and that’s how it realised that it was wrong. It had read somewhere that poets are divine fools. Like hell they are not. They’re just morons whom its difficult to convince that they’re wrong.

Surely, the road of excess led to the palace of wisdom. And in the palace it’s written. All the wisdom was there, all the time before us. It could well have just accepted it, and you do, but it didn’t, and now it knows.

Life tests you. You don’t question her.

I may not reach Nirvana, but I will not go insane either.

What’s true is true. What’s real is real. Who are you fooling?

Insanity, and the art of being untitled


“Once I had a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know the game I mean
I mean the game called GO INSANE”
– James D. Morrison

The freaks are really normal if you’re living with them. Then, they show you suddenly why they are freaks. Like the drawing of a catapult, they’ll shoot, and you’ll watch, helpless, while they fly and hit you in the eye, right where it hurts most.

True, I cannot know you.

You are the devil, and you’re a seeker’s treasure. Can I call two mysteries of equal magnitude and complexity by the same name?

No. Of course not.

One is life, the other is death. Each one is incomplete without the other.

You complete me. Please “run with me” and we’ll reach where we want to go.

“WAKE UP”

Is it amazing that we look into the past, into the thing called experience, to correct ourselves without realising that the mistake lies there. We’re always wrong.
To correct ourselves we need to die.

I am the material guy, and I cry, for injustice.

“The time you ran was too insane.”

These are his lines, the meaning is mine. If they are wrong, I am wrong, not he.

‘No rules’ is a rule. How can it survive?
“You won’t know a thing till you get inside.”

I am fed up by the potholes in society. The non-idealities. A material guy once said that he had not point in living. And it was true.

KISS THE FREAK

Love what he loves, to survive

Nothing but the truth


Its not a song, ’twas ne’er a poem
its just a beat, its just the house
I don’t need a friend, enough of botherings
I said it was right, and still its a crime
its my universe, but the lies are not mine
I know some love, I need some shine
I need some poems to pass my time

I need my friend, the only friend
the happy days that just won’t end
I feel the wind, I feel the dawn
I need something new to get high on
they’re my eyes, but the view is not mine
I know some love, I need some shine
I need some poems to pass my time

And why really don’t I smell
a total bias or the holy truth
a poem dies but not the rhyme
and are you really afraid of the time
words are all lies, but the music is mine
I know some love, I need some shine
I need some poems to pass my time

Why I dies, why I slipped
a moth, the wings didn’t flip
can you see what they mean
can you just lose control, just trip
just lose the rhyme, but not the poem
the same place, the same time
a different day, a different line
no chorus that’s so divine
the dissolution, the resurrection time
views, lies, and the why of I dies.

Your father dies, your mother lies
the torture ends, some surprise
the curtain’s heavy, its dusty
is it the bias, or the biggest lie
of how I wrote of what was right
of how I lost my only delight
of how I lost my view, my sight
I raise a cry, but I won’t fight
And what do you think is the biggest lie?

This is a poem, ’twas ne’er a song
of how I lost the chorus in time
and was left alone to commit the crime.

Waaw, a creation


Heather Rose

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Once a boy a Rosebud spied,

Heathrose fair and tender,

All array’d in youthful pride,–

Quickly to the spot he hied,

Ravished by her splendour.

Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,

Heathrose fair and tender!

Said the boy, “I’ll now pick thee,

Heathrose fair and tender!”

Said the rosebud, “I’ll prick thee,

So that thou’lt remember me,

Ne’er will I surrender!”

Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,

Heathrose fair and tender!

Now the cruel boy must pick

Heathrose fair and tender;

Rosebud did her best to prick,–

Vain ’twas ‘gainst her fate to kick–

She must needs surrender.

Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,

Heathrose fair and tender!

1779, translation by Edgar A. Bowring, 1853

Democracy and the Contagion theory


I am not your friendly thinker, I am a rebel whose only cause is rebellion. In this post, I hope to devastate the rationale behind democracy but, at the same time, offer no solution as to what should be a better style of government. I’ll be using mainly the contagion theory with some spices of my own to show why democracy, which is said to be the government of the majority, leaves the majority unsatisfied.

What is the contagion theory? The contagion theory is a theory of crowd behaviour which says that a crowd causes people to act in a certain way.

http://en.wikibooks.org/wiki/Introduction_to_Sociology/Collective_Behavior#Contagion_Theory

This contains a short introduction of what the contagion and other crowd theories are all about. Why do I support the contagion theory? Its because this is the only theory that does not overlook the individual while looking at a crowd. Other theories, especially the convergence theory, tend to believe that crowds are formed by same kind of individuals which results in a loss of their constituents. Also, I can’t see how crowds are formed by the same kind of individuals. It’s a common case but not a generally true one. Crowds can assemble due to a common motive but after the assembling is over, the crowds’ hypnotic effect takes over and some irrational decisions are taken, in many cases.

I like the emergent-norm theory for its a compromise, but what it really is, is the contagion theory. The only role of the convergence theory is limited to the assembling of the crowd.

Now we come to the topic of the post. Democracy: what is it? “Democracy is a system of government by which political sovereignty is retained by the people and exercised directly by citizens” –says aunt Wiki. In the times of today, democracy is carried out by the representatives of the people divided on the basis of population, landmass etc. These representatives are chosen by way of electronic media, print media, rallies, and/or direct contact with the people of the ‘constituency’. The most common of all of it is direct contact or first-person rallies.

Direct contact has the additional advantage of biasing the people using crowd neurosis. The speaker, who is usually (or becomes one due to his position of power) an influential person can direct the crowd to see his paradigm (rather the one he wants them to see). Also, intentionally, in the crowd are some of his own workers and they help to bias local areas of the crowd in favor of the speaker. How this is possible, the Contagion theory tells us. So, what happens is that a general bias starts to assume in the crowd and rationale is usually forgotten. Literate persons and free-thinkers fall don’t fall into this trap easily, but, for them, is the electronic and print media. The rallies and direct contacts are usually for those easily influenced and they easily fall into this trap. What happens after such a meeting is that rationales are forgotten and mob mentality prevails.

How the candidates are elected is an even more local phenomenon and it occurs after the rallies are over and people wait for the voting day. The contestant who has created a stronger network of after-rally shaping, wins more bias towards himself. This occurs through interaction within the public, interaction with the network and other media that is still available to them and all these constitute the after-rally shaping. This, according to me, is the most important stage and most votes are won in this time. A crowd shapes its constituents and what the after-rally shaping is the crowd taking a decision, not the individuals. So, clearly, the vote of the individuals is lost and a crowd vote happens. Some common examples of this effect are how a family usually supports the same party, even its children, though they don’t know what its all about, and how people of a particular community support the same group: like the Bengal section supporting the Left, for no apparent rational reason, and how the same party, despite its earlier failures, wins over and over again in the same constituency. These observations are quite general and there are many examples of people diverging in behavior from the above mentioned ones.

(Everyone needs a crowd. It’s the Dionysian state of meaningful existence, even though it’s not in too much of a fashion right now, but even the Apollonian principle’s following proves that collapse of boundaries is what happens and what gives true joy and justifies existence. These are my derivations from the Nietzschean theories from ‘The Birth of Tragedy’ and maybe ignored totally.)

Till now we know that votes are generally irrational and motivated by the crowd. So what happens after an election? A general dissatisfaction. Because people have voted for what they really never stood for. An average voter regains his individuality very slowly (maybe, because of denial) and when he does it he finds that what is happening now is wrong and he’s not satisfied with all that’s happened after the vote. He’s still in a state of denial and may refuse to accept that he was biased while voting. This can happen to the most rational thinkers, even.

Who wins the election? The majority. And who is most generally dissatisfied? The majority and the minority, both. Democracy has and almost always goes wrong. The present government of USA is an example. It’s not uncommon for pacifists to choose a fascist government just because at the time of election, the crowd was biased and an irrational decision was taken. It may be noted that bribery, force and other means are also counted as means of generating bias. So, both partial and ideal democracy fail, and they fail a bit too often (this failure may also be a general prevalent mob mentality and not an absolute one).

This is almost all I want to say. I may not have been too clear, but I shouldn’t say so, it may destroy whatever little bias I could generate in the reader. Bias, of course everywhere, means making one see someone else’s point of view.

The revolt of the hitchhiker


The first question: what is the first question. The second question: why is the second question. But let me ask the second question first assuming you have enough what (or knowledge). Why has the hitchhiker revolted? The hitchhiker has constantly been blamed for inconsistency and disloyalty. Now he’s ready to answer all the allegations.

He asks a question. Who made the hitchhiker a hitchhiker? He says he’s gone enough into this question and knows that it’s not god. A hitchhiker was made by the road he was set on. And mind you, very few hitchhikers are born on roads. They’re usually born on the intersections and have many roads to choose from. He can well get a vehicle and drive his journey himself, but again, y’see, it’s really rare. I’m a hitchhiker myself. I’ve not rode many rides but I somehow have gotten bored of it. After you know that you could well have your own car, it becomes really difficult to ask for a lift. I don’t want to steal anyone’s car. So, I’m going to buy mine and give rides to others, and make them feel poor and foolish.

Who will ride with you? Or are you just another hitchhiker.

I am the blue
I can tell you what not to do
I am the exploder
I can judge you by the sounds you make
Girl, let’s go out tonight
just me and you
and have a real sad time together.

Lay scattered in this world
the little parts will be
Sew them together, will complete me.
Of course,
a vapid man partin’

The final act


This is the final act. This is final because I’m bored with the monotonic titles I’ve been giving lately. After this I’ll post under the act of injustice some posts which won’t be any acts. I should explain the king of the titles, the act of injustice. It isn’t really too big a something, but is a question. Why? Mr. Covey says that whatever happens to you is your own fault. I can accept his hypothesis, and the your in the previous line, I assume it to be the collective your for a collective you.

Why? The question is: why do we have a brain that can think of us not having a purpose, and still be so dumb, or not sharp enough, to get the answer? This is my problem. Your problem. Every existentialist’s problem. Blessed are those who haven’t still thought of it.

So, you get what the injustice is all about? Now the answer I think lies not in finding the answer, but in finding our weaknesses. The problem may be difficult, but like every master puzzle, the answer will be an aha effect; it’ll be so easy, so clear, so fucking obvious.

Everything simple, or obvious has had been a miracle at some point of time. Newton was not so genius to think that something was pulling us down. Fire? Your mirror image. Imagine the horror of the first dude who saw his reflection and was teased all day long by this weirdo who copied all his actions.

So you say existentialism is a bigger or better or a more complex something? I say, yes. In the timeline we are at present, it is. It could well have been a different world had some dude made the right choice. It should rather be the collective choice: the choice of the crowd.

All we need is a hope. And some dope.

Who are we to cry for injustice when we are the ones who made all the choices?