Redtappism

Listen here you young whelps. I spent four years in siberia. I spent them because I saw people starved and ragged and crushed under a boot, and I asked for freedom. I still see the people starved and ragged and crushed under a boot. Only the boot is red. I didn't go to Siberia to fight for a crazed, power-drunk , blood thirsty gang that stranglesfor the people as they've never been strangled before, that knows less of freedom than any czar ever did! Go ahead and drink in your fool brains, drink to anything you wish. but when you drink to the soviets, don't drink to me. ---AYN RAND

This is one of the most amazing thing I have read in a book of Ayn Rand. This is phrase uttered by a communist not praising czar but mocking the decendents of Marx and Lenin, Its not the treachery for there idaelists but the true feeling of a man whose soul is free and who is not bounded by any thoughts but the thought of freedom. This thought of freedom is completely contradicts the existence of contadiciton itself.

The above speech was given by a father at her daughter's wedding when he was calling almost all of us a dog who is not only after the bone but also after sex with the greatest bitch in the town and also about earning respect for being the most loyal dog for the red tappism. 

The point is we all are/were red tappist because we just don't want to think about the "possibilities" and the demiensions which may harm our social image.

It is like the world maktub in which we accept that it is written. we keep on  following the ideas of any revolutionary without thinking he/she was right or worng.

now the synopsis of the blog is don't try to follow anyone doesn't matter how smart he or she is just try to figure out is he/she right in your perspect. and try to broaden your perspect.

post script: writting synopsis is like  giving lectures, that I don't like

Morality under scrutiny

Morality is such an old issue to encounter when talk about humanity. This, I reckon, is bit embarrasing when people changes their stances in poisiton of power and exile. The problem is not the change of vitality but the problem is the lack of vitality. Some of us just forget about to fight in those occasions but we try to fight either against or for morality. Our judgement just changes with the power not for or against it.

Many times when see myself in the position of a mythological king what I want is "The Victory " against the strong and "The Devotion" against the might. What I or I reckon most of us, where genders are none of concerns, wants is explotation and sexual harassament of the weak for our pleasure, while in position of deprivement we just want the submission of our own identity. This is fighting type I doesn't want.

The technique of avoid and evade if you use against an intentionally cruel or a wicked man, you might be enjoying the luxury of being a lonely person running away from the suppressors of the world, while if you use the technique of watch and wait against a perfectly agile love of yours you might be losing the time of love.

Most of the times our morality depends on how we take and change our instances, how we fight, how we love, how we politiceze a situtation, how we cajole the people, whom we belive in, whose side we take, but I am damn sure that it doesn't depend on how we are strong, or intellectual, or alone, or exiled, or fasinated, or genius, or amicable, or juvenille, or masulline/feminine, or damn f**ker, or even innocent,and even it is not decided by the past or the inavoidable things that have occured to us. One's morality or his character only depends on his stances and his dissisions.

THE ME AND THE YOU

You know what the story starts in the mid of 2003 when I first saw the movie "Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets", When I first saw the girl named Hermoine Granger. Thats like the kind of girl I wanted for my love. The addiction of that movie or sorry the girl was so much that I made a real effigy of Emma watson that is rejenuvated in other form but my primary love remained same.

Then slowly I realized what is the thing I loved in her, that was every thing even her being crazy about the stupidest things, the sincerity ofcourse, again the beauty, the dangerous look which a boy would have always wanted for and it is what I am craving for.

I never had guts to accept such a real time love of mine in its zenith. I always admired her by my own way. Every time I looked at most of girls I was just able to look at them like her. It made me crazier about the world they all seem to me like the same, the best, the one I ever wanted to be with just a simple difference, but some of the times my perceptory senses were unable to distinguish such noticable differences.

After the ghost of love have left my head I started realizing the differences but the love remained and know I suppose I reckon correctly that I have always loved only Emma Watson.

I know that she is never gonna read it but it is like some of things are written for your loved ones even when you don't expect them to even know about.

Since Then I am a nonisolated part of this isolated universe of love which is attached to the me. and I am obviously attached to the you. and that is what I think love is all about.