THE HOPEWAY

A teleological perspective of the material world proves the hollowness of existence. An ontological crisis may immanently operate behind this issue. A foray to survey the recent phenomena can be germane. The balk of momentous massive payload an epistemological venture incurs in studying the societal circumstances in today's world is not only exhaustive, but a modicum of risque invariably persists. The garbled dilution of cultures and value systems conflicting against each other is neutralizing and nullifying each other. It waylays the deeper nuances within that zone of hiatus between generations. The lacuna is as much in the locus as in the surface. For example, who is the pukka  preceptor or forebear who can proffer an articulate way to get rid of this undulating distance among generations.

Human life is undulating. Sometimes sorrows turn it comatose, or joie de vivre renders it felicitous the other times. Some momentous watersheds invariably and often inadvertently appear that append new regalia to our memories. In comparison to this experience, then, all other moments seem shoddy, not worth living for. It's not some articulate demagoguery that I'm chattering about. It's a fact, a phenomenon of existence. You may perpend that I've gone berserk. But life is a garbled thing replete with bizarre stuff that are inexplicable. Nobody can depicture a life that can be called immanently impeccable. Some bumpkin can pop up and begin holler out that he has counted all the stars and learn the whole cosmology, but a sane one knows the truth that nobody knows it all. 

Poets are the legislators. Sidney perpended that. During that period, in the late sixteenth century, the only means of amusement was poetry. Now don't ask - why, drama was also there. At that time, play were being written in poetic forms. So dramas were also one type of poetry. This argument in today's world is synonymous with cinema. The directors and actors depicture a style or fashion statement that becomes the law of the day. A shoddy bumpkin who cannot afford healthy food purchases any item endorsed by his favourite actor. This is a berserk time. Felicitous arguments do not hold water nowadays. Libidinous desires are immanent within everyone. When it pops up exogenously and starts affecting the day to day life with bawdry, then we are stirred awake.

Owing to the shoddy construction of many shabby viaducts, plenty of lives are wasted in accidents. Afterwards, the people in charge, subsuming the minister, local MLA, construction engineer, designer, and supplier, lay forth some garbled explanations and get rid of the accountability. The illiterate, unaware masses remain aloof like a bunch of bumpkins, while the navvy enjoy throughout their entire lives through endosymbiosis. This destiny has turned into an immanent characteristic of the populace. Everybody knows that a momentous revolution is needed to bring about a felicitous transformation. But nobody is prepared to step forward. The riff-raff are engaged in enjoying the bawdry popular culture and ménage à trois of pornography, commercialism, and fanaticism. The kiosks of nudity and obscenity are invariably open to all. In order to propitiate the instinctual urges and negotiate with the materialistic unfulfilled desires of the conscious and subconscious, every citizen is straitenin...

Many people are there who venture to irritate you. But don't be so. They are petty irritants. This pandemic ambience has rendered the human affairs nebulous. Our preparations were going well. But now, many of them have been led to detour. This crisis is bloated by the economic travails. Imminent poverty and uncertainty are moping around. I am altogether and invariably avid about my career, my future, family, and finance. I am not going to stand in front of this kiosk of penury for the whole day. The factious sections of society are maneuvered as tools of boosting up the vote bank by the y politicians. We have to remember that experience foregoes knowledge. And no bullion of gold can substitute the momenous seriousness of a country carrying within its 'time' the unrestful pasts of. The politiians vicariously make someone into scapegoat and fire their guns on others' shoulders. The masses ,on the other hand, are miserably straitened due to this situation. The hortatory pe...

There are people spasmodically dispersed in the bank. Two small queues are there in front of the first cash counter and the cash manager. Sometimes before I came across Sagnik. I never considered him as a friend, but a classmate only. He is too inimical to be a friend. A Santhal woman fell out with some people standing in the line in front of the kiosk of the cash manager. She was accompanied by her daughter. Now they have gone. She felt herself deprived as the cash manager had initially sent her to some other counter and now as she has been out of queue, the people there were not allowing her to enter into the line again. Now the crowd is not that much congested. But the hoopla has not been reduced. The man in the cash counter three is convincing some recalcitrant one in the queue. Now I'm sure that the people sitting eternally over here will take the seats with them. Right now a lad just left the seat with some pain and uneasiness. Here is a boy who is constantly chattering and m...

There is a scarsity of irritants surrounding us. They make our aims nebulous. They take their entrance with some great abstract ideas or elevated sentiments. But actually it is their domino. In reality, these good-for-nothing materials take us to detours. They bloat everyday with greater extent. However much, we mope around for our lost causes, our defeated battles, we never can retrieve that lost tide. Avid readers are hortatory persons because they understand the real value of time. They do not run behind futile bawdries. However you strive to propitiate your guiding star and bend the curves of lines on your palm, destiny is not predestined. It depends soley on your present decisions and actions. A dollop of rice and ladle of curries can aid you reach your acme. You need not consume elixirs of wealth all the while to wear the mantle of achievement. Moralities are not passé, as many take it. Amongst the glitz of prosperity, slick arson of lecherousness sneaks into and expedite your de...

There are many irritant detours in every sphere of our life. Internet is such a boon of technology that, if not utilised properly, it will change life into a mere nebulous lump of incidents. Tragedy will bloat and we will mope around them. If you are an avid reader of motivational stories, you must notice that in the life of every great person, there was no palace but a kiosk to start with. Let factious people distend about their insignificant achievements in remote past. Success foregoes pride. Even a bullion of heavy gold cannot weigh down your sense of pride if you are worthy of it. Do not venture or even expect to taste the flavour of success vicariously through someone else. Taste it by yourself. Never remain straitened between hesitatant decisions. Rather, be decisive, defenestrating all dilemmas. The vitriol of manic people all around you must not break you down. Don't give ears to the petty brickbats. They mostly are proteans, changing their shapes once you achieve your goa...

All the crises of our lives must be defenestrated by our persistency and determination. Psychedelic, baseless dreams must not turn our journey nebulous and detoured to wrong ways. We must remain sedate in our endeavours all along. The terrestrial, materialistic pursuits deviate us. Some situations in life hurl us into hilarious sitcoms and sometimes we are hellenized or elevated to novel planes of beauty and grace. Some parts of your mind must retain their privacy and remain clandestine. In the throes of sorrows we must not break down in utter frustration. New, diverse entrants will be coming and going all through our existence. But this does not mean that owing to them, we should expedite our rhythm of living. The composure of mind must not be lost at any cost. This blog of mine is not an erudite deliberation on the moralities of living; rather, it's a viaduct through which you can connect with my way of thinking or looking at life as I live it. Some actions of life have no fixed ...

The snollygoster politicians cause nuisance and hence they should be defenestrated from the system altogether. But inadvertently the populace itself votes them to power. They excite psychedelic fancies and canard promises to allure the public. They project a sedate representation on the surface, but there is a clandestine desire within them to destroy the peace and harmony of the land and spread arson of violence. Even when they fail to grab opportunities in one party, they never hesitate to defect to the enemy side anytime. They never compromise with narrow self-interests, even if when the country's prestige is connected. They keep abreast the fact that to provide ephemeral jouissance to the illiterate, unaware masses, what they need is only an entertaining vitriol, illogical hoopla, and protean brickbat.