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By Anonymou(S.)


I stole these pics from a n(A.)ughty kid

who also stole mine a few months back.

The Song Of The Sikh

Prof. Puran Singh "Ah ! Well, let my hair grow long; I cannot forget the knot He tied on my head; It is sacred, it is his mark of remembrance. The Master has bathed me In the light of suns not yet seen; There is eternity bound in this tender fragile knot. I touch the sky when I touch my hair, And a thousand stars twinkle through the night. Who says the hair is no more than grass ? Yet a single hair is a dear remembrance, An heirloom, a trust, a pledge, a love, A vow, an inspiration. My form is but a statue of dumb gratitude for The knot of Friendship tied by those Kings of Eternity, The Gurus who came to the Punjab; The Saviours who were gracious to love me, and Made me a home in the Realm of Eternal Beauty."

Neurosis Revisited

ਮਨ ਮੈਂਡਾ ਕਾਸਾ ਏ
ਮਾਹੀਏ ਦੇ ਵਸਲ ਬਾਝੋਂ
ਹਰ ਜੁਗ ਬੇਆਸਾ ਏ

-ਪ੍ਰਭਸ਼ਰਨਬੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ

An Interpretation of Neurosis

ਹੱਥ ਖਾਲੀ ਕਾਸਾ ਏ
ਅੱਜ ਕੱਲ੍ਹ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦਾ
ਹਰ ਬਸ਼ਰ ਪਿਆਸਾ ਏ

-ਕੁਲਵੰਤ ਸਿੰਘ ਗਰੇਵਾਲ


ਰਹਿਮਤ ਦਾ ਸਾਇਆ ਏ
ਮਨ ਜੇਹਾ ਨਾਗ ਕੋਈ ਨਾ
ਸਭ ਦੇਸ ਪਰਾਇਆ ਏ

-ਪ੍ਰਭਸ਼ਰਨਬੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ

ਪਰਦੇਸੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ

ਨਾਗਾਂ ਦਾ ਸਾਇਆ ਏ
ਲੁਕਵੇਂ ਨੇ ਡੰਗ ਭੋਲਿਆ
ਬਚ ਮੁਲਕ ਪਰਾਇਆ ਏ

-ਕੁਲਵੰਤ ਸਿੰਘ ਗਰੇਵਾਲ

I wonder what to think about these lines

"I imagine the gift of an infinite suffering, of blood and open bodies...I imagine the earth projected into space, like a woman screaming, her head in flames. I can only perceive a succession of cruel splendors whose very movement require that I die: this death is only the exploding consumption of all that was, the joy of existence of all that comes into the world; even my own life demands that everything that exists ceaselessly give itself to be annihilated."
-George Bataille

It reminds me of something terrible.

ਮੈਂ ਵਕਤ ਗੁਜ਼ਾਰਾਂ ਰੋ ਰੋ ਕੇ

Bear Creek Garden


Before the LAW

Franz Kafka

BEFORE THE LAW stands a doorkeeper. To this door-keeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. "It is possible," says the doorkeeper, "but not at the moment." Since the gate stands open, as usual, and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man stoops to peer through the gateway into the interior. Observing that, the doorkeeper laughs and says: "If you are so drawn to it, just try to go in despite my veto. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the least of the door-keepers. From hall to hall there is one doorkeeper after another, each more powerful than the last. The third doorkeeper is already so terrible that even I cannot bear to look at him." These are difficulties the man from the country has not expected; the Law, he thinks, should surely be accessible at all times…

The Dark is Rising

The dark is rising
All the gods have fled
and Nihilism reigns.

Life itself
is bent upon
committing suicide.

Criminality glows
and blood

My heart
long ago.

And Brain
is poisoning
day by day.

I can see
Angelic eyes
Still weeping.

The Innocence
The Beauty
And the Cruelty!

I ask
Am I still living?
Should I live?

After Him
Who can dare
to live?

I am lying
neither fully dead
no longer alive.

Senses are numb
Only a whisper
in my ears.

even if
there is
no one
to love.


When I first thought about writing this post, two names came to my mind, What is a Woman and The Enigma of Woman. But I felt that both these names spell masculine bias. Woman has always been treated by men as a mere thing or an incomprehensible enigma. Such a stance is bound to do injustice to women. But ironically, both these phrases are names of two books written by women about women. The former is by Toril Moi and the latter by Sarah Kofman.

Traditionally, men have always preferred to treat women either as a thing, which resulted in their exploitation or as an enigma, which resulted in romanticism. What women desire, lies beyond both consequences.

But who am I to decide?

Obviously, I have no authority to say the final word on these matters. But I do feel that most women will agree with my view that subordination and romanticisation is not that which they truly desire.

Then, what does a woman desire?

Does a woman desires most of all to be desired?

I don't think so. That would to…

MAHATANTRIC interrogates me

This conversation took place sometime during this summer at Amritsar. The main interlocutors are me and Kuldeep. The topic of the talk can roughly said to be the human condition at this particular historical juncture and the role religion and spirituality can play in this situation of crisis which can be named as Nihilism.

P.S.- It was recorded by Laadi with his mobile phone without our knowing it.

ਕੋਈ ਆਣਿ ਮਿਲਾਵੈ ਮੇਰਾ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ

Angel Death

I received this picture by Someone today. I am still wondering why anyone would like to send this picture to me. How is it connected to me? Why did the sender thought that I would like it? These are difficult questions. But upon reflection, I was able to see some connections.

The death of an angel is no ordinary event. It is an event of enormous proportions. It is spread out in centuries. And the time of its happening is no ordinary time. It must be a time out of joint.

The modern age is the age of the death of God and all the gods associated with Him. Nietzsche proclaimed the Death of God a century before. But this sculpture seems to precede him. It shows that the gods are being chased away from earth, as she is conquered by the sovereign and all powerful man. Now, the angels are in mourning. They are weeping and dying.

Look at the picture and you will find that a darkness, an ominous and terrible darkness is falling all over, as the angel lies dead nearby. This darkness is Nihilism. N…

Strange Connections- Roma and the Jatts

Roma is the name of a Gypsy tribe of eastern Europe. They are nomadic people. They have their own distinct language, culture and folklore. What have they got to do with the Jatts of Punjab?

A few days ago, my brother was driving through San Francisco and when he stopped at a traffic light, another car with two guys in it stopped beside him and one of the guys asked him in a loud voice: "Wanna sell your car?" My brother nodded and then both parties met in a nearby parking to finalize the deal. My brother was amazing that both these guys are looking like Jatts but apparently they were not as their accent showed. He asked them about their homeland and they said they are from eastern Europe and from Roma tribe. A long time ago Punjabi University Patiala published a book on the Roma people and their story of origin in Punjab and later migration to Eurasia in about 1050 A. D. He told them that we are related to each other in a curious way. Then the guys asked him what the eyes are …

Derrida- The Movie

Derrida is undoubtedly the greatest philosopher of 20th century. He is the father of deconstruction. He is a sort of celebrity. This is the first ever movie about his private life in which he discusses his secret self.
I have longed to see this movie for years, but it was not available in Punjab. Now I have found it at last. His thinking has made me a different person. My blog can never be understood without reference to the thinking of this man.

The Fragrance of Radical Hermeneutics and the Darkness of the Id

A few days ago, I came across these lines on H's blog:

"This flesh called "our body" often brings with it many emotions that are not exactly pious and drive us into the world of darkness. But I am in no way saying that darkness can always be a bad thing. If God created light, then offcourse he created darkness too, and offcourse self-awareness always can make you not only learn the vast light within you, but also the darkness in you too."

And after a few days, I received a comment by K. which runs thus:

"Although dangerous, this species of thought is certainly the most fragrant – the most beautiful indeed. What is so compelling about this thought? It allows one to love uninhibitedly – honestly and without the residual dark mask that looms perpetually overhead, visible to the other yet hidden from the self: the id. "

The species of thought about which K. is talking about is called Radical Hermeneutics besides other names.

A chain is being formed here.

The …

Eagle vs. Sea Snake

ਭਾਰ - Strangest of the stories

This is the most terrible story I have ever read. What makes it more terrible is the fact that I know that it is a true story. Past few dacades of Punjab have seen some events which can be termed as the most horribles event ever experienced by humanity. I can't forget what was once said by an 'Amnesty International' activist about Punjab:
Punjab is hell on earth.
And the tragedy is that most people and even most sikhs know nothing about these events.
But every event has its own life, however shadowy it may be. Such events have the uncanniest existence.
These invisible ghosts are behind the collective suicides being committed in Punjab. It is not only debt which is driving them towards suicide. It is collective weight (that also happens to be the name of this story) which is acting as the impulsive force behind the suicides. I know that it is a bold conclusion and many people will disagree with me on this point. But I have not reached at this conclusion through speculation alon…