Friday, December 16, 2005
"Of all the pleasant ways to die,
I am sure I will not drown;
Though from a cliff or tower high,
Headlong, I might well fall down!
Maniacs abound in this world,
Maybe one would chop my head;
Daily new diseases unfold,
Any one could make me dead!
The conspiring sea’s no man’s friend,
She’s neither safe nor shallow;
But it has been my childhood trend,
The rising waves to follow!
I’ve grown up playing with the sea,
Swimming waters green and brown,
I like the sea and she likes me
So I’m sure I will not drown!"
Saturday, December 03, 2005
I leave my house and begin the familiar walk to the railway station. It is broad daylight and the short journey looks to be regular and uneventful. The cobbler opposite my house is asleep. There is a strong breeze and the air is filled with dragon flies. I walk straight to the small crowded intersection of 5 streets. I have to take the road that goes straight-right. I wait for the huge S.U.V. to pass, quickly take a peep into the 5 lanes and scurry across.
An attack at this time was the last thing I expected. The first one really took me by surprise.
“Is it okay to break rules when we think breaking a rule on a given occasion does not cause the damage the rule was made to guard against?”
“Is it okay to continue owning and propagating beliefs when we know we cannot prove them to be true?”
“How can we say that we have the power to choose, when we have no option but to go with, what seems to us at the moment, the best choice?”
“If the creator is simultaneously infinitely potent and infinitely benevolent, why do almost 1,800 children under the age of 15 become HIV positive every day?”
“How do we define the purpose of our life, if what we like to do most is different from what we are best at doing?”
The train arrives today as soon as I reach the platform. I get on and it speeds into the thick breeze and the station, behind me disappears round the bend.