Faith

We all believe in something whether it’s a supernatural entity or scientific doctrine. It seems man cannot live without faith. Even atheists believe that there’s no one up above. Still, counts as a faith. In this sense, we can call the former one as positive faith and the latter as a negative one.

And for some, they are fluid and malleable and for some, they are rigid and tight. But how do these faiths form? And do all conscious beings have faith? And what is it to be faithless?

I am convinced that we cannot exist in peace without faith. Because faith gives us comfort. Knowing that an omnipotent god guides the fates and we as mortals just need to fill in the play gives a sense of comfort. Don’t you think?

Our grey matter also nags us when we don’t have faith because lack of faith creates insecurity in our mind and that’s a hard thing to live by. If you cannot trust the police to guard the house then you neither sleep nor live in peace.

In fact, nations break down and laws cannot operate in such a situation. Then we enter a Hobbesian world—“The condition of man . . . is a condition of war of everyone against everyone.”

Moreover, we are hardwired to have faith in someone. When we were infants we had faith in parents that whenever we cry they come up with food, love, care and a plaything. That created the foundation and it’s a powerful experience that shaped all our beliefs which created this collective entity called faith.

However, can prudence and cold logic we develop later in life break it and create a homo-separaticon without faith? And can we trust rationality when we very well know how irrational everyone is?

And when we live with rationality, life wouldn’t be joyous. Without irrationality, there’s no poetry, no music, no drama, no starry night painting.

I guess we need faith in faith. Even if it’s a matrix illusion, at least still we are Homo sapiens.

—Drunken Monk


Before, The Morning(Poem)

At 3 A.M.
a quiet pissy feeling
woke me up or
a thirsty throat.

the wormholes of the universe
were wide open
no one was there to melt into it
no, not even the gods
for they were too busy
in auditing the spreadsheet of
vices and virtues.

productivity games of man
did not start
air was not yet wet
with the sweat of joggers.
the birds, the dogs, the cats
the coffee cups, the babies
and the karma has not woken up

and
were still in their erstwhile positions
like a Spartan army, disciplined and tamed.
but the cockroaches were moving.

The nothingness of 3 A.M.
was blissful not yet intruded
by mechanical and robotic 5 A.M.’s of the man.

3 A.M.
it’s the time
you are utterly alone with the stars
and the darkness
in a state of true living.

the only moment
I hear the time
slipping by.

only the watcher remains
with no mind
to explore the geometries.

—Drunken Monk.

Smallholder(Poem)

The son of the soil
and
The daughter of the sickle
placed the bet
on the slaughtered lands
on the mercurial monsoons
and
on the sleepy seeds.

Pack of pests
patiently waiting
to prey on the pain.

The rhythm of debts
The tunes of prices
play a sad melody of suicides.

Meanwhile, the cows
cry in the clutches
of corporates and
the Goblin of globalization.

Adding to the ironies,
the past sins of man
come to the farm
in the form
of cyclones, droughts
to make late memories
and bleach the
colors of cracked earth.

—Drunken Monk.


Examined Life?

The legends of philosophy and spirituality have one thing in common apart from their weirdly grown long white beards. They recommend an examined life. To savour the infinity in the present moment and live in deep reflections and ruminations.

But even a 5-minute meditation done over an app or contemplating about life’s purpose while having your coffee reveals the beauty and the beast, the sun and the moon, the light and the darkness of it all. It holds a yin-yang that delights us with a sense of calmness and dazzles us with the ugly dissatisfaction of life.

Conscious living is hard. It reveals the hallowed nature of life and makes us scratch our heads on the “Whole point” of this existence. This is fine and we can tolerate it.

However, past the 5-minute timer, the examination uncovers our own life’s shortcomings. The insecurities, anxieties, emotions all come for a ballet dance and play on the tunes of “pity” streaming in the neurons of our mind.

It’s like walking on a hotbed of coal or get repeatedly stung by a hornet. Why go after these musings? Just for a temporary soothing?

That turns us into the woods of unconscious living. This too has its shortcomings. It’s easy to get by in this mode but after a while, it becomes robotic and repetitive. You become a passive boat wandering in the waters of weariness. One eventually becomes a bystander and a nodding machine to the choices of life.

There is no juice left in the fruity life. Just counting seconds in a zombie state.

In the end, both states are hard thorny roads to make a living. The way ahead could be a conscious-unconscious or unconscious-conscious mode. But then—()


Future (Economics)—1

Resources, Good Governance, Human capital and even Institutional development till now to an extent determined the success of a nation and its economic growth and development.

But in the future, I think the “Attention Capital”, that is, the attention capacity and the capabilities of its citizens will tell us the trajectory of the nation. With attention spans falling off the chart to a minimum and some claiming even to that of a goldfish, the promise of the future is bleak. With people unable to concentrate on their tasks, productivity and prosperity can be deteriorating.

If that’s the case, governments might launch yoga and meditation schemes for the poor in future and so-called affirmative programs. That’s a hard nut to crack, I guess.

What if the primary skill in future resumes of the employees is the ability to concentrate and sit in a lotus posture for 90 minutes?
and the companies might hire a Spiritual CEO and a guru to guide their gullible employees?

—Drunken Monk.


Underdog(Poem)

David and Goliath
the mighty underdog,
weakling story should remind
us all the triumph of spirit over body.

The heads always stay down, if you let them.
but for the man of courage and tenacity
times bend and not the iron skull.

Giants can be dwarfed by nerves
likewise
Dwarfs can be magnified by guts.

Look into the face of fates
and fear not of the feeble winds
that come along the road.

The light of stubbornness
is wide enough to
cross the canopies of darkness.

Unfold the legend.

—Drunken Monk.


Heavyweights(Poem)

Under the load
of wisdom
we miss insights.

Under the load
of solitude
we miss love.

Under the load
of illumination
we miss the now.

Under the load
of driving
we miss moving.

Under the load
of deadlines
we miss the divine.

Under the load
of water
we miss the waves.

—Thus spoke the drunken monk.


Integrity(Poem)

Not—
dishonouring your soul
scamming your spirit
phishing your trust.

Not—
value trading
hiding truth in syllogisms
and selling lies with certitude.

Yes—
taming the corrupted
wolves and sharks.

Yes—
aligning the magnetic conscience
the magnetic moral compass
to moral maps.

Yes—
wearing the just hats
taking in the honest breaths
and conserving the core, un-sugared.

Yes—
the words
unchanged to seasons, sun and the winds
and insomniac to injustice and un-crooked
fingerprints.


Stoic Ways of Happiness(Poem)

The Player “X”
could do anything
for only the last time.

The Player “Y” should
run the time machines
and the ‘If’ loops
and the ‘While’ loops
to reckon the coming disasters.

The Player “Z” shall
swim the silent waves, currents
and the tides of remote-controlled sadness.

Rationing is the best and
dwell on the minimal musings.

{X, Y, Z} to omit the evolutionary cravings
And the nuclear fusion of programmings.

—Drunken Monk.