Redemption & Sergey Brin


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I was an unwitting slave to quintuple masters. I did not even realise that I was being held to ransom. The web of deception weaved by them was so exquisite that I had no inkling that I was trapped for and in perpetuity. Selfies on Instagram trumped sense, while likes on Facebook were a laudanum delivered by the Gods to numb the sense of loss and a perception of inferiority. The impulsive and instinctive purchase on Amazon was a salve for the soul while a perennial loop of soothing melodies on i tunes acted as the hand that would never rock the cradle.

This Orwellian lifestyle threatened to consume me in its ravenous appetite before she finally arrived. The Goddess of liberation, the patron saint of love; the veritable epitome of passion and aesthetics. For a person who could not be swayed by anything other than the relentless pursuit of technology, I was pole axed by her presence. While selfies were consigned to the dustbins of memories past, likes were just adjectives in plural of no consequence. Bezos may as well find another customer while Tim Cook could kiss his ass goodbye! The searches of Sergey Bin and Larry Page that had spawned an era of surveillance capitalism now seemed an archaic invention.

Then, she decided to leave. Just when I thought I had attained deliverance I was once again hurled right into the middle of the wolves, to be mercilessly slaughtered. Bezos laughed; Brin hollered; Cook yelled. I succumbed.

(Word Count: 249)

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Kaleidoscope City: A Year in Varanasi by Piers Moore Ede

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A poignant and mesmerising work that captures the myriad patois of a city considered by many Indians to be the holiest of places on Earth. Benaras, Varanasi or Kashi is home to the imperial sweep and magnificent scope of the Ganges. Benaras is also home to a whole spectrum of vertiginous culture that both scars as well as soothes an unsuspecting entrant to the city. Piers Moore Ede was drawn to this mystical place and soon succumbed to the riveting pull exercised by its elements. His fascination towards Benaras was such that he spent an entire year in a contradictory environment of warm solace and harsh reality.

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(Market place in Benaras. Image Courtesy: Wikipedia Commons)

This work captures his stay in Benaras alternatively characterized by fervour, faith, fascination, fatigue and futility. Piers Moore Ede strives to illuminate in an uncompromising fashion the complicated fabric of culture that weaves together multiple races, castes and religions. A fabric where the sacred merges seamlessly and shamelessly with the seedy; a setting where the chances of accosting either an enthusiastic Sadhu or an enervated prostitute are mind bogglingly equal.

Resolute in his intent to “witness the continuing evolution of an ancient city in real time”, Moore, blasts open some lids within whose confines lie apathy and revulsion.  Interviewing Ajeet Singh and his wife, Manju, who campaign on behalf of prostitutes and trafficked women and in turn receive death threats, he is asked by Manju, “How can it be, that here in this holy city we simply let these women fall through the cracks, we’re willing to let them die because we are passing judgment on them as human beings?”

“India’s tryst with modernity, is destroying far more than simply the respect accorded to the elements that sustain us. The river herself is a symptom of a whole civilisation hindered on its journey by a surplus of people, waste and corruption. And yet still she survives, occasionally sparkling in the light to remind us of who she is.”  This profound statement by Moore depicts in startling detail the paradox that is Varanasi, a city struggling to come to terms with itself, it’s subjects and its legacy.

Seekers of salvation jostle and rub shoulders with solicitors of sex, while peddlers of the most exquisite varieties of fruits share space with purveyors of cannabis and marijuana. The various Ghats of the Ganges which teem with people performing ablutions and burning corpses lends an eerie credence to the impermanence of human existence. Moore is told by the manager of one burning ghat: “You Western people fear death so much, but you fear it because you do not know it. For you, death is the counterpoint to life. It is something final, something bad. But for us Hindu people we see death as the counterpoint to birth.”

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(Ghats in Varanasi abutting the Ganges. Image Courtesy: Wikipedia Commons)

Benaras is at once temporal and permanent. This fascinating paradox gets a deserving treatment at the hands of this author who seems to have found himself in a strenuous quest to find the soul of a City whose existence is a veritable testimony to a cathartic mankind!

Kaleidoscope City – An unforgettable splash of colour!

(Written as part of the Blogchatter’s A2Z Challenge) – PART 11 ALPHABET K)