Now, I am addressing all the peaceful, law-abiding, hardworking, and enterprising people of Pondicherry, all endowed with "natural religion" and "natural honesty," who are living in this "little Gaulish village" I spent three happy years in my youth, and where my "intellectual journey" began, while walking up and down Beach Road every night, accompanied by my dog, who was never on a leash. I made the observation then that the French had built a SMALL HALL for their Mayor on Beach Road - and that now this little Gaulish village had a HUGE, BIG GOVERNMENT, and there was no Mayor at all, AND THE TINY CITY WAS A MESS.
It was here that I first discovered that a "natural order" exists.
My intellectual journey has been a long and pleasant one. It began by doubting Thomas Hobbes' dictum in Leviathan that, without a State, there would ensue "a war of each against all" and life would be "nasty, poore, brutish, and short." I have carefully studied this book. Many years ago, I published its refutation in the Times of India, under the title "Hobbes' Mistake: The Rational Case for Anarchy." This article has been preserved here.
Of course, I also studied who Hobbes was - as a man. I discovered that he was a "failed mathematician" who had been appointed Tutor to Charles II, whose father, Charles I, had recently been BEHEADED. Hence, he wrote Leviathan. Do see the film "Cromwell." It shows that, while the parliamentarians were deciding to behead the King of England, they were all FURIOUSLY SMOKING TOBACCO.
Let me begin by saying something about Goa - where I have come here from, after spending 6 long and happy years there, in Canacona, South Goa, in a little village. And it is great to now be in a CITY. That too, a TINY CITY. I walk around everywhere. I don't require any means of transportation here.
In Goa, there is NO POVERTY - and there is lots and lots of poverty and misery here in Pondicherry.
There is no poverty in Goa because there is lots and lots of LIBERTY there. Every single beach has lots of "shacks" - where beer and cocktails and all kinds of food that tourists like is sold. And these drinks and food are also much cheaper in Goa than in Pondicherry. There are lots of CASINOS in Goa. And Goa is a HAPPENING PLACE - where BIG PARTIES are regularly held, where lots of LOUD MUSIC is played, both live as well as canned, and lots of happy couples, both foreigners as well as locals, DANCE ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.
The people of Goa are also very different from people elsewhere in India. The MEN are all very TOUGH. They take NO NONSENSE from anyone. There are no policemen ever found on a Goa beach. And they treat their politicians with contempt. In my village, all the villagers addressed the local politician as "Tu." They never say "Aap" to him, though that word does exist in Marathi.
Goa is also the DRUG CAPITAL of India. While I stayed in Boom Shankar, for over a month, we smoked BIG CHILLUMS all the time, in full public view. One day, a local cop dropped by. He was given a few free beers - and told to FUCK OFF. On another happy day, I tripped on some MDMA - a "designer drug" - and it was a GREAT TRIP. Goans keep tourists happy. They do this by selling them anything they want. And they do this by telling the cops to FUCK OFF. The cops of Goa are just a sick joke. No one takes them seriously. And this is why there is so much tourism as well as Freedom in Goa - because of the TOUGH ATTITUDE of the people.
Today, as I walk up and down Beach road every morning and every evening, I see that the little Mayor's Hall has been turned into a swanky restaurant - OWNED BY LEVIATHAN.
All around this restaurant are tiny little carts - on which the people attempt to sell their wares. And there are very few wares they are permitted to sell.
The REAL ESTATE around Beach Road is also very interesting - with almost all of it OWNED BY LEVIATHAN, beginning with a FIRE STATION (on prime property), a PETROL PUMP (on prime property), a TOURISM DEPARTMENT building (on prime property), a TOURIST POLICE BUILDING (on prime property) and even a huge big CHIEF SECRETARIAT - a horrendous piece of SOCIALIST ARCHITECTURE.
All socialist architecture is HORRENDOUS - and I HATE Chandigarh. I HATE Le Corbusier, who was Jawaharlal Nehru's favourite architect.
Anyway, at the Chief Secretariat, you see the WHITE AMBASSADOR CAR that these Kings of India ride.
It is the same in Nude Elly. If you drive up the majestic Rajpath, go through Vijay Chowk, and finally ascend Raisina Hill, the architecture of Lutyens' is STUNNING. But all over the place you see hundreds, maybe even thousands, of these WHITE AMBASSADOR CARS with RED LIGHTS on their noses.
This, while the average PROPERTY DEALER in Nude Elly drives a Mitsubishi Lancer, or a BMW, or even a Mercedes.
On Beach Road, Pondicherry, all the rest of the real estate belongs to the Aurobindo Ashram. They own a Guest House at one end - a big guest house. I tried getting a room there - but it turns out that guests are not permitted to either drink alcohol or smoke cigarettes in their rooms. Also, the gates shut at 10:30 pm - and if you come in after that, you must sleep on the footpath.
Further down Beach Road, the Aurobindo Ashram owns a huge big PRINTING PRESS (on prime property). Further down, they own a huge shop called "Splendour." In the town, they own bookshops where they sell their metaphysics. I also found them operating a PETROL PUMP. They are nothing but CLIENTS OF LEVIATHAN. Leviathan has gifted them hundreds of acres of land to build their "Auroville." It is these evil metaphysicians, all Bengalis, and all Gurkhas HATE all Bengalis, who have ensured that Beach Road is not like a Goan Beach. There is NOTHING "spiritual" about what they are doing. They are into BUSINESS - but it is NOT "business as usual." It is all FRAUD BUSINESS.
I will stop here for today. I hope I have given you wonderful people something to THINK about - and something to READ: My refutation of Thomas Hobbes.
Tune in tomorrow for another dose.
And as for the MUSIC: We are back to "Heroin" by Lou Reed & The Velvet Underground.
I put a SPIKE into your vein,
And things just ain't the same,
And I guess that I just don't know,
And I guess that I just don't know...
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