There are the annals, but of course there are. And there are also those unmentionables that are not possessed of one unfortunate “n”. It must be left to you and your imagination, although imagination may not be required in this case with anybody possessed of mini- mal cells up there, you know where. They are rarely to be found in these times because brawn is riding high over brain, but we live in hope. Hai na? We look into your eyes, for instance, and sing Teri aankhon ke siwa duniya mein rakha kya hai even though there is enough and more than enough teri aankhon ke siwa in this duniya. If only you’d care to look.
No? But look. And I look, even if you refuse to or find looking not useful. I look.And what do I see in the process of this looking? I see many things and in those many things are things I never knew of and things I do not like.
These posters. How many of them are there? And how far and wide have they gone? Or been sent? Who did this? I want to know. Because these posters want me to go. This is a warning as close to my skin, or rather the tufty-curly hair resting on my skin in all the key and crucial parts, as can be. Matter of life and death type of thing. Samjha karo.
Listen carefully. Koi hai?
There should ideally be no one who I could be calling out to. No one. Not a single one. That would be ideal state of things. Utopia. Oh, no, error, error. Not Utopia. That cannot be. Metopia. That’s right. Metopia. The highest and ideal form of state or being or nation or notion or whatever you may choose to call it. I want Metopia. Where there is Me and none else...
Error. Error. Correction. Correction. There are a few others, of course there are. I need various kinds of works done. Daily things. Not daily things. Day things. Night things. Dawn things and pre-dawn things. Twilight things and moonlight things. Once-in-a-while things. Those things bodies will have to do. I also need those bodies as followers and flagwaggers, sloganeers on my bandwagon, and battering rams for whoever needs a battering. In short, I need a critical mass of Fhakts. Fhakts and those other bodies that will be required to do required things will together form Metopia. The rest? Where are they? Be banished from my presence and my planet! And bundle up those posters and take them along because otherwise the bodies and the Fhakts will do to them what is required to be done. Suna hoga: cheer denge.
On that note, Cheers!
And the wind beginning to blow
And things, all things swirlingSome apace and yet some slow
Drink, drink on O dear, we just began this whirling.