Monday, December 09, 2013

For a small-town boy with no exposure to western philosophy, he opened the doors to this new animal called existentialism. My later love for Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Schopenhauer and all the various philosophies had their beginning with that one book – The Outsider. And thus began a path of discovery and self-discovery.
My continuing love for the occult, the esoteric arts and magik, began all those years ago, when as a impressionable young man, I discovered Aleister Crowley, Blavatsky, Gurdjieff and Jung, all and more which were contained in that one book – The Occult. Thus began a lasting fascination and exploration of all these arcane subjects.

Pseudohistory, alternate history and lost civilisation, whole new world, or rather completely lost worlds were laid open by that one book – From Atlantis to the Sphinx. All the tomes and books I have read and own today on the subject are a direct result of the spark provided by that one book. And all written by that one man, the ‘Angry Young Men’ – Colin Wilson.

I couldn’t even begin to list out the other books of his which provided further direction to my reading habits and to subjects I could delve into deeper. From sex crimes and criminal histories to de Sade and sci-fi, horror and alternate realities. Yes, I have read much better books on each of these topics, but for a newbie these provided interesting enough to know further. And for that, Colin Wilson, thank you. And…
…to the only writer who has a shelf all his own in my library, R.I.P.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Immaculate Inception

Father sends his only Son to Earth knowing fully well that he will become greater than the Father and become a God himself. A son whose birth was unlike anything his world had witnessed. An unnatural birth. When we first see him as a grown man, it’s a baptism by fire, but a trial by water. A Son who truly comes into his own when he 33 years old, having risen from humble origins. Welcome to the Church of Superman. Our father, who art in Krypton. Hallowed be thy kryptonian USB drive.
Could they get any more blatant with the whole Jesus thing? Why? The only thing they didn't say was 'Lamb of Zod'. Bleh.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

An Iconic Post

Iconic. Has there ever been a more iconic word in the history of the iconic English language? Or any language in the history of this iconic planet? An iconic adjective that elevates everything to exalted iconic status, including the iconic commode you sit on in the morning. I bet you didn’t know yours is an iconic commode! Well, now you do. Because it is. Just like McDonalds’ iconic burgers, Bangalore’s iconic potholes, DLF’s iconic apartments, Poonam Pandey’s iconic beauty or my colleague’s iconic declaration today, ‘I will just take a leak and join the meeting’. And therein lies the secret of the iconic status that ‘iconic’ enjoys. Every iconic report in every iconic newspaper, journal, blog or site worth its iconic salt is iconically compelled to use it. It’s like an iconically divine mandate [Editor’s note: This is iconic tautology]. To make everything iconic. And it works. Just imagine if the iconic Marcel Proust had actually titled his iconic book ‘Remembrance of Things Iconic’? Can you imagine how many more people would’ve actually read it? Or how much more iconic Julius Caesar’s statement would’ve been if he’d just said, “Iconic. Iconic. Iconic.” instead of that iconic Latin gibberish.


Look at the title of this post. Was there ever a more iconic post? On a more iconic blog?