Interpolations in the Bhagvad Gita.

There are 8 trillion verses interpolated into the Bhagvad Gita by
1) evil priestly cabals
2) evil non-priestly cabals
3) everybody else
What is my proof you ask? Answer- Tehelka magazine has an expose on one of the interpolators - viz. Baba Hindutva Nutjob who revealed in a taped interview with an undercover reporter that he personally interpolated 89 gazillion verses into the Gita while slitting open the stomachs of miscellaneous women from educationally backward communities and tearing out the unborn babies from their wombs and saying disrespectful things about their taste in bangles. Incidentally, the Baba has also admitted that Narendra Modi  is his chaddi buddy and never organizes a pogrom without sending him an invite.
I now uncover to you the true original Bhagvad Gita with my own commentary
'..a.....' (verse 22)
and  '.......l........' (verse 124)
Commentary- Suck my cock. Seriously. Just get down on your knees, squeeze your hairy little man-boobs together and wait patiently in that posture, from here to Eternity, for the refreshing spray of my spunk on your rotting epiglottis.

Racial coding in Amitav Ghosh.

Annotating a superb account of a Tamil family's escape from the Japanese invasion of Burma- the setting of H.E. Bates' 'the Jacaranda Tree' but also a theme in Karunanidhi's greatest hit'Parashakti'- Prof Ghosh notes w.r.t exit permits 'These permits, and the routes they provided access to, were also racially coded. The ‘White’ routes were generally shorter and easier and were largely reserved for retreating soldiers and European and Eurasian civilians; the ‘Black’ routes were longer and much more arduous – Asians were generally allowed to use only these routes. Another account in my possession, written by an Indian, provides a harrowing account of the writer’s attempts to acquire ‘White route’ permits for his wife and young children.'


This clearly shows the greatness of Ghosh Babu as anthropologist and popular author. He tells us something nobody ever guessed- viz. the British were Racist, the British Empire instrumentalized Race for Service Provision discrimination- but does so in a context which, perhaps uniquely, utterly nullifies and renders ludicrous, the illocutionary force of his claim.


In Burma, at that time, some Whites didn't get exit permits at all but were ordered to stay back by their employers. Some Blacks did, that too by the easiest route and, what's more managed to bring back their teak furniture and Lars et penates etc. all on the Govt's dime.


All soldiers and similar strategically valuable personnel, no matter how Black, were given priority over Civilians, no matter how White.


Thus, contra Ghosh, the retreat from Burma- at a time when a lot of Indians had gone over to the enemy- provides, not material for a thesis about 'racial coding', but a sui generis instance of the utility of 'Racial profiling' because no White in the area was assiduously, or at all, the object of recruitment by the Axis powers or their compradors.


Indeed, Ghosh himself does not contradict the notion that Indians, in general, would have been better off staying in Burma under the Japs. Why does Ghosh bring 'racial coding' into this when it makes him look a facile Politically correct Professorial shithead?


The answer is- he has coded himself as such in order to cipher his middle brow oeuvre. Amitav does a fair bit of research but, by a failure of digestion, can't rise to the level of a James Michener because he insists on making everything boring and stupid by continually discovering fascinating facts like White slavers were racist to black slaves. Women were sometimes discriminated against coz some people thought they were weak or stupid or something. Also there was once this Muslim guy or Mulatto or whatever who didn't actually bugger all the bhadralok Bongs in the vicinity before cutting their throat while saying snide things about their Doctoral theses- which is like real important coz...urm... the Media dun bin turning us all into so many Anders Behring Breiviks due to, urm, Gucci.. sorry, I mean Gramsci's...concept of, like, hegemony and and ...globalisation? yeah throw that in and can the subaltern speak and Ranajit Guha is not actually turning tricks, even as you read this now, spreading Red Light in Vienna's Gurtel road.


Which aint to say our author is intellectually facile. Not at all. It is merely to build a bridge to his readership that, from start to finish, Amitav concerns himself with things like racial coding of the most witless sort.

Which us guys think cool coz we are boring, stupid and massively fucked in the head.


Who reads novels? Really really stupid and boring people. Why do cunts like us read novels? Coz, in our bones, we know everybody is stupid and boring. Amitav reads like- and hence writes for- us.


For which, personally, I blame David Cameron- that boy aint right.

Delhi in Lonon

In my Delhi boyhood my Mother beat

Me & Delhi on my Fulham street

Beats like her & with her Art

Not with hands but just her Heart.

Acceptation is certain Sinn

For camouflaged by, fond, my thoughts

Leopard! Change thou thy spots.

Acceptation is certain Sinn

Thy Ethiop! I'm bleached within.

Not Love is bought but sweating made

Lest this thought distress the Marwari maid

'Not Love is bought but sweating made'

Bollywood rose from out the Sea

To hear Ruskin hymn  Dharavi.

Notes

1) The Marwaris are a caste of, often very wealthy, entrepreneurs from the arid and socially conservative  State of Rajasthan.

2) Dharavi- the terrible slum in Mumbai featured in 'Slumdog Millionaire'. It first enters Eng. Lit. when apostrophized in  John Ruskin's Newidgate Prize poem 'Salsette and Elephanta'. Gandhi considered Ruskin his Guru chiefly, it appears, because the latter was under the impression that being nice to very poor people would mean they'd work for you both more whole-heartedly as well as more cheaply than could possibly, otherwise, be the case.

More hymns to Hitler

 'neath Eiffel, Herr Hitler, in abashed, matronly, pose

 As Eiger's steeple bell, fell Venusberg o'erthrows

& Heine's Tannhauser- ah! there's the rub

Revenge, we, Wagner on the Jockey Club

Wagner's attempt to conquer Paris came a cropper when the Jockey Club- of which, perhaps, Swann was already a member- became incensed against him and, by their hooliganism, forced him to withdraw his production. One theory regarding the Jockey Club's animus against 'Tannhauser' is  based on its members' gentlemanly habit of only arriving at the Opera in time for their ballerina inamoratas' sweating their way through the Second Act disco number before themselves frenziedly rushing backstage to copulate with those still clammy and quivering carcasses. Wagner, unforgivably, had shifted the ballet to the first Act and so, quite correctly, the Jockey Club Cavaliers, more thoroughbred than Wagner's bildungsburgertum vision of those at the Landgrave's Court, permitted no virginal Elizabeth to intercede for our Meistersinger but, sans ceremony, sent him packing.

Heinrich Heine's Tannhauser, it appears, marries Jerusalem to Athens,  domesticates Venus as the Sabbath, and gets off a splendid dig at Weimar's futility- 'in Heine's poem, Venus is a gemutlich sweetheart whom Tannhauser leaves in a fit of jealousy because she is immortal and has had many lovers and will have many more. But, it turns, out the Pope has no power over Venus and so the minstrel returns to his cute little wife-ikkins who makes him a nice broth and asks after his disillusioning travels. At this point, Heine makes an equation between Venus and the Sabbath-

"To Frankfort I on Schobbas came,
Where dumplings were my food.
They have the best religion there:
Goose-giblets, too, are good.

before getting off a typical piece of satire-

"In Weimar, the widowed muse's seat,
Midst general grief I arrive.
The people are crying 'Goethe's dead,
And Eckermann's still alive!'"[A]

(hat tip to Shiela- vide previous post re. Tannhauser's dillema)

Emergence, Occassionalism and Reverse Mereology

If Imam Jafar as Sadiq's concept of 'takvin' is understood as Emergence- in what relationship might it stand to the Ghazzali brothers' Occasionalism and causationless poetic aetiology?

Perhaps, in an Occassionalist Universe, Emergence becomes the fundamental intuition, not of Time- for Time, here, is mere heteroclite seriality or jeitzeit juxtaposition- but the Brouwerian 'two-ity' which provides the basis of an acausal Constructivism, a Mereological metric in which, bizarrely, the part exceeds the whole because, every possible emergent in which it might participate becomes its choice sequence and knight's tour of a more ample dimension of freedom in alam al amr, whereas the emergent's  indifference curve between ingredient mixes becomes a constraint upon what amr can express in alam al khalq.

In this sense, then, the glory of the Ghazal is its reverse mereology or, salva veritae, reverse Tzimtzum; its turning of theodicy on its head- not justifying God's ways to Man, but making Man, making haecceity, interesting to God and inflationarily expanding the scope of His amr. 
But only apparently. Hence its pathos. Which actually makes it kinda cool.