CHAPTER 1 - ARE WE JUST MOLECULAR SLAVES ?
It was taught at our nascent stages by our psychopathic teachers that we are made of molecules. I always wondered as to where they were as I could not put my finger on it.
As I grew older and got wiser, I realized that not only are we made of molecules, we are governed and ruled by them. We are just molecular slaves in this vast limitless creation.
A few molecules from hell called testosterone and I became violent and horny. A few more of those critters and I was sporting unwelcome hair on my chin which was eventually going to cost me a mini fortune in my lifetime, in a vain attempt to annihilate and eradicate them. Every attempt I made to slay these hirsute offenders with all kinds of razors and creams were to be met with gleeful retribution from the dire molecules who sent more stouter bristles, with a ghoulish mirth.
I wanted to have a wanton mane of flowing hair but these diabolical molecules heard my wish before I could spell it . They sent hell-fire and brimstone molecules to my scalp and very soon the rapacious intruders were slaughtering and devouring my precious follicles just for the fun of it. Yes, they wanted to see me suffer, cringe, squirm , grovel and then shrivel up and die.
Their attenders from netherworld called neurotransmitters neuromolecules etc. then invaded my brain to add insult to injury and to rub in salt into my wounds. They ensured my downfall and they ensured my misery. They exulted in diabolical glee as I slid away from every social occasions and went into a shell. They poured more toxins down my throat as I tried to swallow this bitter pill, that was called life.
These molecules would not relent. Their infinite appetite for destruction was yet to be satiated. Just when I thought I had seen off the worst , a few other insidious molecules gave me the charge and soon I was hypertensive. Condemned to a life of consuming palliative molecules of anti-hypertensives. Maybe these molecules have an unholy pact, a taciturn understanding. These spooky molecules could not be trusted for even their parents worth. They conspired my slavery to them and plotted my subjugation which was apparent.
Soon all the other molecules were running riot and joining in the fun as they outdid each other in castigating and undermining me. Some molecules in my pancreas closed shop with a meaningful sneer cum smile and I was in dire need for more molecules. Some molecules made me diabetic while others made me sick. Some made me obese while others made me obtuse. Still others are biding their time in a relentless quest to snuff out the remaining vestiges of human joy and dignity in me . They made me carnal, gluttonous, fat, quirky, verbose, dimwitted, ugly and what not. All I could do, was to sing paeans to their overwhelming power as they ravished and vanquished me.
The history of mankind has been one long story of the tyranny, hegemony and the unilateral and temperamental dictatorship of the molecules. They fueled the fires of the intruders and the marauders whilst assuaging and pacifying the breath and the breath of the saint and the mendicant at the same time. They raised the arm of the murderer and also nourished the breast of the mother. They made brothers hate one another and made enemies make accord and surrender. Mankind has been in a fix as to how to deal with these innocuous looking tiny overwhelming, all conquering conquerors. These dictators sculpted and conjured our body, mind, id and soul, as per their wanton fancies and whims, leaving the hapless humans grappling in a feud with the incomprehensible and the inevitable.
Men tried medication, and when it failed, they tried meditation. They called upon God and then invoked the soul. They introspected, retrospected and then dissipated. How many a thinker and philosopher asked themselves as to " Why am I me and why is he he or she?" , but the answer eluded them like the proverbial needle in the haystack. Hideous, sinful, debauched, infidel, rapacious and so on. There was always a convenient alibi, but it was never the molecule.
Perhaps the deceitful, Machiavellian molecule, conspired to confound the conundrum. They cajoled and coerced mankind into fallaciously thinking that everything and everyone except they are to blame. Their deceptive influence inspired concepts of character, integrity , faithfulness, chivalry , treachery, infidelity and a host of other epithets and sobriquets, the weight of which, mankind is carrying till date. Man looks at effect while the cause gyrates in its callous and capricious dance, unhindered and un-ferreted.
But maybe, just maybe, of late the molecules have become impudent and cocksure. They were asleep in their stoned lethargy cloaked in a perception of invincibility and invulnerability when some resilient brave humans crept up from their behind. Some brave noble soul yelled " The Molecules" and a few nodded in assent. This marks the start of a revolution, a revolution to free and exculpate mankind from the ignominious tyranny of "The Molecules" . Why is a Murderer a Murderer and why is a Philanderer a Philanderer? we are getting closer to the answer. As we get the answers, we shall also get the antidotes. and as we get the antidotes, mankind shall cease to be a zombie and slave to " The Molecules" and live free with dignity and unity. The Utopian objectives of an ideal world may well be within the reach of mankind, once the despotic, totalitarian autocracy of "The Molecules" end .
And the desperate mankind waits, with bated breath, for that day of deliverance from the prisons of guilt, disgrace, stigma and self-doubt wrought upon by the merciless unfeeling molecules.
The other day, I boarded the local train from Hillsboro town to Orenco. A group of school girls got up along with me. I nodded at them as they smiled sweetly at me while they settled next to me.
Then started an unending discussion , an endless confabulation about boys, boys and more boys. There was not a single mention of studies, lessons, teachers , games, sports, nothing . Just boys and more cute boys.
I tried to look at them quizzically in an as avuncular pose I could adopt, but it was in vain. I was thinking " Are these girls not too young to be singularly obsessed with boys who also appeared to be equally infatuated, as I could glean from the proceedings and from their conversation?"
Then suddenly, in a reflecting window, I spied upon the man in the mirror. My bald pate out-stared and out-blinked me and proceeded to reprimand me. It then,sternly and unequivocally told me "Aren't You old and experienced to know more about the scourge of molecules? Were you not equally fallible and susceptible if not infinitely more? Were you not similarly afflicted and damaged so many many times? Do you still blame the hapless human species? How can you do this, after all that I have taught you and told you? It is their molecules speaking and not them. Period. "
There was light . I realized that my sparse, desolate, wasted, blighted bald pate was right. Yes. It were them, the molecules.
And humanity, even collectively, does not stand a chance before the molecules.
Just like yours truly never did.
It was taught at our nascent stages by our psychopathic teachers that we are made of molecules. I always wondered as to where they were as I could not put my finger on it.
As I grew older and got wiser, I realized that not only are we made of molecules, we are governed and ruled by them. We are just molecular slaves in this vast limitless creation.
A few molecules from hell called testosterone and I became violent and horny. A few more of those critters and I was sporting unwelcome hair on my chin which was eventually going to cost me a mini fortune in my lifetime, in a vain attempt to annihilate and eradicate them. Every attempt I made to slay these hirsute offenders with all kinds of razors and creams were to be met with gleeful retribution from the dire molecules who sent more stouter bristles, with a ghoulish mirth.
I wanted to have a wanton mane of flowing hair but these diabolical molecules heard my wish before I could spell it . They sent hell-fire and brimstone molecules to my scalp and very soon the rapacious intruders were slaughtering and devouring my precious follicles just for the fun of it. Yes, they wanted to see me suffer, cringe, squirm , grovel and then shrivel up and die.
Their attenders from netherworld called neurotransmitters neuromolecules etc. then invaded my brain to add insult to injury and to rub in salt into my wounds. They ensured my downfall and they ensured my misery. They exulted in diabolical glee as I slid away from every social occasions and went into a shell. They poured more toxins down my throat as I tried to swallow this bitter pill, that was called life.
These molecules would not relent. Their infinite appetite for destruction was yet to be satiated. Just when I thought I had seen off the worst , a few other insidious molecules gave me the charge and soon I was hypertensive. Condemned to a life of consuming palliative molecules of anti-hypertensives. Maybe these molecules have an unholy pact, a taciturn understanding. These spooky molecules could not be trusted for even their parents worth. They conspired my slavery to them and plotted my subjugation which was apparent.
Soon all the other molecules were running riot and joining in the fun as they outdid each other in castigating and undermining me. Some molecules in my pancreas closed shop with a meaningful sneer cum smile and I was in dire need for more molecules. Some molecules made me diabetic while others made me sick. Some made me obese while others made me obtuse. Still others are biding their time in a relentless quest to snuff out the remaining vestiges of human joy and dignity in me . They made me carnal, gluttonous, fat, quirky, verbose, dimwitted, ugly and what not. All I could do, was to sing paeans to their overwhelming power as they ravished and vanquished me.
The history of mankind has been one long story of the tyranny, hegemony and the unilateral and temperamental dictatorship of the molecules. They fueled the fires of the intruders and the marauders whilst assuaging and pacifying the breath and the breath of the saint and the mendicant at the same time. They raised the arm of the murderer and also nourished the breast of the mother. They made brothers hate one another and made enemies make accord and surrender. Mankind has been in a fix as to how to deal with these innocuous looking tiny overwhelming, all conquering conquerors. These dictators sculpted and conjured our body, mind, id and soul, as per their wanton fancies and whims, leaving the hapless humans grappling in a feud with the incomprehensible and the inevitable.
Men tried medication, and when it failed, they tried meditation. They called upon God and then invoked the soul. They introspected, retrospected and then dissipated. How many a thinker and philosopher asked themselves as to " Why am I me and why is he he or she?" , but the answer eluded them like the proverbial needle in the haystack. Hideous, sinful, debauched, infidel, rapacious and so on. There was always a convenient alibi, but it was never the molecule.
Perhaps the deceitful, Machiavellian molecule, conspired to confound the conundrum. They cajoled and coerced mankind into fallaciously thinking that everything and everyone except they are to blame. Their deceptive influence inspired concepts of character, integrity , faithfulness, chivalry , treachery, infidelity and a host of other epithets and sobriquets, the weight of which, mankind is carrying till date. Man looks at effect while the cause gyrates in its callous and capricious dance, unhindered and un-ferreted.
But maybe, just maybe, of late the molecules have become impudent and cocksure. They were asleep in their stoned lethargy cloaked in a perception of invincibility and invulnerability when some resilient brave humans crept up from their behind. Some brave noble soul yelled " The Molecules" and a few nodded in assent. This marks the start of a revolution, a revolution to free and exculpate mankind from the ignominious tyranny of "The Molecules" . Why is a Murderer a Murderer and why is a Philanderer a Philanderer? we are getting closer to the answer. As we get the answers, we shall also get the antidotes. and as we get the antidotes, mankind shall cease to be a zombie and slave to " The Molecules" and live free with dignity and unity. The Utopian objectives of an ideal world may well be within the reach of mankind, once the despotic, totalitarian autocracy of "The Molecules" end .
And the desperate mankind waits, with bated breath, for that day of deliverance from the prisons of guilt, disgrace, stigma and self-doubt wrought upon by the merciless unfeeling molecules.
The other day, I boarded the local train from Hillsboro town to Orenco. A group of school girls got up along with me. I nodded at them as they smiled sweetly at me while they settled next to me.
Then started an unending discussion , an endless confabulation about boys, boys and more boys. There was not a single mention of studies, lessons, teachers , games, sports, nothing . Just boys and more cute boys.
I tried to look at them quizzically in an as avuncular pose I could adopt, but it was in vain. I was thinking " Are these girls not too young to be singularly obsessed with boys who also appeared to be equally infatuated, as I could glean from the proceedings and from their conversation?"
Then suddenly, in a reflecting window, I spied upon the man in the mirror. My bald pate out-stared and out-blinked me and proceeded to reprimand me. It then,sternly and unequivocally told me "Aren't You old and experienced to know more about the scourge of molecules? Were you not equally fallible and susceptible if not infinitely more? Were you not similarly afflicted and damaged so many many times? Do you still blame the hapless human species? How can you do this, after all that I have taught you and told you? It is their molecules speaking and not them. Period. "
There was light . I realized that my sparse, desolate, wasted, blighted bald pate was right. Yes. It were them, the molecules.
And humanity, even collectively, does not stand a chance before the molecules.
Just like yours truly never did.
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