Welcoming a New, Brave World of Ancient Practices, and Happy New Year.

Another crappy year is getting flushed down the tubes of history. To be honest, I barely noticed this flushing sound as I was busy with work despite the threat from AI. Nonetheless, some things did get through, and I had a general idea of what was going on around me. Year 2025, I think, has been a real coming out party for things that many people had kept suppressed due to weed-inspired, fancy, secular humanist ideas like human rights, equality, empathy, love, etc. People have finally woken up to the fact these are all signs of weakness, and are now actively bringing back good, old-fashioned patriarchy, misogyny, racial and religious hatred, and bigotry. People flaunt these openly. Supreme leaders around the world derive their strength and build cults around these ideas. It works. There are some minor issues such as whose religion is superior, which culture is better, and whose imaginary being has more power. But hey, that is the whole point. You get to diss others, and it is fun.

    Youth are attracted to this, especially young men. One of the top political commentators in America now is a young guy called Nick Fuentes. His views are getting even more popular than Charlie Kirk, who, prior to his death, professed that the Civil Rights Act outlawing all kinds of discrimination was a mistake. Nick is having a field day with MAGA man Vivek Ramaswamy. Nick probably doesn’t know that Indians are accustomed to this idea of discrimination. We invented it, Nick. We are born with that DNA, brother.

    There is a movie star-turned MP in Kerala. He is a good example of this. Though not in the league of supreme leader Modizee in terms of histrionic skills, the man is a good actor. He is also always in character. It is as if he is emoting on a big stage all the time. Delivering lines with a flourish, fingers wagging, facial muscles twitching, pot belly wobbling, and the gold and other bling on his person glittering. It is quite an impressive sight.

    Except that, more often than not, he appears constipated. I often imagine this guy in the potty, sitting on the throne, face all contorted, neck veins stretched, eyes popping, and screaming at a stubborn, sticky piece of turd dangling from his posterior orifice, “Art thou coming forth, you piece of $##t?” I think if we work on the script a bit more, we would be able to make a good movie out of this.

    Suresh Obi-wan Kenobi starring in and as The Unfallen Turd. (In line with the current trend in propaganda movies, this could alternatively be named The Turd Files.)

    One man standing against progressive rascals; fighting to protect his traditions and also bring some back. The man apparently has fond memories of great traditions where lower caste people dug holes on the ground, put leaves in them, and had gruel from those holes. The fact is that lower caste people are also having wet dreams about the good old days when kings ruled over them. Their forefathers could play hide-and-seek in the bushes when people of a higher caste passed by. It was so much fun. Everybody knew where they stood in the pecking order. Oh, those were the glory days. We were Vishwa Guru then, and now, we’re in the process of claiming that Vishwa Guru title back.

    We, of course, realize that there are some smartass guys like Peter F. Drucker who say, "I have been saying for many years that we are using the word 'guru' only because 'charlatan' is too long to fit into a headline" or "people call me a guru because they can't spell charlatan".

    We don’t care, you Drucker. We will call ourselves Vishwa Charlatans. Look at the number of scam call centres we run. We will rewrite history. We will erase weaklings like Mohanlal…Mohandas, or whatever his name was, from our books, our MGNEREGA, and pretty soon from our currency notes. The older generation didn’t have WhatsApp University. So, they relied on and had to believe what they saw—a semi-nude guy and his cohorts walking around the land fighting the Brits. At the very least, he could have had his name printed on the border of that loincloth. A monogrammed langoti. Nothing; no fashion sense at all. If some andolan jeevi tries such a stunt today, we will send men to lynch him. The fact is, we had a better plan of bankrupting the Brits by getting them to pay pensions to all of us, which was an even more non-violent solution. Anyway, now we have the means and the WhatsApp uncles to educate the mother bleepers (as delivered by Samuel L. Jackson) of the possibilities.

    Speaking of mother bleepers, the supreme leader went emotional about some unknown people abusing him. That reminded me of an advice I got from a teacher (not a “guru”) when I was a teenager.

    One fine day, my dad, who is usually busy operating the government machinery, was at home and developed this sudden interest in his progeny’s studies. Especially Macaulay’s English. So, he called me, “Makkale (nothing to do with Macaulay. Makkale is a term used to address kids in some parts of Kerala), show me your English textbook”. I showed him my mint condition book and gave him a blank stare. He realized that his son was an idiot and decided to find me a tutor. So, me and my cousin were sent off to Prof. T. He was a very nice gentleman, who would usually be in a thorthu (a type of towel), with ash and sandalwood paste all over his body, busy completing his daily puja when we reach in the morning. I don’t remember the context, but one day he advised us that one should always abuse only the mom and not the dad (“തള്ളക്കേ വിളിക്കാവു, തന്തക്കു വിളിക്കരുത്” were his words). The reason, he said was that “only moms know who the dad is”. Mind you, this was much before DNA tests and all. My cousin guffawed. The three girls in the class—the fashionable twin sisters of Shaolin, as my cousin called them, and the demure (let’s call her) Sanyo-mol blushed. I smirked. Prof. T continued with his Macaulay’s English. Maybe he was alluding to certain group where the men would slink away for womenfolk to have brief relationships with people from upper castes. Don’t know.

    Well, the year is winding down. Everyone around the world now agrees that rich people have the first claim to mountains, land, forests, and other resources. The rich shall inherit the earth was the original biblical saying. Some fake, woke liberals had rewritten that then. We are correcting all such mistakes. We will rewrite even the Bible, if needed. So, Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year.

    I hope to welcome in the new year with this nice song from Chris Rea, who passed away on December 22, 2025, that I used to listen to in a cassette player a long time ago. The Road to Hell.

P.S. From FB

Bunch of Stupid Thoughts and a Samadhi Story

We are already into February in 2025, which means a reasonable amount of time has passed for me to break my New Year’s resolution. My resolution was to stop having stupid thoughts, and, even if I have such thoughts, not to publicly air them.

Well, I succeeded for a month. Then, things changed. Supreme leader’s phrend DoLund (Two Dick) Tramp became El presidento of Yankee Land, or the real Viswaguru* country. The richest person in the world spent $290 million (about 2,500 crore rupees) to get his man in power. Not a bad purchase. MAGA, which should be MAWA (Make America White Again), won. The token Indian, Vivek, was thrown under the bus. He did say that Americans were stupid to their face.

Things have indeed changed. For instance, over the last decade, the middle-class and poor people around the world have come to the conclusion that businessmen should have first access to everything and should own politicians or be de facto rulers. Then, these businessmen magnanimously will let the milk and honey trickle down to them. You can see that in India too. Businessmen can get land at cheap prices, have airports for private use, get politicians to cut deals for them in other countries, etc. It’s even better for religious people (i.e. if you’re from the right religion)—they get everything for free.

It is democracy in action, with religion providing the special effects. Though we are not Viswaguru like the U.S. in terms of global leadership and power, there is one area where we can claim Viswaguru status. And, that is our form of democracy. Our unique “resort politics” was recently featured in New York Times. This is something we can export to “demo crazies” around the world. If DoLund had succeeded (he tried something similar) in doing this in 2020, he could have had two consecutive terms. Another thing is owning the judiciary. DoLund’s team has something called Project 2025, which aims, among other things, to fill up the government and judiciary with Christian conservatives. They should learn that also from India, where something similar has already been achieved. It is even better in India because the media is also entirely subservient. Will DoLund succeed in his endeavour to copy us?

Another thing we have learned recently was that empathy, on the whole, is overrated. Empathy is a sign of weakness. What people crave for are tough, strong pappa figures. When DoLund took charge recently, Mel Gibson said "It’s like daddy arrived and he’s taking his belt off”. This is true around the world. Daddies instilling discipline with their belts. In fact, this has been the norm in most Asian countries. Even the mommies who ruled had Daddies’ belts in their hands. Many Indians feel that the Indian daddy (supreme leader) should learn from daddies in China, the Middle East, and elsewhere as to how to use the belt efficiently to keep everyone in line. He is trying.

I remember two cousins, much elder to me, who used to run away from their home whenever their dad, a military man, came home on leave. The dad, so the story goes, will have his belt in his hand by the time he reaches his home from the railway station. Ready to whip the guys.

My dad, on the other hand, never really whipped us. That may be the reason I get these bunch of stupid thoughts. I was given a beating only twice. Once, maybe when I was about 10, for hitting my younger sis. I must have tapped her on the head or something and she screamed as if an asteroid hit her.

And then, in my early teens. For lying.

Dad: Where were you?

Me: At school.

Left jab, right hook, knockout. Disabled aunt jumps in between. Disabled aunt flies off to the sofa.

Dad: Where were you?

Me: Sreekumar Theatre.

Dad: Good. Don’t lie.

And that was it.

Couple of years later, when he asked something like this, we, my bro and I, were prepared and gave the proper answers.

Dad: Do you smoke?

Me & Bro: Yes.

I am digressing. Empathy, from what I gather, should be limited to a group you prefer and, of course, to the rich. For example, DoLund is getting rid of DEI, or Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion, which is a form of empathy. Instead, he is appointing people based on his own DEI policy—Dumb, Empty-headed, and Idiotic. He is also appointing his kids’ wives, ex-girlfriends, and in-laws as party chiefs, ambassadors, and stuff. As the saying goes, “Daddies with belts know the best”.

 

Samadhi Story

There was this news recently in Kerala about a person who did samadhi as per his sons and other family members. That reminded me of the time I thought my dad was thinking of samadhi. More than a decade ago, my dad was in the ICU in Trivandrum Medical College. I was sitting outside the ICU, when the doctor came out and called me. A soft-spoken, nice lady, she asked me if I was the son, and I nodded affirmatively. She said my dad was trying to pull off the tubes and stuff going into his body and was being difficult and wanted me to come and talk to him. So, I went in and talked to him. He said he didn’t want to lie around with tubes and stuff. “Let me go,” he said. I told him it was not possible and that he was being unreasonable towards the doctors and staff. He understood and let the tubes remain in place. He was an andolan jeevi (or, protestor, in current supreme leader’s words) all his life. He did andolan to kick out the king. He did andolan when the Bunch of Thoughts guy came to Trivandrum. He survived a deadly infection as a child, a stabbing (from behind) as a youth, was beaten to pulp by the police during one of his andolans for his fellow human beings, and survived many major operations. He wanted to die walking, and I could understand his desire to be not seen in such a helpless position. Anyway, he gave up his demand for samadhi and even managed to show a raised, clenched fist to two youths from his andolan group who had managed to sneak in. Fortunately for him, he passed away later that evening. Daddy without a belt. Daddy with empathy towards other human beings.

 

 

*Viswaguru: Reason US is Viswaguru: The supreme leader’s most preferred state in India is one of the largest sources of illegal migration to the US.