On Pragmatism

And so it was an engagement ceremony where everyone had to smile or laugh or act phoney in their chosen ways.

And so much phoniness became quite heavy after some time.

Food was the only good thing.

And so he ate a little and to add to the burgeoning phoniness, he thought about the road.

This is the road.

A lot of sweat flows in some dark corner.

Planned or by mistake two chromosomes agree to coagulate and the mixture grows for approximately nine months.

One fine hour biochemistry, patience and pain pushes the newly formed creature out.

The sac gives way, the cord is cut and the creature smells the world.

Liquids dominate.

Sometimes white puke and sometimes yellow diarrhoea flood the place.

Then some gibberish, plain speech and language follow.

Bricks and mortar structures proclaiming themselves as schools are next in line.

Information gobble programmed with punctuated time bound pukes masquerade as education.

Some truths but mostly lies and then some more information gobble and a lot more punctuated time bound pukes at larger buildings with fancier tags like university mark the end of education.

The colour (commonly referred to as brands) of fancy tag buildings with regular puking hours decides the next set of encounters.

And now there is some suited booted horsing around which may be called as a job.

And then again the need to find some dark corner to sweat it out with someone else.

After all, the system must run as designed.

So there will be an engagement where people will be called to fool around, act phoney and pretend to be normal.

After all the society needs to sanction acts of sweating as well. So much for free will.

But Sisyphus thinks and intervenes.

Sisyphus decides to go on.

Sisyphus must go on.