What a sacroscrotilogenous and idiopatheticorniphrastic election result!
It's incredularious and unacceptabilioso to the point of confududilinarianism.
Dateline: January 2010, India
Some dear friends of ours from Delhi we have known for many years invited my wife and I to stay with them. During our visit there, I met a retired general from the Indian army
He was an uncle of one of our friends: a distinguished-looking man with a wealth of stories, a bushy grey beard and an impish sense of humour. This former military figure told me a tale of being posted some years previously to the Ladakh region of India by Pangong Lake (the local name meaning long enchanted lake) on the northern frontier with China as commanding officer (CO) of a contingent of soldiers on border guard duty in this far-away place
This elderly army man described the dramatic landscape he and his men found themselves in surrounded by high mountains and rocky ground. There were no signs of civilisation for many miles where the men were planning to set up camp save for a small roofed dwelling in their midst. It was unlived in, empty, abandoned
The junior officers suggested the general should take this one isolated building as his residence for his comfort to reflect his high rank – the rest of the rank and file would be happy to sleep in their tents but the CO declined
Instead, he proposed that this small building should be used as a divine place of worship and he too would sleep with his men under canvas
While his junior officers welcomed his proposal they politely reminded him that there might be a problem with his suggestion: among all the personnel serving in this group, there were Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs and Christians – how could they share this building at prayer? It seemed out of the question with four religions sharing the same space and all under the same roof. It had never been done before
“No problem,” said the practically-minded general unfazed by this apparent impasse when he gathered his subalterns around him to give them guidance in how to use this isolated house as a proposed shared place of worship. Following him they all trooped inside and with confident gestures the general responded to their hesitancy. “In this corner, we will have the Hindus” as he indicated one corner of the interior. He turned saying “And in this adjoining corner, we will have the Muslims praying.” His officers exchanged puzzled glances but the CO carried on unhindered by these received ideas turning around to point out the other two corners which would be occupied by the Sikhs and Christians respectively
At this point, the junior officers overcame their understandable reticence in not wishing to appear insubordinate to their CO as they felt that this was pushing social cohesion among the troops too far given the unhappy and bloody history of religions occupying the same space and they made their feelings plainly known. Much discussion ensued. Well-articulated stumbling blocks were raised
The general listened patiently to what they had to say. He demonstrated sympathy to the many points of view expressed. Then, calmly but firmly he overruled their stoutly-voiced objections and his command was put into effect. The dwelling was modified to accommodate these four persuasions and holy books of the faithful and other necessary holy accoutrements were gathered in the four corners assigned to each belief and all preparations were carefully rendered sensitive to each tradition
Life carried on in this army base camp in this beautiful but remote mountainous region
A few days later, the general visited this unique place of worship where two thirds of the nearby enormous Pangong Lake lies within China and the remainder of this stretch of water is Indian territory. The CO went into the small house and he observed that some of the soldiers were inside utilising each of the four corners assigned to their respective religions and all praying simultaneously
All was well, there was harmony. The general confessed he was moved at the display of unity as he joined his fellow men under the roof of this special place
And so it came to pass that I was told a story about a house of peace high in the Karakorum of India
(First appeared on Red Room website, Dec. 2013)
Westminster Bridge
hailed by Wordsworth
‘a sight so touching’
but death
is still death.
Smiling, carefree
tourists
crossing the Thames
but death
is still death.
A big car
driven
on a footpath.
People
mown down
with bitterness
but death
is still death.
Low-tech
assassin,
they said.
Blood and pain
casting out
everydayness and joy.
Human beings
just living
are become bodies
as death
is still death.
A Spanish woman
won’t rejoin
her family.
An American man
can’t embrace
his wife
as death
is still death.
A British policeman
protecting
our essential goodness.
An Englishman
struck down
‘cos he was there.
A Romanian woman
unable to accept
her partner’s proposal
as death
is still death.
Brave souls
outfacing
this heinous crime
Giving aid
to the fallen
the injured and the dying
as death
is still death.
Wickedness
may set us back
awhile,
but evil
like this:
‘Thou shalt DIE!’
As death
is still death.
And lo,
out of this tragedy,
our oneness
outshines this suffering
as we rage
against the darkness.
The majesty
of London is restored,
and our desire to
go on living
in harmony
will triumph
over division,
as LIFE
is still LIFE.
A poem, in memoriam,
by
Nicholas Mackey
Thursday 13th April 2017
Does a city have an ebb and flow like that of the sea?
Do the movements of people and traffic in an urban space mimic that of the tidal advance and retreat?
How does it feel when you have to navigate a strange town without your bearings as if trying to find your way in uncharted waters?
Or, possibly the sea can join together a city split between east and west.
Maybe the sea can act as a balm to troubled souls.
Or, perhaps the sea can wash away the sins of the world.
Does the sea have an ebb and flow like that of the city?
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