Mine is a kind of field trip into the realm of mind
To reopen the lines of transmission
Jammed over the years!
For many governments, currencies and countries
The decade of 1990s was a crucial crossing in life.
A series of currency crises went hand in hand
With feverish embrace of ‘Market’ elsewhere.
The rise of dollar, the fall of Asian tigers,
Birth bang of ‘Euro’ , the ailment of Europe,
Death of inflation, and demise of cycles in the U.S,
Japan sinking and sulking in perpetual Depression,
Are only a few samples of the nervous Nineties.
To me, and also to You and many elsewhere ,
It was like crossing a bridge
As sharp as a razor’s edge
Walking on it without being cut
Was really an art and science
I somehow managed it.
Travelling a vast stretch of time
Under muddled political water
Sweeping through academic corridors
I learnt the art of survival with self respect
Retaining my purity in the
Acadamic glass casket,
Practicing brutal honesty,
And still more brutal courage
And more and more savage violence
And love in teaching and writing.
The events of the past decade Just gone by
Are a mixture of both good and bad
But mostly, an incredibly a sad tale
The heightened jealousy over
My torrential academic output
Both in content and substance,
In Teaching and Writing,
The fear that it aroused,
The hatred that it kindled
All culminating into a series of wicked acts of
Conspiracy of silence, resulting in a crucial nexus
Of a few stupid Heads soaked in academic misery
And prolonged drought on publication side.
Yes, the text has been stained by tears and blood.
As Sun has the uniqness to destroy
Even as it regenerates life on Earth,
This text has a dual goal to usher in
A Creative destruction and bring
Sanity, peace and harmony
In the seats of Higher learning,
Inclusive of the corporate and I.T.Corridors
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