Date Night at Perch

 

The Storyteller : Delhi Date Diaries

 | Title : Date Night at Perch |

|Written By : Krayon  (Alias), #1  | Date Dairy : Khan Market,Delhi |

| Delhi Date Diary : Story #1 |

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(Begin)

It was a warm Saturday evening, just after the sun had simmered down giving way to the bluish silver twilight. I had out on my best fitting shirt – it was  light blue with  dark blue polka dots and fit my shoulders  really well, making me look broad at the top and a little more leaner than I actually am. Pairing it with khaki pants and my blue Stan Smiths- a pair I have fondly been wearing, almost everywhere since the last 3 years. I put on a strong musky fragrance – it was Pi by Givenchy. It had a very sensual feel to it so much so that it even burnt my skin a bit.

I informed at home that I was going out to meet some friends and I would be dining out – factually correct! except for the fact that I was actually heading out to meet a lady – someone who I had just interacted with on aisle (a dating app).

I stepped into my car and drove as fast as I could to reach her apartment. I fumbled with the map to figure out where she stayed, but at last I reached there. It was a busy place buzzing with people moving about – some returning from their evening walks and others just buying everyday groceries. The place had a very unwelcoming vibe to it, but what the hell! I was looking forward to a date.

My heart was racing, I had brushed my hair like ten times already, and finally I called her after having texted her a few minutes back. She sounded very feminine, had a certain playfulness and warmth in her voice. We made small chat as to where I was parked and how we would go about the evening.I decided on going by cab, as drinking and driving with a total stranger was too risky for our own good!  She took a great deal of time in finally coming out; meanwhile she had called me once to let me in on a safe spot to park ( ( ‘that’s cute’,  I thought). She called me to a side where our cab was waiting and finally I saw her for the first time. My heart skipped a beat and my prose started turning to poetry in those moments. ‘ Gosh! it was worth the wait ‘, I said to myself.

She was wearing a smart black skirt , the length of her knees (not too risque`, but engaging enough to keep me on toes and the glint in my eyes stayed alive.) .It had a red flowery pattern. She had paired this with a slit-sleeve black top and a set of black ,open-toe high heels.  She had painted her lips to the brighter shade of cherry,  sensually contrasted by the dark thick kohl in her eyes and wore her hair open for the sport of it. (they were extremely curly, I liked!). All in all, She was quite fair in appearance , looked gorgeous in any split second glimpse and was wearing a golden nose ring. (So feminine I thought!)  We exchanged glances and smiled at each other, we even shook hands (I think so). Boy did she smell nice! The fragrance she wore reminded me of a rather eventful night at Thailand ,where my college friends and I blew out wads of money on Russian strippers.

I wanted to open the door for her in the cab, but she was quite straight and went in from the other side ( There goes  to drain, the two day rehearsal on the niceties, LOL! 😛 . No No! I am kidding, … or am I? 😀 ) . We finally sat, sinked into back seat. It was a little cramped (thankfully) ,our legs almost touched each others’.  We struggled with the directions to head out to the main highway, turned out she wasn’t well versed with the roads as she didn’t drive and relied mostly on public conveyance. Finally after leading our cabbie to the right route, we broke into our conversation.

Initially it was about me, I answered all her questions – education, work, I covered it all (Like a fresh graduate, LoL! ). Finally I did some probing, found out she’s an Air Force kid, an MBA herself, someone who had sacrificed her education and career for her family more than once. I instantly liked her! (I and liking girls was nothing new, there was a time I could like a girl just crossing the road, but I have aged a bit over the years. Liking women doesn’t come that easy, moreover I don’t see that many women in my life anyways, such are  my stupid boy like troubles) In the midst of this, the cabbie threw in his business idea (Like Mr. great timing, pun intended !) and made some awkward one sided conversation. After trying to be polite, I had to cut him off and started again,climb ing back in my conversations with the pretty lady.

As we reached our destination, I asked the cabbie to stop around the corner at Khan Market. As I opened my wallet and asked the cabbie how much we owed him, she promptly threw in a crisp 500 Rs Bill at him, not giving me a chance to even share the fare. (A lady who insists on paying? – perhaps I have been reading too many memes on 9gag and Instagram).

We stepped out and walked a bit towards Perch. I had never been there (let alone with a lady) , so I propped out my phone and looked the place up on maps. It was barely 150 m away, I led her on and we finally entered the place. Typical staircase entry with yellow ambient lighting and Air conditioning on full blast!

Being the gentleman that I am thought to be, I let her in first. I followed her as she climbed up.   (Great view I thought! And then instantly felt ashamed for having such stupid thoughts) I looked away (What?! … yeah happens to the best of us man!). The first floor had a few tables, families, women with sharp noses and white hair made up most of the crowd. I asked them if they had seating on the upper floor (Which place in Khan Market doesn’t?) and they did (big surprise). Climbed up again (didn’t even glance at the *ahem view). The second floor had boys and girls ogling each other, (and the boys ogling every other lady in the room, like routine stuff). We got a corner seat uncomfortably close to another couple on our side, but they minded their own business as I did mine.

The waiter brought in the menu cards, the wine and coffee line up is to die for (said someone on Zomato). Well ,I wanted wine , I asked her what she wanted and she tossed in a story on how she had come last time with some ‘friends’ and had ordered some wine ( So interesting…yawn,yawn). She was more of a red wine person (In this freaking summer?!) and so a bottle of imported red wine it was.  We ordered some finger food to go with.

Our conversation was like water flowing in a spring. Pure, continuous and rich in content. We had hit it off just like that. Her sparkly eyes, her red lips, even skin tone, that nose ring and those dark curly hair enticed me just like everything too colorful and beautiful in nature does to attract prey.  And boy I was enticed alright.

A few glasses and fun conversation later, our bottle ran dry. We called in for a pitcher of their Sangria (Let it rain). The couple on our side made way for another, a slim lady with a burly man with a thick stubble stepped in. They had little to talk and looked here and there. They eavesdropped on us shamelessly and even looked at us a couple of times ( I couldn’t care less, I was engrossed with my date). We made jokes on the couple right next to us, we even discussed our fantasies and fetishes. While all this was going on, I touched her nose ring and held her hand.

We sat on the table holding hands. (How romantic …. and socially inappropriate). Finally our bladders spoke too (together in sync like literally). We walked to the washroom, I held her hand. They were occupied (As usual), I slid my hand around her waist as we waited for it to get vacant (We found love in a hopeless place, remember Rihanna?).  While latching the loo, I cut my finger at the latch, it was just too sharp. After peeing to my heart’s content, I washed my bloody hands and checked myself in the mirror (I looked a little pink but my hairline was still thin …. The alcohol was not working that well today… but I felt grossly content and confident).

I made my way back to the table and sucked in the remaining bit of sangria from my glass, pouring myself another before she came back (Women need longer…. They touch up their makeup, call friends, and get out their pepper spray?).

Finally she came back; we reached the bottom of that pitcher quite fast and called for the cheque. It was past midnight! And man was I buzzed!!

We fumbled our way down the 2 stories of stairs. Walked around the isolated market (What a buzz kill). I had my hand around her waist the whole time we walked (fumbled) around the market. Her waist felt soft and warm, it was one the nicest things I had held in a while. We had a warm congenial walk in the market (drunk men, drivers, shopkeepers, etc. staring at us) finally we hailed a cab.

The drive was quick; we discussed how fun the evening was (I think), and finally we got out near her house. She tactfully told me stay away from the main gate as the watchman had a roving eye (I was to find out why in the coming weeks). We bid each other a brief goodbye, no hugs, no kisses …. Just sparkly eyes (little bloodshot too) looking at each other. Man I wanted to kiss her so bad! How nice it would be kiss her and feel her lush red lips against mine! I wanted to swerve her to a side and plant a wet deep kiss to her (forgetting about the alcohol and garlic breath).

But it was not meant to be. I saw her off, she walked clumsily through the main gate and then on to her house (wherever it was).

I got in to my car and drove past the gate … leaving some dry leaves flying in a swirl.

With my hands cold, heart warm and head dizzy I reached home. I peeled out my shirt and pants, got in to my red polka dotted boxers and hit the bed. But sleep was not to come by so easy. I thought about how splendid the evening was and how we spent close to six freaking hours together! (I can’t usually stand people that long). Finally sleep hit me; I had  vivid wine fueled dreams and an unfading smile, running with some mild dehydration through me.

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The diary of shaheed bhagat singh (excerpt) – part 3 of 3

below are my compiled favorite lines,quotes, widom from the diary of great martyr shaheed bhagat singh i divided it into two parts,hope you will find wisdom among the pages of this great young man..

after going through it,i compiled below some of the content that was utmost appealin to me,you may go through the original page and compile your own version.here is content quoted from different authors,scholars,poets & some written by  bhagat singh durin his time in prison,the diary was later retrieved and compiled for public view.the work written and compiled reflects his knowledge on socialism,politics,history, and a wide variety of subjects,however nvertheless goin through this page i would recommend one intersted to self read the whole diary which is about 80 pages, filled with brilliance & pure abstract knowledge

 

Page 69 Aim of communists

: —” The communists disdain to conceal their views and aim. They openly declarethat their ends can be attained only by the forcible overthrow of all existing socialconditions. Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communist revolution. Theproletarians have nothing to loose but their chains. They have a world to winWorkingmen of all countries , unite

 

Voice of the People

:—–The Goverment we know have all ruled , in the main, by indifference of people;they have always been govt of a minority of this or that fraction of

the countrywhich is politically conscious. But when the gaint wakes , he will have his way ,and all that matters to the world is whether he will wake in time

 

 

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” It so often happens.” wrote Lenin in July 1917, ” that when events take asudden turn, even an advanced party cannot adapt itself for some time to thenew coditions. It goes on repeating yesterdays watch words which under the

new circumstances have become empty of meaning and which have lostmeaning unexpectedly , just in proportion as the change of in events has

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been unexpected. “Lesson of October P17

 

 

 

 

Tactics and Strategy

: ——-In politics as in war , tactics means the art of conducting isolated operations ;strategy means the art of victory , that is the actual seizure of power.P 18: 0 :

Propoganda and Action

:—-And it is an extremely sudden change, when the party of Proletriat passes fromprepration , from propaganda and organisation and agitation to an actual strugglefor power and an actual insurrection against bougeoisie . Those in the party whoare irresolute or sceptical , or compromising, or cowardly ….. oppose theinsurrection, they look for theortical arguments to justify their opposition, and theyfind them all ready made , among their opponents of yesterday.Trotsky p 19

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” It is necessary to direct ourselves, not by old formulas but by new realities.”Lenin p25He always fought for the future against the past.p41—————————————————–But a moment comes when the habit of thinking that the enemy is strongestbecomes main obstacle to victotry.Trotsky p 48…… But in such circumstances not every party will have its Lenin…….. What does it means to loose the moment?

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All the art of tactics consists in this to to match the moment when thecombination of circumstances is most favourable……( Circumstances had produced the combination and Lenin said ) The crisis mustbe settled in one way or another ” Now or never” repeated Lenin.

 

 

 

Opportune Moment

: —–Time is an important factor in politics. It is thousand times more so in war andrevolution. Things can be done today that cannot be done tomorrow. To raise inarms to defeat the enemy , to seize power, may be possible today and tomorrowmay be impossible. But, you will say , to seize power means changing the courseof history; is it possible that such a thing can depend on a delay of 24 hours?Even so, when it comes to an armed insurrection, events are not measured bylong yards of politics but by short yards of war. To lose a few weeks , a fewdays , sometimes even one day , may mean giving up the revolution , may meancapitulation.Political cunning is always dangerous , especially in a revolution . You maydeceive the enemy, but you may confuse the masses who are following you.

 

 

The inefficient Leader

: —…….. There are two kinds of leaders who incline to drag the party back at themoment when it should go fastest. One kind also tends to see over whelmingdifficulties and obstacles in the way of revolution and looks at them —–consciously or unconsciously — with the desire of avoiding them. They alter Marxism into a system for explaining why revolutionary action is impossible.The other kind are mere superficial agitators. They see never any obstacle untillthey can break their heads against them. They think they can avoid realdifficulties by floods of oratory. They look at every thing with supreme optimism ,and , naturally change right over when something has actually to be done.

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The diary of shaheed bhagat singh (excerpt) – part 2 of 3

below are my compiled favorite lines,quotes, widom from the diary of great martyr shaheed bhagat singh i divided it into two parts,hope you will find wisdom among the pages of this great young man..

after going through it,i compiled below some of the content that was utmost appealin to me,you may go through the original page and compile your own version.here is content quoted from different authors,scholars,poets & some written by  bhagat singh durin his time in prison,the diary was later retrieved and compiled for public view.the work written and compiled reflects his knowledge on socialism,politics,history, and a wide variety of subjects,however nvertheless goin through this page i would recommend one intersted to self read the whole diary which is about 80 pages, filled with brilliance & pure abstract knowledge.

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continued from last page:——Religion is the sigh of oppressed creature the feelings of a heartless world just asit is the spirit of inspiritual conditions. ” It is the opium of the people”The people cannot be really happy untill it has been deprived of illusory happinesby the abolition of religion. The demand that the people should shake itself freeof illusion as to its own condition is the demand that it should abondon acondition which needs illusionThe weapon of criticism cannot replace the critiism of weapons. Physical forcemust be overthrown by physical force as soon as it takes possesion of themasses

Page 46Democracy

: —-Democracy is theoratically a system of political and legal equality . But inconcrete and practical operation it is false, for there can be no equality , not evenin politics and before the law , so long as there is glaring in equality in economicpower. So long as the ruling class owns the workers jobs and the press

andthe schools of country and all organs for the moulding and expression of publicopinion; so long as it monopolise all trained public functionaries and disposes of unlimited funds to influence elections , so long as the laws are made by rulingclass and the courts are presided over by members of that class, so long as

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lawyers are private practitioners who sell their skill to the heighest bidder andlitigation is technical and costly , so long will the nominal equality before the lawbe a hollow mackery.In a capitalist regime the whole machinary of democracy operates to keep theruling class monority in power thrugh the sufferage of working class majority, andwhen the bourgeois goverment feels itself endangered by democratic institutions,such institutions re often crushed without compunction.[ p 58][ From Marx to Lenin ][ by Morris Hillquit ]Democracy does not secure ” equal rights and a share in all political rights for every body , to what ever class or party he may belong ” (Kautsky) It only allowsfree political and legel play .For the existing economic inequalities ………….Democracy under capitalism is thus not general, abstract democracy but specificbourgeois democracy ………. or as Lenin terms it ————- democracy for bourgeois

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” Term ”

Revolution

” defined ” :—-” The conception of revolution is not to be treated in the police interpretation of term , in the sense of an armed rising. A party would be mad that would choosethe method of insurrection on principle so long as it has at its disposal different ,less costly , and safer methods of action. In that sense , social democracy wasnever revolutioanry on principle . It is only in the sense that it recognises thatwhen it attains political power, it cannot employ it for any other than the abolitionof the mode of production upon which thw present system rests. “” Karl Kautsky

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Internationale

Arise, ye prisoners of starvation !Arise ye wretched on earth ,To justice thunders condemnation,A better worlds in birth

.No more traditions chain shall bind us,

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Arise ye slaves ! no more in thrall !The earth shall rise on new foundation ,we have been naught we be all[refrain]it is like final conflict ,Let earth stand on his place,The international party ,Shall be the human race.———————————Behold them seated in their glory,The kings of mine and rail and soil,When would you read in all their story,But how they plundered toil?

Fruits of peoples work are buried,In the strong coffers of a few,In voting for their restitution,The men will ask only for their due,[ same Refrain ]Toilers from shops and fields united ,The party we of all who work,The earth belongs to us, the people,No room here for the shirk,

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How many on our flesh have fattened?But if the noise some birds of pray ,Shall vanish from our sky some morning ,The blessed sunlight still will stay.

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Marseillaise

Ye sons of toil ,awake to glory !Hark , hark , what myraids bid you rise,Your children, wives and grand sires hoary,Behold their tears and hear their cries,Shall hateful tyrants mischief breeding,With hireling hosts , aruffian band –,Affright and desolute the landWhile peace and liberty lie bleeding ?[ chorus]To arms , To arms ! Ye brave!The avenging sword unsheatheMarch on , march on , all hearts resolved,On Victory or death. With luxury and pride unsounded,

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The vile insatiate despots dare,Their thirst for gold and power unboundedTo meet and vend the light and air;Like beasts of burden would they load us,Like gods would bid their slaves adore,But man is man and who is more ?Then shall they longer last and goad us ?[ The same chorus again ]Oh liberty ! Can man resign thee,Once having felt thy generous flame ?Can dungeons bolts and bars confine thee ,Or whips thy noble spirit tame ?Too long the world has wept bewailing ,The falsehood daggers tyrants wield;But freedom is our sword and shield,And all their arts are unavailing ?[Same Chorus again]

Revolutionary Dictatorship

:—Revolution is an act in which one section of the population imposes its will uponthe other by rifles, bayonets , guns and other such exceedingly authoritarianmeans. And the party which has won is necessarily compelled to maintain its ruleby means of that fear which in arms inspire in the reactionaries. If the Communeof Paris had not relied upon the armed people as against bourgeoisie , would ithave maintained it self more than twenty- four hours? Are we not, in contrary, justified in reproaching the commune for having employed this authority toolittle ?”F.Engles: 0 :

Bourgeoisie Democracy

: —Bourgeoisie Democracy while constituting a great historical advance incomparison with feudalism nevertheless remains and cannot but remain , a verylimited , a very hypocritical institution , a paradise for the rich and a trap and adelusion for the exploited and for the poor

The impatient Idealist

:—–The impatient idealist — and without some impatience a man hardly prove effective — is almost sure to be led into hatered by the opposition, and disappointments which he encounters in his Endeavour to bring happiness to the world.

betrand russell

Arbitrariness

:–Kautsky had written a booklet with the title “Proletariate Dictatorship” and haddeplored the act of Bolsheviks in depriving the burgeoisie people from right to vote. Lenin writes in his “Proletarian Revolution ” : — P 77Arbitariness ! Only think what a depth of meanest subserviency to bourgeoisie and of the most idiotic pedantry is contained in such a reproach , when thoroughly

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bourgeios and for the most part even reactionaries jurists of capitalist countrieshave in the course of , we may almost say , centuries , been drawing up rulesand regulations and writing up hundreds of volumes of various codes and laws ,and of interpretations of them to oppress the workers , to bind hand and foot (of)the poor men , and to place a hundred and one hindrances and obstacles in the way of the simple and toiling masses of people — when this isdone , the bourgeois Liberals and Mr. Kautsky can see no “arbitrariness”! It is allLaw and Order ! It has all been thought out and written down, how the poor manis to be kept dwn and squeezed. There are thousands and thousands of bourgeois lawyers and officials able to interpret the laws that the workers andaverage peasent can never break through their barbed wire entanglements. Thisof course ,is not a dictatorship of the filthy or profit-seeking exploiters who are drinking the blood of the people. Oh it is nothing of the kind! It is pure

democracy which is becomin

g purer

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and purer everyday. But whenthe toiling and exploited masses for the first time in history seprated byImperialist War from their brothers across the frontier, have constructed their Soviets, have summoned to the workers of political constrution , the classeswhich the bourgeois used to oppress and to stupefy, and begun themselves tobuild up a new proletarian State, begun in the midest of raging battles ,in the fireof Civil War, to lay down the fundamental principles of “a State without exploiters”, then all the scoundrals of the bourgeoisie , the entire band of blood suckers,with Kautsky, singing obliger to scream about arbitariness!

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The diary of shaheed bhagat singh (excerpt) – part 1 of 3

below are my compiled favorite lines,quotes, widom from the diary of great martyr shaheed bhagat singh i divided it into two parts,hope you will find wisdom among the pages of this great young man..

after going through it,i compiled below some of the content that was utmost appealin to me,you may go through the original page and compile your own version.here is content quoted from different authors,scholars,poets & some written by  bhagat singh durin his time in prison,the diary was later retrieved and compiled for public view.the work written and compiled reflects his knowledge on socialism,politics,history, and a wide variety of subjects,however nvertheless goin through this page i would recommend one intersted to self read the whole diary which is about 80 pages, filled with brilliance & pure abstract knowledge.

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Full many a gem of purest ray serene,The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;Full many a flower is harm to blush unseenAnd waste it sweetness on the desert air.

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Not a grave of the murdered for freedom ,but grows seed for freedom , in its turn to beer seed,Which the wind carry afar and re-sow , and therains and the snows nourish .Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,

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But it stalks invincibily over the earth , whispring, counselling cautioning

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New Gospel” Society can overlook murder , adultry or swindling; it never forgives thepreaching of a new gospel.

immorality of soul : -For you know if you can once get a man beleiving in immorality there is nothingmore left for you to desire ; you can take everything in the world he owns – youcan skin him alive if you please – and he will bear it with perfect good humour.

God Tyrants-A tyrant must put on the appearence of uncommon devotion to religion.Subjectsare less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider God -fearing and pious. On the other hand , they do less easily move against him ,beleiving that he has the gods on his side.

Prison-

There were no stars , no earth , no time ,No check , no change , no good , no crime,

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But silence , and a stirless breath,Which neithr was of life nor death.[ The Prisoner of Chillon

After Conviction-

During the moments which immediatly follow upon his sentence , the mind of thecondemned in many respects resembles that of aman on the point of death.Quiet and as if inspired he no longer clings to what he is about to leave , butfirmly looks in front of him, fully conscious of the fact that what is coming isinevitable.[ V N Figner

The Prisoner-

It is a suffocating under the low dirty roof;My strength grows weaker year by year :They oppress me , this stormy floor,This iron chained table ,This bed of steel , this chair , chainedTo the walls , like boards of grave .In this eternal dumb , deep silenceOne can only consider oneself a corpse.” N . A . Morozov”

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No Enemies?You have no enemies you say ?Alas! my friend the boast is poor;He who has mingled in the frayof duty , that the brave endure,

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Must have made foes! If you have none,small is the work you have done.You ve hit no traitor on the hip

,You ve dashed no cup from perjured lip

,You ve never turned the wrong to right

,You ve been a coward in the fight

.[ Charles Mackey 747 ] {ed. now cry for justice 493(1996)

Child Labour-

No fledgling feeds the father bird !No chiken feeds the hen,No kitten mouses for the cat -This glory is for men.We are the Wisest , Strongest Race -Loud may our praise be sung !The only animal aliveThat lives upon its young ![ Charlotte Perkins Gilman ] { now C F J p442}

Capitalism and Commercialism :—-

Rabinder Naths adress to an assembly of Japanese students :–

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” You had your own industry in Japan ; how scrupulously honest and true it was,you can see by its products – by their grace and strength , their conscientiousness in details where they can hardly be observed . But the tidalwave of falsehood has swept over your land from that part of the world wherebusiness is business and honesty is followed merely as the best policy. Have younever felt shame when you see the trade advertisements , not only plastering thewhole town with lies and exaggerations, but invading the green fields , where thepeasents do their honest labour, and to hilltops which greet the first light of themorning?….. This commercialism with its barbarity of ugly decorations is aterrible menance to all humanity , because it is setting up the ideal of power over perfection . It is making the cult of self seekig exult in its nakedshamelessness……………..

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… Its movements are violent , its noise is discardently loud. It is carryingits own damnation because it is trampling into distortion. The humanity uponwhich it stands .It is strenously turning out the money at the cost of happiness……… The vital ambition of the present civilization of Europe is to havethe exclusive possesion of devil.

Karl Marx on Religion :——

Man makes religion ; religion does not make man. Religion , indeed, is the self consciousness and the self feeling of man who either has not yet found himself or else ( have found himself) has lost himself once more. But men is not anabstract being squatting down somewhere outside the world . Man is the world of men , the state , society. This state ,this society produces religion, produces aperverted world consciousness, because they are a perverted world. Religion isthe generalised theory of this world its encylopaedic compend , its logic in apopular form ……….. The fight against religion is, therefore a direct compaignagainst the world whose spiritual aroma is religion