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Ashok Sharda

As such, I have no introduction. I have a name which speaks nothing of me. How can this name with a family tag identify me when it took me years just to identify with a miniscule part of me? Yes, after providing some energy sources to this ‘self’, I can claim that I am my ‘Intending Self’- a self who ‘intends’- a self who isn’t any Tom, Dick or Mary. He is an inquisitor, a rebel, a keen observer. Those who know me by my name or face, claim they know me. But when I look through them I find an image of a person who isn’t me. Once I witnessed a verbRead More...

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Divine Justice

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In Divine Justice, the author has ventured to ‘see’ and evaluate justice system in the frame work of the ‘laws’ beyond space and time. His ‘seeing’ transcends all written laws- scribered or statute, applicable to various regions in different times and presents a scene in which human looks absolutely hapless defending a trial initiated against him with a predetermined judgment. The hero, arrested and detained, struggles to find his way out of the process of law, in his endeavour to find acquittal. He can sense the long tentacles of the law reaching for him. His interactions with various jail inmates, followed by a counsellor show him no ‘way’ that will enlighten his path for a permanent acquittal. Eventually, he finds a possibility of a ‘way’ to jump the invisible high walls of the infinite jail from a mysterious character known as ‘invisible man’. But it’s too late by now because his day of judgment has arrived. He is fated to die like a dog, a fate no different than K’s, the hero of Kafka’s Trial.

‘A’, the ill-fated hero questions the very invincibility of the law, the choice-less-ness in each happening or unhappening that affects his life. Desperate, he cries out at one point: ‘how can I break a law when the laws allows me no cushioning to break any law, when law determines where I am and what I am doing at any given point of time, when desires, commanded by laws, rises from the pit of my core and commands me…when my hands are not my hands, my legs are not my legs….Why should I be punished for a happening when I had no conscious choice in this happening?’

At some other place he argues: ‘it’s hard to accept the laws of the jail once you become aware of the horror of your situation in the wake of the realization you are in jail.’

Authors is conscious of individualistic approach to issues confronting the mankind, He speaks out in no uncertain words through the mouth of yet another co-accused: ‘I know I spoke profanity. In the kind of turmoil, I am do you think I really care. Two hoots for this creation.’

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As such, I have no introduction. I have a name which speaks nothing of me.
How can this name with a family tag identify me when it took me years just to identify with a miniscule part of me? Yes, after providing some energy sources to this ‘self’, I can claim that I am my ‘Intending Self’- a self who ‘intends’- a self who isn’t any Tom, Dick or Mary. He is an inquisitor, a rebel, a keen observer.
Those who know me by my name or face, claim they know me. But when I look through them I find an image of a person who isn’t me. Once I witnessed a verbal duel between two of my close friends. One of them said I was B; the other disputed his claim saying I am C. I tried to interfere, insisting – I am A. Incidentally, the fight wasn’t actually about establishing my identity but who was right. I was of no use in this battle as I refused to ratify either friend.
Who am I?
It’s an age-old question. In the past, the human populace identified with some unknown omnipotent which they claimed to know. Several stories were constructed and float about in the collective consciousness for anyone to believe or disbelieve. Normally, one has a choice here, but when it comes to the stories that shape the form, it’s the common belief system which determine one’s choice of the omnipresent. Many Gods have died in the course of history for want of identifiers. There is a long list.
A friend once asked me – ‘who am I?’ She seemed genuinely inquisitive in her search. In response I asked her – ‘who is the questioner?
She understood.

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