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Job II


Exodus
Like a sailor seeing the shore disappears, Job watches the past recede, reduced to the ashes of memory.
Job lives in the memory of classic London, romantic Paris and Aesthetic Spain. Aesthetical glory of Europe, he is romancing, makes him envious of fortunate life of lives in Europe, caressed by the zephyr that carries the memories of the prosperous times; following the trails of legends walked away in search of arts, beauty, death, eternity, faith and fate, god, heaven and hope, humanity, imperfection, knowledge, love and life; language and letters, nakedness of truth, perfection, resurrection and restoration; renaissance and revival; revolution and recreation, soul and self, truth and time, uniqueness, vitality, and words; celebrating eyes with the hue and life-like sculptures of masterminds gifted for the generations to come; history which recalls the memories and events of times passed them by… makes him fall in love with  the soul and beauty of England, France, Spain, Greece, Rome, Italy- lands he travelled through in his Arts and Aesthetics class rooms of university
True man in nature and action, Job is a bit of every man. Born on October 2nd, a Sunday morning, he was pushed off from his mother’s womb, cradle of life, with an assigned duty of living his life by celebrating the beautiful absurdities of life. Living in Kerala, southern state of magnificent India, he dreams of a day when he would make his maiden kiss on the earth of Paris. He loves Spain for some reason that he doesn’t know yet, but he romanticizes his dreams in Spain. “O god, when I die please be kind to bury me in the earth of my Spain, where I always wanted to live and die with my Spanish Love. God, please help me to migrate to my Spain.” He prays all night the same lines and keep cherishing his Spanish dreams and Love.
“God, when I die, please cremate me first and take the dust of mine for a very secret ritual which I have designed particularly for me. First of all, coalesce my dust in the water of Thames; feast it with the winds of romantic Paris and finally, let the earth of Italy swallow it. For, I may become her everlasting love in my next birth, falling in love with my delectable maiden’s glory and beauty.” Reveries are agents of solace and contentment for him in the life of a nocturnal glory of being nothing. Creation of fictional worlds within the vast space of his imaginative horizon, he is the king of his world- a fusion of sanity and insanity; fiction and reality; dream and reveries; love and lust; theories and philosophies; responsibilities and irresponsibility. 
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