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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