Why Write?

Someone asked himself.
Why do I Write?
Why Do I?
Why do?
Why?
Why
.........
Why Why Is not a Question. Because Why is an illegitimate and unwanted baby that takes birth within the Human Mind.

It is born to a father and not to a mother. And Human Mind is a Father not by Gender but by the very act of being seduced into indulgence with that that can't be localised, embodied & quantified. It does seem to contact and enter something. And as Human Mind enters the Mystery, at the same moment, some-thing-one enters the Human Mind. It is ecstatic, orgasmic & addictive.

The Child Why is conceived.

It sure is illegitimate because we all know of the father Mind that makes Love, but to who and what we don't. The human Mind conceives and this is the problem. 

‘Why’ remains unwanted because it turns out to be the biggest problem for the Collective Human Mind.  All tricks fail to tame it. Religion failed. Science failed. Spirituality failed too. The more one tries to tame it the more unruly it turns.

Busy, Distracted and Know a lot -  is the new age therapy. It keeps one sedated.

Stay sedated. Religion, Science, or Booze. It  doesn't really matter. Although The side-effect is Mental Impotence yet it is not considered as serious a problem as Physical impotence. It is no longer a stigma. The world today celebrates Impotent Inflated Minds in Steroid-crafted Bodies designed to live, last & serve longer.

‘Hard Fuck’ is the new Love and True Love is the new (Mind) Fuck. Soon Hard metal-fibre machines shall outrun the humans, even in the act of hard fuck. Impotence of the body remains a stigma and that of the Mind is celebrated as character.  Impotent Mind is compliant and hence convenient. 

That one may not suffer from low Self-esteem because of Mental Impotence. Human Mind is Artificially Inseminated by Genetically Modified Knowledge by using devices: Schools, TV, Mobile, Internet. After Artificial Insemination one can Display Mental Potency, feel good & even display a 'Why' that doesn't bother much and goes to sleep on command.

I prefer natural. So I write. Or rather writing happens. I love making love with the secret, the seductive and the serendipitous unknown lover every now and then. I must confess I am addicted to my one-write stands with Life.

She leaves me pregnant with a child to play with; Why!

And I write….​

Dr. Maruti Sharma