paperback philosopher

I met him on the street once. Old he was. I helped him cross the street. I asked him what he did in his spare time. He said he started his career as a ring master in circus.

‘The excitement of the scene, the meekness of the ferocious animal (who by the way would never hurt) yet the credulity of the audience.. they made an impression on me,’ he said while gesturing a motorbike to stop. He continued walking casually recounting his tale, I meanwhile stole a glance at the biker. ‘As I was saying’, he lingered, ‘That made an impression on me.. and I started writing quotations for newspapers. To my surprise they became popular. So I wrote on and on and then they collected it all and made a book out it.. see.’ He showed me the book.

By this time we had crossed the road. To be polite I read one or two and praised the content. It was a sweet little pocket book – the kind in which one gets Gita and Bible these days. He was almost gloating about it ‘I always thought I’m no good, Nothing,’ he mused, ‘but now look at this thing. I feel I’ve done my bit’. I asked him if he believed in God. He said he didn’t.

He asked me what I did. I said ‘Presently I’m trying hard to not become what I despise. Yet I end up not despising what I become.’ He looked bemused. ‘So,’ I continued, ‘I talk in paradoxes and write in metaphors, preach faith to apostate and doubt to believers.’

‘You astound me,’ he said somewhat taken aback. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I said, ‘Pressing his hands between mine. You don’t see Him but you see me, don’t you, flesh and blood. I’ve a better technique and wouldn’t be as conspicuous.’

PS: have to work on it a little more

2 thoughts on “paperback philosopher”

  1. Fiction attempt failed. Its not a well thought story.. as you can see, I was thinking it while writing. Guess plots don't work that way..

    It is pretty lame. Not fiction at all.

    Old man created something out of nothing and has a book of quotations – like God. He claims to be an atheist. So he has become what he despised. The take is on the author.

    I wanted to put a time travel and a sex change angle.. but that would have too much.

    So I gave a bizarre end and made the young person claim that she is God. So she says – Don't worry, I won't be conspicuous (new Gods are usually persecuted).

    See there you go.. the story has become what it despised – philosophy.

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