Lord of the land.

“Land does not belong to the peasants; land belongs to either God or the king.
And in this case the government is the king” or I would add, God as well.

Subhash Chakraborty, West Bengal’s minister for transport, declares this at a rally in Calcutta and to a private news channel later. He is a politburo member.
The comrade was speaking in reference to the Singur crisis.

A debate settled in the 15th century,more so ever revisited by Marx and now forgotten by the comrade.

Right wing and left wing merge here, I am not aware of the technical jargon. I am sure even Mr. Chakraborty is not aware of what he wants to say. But this time his mouth is where his heart is.
This is the heart of the leftist. Did we hear anything about the left being closer to the peasants?
The whole idea is to concentrate authority to act King or God.
They have nothing to offer to the masses, capitalize on the hatred for the capitalist.
Let the masses know that all ills and misfortune that they are lamenting against is because of capital that does lay with the rich and few.
How can each of the poor get rich is not a solution, but how to get all the rich to get poorer is the answer.
Well that’s on the face of it,
The larger plan is to threaten the capitalist to the extent of filling their own coffers.
Use capitalist greed to grant favors.
Use poor man desperation and ignorance to gather them in a collective silence or dumbness I should say, which they call a Voice

Venus the guiding star.

Those who assume hypotheses as first principles,
Of their speculations……. may form an ingenious romance,
But a romance it will still be.

-Roger Cotes,
Preface to Sir Isaac Newton’s
Principia Mathematica
Second edition, 1713

On a dark night, among the hills of the Himalayan Kingdom, when I look at the sky, I see a bright star, brightest among them all. My knowledge tells me it is not a star but a mere planet, as if derogatory.
Today it is not about knowledge; it’s about, believing in that one single bright spot on a canvass of absolute darkness.
Life at times looks like what I see this moment. Looking for a guiding star, hypnotizing to the effect of giving you a reason to carry on.
Fickle human mind at times needs a romance that is perhaps a hypothesis.
To tide over the storms in our minds, insecurities and apprehensions.
When the weather is conducive I will look for my pole star.
More poised and constant, maybe not so bright.

To my mind, the brightness is just for me,
That is the romance, for I have no way to confirm that,
And if there was a possibility to touch and see,
Perhaps, this would not have been as romantic.

Look down oh! Venus,
You have many, whom you are guiding as well.