Dear Reader,

I am disgusted with whatever is going on in Mumbai in the name of 26/11. So, here's something I wrote a while back. Every word here (like our national constitution) has been copied. Happily enough, this may be good copy. Every word in the following has appeared sometime somewhere in the 'Three Novels' written by Beckett.

Bombay Beckett

I wonder what my last words will be, written,
That the others may not endure
Where now? Who now? When now? Unquestioning
I say come climbing towards me; but do they ever do so?
In which case the question arises again as to which floor I am on;
There is nothing to be gained by my saying that I am in the basement
There are tiers of basement one on top of another
And when all is said and done
There is nothing more like a step that climbs than a step that descends
Or even paces to and fro forever on the same level

No longer do I talk of such things;
So I wonder If I should go on?
I should rather cut myself short;
And devote myself to some other form of distraction
Perhaps I shall call in all my possessions
Such as they are and take them to bed with me
I would hoist them up on the bed
In such a way as not to break the window or damage the ceiling;
I feel I am perhaps attributing to myself things I no longer posses and reporting as missing things that aren't missing
Perhaps I shall not have time to finish;
Perhaps I shall end too soon!
Would it not be better If I were simply to keep on saying da-da-dee-da-da-dee, for example;
while waiting to ascertain when I am going to be more sure of myself.

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Do let me know what you think!

Rave on!

Sincerely

Mayank