Monday, April 27, 2026

 

The Great Forgetting: Reclaiming the Sunken Chronology of the Global South

For centuries, a singular, linear narrative has been forced upon the world—a story that civilization began in a "cradle" convenient for Western maps, moving westward toward an eventual European peak. But beneath the silt of the Indian Ocean and within the ancient pulse of Vedic philosophy, a different truth has always existed. It is a truth that is circular, ancient, and indifferent to the gatekeeping of a "modern" world that is, in reality, a petulant latecomer to the stage of history.

To the four billion people of the Global South: the time for seeking "validation" is over. We are not discovering a "new" history; we are finally remembering the one that was there all along.


The Cyclic Pulse: Time as a Circle, Not a Line

While Western science struggles to reconcile the "sudden" appearance of mega-cities, the Indian belief system has never been surprised by deep time. In our worldview, life and time are not a straight line heading toward a "finish line"; they are a Cyclic Pulse.

The concept of the Yugas teaches us that civilizations rise, peak, and dissolve in a cosmic rhythm. What Westerners call "pre-history" is simply the forgotten peak of a previous cycle. The melting of the glaciers 11,600 years ago was not the "start" of human progress—it was the Pralaya, the great dissolution that submerged the maritime empires of our ancestors.

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The "Mountain of Evidence" and the Architecture of Bias

The most persistent tool of subversion used by Western academia is the evidentiary double standard. This is not a "neutral" scientific process; it is a defensive wall.

Consider the facts:

  • The European Double Standard: In 1995, wooden spears were found in Schöningen, Germany. Despite being just sharpened sticks, they were immediately heralded by the Western press as "proof" of sophisticated technological behavior 300,000 years ago. In contrast, when massive granite wharves and geometric structures are found 40 meters underwater off Poombuhar, they are dismissed as "natural formations" or "medieval ballast."

  • The Clovis Barrier: For decades, US archaeologists enforced the "Clovis First" doctrine, viciously attacking any scientist who found evidence of humans in the Americas before 13,000 years ago. They suppressed their own history to maintain a neat timeline. If they do this to their own soil, imagine the level of subversion applied to the Global South.

  • The "Absence of Evidence" Fallacy: Westerners demand "organic carbon dating" for stone structures under the sea, knowing full well that wood and bone rot in saltwater within centuries. They use the absence of rot-prone material to deny the presence of massive stone engineering—an intellectual dishonesty designed to keep the Global South "primitive" in the history books.

  • Marathousa 1 (Greece): Recently, a single "clearly humanly modified" wooden tool and one "likely" tool were used to claim sophisticated technological engagement 400,000 years ago. While significant, the leap from a single wooden fragment to a "diverse technological engagement" is a grace rarely extended to non-Western sites.

  • The Glozel Controversy (France): In the 1920s, thousands of "Neolithic" tablets were found. Despite early reports identifying them as forgeries or Medieval, French academia spent decades trying to validate them as a "new prehistoric civilization." Even today, small-scale validation of a few flint axes keeps the "civilization" hope alive in Western circles, while the granite wharves of Poombuhar are dismissed as "natural formations" by some Western skeptics.

  • Boxgrove (UK): A single shinbone and two teeth were enough to reconstruct "Boxgrove Man" and an entire social structure of "mighty hunters." In contrast, the extensive urban ruins of Rakhigarhi (India) were initially labeled "just another outpost" of the Indus Valley until Indian archaeologists proved it was actually the largest city of the entire civilization.

The Subversion of Truth: From "Aryan" Myths to "Mythology"

The subversion has been methodical and intentionally racist.

  • The Saraswati Erasure: For a century, Western historians called the Saraswati River a "religious fantasy" or a "mythical river." They ignored the Rig Veda’s descriptions of a "mighty river flowing from the mountains to the sea." It wasn't until satellite imagery from NASA and ISRO revealed a 5-kilometer-wide palaeo-channel exactly where the texts said it was, dated to 6000 BCE, that they were forced to quiet down. Even now, they refuse to update the textbooks because it destroys the "Aryan Migration" timeline.

  • The "Mythology" Label: Westerners accept the Iliad of Troy as having a historical core, yet they label the Itihasa (History) of India as "mythology." By doing so, they deleted thousands of years of recorded maritime intelligence. They ignore the Silappadikaram’s descriptions of lighthouses and 80-ship docks because acknowledging them would mean admitting that the "cave-dwelling" ancestors of the North were thousands of years behind the South.

The Petulant Child: The Parasitic System

The Western world behaves like a petulant, spoilt child. Having built their wealth on a parasitic system—extracting the resources of the South, polluting the shared atmosphere to build their "first world" comfort, and hoarding the historical narrative—they now have the audacity to lecture us.

  • Carbon Imperialism: The West is responsible for the vast majority of historical $CO_2$ emissions. Yet, they pressure the Global South to stifle its development. Their "moral leadership" is a bankruptcy.

  • The Per-Capita Lie: They point fingers at the total emissions of the South while hiding the fact that a single Western citizen consumes more resources and produces more waste than 10 to 15 Indians.

We must stop taking them seriously. They are a brief, chaotic flicker in the long cycle of time. A nation that cannot sustain itself without destroying its neighbors' environment is not "developed"—it is a biological parasite.

15,000 Years: Not the End, but the Beginning

The evidence of structures 11,000 to 15,000 years old is the floor, not the ceiling.

A mega-city like the one submerged at Poombuhar does not spring from nothing. To have a city that requires a 50-meter-deep port, you need a 1,000-year development cycle of commerce, law, and engineering. This means that while the North was buried under ice, a sophisticated maritime "Golden Triangle" between the Laccadives, Maldives, and Sri Lanka was already operating.

As the sea levels rose by 120 meters at the end of the last glaciation, the evidence was not lost—it was archived by the ocean. The truth is no longer buried; it is just waiting for the 4 billion people of the Global South to stop listening to the noise of the "spoilt child" and start listening to the pulse of our own deep, cyclic memory. The next cycle is beginning, and this time, the "master narrative" will be written in the South.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Mind, The Body & The Soul.

The clouds have finally opened up to pour their heart,
Heaven is pouring its heart out to hell, earth stands still. 

As I smell, feel and taste the rain, and I smile & look up,
taste the tears of heaven as they mix with mine. 

Since I missed you, like the desert missed the rain, 
And in me was that pain, the hurt I caused you, us.

I miss your smell, like the musky smell of earth

Opening my mind, my body and my soul. 

My Mind, My Body & Baby My soul. 

Since all I had in my heart till now were holes, 
Everybody shouteverybody pulled the trigger.

Don't you know, My words to you were from it, 
Didn't you for once, in its best ever feel it?

I drift on and off into your memories, into us; 

Your smell, your taste, your feel and your sight. 

I knew you were in my mind and I was in yours; 
And your body, to the depths of your very soul. 

But I choose to give you my heart, .

Not My Mind, My Body & just Soul, 
My Mind, My Body & Soul. 

You won't hear my words? 
You don't believe them,

All I have are these words, all I have are my words. 
For I have lost; My Mind, My Body, My Soul & My Heart

To you.

Am i there yet?

Isnt this the quintessential question that we ask our self again and again. as if trying to reach a destination is the purpose.

But some journeys make you look at the destination, and forget what you are going through. maybe he should not have been in or on such a journey.

He was trying his best to understand her, but how could he when she doesn't even understand his language, let alone his words.

He could never understand Hippocracy,  how could you expect from others that which you cannot give? not by any unexplained incapability but from a self confessed arrogance.

What could have been, what is now what shall be? a million thoughts racing in my mind as i sit here after what seems ages, sipping on Irish Cream wondering what other alternatives or realities could i be living right this moment.

Some thing probably i dare not dream, i need to breathe now first. the rest shall come later.

So, no we are not there yet dear friend. we are nowhere now from each other. we are as we were and as we will ever be. but the point is we could be different.

Will this day be any different than others where i almost made up my mind, or will this be just another wandering, raving rant of a helpless soul that has just hit rock bottom.

No, i did not think about all the possibility, never had probably that will be my undoing, never listen to the heart, lands you in trouble.

Where are you old friend, come meet me again on a bus. It has been 14 years now almost, did time change us? or did we change according to it.

Wasn't life a bit simple then, fewer questions, many possibilities.

If only we knew, would have never asked are we there yet, wish the bus would never stop.


Sunday, April 8, 2012

Porque sin tí, he de estar incompleto.

Fall shall you not, rise up and look above,
Every suffering, every pain have you borne.

See the world is calling out to you,
Love it and it shall love you as much back.

For the high and mighty have been destroyed,
In lust, in laugh and even in love.

Smile at it, for you had laughed so wide,
Accept the pain, as you did joy.

For it actually had brought you both,
Now what you get is not what you want.

Only silence shall help you bear,
Each and every moment of this now.

I bid thee farewell to you my friend,
From here on you are on your own.

Hasta que nos encontremos otra vez, mi amor, mi alma.
Porque sin tí, he de estar incompleto.
Y esperando por ti, i puede permanecer incompleta.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Saar, only one person right?

Another sleazy motel, grayed out walls and musky smell amplifying the decay around.
As i walked the dark hallways one room after the other imagining the countless people walking before me i felt a sense of lifelessness around.

Saar, only one person right?
Yes, only me.
No, problem sir, good room, clean room, decent for family saar,
I hope this hotel won’t be raided for prostitution, was indifferent at this point.
No Saar, only family here.

A guy and girl, pretty young couple walks by.
i know instantaneously that these are college kids, paying a price for privacy to get intimate.

Unable to sort out the feeling of right and wrong, between tradition, culture and between freedom and wants, and thus clandestine meeting of a few hours these lovers share, so sad, what has become of this country of love, is it ancient history , a moment of liberation which created Vaatsayana ..?

Pick her up, drive to some unknown town, get a motel room, fuck each others brains out and ride back after this liaison.
The lock was a bit jittery, like me sinking into a motel alone, strangely i settled in the unkempt motel with inept staff.




As i light a cigarette, i think ...
How many women, prostitutes, men have toiled on this bed, trying to satisfy their hunger, hunger of being wanted, of being loved, liked, licked, sucked and fucked.
Any of these or many of these, who will they imagine? Which face shall play on their minds? But we don’t notice, the hunger is far too primal, lets say too damn carnal.
The walls could almost moan back all that it had heard in that moment.
I stand in the shower, to get over the sweltering heat, pouring water on my head calmed down a few thoughts.

Lovage plays in the background, and I sit still.
Not moving an inch, just sitting in a motel, in middle of a highway, in the middle of nowhere.

Was i to apologies to life? am i to apologies to myself..?

No i shall not apologies to anyone, but maybe i shall to her and all her forms that have touched me.
I apologies, for loving you not knowing if you could ever understand me, the conflicts that i grew up with my past , my present, my future, and you are a part of all three.

I apologies for dreaming that love would make you madly run into my arms forgetting the world, for I forgot we all are running away from it, I am trying not to.
I apologies for hurting your feelings and letting you be alone, just for a few moments in this long journey called a lifetime, I do.
But now, it’s over, no more apologies to none.

I look up and clenching my fists in my mind, and biting my lips, i shan’t apologies to even god.

And the music plays on my laptop, on a dark desert highway ....
Guess, i am, in Hotel California.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Of love and family

Hmm..... To come soon.

about what love is 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Ayesha's eyes

The world said i was ugly, and i believed it.
The world said its miserable, i listened to it.

The world said its lecherous, i thought i saw it.
The world said humanity is loosing, i agreed.

Now the world is saying that love is a sham,
I wont, i cant, i dont believe it now, sorry.

As there is the ugly, so is the beauty in there.
for all that misery, there is joy and merry.

For all that lechery there in the folds is love,
humanity is still holding on, i see it everyday.

when i look into your eyes, Ayesha i see life,
i see hope, love, joy and tears, so i know.

That i am alive and so are you, of me and through me.
Whatever it is in you is a part of me , maybe half.

Let me kiss the sky and look at your innocence,
for in yours i may find mine, for a few days.

years or maybe a lifetime.

For in those eyes i see mine, your mothers and the whole humanities.