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Ancient
Chemyst
ery
The Enigma
of
The Human
Condition
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Subroto Mukerji
Copyright
The author asserts his moral right over the ownership of this book. No part of the
book may be copied, Xeroxed, quoted, or otherwise reproduced without the
express written permission of the author.
Acknowledgements
This book is not a work of fiction, it being an analysis of the hitherto murky
origins of human sexuality and sexual politics. However, in attempting to
illustrate certain concepts, it may depict circumstances that could well tally with
some real-life scenarios, in which case it is clarified that any purported
resemblance to actual characters or situations is – though coincidental – quite
inevitable, given the truth of what has been expounded.
Yo I’ll tell you what I want, what I really
really want
so tell me what you want, what you really
really want.
My timeless muse
Enigmatic, enchanting…eternal
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LIST OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
(ii) Prologue
7. The Egg Fights Back or How The Egg keeps her cake
even after he’s eaten it ! ………………………………… 25
15. The ‘Wayward’ CuTE or Girls just wanna have fun …….. 49
18. The Middle Muddle or The Egg gets into shape …………. 56
21. The Other Band of Outlaws or The Egg meets her Match ….. 61
22. The Ant and The Grasshopper or What makes them tick …… 63
INTRODUCTION
PROLOGUE
shriek against the way in which Nature had turned life topsy-
turvy—the answers exploded like a star shell over the bleak
landscape of my consciousness…and congealed into the
printed matter you hold in your hand.
I committed the revelations to paper just in case
they contained some nuggets of truth and held out some
promise of respite from your own peculiar predicaments. The
musings given below could serve to function as catalysts for
further thought. Some of them may even spark off
controversy concerning the vital question of human origin
and evolution.
In the course of setting down my arguments, I
have touched upon age-old questions about the true nature
of Woman (and Man), their origins (for they cannot possibly
have a common origin, given the totally different ways in
which they think, act and react), and the influences that
continue to govern them and their relations with each other.
Of particular interest to me are the mysteries concerning
Woman’s biological and mental make-up, and the vexing
effects they precipitate in the opposite (opposing?) sex. The
sexes can neither live with each other nor without each other.
I looked into the past and—noting what I saw---
turned to the future to see whether it held out promise of
relief. In doing so, I took note of major social, scientific and
psychological ‘discoveries’ that—integrated and extrapolated
—seemed to point at various possible outcomes that could lie
ahead. Even more curiously, after I had embarked on my
quest, I started seeing article after article in the press which
supported many of my thoughts of man’s future destiny,
including new theories and research findings about what may
constitute his ‘mind’, brain, perception of ‘God’, genetic
structure, Man’s future plans concerning his tenure on the
planet Earth and space travel, and even life after death. I
firmly believe that Man has an ultimate destiny, and it may
be more closely linked to the universal one than we now
think. This is why the riddle of the antipathy and concurrent
sympathy between the sexes sometimes kept me awake
nights.
There seems to be more than one acceptable road
map. But one thing was certain—the sexes weren’t about to
fall into each other’s arms in a hurry. It needed drastic
changes, cataclysmic social and psychological upheavals,
before even a lukewarm entente cordiale could be inked! It
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In short:
So simple, yet so complex
So weak, yet so powerful
So confusing, yet so desirable
So avoidable...yet so indispensable
So damning, yet so wonderful...
WOMEN !!! You can’t live with them...and you
can’t live without them!!! 1
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Thanks are due to the unknown genius who posted the essence of these lines on the Internet
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The Creation
OR
‘The Egg is Fertilized’
OR
Because the female had finally evolved into what Nature had
wanted her to be all along: the Custodian of The Egg!
Take the human female, for example. She carries
in her ovaries a store of about four or five hundred eggs, pre-
programmed to come to maturity after puberty, and released
in parsimonious doses of one egg every lunar month (the
periodicity obviously harking back to a distant age when life
evolved in the primal seas and life-cycles were geared to the
lunar tides).
Released in such a niggardly fashion within the
Custodian’s body, the Egg saves her Custodian from two
obviously avoidable situations: firstly, even if her choice of
mate is inappropriate, only one, or perhaps a maximum of
two eggs will be ‘wasted’.
Secondly, the 28-day gap gives her ample time to
look around for another, more suitable mate, if she feels her
eggs are ‘endangered’ by the earlier choice.
Nature thus ensures that her eggs (the Eggs
belong as much to Nature as they do to the Custodian,
perhaps even more!) cover as much ground as possible: get
the maximum mileage, so to speak. They are too precious to
squander indiscriminately.
In fact, on a cloudy day, I’d even go so far as to
say that Nature is the Egg! For what is the female but The
Custodian of The Egg (CuTE), with bailiff duties but not
ownership rights.
She is unaware that each and every action she
initiates and completes, each and every thought that passes
through her (MCPs would interject here the words ‘pretty,
empty little’) head, originates from The Egg!
In other words, she is controlled by a mechanism
from a dim and misty past. It is little wonder that her
thoughts, words, motivations, and actions are unintelligible
and incomprehensible to the male of the species, whose
evolutionary path—though apparently identical—is actually
vastly different from hers.
This is the underlying reason why male-female
‘encounters’ are so often dissatisfying, fraught with danger,
or even plumb forgettable, for there is nothing in Nature more
insufferable than a Custodian who is obviously aware of her
high post…and flaunts it. Fortunately (for all TGPs), she’s a
rarity.
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of the Egg) to recycle her mate once she has got what she
wanted (Eggfruit and security).
Thus is TGP resurrected in a new avatar. He is
resurrected as the above-mentioned ‘The Great Provider’
(even the initials are the same: there is a wonderful sense of
continuity).
And always is he made to feel proud and
privileged to be given this key role in the new drama. It’s his
karma.
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OR
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Earthbound Aliens
OR
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OR
They may find they like it, and turn pro. Like Mae
West, they may encourage well-heeled male friends to ‘come
up and see them sometime.’
Thus they perform a useful service to a society
where sexual favours are a commodity for sale and purchase.
There is no moral judgment to be made here; it is an entirely
personal decision, and the rest is up to her. For all we know,
she may end up more satisfied and fulfilled than many of her
so-called ‘respectably married’ sisters, free from the burdens
and traumas that many of them will surely encounter in their
lives.
Being daring and unconventional by nature, it is
hardly surprising that the maximum number of beauty
queens, models, rock stars, and actresses are drawn from
their ranks. Their extroverted natures give them the chance
to earn big money on their own, without owning it second-
hand through a COTS.
Examples of such icons abound, though the name
of Madonna stands head and shoulders above the rest. By her
sheer talent, tenacity, and toughness, she survived and
triumphed over all odds, in a male-dominated industry. Now
she is beyond all yardsticks, having become a yardstick
herself, and a mother three times over!
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Spring cleaning
OR
OR
OR
OR
‘Arrival of A Rival’
mate’s innards, if he had hunted high and low for one. But
some instinct tells him to hold his peace, to refrain from
adding that the noisy, leaky bundle reminds him strongly of
his last visit to the zoo (for reasons unknown), when, he
vaguely recollects, he spent a lot of time gaping at gorillas.
Living arrangements, he notices with resignation,
have been drastically altered. The master bedroom, his pride
and joy, his Battle Command Center, has been transformed
into a nursery. Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and other
assorted Disney and Hanna-Barbera characters adorn the
walls. There are a lot of posters, mostly of the ‘rising sun’ and
‘Who killed Cock Robin?’ variety (he feels he can answer the
last query). He now sleeps on the chaise longue in the
drawing room, good for a Saturday afternoon nap, but… …
night after night? The outlaws have commandeered the other
bedroom.
This is very dangerous territory: no comments,
adverse or otherwise, are acceptable regarding this hallowed
pair that comes free with the nuptial package. At the slightest
opportunity (read: minor head cold), this pair of storm
troopers comes trooping in to administer first aid to their
darling daughter.
They take their time when it comes to departure.
They are always underfoot. He has to be on his best
behaviour at all times. They have experience on their side:
after all, they brought up his mate, where would he be
without her (and, by extension, them?). He is put firmly in his
place, an accessory to the ‘crime’ but expendable thereafter.
From Lord and Master, he has been relegated to hanger on, a
spectator. From the Mighty TGP1, his position has plummeted
to that of the Lowly TGP2. It all takes a bit of getting-used-to.
Trouble is, he doesn’t get used to it; he’s getting
used, period. Somewhere at the back of his head (the
hypothalamus, maybe?), the pressure starts to build.
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Twilight of The Egg
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OR IS IT?
opportunity with men that she had enjoyed in the past to the
category of ‘goods and chattels’. Alas, she came to be
regarded as a mere beast of burden, a mechanism for
purging oneself of the lower urges, a machine that was
serviced regularly, guiltily and in secret, in order to produce
progeny, and otherwise kept in cloistered chastity.
The glory of Woman, as the indispensable and
inspiring other-half of Man, was shrouded in disgrace and
oppression. A Dark Age descended on society as Man
suppressed the crucial half of his nature, choking off a vital
part of himself in the process.
This pall of darkness covered most of the globe till
as late as the twentieth century, barring some primitive stone
age cultures where, quite understandably, free approaches to
sex and love continued to prevail (and which still prevail on
our Northeastern frontiers). The White Men in Samoa, Papua
and New Guinea or the Hawaiian and Polynesian islands went
berserk when they discovered that they could partake of
sensual pleasures almost at will…and introduced sexually-
transmitted diseases that killed off the islanders and many of
the white men themselves (Paul Gauguin was known to have
suffered from syphilis) in large numbers.
In the lexicon of the West, the tropics became
synonymous with sexual debauchery. It is only now that we
realize what a paradise it was that was raped, mindlessly and
mercilessly. Unbridled sexuality can be most unsettling for
any culture unaccustomed to the fresh air of openness and
freedom from crippling conventions and stifling moral codes.
Mental attitudes are the hardest things to change.
The two Great Wars of the twentieth century were
followed by the debacle of Viet Nam and a period that
marked the zenith of western
materialism and the beginning of the decline in western
civilization as a moral force. Sweeping changes, a
beleaguered society’s desperate response to a threat from an
Axis that had geared up to either win or perish, demolished
the remnants of Victorian prudery and glib moral and social
conventions that, until then, had prevailed even in the
‘advanced’ western countries.
The most outstanding feature of the New Society
was the emergence of women as a social and economic force
to be reckoned with. She had won her wings in the USAF, the
WAAF and WAAC, and she had graduated from kitchen to
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I that she comes of age at a time when the stage is set for
her and her sex to take the world by storm.
I am one of the first non-MCPs, now an oddity no
longer. With the coming of the Internet, that Great Leveller,
woman has come even more into her own. Never before has
she had the chance to interact with colleagues at the
workplace in such a detached, professional manner, the
results of her work unclassifiable according to gender.
Her online output, both qualitatively as well as
quantitatively, could well match or surpass that of her male
colleagues, I note with a sense of joy and pride. Aggressive,
daring, sensitive, and professional, taking her future into her
own hands, choosing her own mate and fashioning her own
life, she dons the mantles of both Aphrodite and Diana as she
courses onwards irresistibly.
Move over, Eros, Cupid, Venus and Apollo; look
out, world: India is on the move.
And now a little Internet humour to underscore the
point:
WOMEN !!
OR
‘Eggstinction?’
PROGNOSIS:
So where does all this leave The Egg, CuTE and
TGP? Are they ever to be liberated from the compulsions of
their endless tryst? Does the new technology spell the end of
romance as we know it today? Well, yes and no. The new
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I owe this to information to the relevant chapter in Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramhansa Yoganand.
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♥
The above piece— ‘The Heart Also Sees’ — just
about sums up what I’ve been trying to say all this time. We
see people in many ways other than those dependent on our
visual processes.
I know my soul has always loved her, and my soul
is the real me; this shell I presently occupy is only a
temporary garment I will shed as soon as see it no longer
need it. I have changed bodies many, many times before, but
I have always been, always remained ‘I’. I pray ‘I’ shall always
have her divine companionship through the ages before us,
for I believe she is my eternal inspiration and my salvation.
‘Love’? I’ve gone light-years beyond that. Now you
probably understand why I think it’s such a weak word for me
to use as far as she is concerned. She is far ahead of me on
the eons-long road of evolution, and, bedazzled, I struggle to
keep up with her intellectual capacity and cope with the
Force that emanates from her. I need her help desperately as
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EPILOGUE
Good luck!
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The End
© Subroto Mukerji