“Creation is never finished. It once had a beginning, but it will never end.”
Immanuel Kant
Month: January 2021
Euripides’ Medea and Life
“Stronger than Lover’s Love is Lover’s Hate,
Incurable in each, the wounds they make.”
Euripedes’ Medea
When Jason went to retrieve the Golden Fleece to ensure prosperity and bountiful harvests for all of Greece, he journeyed to Colchis. The Greeks believed Colchis was at the edge of the known world, and Jason’s journey was a dangerous and perilous one, but one of honour to restore his throne and kingdom.
Upon reaching Colchis, Medea, the princess of Colchis fell in love with Jason, by the will of the goddesses: Aphrodite, Athena and Hera.
Medea’s father, the King, was not impressed with this upstart Greek and said that if he wanted the Golden Fleece, he would have to get it himself…past a fire-breathing dragon and skeletal soldiers.
Medea, a sorceress, vowed to help Jason if he would take her away with him to Greece. Jason agreed and with the help of Medea, he stole the Golden Fleece. They sailed off to Greece, but fell in danger every step of the way, because of a curse Medea had bestowed upon them when she killed her own brother under the facade of a truce.
Medea, a tragedy by Euripides, performed in 431 BCE. One of Euripides’ most powerful and best-known plays, Medea is a remarkable story of injustice, ruthless revenge and the mistreatment of a woman.
When Jason casts Medea off and decides to marry the Princess of Corinth, Medea is determined on revenge, and after a dreadful mental struggle between her passionate sense of injury and her love for her children, she decides to punish her husband by murdering both her sons and his future wife. She steels herself to commit these deeds and then escapes in the chariot of her grandfather, the sun-god Helios, leaving Jason without even the satisfaction of punishing her for her crimes. Euripides succeeds in evoking sympathy for the figure of Medea, who becomes, to some extent a representative of women’s oppression in general.
Now that we’ve got the backstory stuff covered, I want to talk about the real reason I chose to share this quote with all of you.
Let’s get the quote back here:
“Stronger than Lover’s Love is Lover’s Hate,
Incurable in each, the wounds they make.”
What is the difference between hatred and love? What is the difference between a wound and a scar? What is the difference between weakness and strength?
The answer, ladies and gentlemen, is time. Time heals all wounds. As the saying goes, Life Goes On.
It’s true, Life goes on, irrespective of you and your emotions. Nothing, not even the gods, can stop the cruel, inexorable and relentless passage of time.
But time yields wonderful results, the blooming of a flower, the growth of a child, the progress of humanity. So my advice, to everyone, today, is to live in the present. Enjoy life as it comes. As a great man once said,
“Life is what happens to us while we are busy making other plans.”
Thank you all. Stay Safe.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
My Swan Song
It had been a time of great change. The humans were to blame.
Their world was disappearing inch by precious inch: a lush, sun-drenched land full of colour and life becoming a barren, ruinous, grey wasteland.
What would become of them all? Was there even a future?
If there was, it certainly wasn’t bright, or merry, or beautiful, or any of the things it was before.
But they couldn’t complain, could they? They had brought this on themselves. But was that really their fault? They had just been doing what they had been for years, for decades, for centuries, even. This effect had not been a quick fix of a few generations, but a causality of years of damage and heartbreak.
And slowly, nature, unable to contain the darkness within, grew rebellious and inflicted it on humanity. All greenery faded away. Bright changed to dull, and light to dark.
It was a time of infinite sorrows. Wars waged over food. Life pit brother against brother in the ultimate fight for life. It was the race. The race against time. Humanity fighting for seconds. For morsels. For crumbs.
And then came the aftermath. A set of new heroes entered the world. They built what their forefathers could not: a bond with nature. They created, discovered, innovated. But there was one thing they could not cure: Humanity’s thirst. Thirst for curiosity, for wisdom, for power.
And then they committed the greatest sin of all: Self-Harm. They erased their minds, Their memories, And were finally devoid of emotion.
And one could argue that this was the Afterglow. Life prospered. Blissfully ignorant. Unaware that the meadows they played over were the graves of the many. That they had walked over the cold corpses of the race known as ‘The Before.’
In one way, this was their saviour. Ignorance was Bliss, at least for them. But then there were those who began to remember. It started with the children. Their minds were young. New. Blissfully Naive in the ways of the world. And it started with the nightmares. Visons. Hallucinations.
And then came the flashbacks. The memory of the sin they committed.
And what to do but then. The ones who talked had to be silenced. It was a necessary sacrifice. A necessary sacrifice. Those were the words that lured them to sleep at night. The many becoming the few becoming the one. Constant vigilance. It was a necessary sacrifice…
And then humanity moved on. The screams of those tortured before being cut off by the sound of a single shot, became commonplace in the new world. Their creation had done nothing. Nothing. But the people were used to it. And they were obstinate. Stubborn.
And then there were those who rebelled. Met in the shrouds of secrecy and darkness. We began our secret society. The Secret Society of the Survivors. And one day we ran.
We fled. Abandoning all our principles. The very thing that brought us together, urged us to flee. And we left, leaving them all to a merciless fate.
I still remember their screams. Their screams as they were torn apart. Destroyed. Obliterated. While we stood and watched and did nothing. We were their destruction. Their swan song.
And then we built this place. Far, Far away from those who had died. Died so that we could live. They had died believing they were alone. But they weren’t. We buried their bodies. Our comrades in arms. And then vowed never to return.
We began our own colony. On New-Terra. Life moved on. Humanity always does in the end. And now I stand here. On the edge of the new world. Standing. Waiting. That’s all I will do now. Simply Wait. Wait for all Eternity. Because they will come. And we will fight. Fight to avenge all those who were killed when it should have been us. We will stand together. Together and we will drive those mad brutes out. And then and only then will I finally rest. Rest in peace. Because I am the last of my people, ‘The Before’.
And until then I will wait. Standing here, Waiting, for Eternity. For my home. For My people, who died. And to avenge them, I will wait.
And to anyone who finds this, remember.
Remember.
Remember them.
Remember me.
Remember the feeling of despair when you’re tumbling down the cliff.
Because that moment will come for you, as it does for us all.
Your swan song.
And this? This is my swan song.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
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“History is naught but the telling of tales, each as varied and as beautiful as the many constellations that doth twinkle in the night sky.”
ANVI TUTEJA
I’m Not The Type of Person: Fate Intended to Write
I’m not the type of person,
Who goes out without a fight,
I’m not the type of person,
Who won’t fight for their rights,
I’m not the type of person,
Who won’t fight to survive,
No, I’m not the type of person,
Fate intended to write,
All or nothing,
That’s what I say,
In a land of cliches,
I’m the only one who’s sane,
In an assembly line of parts,
I’m the one who can win them all,
I was a mistake,
A beauty, an enigma,
Aside from the normal,
A diamond in the rough,
I’m the one they can’t win without,
The one who comes home having won it all,
The only one in the land of robots,
I’m not scared to show my emotions,
I go all in and laugh when I lose,
The one who can withstand all fate’s got to prove,
Because I have nothing to lose in a land of riches,
Keep your rings, your riches, I’d rather stick with the witches,
Don’t follow me around,
You’ll end up fallen to the ground,
I’m different I’m special,
I’m not your typical, I’m original,
Not scared of losing the battle,
Cause I’ve already won the war,
I’m not your usual,
I’m not your typical,
I’m not the type of person to lose,
I’m not the type of person to be subdued,
I will fight for what’s mine,
Be it a sword, a shadow or a solid gold mine,
And I will prosper and survive the rough,
Because war’s coming and you’re going to need the tough.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Emoji of the Day: 15 Jan 2021
An Eternity Alone
What does it mean to be alone?
To have no one and nothing waiting,
To sit in solitude, pondering the unknown,
Because your mind is already rating,
Loneliness, a disease with no cure,
And no, it’s not contagious,
But wait, you’re already detour’d,
Why is this desire to fit in, already so outrageous?
I’m no longer scared,
Of the dark and what it may contain,
Contrary to what popular opinion cared,
And now I sit here waiting for you, again,
An eternity alone, I fear I will spend,
Sitting here all by myself,
Alone till the very end,
Biding my time before the torturing hells,
The world goes on,
And no one notices my shadow,
My earthly body, I may have forgone,
But my spirit does hide, in the universe’s hollows,
No one noticed, my presence,
An invisible shade stuck in the in-between,
No one notices, my disappearance,
A flicker gone out in the dark, unseen,
No one may care,
They buried my ashes,
Oh, how do they dare,
On my stone there are gashes,
But I’m back now, waiting,
That’s all I can do,
No one to be relating,
Simply be true,
Slowly, Biding my time,
An Eternity has passed,
Watching sin, war and crime,
But I’m still here and here I will last.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Anonymity
I wrote this because it was so complex that the idea fascinated me. It had to be a short poem, without the meaning being obvious, that told a story and explained a condition. As always, no offence is meant from my work to any persons, class, group, sect, religion, caste, sexuality, identity, etc.
Some times I wonder who it is,
It could be him, It could be her,
Hell, It could even be you,
Shrouded in mystery, Hiding in the dark,
Lurking in the shadows, A solace from the start,
Waiting, Slowly, Biding my Time,
Awaiting my guard down, Waiting to Strike,
Light to dark, Bad to good, Two wrongs don’t make it a right,
Comfort in the darkness, The shadows took me in,
Reveling in the success of my anonymity,
Anonymity, my solace from the start,
A bright shining hope, A light in the dark,
Some times I wonder, who it is,
It could be him, It could be her,
Hell, it could even be you,
Well, turns out it’s me!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
New Year’s Notice
Hey guys! Anvi here. This time with a personalised message for all my dedicated followers.
Today, January 11th, the first working Monday of the new year, or as I like to call it,
“The Day the Reality of the New Year settles in and all Wishes of Self Growth are plunged like a Jump from the Titanic,”
I know, dark right?
Anyway, just a notice for all you readers, in case you’ve noticed any changes around ‘Anvi’s Thoughts Caught’, I have updated my blog for the New Year! Along with a plethora of new poems and reflections, I have also reposted some of my older works, the fully optimize their worth. So along with reposting, sharing and reblogging, this year is going to be a blast!
Anvi Out!
Higher Power III
Every action monitored,
Like everything I did mattered,
Well, I’m flattered,
But the challenges have left me battered,
So as I lay here with my dying breath,
I embrace you with open arms: death,
Because whatever tortures you have waiting in your hells,
Are nothing compared to the nightmares of being myself.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 