Perfume of Mary Magdeline E-Book

Anand Bose

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

I have been happy in completing this fiction. It is like a labyrinth winding around with autobiographical anecdotes and soulful irony. There are also many tales from my native village. Most of the events are real and I am happy that I am able to to turn it with the wand of the pen into fiction. 

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Anand Bose

Perfume of Mary Magdeline

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Puritan in Hong Kong

This happened to me in Hong Kong while I was attending an interview. I was billeted in the YMCA in Kowloon.  In the evening, I took a stroll on the street. My first experience was, I came to a dwellings and otuside it an old woman was standing and calling out to people.  I became curious and went towards her. When I went near her, she said:  "come inside son, have a drink, i have many beautiful women for you'.  I became wonderstruck and puzzled  and then suddenly realization came into my being that this was a brothel. Terrified I closed my eyes and ran away from that place. I was a moral puritan at thay time being brought up on a steady diet of Syrian Christianity. The next day and again I was out strolling on the streets. I came near the brothel and lo to my surprise, the madam of the brothel was standing near the gate and she has lighted incense sticks in her hand and was using her hand in a to and fro motion. I was amazed by her actions. Why is she, the owner of the Brothel purifying it with the piety of a religious devotee? On seeing me, her face wrinkled into a malicious frown and she uttered a loud shriek and shooed me with her hands. I became so embarassed and guilt ridden.  I have grown in my mind and now I feel so sorry that I did not avail of the experience in the brothel. 

The Choice in Experience

 I am a harcore existentialist and existentialism affirms that we make choices and we are soley responsible for the choices we make. But again this belief was shattered in my real life. And I have two doubts and I have come to the belief that in life's journey we can be reponsible for the choices we make but sometimes we cannot control the otucome of the choices. Let me narrate an example of what happened. I had a skype interview yesterday. I arrived at the internet cafe on time and soon the equipment, headphones and speakers were set up for my interview. When the time came, I was able to log into Skype but I was aunable to connect, I tried and tried but luck failed me.  Life has taught me this bitter lesson that sometimes we in no way can control the choices we make.

Innocence in Cheating

 I was working in an International school in Jakarta. I had come to Kerala my native place during the holidays.  And as I was going back I checked into the airport. I had too much of booze and I was arrested. So I missed my flight. After paying the fine, I got out of jail and phoned my employer. He willingly booked me another ticket,  I took a train to reach Cochin from Banglore where my wife came to pick me up. She kept muttering: "oh you need help". At that time I did not know the meaning of those words. My hand was throbbing in pain. Due to the rough handling of the Police, the metal inserted in my hand had changed position. I was taken to an orthopedic hospital and they at that time did not diagnose it but simply plastered my hand. By the time it was dark and my wife drove me to another hospital. I was made to lie down and they told me that they wnated to take a blood sample. The injected me and I blacked out. When I woke in the morning: to my agony I realized that I was in a mental hospital. My employer till today blames me and calls me a fraud. I don't know why I had to undergo such a strange experience in which I am innnocent but the impression about me was that I cheated and it's no fault of mine.

A Childhood Memoir

 My parents were keen on giving me good English Education and as early as grade one, I was sent to a boarding school for continuing my education. The school was an elite public school. Let me recall an incident that happened there. There was a ceremony called bebd wetting ceremony. In the boarding school, I was a frequent bedwetter. The bedwetters were administered corporal punishment but the most humiliating thing was they were paraded aroudn the boarding in a turkey towel. No doubt public schools in India have become more child friendly now.

The Problem of Writing Fiction

 For a long time an idea abotu writing a short fiction about an Art Heist was pregnant in my mind. I am still ruminating about the plot, places, the situations and everything about it. I decided to select an Art object. It's world famous painting, but it's my own invention. The painting is called ENIGMAand it's painted by Illuminaticus who belongs to the secret society Illuminati. Now let me describe Enigma. It's a surreal symbolic painting. A ship of people are standing on the deck of a ship all of whom are blind and they are expressing their angst with their hands lifted high in the air. The ship is floating on an ocean full of eyes. Actually the idea for the painting came to me in a dream and I till today I have not been able to decipher the symbolic content of its meaning. if someone talented enough could daw the painting I would be grateful. 

Now there arrives my problem. Can this art object be stolen from a Museum? if so which museum? I named the museum Sphinx Phoenix in Chicago. I don't know Chicago and I have never been to Chicago. How does the thief Borges scale the electrified walls of the Museum? I don't know. I am not a whodunit writer. How will he encounter the frecious German Shepherds in the vicinity of the museum? If she shhots them, the noise will attract the guards. How can he deactivate the alarm? How can he break through the fingerprint activated locks? The answer is a miserable no. As I am writing this fiction, I don't have any answers but only questions. 

Another scenario which I imagined was to conduct the Heist while the Engima was on an expedition. I selected the country India since this was the place where I live. While being transported in an armored carriage what will happen? The robber stands on a tree and shoots the tires of the carriage. Then what will happen? How will he break the barriers of armor? Assume that the security guards make their exit from the carriage. Then our robber Borges shoots them all and makes of with the booty. 

I don't write in this style as this style has become a cliche for many whodunit stories. But still I am tempted and out of this temptation remains this fiction. Everything including the painting is fiction. Perhaphs the painting is a real Enigms afterall.