Prologue: Hello my dear readers!! This novel was being written way back and I am not sure about some of the writing elements here anymore. Sometimes its a little immature. But still, reminds one of their thinking pattern back in the day. So while being embarrased about it sometimes, I shall publish it. New one coming in soon!!
The wallpaper at the back of the study had always amazed John with its mysterious symbols and a coiled serpent residing at the base of it. It was one of the many indulgences that his friend possessed to stimulate his ever alert and charged mind. It was some mystical philosophy from the east. Beside it lay the portrait of the deity of the Hare Krishna temple that had grown many chapters in the United States over the decades. To the untrained eye, the setting may have indicated the presence of a scholar of theology even if they were not able to see the Torah and the Old testament peeping out from the far-left shelf among many other scriptural texts that occupied that shelf amid a plethora of books in the room. But, comparative religion and spirituality and then synthesis from the same was just one of the many interests of his friend. He tend to gobble up any piece of "natural" knowledge that he liked to call it that he could lay his hands on. Thus anything related to geography, history, physics, medieval art, victorian sports, astronomy, astrology and a host of other topics could easily find way into his study provided it was sufficiently thought provoking and promised to stimulate the neurons of the occupant of the study. John had wondered many a times how so much volume of information did not run a riot of its own inside his brains.
But at that moment he just waited with a mix of anticipation and boredom for his friend and flatmate to acknowledge his presence in the room. For someone who did not understand the setting, it would have come across as rude on his part to not engage with someone sitting on the other side of the table while xxxxxxxxx browsed through the pages on his screen seemingly oblivious of the trivial details of the mundane existence. But John knew better. "I pity the poor economist," opined the somewhat stoical voice of xxxxxxxx while his gaze was still fixed on the screen. "The macroeconomist in this case.," he completed his sentence. "What has fallen upon him as you say it," John tried to generate some interest in the conversation in hope of further engagement. "Ah, it is the honest spirit of contribution purely in work in this case. But his doubts that I decipher between the lines are unfounded," declared the grinning countenance as he turned his torso now to face John finally. "Am I supposed to understand any of it," John inquired more matter of factly than ever. "That depends on whether you are interested in anything of real import outside your banal practicalities," replied xxxxxxxx with an equal fervor. "And what if I did," John now appealed to know more without getting any further into the verbal charade. "Well, the lot of the Economists is a particularly interesting case. Please make no mistake as I identify a lot with their line of thinking and respect the work they do. However, almost all of them are beset with a deep sense of doubt and even mistrust regarding their own profession of years. They secretly question as to whether the work they do with so much fervor and ado is actually as meritorious in the real world. Of-course, it is a question beyond the grasp of a mojority of them even if they are discerning enough to raise the question in the first place. But let me clarify once and for all to you that their doubts are dumbfounded and people like John Maynard Keynes did not se on a wild goose's chase through their lives. But, yes this discipline is wrought with enough impostors as well to cast a spell of doubt on the profession in certain situations. But a practitioner who really devotes his time and thought towards the understandings of the complex market driven world which by the way is much easier today with the advent of the internet, is sure to stumble upon an axiom or two to find the beautiful patterns that lay covertly beneath the more mundane functionings of the markets. It was afterall a simple idea of unemployment versus production capabilities that drove the foundations of the most quoted macroeconomic theory of the last decade. That was the time of the great depression anyway. But let me not trouble you with a topic you clearly are not much energized by. What it is infact that you wish to tell me with so much eagerness anyhow," inquired xxxxxxx. That he had deciphered that John had wanted to discuss something peculiar with him had no more amazed John as such deductions formed a more trivial part around xxxxxxx. He would have arrived at it somehow he thought.
Then John explained to him about his meeting with the Sheikh with some enthusiasm. "The real question here is whether or not vengeance leads to a gratification in the mind of the avenger. My experience and insight point to a place which states that the plan needs to be a little more elaborate than a crude extraction of revenge by the one going for it. It is really a matter of sealing an argument in essence between the parties," concluded the masterful xxxxxxx. John grasped a little bit of what had been said and was fairly satisfied with the response. Discussions with xxxxxxx were never bereft of substance after-all.
But at that moment he just waited with a mix of anticipation and boredom for his friend and flatmate to acknowledge his presence in the room. For someone who did not understand the setting, it would have come across as rude on his part to not engage with someone sitting on the other side of the table while xxxxxxxxx browsed through the pages on his screen seemingly oblivious of the trivial details of the mundane existence. But John knew better. "I pity the poor economist," opined the somewhat stoical voice of xxxxxxxx while his gaze was still fixed on the screen. "The macroeconomist in this case.," he completed his sentence. "What has fallen upon him as you say it," John tried to generate some interest in the conversation in hope of further engagement. "Ah, it is the honest spirit of contribution purely in work in this case. But his doubts that I decipher between the lines are unfounded," declared the grinning countenance as he turned his torso now to face John finally. "Am I supposed to understand any of it," John inquired more matter of factly than ever. "That depends on whether you are interested in anything of real import outside your banal practicalities," replied xxxxxxxx with an equal fervor. "And what if I did," John now appealed to know more without getting any further into the verbal charade. "Well, the lot of the Economists is a particularly interesting case. Please make no mistake as I identify a lot with their line of thinking and respect the work they do. However, almost all of them are beset with a deep sense of doubt and even mistrust regarding their own profession of years. They secretly question as to whether the work they do with so much fervor and ado is actually as meritorious in the real world. Of-course, it is a question beyond the grasp of a mojority of them even if they are discerning enough to raise the question in the first place. But let me clarify once and for all to you that their doubts are dumbfounded and people like John Maynard Keynes did not se on a wild goose's chase through their lives. But, yes this discipline is wrought with enough impostors as well to cast a spell of doubt on the profession in certain situations. But a practitioner who really devotes his time and thought towards the understandings of the complex market driven world which by the way is much easier today with the advent of the internet, is sure to stumble upon an axiom or two to find the beautiful patterns that lay covertly beneath the more mundane functionings of the markets. It was afterall a simple idea of unemployment versus production capabilities that drove the foundations of the most quoted macroeconomic theory of the last decade. That was the time of the great depression anyway. But let me not trouble you with a topic you clearly are not much energized by. What it is infact that you wish to tell me with so much eagerness anyhow," inquired xxxxxxx. That he had deciphered that John had wanted to discuss something peculiar with him had no more amazed John as such deductions formed a more trivial part around xxxxxxx. He would have arrived at it somehow he thought.
Then John explained to him about his meeting with the Sheikh with some enthusiasm. "The real question here is whether or not vengeance leads to a gratification in the mind of the avenger. My experience and insight point to a place which states that the plan needs to be a little more elaborate than a crude extraction of revenge by the one going for it. It is really a matter of sealing an argument in essence between the parties," concluded the masterful xxxxxxx. John grasped a little bit of what had been said and was fairly satisfied with the response. Discussions with xxxxxxx were never bereft of substance after-all.
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