What is this Mumbai? The name itself reminds me of a Rudyard Kipling character that is slow-witted and hard of hearing, his glasses barely strong enough to see two feet ahead of his footsteps, but never-the-less this Mumbai continues onward often in situations that most would never enter into but thanks to his glasses he feels what he is seeing before him is a future bright and golden filled with beauty and pleasure around every corner... poor Mumbai... let's not tell him how real the world is. He wouldn't believe it anyway... why should he? Nobody pays any attention to Mumbai unless he's bargaining for some vegetables from the merchant four blocks from his cardboard shelter in an perpetually shaded alleyway. A hermit within the jungles of the city, a vision of paradise to Mumbai.
Apparently, given the latest news, the attacks on Mumbai were between 10 and 16 men, ages 18 thru 28. That doesn't surprise me. When I heard this I was immediately reminded of an interview I had seen on the tube a couple years back. The man being interviewed was a writer who had done extensive studies and interviews with would-be-bombers who were caught before they blew themselves and others up. They were now prisoners. What sticks in my mind about this was the interviewee saying all the men, and even one woman, all were between 18 and 28 and everyone one of them were virgins. Virgins. This still amazes me. It seems so simple to understand the reason how people such as these, that choose to blow themselves up while killing as many people as they can, remain virgins.
If I were a betting man, I would bet these current perpetrators that pulled off the attack in Mumbai are/were virgins. Certainly not every virgin between the ages of 18-28 are, or will become, suicide bombers. Knowing that suicide bombers in this age group are virgins explains how sexual frustration can twist and confuse the good sense, not to mention the morality which is ingrained in young practicing Muslims, of some otherwise normal people when they are subjected to a perverse doctrine by their so-called elders that have indoctrinated these poor folks into thinking that their own virginity will be rewarded by their Allah when they not only take their own life, but take as many innocent people as they can with them... the reward being a select group of virgins like themselves to release their sexual frustration by their Allah... what could be more wonderful than to have permission from your Allah to unleash this frustration that has been building up for so long... so many years of hearing about sex, so many years of seeing pictures that they felt they shouldn't be looking at, so many years of thinking about how sex would be with their imagined chosen partners... a blessed event condoned by Allah himself. "Praise be to Allah!" they can be heard shouting...
Very sad what we have done to ourselves in the name of our God, no matter the name we've been conditioned to call him/her/it. And when that becomes unbalanced... 'one way or no way, then we are inviting trouble. The more out of balance we get... the more repressed we allow ourselves to become... the more negative we become. That is the foundation of frustration... repression.
Like all things, repression comes with a balance, When we tell ourselves no to punching the nose of the person at the bus stop is not repression but that's good sense. Forcing oneself onto another for sexual favors is certainly not repression but brought on by repression over and over until bam! a non-consensual act occurs. Balance must be uppermost in the mind when dealing with our social lives... our contact with others, be they family, relatives, friends or associates... we must use balance in our actions to maintain the social needs of everyday living. We may not know the words or the reasons of balance, but our inner nature, our conscience will tell us when we're out of balance... our Jiminy Cricket... the little voice without a mouth that speaks to only us... we are the only one that can hear that voice and we are the only one that must respond to it. That little Jiminy Cricket is ours alone and nobody else's... listen to it and it'll lead us to goodness... true balance where we can enjoy both sides of every thing, as it should be... as it was meant to be.

Pinnochio (1940)
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Lampwick: [picks up Jiminy] Hey, who's the beetle?
Jiminy Cricket: Put me down!
Pinocchio: He's my conscience. He tells me what's right and wrong.
Lampwick: What? You mean to tell me you take orders from a grasshopper?
Jiminy Cricket: "Grasshopper"?
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cecil
30 noviembre 2008