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And Jesus Died



“Why did these bastards bring you to me” asked Pontius Pilate.

“Because Herod wants to fuck his brother’s wife,” said Jesus.

“You are questioning the authority,; Herod is my man though he is a Jew,” said Pilate.

“The only authority is the one that comes from the author, the conscience,” said Jesus.

“Conscience!” exclaimed Pilate.  “I can buy it from Caesar.   And the price is as cheap as that dirty beard of yours.”

“What’s your problem?” asked Jesus.  “Is it my beard or is it my truth?”

“What is truth?” asked Pilate.

Jesus said, “Condemn me to the cross.”


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  1. ManiparnaJanuary 10, 2014 at 11:06 PM

    So precise !

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  2. Preethi VenugopalaJanuary 10, 2014 at 11:41 PM

    Reminded me of Francis Bacon's Essay 'Of Truth'...:)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 11, 2014 at 8:00 AM

      In Bacon's essay as well as in the Bible Jesus' answer to the question 'What is truth?' was silence.

      Good people will choose to die in this world because truth is being killed every moment by those who have power.

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  3. AmitAagJanuary 11, 2014 at 12:12 PM

    A splendid piece indeed!

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  4. UnknownJanuary 12, 2014 at 12:36 AM

    If I talk about "Truth"...I guess I am not overstating when I say that it is quite out of reach of philosophers, scientists, mathematics, astrologers and off course politicians. Because 'truth' in term has a circular definition... perhaps we could narrow the "gap" to some extent...that's perhaps the closest we can get! Sigh!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 12, 2014 at 10:12 AM

      Truth is 'being-ness.' But people perceive the being-ness differently. Jesus' truth was allergic to vested interests. Could Jesus have got bored of human beings and hence chose the cross?

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  5. Anupam KarnJanuary 12, 2014 at 4:29 PM

    Conscience! It reminds me the bong novel: 'Chitralekha - with the opening; what's right & what's wrong'

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  6. Ankur AnandJanuary 12, 2014 at 6:51 PM

    so precisely written .. !

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  7. UnknownJanuary 16, 2014 at 6:48 PM

    Apart from the universal truth, what is truth? Everything is relative and grey, isn't it?

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 17, 2014 at 7:57 PM

      Yes, there is no black or white truth when we move away from universal truths.

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  8. UnknownJanuary 21, 2014 at 12:42 PM

    No one can give satisfactory answer....what is truth

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 23, 2014 at 9:24 AM

      That's because truth is also a personal matter sometimes. Or more times than otherwise.

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