ABOUT THE POEM: Eligible emerges from a long interior excavation rather than a single emotional moment. It is not written to persuade, reconcile, or seduce a reader into empathy. It is written from a settled position reached after sustained grief, humiliation, shame, and depression-states that did their work and were not bypassed. The poem begins where explanation usually ends: after the questioning has exhausted itself. The central axis of the piece is stance. Not belief, not hope, not grievance-but stance. The speaker is no longer negotiating meaning with the universe, society, or other people. There is a deliberate rejection of metaphysical frameworks that promise deferred justice or cosmic intention. Karma, sin, virtue, destiny-these are named only to be dismissed. What remains is agency in the present tense. The line “I am doing my present to myself” is not motivational; it is procedural. It asserts responsibility without consolation. The repeated insistence on being “the universe” is not mystical inflation. It is materialist clarity. Consciousness is treated as matter aware of itself, not as a divine spark. This matters because it strips the poem of spiritual escape hatches. The speaker does not wait for alignment, signs, or repair. There is no outside force to appeal to. That absence gives the poem its weight. The refusal to accept labels-nihilist, optimist, devotee, believer-is not contrarian play. It is a rejection of ready-made interpretive furniture. Chairs and drawers are metaphors for social classification systems that make people legible and manageable. The poem declines legibility on those terms. It does not claim superiority; it claims non-placement. The Narasimha reference functions structurally, not religiously. It illustrates a logic of non-resolution through categories. When systems are built to contain outcomes, transformation occurs at the boundary conditions. This mirrors the speaker’s position: neither inside nor outside existing frameworks of value. The closing engineer/mechanic analogy is intentionally austere. It reintroduces the world’s transactional logic without sentimentality. Rights are not moral entitlements but outcomes of completed processes. This is not bitterness; it is acknowledgment. The poem does not protest this structure-it accepts it without submission. Importantly, Eligible is not a manifesto against society, women, or systems. It is a declaration of self-authorship under conditions where recognition is uncertain. Loneliness is present, but it is not weaponized for sympathy. Silence is not romanticized; it is chosen. The poem’s refusal is its ethic. It refuses rescue, misreading, and negotiation. It does not ask the reader to agree. It only asks that the position be seen as real, lived, and final-for now. That is the context from which Eligible speaks.
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 77 – Eligible
First there was grief-
then humiliation, shame, depression.
Then the mind began to question:
Why did this happen?
Why only with me?
And what exactly is all this?
Today-
at this moment, in this place, from this stance-
I know where I come from
and where I am going.
No ground beneath my feet,
no sky above.
The past is done, the present is here,
the future has not arrived.
No obligation remains upon me.
I neither listen to blame
nor grant anyone the right
to break me.
A solitary creature
on a path where no other gaze appears-
no support, no dependency.
I know:
this is me.
Matter so conscious
that it knows itself.
The universe is not speaking to me.
I am speaking to myself.
And I am the universe.
This is where the stance comes from.
This is where the weight comes from.
This is lived reality-
not an Instagram quote,
not a theoretical physicist’s dialogue.
You are a brief arrangement of atoms
experiencing the universe.
You are the universe, briefly arranged
into a form that can experience itself.
I did not lift this thought from anywhere.
It emerged from chapters 69, 72, 73, 74-
the ones I have lived through.
The universe will not arrange itself
to my wants,
nor conspire on my behalf.
This is not past karma,
not past sin, not future virtue.
This is me as I am.
I am doing my present to myself.
Nothing remains with me
except one desire-
perhaps born from taking birth in a male body.
The heart is male too.
But the mind’s work-
metacognition-
is complete.
The process will continue,
as it always does.
Now it is time for something else.
I am neither nihilist
nor motivational speaker,
neither devotee
nor believer in magic,
nor optimist.
No label.
No chair
in which you can seat me.
You cannot file me in drawers
the way you file the world.
I am not religious,
yet I understand the story of Narasimha:
neither man nor animal,
neither inside nor outside,
neither day nor night,
neither on earth nor sky,
neither weapon nor hand-
only claws.
Sometimes logic must be set aside
and the heart must be heard.
It knows everything.
I know
even what I do not know-
because my heart, my mann, knows.
Many reach this place quickly-
through motivational texts
or plain ignorance.
But if you want to be called an engineer
and claim an engineer’s rights,
you must study,
complete the degree.
Using a screwdriver
makes you a mechanic-
and your rights are those of a mechanic.
Yes, as a human
you can claim a share of nature and earth-
but deserving a right
and receiving it
are not the same thing.
It goes to the one who has worked for it,
who is worthy of it.
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