Agamya Jing-Wei: Tales of an Intellectual

Agamya Jing-Wei: Tales of an Intellectual

“The wall is a bullet-

The great state is a big stick-

The communist party ends here-

Brazil”

The above is a brief poem that I wrote at the age of 5 while riding on a train for the first time through the vast landscapes of India. Even then I like to think I had a heightened sense of self-importance. It was not until I was 13 that I knew I was right. So as I sit here drinking a cup of darjeeling tea I would like to give all of you a thought “ask not what is growing on the world of invented freedom but when this cage I like to call society will be lifted”

My name is Agamya Jing-Wei. This is however, not the name that my non-paleoanthropic parents gave to me. At the time of my birth they did not know that Cari Smith would be such a small name for such a grand person, and so I legally changed my name to Agamya Jing-Wei. A name defines a person. It is what people will remember at the time I first meet them and it is also what people will remember after I am gone. I chose my first name Agamya because of its Hindi meaning for knowledge and wisdom. My last name Jing-Wei which is the Chinese name meaning a small bird.

As you could probably tell by reading I am very cultured, but culture does not always translate into intellectualism, however, it does in my case. I like to think of myself as an amateur philosopher an amateur who is wiser than those credited such as Plato. Hats block our thoughts from getting into the universe. That is just one of my philosophies I follow strictly. A Buddhist Monk I met once in Thailand a few years back used to tell me to read what ought to be considered a cult of a thousand points of light. So my question to you is, have you? If you have not read what ought to be considered a thousand points of light then you should not continue to read this. Below I leave a few more of my thoughts for you to be inspired by. This is not the last of me and I hope that my experiences that are far grander than yours continue to enlighten the inferior.

“We think what we are which will be that in which we know ourselves”

“Blue sweaters in sweatshops smell like child sweat”

“A scarf in the wind is the end of communism but the start of a new socialist nation”

“Rows of books, rows or cars, rows of spoons, rows of boats, rows of people—none of which are free”

“A fork in me- the end

A fork in the road- the beginning

A fork on a plate- the end of world hunger”

-Agamya Jing-Wei