UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Leon Devanan (born Tejpersaud Devanan 28 July 1960 – 26 January 2023), and Neta U. Devanan (born Neta U. Kanhai 09 March 1955 – 11 June 2023)
In this webpage, I, Cde Deon Devanan, endeavor to, with all sentiments of compassion, humility, and well-meaning to the reader, establish,
A WEBPAGE.
Look forward to its continued growth, comrades.
i. LEON DEVANAN
ii. Neta Devanan
iv. society, and musings thereof,
v. culture, and its interplay with society,
vi. Media which might warrant discussion and debate
viii. Thoughts on life
ix. Man's inhumanity to man
x. Taft-Hartley Act
a. Labor theory of value
xi. Cats
a. placeholder
Welp, you've landed here. Good luck. I don't know what exactly I intend to do with this in the end, but whatever exists at the time of your landing is what exists; peruse at your leisure I suppose!
Don't you know it takes ten times more effort to go up stairs than down? Defying gravity is no easy task, woman! —Okabe Rintarō
Past features will go here
Or, what passes for one in this modern era, I suppose:
And while this all remains a great work in progress, above is an itemized list of random topics for discussion. However, this webpage was primarily founded by me to memorialize my parents, in my own particular way. As the three of us lived intensely private lives nestled away in the great state of Ohio, I have perspective on the latter years of their lives which unless I submit to the record, as I have done here, will simply never be recorded. This is why I urge contributions from anyone who lands here seeking my parents. Any words, photographs, or sentiments that you wish to see added shall be done so, verbatim and unaltered. Otherwise, I suppose this is a little space for me, a little corner of the internet that I can call my own. I have no desire or need for social media, but it is somewhat comforting to know that I do exist somewhere in my own words, somewhere out there in the ether. Even if its existence, outside of remembering my parents (do see their respective pages, i and ii), could be seen as a vanity project serving to benefit my own self. Ah well.
Did anyone truly believe that I possessed the extravagance of sanity?