Thursday, May 19, 2011

Of senses and sensibilities

Where are Anna Hazare and Poonam Pandey now? I mean, do they still blip on your mental radars? Don't you feel cheated by Poonam Pandey? I don't blame you. Why do I say blame? Because I already know the answer.


Most of us shamelessly hopped onto the circuses played out by the national and local media. While they moved onto the next visceral show and pound of meat, we are left in the lurch; shagging and peeing in a no man's land. All pun intended.

I still cannot understand how most of us form idols by observing people from a distance. We give them character and conduct certificates. It's fine if we know those "idols" in person. But no, we don't enjoy that privilege most of the times. We don't take their actions and performances for what they are. We like to go beyond. "Oh, he is such a great man!" "Oh, he is so humble!" "Oh, he is so generous."


We like to believe in the storytellers, not the stories.


When these "great souls" go on to live their lives the way they would have perfectly envisioned in their minds, we feel ditched. We feel cheated, and shortchanged. When the idol courtship ends, out of frustration we are left to masturbating in solitude.


Do not make judgments in life based on relayed perceptions. Trust yourself. If you stand vindicated, you are happy. If you are not, at least you don't get to blame others. That will only lead to more frustration.

Trust only what appeals to your senses. I feel only that is real. Opinions, judgments, analyses do change, and in hindsight may seem silly. But your real experience never cheats you. It's how it was meant to be taken. There is no thinking, mental calibration required. If you feel the need to do it, you are trying to align with the norm. You need not be a norm breaker. In any case, try being true to yourself. That is if you respect and love yourself.


Cherry pick in life and move on. Keep your senses open. Nothing is perfect. Perfection is a myth. Mix and match. Resist being weighed down by dogmas.



Storytellers can cheat you. Stories never will.

Monday, May 02, 2011

grief

To think that the families and relatives of all the victims would be rejoicing upon a single soul's passing away, however purportedly a mega zealot, is utterly juvenile and sad.


No I haven't experienced death ever. I have been fortunate to not have come close to it to celebrate a second life. My first life is way too precious to me to consider the importance of a second one.


But I think death of someone close, or in milder terms, the moving away of near and dear must be so overwhelming that one would have no inclination to allocate time and mental resources to avenge the crime. Forget it. It happens only in movies. There should be no consolations sought here; not the least, the killing of someone. Longing for the departed/victims is, must, should be the only overarching feeling.


To then suggest that they would hit the streets to vent out their joy at the sight of a slain soul would be insulting the love they would have had for their loved ones in the first place.