Saturday, March 17, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Ghalib and Philosophical Idealism!
'Hasti ke mat fareb mein aajiyo aey Asad
Aalam tamaam Halqah-e-daam-e-Khayaal hai' - Ghalib
Aalam tamaam Halqah-e-daam-e-Khayaal hai' - Ghalib
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Chaos within, Chaos without!
It is 11 March 2012. Here I am wasting my time on my blog. As I compose this post of mine, I don't exactly know for what purpose I am writing it. Neither do I know where exactly my current flow of thought will lead me. Complete uncertainty surrounds life at times. May be its one of those days for me too. This is not the first time I am encountering such a state of affairs. In fact it has become quite a routine now. What is happening to me? I don't know. How do I feel? I don't know again. Nevertheless, whatever it is, its not a pleasant state of mind .
I think there is certainly something wrong with me. May be I think too much. May be I like to think of myself as a thinking man when in reality I may not be such a person. Sometimes I think I need to indulge myself in some work or keep myself busy to avoid thinking. But then I will only be able to indulge myself in some work when I will actually stop thinking. What should I do? Where should I go? I know not. Is this a punishment or a reward? I know not.
I am not a human being. Perhaps, I am nobody. Frustration, resentment and self-destruction defines me. May be life is manifesting its dark side in me. Light serves no purpose when one is blind. Eyes are of no value when there is complete darkness. My life lacks light and today I feel completely blind too. Imagine how terrible one's life would be when absurd claims like these make more sense to oneself than one's very own ordinary daily life.
My mind speaks to me. It lacks direction but still forces me to keep on moving despite being cognizant of being lost. Alas! its time to come to terms with my ultimate fate. My life is nothing but chaos within and chaos without.
I think there is certainly something wrong with me. May be I think too much. May be I like to think of myself as a thinking man when in reality I may not be such a person. Sometimes I think I need to indulge myself in some work or keep myself busy to avoid thinking. But then I will only be able to indulge myself in some work when I will actually stop thinking. What should I do? Where should I go? I know not. Is this a punishment or a reward? I know not.
I am not a human being. Perhaps, I am nobody. Frustration, resentment and self-destruction defines me. May be life is manifesting its dark side in me. Light serves no purpose when one is blind. Eyes are of no value when there is complete darkness. My life lacks light and today I feel completely blind too. Imagine how terrible one's life would be when absurd claims like these make more sense to oneself than one's very own ordinary daily life.
My mind speaks to me. It lacks direction but still forces me to keep on moving despite being cognizant of being lost. Alas! its time to come to terms with my ultimate fate. My life is nothing but chaos within and chaos without.
What is Life!
'' The purpose of life is to reconcile us to its eventual loss. ” Julian Barnes from Sense of an Ending
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks - Neruda
All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Person in Love.
I have quite often wondered about the nature of love. The popular image of love never ceases to amaze me. Its laden with false ideas and misconceptions. Things like fidelity, sincerity, longevity and a kind of benign symbiosis are considered to be essential characteristics of love. When in reality they may not have anything to do with it. The problem lies in seeing love only as a romantic concept when in reality it may be one of the most destructive concepts. It has the tendency to corrupt the clear perception of a person. No wonder a person in love quite often over estimates his own abilities.
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