Who Cares.......??

Who Cares, who cares about whom? About anything, about everything? the question, the issue, as simple and transparent it might seems but it is a crucial -- And poses as a question, not an imperative, but inclining imperative towards implicit. So, within the question lies an answer, a presumed answer consisting of actions by us.....

We are the one suppose to care..

Well, history doesn't!! Great men and women from all ages have come to get some fame, but that can be just short lived phenomenon. Others get famous for something they didnt do, others didnt even exist but are mere Legends and some don't get the credit for what they have done because someone decided to leave their contributions out of history books; as it was done with many women writers, composers and painters..

A question of canonnization that shows the mercilessness of such acts and of history itself. History is not another word of past... we do not know the past, nor the present and leave alone the future..What we see history is the past constructed by us.... events and persons treated like fiction in a novel; And the mask of scientific exploration guides us into believing it to be ral...But the difference between so called Dreams and so called Reality..what our mind consumes it makes it real - we remember things from our drams in our reality and from reality in our dreams...

Nature also doesn't care... And with nature i refer to the struggle of life going on in the ecosystems of the world.. the weak will perish... But who is weak? Size does not matter, neither force as proved by our little fellows all over the world, those tiny six or eight legged creatures or even the non-legged single cell organisms; they constitute the vast majority of Earth's population, Not us!! Adaptation to the surroundings as well as cleverness, flexiblity and intelligence but most important of all, hope and community - that's the receipe for survival!!!

A predator might look like mighty and dangerous, but when his prey disappears, the hunter will go too – but a prey doesn’t need a hunter to prosper. It is our own responsibility to survive.... when we should once be gone, nature will find someone to fill our place. Nature is indifferent to us – she has to take care of all her children, we are just one of them. That we are most important ones and most evolved ones is just a description created by our egotism

So, if it were not the function of history or nature to care about us, wouldn’t it be our turn? To take care of ourselves and also of nature?

Better said, we would not exactly be taking care of nature but just repairing the damage we have done. Our civilization is worthless to nature, its we who needs houses, agriculture and technology to survive. But why do we seem not to care?

Well that notion of ‘we’ might sound a bit harsh, and for sure its always wrong to judge all just by looking at few, but that’s irrelevant to outcome. Guilt is irrelevant if nothing is left, guilt doesn’t matter in a war, guilt is something, which the conscience and history have to deal with... the consequence will be faced by all.

Responsibility is a much broader concept than originally understood.

But even when we think of God caring about us, that’s no reason for us not to care for ourselves. We are not supposed to lean back, relaxed....!!!

Exploration into the Unexplained...continued

Had a talk with a History prof...and then discussion went towards the Unknown part...and i found new insights in my quest for The UNKNOWN ....

......We may not be able to deconstruct all the unexplianed parts of the reality (what is reality anyway??) - each solution leads to a new puzzle - leading us to modify the world around us to a certain extent.

This ability of modification, of creation, works not only in one but two different basic directions - conventionally understood as Good and Evil . And since there is no purity in matter - there is always a mixture of elements...the material world comes out to be an imperfect one!! A world full of risks and dangers..

These shadows are the essence of our realities, minds fighting the fight of Good vs Evil everday anew. Salvation and damnation are the states not to be achieved in the material world; but as long as we live there is hope!!

I myself with this: is torn into two seemingly different angles that of science and religion. So, there is pretty much a conflict within both the positions. But sometimes what seems to be a conflict: Loses its border and flows fluently into each other, into an amorphus existence defying my definations...and with tendencies within Literature and Philosphymoving towards less definitive view of reality(namely post-structuralism), I think that the presumed conflict is nothing but our own "Construction".

We cannot hide behind our own conventional wisdom or traditional beliefs. The edifice of understanding has to be built anew, eachday, for each individual.

Quite a responsibility, isnt it!!!

But the post-structuralists perspective needs to define allthe additional variables, which might influence the result of any reflections. I think that's why this perspective should be a very personal, very private one : for it needs to take into account the character of individual, which is writing or speaking the respective phraese and words (including me of course!!). And the resistance of the writer or the speaker to reveal all his or her most private thoughts...will always lead to a point where the data given would be "inconclusive".........

And then we are back to square one!!

And one thing that i have realized is this not the proof, it can't be. This is about personal perspectives and reflections nothing more.....

Exploration into the Unexplained...

Was thinking for the past one hour ..why some things are incomprehensible? like they are encrypted.. but that unknown part itself makes me more inquisitive and eager to explore..
And with kind of events happening constantly around me..some times i feel like the luckiest guy around 'coz my life is so exciting ..everyweek something or the other just comes banging on my door..(hell!! i'm deviating from the purpose). These lines below were the few of the answers i came up with .....

There is always something special about the idea of unexplained - for the unexplained resist classification... resists being thrown into a certain scheme ..resist being restricted by some artificial boundaries... resists being systematically undiscovered... being diminished.

Infinty is undefinable, Undiminishable - infinity minus something still stays infinite.
The Unexplained itself, dealing with infinity and eternity and unpredictable phenomenon belongs to infinity.
That's why it is special: it knows no definition...its UNEXPLAINED!!

But ...well nothing is that easy to (un)define. Infinity does include some very finite aspects, some deconstructable properties , some areas where not the results but some of the variables are known, where - to certain extent - a model can be created to approach this from a certain angle.....

....this will continue.. Demystifying the (Un)known!!

Eyes ...of Innocence!

The face was blank as a white paper....
The only feature that conveyed was the eyes. Those were very deep, like an ocean. There was immense visionary calmness, and a lot of composure. Surely like an ocean they carried; they guarded - like a treasure.
Although that can’t be said as a treasure, but something that kept me thinking. It was very staggered. Was there sadness, some shock, or they were afraid of something. Something they didn’t wanted to reveal. I would never ever know it.
The face was as innocent as eyes. Like the innocence, of a born child, of a trapped ignorant animal.
They were very deep, dark, quiet, appealing and very bright. The brightness, the darkness together in contrast made them shine, like the shine of moist green leaves, the shine of first drop of rain. I kept looking at them, the immense emotions in those eyes.
They were self-meditated. There was a lot of synchronous harmony of emotions. This harmony was intoxicating, an outgrowing trauma of non-defensive gesture.
When those eyes looked at mine, I couldn’t look at them. They asked something, something I couldn’t answer. They kept staring for long, for an hour or so, but then I couldn’t. Truly they were the mirrors of its self, a very complex in nature.
They represented an unguarded fantasy of a child. A fantasy that embarked a psychic presence of an illusion lurking in the mind. They were inexplicable. There was some sort of recalcitrant occult ness in those eyes. They had a complex web of pain that had solidified over time, unable to communicate the doubts and vulnerability of its non-volatile stare.
That disturbing encounter testified the human reflection through eyes. Once seen, there happens to be a drift to that hyperactive stare of those eyes. It was a kind of hallmark of its own emotional mind that remained introverted and fluorescent to the onlooker who always wondered as an enquirer of the reasons behind it....and then I realized.. mirror infront of me was whispiring it all !!

Manifestation of SELF...

A friend just send me these beautifully written lines....
Really thought Provoking!!!
It took me atleast an hour to absorb everything..and another two hours contemplating ..

"
Form is transient...;
Feeling is transient...;
Perception is transient...;
Constructions are transient...;
Consciousness is transient.

This transience is suffering! What is suffering is no-self!
What is no-self should be seen as it really is with correct understanding thus:
'This is not mine, this I am not, this is not my self!'
When one sees this thus, as it really is with correct understanding,
one maintains no views on what is past...
When one maintains no more views regarding the past,
one neither maintains any views about the future...
When one has relinquished any views relating to the future,
one is not being possessed by stubborn glinging.
Having no trace of immovable glinging left, the mind becomes disillusioned regarding.....
Form...
Feeling...
Perception...
Mental constructions, and
Consciousness..

By that it is released from the mental fermentations through detached non-clinging...
By being released, it is stilled...
By being stilled, it is content...
By being content, it is not agitated...
Being unagitated, one indeed attains Nirvana! Right there and then!!
one instantly understands:

'Ended is this process of rebirth, this Noble Life has been lived, done is what had to be done,
there is no state beyond this... "


but it left many questions answered ...
What is Nirvana??..just a state of mind!!!

Who am I ? if I am devoid of my own SELF??

The Unknown was never so intriguing!!

Where is Thought?

Where is Thought?

If a thought is on paper, does that thought becomes more REAL?
Does it then have a life of its own?
Why is it that a thought feels good to Hold,
like a document in my hand, or under my arm
........or even under a PEN?
Does it improve if it is altered by another human persepective?
Does it become better if shared with many?

Where is Thought if it never leaves the Thinker?


Every thing around evokes a thought..but where does it lead..??

Finally....phew!!

After a interminable events happening in my life, I am back ..but this time just like the Albatros..I'll rise from my ashes and take a majestic flight into where I belong...
The Undiscovered and The Unexplored...

I wont repeat the mistakes..earlier i blogged 'coz was too tired of writing on paper (yeah! my left hand always complained of not being part of my writings!). So, it was more or less my diary entry ..kind of my life's chronicle!

but THIS time(i know after a few high spirited efforts i'll be back on my old ways..) things will improve...It will be more enriching (for me atleast!)....


And the story unfolds....