I’ve been ruminating about life and such…
I now like painting more than ever…
I’ll buy our mentors some sweets soon… eeee !!
The mind is conditioned to practice within a range of established thresholds in a system with varying patterns.
Any observed change in the patterns that fall outside of the threshold-bounds triggers the attention.
The delta of this deviation is under scrutiny. The time window of the observation leads to a biased view.
For the occurrence of the deviation should be understood in a wider time window.
Seeking to understand the variance in a shorter window skews the analysis.
Imagine a mapping between the frequencies of sound and their use by way of written form and the pattern based learning that establishes the thresholds.
Changing the patterns and the thresholds produces a variety in the system.
Majestic bus terminal; is a sight to see early mornings.
The bustle of the town just starting…
Look at those fresh newspapers, the restaurants with their welcoming food and the chills of the past-night vanishing in the warmth inside the restaurants.
The menu is exhaustive and yet there are few choices that are the real sellers.
Coffee is a given.
I once waited here on one of these platforms, on a stone bench facing the red buses and the early morning crowd of office workers- hurrying.
I was seeking a job here then and knew little of the city, perhaps almost nothing except the terminus I was in. Asking people, looking up route boards and clearly looking, lost.
I explored the just filling terminus and waited for my bus or my friend to pick me up. Looking around seeing what’s this bustle all about…
Here again I was, at what I believe to be the same stone bench.
Looking at the red buses and the rushing people eager to reach some place.
Some people who were clearly new to the city looking lost and looking up the routes…
Exploring the terminus. Maybe find their bus or wait for their friends or family….
The bustle beings gradually and reaches a hectic fury as the day becomes warmer…
Changing times, places, people and fortunes.
But did anything really change for me?
This time around, I managed to guide a few lost people.
I recall being taught a verse by a poet someone whose identity I have to research.
He being a poet philosopher of some kind had chosen the language that is easily understood by the common folk of his generation.
The importance of this literature merited its inclusion in out hindi coursework at school.
Our old hindi master taught us this verse written in a lyrical form that is easy to memorize and conducive for retention.
It goes”Sadhu sang hari bhagati bin kachi na avai hath”.
Roughly translated it says “one does not receive anything sans in-company of sadhus and devotion to the concept of hari”
The veracity of this statement in my mind stems from the cursory readings of Job and Solomon.
I leave it to the reader’ imagination what hari and sadhus mean.
For when zen teachings are filled in books titled “Buddha in blue jeans” it brings to mind the evolution of these terms and changes it so much from the idolized image(in the indian context) of sadhus wearing saffron and others colors; other colors: to signify the prevalent historic teachers of all religion in a multi-cultural India.
Some like Petra of Jekyl & Hyde raise this bar in their rock fatigues.
I’m sure there’ll be many others across time; I’m yet to encounter.
Was out there for an after lunch walk contemplating when I ran into this guy who supposedly hails from Andhra ; speaks at-least three languages one of it being music.
Trying to please the crowd with his chunes from a hindi movie, trying to make a buck maybe; walking the streets in a busy crowd that didn’t really hear. For there was no stage for him.
That didn’t stop him.
He walks toward yet another office building, yet another Italian cafe seeking no permission but to just perform.
He may be raving mad for all I know but the image stuck.
Didn’t get his name though; there was no need to.
Say hi to him for me when you find him yourself.
If recent news feeds of my friend list are to be analyzed with the mind-eye of the past, they bring to my mind the forced necessity for societal conformity on their part.
Anger had been stoked in them:the humble metamorphised into the widely misunderstood show offs.
If my childhood memories of these people are to be trusted they were people talented beyond measure, pioneers who overshadowed many of us in their chosen interests. They were people who were literary giants and artists, people who invented things deserving praise for ingenuity and frugality.
Resources were limited and the only money they had was of talent and ability. Have met many such wonderful folks throughout my childhood and beyond.
Where appearances belied the fact of the genius within them which the society thought as different or strange.
They projected introvertness and they spun tales of depression for their obvious lack of social points.
Some managed to escape the eyes of the public by fierce battles against the vulture-like jury which ended in a complete breaking off with the society that plagued them with ridicule and dealings of ostracism.
I found an old references in a work of Bacon: ” Cato, surnamed the Censor, one of the wisest men indeed that ever lived, when Carnedes the philosopher came in embassage to Rome, and that the young men of Rome began to flock about him, being allured with the sweetness and majesty of his eloquence and learning, gave counsel in open senate that they should give him his dispatch with all speed, lest he should infect and enchant the minds and affections of the youth, and at unawares bring in an alteration of the manners and customs of the state. ” that aptly summarizes the experience of ostracism that one sees everywhere these days.
When authors write stories about their childhood lives being stereotyped as “japs” and “chinks” just because of their remote association and heritage, one imagines a society far lost in the past; almost medieval in thinking and just not cosmopolitan and civilized.
Further the truth as noted by renowned sociologists in the readers digest a couple of months ago testifies to the fact that this practice of alienation and disrespect is still prevalent in contemporary Indian mindset, seeing people of African descent residing in the country as someone to be belittled without any cause.
This is again witnessed in the recent dealings as reported in the print media; on some crime in calangute relating to some anti social elements which conjured up a blanket term to discredit an entire community based on nationality of a single person.
It is disheartening to see such attitude prevalent in this country at this point of time; when Indian identity is at its peak in the global scene(as I see it with my limited world view. help from the brutal crimes against women in the country
has put us on the global news)
Some of the values that were ingrained into us was to see the differing cultural identities of people as valuable avenues to experience the wider human thought and cultural ideas of our species.
When people are limited by the constraints of time and money that prevent them from experiencing one of the joys of travel: experiencing different cultures. This mindset of the nation that alienates people is simply disenchanting to say the least.
Back to the main point of stories in my friend list: a desperate attempt by the natives to impress to a society that clearly doesn’t understand the global lives we live in.
When the brunt of the society- the expectations and dreams that are setreotypically forced on the said native geniuses, they become the much disliked show offs posting images of the foreign cuisine on their social media feeds to win socially normalcy and not be seen an outcast who went astray and unsuccessful in their careers of their chosen childhood interests. I can empathize.
The human identity which the country valued in the past should again be the core of our world view.
And the definition of success must be rethought with valid assessments based on values and virtues; ignoring the society’s expectations which are; imo greatly uneducated.
There are some of us who take this idea farther and see life in all things in the universe.
A connection, one with the stars in this singular pale blue dot of a planet.
I recently went out to observe the city that I live in, to look more closely at the happenings which one usually misses be engrossed in work.
Being attuned to seeing the routine traffic one surely misses the drama that plays out in broad daylight.
People move about without the slightest inclination towards the dangers that these places are filled with.
From the bustling office buildings to the happy go lucky college kids people are engrossed in their own worlds to heed to the dangers present around them.
One does not miss the broken roads and vehicle smoke in this developing city. The numbers of pedestrian deaths as reported in the print media is simply staggering. In a country like ours where there is a dearth of financial protection for an individual; safety of life is the most valuable piece of resource one desires.
This stratified city holds varies dangers that have a far reaching consequences on the society it helps build. Under the cover of darkness or during the the early light the city wakes up to nefarious activities.
The rains cause havoc to the movement of people, the media highlights things when the emotions of people are high. As with all things, we are quick to forget.
The city with a substantial migrant population, the scenes of helplessness of the traveling population
during the recent holiday season was bewildering. People rely on public transport more than even. In my limited world view this city has the best connectivity I have experienced. It just cant keep up.
A huge population uses alternate forms of transport only to later realize the exponential risk that it involves.
Communities are growing up that use alternate commuting techniques to leave a lesser carbon footprint, sounds glamorous and efficient but the ironically these are not sustainable without the desired impetus that is in my view lacking.
Every new year’s party turns sour by news of unfriendly felonies. What grinds out collective gears is the un ending turmoil. As with all things, we forget.
All forms of social media is now flush with activities over the recent violence on hapless victims in the city’s ATMs and people are only now shocked.
Granted one is to expect such things in a city of this size and population. We hear efforts are underway by the authorities to curb by making monitoring of the machine and other prolific hot spots.
But the machinery that drives these crimes are still humming. If one puts the city under the microscope in our untrained eyes it fails to qualify as a modern city worthy of praise for security and future prospects.
A talk by a professor at the university of Texas at Dallas, discussing the impressionist time periods; describes the state of the society during the then modernization of Paris.
The growing sense of reform in the layouts of the city meant a complete rethink of the way the old city had to be taken forward.
Amidst the troubled times of unequal social stratification brought about by the construction projects there emerged a new kind of society that simply wanted a better city to live in.
He goes on to explain how the much admired contemporary city owes it existence to the forward thinking of the planners of the city.
And the influence it had on the entire art movement inspiring a new art form so to speak. Changes of that scale meant a heavy burden which was borne by the society unwillingly or otherwise to reshape the landscape. What has emerged if one has to believe the historians is an brand new city.
Having only visited these places on streetview my claims maybe bold. But one simply cannot deny the organization of the city verified with GIS systems.
Many miss the alternate views of the city due to lack of time or sheer loss of focus IMO all it takes is a carefully selected wardrobe and a choice of words to take a look under the microscope. In other words just go look YMMV. And as usual, the goodness of the city is not a focus for minds like us that are critical for the most part.
By reporting these one is careful not to side with any party, views are personal and reflective in nature and not to be confused with bigotry.
There are times when one wonders how much the media we consume shapes our world view. These past few blog posts were about such effects I have observed in the extended family and others around me.
There are these TV series junkies everywhere. The captivating reality that these other worlds present have been getting out of hand lately.
The duck tales and talespin are replaced with something callled ben 10 which I’ll never understand.
Let me pause talking about these types of toons for a minute and tell you an interesting story about a series-watching-aunt that I know of.
It is a well known and well published fact down here in south India that the prime time Tv in the evening is the reason many uncles miss their ideal supper time.
The captivating things these long running series provide to these tired minds is a thing of fascination in itself.
Some observations and analysis:
The ultra slow motion of a villainous looking actress walking down a staircase; suitably fused with a bewildered looking hapless folks waiting patiently at the base; is a thing of genius on the director’ part.
With this single repertoire countless emotions are projected- pity these become the “poor dead horse beaten with a bone dry stick to the depths of hell” in every series that is shown.
I sadly imagine how my aunt who watches will react to reality, How slow must she be wanting to see such a scene in her real life?
If this is the trademark of series made here it aptly ends with a ‘to be continued…’ to keep the fire burning.
These media elements has given rise to a generation of raged niece and nephews who never visit these folks in their old age for fear of having to sit through another daunting episode of such turmoil.
Imagine my pain when I realized the whole neighbourhood and even the state (which speaks the same tongue ) watches these same regional programs religiously.
I maybe quick to judge but there is an element of truth when I say: these programs incite biased judgment about real people.
When this is all you consume every waking hour of your day in a society where others do the same: you’ll have some serious dearth of reality in you.
I imagine how a single dose of lonely dark wilderness will crash their tv reality.
An evil smile spreads across my face as I look up over the spread open comics into which I was immersed just moments ago.
Needless to point out the irony!
Was on a short walk that took me through the familiar streets; it was that time of the day when the sun sets and the skies color up.
Found the familiar vantage point that overlooks a creek, have been here before; the views are familiar but something is different – the changing position of the sun and thus the seasons have changed the view.
I could trace out the flow of the waters, trickling down; making its way towards some seen but forgotten place.
I rest assured knowing it will connect with other water bodies from other places.
Their journeys different. What stories they hold, what secrets they have learnt through the tumultuous journey through the rocks and the grasslands they had come over. Taking the same paths many may have taken before them from when is really not the question.
For each time the light changes the views different the plants are new this time. Green and white and black and brown they show themselves to me.
The landscape has changed, marshes have formed solidified in some places, the water levels have dwindled over time leaving behind the gentle slops craving the landscape. What is now here is a semblance of the previous travelers.
The same path but in a different time and that makes the real difference.
Random shrubs have taken over the places their colors different but they look up towards the heavens all the same. How did these shrubs come about, which bird or creature of the lands brought forth the seeds that got them here in their journey to consume all that the planet provides for them at this place. To live and perhaps to pass on their tales.
Random passerbys tele communicate the state of the chilly weather to people
far off, separated by time and space. The light, the weather and the state of things are different elsewhere.
These folks attempt to share their story of the moment in the hopes of transferring their experience of the now to someone else. They talk of the measures they took today to quench themselves of the cold weather. The discribe the coffee; hot they had it seems to relieve themselves. The language they use is agreed and understood by the others on the recieving end. They make up the mental imagery of what cold means; using the experiences of their life to make the judgment.
When there are countless words in some other languages to precisely convey the range of temperature the word cold means.
Here they have but a single word: cold to describe what they feel. Our experiences conveyed this way is restricted by the limited vocabulary of the language and perhaps by the language.
What one truly feels cannot be communicated this way.
How different are we from the other creatures that inhabit this place in the now: limited by their life experiences in truly knowing the state of things. Sharing the reality with others is a difficult thing. The language is different, how unique is then the sense of the individual mind.
How do other creatures then sense the world around them, do they share the same language. Can we be the other creatures if we know this language ?
Could we perhaps unravel something greater if we did this. What limitations to understanding could we shatter ?
What awaits those who transcend if transcend is the right word to use here.
Could we perhaps listen to the trickles of the water and uncover their meaning.
Is this pursuit even the worthy of us. What boundaries exist but for the simple desire to seek the secret of the language.
Is there a universal language that we could learn and perhaps use and someday to make these boundaries dissolve to reveal the true nature of the reality.
What sacrifices are we to give to make this possible? To understand and perhaps live in this alternate reality as an alternate being, forever on the journey that countless others have taken, their paths marked only by the traces they left and continue to leave on the landscape of space, time and something else too.
What started as an attempt to convey the sense of being to another has now opened up more questions than answers.