Saturday, February 14, 2015

To know...or not to know...

Hardly we get to renounce the eloquent trappings of overwhelming quotations and their imposing influence on life. Until an age I used to keep buried in quotations for hours fascinated by their sheer charm, brevity and ingenuity - struggling to appreciate the emotional accidence of each on the original utterer. They are more often quoted than understood.

With time I began searching for relevance, connections, subjectivity. Unsure of the exact state I am in, I have lately started succumbing to and, to my surprise, empowering the quotations to unfurl further to give away the meaning I otherwise wouldn't have discovered having approached them with a 'reason'.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

deja vu...

Yes...you heard it before, perhaps even before I could. 

The validation gathered in the accident of having found one's words been said before by someone dearly unknown really pleases...though the question as to who said it first remains indulgently unaddressed indefinitely. 

The dawning of a thought often faces suppression leading to oblivion. Thoughts are decidedly sentimental. Thoughts are living. Thoughts are vindication of cognitive superiority. And thoughts are repetitive...imperceptibly. We shouldn't be ashamed of that.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

a flash...

I never claim singularity for saying new things as, being a reasonably obedient student of life, I've trained to find sense in the most repetitive elements and happenings - both conspicuous and otherwise. I never claim uniqueness. I never claim anything. I just smile back when Life smiles from all corners, stairways, pillars, cobbled alleys, unresolved mazes, order and disorder, anarchy, rain and sunshine. The list is long, receptive and unending.

Photography allows the means and the intent, may not be in that order though, to discover a keenness to find sense - or message in everything...a keenness to requite. It lends a companion. And sometime makes us appreciate reason and unreason alike...

Saturday, September 20, 2014

unreason...accident or the path!

The heretic streaks in my bearing were agreeably threatening to my parents though they did all to let my growing be as untrammelled as possible. 'Unreason' was essentially one of those shining words that I tripped on along this rebellious journey. 

Being and remaining part of a race hounded by an unfounded zeal to find reason behind everything was tiring beyond a point. 

I stepped out one day. I escaped the eventual stampede. 

Only dropping the reason can let us join the continuum. Reasons have a longevity. Unreason allows immortality...the ability to outlive reason.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Bonsaied...more or less!

I had been inexorably obsessed with similes since before I even knew what they stood for. Perhaps I've been thus since before even similes assumed what they are today! My eminent hyperbole is directed to create an illusion of my being there since the beginning of time...to add a brittle credibility to my way of perceiving the world and beyond...something that may crumble to any semblance of hostility!

The business of shuttling between an ever-fledgling core, path to a formless destination (if at all any) and the surround leaves me with an annoying feeling of a 'Bonsai'ed plant...to give off the impression of a mature tree but in reality being meticulously dwarfed through root-pruning. I've found this celebrated Japanese art-form as much unjust as in denial of life. So likening inner state to the muted Bonasai'ed plant was but convenient...effortless.

We grow yet ask our thoughts to remain unaging...fossilised...stalled...Bonsaied!

Saturday, January 19, 2013

'...apne hone pe yakeen ho gaya'

every journey outside my zone of comfort serves two-way, stretches the boundary of comfort and makes me reevaluate the elements causing the supposed discomfort.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

There are readers - indifferent, random. And there are readers for authors – for Dickens, Naipaul or Amitav Ghosh et al. And then there are readers like me disavowed by either – for defecting fronts brazenly. This indiscriminate reading particularly did make me read some of most fascinating writings in my life so far. And that fact more than justified my being and remaining an unpatterned reader forever!
I believe in serendipity. Sometime when I was experiencing the fabled reader’s block, unsure of what to pick and what not to, a well-read friend lent me ‘Jonathan Livingston Seagull’...something that launched my lifelong association with rebel Seagulls and humans. Until then I neither knew Richard Bach nor his great Gull!
Book Review, being a subjective exercise, liberally allows the prerogative to share one’s stand however weird it may sound. And that’s what made me take a bottom-up view of this timeless classic...and reflect if it were the sheer juvenile urge to revolt against authority or some other lofty idea, that couldn’t be realized having conformed to norms, which made Jonathan an outcast, though a glorious one...and eventually return to the ‘Breakfast Flock’ to forgive…and leave a legacy. He knew how a Rebellion varied from Insubordination. 
The business of freedom does not flourish in haste, brooks no compromise. I feel the reader needs some handholding around the storyline. It’s about Jonathan the Seagull who, seized with a passion for flight, defies the limitations of seagull life what eventually leads to his expulsion from their society. Undaunted Jonathan continues his flight to soar higher. He, an outcast, joins a society where every gull enjoys flying as much. Here he tastes the ‘unlimited idea of freedom’. Jonathan then returns to the Breakfast Flock to forgive and share his immense experience. Jonathan leaves his legacy through Fletcher Lynd.
I would have merrily agreed to Roger Ebert’s stamping this novel as ‘banal’ had it ended with Jonathan’s departure and his aspirational joining of the new flying club. But it didn’t. What startled me more than anything was his conscious return to his flock to share his wisdom. Forgiving was an obvious ‘Passing condition’. His conversation with Fletcher, his protégé, starts with ”Do you want to fly so much that you will forgive the Flock, and learn, and go back to them one day and work to help them know?” – a lesson he learns through life and vigilantly passes on cased in a query. Almost everyone is Jonathan – but in parts. Some revel in knowing they can fly, some really fly, some fly beyond and some fly beyond to return to root. And those who return consummated become Jonathan the Seagull. The breakfast flock would always be around!
Read the novel…and if you have already, be Jonathan!

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