Thursday, August 21, 2014

Happy Independence day.

By Chittaprosad from DAG's collection
Freedom as a revolutionary act
Overthrowing the oppressor
violently or not
its always an act of upsetting the power centers.
Essential for it, is a shared future
however narrowly defined.
It is seldom an individual's act. It is an act of belonging (even if it is done alone).
It is essential and useless in almost equal measures.
Essential to assert our existence.
Useless due to our inability to comprehend the full scope of change.
Often we hurtle ourselves from under one oppressive foot to another.
Freedom from.. something
merely shifts our concerns from many oppressors,
to the one we are ready to tackle.


Punishment sisyph.jpg
"Punishment sisyph" by Titian.
Freedom as (exercise of and negotiation of) control(s)

There is no one ideal world
and yet, to achieve one, many people have to converge.
In a fight to design the utopia of your choice
one has to exercise control (and consequent oppression)
It is for the ones who completely understand the consequences of their freedom
or for the ones who are completely blind to them. 


Freedom as a feeling
Wide stretched hands and face against wind.
this symbolizes freedom to the concrete dwelling urban creatures.
So oppressed by one's own superego
they impose enjoyment on themselves.
Unmoored, unhinged, the individual lives life as an illusion. the illusion of freedom.


Freedom as anarchy
"Meri Marzi"
The only notion of freedom as understood by us Indians.
The anally retentive infant wants itself at the center of the universe.
The illusion of consequence-less, responsibility less lives
Its this faux freedom that is dragging the world down.

Freedom as an inevitable responsibility


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

why do people claim to be OCD or Dyslexic? (when they are not)


 and why not claim to be diarrheatic, malarial and other more plausible conditions?

"Plastinated Human Body Worlds San Diego" by Pattymooney - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.


body v/s  mind
shame. Blame it on Christianity, blame it on conservative idiots around the world - body is just not what it used to be. Covered with clothes, body is the eternal source of shame. So when a body system goes haywire, the instinct is to hide it.

concrete v/s vague
Body, by virtue of being available to touch, smell, see to ourselves; is real to us. It's existence is concrete and finite. Reality is solvable. Reality is boring.
The working of mind remains a delicious enigma. A mystery that is for the most part, unyielding to human curiosity. Or even when it does yield, it peels out in confusing different directions.


old v/s new
Conditions of the body have been known to us from long ago.. well atleast that is what we assume.
Awareness of the conditions of mind are very new. What were witch craft & laziness not too long ago, now are real conditions of brain.

 Association: disabling v/s  adding to ability in surprising new ways
Conditions of body are simple with their meanings. They enable or disable in very specific ways.
With conditions of mind, that is not the case. What might be a handicap, might help in a certain unknown way. or atleast that is the fantasy. Perhaps, your dyslexia is a symptom of your creative instincts. That dyslexia means a certain kind of as yet hidden genius. That OCD might have certain class connotations.


A problem v/s an identity
To be Dyslexic is to possibly be an artist, to be a survivor of an anguish filled childhood. To be Dyslexic is to be misunderstood, to have survived internal battles, to be a hero. When people identify with Dyslexia (who are not actually Dyslexic), perhaps they are trying to identify with these experiences, qualities.

For a person who is not an OCD, the debilitating anxiety is perhaps hidden.. what they see instead is the sometimes magnificent outcomes of this behavior. A mastery over the space and time around the person.

Monday, July 28, 2014

wishing for rainy traffic jams

The heat has been oppressive. Four month long, uninterrupted oven of a city. Well, a sauna actually. a sauna that uses hot sand and car fumes instead of steam. Gurgaon is a fucking pollution-powered sauna in the summer. We are sure to face water shortage this year. Inflation is going to skin our appetites.
and then the most amazing thing happened today morning. Grey clouds appeared.
After weeks of evading rains, Gurgaon is finally hosting the gray clouds, albeit reluctantly. Its been quite a few hours since their arrival and yet, no rain is forthcoming. (excuse the sad excuse for a sprinkle a little while ago.)
I imagine people and animals would spontaneously erupt in joyous break dance when the rain come to stay.
McDonald's and KFC will serve only pakoras and chai.
I imagine the collective gazes of a million expectant eyes on the clouds would punch little holes in the clouds through which water will pour out.

and then I overheard a girl complaining about the impending rain "Can you imagine the traffic Jam on MG road now".

What do you say to that? 
When did convenience became so integral to our lives to the exclusion of everything else around us?
What does it mean that your first reaction to an obvious good thing is a complaint about convenience? 
Why is it that you are detached to the people who are going to benefit from this rain.. I understand that the efforts needed to get water to your tap is inivisble to you, paid for in your society maintenance. But surely, you should be aware of what water means to us (humans)?
Why is that you are detached from the earth and air.. I understand that you forever live in air conditioned bubbles and never dare step out of one. Do you have any idea what you are missing out on? If you can't enjoy the drop of rain on your skin, the gust of wind on your cheeks, would you ever really know intimacy?

 if rain were fueled by wishes, i would be really worried now.