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.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Why be random?

or more precisely, why so many bloggers (me included) like to call their thoughts as random?

Random means a lack of order... that the writer of blog is not attempting to restore order to meaning. Even if he/ she is writing her thoughts down.. the act of writing is not an act in search of meaning. its in the opposite direction. it is to spill out the elements in our lives that are forcing you to move in different directions. For them, the blog is like a woman's purse.. with countless things inside. to find the think/ thing you really need, you need to turn over the damn thing.



Random means freedom..  To be random is to be not answerable to expectations. To be random is to be not answerable to the reader. The onus of finding meaning is not so much on the blogger as it is on the reader. "What did you think? its a random thought. and since it is random, there is no explanation for it."

Random means without precedence... To be random is to be born new. To come into existence as an accident. To be special. To be random is to be the neo of Matrix, to be the chosen one.. the one who stands apart and guides the whole without participating in the whole.

Random is narcissistic... Random gives a sense of pristine purity.. Miracles are random. Jesus came from Virgin Mary. His coming was highly unusual. It was random.
If we say that our thoughts are random, we are essentially saying that the thoughts were a result of an immaculate conception of our brain/ soul etc. That the thoughts are original. That the precious thoughts had no precedence and deserve to be treated as pioneering thoughts.
Delusional intellectual masturbation.

Random is sudden... Random has a sense of kinetic energy to it. Its new. It gives a sense of arriving without the effort. Its a pleasant surprise.

Random is a delusion of 'the special ones'.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

the world we want to live in

All our acts, our thoughts, our conversations are steps towards the ideal world we want to live in. Isn't it? Consciously or sub consciously. Actively or passively. Violently or placidly. Everything is in service of our dream worlds. someone litters the roads because in his ideal world, everything is available at arm's length and the world revolves around him/her. Another person who sees this and shouts obscenities to the litterer, views his ideal world as clean and one where individuals are aware of their duties, not just their rights and entitlements. another, person who sees these two individuals mid-banter, rolls his eyes and windows and speeds away, wants his world to be free of arguments, he wants his world to be wholly agreeable and sanguine.

Kundera's Ostriches 
A group of ostriches are trying to tell you something. moving their heads &  mouths vigorously. But no sound comes out. There is now a voice to every dream. But no ears to any.
 
Reading the world
so what does the current state of the world tell you about our wishes for this world? (Israel's terror, urban migration, branded water...)
Is it someone's dream world now?
or a result of conflicting dreams and 'a' dream can never shape the world? which one is desirable collectively?

whose wishes succeed?
Who would fight for their dream worlds? who would not?
What happens to those who don't?