Why to name it?

Questions are strange proportions. Proportions in the sense,they lend harmonious arrangement or relation of parts or elements within a whole design. Yes. Questions lend balance to uncertainties and evolve in to what they speak for - realisation of paradigms. They indeed are strange proportions.

But my thoughts over their authority to existence and evolution has led me to writing this. The generalia acceptance is that, the realisation of existence is the proof of it. This is the base on which knowledge has been acknowledged over the years. But of late, even in theoritical physics, the evolution has led to quantum entanglement from just classical qunatum physics. And i feel it is time we understand the same for all the age old praxis, which, rooted in realisation, spell the death knell for the unseen.

I rue why indefinitive things cannot command existence in this world. Do everything that has been reasoned out do imply the reason that define them? It pains to realise that we catch holdof the purpose defining the reason rather than the other way.

I wish to quote a small but interesting example. When back from a hard day's work, energy completely drained out, you pine to take a bath. Open the shower, feel the first few droplets of that lukewarm ( or what is it??) -- there is a feeling that transcends all languages and description, a sense of pain and bliss that whips every muscle and nervelets and as the water reaches the floor, you sense as though you are washed away in the cosmos, floating the best moment of your time. You can simply cannot capture this feeling in a single word, leave alone in English, in any language. This doesnt mean the language is lame; but there is a terminal point after which the expression or reasoning fail. The word ceases to exit. The power of sensation defeats the power of expression. You cannot see it, you are in a no man's land; you dont have the power to explain it and you give a name and a character. And more appalling is that, you never know if thats what it actually is!

Silence frightens. Darkness frightens more. Entities that metaphor lacunae fill our hearts with insecurity. "Let there be Light" is everyone's prophecy here. We fail to acknowledge that beauty and sense is not proprietious to definitives alone. I feel a feeling undefined, a meaning unexplained - one much similar to a tamarind leaflet's journey wafting through a brook - that flows through the interrogatives. Let us listen to them. The music of silence. The shades of darkness. The peace in red and the gore in white. ( I am sorry if that lasts sounds a little leftist..haha.)

Acceptance and denials are the pans of the balance of cognizance. But the world has erraneously calibrated it to nullify the inherent visciousness.

I want us to leave the unanswered lead a life of their own. Answers are for cretins. What you say?

P.S: 1. The stimulus for this post was my intuitive denial to Chomsky's statement that knowledge and probability of existence is directly relative to the effectiveness of expression of the same.
2.I am not averse to the basic human instinct of logic and knowledge, but I have seen on many occasions, to me, the conclusion and derivatives professed just doesnt fit in. I am thankful to K.B. and Kannadasan, as men who had silently inspired me to see things from this plane, and admire the unanswered, and not push them to extinction by passing biased judgement.

11:41 P.M.

Inebriating and fuddling share a common place in the dictionary. But astonishingly to my experience, I have,more often than not, have found out that people seem to be more "sane" when taken over by the magic potion. The outrageous explosion of thoughts and perspectives that pour out with a a glass of beer or whisky, have got me thinking on this for quite some time.

STOP.

Vikki, my roommate and a really interesting character, usually turns delirious when he takes his favourite "8 PM" was at his best on this Tuesday too. We had our "Minnalae" throughout ( it has almost become ritualistic of Vikki to have this one running when he drinks) and the other praxis which Vikki faithfully follows when he is in the mood - shouts of beatitude which would make a wild boar shrink in shame, uninterrupted - though bursty - belly laughs over things which only he could laugh at ( e.g. can you ever imagine a person who can ever laugh at his own laughter? He does it for a reason which only he is aware of !! He keeps on going till panting for breath) and some eclectic collection of songs which are nurtured with perfervidity by him. The series of cheers and "bottoms-up" ( as we call it ) went well in to the night considering the fact that the liturgy started around 9 p.m.

STOP.

When he had turned tired of all the hullabaloo ( I rather think that the bottle was nearly empty had dampened his spirits), we went out "for a walk" ( his metaphor for having a puff -his last for the day) and came back to lay our backs to rest, we went on fiddling on the usual topics that are picked up for discussion at that part of the night - how the day went for each of us, the recent developments if any in our respective organisations and other then-current happenings. Slowly, we were drawn to a discussion on the Srilankan Tamils and their plight. Vikki, then referred to one of his school mates by name Janakan - a kid whose family had a grocery shop in the heart of the business hub of Colombo - but had to leave their homeland with 2 sacks of rice and one lakh in cash - lamming to Rameswaram ( a small town in the southern tip of the country - entry point for Srilankan Tamils considering proximity and affability of the town to them). He went on with details on his yores with Janakan - the conspicuous peculiarity in his accent (considering the fact that they speak the same language as we do), the legerity he possessed ( courtesy the priliminary training given to every Tamil child by the LTTE).

Just as I was thinking on what makes people push to the brink of leaving their homeland parting with the fortunes hard-earned all their lives ( considering the barren fact that they can never be sure of reaching the shores - they could be done away with by either the Srilankan Navy or the Indian Coast Guard ), Vikki said "Even though we may excogitate on the details of cause,effect and eventualities of the them, we may never be able to capture the real suffering they go through. And this holds true for all the leaders who voice their interests in favour of the Srilankan Tamil diaspora." More than the words, the ineptitude that resonated in his words was what striked me.And above it, the responsibilty that he assumed , submitting for his ineptitude, was the unbelievable aspect of all.

Imagine the shamlessness and excruciation of spirit every man would undergo to see his wife or sister enacting the most pristine of acts of nature - give birth to an offspring - under blazing sun or biting cold , with bombshells and pullalating sounds of Kalashnikovs resonating to the pangs of the female. The bombings of Iraq ( advertised by Rumsfeld to be more successful than the Aucshwitz) - ironically when i did a Google, the latest killing in Iraq, a bombing which had killed 21 children was only an hour old ; the utter barbarism to explode a geletin in the vagina of a 16 year old - after being gang raped- and much more - for we only to ponder that we dont get to see HBO in Chennai!! Indians on the whole should be collectively be ashamed of the fact that the aid that flew in to Kashmir during the recent earthquake was a pittance compared to the ones that flew in for Gujarat and Nagapattinam. Do we innately approve of the fact that we dont recognise Kashmir - in letter and spirit - a part of India??? It is not our inability to generate thought process than money is what concerns me most.Introspecting further, the people in the South have always remained immune to the misfortunes of the people to the north of Tropic of Cancer.This is not a case with our nation alone, but the world over - where passion for violence, unrest and anarchy forplays to satiate the hidden demons - and the general public shun their thoughts to self and the four walls that they dwelve in.

Every nerve and sinew of mine aches to understand the commanility that links these - the intoxication that we derive on fresh smelling blood and splattered flesh. There is a certain fascination associated with violence and the beatitude the beast derives out of it will not die out even after generations.

Here in lies the responsibility of the spirit to acknowledge and empathise with the countless sufferings of people across the globe. Though we cant do a Bharathi or Che Guevera, every act of ours should be valued with the responsibility it carries - be it what we eat, dress, speak and the intagibles ; its not an advocacy for certain act or intiative that but for the reorientation of the stream of thinking of every individual - however miniscule it may be - by which, in some means or other, atleast few souls would go to sleep one night to awake to peace and freedom.

Cheers,
Avinash.

P.S: 1. I sincerely believe the thoughts and efforts of every individual influences someone in some corner of this world ( Call it Butterfly theory or whatsoever).
2. If you find the content meandering across multitudinous paths, for it was my attempt to capture the complete array of thoughts that "I" went through while penning this down.
3. Though I have titled the post with the time myself and Vikki had this discussion, it took a lot of "I" to put it down. As Vikki said, you may never know the pains and suffering that I went through during my 3 days on this piece.
4. And as long as it gets me and others "thinking" and acting accordingly, I wish to say many more Cheers to Vikki and his 8 P.M!!!!

The Reason

Anything to "live" needs a reason-just about anything.And I need one too.I in the sense not the I you call out to, but the "I" I would really like to scream out to. And this one and many ( I presume, and also pre-empt to deny the world calling me sly) to follow would in essence arbiter this bargain between i and "I". There may be an end- for elements to which we perceive can never be - or they can never be one - for which the justice is accepted which the world dare to renege- but, the tussle would go on between i and "I". And here, i want a third one ( and thats I too!) to tread the middle path advocating for the two. All this I quote as The Reason behind this one, and the hidden reason - i hate to disclose - is for once I want "I" to speak and the world to listen!

Cheers,

Avinash.