Monday, December 31, 2012

Dreaming Death



Rarely does it happen that on a chilly-foggy-December-winter-morning the first thoughts popping in your mind while sipping tea are about something as cold as death. Strange. I mean one could have thought of romantic aspects of the weather-the freshness of dew on flowers, the mystical foggy woods etc etc. Or, just like normal days, about what schedule of gym to follow that day. Or, just like on rare occasions, even thinking about the morning jog- you in your track suit, tearing through the fog blanket and braving the spine-chilling wind, (acknowledging school going children perching out of bus windows), just for a nice stroll on dew-y grass of the park nearby- is understandable and legit. Hell, if nothing else, you have the fresh newspaper to feast on. But death?  I beg your pardon, either you have to be terribly depressed, obsessed with the idea, or you are researching on it. Well my case was rather a mix of all three possibilities.

11pm the previous night:  The cosy quilt, the laptop playing nostalgia-heavy playlists (made in high school), as well as churning out warm breeze from its exhaust indeed induce you into slumber. There’re no worries of pending work, no deadlines to meet, and no exams, just what a typical winter vacation night should be. But the mind is still not at peace. There’s too much going on in there. Lectures series by a young enthusiastic astrophysicist -on how universe originated, how we’ve managed to know what all we know about it, how different theories have all tried to don the Unification theory cap  and have consequently failed to do so, how there might be an upper limit to what human brain can digest about the secrets of our universe, the possibility of multiverses, parallel universes, extra dimensions, the space-time warping, fancied ideas of wormholes, time travel etc - are all too engaging for a brain that has, for quite a while now, stopped caring about the details and become more of a consumer of useless informations(more about this in a later post). Soon enough it gives up, calling it a day, with laptop following suit.

                     I don’t remember when was the last time I thought about death. Maybe it was while watching some documentary on History channel about the ruthless Roman Empire. I was never afraid of death, never paid any heed to it (though I perfectly knew its seriousness), because honestly I never had many things to be possessive about. I used to have small aims, one at a time, if you like. So the fear of leaving life incomplete was rarely there. But as we grow up, our ambitions take shape and these shapes cast our future. You start imagining a bigger collage of your life where you wish to sleekly edit anything that lessens the aesthetics. Possessiveness leads to insecurities and the fear of death increases proportionally. Little deeper introspection clears the air, revealing those truths that most people-running full throttle in their goal chase- would prefer not to talk about.
But it still cannot explain why a sane person-in prime of his not-so-difficult life- would wake up and out of many exciting propositions, thinks about death. I mean there are many contenders for tea-time-thought-brewing, who are way more exciting and fantastic.
 I think the problem with the attitude has to do a lot with one’s surroundings, support system and the outlook. Even when am still engaged in writing this blog, one fragment of my mind has already started the guessing games of what impression this post might have on its readers. This over cautiousness is bound to cause tension and pointless expectations. Why is it so hard for a person to remain original? Maybe it’s the peer pressure, of different sorts and in different disguises that affects your decision making. Maybe it’s the difference between the anticipation and the reality. We all want to behave in a particular way in some particular situation. You weigh-in all the deciding factors-the situation, the people around you, the stakes involved. Your mind does the math and you come up with the most befitting set of actions that will justify your personality. But it’s a myth that all those things are good for your business. I mean good for business yeah, probably, but bad for you, in the longer run. Being natural is seemingly difficult. But it’s the same thing, originality, which will take you all the way.

Now few may argue that being natural and being adaptable are things having no truck with each other. Yes, one doesn’t affect the other, true that. Few might even come up with the sweeping “it-all-depends-on-situation” statement, and this too might fit in here. But the point is when we lose our touch with the true-self, we’re headed for a rough patch of mundane life, which can be something like living life in someone else’s shoes. You might achieve what you once jotted down on your bucket list (which you made when you were a teenager, again under “inspired influence”), you might be striking things off the things-to-do-before-i-die list, but soon enough it will dawn on you that things have changed. The time has moved on, so has the society. But renewing that list never crossed your mind; because perhaps you were too busy running, with the list in your hand, out in the worldly supermarket, still in someone else’s shoes.

But that’s what you find in most of the “Best sellers” in the “Super Achievers” genre, don’t you? They depict the scenario just like this, using most realistic imageries and brilliantly apt metaphors. And no matter how many books you read, unless you are dumb smart enough to follow one such book religiously, you end up with very little to gain and almost nothing to implement. I admit, it is difficult to take a leaf out of these books straightaway. More so in cases where ‘you’ yourself want to remain in that gravity well of negativity, at times making half-hearted attempts (this blog-post for e.g.) despite knowing it won’t help a bit. Now this case is something exceptional, it’s more tiring than reading astronomy books in bed just after a heavy workout, more depressive than any other emotional pangs known to man. Because here the soul simply refuses to lift itself up. Feeding on pity, whiling away precious hours in the name of taking-it-easy and shying away from responsibilities, it all becomes viciously addictive (strange it may sound, people do seek emotional support in the name of ‘being depressed’, not that it’s bad; am not judging). It’ll come up with weird explanations for incompetency; it will cite examples of previous achievements to justify its future actions. At extreme stages, if you were ever intellectually sound in past, thoughts of ‘giving up’ will cross your mind several times- the idea of death becomes THE trouble-shooter. This whole live-your-life thing becomes tiring and the thought of leaving earth for good satiates the soul’s innumerous-unanswered-questions about life (which every person asks at some point of his/her life). Then who plays the spoil sport? After all, the show must go on. You guessed it right, tis Death itself. Extremist thoughts are normalised, and fear of death surmounts (God’s way of telling: Son, life is precious, don’t just throw it away, it can be beautiful). It’s very depressing, to say the least. The whole loop is so tiring and time consuming, apart from the intellectual-bashing-of-a-lifetime that it gives. But it is nothing like other patches of life. Because if dealt with seriously, and I mean SERIOUSLY, this one is capable of beautifully shaping the intellectual side, reinstating the values on which your life will thrive and acts to bring meaning to your life. For how long and how deep you remain in this trench decides your fate. Some get into it early (for myself at age 19, I’d call it early) and might get out late, whereas others might be lucky with a last in first out. It’s all p & c.    

(This post was written hurriedly over a notepad just few minutes after I woke up one fine morning in December 2012 at home. Apart from the grammatical corrections, I never bothered to edit the content per se. It was probably the outburst of the “miserable” past few months-the intensity of which had started affecting even the dreams. That morning I saw the thresholds of sorrow.  So it was like painting the dream itself, sans the colours and brushes. Or maybe it was some sort of a help from the almighty itself, because after that day I was much happier, with following of a chain of events that ensured the happiness lasts. And that was the first step in my wisdom creating a what I call: Charter of one’s life, more about which in next post)

Adieu.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012

No strings attached?


“String theory a.k.a the theory of everything says the universe is made of strings, infinitesimally small. It’s their vibrations that gives shape to our universe. It’s a fascinating theory, giving a picture of exotic physics, at the same time backed up by powerful mathematical proofs”.


 So when I first read about the theory, I immediately drew a social analogy which initially seemed like a mouth-watering proposition for food for thought.  Let’s assume that in near future, some relationship expert proposes a theory in which human relations could be quantified and qualified in terms of dynamics of small invisible strings. It works something like this: the way in which the strings vibrate, how frequently they do so and in which all and how many dimensions, will be the determining variables. And these can be realised irl like this- how frequently you interact with that person, what all things figure in your talks and what genre that relation comes under the predefined categories of our society. The overtones will determine the ups and downs your relationship will experience. You love someone, that’s one instinctive string for you. You hate someone, the unstable string will tell it. The dimensions in which the vibrations take place, define the planes-professional, personal, socio-economical, physical etc. your string constitutes. Friendship’s will be the ones with aggressive vibrations, energetic, with high frequency, often straying in fields of dampening potentials, getting twisted and turned by gravity of situations, elongating as and when the weights get thrown around, but still keeping the bond in most cases.
And then love. Aaah…guess ‘getting on nerves’ will finally have an example, giving a graphical touch to love. If it is one sided, the string is an open ended one. It’ll end the whole genre of poems/pictures who’ve been toy-ing (fantasizing rather) for centuries  with the entity love, using every imagery that even a person high on weed would find difficult to imagine. I’ve seen some true ingeniousness, though, in some of these definitions (the reason I admire few poets), but they all appear to be vague if you’re an experienced player. I think when one ‘falls’ in love, either he’s talking about bungee jumping (with the same string tied to his leg) or he’s falling into black-hole hence being stretched like a string(this one can be thousands of miles long). Anyway, getting back to strings, the conglomerate of strings that entrap a man-in-love will have behaviours of their own. They might be as complex as human dna itself. If your love is reciprocated i.e. If you find ‘the’ partner, your strings pair up, leaving a stable and lively closed loop string. And it is universally agreed on, that you’ll love those nights with your partner where both of you try to decode/explore these strings and develop new ‘connections’. Tingling these strings will give eternal pleasure. Playful pluckings will fill the universe with harmonious tunes and it’ll be like a one giant orchestra, you’ll have the time of your life. And as happens with everything else, soon enough your love will be tested in foreign waters (fluids?) of insecurity and you’ll wonder how to keep the vibrations under check. All frantic efforts to satisfy the boundary conditions set according to society norms will be futile. That’s when the strings can get divided and its scary aspects emerge. It might turn violent thus creating disturbances around, or it may curl onto itself, allowing its vibrations to die out slowly. Its fate is similar to that of Schrödinger’s cat, difference being the poor cat ultimately has to die.
 One usual scenario from my hazy past (and that probably fits in here) I used to noticed when I was in school was the frequent cuts on fair arms of girls. I let the imagination of the string-theorist in me run wild, and it came up with an explanation- in depressing/immature relationships that high school girls are usually in, girls would sometimes get too inquisitive to find whether it’s those ‘strings’ of love that are getting on their nerves! But gore not being their favorite genre, they couldn't go all the way. Superficial excavations were all they could manage. Stupid kids are stupid, especially poor teenagers who've to deal with lot of "relations and hormones" simultaneously. Adults like to keep things simple I guess. Otherwise why would they devise phrases like the one I casually used as the title? But I bet they never saw an explanation for that coming.

(just few minutes into writing this blog-post and its already fascinating; the brain)
Self-realization:
 I’d like my strings to be stable, inert to other strings’ vibrations. In fact I’d like to be string-less, if possible. Relationships have always puzzled me, no matter how much I crave & care for them.  I forcefully tried to increase my appetite for human relations and curb the escapism in me through this post. But now I guess it is a lost cause. Damn! 

Now I fear some modern day Mr Researcher might find this figment of my toilet-time-imagination ‘scientific’ enough to chew on, and might end up inventing some sort of social structure where strings could be forged, manipulated and broken (and hence kill the market of black magic). Cliché much? You never know :P

PS: Right from the beginning, ms-word has been suggesting a ‘fragment revision’ for this line I wrote in beginning:
 “The overtones will determine the ups and downs your relationship will experience”.
WAIT! Now that’s an anomaly, ain’t it? More overtones will imply higher frequency, hence more energetic the string will be. And it can’t be established directly that passionate relationships are the rockiest ones. Energy of strings depends on the brains branes they are tied to, their lengths and their vibrations.
Nice one Microsoft :D

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