Mid day in the month of June.. from around night 10pm to next day 5pm, I had a whirlwind of experiences…
Thinking about self as a ‘scared Sadhu’ (not sacred;) as my lifestyle indicates, I want to be like an ascetic and think and try to figure out many questions deemed philosophical, but don’t want to totally live like a hermit… I’d like to surf internet, check out a new facebook application like ‘what’s your real age’, go out with friends and travel, enjoy, and still have minimum hassles of earning money and work in a business way etc.
Anyway, got on to a train from middle are of Mumbai to north east direction, in a local train, chatted with a man praying to Allah with beads, and discussed religious practices with him, he was about past his 50’s mostly with a round beard and a square cap.
Next a family of 5, husband, wife, 2 girls (maybe aged 7-8 and 3-4, and a 2 year old boy… made a paper bird and gave to the eldest of the girls, the smaller one wanted one for herself, as I didn’t have paper, another passenger next to me tore a piece of paper from some sheets he had with him and gave to me… it was amazing cooperation and harmony around… I couldn’t believe it’s a local train compartment at 11.30pm at night.. the mother of that family was wearing a black Purdah which covered her face, except for eyes, as well… I was stuck by the differences in dressing up, but the same human vein in all of us runs the same and thus everyone socializes and mixes up so quickly and nicely…
Went to a friend’s house, stayed overnight.. chatted about various stuff, argued and analyzed n number of concepts and things… returned back to Mumbai… chatted about psychology near a tea shop, chatted with a taxi driver who drove me back to another near by area, he told me that he’s been working in Mumbai as a taxi driver since 33 years, and now feeling tired of Bombay and wants to go back and settle in his native village… how people call, ‘hey taxi’, as if they are talking to that taxi–automobile and not to a person, the driver… how respect in greeting someone has gone down over the years along with increasing crowd and population.
Reached home, relaxed, ate a mango for lunch, watched some movie… slept.. another ordinary, ‘nothing happened’ day.. of course, thought of a short story called ‘idream’.. and it becoming a movie… an indie film ofcourse.. bye.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
i understand you...
I understand you…
When we say that, we don’t really realize the complexity of emotions..
Let’s harp a bit on those old gender stereotypes… a typical male gesture of denying grief… somebody, let’s a say woman, who has known grief tells him, ‘I understand you’… but she really doesn’t. because a grief-denied is different from a grief-accepted emotional state. Acceptance of ‘grief’ gives it some additional tones (of emotions), and denial of grief may add bit of frustration, guilt, anger etc. in to that state/shade. (we also tend to use other sensory organ words to describe emotions, like a visual, where we say it’s a shade… or say it has a different tone (musical/auditory).
Maybe we really don’t have words to describe emotions in their own category… maybe we haven’t really understood this sixth sensory organ. Of course, ‘emotion’ itself is difficult to define. How much of our thoughts and behavior gets included as ‘emotion’? the difficulty in showing our emotions, like through food (taste), music, paintings, sex & smell (audio, vision, kinesthetic/touch, nose in that order). Maybe smell still remains a bit unknown in definition terms.
We live in a world created by the education and culture etc. to keep us from exploring ourselves. Basically most force is used to learn what’s good behavior (for the society/clan) by elders. Any deviation in thinking/exploring on your own is punished through various systems and emotional blackmails. If subjective reality is not along with THE objective/social/clan reality, then every effort to get them in line through morality to insanity… though I have difficulty in telling them apart ;)
Thus we are taught from early enough to suppress emotions, deny, and most of all not to share and express them. Thus our emotional communication suffers from multiple blocks… sad isn’t it ;)
When we say that, we don’t really realize the complexity of emotions..
Let’s harp a bit on those old gender stereotypes… a typical male gesture of denying grief… somebody, let’s a say woman, who has known grief tells him, ‘I understand you’… but she really doesn’t. because a grief-denied is different from a grief-accepted emotional state. Acceptance of ‘grief’ gives it some additional tones (of emotions), and denial of grief may add bit of frustration, guilt, anger etc. in to that state/shade. (we also tend to use other sensory organ words to describe emotions, like a visual, where we say it’s a shade… or say it has a different tone (musical/auditory).
Maybe we really don’t have words to describe emotions in their own category… maybe we haven’t really understood this sixth sensory organ. Of course, ‘emotion’ itself is difficult to define. How much of our thoughts and behavior gets included as ‘emotion’? the difficulty in showing our emotions, like through food (taste), music, paintings, sex & smell (audio, vision, kinesthetic/touch, nose in that order). Maybe smell still remains a bit unknown in definition terms.
We live in a world created by the education and culture etc. to keep us from exploring ourselves. Basically most force is used to learn what’s good behavior (for the society/clan) by elders. Any deviation in thinking/exploring on your own is punished through various systems and emotional blackmails. If subjective reality is not along with THE objective/social/clan reality, then every effort to get them in line through morality to insanity… though I have difficulty in telling them apart ;)
Thus we are taught from early enough to suppress emotions, deny, and most of all not to share and express them. Thus our emotional communication suffers from multiple blocks… sad isn’t it ;)
Friday, June 12, 2009
re-blog
been away long... from blogging..
currently bit at peace with work schedule... getting a breather... to create some own space.. met some old friends, travelled a bit..
watched lots of movies too..
mainly, movie on john f kennedy's brother, "bobby", and movie starring meryl streep and philip seymour "doubt" stands out.
bobby shows the day and night of bobby kennedy's assassination, kind of like oscar winning 'crash', but bobby's passion, and his repeated usage of word 'compassion' stood out... i had absolutely no idea about this 'bobby' guy to much extent than reading it somewhere... this movie is criticised for bit too emotional, but its not over the top, and enjoyable if not viewed with excessive cynicism.
doubt handles a very sensitive issue.. regarding doubt on a priest's conduct with his altar boy... powerful drama, though might seem bit slow to some.. again compassion or lack of it in even christian institutions stands out in this movie.. compassion which is considered as the main theme of almost all religions in the world often remains in the subconscious level when compared with fanaticism of following rituals...
dawn to dusk, there are 3 parts of this movie. but the part one directed by robert rodriguez and written by quentin tarantino stands out... salma heyek's dance in a everything-in-excess-saloon/bar is amazing... the lawless town of mexico, with 'titty twister' bar/saloon exists in everyman's imagination, i guess... but not easy to accept such a fantasmorgaphic (made up word ;) happenings even to self in this moral policed world... the underage kids in the bar is a touch of genius on the writer's part. of course, its not for everybody.. the guitar and music of this movie of course rocks.
cya guys...
currently bit at peace with work schedule... getting a breather... to create some own space.. met some old friends, travelled a bit..
watched lots of movies too..
mainly, movie on john f kennedy's brother, "bobby", and movie starring meryl streep and philip seymour "doubt" stands out.
bobby shows the day and night of bobby kennedy's assassination, kind of like oscar winning 'crash', but bobby's passion, and his repeated usage of word 'compassion' stood out... i had absolutely no idea about this 'bobby' guy to much extent than reading it somewhere... this movie is criticised for bit too emotional, but its not over the top, and enjoyable if not viewed with excessive cynicism.
doubt handles a very sensitive issue.. regarding doubt on a priest's conduct with his altar boy... powerful drama, though might seem bit slow to some.. again compassion or lack of it in even christian institutions stands out in this movie.. compassion which is considered as the main theme of almost all religions in the world often remains in the subconscious level when compared with fanaticism of following rituals...
dawn to dusk, there are 3 parts of this movie. but the part one directed by robert rodriguez and written by quentin tarantino stands out... salma heyek's dance in a everything-in-excess-saloon/bar is amazing... the lawless town of mexico, with 'titty twister' bar/saloon exists in everyman's imagination, i guess... but not easy to accept such a fantasmorgaphic (made up word ;) happenings even to self in this moral policed world... the underage kids in the bar is a touch of genius on the writer's part. of course, its not for everybody.. the guitar and music of this movie of course rocks.
cya guys...
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