Skip to main content

Musing against 'Institutional Fetishism'

Modern life is a fit case of routinized boredom. What it seems to be 'Modern' is itself a question of complex character, though its referent is presupposed as something which is against the tradition. Traditional values were revered by society in pre-renaissance centuries. After technoctic shift in the vision of life; from individualistic preferences to 'Institutional Fetishism'; Church, Muth, or Temple became the centre of power, (Weber names it Traditional Authorities) copouled with the sacred vision of life. In a new power game a twist could be traced in the "Protastant Movement" in the leadership of Martin Luther and Calvin- a new Spirit of Age (Chomsky, Manufacturing Consent), or to say so, a new "Ethics" of peculiar kind emerged (Max Weber, Protastant Ethics and the Spirit of Capitalism), which is reflecteed in the Auto biography of Benjamin Franklin. Max Weber defends his hypothesis with a subtle differentiation between what it appears to be "Capitalism" and "the Spirit of Capitalism". While the Capitalism was and is a universal phenomenon since antiquity, on the other hand, the "Ethics or Spirit of Capitalism" is concerned, it could be traced after the "Lutherean Calling Spirit emerged", and Profit making values and conduct became the ideal notions of the exemplary kind. Once Economy was running after the needs of everyone, now it started running after the pure profit motive. Here profit becomes an end itself instead of leisure or pleasure. With the requirements of a system of profit to run, more predictable, calculabe, and rationalized law was required. This is the way english jurists like Hobbes, Bentham, Austin, and Hart, went back to the Romans, particularly Justinian Code, to bring back a codified and rationalized law, and in a way people like Henry Maine condemned Indian Legal systems, due to its unpredictablity. The Idlyc Village (Max Mueller, The Sacred Books of the East) Community in India was never prone to 'Institutional Fetishism'. They had certain other ideals to cherish upon. Interestingly, the White Men Burden had achieved their goal; they did create some machinized men who, in the name of Free Labour and Free Market, became the champion of Liberty and Secularism. They all play with institutions, and remain within the boundary of it. But they ignored the very limitations of Institutions. For that it was required to have capable humans who could sail it through. The money making machines are afterall expert in knowing money and expropriating it more than investing in human's capabilities. This is how the baffling and miserable life of humans on this planet started and is still continue. Nowadays, the Money and Power are two Sovereign Masters to modify the Benthamite Utilitarian Calculus; the two life goals around which every other feathers and features revolve on.
Good night!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का

पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।

Time and Love

Time passes by Like moving in a train of thoughts Its sequence is always forward Vibrating like a cosmic dance of Shiva Time is creating and engulfing The little waves of the ocean Going where? Nobody knows Like a dream does not have a destination It is as true as any absurd play With friends of pleasure It moves like speed of light With friends of need It is felt like a moving river Allowing a little moments of thoughts Before everything becomes a history With friends of virtue Time becomes a sublime touch Soothing and healing the pain Becoming a spectator To watch the cries and follies Beauty and ugliness The rainbow of joy And an album of suffering Time touches Yet it remains aloof Like Purush is witnessing The colours of prakriti Yet remains unblemished And untouched The union of two is always mystical Their touch is a source Of creation and transformation Time is witnessing everything In its sequential movements Who is witnessing time? What is independent of the originatio...

Dreamer

Empty is mirror, Yet it reflects what is. Chit is absolute abyss, Yet it contains the existence, Like unending horizons of sky. Chit in bond with manas, Creates and witnesses, The playful dance of life. Shunyata is the absolute truth, Yet it is all of the possible worlds. Out of its voidness, World appears and disappears. Is it real or unreal? Or merely the Dream, Of all the possible dreams? If it is the case, Who is dreaming, the dreams of all? The One, the Cosmos. What if the One is also a figment of imagination? What if the world is a poetic creation? And the Poet has deployed itself, In every form of poetry? The poetry of life. What if only bhokta is bhojan? Only observer is observed? Only worshiper is worshipped? Only subject is object? All are the waves of same Ocean.