BEING AND BECOMING

Each day I find a new judgment of the Supreme Court, breaks its own record of pages, writes too voluminously to be read by an ordinary mind like me. I have read somewhere a story about Swami Vivekananda who had to write a letter to his friend, but that letter was slightly long than expected. In the last paragraph of his letter he regretted with this statement, "I am sorry for this long letter. I don't have time to write a short one"! Writing something important in few words is an art which is learnt not in few days. In post-modern society discourses are like bubbles which remain for the time a new story replaces it with flourishing convictions. World Netizens, in a Cybernetics World love to express thoughts in few words; emoji expresses there more convincingly than sudden meetings of two strangers! Between these two extreme poles, an Aristotelean "golden mean" is desirable for the sake of avoiding "epysto-suicide" (Epysto-suicide here means a fatal s

"Being and time determine each other reciprocally, but in such a manner that neither can the former - Being - be addressed as something temporal nor can the latter - time - be addressed as a being", writes Martin Heidegger. Here 'Being' denotes the ultimate truth, either the supreme reality or nothingness. Every being perceives self in past-present-future trilogy, while the past creates a picture of self through cultural influences, present organises the self as per changing moods and anxiety, and the future projects the self ahead of its reality. In that way the biggest illusion a self suffers with, is its authenticity to project itself before reaching to its nothingness. To make it simple, the biggest crisis for Heidegger is that beings are leading towards inauthentic life. Most of the beings don't care about the reality of nothingness. Or at least they want to flee away from self to alleviate the anxiety of death. They don't to think that the death is re

I like reading the Sunday Morning edition of the Hindu, particularly Columnwith and Book reviews. One of the writers who write in Sunday Edition is Keerthik Sasidharan. Today, he has beautifully caricatured "The Purpose of Keeping a Diary", in his column he explains this phenomenon as an act of unburdening, like Kafka did when he announced in his dairy, "Germany has declared war against Russia" on August 2, 1914. Similarly, Ruchir Joshi has portrayed "A Day in the Digital Desert". Can we live a day without a phone, television, or camera? Why do we rely on Digital gadgets more than friends and colleagues? Mini Kapoor is ready to sketch a reading journey of ours. In Book review section I get atleast a clue about what is being written and thought off. One of my friends has written a book from the Last Man perspective, and in the morning, has sent me his manuscript. I'm feeling blessed to have all these literary companians. I'm not willing to be ad

Gandhian Constitution, though unwritten by Gandhi himself, provides the lucid details about power, and its devolution in a democracy. Democracy and Market are juxtaposed as if both are a natural corollary to each-other; as if market serves the purpose nothing less than democracy. But any bare eye could expose its mask, the way market monopolize powers in hands of a few at the cost of 'sub-alterisation' of many 'bewild herds' (here I'm referring Gramsci, The Prison Notebooks and Chomsky, Manufacturing Consent). The Blackstonean ephitah of hierarchical normalisation presumed a Utopian council of 'super-legislature', the wise men, governors, who are Nietzschean Superman, capable to create and distort the very fate of birth. The origin of Totalitarianism aftermath of the First World War is attributed to the very birth of Messiah who is omnipresceient and omnipresent, capable to rewrite the myth of what it means to be the glorious revolution in a life of human

I have come to know from a source of authenticity that a wise man is someone who knows where to speak a word of wisdom, where to begin a discourse without fear of self-censorship. In fact, every space has its own unique discourse, in fact, each and every such a discourse remains centred around some specific demands to fullfil with, or anticipation to comply with, otherwise an alien discourse, with its sideffect, shocks and disturbs the marble conscience of the civilized men! Nonetheless, I dare here couple of days in a week to express on my wall, which doesn't appear be a sense of pragmatism, but I write what I feel, after each and every self-moving journey with an author of repute and authenticity. Though, I avoid any hypothesis or conjectures in the beginning, but at the end, what I write cannot be proved but felt; I don't know what's the urgency to prove anything or everything; or desire to reduce emotions in numerical value. In that way, I would like to ask, can some

ज़िन्दगी जब चंद कागज के पन्नों में कैद हो, कल्पनायें जब कुछ सिक्को में मौन हो, रिश्ते जब अविस्वास के दामन में आँख मिचौली खेले, दर्द जब अपना होते हुए भी पराया सा लगे, समझ लो जीवन अब ज़िन्दा नहीं है। भीड़ जब सही गलत को तौले, न्याय जब स्वाद में बदल जाये, प्रेम जब जिस्म में घर कर जाये, ज़िन्दगी जब दौड़ सा हो जाये, समझ लो जीवन अब ज़िन्दा नहीं है। हिंसा जब वाणी को समर्पित हो, समर्पण जब कमजोरी बन जाये, बचपन जब मासूम ना रह जाये, धर्म जब व्यवस्था सा हो जाये, समझ लो जीवन अब ज़िन्दा नहीं है।

I don't write unless subdued and liberated by creative urge. There are plenty of facts to share but none to believe. Facts are not after all independent in its existence. They're the born babies of human artefacts,  mostly created for the sake of some pressing urgency, sometimes elevated in godly fashion, most of the time fascinated with Methodism and structural biasness of Modernism. Modernism has not yet been achieved though modernisation as a process has established many a factories of facts. The proud scientism has obsessed many a social scientists to create the truth of his choice with the selection-non-selection method. This world is not so black and white; the grey colour could be emboldened to suit what is desirable. Knowledge is afterall not what we know, but what is desirable! Facts are the units around which the life of a knowledge system is worshiped, beyond which you're susceptible to blasphemy. The quest for repitive laws are too ugly to feel what is truly u