"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 real. Most of the people assume that one who dies is other. This is the authentic reason the way people want to be young all the time. We are busy for nothing. We don't want to know why are we here? Why are all these sufferings? Why do we die? We instead think about weather, the beauty competition, cricket, movie masala. We want to forget about the self, about nothingness, about the existence or death. This forgetfulness and anxiety to free from self has created a crisis of duplicity. Are we really living the way we are in true self? Or self itself is a false bubble who will disappear for nothing? Can't we project us better before reaching a point of saturations? Can't we live in meaningful ways before the ultimate Being takes its place? Can't we really ask some questions of vital importance than roaming around the city of fasle gods? Heidegger is challenging us with his Dasein. His self is not under-seige, instead he is creating a meaning of his self before nothingness will swallow his being into Being.
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।
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