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In Quest of a Credible Story

It's hard to believe sometimes that human existence itself is a fiction of highest kind! What makes us distinctive is a story or combinations of stories, language driven reality, or technology driven hyper-reality. Here, every writer has various stories to tell; a better story teller is someone who makes his/her stories rational and plausible ones. That's it. How does it make a difference, except it convinces those consumers and their thirst for some new stories to come?

The boredom of human's life is filled up by the stories which sometimes amuse us, sometimes appear painful. Every story which shocks us is really a story of innovation which proves this hypothesis again and again that our life has a possibility to transcend from its inherent boredom. Problem is always there when nothing shocks or disturbs us; that is something called a "new normal", Hannah Arendt names it the "Banality of Evil" (Hannah Arrendt, Eichman Trail in Jerusalem). Milgarm experiment proved this phenomenon with plausible and convincing reasoning that one who is a better story teller can attract some clamping hands, the "faithful obedience", even though that story is away from anything, known as a real phenomenon. In post-modern human condition every visual presentation creates a reality better than a real one; this hyper reality is a "New Real" in that sense. In a world of social media this "New Real" is working on with some fictitious stories, a new myth generator which has effectively enhanced human cogtion to the degree of "New Real". Here, the "Right to be Anonymous" is not respected or desirable, instead visibility is one and only condition, which enables a success-story. Every such story is unreal, unless it is visible with "New Real" reason and vision. Working and get paid cannot be said as two variables of a real success story; only visibility is the precondition to have a "New Real" possibility. The blurred line of famous and infamous has already been thinned and obliterated. The post-modern world has created various story-tellers, but there is dearth of one credible story. This age has created all the mass and electronic medias, but there is not a single vision for peace and happiness. The mass consumption of informations has incredibly damaged the very capacity of judgment. Today, we are prone to instinct not less than any other animal, however, subject to the condition that every instinctual reflection is rationalized through game like language. This is, to me, a Hegelian cycle of history of human evolution which took their first leap as a story teller with the growth of language, but life has remained instinctual, non-reflective, and sentimental at the end of it. Here, it would be apt to remember Rousseau when he writes, "Reason unites the people and the sentiment divides them". This post-renaissance affirmation has already been denied in a hyper-real world. Our world has never been one even before globalisation or post-globalisation period. It is full of worlds, very much local, parochial and sentimental. In fact, the highest rationality is itself another story which was once appreciated now its credibility has been eclipsed by a "New Real" world in making. 

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