BEING AND BECOMING

After a long time, I have got an opportunity to listen deeply the voice echoing in my consciousness. In listening, I find the disappearance of conceptions built from the seeds thriving in my consciousness. Those seeds are there and evolving since millennia, yet their understanding is too raw to draw any definite conclusion. It is only in observing their formations one can witness the unity of everything amidst pluralities and diversities. I am amazed to see that people often talk about plurality of choices, plurality of perceptions and understandings, plurality of thoughts and values, but they stop looking deeply to the mental formations appear on the surface level of mind. They don’t pay heed to the similarity of experiences shared by all the creatures in the universe. They don’t see how our craving to survive and the fulfilment of appetites are one shared reality. Just like every flower appears to be unique but its formations reveal the sun, earth, water, and clouds, etc. in it, and ...

In quest of peace our mind wanders  But peace is nowhere in future N ever ever lived in past Past is utopia, a plaything of memory Future is an image, a caricature of imagination From thousands of years life is finding and losing itself  Manifesting and blossoming Take it as a form, it is always becoming Take it as the essence, it has remained eternal Desire to win is aspired by a loser Fear to lose is thought by a winner Those who find defeat in every victory and triumph in every loss is sovereign Perfection is a malady, a desire of logician  It lives in thought and dies in disappointment  Mountains are not spherical Clouds are not triangle Trees are not symmetrical Yet nature accomplishes the harmony in imperfections Teach without words Play without expectation Love without consideration Live without ambition Life is not thought It is lived. 

O ne day of solitude with less food and more contemplation has made me at ease to accept my vulnerabilities and to be humble about my achievements. When I was sitting silently and observing my emotions I found the fragility of mind and its quest for security. I was also aware of my mind's constant strive to fulfil some voidness inheres in me. That void comes from my understanding that I am imperfect, incomplete, raw, amateur, and that requires efforts to get a perfect state of my being. That perfect state, I observe since my awareness of consciousness, never arrived. I have tried many entertaining things to get a finished circle but a few dots move in a circumference to make the incomplete sphere and my efforts turn to be futile to run after a heavenly perfection contemplated in platonic literature.  I have found in the morning that fragility is a matter of celebration. Most of the tough minds who aspire for grand maturity turn out to be too vulnerable to be tolerated. Our history ...

Every judgment of the Constitutional court solves and unsolves certain fundamental questions. Court often takes two steps forward and one step backward (Shklar). Navtej Johar was rightly celebrated as a progressive judgment which recognised same sex relationships on the touchstone of constitutional morality. In a way, judgment progressively explored the colonial and post-colonial politics and reviewed Section 377, IPC from the perspective of constitutional morality emanating from the "objective purposive interpretation",  a concept devised by Justice Aharon Barack, a former judge of Israel Supreme Court. NALSA judgment already went ahead with the recommendations to broaden the scope of reservation policy in India to allow the constitutional protection of sexual minorities. The latest judgment has attracted widespread criticism from the intellectuals. Many of them have argued that the Court has not taken its responsibility in protecting the rights of sexual minorities. There i...

Righting wrong or wronging right; Play of reason or fancy flights; Morning hope and gloomy night; Sketching dreams on darkened sight. Blooming hate and crazy drive; Cloak-like ways and organic strives; Empty heart but ambitious voice; Mechanised bonds and constricted choice. Parochial freedoms and faking joys;  Estranged souls but impoverished rise; Hardening will and innocence quite; Childish hopes and hopeless ride.

  Language speaks the Man; Causes agony and pleasure; Determines falsehood and truthfulness; Verifies integrity and insincerity; Codifies civilization and its Discontents. Language determines the silences; Its repressive instabilities; Its meanings and meaninglessness; Its peace and cacophonous violence. In language civilizations talk; Explicate the colours of barbarity;  Normality and abnormalities; Honour and immodesty. Language draws the borders of nations; Its constitution and sovereignty; It governs and governed; Records and recorded; Confesses and confessed; Condemns and condemned.  What else is man?  If not thought and feelings. What else is thought? If not the nomos? What else is nomos? If not the script. Whose signs enunciate; The codes of lives; Its physics and metaphysics; Its facts and norms; Truly, Language speaks the Man.

Colours of rainbow; Twinkling of stars; None is the place; If not coloured in imagination. O Human all too humans. Little rays in pervading shadow; Blooming flowers in silent meadow; Dance of desire and void of echo; Try not, let it be, as it is; O Human all too humans. All too struggles; In a piece of paper; For a piece of paper; Shades of identity; Engraved at parochial image-maker; Limitless claims, labours in vain; From alien time traveller; Boast not O talkative creature  ; O Human all too humans.