Time and Space
10:21 pm
One of those days when one is philosophical. One of those days when one tries to look beyond, or tries to look beyond, this and that. Here and there.
Transcend Time and Space.
One contemplates the meaning, the purpose behind a certified education. A piece of paper with a fancy stamp deciding that one is educated. Why must one have a career? To a earn a living? Why, then, are women educated these days, why is it fashionable to educate a woman in today’s time and space where it is still socially acceptable for them to live off their husbands’ money. And why isn’t it acceptable for men to do so? To live off their wives’ money? How does that challenge one’s masculinity? How does that affirm one’s feminity? To earn a living? Uneducated people can be rich too. it’s the skill that counts, does it not? And why go to Harvard, Yale, Oxford, MIT, IIT, IIM? Any mediocre college degree ensures a job. Why must one do the best? Why must one earn so much that one cannot even spend? One contemplates wealth as well.
One contemplates Honour. That individual who is, clearly, more important than you, your desires. Who is this Mr. Honour? Or is it a “Miss”? Where’d he come from? Who invited him? Why does he dwell amidst humans, in our time and space? Mr. Honour rules us. We are his slaves. Everything must be done keeping him in mind. We don’t want him to go away. Why though? Why give him that time and space? One contemplates that.
One contemplates wisdom. Why must one seek it? Why must one be wise? Stupid people have survived, are surviving and will go on surviving across time and space. Across time and space, wisdom is threatened. Why is it then supposed to be desired?
One contemplates knowledge. What’s the point? If “ignorance is bliss”, how is knowledge also “power”? Why did the Biblical (Old Testament’s) God forbid Adam for seeking knowledge? Because “thou shall surely die”? But Adam did not die. Was it spiritual death, then? One contemplates spirituality and all religions as well. But the point remains, why must anyone take in knowledge at all? Why not blissfully exist in ignorance?
One contemplates ignorance. Is it absolute? Can one truly embrace it? Prince Siddhartha’s (the prince is also popularly known as Gautam Buddha) father did everything in his power to keep the prince in ignorance. He failed. Ignorance, even ignorance, is not absolute.
One contemplates power. If you have it, people loath you because you have power they don’t. If you have it, people respect you, admire you, because you have power they don’t. If you don’t have it, you’re not worth the attention.
One contemplates honesty. What does one get out of being honest? Peace of mind? Isn’t Superego just an echo of the society, the time and space? Who gives them this power, this right? Why give them this power, this right? If honesty is all that glorius, then why does the same echo of society shun most of it? Why not allow the honesty to speak about one’s desires, one’s own body, one’s own mind, one’s injustice, one’s entrapment in the time and space. Why not honestly speak about the Divide. The Divide of gender (man & woman, boy & girl, blue & pink, toy cars & Barbie sets, protection & protégée), class, creed, religion, ethnicity, culture, regions, nations, language, tradition….
One contemplates love.
One contemplates love for one’s family. It’s unconditional. One loves their family because they are one’s family. Blood ties are hard to severe for one really does love them. But the angle of ‘like’, of ‘compatibility’ might never come in for one loves their family unconditionally. And dearly. Is it love, though? Binding one to the given time and space? Crushing their individuality so that one “fits in”? Ofcourse one wants that for their family, for them to “fit in”, because they love them. Curb personal desires…really personal ones like alternate sexuality or alternate career (tattoo-maker?) because they should fit in for one wants that, because they love that one.
One contemplates platonic love. One writes sonnets, one admires the beauty. That, one declares, is love. Love for the soul, not the body. But platonic love, is often, at first sight. One loves the individual, puts the beloved at a pedestal (so high, their head might spin!). One does not want the beloved for personal satisfaction. That, one declares, is love, the kind that transcends time and space. But one does not give the beloved a voice. It matters not, that the beloved does not give a damn.
One contemplates unrequited love. One cries, becomes a wreck to prove their love. One writes poems and in today’s time and space, blog those poems. Not caring that the beloved, the one written about, does not want that attention from that one. One insists on letting the other know “I love you” a million times, not caring to keep in mind that it distresses that beloved. One might keep it shut and die with the memory of the person who didn’t care for you.
One contemplates requited love. Is it real? Is it forever? Is it happiness? Why, why must one have that? Can’t a person live like that, alone? But one is never alone. One has oneself. One cherishes this one, but one is devilishly insecure about this one too.
One contemplates love for friends. Are they really there for you always? Then why do they covet your few treasures, and you theirs?
One contemplates life. It will end someday. Why not end it now? But is it worth it, ending it now? It does not ensure an absence of afterlife. And an afterlife is a life transcending time and space. This life is silly, the other might be sillier. Better to continue with silly?
One contemplates Time And Space. One contemplates on and on.
Transcend Time and Space.
One contemplates the meaning, the purpose behind a certified education. A piece of paper with a fancy stamp deciding that one is educated. Why must one have a career? To a earn a living? Why, then, are women educated these days, why is it fashionable to educate a woman in today’s time and space where it is still socially acceptable for them to live off their husbands’ money. And why isn’t it acceptable for men to do so? To live off their wives’ money? How does that challenge one’s masculinity? How does that affirm one’s feminity? To earn a living? Uneducated people can be rich too. it’s the skill that counts, does it not? And why go to Harvard, Yale, Oxford, MIT, IIT, IIM? Any mediocre college degree ensures a job. Why must one do the best? Why must one earn so much that one cannot even spend? One contemplates wealth as well.
One contemplates Honour. That individual who is, clearly, more important than you, your desires. Who is this Mr. Honour? Or is it a “Miss”? Where’d he come from? Who invited him? Why does he dwell amidst humans, in our time and space? Mr. Honour rules us. We are his slaves. Everything must be done keeping him in mind. We don’t want him to go away. Why though? Why give him that time and space? One contemplates that.
One contemplates wisdom. Why must one seek it? Why must one be wise? Stupid people have survived, are surviving and will go on surviving across time and space. Across time and space, wisdom is threatened. Why is it then supposed to be desired?
One contemplates knowledge. What’s the point? If “ignorance is bliss”, how is knowledge also “power”? Why did the Biblical (Old Testament’s) God forbid Adam for seeking knowledge? Because “thou shall surely die”? But Adam did not die. Was it spiritual death, then? One contemplates spirituality and all religions as well. But the point remains, why must anyone take in knowledge at all? Why not blissfully exist in ignorance?
One contemplates ignorance. Is it absolute? Can one truly embrace it? Prince Siddhartha’s (the prince is also popularly known as Gautam Buddha) father did everything in his power to keep the prince in ignorance. He failed. Ignorance, even ignorance, is not absolute.
One contemplates power. If you have it, people loath you because you have power they don’t. If you have it, people respect you, admire you, because you have power they don’t. If you don’t have it, you’re not worth the attention.
One contemplates honesty. What does one get out of being honest? Peace of mind? Isn’t Superego just an echo of the society, the time and space? Who gives them this power, this right? Why give them this power, this right? If honesty is all that glorius, then why does the same echo of society shun most of it? Why not allow the honesty to speak about one’s desires, one’s own body, one’s own mind, one’s injustice, one’s entrapment in the time and space. Why not honestly speak about the Divide. The Divide of gender (man & woman, boy & girl, blue & pink, toy cars & Barbie sets, protection & protégée), class, creed, religion, ethnicity, culture, regions, nations, language, tradition….
One contemplates love.
One contemplates love for one’s family. It’s unconditional. One loves their family because they are one’s family. Blood ties are hard to severe for one really does love them. But the angle of ‘like’, of ‘compatibility’ might never come in for one loves their family unconditionally. And dearly. Is it love, though? Binding one to the given time and space? Crushing their individuality so that one “fits in”? Ofcourse one wants that for their family, for them to “fit in”, because they love them. Curb personal desires…really personal ones like alternate sexuality or alternate career (tattoo-maker?) because they should fit in for one wants that, because they love that one.
One contemplates platonic love. One writes sonnets, one admires the beauty. That, one declares, is love. Love for the soul, not the body. But platonic love, is often, at first sight. One loves the individual, puts the beloved at a pedestal (so high, their head might spin!). One does not want the beloved for personal satisfaction. That, one declares, is love, the kind that transcends time and space. But one does not give the beloved a voice. It matters not, that the beloved does not give a damn.
One contemplates unrequited love. One cries, becomes a wreck to prove their love. One writes poems and in today’s time and space, blog those poems. Not caring that the beloved, the one written about, does not want that attention from that one. One insists on letting the other know “I love you” a million times, not caring to keep in mind that it distresses that beloved. One might keep it shut and die with the memory of the person who didn’t care for you.
One contemplates requited love. Is it real? Is it forever? Is it happiness? Why, why must one have that? Can’t a person live like that, alone? But one is never alone. One has oneself. One cherishes this one, but one is devilishly insecure about this one too.
One contemplates love for friends. Are they really there for you always? Then why do they covet your few treasures, and you theirs?
One contemplates life. It will end someday. Why not end it now? But is it worth it, ending it now? It does not ensure an absence of afterlife. And an afterlife is a life transcending time and space. This life is silly, the other might be sillier. Better to continue with silly?
One contemplates Time And Space. One contemplates on and on.
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