THE LIGHT SHINES THE BRIGHTEST

This a blank post. Where in you are expected to comment about nothing but it still should be something(like this post). So….

I love watching these dream dream dreamy movies. Inception was all woot and awesome. But there are so many many many movies which talk about dreams and the like. Waking life and The Science of Sleep are a couple of them. The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus touches on the subject I think.

But all these are the imagination of a guy/girl much like me. A freak no less, who can never be satisfied with reality and it’s mundane and #epicfail continuity.

See I have nothing against reality itself. It’s just that, just that, it gets boring. That’s all. It is easy to feel detached and worn out. People means effort. You have to say nice things. You have to say witty things. You have to not say unpleasant things. And you have to be ready to understand,notice, mind read and well just act like a freak at times(just to keep it lively).

It is tiresome if you ask me. Keeping constantly at it, just isn’t for people like me. Loneliness is wonderful. You are always the ‘chamathu’(good boy), because you never do anything controversial. But you do start liking a girl when you are four because you are quite jobless and your mind evidently influenced by Television thinks that is what it is supposed to do.

DREAMS AND IMAGINATION

Dreams and imagination of course are a product of curiosity. You want to look beyond the horizon and want to believe that there is something there. Who said you can’t? Just close your eyes and let the world come alive.

In dreams ‘you’ take the centre stage. The world becomes an object and everything in it clay worth moulding. In imagination ‘your’(your ideas, your prejudices etc) defines the contours. But both have one in common- to explore and to seek a ‘value’ and to establish a link between you and the world.

Of course, what’s terrible is that, what you see  can never be reproduced  congruently. Because in reality our abilities are restrained by our environment and ‘gravity’. I can dream/imagine that I’m the world’s fastest man. But..

BEAUTY AND IMAGINATION

‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’. Yup, no doubt. But you need an imagination to perceive it. For example, I have found that there are times when I think a girl is beautiful though others don’t agree with me. This maybe because, when I see someone, I look at their face and eyes. To me beauty is within as well as outside. What appeals to my imagination is something different. And that in turn is what gives the ‘joy’. We look for that something which ‘captures your imagination’ or sends you spiralling into a surreal world.

FREEDOM TO IMAGINE/DREAM

Freedom lies in expressing. When you are angry you want to vent it out on something. Imagination and dreams are good punching bags. Rather they create punching bags for you. Any shape, any size, any form. You create your opponents and you decide. But of course, that is partially true. For we cannot control what our mind chooses subconsciously. It takes a while for to notice that, that book which you didn’t like had an impact on you. You see a similar pattern and then you realize.

We can’t choose not to imagine. If I say ” On a dark quite night, a scream was heard at no.9. The house itself was rather rundown. The mud track leading to it were now overgrown. ” , an image pops into your head, one which is influenced by similar descriptions and scenes from movies, plays etc. I need not add anything further to make you imagine it.

Of course, not everything is rosy. For we do have nightmares. Even a dream/imagination which has all you want can end in a wrong way. We tend to forget to assess all the tracks which are knit together within. I was scared of Voldemort till I saw the movie- in my head he was absolutely terrifying.

Then there are imagined fears and premonitions. These are really hard to understand simply because there is no distinction between reality and the thought-of. Much like a messily knotted thread , you need to carefully take the knots out and watch it unfold. Or you will end up in a big mess. Mind-fucked is a word that comes to me. Not too polite, but then it best describes the situation. Do you have a strong enough mind and a preset to act  as a litmus( that spinning thing in Inception was for this purpose)?

DREAMS AND SOCIETY

For long, I believed that there is so much that can be made better, I had hope. But the day I joined college, my imagined world came crashing down. For the idealist in me met its true nemesis- the very bloody system.

Of course, I might be completely wrong. Maybe to conclude that the world can be better is a wrong notion. Maybe this is the better which we dreamt of. Because tomorrow is going to be shrouded in sordidness way beyond what we can think of.

“Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”, Says Shelley. And well that maybe the truth. You would have noticed  that I have moved from the dreams and imagination of individuals to a far bigger picture. But then again, a dream is what brings people together. We talk about sharing a  common dream. I do wonder what our leaders dream about.

And one person’s dream/imagination can become others’ reality(or vice versa). History and every bit of art, science and what not, is an imagination so fascinating that we chose to make it our reality. The reality that there is something unknown prompts our imagination to come up with “God”.

Here again, we haven’t dreamt of any new Gods(er..maybe google? ) , because there is a lid placed on our freedom to dream. Satan(God knows who dreamt this guy) is always ready. I find this really boring. I mean all those fascinating things you say they can do are my imagination(and your’s as well). And even if they do, we still are imagining those things. Get a grip on your self and remove the lid.

Culture seems to cause a lot of hullabaloo. I do wonder what on Earth is Culture. Is a far lesser state of existence more cultured merely because it is romanticised?  I doubt it. But we are led to imagine. Imagine that we were happier. Were we? One aspect of our Culture is the freedom of thought( Argumentative Indian by Amartya Sen talks a lot about this). And yet by trying to reproduce a more ‘medieval’ past, we seem to violate this very spirit.

Are we restraining our imagination and dreams with supposed identities? For long I have never understood the debates on the language issues. It is quite simple really that you speak what people around you speak. When I imagine/dream, everyone speaks the language(s) I know and understand. But do we force ourselves to imagine the other person speaking in a different language?

No. I guess not. We would tend to make it a one man show, simply because we don’t know what he should say. Very curious indeed. And our grasp on justice? Is lost.

Apply the same line to other issues. This time it might not be the language but something else. Take blasphemy for example. It is blasphemous because you imagine it to be(or are told to imagine/judge it such). As simple as that. I do wonder what can help us free our imagination of such hassles. After many have been burnt at stakes or put to gorier deaths.

CONCLUSION

This conclusion is rather harried and some what abrupt. Simply because there is a lot to say. I began with the idea of taking this in a particular direction but it has come out differently. I do hope it is cohesive, am sorry if it isn’t. To put it in a nutshell:-

How real is this world? As real as we imagine it to be.

P.S:- Tried to weed out typos, do tell me if you find any.

Note:- Well I wanted to say something before you read this. But I forgot.

The one word to describe me right now is “RUN OUT”. This is insane. I feel dead tired. And I can’t feel anything. I feel numb. If I did try to feel, I think I will drop dead. And as delicious as that sounds, everything is boring.

So finally everyone accepts I am a very clever person. I can count boxes without making a mistake. I can count pairs of shoes without making a mistake. I can compare a number on a piece of paper with the computer without mistake. Tough jobs, really.

What is annoying is that, I have to work. What is even more annoying is that, I have to deal with people who make mistakes, just because they are bound to make mistakes. Why should man be such an erroneous creature? And why so, dear God, should he be so stupid?

The best part is I can boss people around. Get me this paper, get me that file. Where is this thing? That is wrong. No, no that again is wrong. But how long? Three freaking years to go. May I have some pity? On a sizzler plate . . . → Read More: work!work!work!

This post is to make no bloody sense. You have been warned not to read this, if you carry on:-

1) You are not to call me and talk about this post(except a certain numb-skull, who shall be forced to read this).

2) You cannot point out grammatical mistakes.

3) I shall call you names. No not the monkey, donkey kind, bad bad words, if you break the above two rules.(oye! little kiddo close your eyes, while your mommy reads this).

-Yes, so I failed one subject. And yet everyone is happy. I passed one group you see! Personally I feel like a monkey is a banana plantation, knowing that I have lots to eat, yet dejected at the lack of variety and adventure. And if you don’t understand this- I pity you. You are as clever as a pig. Not that being a pig is bad. I would love to be one.

-I cannot be funny. How much ever I try. Somebody, please laugh at my PJs(it is poor joke, FYI). But I can’t think of any at the moment.

-I feel stupid at feeling stupid. And seriously, I have no clue why I am this stupid.

-Please, stop calling me a ‘rich pampered kid’. If you . . . → Read More: whatever