அனைவரும் என்னுள்

என் விழிப்பு
என் சிரிப்பு
என் அறிவு
என் மடமை

நான் ஒருவன் அல்ல, என் முன்னோர்கள் அனைவரும் என் நினைவிலும் செயலிலும் உள்ளனர். இஃதே என் முற்றொருமை. இதன் மேலே, இந்த உலகில் கானும் நிகழ்ச்சிகளும் அனுபவங்களும் சேர்ந்து என் உலக காட்சியை உருவாக்குகின்றன. இவையே என் கருத்துகளாகின்றன. இவ்வாறு இயற்றப்பட்ட கருத்துகளுக்கு மாறான அநுபவங்களை சந்திக்கும் போது ஏற்படும் முரண்பாட்டை தீவிரமாக சிந்திக்க வேண்டும். 

இந்த அனுபவத்தின் கருத்தை ஏற்று கொள்வதா, தூக்கி வீசுவதா? இந்த கருத்து என்னையும் என்னை சார்ந்தவர்களையும் முன்னேற உதவுமா? என் தமிழ் சமூகத்தை முன்னேற உதவுமா? பல நூற்றாண்டுகளாக செதுக்கி அமைக்கப்பட்ட பண்புகளும் நாகரீகமும் இதனால் உயருமா, அழியுமா?

"பொய்யான சில பேர்க்குப் புது நாகரீகம் 

புரியாத பல பேர்க்கு இது நாகரீகம் 

முறையாக வாழ்வோர்க்கு எது நாகரீகம் 

முன்னோர்கள் சொன்னார்கள் அது நாகரீகம்"

வாலியின் வார்த்தைகள் இன்றும் உண்மையாக ஒலிக்கின்றன. 

ஒவ்வொரு கருத்தையும் தீவிரமாக விசாரி. எந்த சிந்தனைக்கும் அடிமையாகாதே. தமிழன் எதற்கும் அடிமையல்ல, சிந்தனைகள் உட்பட. 

wordless

Imagine a bright sunny day in a sunflower field. Warm skin, fluffy clouds, and cornflower sky.
Do you see?
Now, see the two people running in the midst of the flowers. You have to know, these people are special. They do not know speech, words, sound... nothing. They don't need that. Thoughts and emotions flow between them. How do you think that will be, without words? Can you imagine that?
In that sunflower field, one person smells the wetness of the earth, feels it in his heel and sees the green stalk rise from brownliness. The other, feels the gentle breeze stir her heart, bringing with it sweet unearthly fragrance. They see each other, and instantly... God, can you imagine?
What joy, and what sorrow we would feel. For, isn't every thought and emotion, at its core a silent uttering? And, when we communicate from this fundamental plane, won't it be the simplest, and most honest? How pure, and how crystal clear.
And some day, we will realize this soul of silence. When silence becomes being. When our first point of contact with another being is from the silence, and not from the senses. When your senses feed your silence, and by choice, the river of silence between you and everything else.
You become being, and nothingness.
You are free.

And till then... there's English :)

-inspired largely by this post of pure beauty: http://misadventuresofaplainjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/may-you-find-your-river-ajeet-dada.html

Lovin'

There floats a lot of stuff about love... vague definitions, about it being unquantifiable, unmeasurable, and not comprehensible to rationality. Many say it is a 'feeling'. A feeling of deep attachment to something/someone, the withdrawal of which causes pain. Since it is a feeling, it also has the ability to arouse tremendous emotion, which is also confused with the definition of love itself... if the emotions associated with love are removed, would love make any sense at all to many people? So, what is the perception of love in those of us, with the 'emotional capacity of a teaspoon'?
I think love is something that stems from an initial selfish need that then evolves to accommodate moments of selflessness. There's a book by Stephen Covey, where he compares the 'love' in any situation to a bank balance. You put something in, you take something out. You sometimes go on overdraft, but for the account to stay active, you got to put back in, to reach a healthy bottomline. It makes sense. After all, no one wants to be giving all the time. No person is selfless all the time, not even a mother. So here, love is about understanding, accepting differences, and showing willingness to work toward a common goal.  Why do we do it? Because we benefit from it, it gives us happiness. It does not involve emotions, feelings, or intimacy... things that we normally associate with love. And this love, is applicable to a global sense. I can love humanity. I can love you. I can probably even love loud neighbors. There's a friend who says that true love is when you can actually 'love' a person who has harmed you... how do you love a person who has raped your sister, or put a gun to your head? It seems a tall order, but in this definition, it is probably possible. However, my love doesn't mean I condone the person's actions, but I accept his weaknesses, his inherent humanity. He will be punished, but does not become an object for hate. So hate, I assume, has to be the utter opposite; an unwillingess to accept/understand someone. So there, to all you unbelievers, I've stripped love of all its glamor, gloss, and it still makes sense. The emotions that we experience are normally a product of our interactions, our intimacy, and not a product of love. The expression of love, or the lack of it, induces all emotion. Feelings for a person is not equal to love. But the intimacy, the emotions, the testosterone, the oestrogen, and the feelings, all of 'em mix with the underlying love and create the colorful, beautiful, and totally imperfect 'love' that we share with 'that one person' :) Gotta love biology for that!
So, there you go kids, now you know what to look for! All you girls that sit starry-eyed, dreaming for that perfect 'Darcy' and boys who walk about looking for love in the prettiest pair of legs, you know what you gotta do :) And for the ones moaning, crying and wasting over 'lost love', get a life!

Edit 12/26/2010: An npr article that shares the same view, albeit written much better
http://www.npr.org/blogs/13.7/2010/12/25/132291375/what-is-love#more

Thoughts

Do we judge our thoughts? Isn't it futile to do so? A thought is just that, a thought; there's no point in being proud or ashamed or scared of it. The only thing we control is the action that ensues from it. We can choose to accept, implement or just do nothing about it. And it is that action that defines the person, the character, and probably life? We have the choice, even with our thoughts. That's quite a cool realization for me. Freedom, even from thoughts. There has to be a fuckin soul!
So my blog is futile till I begin Doing It. That might be the main theme of my blog now, thoughts that inspire me to 'metamorphosise' :) or maybe not :)