Thursday, January 15, 2009

Void

Void
Noun: Void
1. The state of nonexistence
2. An empty area or space

There are a lot of voids that we can bother ourselves with.

There are a lot of voids that we don’t see. (“Of course! Silly! Obviously one cannot see a void. That's is why it is a void isn’t it?” If you just thought that please make sure you talk to me. I am sure I would like you. “Ha! Big incentive!”. Now I am sure you thought that too if indeed you had thought the first one. Did you actually believe it? Gosh! You ARE naive. I was just humouring you. Silly. (see the point? We could have really stupid conversations  ).

There are a lot of voids that we can choose to consciously ignore. But there is a glitch to this stratagem. I know all of us know it but being the masochist-cum-sadist that I am, though I can pull it off as a ruthlessly honest person instead, I am always irresistibly tempted to rub it in. How the hell are we supposed to “consciously” ignore something (imagine me miming the quotes with my hands in the air. I know. It is a highly irritating gesture. But come on, where is the fun if we can’t be harmlessly irritating? Anyway to be irritating in any other way is bad right?) . To consciously ignore something is trying to be brilliantly oxymoronic. Oxymoronic because it IS oxymoronic. And “brilliantly” was used sarcastically. How dumber can it get? My above criticism applies to all such phrases. “Try and forget”, “try to let go” etc. To put it more bluntly, “forgetting”, “forgetting”, “letting go” refer to passive end states. And “trying” is a conscious activity. How can it possibly lead to a passive state? In fact in my opinion the effort would only add to the irony, add to the anxiety, add to the despair. In a way the voids that we don’t perceive (which of course says that we never knew the value of the thing that caused the void and we would never know it either, which is ironic too) are way better than the ones we try to “consciously ignore”.

I fervently advocate attachment. (I would any day have a go at the people who claim that detachment is the first step to spiritual enlightenment. Hypocrites. Even if I accept that it does, what is one supposed to do with spiritual enlightenment? Can it be securitised and traded? If not then thank you very much I don’t want it. Well then this is a totally different area and it warrants a dedicated debate. In fact if my English and writing skills were better I would attempt to write about it...it is like one of those things we would like to be even though we know it is not probably meant to be ) . I keep thinking about it. The phenomenon of missing. I miss somebody because somebody is not near. No. That is not it is it? It is because somebody not being near causes a void. A temporary void may be. Void nevertheless. It is a peculiar phenomenon. Sometimes it is even crippling to the extent of causing an emotion almost near despair. Despair that comes out of the feeling of loss. Loss of all the precious times which could have been spent with our people. Re–living past memories, thinking about the various conversations, of the times spent, of the things done, of the laughter, of the fun, of the sense of belongingness, of the felling of security, of the sense of purpose, of living. These are symptoms of missing. Manifestations of void. One of the most frequent arguments I hear is “ It is stupidity to keep thinking about the past” . But aren’t we defined by our past? It is our memories that makes us what we are. And whoever said the symptoms are sad? It is beautiful. Yes. It does makes one long(ha..that was a pun!) But that is the whole point isn’t it?

I love movies.
(Gotcha! Hee hee)
OK. I do love movies. All kinds. And somehow I feel some of the most moving ones have some element of death to emphasis whatever it is trying to emphasis.( In fact, just now I saw the movie “The lives of others”. Good movie. But somehow someone had to die. I was wishing for the movie to end without anybody dying. But no. And I expected it. Take any good movie. (Yeah..not all of them of course. But the sample space supporting my hypothesis is quite enormous. It would be statistically significant. I suppose an ANOVA would prove it.) Forrest gump, Crash, City of angels, etc (I know a whole lot of movies but somehow they are evading the probing tentacle of my memory..Its funny when it happens, when we can’t remember things we KNOW that we know..Funny brain..anyway) ... any movie in fact. Same thing goes for books too.

Death is the fluorescent highlighter.

And I see the logic too. It does move me. The impact is enormous. The perception of the theme enhanced.
Voids are undesirable. Death probably creates the worst kind of voids.

Doesn’t the very thought scare the living day lights out of us?
That is what is scary about voids. Sometimes they just cannot be filled. Nope.
Being the sadist I am, if given a choice, I suppose it would be preferable to pass into the void ourselves and cause voids in others rather than getting voids inside us. Yeah. That was hypothetical. So chuck it.

May be for somebody not doing a particular job creates a void. May be for somebody not being in a particular building creates a void. May be for somebody being idle creates a void. May be for somebody not hanging out in a pub creates a void. May be for somebody not flirting regularly creates a void. May be for somebody not doing certification exams creates a void. We never know what creates a void.

May be everything has the potential to create a void. But they are probably the kind which we don’t perceive.

Missing people create voids. And they are the kind that we try to “consciously ignore” (or rather think we are forced to do so).

A relationship (ahem..any relationship) that doesn’t create a void (as in whom we don’t miss) doesn’t exist in the first place. If there is something about some people that really scares me (usually I am too thick skinned and numb skulled to even notice that I am supposed to be intimidated) is the casualness with which they handle “some” losses. It’s unnerving. Probably it was never a loss for them. I have been told that it’s natural for people to fall apart. That is the most alien thing I have ever heard. Extra terrestrial. (at least in the movie the alien was cute) May be voids are subjective.

Voids teach one his/her priorities. It is a simple matter of changing the perception rite? Instead of trying to ignore it if only we had the prudence to look at our most troubling voids we automatically know where our hearts lie. And then we only have to revisit our priorities list. Do some process re-engineering. And then “consciously” try to destroy the void. (“Bah! Theoretical idealistic Crap”. Yes. Absolutely. I like typing such stuff because things that are not there are the ones that attract us. Now what was that quote..something like “That which is seen is temporal. That which is unseen is eternal”)

May be we are utterly helpless with some voids. But not all of them. (may be good grades would help. Considering chaos theory and the profound educational syllabus we never know)

I see only one solution. The snag being that the solution takes as its entourage considerable discomfort and irritation and it also demands as a prerequisite certain disregard for the collection of thoughts and emotions commonly termed the “ego”. I am sure it would be a great challenge. How much can one tolerate looking like a fool to himself? So the solution is probably not pragmatic at all. Another Theoretical idealistic Crap. But at least I find it really heartening to know that there is something we could do. Because the most powerful and most dominant emotion caused by a void is helplessness. (I am sure there will be a consensus on that..helplessness is the most irritating of emotions. How many times have we felt it? Helplessness even in the most trivial of scenarios like we being in a bus and our silly bladders finding themselves overloaded, are most disappointing and disconcerting.)

The greatest injustice that we could do to ourselves is letting voids form.
And the theoretical unpragmatic idealistic crap of a solution?

Never let go.

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