Emotional Abstractism

Transcribing from old moleskine to Day One:

Doha Airport :

Must be about 1915 Hrs :

Reading New Yorker on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. The entire magazine is themed on 9/11, naturally. Included are also stories of love and belonging; how people were affected by the tragedy, how things took so long to even register the depth of the event on the psyche of so many.

I particularly liked a small write-up that described a middle aged lady who used to come by regularly to a cafe, somewhere near where the WTC stood and order a cake, but almost not eat it (? Can’t remember this part very well). This was almost her routine, she did this regularly. The writer, who also frequented the place wondered what was her story? He never learnt.

As I read these stories, I think of myself – the love and the emotional depth of me as a being? The lack of , how shall I put it, the normalcy of it, or the banality of it? May be I am incapable of that form of complete selfless love. Or may be I’m too old to realise or may be the moment hasn’t presented itself. Or may be it doesn’t exist. See, I’ don’t even sense any loss, lack or grief.

Thought of A, fondly, her smile and her sense of joy and simplicity. How easily she is given to it. Slowly, I remembered it was here, in Doha Airport, I had met her six months back.

Boarding now
PS – title suggested by a friend

Posted at 11am on 03/18/12 | No Comments » | Filed Under: Personal, Random, Situations, Whimsy
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Musings, needs and wants…

Courtesy of my childhood in India I usually have a good immunity. I don’t typically suffer from travellers worries and neither do I have to constantly moderate my dietary habits. But right now, I reckon due a combination of factors, I am down with an infection of quite severe nature unseen in a very long time. It is pan respiratory infection affecting the sinuses, pharynx, larynx and the lungs. The fever and the weakness are debilitating. The head feels pregnant with twins. Though I Had no fancy ideas of going out, all I wanted was a better presentation when I meet people. And perhaps more importantly my concentration, so that, if I did not venture out , I could use my time studying or working in the room.

The room that I am spending most of time reminded me of Wittgenstein. Did you know Wittgenstein lived in a single room for most of his life? It was a fairly spacious room with low windows and a bed, a desk, a wash basin in the far corner and a stand with a tea pot . There were two – or perhaps even more additional chairs to receive visitors. Wittgenstein worked mostly using the desk and preserved his works in shoe boxes that were stacked one above another.

As I am lying in the bed, weak and with an inflamed throat, gazing at the walls of this room, I can’t help but agree with Wittgenstein – really that is all a man needs. And when I say, man, I exclude the child and the woman, who both , in my view, fall beyond the basic need.

Of course Wittgenstein’s room is more than fifty years back. I am tempted to add a computer with an Internet connection, but frankly am not sure yet. While I think of the future, it seems quite basic, while I think of the past I feel it is a luxury. So I am still undecided about that.

Then I’ll have all my time to devote of three things – 1. First of course is nature of the things in the universe and since all metaphysics is subject to the knowledge ( epistemology ) of that point in time, contemporary up-to-date knowledge is vital. Hence the argument for the laptop and the access to Internet. Should we have no laptop and access, then I would prefer contact with a friend, a well adjusted person, with a day time job and who is socially mobile across classes without effort, an astute observer and reporter without a great compulsion to change the observed. Last but not the least, the said person should have no sexual desire towards to me. Though I would prefer to receive the person from time to time, I would not encourage it too often , just to emphasise the meetings value. I would be very happy with a long meeting once a fortnight and regular contact by means of letters.

Then I’ll have the space – to the second question – the old Socratic one – how best a man can choose to lead his life ? Whilst it is an question of conduct and therefore ethics, it is perhaps less absolute in relation to the first question.

Finally, since I have a bound ego as identity It would be impossible to eliminate all forms of desire. So I will channelise all my fragmented wants into the third thing – a desire that has two components A. How best can I reach a state ( for the lack of better word ) where I do not have a preceding influence to dictate my choices and a consequent impact upon others? And B. What is the means or practice to attain a peaceful, calm death?

Anything more than this for a being endowed with human consciousness is surplus.

Posted at 8pm on 12/29/11 | 1 Comment » | Filed Under: Personal, Personal, Muse, Geden, Random, Uncategorized
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