January 27, 2013 § 24 Comments
The entire bedrock of Western culture is based on two rival
worldviews: the Greek and the Hebrew, and whichever side you embrace
more strongly determines to a large extent how you see life.
From the Greeks we have inherited our ideas about secular humanism and
the sanctity of the individual. The Greeks gave us all our notions
about democracy and equality and personal liberty and scientific
reason and intellectual freedom and open-mindedness and what we might
call today “multiculturalism”. The Greek take on life, therefore, is
urban, sophisticated, and exploratory, always leaving plenty of room
for doubt and debate.
On the other hand, there is the Hebrew way of seeing the world.
“Hebrew”, is the shorthand for an ancient worldview that is all about
tribalism, faith, obedience, and respect. The Hebrew credo is
clannish, patriarchal, authoritaran, moralistic, ritualistic, and
instinctively suspicious of outsiders. Hebrew thinkers see the world
as a clear play between good and evil, with God always firmly on “our”
side. Human actions are either right or wrong. There is no gray area.
The collective is more important than the individual, morality is more
important than happiness, and vows are inviolable.
The problem is that modern Western culture has somehow inherited both these ancient worldviews: though we have never entirely reconciled them because they aren’t reconcilable. Our legal code is mostly Greek; our moral code is mostly Hebrew. We have no way of thinking about independence and intellect and the sanctity of the individual that is not Greek. We have no way of thinking about righteousness and God’s will that is not Hebrew. Our sense of fairness is Greek; our sense of justice is Hebrew.
And when it comes to our ideas about love, we are a tangled mess of both. On one hand, we believe that marriage should be a lifetime vow, never broken. On the other, Greek, hand, we equally believe that an individual should always have the right to get divorced, for his or her own personal reasons.
Our Hebrew view of love is based on devotion to God; which is all about submission before a sacrosanct creed, and we absolutely believe in that. Our Greek view of love is based on devotion to nature: which is all about exploration, beauty, and a deep reverence for self expression.
The perfect Greek lover is erotic; the perfect Hebrew lover is faithful.
Passion is Greek; fidelity is Hebrew.
How can both these ideas be simultaneously true?
Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed.
January 25, 2013 § 61 Comments
there’s a reason why i don’t read so many blogs anymore.
no really, i’d like to.
but there’s nothing out there for me.
there is an inherent lack of emotion.
no feeling. no love.
it’s usually some cribby stuff about some stuff that some people care about.
i don’t care about politics or your favourite song.
i care about yourself.
tell me about you. what’s on your mind?
you don’t need to write about topics. fuck em. you, are everything.
sit down and tell me about your thoughts. not your fucking day.
everyone lives the same day, yours isn’t any more significant than mine.
what’s special is your interpretation.
maybe you don’t feel as happy as you normally do? is it?
that’s what i care about.
create the illusion of love and i’d read you.
that’s what real writing is. how you make me feel.
make me feel special.
you can only do that by being personal and offering me something that i don’t have.
not knowledge or insight, i have a brain.
your experience. i want it.
January 20, 2013 § 21 Comments
I slit my wrist, tear out my nail and burn the lamp.
I melt my flesh, swallow my tears and turn em into words.
I pierce my soul, dip in my finger and write.
The winds blow out the lamp.
The tears murder the words.
The soul dissolves.
But, i am indestructible.
Am i not the one who is free?
January 14, 2013 § 26 Comments
A quiet stillness
An angry glance
A cold vibe
Nights of avoidance
To speak up
To say what it
means to be in love.
Read also: ‘They’.
January 11, 2013 § 14 Comments
Your ideal Platonic should be a member of the opposite sex who you would never dream of liking. Liking someone just ruins everything. No, you want it to be a crush-free zone. He should be someone you can talk to about pretty much everything- girl stuff as well as boy stuff- and will never judge you. You should basically be able to fart in front of your Platonic and not be embarrassed about it, because he’s a boy.
You and your Platonic should have an intellectual friendship different from the one you share with your girlfriends. With your girlfriends, you can talk about feelings and all that mushy stuff, but your Platonic conversations will be about things like movies and TV shows and art. There should be BANTER between you and your Platonic, banter that no one else gets.
The perfect Platonic relationship would be where one or the other was perhaps gay. In that way, your Platonic would be much like a female friend, because you could talk about guys together (or girls together if you were lesbian), but you’d each still be bringing that opposite-sex chemistry into the equation. But with no chance of it getting complicated by like crushes and stuff.
~From the book “The Life and Times of Layla the Ordinary”, by Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan.
P.S. She is the coolest Indian author I know. I kinda worship her. She’s written two other books, “You are Here” (My Personal Bible) and “Cold Feet”. Do buy her books. They’re available everywhere, online!
January 7, 2013 § 15 Comments
Following is a mail i received from a friend a while ago. Makes sense. I thought i must share.
To not know can be the source of all doubts and discomfort, ignorance is bliss? It’s hard to be ignorant and feel blissful. I think one knows all and is ignorant of nothing. Thereby being ignorant of something, which is nothing enabling that one to be blissful. My angst lies in not knowing the answer to the questions in life, primarily ‘who am I?’ , ‘what is my purpose?’ And so on. The questions gnawed at me, exposing my weaknesses. I still don’t know. I know who you are, I feel lost as always as I don’t know me. That’s probably something that rankles me all the time. Dissonance for almost everything. That’s it for the day, I need to find the path. Sad? Happy? I felt complete with you, this whole idea of the world being polychromatic is a sham. People are monochromatic. I’m wrong, I’m right, I see, I don’t see, I don’t know, I know. Nothing and something and everything and anything, all is what all seek. I guess I can think? The illusions created, how far can you actually see through them? Being the self and unified with all the other self’s. Maybe I’m wrong, I worry because I am wrong. To see and feel, to feel without contact. Must be madness, engulfed by the world makes madness negative, me thinks that is. I don’t know, this was a rant. Live fast, run faster. Life’s speedy and a rut to move about.
Pip pip, ma cher,