Wednesday, May 8, 2013


We live in times where our certainties are dissolving. A profound disillusionment with structures, institutions has crept in. Today, an interiority constitutes the way we conduct ourselves, plan out our lives. Earlier this introspection yielded opportunities for self improvement, self understanding. Now the inwardness is irrefragably narcissistic.

An image is not a pre existent symbol we strive to match the blueprint of. An image is a retroactive attribution, predicated on timelessness. The symbolism we brought into being faithfully reflects the significations we impose on them. Yet buttressed by self righteousness we read our own agendas into what lies before us. Like narcissus we are in love with what we see, the image we created but dissociate ourselves from and reintegrate into our self conception. The image or the reflection betokens an aspect of reality we reconfigure. Our failure lies in a complete misapprehension of the fact that what we see is unequivocally our own self.

While postmodernists render univocal discourse apocryphal, a plurality of perspectives is theoretically promulgated, subterranean layers that lie latent, unperceived though not non existent. It is ironical that our self importance and self righteousness of authenticity grows in inverse proportion to the very multiplicity we uphold. Having postulated that everything is relative we sit smug in the integument of our singularity assuming ourselves to be incontestably correct and others not. We have institutions like psychotherapy where anodyne platitudes of self fashioning are expressed yet the therapeutic route to recovery lies in normalizing and fitting the individual to a collective whole. We seem to need these reminders of temporality, of the quotidian as a bulwark against chaos. Paradoxically the more indefatigable our hold on the concrete the more proliferative is our descent into inchoateness. The permeation of mental illnesses demonstrates this.

We seem to be swayed by rhetoric yet enclosed by our own needs. Mass psychosis, be it 9/11 or the current situation in Hungary proves how tenuous our grasp of that which scaffolds us is. The terror of obliteration is a propulsive force propelling people to join hands with a putative protector. Structures like patriarchy are unwilling to relinquish their stranglehold  and the recent delhi rape protests shows a tangible fear of overthrow, disguised as altruism yet reinforcing circumscriptional spaces. The impunity of self expression unleashes unconscionably unacceptable viewpoints ratified by constituents.

In the absence of an overarching order like religion a splintering, a fragmention becomes an inescapable component of contemporaneity. Individual aspects of reality are extricated and rendered wholesome. And bourgeoisie individualism validates such preponderant narcissisms. Social networking creates ostensibly dyadic spaces but inevitably lapse into a tower of babel scenario with multifarious selfhood's jostling for ascendancy, constituted by uncomprehending bewilderment. Change there is, like the fringe speaking up, voicing dissent, taking iconoclastic positions yet the contingent presents the ever present danger of subsuming the collective by eschewing the collective's variegation and incorporating the patina of self realization it proffers.

The contingent is inconceivable without the collective. When individual voices are respected a communality can be created. The postmodern condition offers possibilities of both self augmentation and communal soldering. The absence of ultimate realities is both precarious and ennobling. Intransigence, intractability, dissolution into solipsism can only provide momentary exculpation, chimerical absolution. We need to listen and listen with care.  

Tuesday, May 7, 2013


Rationalist (with imperturable gravity) - The structures of reason buoy up the human race, keep chaos at bay .
Fantasist ( with a smile hinting derision)- I embody the unconscious, the inchoate. I am the chaos without which order is nugatory.
Rationalist ( calmly patient)- I came into being to negate your hegemony. Your claim on the primordial a fulcrum is apocryphal at best
Fantasist ( hinting with irrepressible gaiety)- Primeval nothingness emerged through me. It is i, who from anteriority and its attendant void, created a space for a form to encompass my formlessness.
Rationalist ( expostulating) - So you contradict yourself by attributing to yourself a slot in the mechanism of life.
Fantasist ( resignedly) - No i merely reduplicate your presumption through inversion. You gave a name, conferring a category when my undeniably ubiquity is incontestable. Only those with unquestioning belief in reason promulgate order out of disorder. I, instead, out of the vacuum of unknowingness rendered your classification admissible. Though i, ipso facto, am unclassifiable.
Rationalist (propelled by certitude)- Which goes back to what i began with. Unless i gave you a sheathe you would be inarticulable and blank, featureless.
Fantasist ( thoughtfully) - I think our interchange is becoming slightly contradictory and at cross purposes. You were a retroactive need, congealed into a necessity to ensure the continuance of existence. I, the tabula rasa, accumulating experience into the palimpsest, coexisted with an unknown reality which you seek to explicate, rather uselessly.
Rationalist ( chewing a fingernail) - Unconstrained experience, proliferating heedlessly can push the conscious to extremes of madness. Psychotic splintering is an inescapable accompaniment of self indulgent submersion in the unconscious.
Fantasist ( excitedly) - It is when sheathes encapsulate that they become oppressive. You , smug in your self possession give yourself dubious assurances. Such is my ineluctable factuality that the more you cram me into the nether regions the more i get under your skin. My visitations are highly nebulous but incontrovertible... You call them dreams, the unconscious, endeavoring to further fragment me yet i reconstruct myself seamlessly from the interstices of your logic. Binary thinking is your modus operandi. If there were no binaries there would be a plausible coexistence of multiple realities.
Rationalist ( giving up) I remain unconvinced by the rationality of your unreason. So we agree to disagree.
Fantasist ( self righteously) - Perhaps disagreement gives man a foundation to ponder, ruminate and engage with the world.