A presence
Hmm.. have lost the feel of this blog... been really long. Now that I want to get back. I don't know where to start. I am blank about the ideas from the previous post... I have ideas but they are not the part of the 'to be continued' ...
But I think its a good idea to go the topic of presence - physical and virtual ...yes even the metaphysical (see contradictions and me go hand in hand) and the presence in absence... and a lot of related ideas.
You know, in our formative years... our idea of presence begins with the 'actual' or the physical... in tune with the saying 'seeing is believing'. Then we are introduced slowly to the 'presence in absence' funda... like say pa is out of town you miss him and he's present in your thoughts... this particular funda is oft used (and abused) beauty pageant winners or the aspiring ones...
this somehow brings me to another question - about space or distance... does distance actually make the heart grow fond of the object? I know I am digressing a lot... but its my space and it gotta be cluttered...
All these debates... and consolations about human being being a combo of the physical (body) and the essence (soul) never go down well with me. I have always felt and said that nothing can take away the comfort of physical presence... the security in nearness, in the echo of the familiar voice and in the ownership/ belongingness... Banal or not... this is my truth...
But we haven't yet touched upon the last type - the virtual presence... Be prepared for torrential words devouring session... Lately, I realised that there's something that has managed to give a tough fight to my banal desires... I feel some force that is neither mine, nor will be... in this physical world... which has given me strength what a life full of experiences haven't given... yes I felt the need to possess this force (typical of me)... but then now I feel there's a joy in detached association... there's a joy in belonging without being bound... and yes the presence is in my mind... amoeba-shaped, random... something in the lines of the sweet morning breeze, the first waft of the budding rose, the lightly flying morning mist, the delicate dew... and all those things and feelings that make me feel completely at home... a bond without definition, an alter conscience - a presence
posted by dusky hues @ 1:28 AM
6 Comments:
Presence..Omni presence...wishful presence..virtual presence..soul...advaita...dvaita..karma...the soul is different from the body...unpersihable soul...the body alone dies..many more.......Dammm........ dogmas intertwined with mankinds existence......
are we kind of living a very surreal, changing, chameleonic dogmatic existence....seeking consolation for every action generated by oneself from these dogmas...
But to the "one" who believes in a belief oblivious of these dogmas....who experiences ..realises life based on the truth which springs from the conscience[irrespective of the alter or the primary] within or outside ...though used to the physical presence..yet gives a chance to the truth of detachment..experiencing bliss... ......the wise man says to the one....."you are the uncomplicated one"
Interesting" a presence"...wo..wo....its not just poetics here ...i guess its poephilitcs.....-:)
Hey good stuff....
Chow
hey...
nice to find u here... actually.. the philosophy part of it is quite alien to me... but yes i guess its lay(wo)man philosophy here...
i agree about one thing... forever we all are seeking consolation... that bit makes absolute sense to me...
strangely... the uncomplicated one is forever caught in some maze or the other... but yes does believing in giving a chance... getting a new experience...
happy that i haven't lost the 'wise man'.. what with his total absence from both poetic license and intellective psychosis
Hey....here is a puzzle for you...
James the postman knocks on the PL doors...to deliver a post ...but unusually he finds a message on the door...which says all messages will be now checked before being accepted...
Now try solving this one...and let us know the answer
Till then
Chow...
well.. whats this supposed to mean...
the message on the door shouldn't bother the post man... the message will be read anyways... and the task is done... even rejecting the message wont kill the existence of the message (as it's already read)..
so its not an actual rejection.. bur acceptance
where am i heading?
now gimme the answer... i think i am thinking in circles...
and another ques... whats PL doors? (dont complain i told u i am dumb)
take care. chow...
Ok...ok...cool...simple..
Pl is poetic license.....
A comment was posted on that ..recently after the "Sprightly" was read...but i guess the moderation of comments has been enabled in that blog...as a consequence of which the comment posted by "yogi" does not seem to appear...
Now you can probably take this forward and choose to let me know if you want to...if there is a technical error with the blog or has the author decided to opt for the moderation of comments posted in that blog.
Regards
NY.............
chill...chow...
and once again..." A presence"..was good stuff....
aiyyo... i am such a dumbo...
u know recently i was just reading one of my previous posts and happened to find 26 ad posted as comments... so i thought i will moderate...
sorry ya...
i thought u dint like the poem...
actually i am not a techie type and easily forgot that i had made those changes...
now how do i read ur comment.. ok i will try
sorry... but u sure are a sweetie pie
take care... see ya
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