This picture was taken from a room in Calcutta, at the place where my mother’s head rested while I was being delivered. It shows the roof of a Jewish dharamsala, a charitable lodge for travellers. Unlike what is most popularly but not totally believed, life has no purpose, it is not intended, there is no reward, and nor is there a cycle of birth and rebirth. (Most often belief does not arise from intuition but is forced by superstition, lack of understanding of what life is, and threats or promises of punishment or reward.) The reality is that two chromosomes with compatible DNA accidentally combine and form rudimentary plant or animal or human life. As is its wont, all DNA material has a span through which it traverses before terminating or dying. In a lighter vein, I tell people that the first thing on being born was that I cried because I did not want to be born. In actuality, crying upon birth is caused by the loss of the familiar environs of the womb, the proximate rhythms of the mother's heartbeat, and other not very glamorous arrays of sounds in the company of which you are ensconced. I have somehow believed that if I did not want to be born, I had automatically forfeited in principle my right to create a life. I will never know if I am paying the price, or if I would have been less at loggerheads with the act of living, if I had had a child. At this stage in my life, it more rather than less, does not matter. What matters however, is that I have not wavered from my conviction: that I did not want to be born, that I did not and will not believe that life is cyclical or predestined, or mediates in its own destiny; that it is accidental and contingent, each contingency contingent upon another, ad infinitum.
I received the following line in my email, concerning the prevailing Indian political scene: "Todo fodo barbaad karo koi kaam na honey do aur jab sobe debris ke neechey dab chukein tab dhitaang dhitaang bolo." Break, destroy, devastate. Prevent progress of all pending national agenda items. When everyone has been buried under the debris of mindless destruction, dance in ecstasy. Are our elected Parliamentarians stumbling over each other in their eagerness to convert coalition politics into demolition politics, and worse. What is happening to what goes by the name of human civilisation is so appalling that even if I were to exclude the rest of the world and just look around my own country, I would be incredulous and aghast if the people who are of influence and wield power to run it were to suddenly be hit by an avalanche of good sense. Have I reached the bottom or the pinnacle of cynicism. --------------------------- Charu wrote: Bhai,
Politicians breaking, destroying all vestiges of decency and then dancing at
the demise of due diligence and processes seem to have shaken the building to
its foundations. It is lying on its back; or at least on its side.
(Over 12,000 Indian farmers have committed suicide every year since 2013, according to the Central Government. 80% are driven to kill themselves because of loans given on such terms that they can never be repaid.)
We do not comprehend our lives as we live them, in terms of societal connectivity, the environment, not to mention our own domestic and interpersonal situations, let alone those arising from different cultures, different countries and different civilizations on our shrinking, wounded planet. We do not understand our deaths. Yet the thirst for comprehension of life's origin, and the entire gamut of scientific discipline, works to find out its chemical, physical and perhaps mechanical functions. At the same time, we want to ensure that our discoveries are presented, and bring cultural revolution, in our own individualistic, didactic ways. Those involved in the search, with great qualification or insatiable curiosity for understanding, can come out with theories and what would appear to be supportive evidence and proof, which gets altered or enhanced by some other so-called truths, at other places and by other seekers. Hence the search of more than a millennium brought the knowledge of DNA. In the recent past this knowledge has led to the desire and ability to create DNA in the laboratory, even though such an empowerment has led to apprehensions, ethical and legal questions, outrage within religious communities, charges of blasphemy in tinkering with God's work and plan, and so on. And now it is the genome. And then, do not have doubt, something else beyond it, ad infinitum. The purpose is questionable because the goal is eternally shifting: no matter which point man reaches, he wants to seek another point, the cost notwithstanding. At worst, if not condemnable, perhaps in the long run, in terms of absolutes, the effort, although seemingly fascinating, is futile. --------------------------------- Charu wrote: Strands of DNA swirling in, perhaps, a red primordial soup, a bolt of lightening and resulting fire all but end in futility not unlike the last word of the write-up; unless of course, soup happens to be 'Cosmopolitan' with lemon zest garnish. my reply: One Cosmopolitan with lemon zest garnish, coming right up, for the lady. -------------------------------- Bhashwati wrote: Decoding Genome
strands that bind
genes that define
marvel to unravel
spectacle to behold…
flaming dance of life
tricks and traits
the composition I don’t even want to know what you did to whom. It is enough
that you caught in a frame the music of the spheres and the dance of life.
colours for me embody all the elements bound in a dynamic dialogue. It is
a mesmerising spectacle.