As I was turning to the right, something caught the corner of my eye. Just for a second, I saw a human form walking. But that was all that it was. A momentary aberration of the elements within and without me, to bring to life a figure invisible, yet wholly present; (perhaps) non-existent, yet undenyably alive. To the naked eye, it seemed as if the figure had been carved into the ambience, thus perfectly camouflaged, yet visible by the void it seemed to embody.
However, as is often the case with posts such as these, it is what meets the eye that counts.
And thus began the rapid germination of said seed planted previously.
The need for a particular object/entity (referred to, here on, as 'it' for convenience) is what defines its presence in our lives. Thus to experience it, one need not necessarily have it. Rather, the very fact that one feels its need/importance/indispensability et al, suffices.
Thus, as was the case with me today morning, it needed not the presence of a person there in the morning mists, nor that of a living example of His love, just the very cognizance of such a presence, such potential, such love.
It is in fact existent, solely through the meaning it portrays, the power it weilds so blithely, and the very fact that it is acknowledged among the mortals that spot the earth. In fact, extrapolating this hypothesis further, our very existences are defined and governed by how we influence and affect our surroundings; without a canvas on which to display our colours and shades, our existences woud (perhaps) remain just that, mere, lifeless existences. This canvas is not to be mistaken with a necessarily external, worldly, gaudy object of self adulation, rather, it may be taken to be anything that takes one away from the compelling realms of the self and related derivatives.
Returning to the original theme.
Our lives, are thus (perhaps) governed by an (in?)finite set of needs and wishes that punctuate our existence. And each one of those needs comes to life, by its very presence in our consciousness, as do we ourselves.
Thus, one need not be present to be there, rather, one's absence is as potent in its influence over another.
This is strongly reminiscent of Prof. Rita Ganguly's little discourse at NSIT, after a glorious Spic event (where she ended with our beloved "Zara dheere dheere gaadi haanko"!). There, explaining one of her pieces, she spoke, of how lust did not need the presence of another being; rather, it was defined, and lived in all its glory, solely by the thirst, the need, the longing.
That should be it for now. May we all live to experience that which is always a step ahead, either through its presence, or the lack of it. For, quoting from a post long long back:
"it is the feel that truly matters. Instances of the feel just give it a name, a shape; the feel remains ever free, ever unbounded, ever present, waiting always and only, for the one."
Cheers!
PS: The following deserves a special mention, for the role they played in the R&D of this post! :)
WINAMP playlist
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Playlist files:
1. America - Ventura Highway (3:22)2. Hazaaron Khwaahishen Aisi - Man Yeh Baanwra (Qawwali) (3:04)
3. Mrigya-ganga (10:31)
4. Steve Vai - Instrumental solo (5:01)
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