Gravity

"Why is thought, being a secretion of the brain, is more wonderful than gravity, a property of the matter?—Charles Darwin
(Ref: "Phantoms in the Brain"—V S Ramachandran; pp. 227)
(Links to: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance; Calvin and Hobbes Cartoon)

"But, is gravity a property of matter or a product of secretion of brain!?"—Ganesh Bagler

Poem: मेरा जहाँ (My World)

This one took a while to encapsulate my feelings. Starting from the scribblings while traveling in the U-bahn and buses (M48, 272) in Berlin, to all the way to Himalayas. That's the kind of journey it took me to bring it to its present form.

These lines reflect the inner turbulence, difficulty in coping with the external reality at times and the hope of conquering through all this, ultimately, reaching "my own world".

मेरा जहाँ

जीना हैं मुश्किल,
इस महफ़िल में दोस्त,
हैं सामने कोई मेरे,
ये कोई और तो नहीं?

खोया हूँ रात-दिन,
ख्वाबों कि दुनिया में,
मिलतें हैं लोग जो,
कहीं सच तो वो नहीं?

लड़ता हूँ तूफानोंको,
लिए अपने-आप में,
ढूँढता हूँ इक मंजिल,
वो है भी, या नहीं?

होगा इक जहाँ,
मेरा भी तो कहीं,
तुफानोंका मेरे,
होगा मकाँ वहीँ.

(Aug—Sept 2009, Berlin; May 2010, India; Ganesh Bagler)

Random (Poetic) Scribblings

When the world around is made to look too different than what I am used to seeing from my mind's eye. When I feel I am out of place. When I just can't make sense of things...

होगा इक जहाँ, मेरा भी तो कहीं;
तुफानोंका मेरे, होगा मकाँ वहीं.

If externals factors, people, were to be responsible for what I am, I would never be able to script my destiny. Hence:

अब होता नहीं मुझसे,
किसीसे गिला करुँ;
क्या करुँ शिकवां,
जो करुँ अपने-आप से करुँ.

If feelings had a share (market) value, it would have been, perhaps, the most difficult one to predict. A mind loaded with sad thoughts and feelings could fly in ecstasy courtesy of an infectious smile...

हलकेच तिथून एक मुग्ध हास्य येते,
मन पाखरू होते, आभाळी झेप घेते.

Reality is a difficult thing to get hold of. Materialistically as well as philosophically. Please see my blog, "Reality eludes me" for more elaboration.

काय आहे रूप वास्तवाचे, कळले नाही मला;
शोधताहे सत्य त्याचे, मिथ्या म्हणती ज्याला.
What is reality truly, eludes me forever;
I'm seeking for it, if there were one ever.

-- गणेश (Ganesh Bagler)

Reality eludes me

काय आहे रूप वास्तवाचे, कळले नाही मला;
शोधताहे सत्य त्याचे, मिथ्या म्हणती ज्याला. — गणेश
What is reality truly, eludes me forever;
I'm seeking for it, if there were one ever. — Ganesh

Perhaps there is no the truth. Only models of truth. Versions of truth. Aspects of truth. Perhaps it is not possible to rebuild the truth by putting together the jigsaw pieces, because there is none to start with. (Does it mean the core hypothesis of the judicial system is failed?)

What is reality? There is objective reality comprised of objects and events, that exists regardless of the presence of observer. But isn't this reality composed by me, the subject, through my senses? And this subjective reality, very personal reality is what matters to me the most. My personal history, memories, emotional responses paint the reality in real-time. And this reality, that is based on my neuronal excitations, is what is more real more me; is more persistent.

This reality, many times, despite contradicting to the objective reality, despite being orthogonal to it, is the one in which I live. Perhaps we all live in; many times.

Extreme notable examples could be individuals with symptoms of schizophrenia or psychosys. It is not unusual that I too visit this self-created world where my perceptions don't match with either that of most of others or what is possibly objective reality.

The former represents collective reality, the role of which must not be undervalued in creation of objects of reality.