Do you have an eye for eyes?

There was a lot to ponder over but the thoughts have dried. The meaninglessness of the present accentuated the existential dilemma and the glory of the past made matter worse. But that’s not where my shoe pinches; it’s the so called pragmatism, the burden of limiting the movements within the boundaries which arouse a feeling of helplessness. Aah, let’s not brood over why life is the way it is and et al. Enough has been said and written about it, however hard man tries to conceal his emotions and wraps them under the cover of decent behavior, there is a part of him that refuses to oblige to the commands of the brain, it’s his eyes! Their behavior is many a time not in agreement with the body language, making them the only window/s to your heart.
Eyes truly represent the state of the mind which is why they are called the mirror of the soul. They perform a lot more than their biological function of collecting light and forming images before letting the brain to decide what it just saw. I am inclined to believe that eyes are more intelligent than we think. They put their own interpretations of the object and instruct the brain to perform a certain action. When a lover sees his beloved, it’s probably at eyes where the decisions are taken, the contacts made by their ‘in-love’ eyes and the communication hence achieved is simply majestic, bringing me back to what I once wrote on the matter of silence. It’s interesting how naturally eyes come to the rescue of silence. If there ever was a language called “Silence”, eyes would render what words have failed to achieve. I am drawn to the thought of not having to say anything and yet be able to communicate. Words, I often feel under-express or exaggerate but the eyes say what ought to be communicated. The twitch of the worried, the beam of the elated, the surrender of the beaten, the pride of the victorious, the anger of the aggravated, the forlorn of the loveless, eyes capture them all like it has measured every single emotion in weights and has bottled them in exact quantities and oozes them out whenever the situation demands! Just how they do it is not important but how well do they do it, I cannot stop marveling at this. Picture in your mind the reassuring look you gave to your love when he/she looked worried, the love in the eyes of your mother when she dishevels your hair while you are half asleep and you won’t doubt the veracity of my claims.
Eyes-reading is actually a double edged sword; it is not intended for the faint-hearted who are wary of truth. The fact that it communicates the crudest emotion buried inside the heart; it lacks the polish and gloss of words, body language and smile. It’s not easy to have seen heaven and then see fury in the same pair of eyes much the same way as it is very difficult to change an old habit. One cannot expect anything from the eyes because as I said they act independently of brain. There could be a change of heart but not the eyes. Needless to add but I will still write that eyes do not lie, so you can at the bare minimum expect honesty and fidelity from the eyes. Big, small, green, blue or black or accessorized (read glasses), all eyes are truthful and honest while they may not always be kind. It is for the individual to decide if he trusts his eyes more than the ears but if happiness is indeed the only pursuit of our lives, I recommend the ears.

Fat by chance

It’s time to talk something light-hearted. Talking of which I am immediately reminded of a couple of friends who are well “fat" by all prescribed medical standards. Their reluctance to accept their fat fate dies a natural death as more and more fat deposits over the bones. Whenever I look at them, I forget the sense of my pain, it’s actually therapeutic!
Imagine you come back from mundaneness of your day in the world and find a chubby buddy wearing ill fitting attire, sitting barely on a lean-oriented chair running his fat palm across his paunch to illustrate his hunger! What would be your first reaction? Won't you forget what travails you had undergone in the day and smile at your hungry friend? Won't you like to accede to the wishes of your gourmand friend? I will do it for him and for myself because those moments ought to freeze in time, when on one hand one man is behaving like a pure animal and on the other hand another man is behaving like a nursing human being. Isn't nursing divine? And If I can nurse the hunger of one man, I shall certainly call myself a lucky guy! If you think I am being too harsh on the fat community, spare a thought for your hungry fat roommate / flat mate / floor mate, I bet you won't put me in the dock for this observation.

Inter alia fat people have a flair for comedy, much in the same fashion as Amitabh Bachchan had for Angry Young man-ish roles. If movies are any support to go by, I will win this argument hands down (case in point being comedians of the old Hindi movies), but I know I need to make myself clearer. Imagine this: A very serious discussion is on, admittedly on the matters of life and death, a fat guy breaks into the scene of discussion. Well one look at his bear claw toes, elephantine legs, dome shaped paunch, chubby multichinned cheeks and if you are lucky, one word from such a monumental figure will leave you in splits. There are fat chances for the abortion of the discussion and what will ensue will only be the sounds of laughter. You may be thinking that I am taking my imagination too far but one look at them, all your apprehensions will melt. Why else do you think every court house has fat attendants, well surely they like to keep it light (their moods)!
I will be doing injustice to this blog if I wouldn’t mention the extraordinary skills a fat guy brings to the table (dining). In his presence you can rest assured, not even a single grain of food goes to the garbage thus keeping your conscience clear all the time! There is more to what meets the eyes, a fat guy will always back you to eat more and will actually goad on you to increase your appetite. What more can be expected of a friend who keeps your conscience clean and body healthy! Much to their dismay, if I may be allowed to write on my blog, I have been harbouring a sentiment against fat guys. Some of them call me fattist over this but let me candidly admit, ‘fat guys can surely live the way they like to & I shall offer least resistance to their pursuits’, just somehow I can’t take them seriously! By doing so, I am merely handing over to them a poetic justice i.e. “Even the fat guys can’t have everything”, not my seriousness, for sure!

Whims

There are many ways to ascertain your present, dissect your past & remain optimistic about your future. Of them, I find stoicism the ideal & reactiveness the easiest one. Yes, I am talking for myself & given the luxury of living the way I would like to, stoicism offers the equilibrium, I have always been looking for! I will put this discussion aside for my next blog.

Speaking of future, well even God doesn't know what choices will I make, what my whimsical brain chances to pursue & what situations will I be put into, so an exercise in futility is laying any thought on my future. It stems from the fact that Man isn't quite a rational animal. I am not a logical computing machine ( that makes human kind enigmatic ) that is driven by a formulae, I may act sensible & et al but the deep desire to submit to whims is overwhelming. What this would also mean is that I am being true to myself & am not acting under any influence, societal & parental etc.

Well present is like a free flow, one gets so little time to think & act. Consider this,you are flying in a dying aeroplane whose flight has been curtailed by a faulty engine, you would jump into the sea with or without the life-jacket. Indeed its that
thin a margin! Most of us think we made a well-thought decision & had weighed all of the options but until the moment you made that choice, nothing is crystal, briging to the fore my point that whimsicality plays a very important role in our lives/presence.Well, in my life , it definitely does.

What is not whimsical is the past !! Does it need any more discussion ? Something that has happened is not a figment of anyone's imagination, is not for anybody to speculate & is not subject to whims of human kind, the fact that it has happened
puts all discussions to rest. One reason why we tend to romanticize our past is because it is bereft of any whimsicality, it is what we aspire to be , yes it has attained the equilibrium. We are at peace with our past because we believe it is crystal & not shaky as our present & future are. Let me explain with the help of an example. You hated your childhood & wanted to quickly grow up & earn like your father, ofcourse you hated all the restrictions that were put on you, but when you think of that period now, ah don't you interpret it to glorious heights? Yes we all do & we do so because we find them "there", "crystal", something which is better than our vagarious present & future. Reasoning from Einstein's relativity also purports my agenda for this blog, which can summed up in one line " We all are whimsical by nature, some win while some are won over"