Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Lazy Initialization


A well-dressed, rather well-fed kid with thick glasses on his eyes walking with his gray-haired, grand-fatherly father is becoming an increasingly common sight in our postmodern establishments and colonies. When I see them - the kid and his arthritic father - I feel more and more certain of the opinion that the generation gap is increasing with every generation. I wonder how often they talk, the kid and his old father. And how much they share, or understand, when they do.

On the other hand, at 30 something, SM - one of my good friends - is young enough to play football and dabble in photography, while surviving in an industry which is full of hopeless workaholics. For a man who is married and whose son is old enough to be in intermediate, his youth is a refreshing sight.

He got married when he was still in his teens; when he was still innocent and his wife was still charming. Today, when his innocence and her charm has depreciated, he says he regrets his marriage, but only to the extent any married man does. Not more, he smiles. Perfect marriage is a myth anyway, he says with his post-marriage wisdom, and it is idiotic to wait for the perfect match. Early marriages might be old-fashioned but at least they allowed the couples to adjust with each other before they are stiffened by rigor mortis.

He feels satisfied that he can connect to his son much easier than many fathers of his son's friends. After all, SM is still a young man! And he is hopeful that he will be able to take his passion - photography - more seriously once he gets rid of his fatherly responsibilities, in next 5-10 years. But what about the grand-fathers?

Late marriage leads to larger generation gap and adjustment nightmares. But that's not all.

Deprived of sex, men and women lock themselves in their private rooms, where they indulge in their sweet sex-thoughts. We corrupt ourselves with an abandon, fearing nothing but exposure. The civilization converts a man into a metaphor - we know what to show and what to hide. Under the aegis of a fetish called career, we abstain till we get sick with what we abstain from. But it's alright, since it's an individual choice - to be or not to be (a pervert). But unlike physical sickness, perversion is not completely individual - it has social consequences.

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Nityanand, the IITK graduate and a GE engineer, who was caught last month by US police in case of cyber-pedophilia, might not be less conscientious than you and I. He was just less lucky than us - he got caught in his private room act. He did chase a child, but does that make him a child-chaser, a wolf? Was he an inveterate pervert who just happened to be good at Math? Perhaps not, perhaps he was a regular pervert like you and I, but got caught in his weak moment.

Whatever, he will be known forever as a child-chaser. He was chasing a child, wasn't he? But what was it that chased him? What was it that played tricks on his mind. What was it that took him near the edge, and in that weak moment, pushed him down, making him a random victim - when he was found fallen, his face looked distorted with lust. He looked like a deterrent.

The idea is not to go too close to the edge. The idea is to realize that if you deny drinking clean water when you are thirsty, you will end up drinking dirty water when the thirst becomes irrepressible. We have collectively chosen to deny clean water. That's why we are flooded by dirty water everywhere. Now the dirty water is leaking into our homes. What do we do now?


9 comments:

Unknown said...

Bhaiya

Bhagwan ji ke alawa aur koi sahara hai hi nahi is uljshan se. Saala mind aisi cheez hai ki iske baare mein huzur-e-gulzar farmaate hain: goli maaro bheje mein / bheja shor karta hai.

But this talk about "stiffened by rigor mortis" completely misses, thank god.

Sitaron se aagay jahan aur bhi hain,
Abhi ishq ke imtehan aur bhi hain.
...
Isi roz-o-shab mein ulajh kar na reh ja,
Ke tere zaman-o-makan aur bhi hain.
~(Allama Iqbal)

Abhishek* said...

Reading does help. You and I manage to locate something presentable to wrap nonsense. However, I can understand a nonsense post, but not a nonsense comment. Does nonsense deserve nothing better?

Unknown said...

Heh heh, abe, I was saying that I do not understand what it is to be "stiffened by rigor mortis". I completely lack that concept. Even if I come to know that tomorrow I am dying due to swine flu, I will continue to be absurd and foolish like I am.

Gulzar was quoted to put the child molesting behaviour into perspective. Mind can be overpowering.

Iqbal was quoted to assert that Ishq IS overpowering. You cannot control it; it controls you. It tests you, and rewards you; you do not patronise it.

And I seek God's refuge lest the "adjustment nightmare" ruin my peace (piece) of mind. Of course, adjustment is a wise choice made by the courageous. This was in response to the leaking of dirty water. What do we do now: Seek that refuge. That refuge is there for anyone who wants it. It is very simple to enter it. You can do it anytime.

You say the idea is not to go too close to the edge; I think the idea is to live a little dangerously. At any rate, we both acknowledge the edge. Where we differ, is the degree of control. For example, you are scary when you get angry; I am scared of myself when I get angry.

I was repsonding to each of the pieces in your work which appealed to me, in parts. Nevertheless, nonsense is nonsense.

Heh Heh!

Braveheart said...

I knew Nityanad personally, he was my senior. I was in Chennai when I read his news on the front page and felt very sad. It is sad what happened to him. Stamped a monster that he certainly is not. That's what happens when social problems are dealt with legally.

- Akshaya

Unknown said...

How would you feel if I, one of your friends, am caught with my pants down alongside a beautiful seductress in Guwahati?

I bet you would laugh; that is what I should like you to do. It would make the ordeal that follows easier for me. There is acceptance as well as ridicule in laughter.

By the way, I am only suggesting.

Akshaya:

In one of the lyrical and critical essays, Camus negotiates the possibility when a prostitute approaches him, while he is seeing life manifest itself in a Paris pub as a fat torrid woman belching cheap melodies to filthy audiences swooning around her. But because the prostitute who offers herself to Camus is not as pretty as he would like her to be, he passes over the idea.

Probably Nityanand was being silly at the wrong moment at the wrong place. America ajeeb jagah hai. Kahin bhi kabhi bhi policing chalu rehti hai. What is "cyber" paedophilia? Was all that virtual?

Braveheart said...

Yes. He only chatted sex with this supposedly below 18 girl and might have had an intercourse potentially when he met her. Instead, it turned out to be a trap and he was caught. It's just so stupid to make it look like a crime..

Abhishek* said...

I think it will be impossible for anyone of us to be able to explain everything that we do in our life. Sometimes we do things in a confused state of mind. Many a times we fail to grasp the situation, and events take their own course.

I watched a movie recently - "Judgment at Nuremberg", in which an Aryan woman is asked to tell the court about the nature of her relationship with a Jew man. I realized that no woman can ever convince a court that there wasn't anything between her and the man in question. There can be no acquittal from such trial.

Unknown said...

There is something perverted about the nature of contemptuous judgement. These new age pharisees are senseless and paranoic, and are all for the "Pre Emptive" strike. For all you know, Nityanand might be under the impression that the girl was only faking to be pre-pubescent.

You see, if no one thinks you are right (which is turning out to be America's case), then you tend to satisfy yourself with such self-righteousness. I would like to quote Andre Gide: There should be no judgement without love.

Unknown said...

Abhishek,

I am pleasantly surprised to know that you feel it impossible to explain everything in your life. I love you for saying that. But would you say it is possible to have a desire to understand everything? A desire to accomplish the impossible... I think you would agree.