Monday, July 10, 2006

Surely you're joking Mr.Wilson?

Its funny how what Nietzsche and Wells call existentialism was not really existentialism but a strange combination of a rather hyperbolic perception of pathos and pessimism at its most obvious and yet most sensitive; and being what it is, it is exactly what Colin Wilson quietly astutely addresses in his book "the Outsider".

However, going forth, one thing strikes me as an obvious contradiction, more so and particularly pertinent when you put the Wells and Nietzsche schools of thought in perspective of 2 primary aspects
The fact that their perceptions were restricted to the western civilization and didn’t inculcate what is romantically called the far eastern mysticism, when it actually is spirituality; and
the time frame, i.e. the era in which both these thinkers propagated their philosophies, though they themselves were geographically worlds apart

I am inclined to think the outsider of today's era is more geographically mobile or more worldly-wise and by implication more attuned to the perceptions of the 'new world', which admittedly is a rather clichéd term, but is the only one that appropriately encapsulates what am trying to address here.

One must realise that the 'new world' is nothing if not a global community. The average person; and in the context of this argument, I only speak of the intellectuals, is better travelled and when I say travelled, I don’t speak of visited but such as to have assimilated as much of every culture had to offer as possible, into his being and intellectual frame of reference.

Given a proclivity to see beyond and much more that the average individual, the perceptions of the intellectual (the way I see it, an intellectual given an active and adequate emotional intelligence would roughly translate into Wilson's outsider), would be richer still with global exposure and given that, I move to my primary argument, which is this, "the outsider of today is as perceptive and as introspective but certainly more adaptive"

I have often observed many an individual, many of them my friends, who go into what we have come to call "withdrawal" and those who do not understand it call "dormancy" wherein one withdraws from day to day mundane interactions, not withdrawing from them completely but restricting them to those that are essential. In the phase, emails are not replied to, phone calls are ignored - neither picked up nor returned. There is a definitive yet intelligent abstinence from mediocrity and anything unintelligent, thereby restricting all interaction and contact with the world to the absolutely necessary for survival.

As such, various thoughts come forward, the first among them being the fact that the average outsider of today is rather young and is not driven by anything other than what stimulates him/her and yes as Wilson pointed out, "he stands for nothing but the truth" but then is also intelligent enough not to extract himself completely from what he/she considers necessary. They will party to the extent necessary, they will interact to the extent necessary to keep their jobs and will do all they realise is necessary to maintain a reasonable standard of living, the primary driver of all this being so that they have enough time and energy to think, to contemplate, to see, to reason, to rationalise, to perceive, to conceive and to articulate to themselves.

When they write, they will write for themselves and what they do subsequently with what is written is inconsequential. There is a band of people across the world today who are usually perceived by the rest of the world as intense, sincere, intelligent, smart and quite often weird. But herein list the intellectual core of the society of tomorrow.

Another trait that comes across very strongly is that all these persons are rather successful at what they do, and that, not necessarily because they love what they do, but because a sheer intelligence precludes them from being anything short of good at doing whatever it is that do, once they have set their minds to it.

Am certain that most readers of this little essay are wondering how the profound perception of the crass reality that marked distinct Wilson's 'outsider' relates to the ideas that I have attempted to propagate above. Am certain, some people will even astutely identify contradictions in what Wilson loathed calling the 'philosophy' of the outsider against the ideas suggested above.

I caught myself saying to one of my colleagues today "Well, I spend 5 days of the week among and with people, I don’t feel obliged to do the same with the remaining 2!" and this was a not-thought-out and hence certainly subconscious response to her allegation that I was an anti-social animal at times. Enter the new age thinker.

This is not a categorical statement that I make and restrict to myself. It is rather about this whole new breed of thinkers and philosophers who stand for the truth but are shrewd enough not to let it get in their way, their way of making the most of themselves, of doing what they love doing. Lack of integrity you say? But then isn’t existence about doing what you love doing? Then if this is not the purest form of existentialism, then I don’t know what is…….

So here's to existentialism of the new world and here's to the new outsider!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

but then everyone wants to go to heaven..........

There’s a castle that’s in ruin
The eagles soar around the spires
The lives that were lost on the walls
Were the lives of warriors afire
They all wanted to go to heaven but didn’t wanna die

but then everyone wants to go to heaven but no one wants to die

I am a meager traveler
Traveling the sands of time
I have walked the oceans forever
I’ve sat at the gates of paradise
Coz I want to enter heaven, but I aint willing to die

but then everyone wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die

The streets are full of people
In coffins full of spite
They all were once warriors
They were warriors of the light
But now in times forgotten, they wander the streets
They wander without a cause, they can’t see the light
The cause stands not by them anymore; they are warriors with no master
They all wanted to go to heaven, but were never willing to die

Coz honor is now a myth
The word has a meaning no more
Valor, freedom, fire of the soul
Are only now parts of folklore
For gone are the days of greatness
And lost is the soul of time
For warriors are now stragglers
Living out a lie

but then everyone wants to go to heaven, yet no one wants to die
Coz everyone wants to go to heaven, no one wants to die