"O Sun, great Oriental, my proud mind's golden cap, I love to wear you cocked askew and to burst in song to rouse our hearts, so long as you and I both live"
Nikos Kazantzakis- The Odyssey
Everything we ever encounter, experience or feel is entrapped in a moment. Everyone and everything is in perpetual motion, in a flux. No two moments can ever be the same. As observed by many wise men before me and as will be by the ones in the future- The only one constant in this universe is constant change. I guess i posted this blog now because i felt like writing. For all you know i may regret starting this blog tomorrow. I have borrowed the title of my blog from the epitaph of the great Nikos Kazantzakis. The gibberish you see in greek script reads The elpizo tipota. The fovamai tipota. Eimai elefthe. Literally translated it simply means I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.
We live in these fleeting moments. Our lives are made of these weird moments which anyway, if observed individually are meaningless, but surprisingly they are weirder when you piece your life together by looking at the moments that defined your lives cumulatively. Now i m not sure and least bothered if our fates were deterministically pre ordained or controlled because frankly speaking our complete existence is a crazy melee. I guess irrespective of anyones best efforts one simply cant control how their life is going to turn out.
Ki Gal Hai?
One of my best surdy friends once gave me diktat when he was gazing intently on the doors of perception (after a heady dose obba) Shekhu beta kuchh bhi ho jaye yaar aishkaro. Life is meant for aish vaish toh why not ...... Kal ki ho jaye koi bharosa nahi .....pause(pass out)......Cheekio Chillao jo bhi batana hai khul ke batao.......(yaar woh chali kyun gayee maine kyun nahi bataya?)........Aishkaro maaje mein jiyo khulke piyo (12'o clock) pause ....abe saale kyun has rahan hain 12 baj gaye kya..... kaash hamesha hi baarah baje rehte......pause.......(burp) oye pakad yaar (puke)
(Yes, he still cant talk straight)
Alright,back to the point. My actions today may be right or wrong tomorrow or maybe right one day and wrong the other or vice versa. Even if we do care about our actions we cant guarantee our future. We all constantly live with this uncertainty; we fear it. Some love it some hate it. When it is kind to us we call it god . When it rips our best laid plans to shreds we christen it as the devil . I guess I have come to accept it without fear, love, hate, dread or hope or any other such emotion. It is a part of our lives and will always be. Que sera sera, What shall be shall be
A Mans Gotta do What a Mans Gotta Do
BUT
In spite of my (anyone's) best efforts i (anyone) will never be truly impervious to the future or unknown. But in thought i can fly and in expression i can soar. Expression is freedom. Expression in these words is my only hope of an existence devoid of fear or hope. An existence for existence and existence alone. I am free. I am me.
Fools, art is a heavy task, more heavy than gold crowns;
it's far more difficult to match firm words than armies, they're disciplined troops, unconquered, to be placed in rhythm, the mind's most mighty foe, and not disperse in air. I'd give, believe me, a whole land for one good song, for I know well that only words, that words alone, like the high mountains, have no fear of age or death.
Odyssey Book 10 689th verse
BTW Read the Odyssey by Nikos Kazantzakis. It is absolutely amazing.
