Some days ago there was a series of
non-events that got to the extreme to
leave me frustrated.I was going through
the reactionary work of D.R .Nagaraj,
Allama Prabhu Matthu Shaiva prathibe,
which had such a tone of
criticism of the prevalent nationalised
view of Indian Philosophy,
of Das Guptha,that
it really popped up many interesting
points regarding the issues
of translation and the vernacular's
called singularities. In a very deep
sense I was really going through a
very piece of reactionary literary
scholastic work..As the going got tough,
as my correspondence works met
a dead end during week-end, I decided
to go to the canteen and sip
tea with "colorful"
view around and finish this book,
which I had prioritised to be
before I go ahead with my mail
works.Then as usual there were many
attractive girls, some with boys
many without!, being themselves,
chatting and in abandon. I wonder
are these girls more beautiful
then those of the previous generation
or that these get them selves
suitable haircuts and dress to
maximise the impact, rather than the
monotonously dressed and monotonously
done hair of the previous generation?
after all how can I say! The impact
being a serious function of the
readiness of my self to get impacted ,
makes an objective assessment impossible.
So, any way I just bask in the
thrill of the moment that my circumstances allow me to.
And there was this group of 5 girls
sitting around diagonally facing me,
two tables away, making huge noice.
I was thinking how destituted
the rigour of my work
is making me, by placing a demand on my
time so tight, that I am surely
without any concession, to be devouted to
this lone cause while life with
so much of "these" around me,
gets un touched and unfelt. In a
vague flight of delussion I was
thinking how would it be if I would
go and and talk to them, and
have some fun? Allas there was no
reason for me to relate to them or identify
with them which made this fantasy an
impossibly abberated reality.
Hence I turned the page to delve into
the objection Nagaraj finds in the
ideological ways of Allama with the
anthropological diversions of the
Veerashaiva Movement and how he
compromises his epistemological stands.
Then I survived that hard core analysis
and entered the section where he
addresses the objection of Allama about
the Tatvamasi of Adishandkaracharya.
Then I suddenly heard Hello,
I look up and the girl from that
group whose morphology had achieved
the maximum share of my attention
span is infront of me! I said yes!
but with an annoyed
face as if to make it clear that
I was being disturbed from my study.
She asked "Do I know you?" I Dont
know, pat came the reply. Then she said
"I mean I thought I had seen
you some where." I said "may be!"
Well, at this level, since I did not
have any genuine desire or affinity
for an aquaintance this really annoyed.
I looked annoyed too. Then she asked
where am I from, I told about
my college and my stint at the
company and the Institute. The girl
appologised and went off.
I was since at a very interesting
stage of the book reverted back with
no momentum loss, from this what
could have been a sweet diversion.
I went back and finished the book.
Meanwhile I finished two more cups
of tea. While that girl again was crossing me,
I just asked her had she been to
Institute for some reason,
as there is a chance that she
might have seen me there?
She bluntly said ,
"Look We were playing a game called
'who dares?' ".
In that we have to do some
thing daring. I was asked to
come and ask about your
details which I did. Apart from that
it was nothing else.
"I have never seen you and sorry for
uff As Always !!! Why me? Well,
I did not even have the
next page of the philosophical
text to revert back. I just
had to tell myself...
It happens Dude!! It happens!!!
Moral of the story:- There is some
thing about my exterior, atleast,
which makes girls need "daring"
to approach me! Its time I correct
it completely and become inviting...
I dont have much time
... Soon I shall be swept off my feet,
by my other half...
I am getting ready mate!!!