Basic Instinct

No, this is not a movie review. This is inquiry of a low capacity mind; which being unable to chew full sentences feed on words. I was listening to a great writer at Hindu Lit Fest, 2013 and just two words set up my thought process. This is quality of writers; they can leave you thinking in uncharted territories.

What is Basic Instinct? Google tells me it is a movie. Wikipedia confirms this and adds that this movie has a sequel also.

What I was looking for, I found that under the heading Instinct in Wikipedia. Wiki says, “Instinct or innate behavior is the inherent inclination of a living organism toward a particular complex behavior”.

Now question arises that whether this instinct is applicable at individual level or at class level. I think I will redefine my topic as Basic human instinct. This is described in behavioral sciences as - innate part of behavior that emerges in humans without any training or education.

Basic human instinct contains negative emotions like jealousy, greed, vanity etc. So, can we justify our actions as basic human instincts? It is not our fault if we feel jealous and harm someone. We are programmed to do so.

Here, I think the role of education comes in. Education should enable us to make conscious scrutiny of our actions. It should enable our conscious to overrule basic human instinct. 

UNITY BY DIVERSITY

I remember in school I was taught, ‘Bharat ki akhandata main uski shakti hai’, means India’s power is in its diversity. That time my intellect was not so alert to question this statement. It is hard to argue against something which is fed in your mind in childhood. Still we should make an attempt.

Let us first raise basic question. What is unity? If you think that everyone having same opinion, everyone wanting same thing and everyone having same perspective is unity, then India lacks unity. But this is too narrow view of unity. I would define unity as a feeling, a sense of brotherhood. Unity is not free of arguments and confrontations.

Having different opinions, arguments, efforts for cause one does believe in, are part of democracy and diversity. If one opposes us it does not mean that he hate us, it can be just that he has his own reasoning and belief. The unity comes after all arguments happen and decision is taken. Unity is something which binds people in spite of all this. For example unity comes when first we argue about caste based reservation. But once it is implicated we sent our children to same school and invite at our home their friends from other caste.

The beauty of unity is that it comes out openly at the time of adversity, may be that it why it is seen less and questioned many times. But the time of wars or time of natural disasters have shown again and again how people have stand by each other forgetting all their differences.

Some people due to diversity do treat others differently. And this behavior can go to extremes of being a threat to diversity. For this reason we should not consider diversity as threat. Human beings are capable of using same energy for both constructive and destructive purpose. Like nuclear energy, power of diversity can be used both ways.

If due to our inefficiency in administration we let diversity be one of the reason for unfair distribution of resources and treatment of human beings then indeed we will make diversity hamper our progress. In fact till now unity is the thing which has made us move forward with so much of diversity. If we would use our diversity to complement each other shortcoming, like moving surplus food from one area to deficit area, then it will make unity strong. If we use diversity as excuse of our inefficiency then it will destroy our unity.

Sample

‘Baby’

‘Yes Baby’

‘Baby when will you talk to your parents?’

Flashes of faces crossed Neel’s mind; his mother’s face, his father’s face.  He would have talked today if he dared not think the moment of confrontation. Without putting any more pressure on his faculties he casually replied.

‘I will talk anytime yaar. What’s the haste?’

With an effort reply came, ‘Yesterday, Mom asked me whether there is any guy. If so I should tell her. Otherwise my parents would start looking for suitable match’.

‘And what you said’

‘I said what the hurry is. I don’t want to marry now’

‘Yes. Exactly. So problem is solved’.

‘It does not end here. Within six months my father is getting retired. Before retirement he wants to marry me.’

‘Still Six Months’

Rozy wouldn’t qualify as fair as Indian’s think of Christians. She got a small broad stature wouldn’t qualify as Christian by any standards. This shortness gives her gravity, strength of being close to her roots. Her vocal chords were successful in pumping this strength in her voice.

‘It is just six months’                                              

Beep. Line was dead.

Neel, a face casual and carefree and a smile having mix colors of radiance and shyness, was pale. Though his dropped eyes were matching to usually dropped shoulders. A search was going inside his mind. But all excuses were evading today. At last as a tired marathon runner his head drops to realize that now there is no escape. It was time for him to stand up and confront the truth.

As the thoughts were becoming slow a voice took over. ‘Neel’, his mother called. ‘Beta, come for dinner’.

With firm conviction Neel walked down the stairs. On seeing his parents on dinner table, their causal way of talking make Neel felt alienated like a gap was there between the firmness in him and happiness outside.

At last he broached. ‘Ma. There is a girl’. The silence concealed the words. An eye contact among three of them revealed the situation.  With a softening smile Maa asked , ‘What’s her name? Who is she? Tell us more about her’.  

‘Rozy’

The momentarily softening smile looked out place and replacing it with a triumph come blood. Blood always does not make cheeks red. It can run in eyes and without words you can gaze and destroy.

‘She is Christian’, his father asked.

‘Yes paa…’

‘See Neel. She is a Christian and friend it’s fine. But don’t let her be more than friend. You know that you are our only son. I will never accept any Christian in this house.’ With finality in voice his father finally finished dinner and went off.

 It was lifelong habit of his father to just force decision saintly. Or it was Neel’s pre-judged notions that didn’t allow his disagreement to his father’s decision to surface. Same thing was said by mother’s eyes, though in a little pleading way. However, there was no need of emotional talks now, matter was decided, accepted and settled by his father’s words.

2

Rozy, was out of her wits. Neel was not picking her phone. All sought of devastated thoughts were coming to her mind. She dropped messages also but no reply. At last she went to Neel’s house.

Walking heavily in whirlpool of hopes and fears, the first person she saw outside house sitting in verandah was Neel’s father. She greeted him politely.

‘You are Neel’s friend. Sit beta’

‘Neel has gone outside. He will be back in some time. What’s your name beta’

‘Rozy. How much time he will take?’

The name ringed in his mind. After settling the matter so easily with one decision, he was not able to chew that still something is remaining. As it was in Neel’s father habit to cut to point and put things to end. Thinking that he has set his son straight and now it is on him to correct this girl also, he said.

‘Oh! So you are the girl.’

‘See beta. I told this clearly to Neel. And I will tell this to you also. You are a Christian and no way in the world I am going to let my son marry a Christian girl. Neel has been matured and practical enough to understand. You too also face the reality and forget Neel.’

Rozy was dumbfounded. She was boiling inside but today like someone has put her in chains, she couldn’t vent out. Like heart has sucked life from everything her eyes, face and tongue. How can a stranger dictate her life to her?  May be it was straightness and expectedness of attack that took her. She wanted to say a lot more but she could only manage to utter.

‘Where is Neel?’

She got the answer by Neel’s father’s gaze which went over her shoulder. Neel was standing with dead expression. Like someone has chained his heart and thrown in deep sea and his face float above water visible to others. Rozy, was able to sense his feelings, his burden. But was she was not able to understand that why has he accepted it. The absence of action which eyes of Rozy observed created the doubts on her intuition. As general understanding this time also silence of Neel was taken as his consent.

On realizing, that Neel has made a choice, a free choice. Rozy, left as tears left her eyes.

3

Habit is strong thing. Sometimes it can better your emotions also. This is what happened with Neel. Though he was feeling spineless without love of his life, his father’s words had always shown him a path to tread. No one knows what was going inside Neel’s heart. Not even Neel because he never tried to touch his heart’s depth, because he never realized importance of listening to his own heart. Neel was happy or not, no one knows. He got married and was successful in maintaining a sober appearance and was carrying on with his daily life.

Rozy, was the one who got stuck because her only reality was what her heart showed to her.  She was not ready to accept things without asking questions. More questions she asked to herself more confused she became in words like reality, practicality, life, love. More confused she became more useless she felt. More useless she thought of herself more useless life seems to her. But such is a beauty of life if you don’t make a move it will force a move on you.

 John was a nice charming guy. He was someone who is at ease with people at social gatherings. Rozy met him at one such family function. At that time Rozy was trying to make sense of her every thought, when everything happening in life was a question for her. John’s careless way seemed so novel to Rozy at that time that she was attracted. Like attraction to opposite.

The day when he came to her house with his mother, his politeness spread sweetness in home. He asked her lot of questions what she does, what she likes, what she had studied. All the questions of which he already knew the answers he asked. Rozy, was getting irritated at this useless talks. Sensing something John said.

‘What is wrong? Are you not happy with this marriage? Is anything bothering you?’

And with straight face she said.

‘Yes. I loved someone else. And now I’ve to marry you. That is the problem.’

  ‘So what is the problem? I am not stopping you from loving others. You are always free to decide whom to love and whom to marry.’

The popping of shoulders and innocence of question took some weight away from Rozy’s heart. Like a new light which showed her that what she was considering poison was actually water. May be she had locked herself so much from everything else that now she felt surging life from this question. And she said ‘Yes’ to marriage.

4

The dawn of everyday starts with hope and enthusiasm. Then comes the time when things reflect in true light.

One day in evening when John, came at home, to Rozy.

‘Hey darling’

Rozy, turned and gave a strained smile. A smile which died before it was born.

‘Hey. How was your day?’

Though Rozy’s, demeanor was not different today than usual. Still it stung in John’s heart. All these days he thought that Rozy is in some pain and with time she will come over it. He waited but now he was losing his patience. After all he was also a human being. In return of his affection he also craved for affection.

John came closer to Rozy and looking in her eyes bought flowers in his hand forward near to her face.

‘This is for you my love’.

Softly and with affection Rozy took flowers.

‘Thank you my love. You are so sweet.’

Turning back again Rozy continued.

‘I’ve prepared your favorite Mushroom soup. Go and change.’

What John could have said? He couldn’t blame her. He knew something was missing in their relationship. A passion, a fire, a feeling of underneath bond was what John’s was searching for.  But he can’t blame Rozy. He has himself to blame. The blame was on hope that he had. A hope which said that human heart has strength to drench out memories and fall in love again.

5

Time passed. Two years. John knew that her relationship with Rozy was more systematic and defined than people working in office. He can always predict the answer Rozy was going to give. He missed the unpredictability of humans. In fact he started feeling void of human warmth.

The coldness he felt in her touch was now overpowering his fire. Rozy’s behavior, on other hand, was in such consistence that it looks she is in a kind of hidden ecstasy. 

‘John. Dinner is ready’

‘John. Dinner is ready. Will you come?’

‘I am not eating.’

‘Why? What happened?’

‘Nothing happened. Nothing. That is the problem that nothing is happening. For god’s sake leave me alone’.

And John thumped out of the room. Next morning when Rozy, woke up she found dinner still on table untouched. On the table one paper not was also there.

‘ Dear Rozy,

I am sorry. I was always pretending that everything is fine. May be I thought that by ignoring the pain it will go. Whatever it is I don’t exactly know now. I never felt that I am living with you. You were right you love someone else that is the problem. I couldn’t understand this at that time. I can’t blame you. I’ve put myself in this.

I don’t know what to do now. But something should be done. I can’t be with you more and suffocate. I don’t know how you would feel. Whatever it is I cannot escape the reality I am feeling in my heart now. I am leaving forever.’

For Rozy it was like manifestation of unaccepted reality. Her eyes become moist and moisture becomes tears. Was she happy that finally her pain won? Does endurance of her pain shows her true love to Neel? Will she find solace in fact that her feeling existed outside her heart also? She didn’t know. But she was able to understand what John must be feeling right now.

Just before bath

When i see you,
i  see you - and you look ug - ly.
When u speak and walk,
i see - again and u look ok.
When u sing with closed eyes,
i see again and u look beauti-ful.
When u dance wi-th open arms,
i see again and realize...

What is taste?

What is taste?

I like strawberry only. I don't eat vanilla or any other ice cream. Is this taste?

I like strawberry because it taste like this. I like vanilla because it taste like this. Is this taste?

Am i sounding confusing. First, category should be clear to all. I would expand on second category.

Let us talk about people like coffee taster or wine taster. They generally don't talk in terms of i like. They say that this taste like this. That taste like that. I like this thing in this and that thing in that. OR sometimes i eat strawberry and feel like this. When i eat vanilla i feel like this. In short these people don't have hard and fast likings. They have contextual or you can say, they have kind of floating preferences.

Now, my question is who got the better taste buds? If you say category first. Then we should consider category second professionals lucky.
Anyways, wine tasting is a lucky profession only. :P