Monday, 30 July 2012

The First

Number system, with its amazing abstraction, always fascinated me. Teaching arithmetic functions to a little kid must be a Herculian task. Numbers!
Culture differ with space and time. But I cant help but wonder whether all the cultures have this obsession with the no.1. The first is always fresh and new. The first is always the best.

Spectator


I want to be a spectator. Yes, just a spectator. Not even a receptor of 3D movie experience or a bum on a gallery chair. I wish to be a spectator positioned high above the realms of experience. I want just visual and auditory spectacle not that one which penetrates in to your soul, if there is one.
How would it be to be not a ‘feeling one’. How would it be to be completely insensitive to the outer world, hmph, even an inner world.poof! Is there anything like that? I want to look at world, beyond the Brechtian estrangement technique, without wanting to act or react. Yes, I want to be a robot. But I do not think I would love to receive some doosh’s command. I better take my own decisions.
But, again, I don’t want to be affected by the outer world. So I tried to cocoon within my thoughts. However, I found that those are scarier than anything . After all, I see that I don’t control them. Is it again coming from the outer world. By the bye, what is outer and what is inner? Inner or Outer or Inner-Outer or blah blah.
In short, I just want to be a spectator not a participant in the great human drama.