A billion years work of nature is of no avail; silvery expanse of the water, azure diamond of the sky, and the green silk in the backdrop are reduced to nothing, by a phone! Turned invisible by a man made magic trick. Already self obsessed and inward looking, man is being enslaved by the charm of a hand held device pretending to be the world. Finally reality has lost its power on man, for, now, man carries oblivion in his hands. May be, may be not!
Most likely, you have momentarily turned your back to it all to take selfies with beauty surrounding you. Which, of course, is apt. We all attempt to capture beauty; if not to own it, in a vain ‘desire’ to make it last longer in our sight. It’s not in our control actually, on realising that the ‘desire’ is the effect that beauty creates on us, it is difficult to say who captures who, perhaps its beauty who captures us.
Beauty is also a touchstone for senses. That is its only real utility. How deeply a thing of beauty affects us is the measure of our sensitivity. How colours dazzle us; how scents arouse us; how touch burns us! This sensitivity is reflection of human being in us. Sensitivity to beauty is the strength of the barricade that confines and restrains the animal in us that is constantly attacking our human side. An attempt to capture beauty when one sees it, is a sign of senses surging to embrace beauty, even beyond its passing, in an attempt to banish the beast to the farthest recesses of heart and mind. Look at a sleeping baby sometime and be in thrall of purest form of beauty; if you are still able to blink, jungle is the place for you!
But, there could be another reason too. The idea of beauty is a mere notion, a notion based on relativity. It is ranking of things that interact with our senses in the hierarchy of visualised world (a world inside the head, a poet’s world). Naturally, those who feel beautiful have urge to know their own standing. But, because, one can not see self directly to compare, another pair of eyes is required. A job best done by poets, since eternity. When a poet is not around camera may be used. But, camera is a terrible substitute to do the job. Though some may highlight it as neutrality, its fatal disqualification is its indifference to beauty, for it has no heart. And, indifference is plague for beauty.
Impressed by the surrounding beauty, your urge to put the sky, the stream, the green and yourself in one frame through a selfie, to compare, is natural. But, a selfie won’t do. For, for truly finding your pedestal in the world of beauty, you must tickle the heart of a poet; and then, in the poet’s eyes, will you see your standing; if professional poet then, perhaps, in the words too.
So, drop the phone, go and look for a poet. I am sure there are many out there who will make you believe that you deserve the top spot. Believe you them if you wish, for there is no absolute truth in the world of beauty, it is only one opinion that you want to believe that matters.
-Pulastya
Most likely, you have momentarily turned your back to it all to take selfies with beauty surrounding you. Which, of course, is apt. We all attempt to capture beauty; if not to own it, in a vain ‘desire’ to make it last longer in our sight. It’s not in our control actually, on realising that the ‘desire’ is the effect that beauty creates on us, it is difficult to say who captures who, perhaps its beauty who captures us.
Beauty is also a touchstone for senses. That is its only real utility. How deeply a thing of beauty affects us is the measure of our sensitivity. How colours dazzle us; how scents arouse us; how touch burns us! This sensitivity is reflection of human being in us. Sensitivity to beauty is the strength of the barricade that confines and restrains the animal in us that is constantly attacking our human side. An attempt to capture beauty when one sees it, is a sign of senses surging to embrace beauty, even beyond its passing, in an attempt to banish the beast to the farthest recesses of heart and mind. Look at a sleeping baby sometime and be in thrall of purest form of beauty; if you are still able to blink, jungle is the place for you!
But, there could be another reason too. The idea of beauty is a mere notion, a notion based on relativity. It is ranking of things that interact with our senses in the hierarchy of visualised world (a world inside the head, a poet’s world). Naturally, those who feel beautiful have urge to know their own standing. But, because, one can not see self directly to compare, another pair of eyes is required. A job best done by poets, since eternity. When a poet is not around camera may be used. But, camera is a terrible substitute to do the job. Though some may highlight it as neutrality, its fatal disqualification is its indifference to beauty, for it has no heart. And, indifference is plague for beauty.
Impressed by the surrounding beauty, your urge to put the sky, the stream, the green and yourself in one frame through a selfie, to compare, is natural. But, a selfie won’t do. For, for truly finding your pedestal in the world of beauty, you must tickle the heart of a poet; and then, in the poet’s eyes, will you see your standing; if professional poet then, perhaps, in the words too.
So, drop the phone, go and look for a poet. I am sure there are many out there who will make you believe that you deserve the top spot. Believe you them if you wish, for there is no absolute truth in the world of beauty, it is only one opinion that you want to believe that matters.
-Pulastya
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