What is that black box you are holding in front of your face?This picture,among few others, is probably evidence of the fact that the word 'obese' was also a part of my life at some point in my past. Since then, things have changed a lot more. By changes, I mean both physical changes and those that happen in the mind (mental? emotional? spiritual?).
I can confidently claim that I have become taller than I was at an age of 8 months only, but only marginally so. In terms of physical structure, I seem to have become a lot less spherical and a lot more linear now. My nose seems to have grown longer, and shows a great affinity to growing ceaselessly! I had straight hair then, and now I have this wavy bunch of things growing out of my scalp.
They Wanted to Take a Snap and I couldn't Find My Straw Hat
That should be enough about my physical traits. Now the reason why I chose to compare these two pictures. The picture above defines me pretty much entirely. If I were to look at the two more closely, in both I'm lost in my own world, oblivious of everything else.
When it comes to being photographed, that is something I'm not particularly fond of although I'm guessing I never really had a yes/no option placed before me when I was 8 months old. "She's fat, she's chubby, she's a baby.. She must be captured on camera". I like to believe that I have more of a say in that now, and a lot many things apart from that.
Although the one thing that has stayed on since then is my obsession with the little world that I build around myself and live happily in. Sometimes that doesn't seem like the best thing to do with regard to the course I've taken up at present. Getting back to changes in thinking that I mentioned earlier, I know that today I am aware of a lot of things around me - things that are going horribly wrong - despite which I somehow choose to shut them out, either metaphorically or literally with a straw hat of the above fancy kind.
This would bring me to ponder over one last thing. How easy is it for all of us then, myself included too, to be aware of things around and yet consciously turn a blind eye to things and live in the pretty little doll houses that we build for ourselves?
Maybe one day I should be able to figure that out, and set things straight in my head...
Until then..
Cheers!
I can confidently claim that I have become taller than I was at an age of 8 months only, but only marginally so. In terms of physical structure, I seem to have become a lot less spherical and a lot more linear now. My nose seems to have grown longer, and shows a great affinity to growing ceaselessly! I had straight hair then, and now I have this wavy bunch of things growing out of my scalp.
They Wanted to Take a Snap and I couldn't Find My Straw Hat
That should be enough about my physical traits. Now the reason why I chose to compare these two pictures. The picture above defines me pretty much entirely. If I were to look at the two more closely, in both I'm lost in my own world, oblivious of everything else.
When it comes to being photographed, that is something I'm not particularly fond of although I'm guessing I never really had a yes/no option placed before me when I was 8 months old. "She's fat, she's chubby, she's a baby.. She must be captured on camera". I like to believe that I have more of a say in that now, and a lot many things apart from that.
Although the one thing that has stayed on since then is my obsession with the little world that I build around myself and live happily in. Sometimes that doesn't seem like the best thing to do with regard to the course I've taken up at present. Getting back to changes in thinking that I mentioned earlier, I know that today I am aware of a lot of things around me - things that are going horribly wrong - despite which I somehow choose to shut them out, either metaphorically or literally with a straw hat of the above fancy kind.
This would bring me to ponder over one last thing. How easy is it for all of us then, myself included too, to be aware of things around and yet consciously turn a blind eye to things and live in the pretty little doll houses that we build for ourselves?
Maybe one day I should be able to figure that out, and set things straight in my head...
Until then..
Cheers!
2 comments:
nameless...and faceless too! now, besides the obvious physical changes that we can see between the two photographs, I'd be interested in some of the "mental, emotional, spiritual" changes as well.
I do not think you are "lost in my own world" in both photos. In fact, very conscious. Why are you "not particularly fond" of being photographed? And, what are you hiding from? "literally or metaphorically" and why? What are the kinds of things you have now become aware of and choose to "turn a blind eye" to? - Ajay
Sorry again about the anonymity...
That was me, Sruti.
The second photograph was actually taken without my knowledge. My being conscious was something that there was no scope for. I merely carried the stool on the head because I didn't want to hold it.
I am not particularly fond of being photographed because it mostly requires a 'posing' which is something I can't come to terms with. Posing, for me, is something that is purposely distanced from reality and at some level, to me, suggests an element of the 'fake'.
As for oblivion, I intentionally put the stool over my head. But if I were to look more closely at the picture, it just tells a lot about how I, and many others, tend to consciously overlook the more important things in life - things that actually define our spaces in society with respect to others. A lot of what I'm saying seems to be coming from the function I attended today at Patkar Hall, but that doesn't really fit here. But what is common to this assignment and that function is that both act as catalysts in reminding one of the conscious oblivion that governs the mind of many of us.
Sruti
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