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In An Introvert's World #1 A Walk Around The Jalpari Lake: 22nd April 2018

There are many habits that can be imbibed from one's profession. Mine being a teacher provides way too many takeaways, one of them being keeping a record of roughly everything - from the words you speak in the classroom, those you hear, the way you teach, the objectives with which you teach, the assignments you give, the activities you conduct, the expectations you have and so on. The list is never complete.  The most all this normally does is make a record and thus, keep all those moments alive, at least on paper – alive, ready to be bothered with anytime in the future. A record of significant events of one’s life is equally important, I at this point realize, owing to the imperfect nature of human memory.
                A very special routine that will definitely get into the list of life-changing events in my autobiography, if it gets worth it in the future, is my walk around the Jalpari Lake. I have been walking around here since my middle-school days. I have lived different lives here. I have been different persons here. I have walked alone and I have walked in groups. I have won and lost friends. I have conceived stories. I have turned into my present form. The evolution, necessarily, never stops; to remember all those things I have been is indeed a tedious task and thus I begin to note these stages down, so it is easier for me in the future to craft a mobile version of my life.


The most significant of all the mates I have been there with is Mr. T and he was my companion tonight as well. We talk about a diversity of topics – from politics to poems and songs and psychology and (rarely) love (as a concept).

Growing up
Friends with similar tastes in music are often improbable to be found. When your own taste is weird, the friend becomes rare and precious. Discussing retro songs, we came to two conclusions:
1.       Not everyone admires it when you send them Tum Itna Jo Muskura Rahe Ho by Jagjt Singh on Whatsapp.
2.       They will surely admire the same song a few years hence.
This brought us to the incredibly simple and transparent conclusion – that taste in music changes with age. If this is to be seen as growing up from Honey Singh to Arijit Singh to Jagjit Singh and Kishore Kumar, then I and he have indeed aged. But what has this “growing up” to do with moving towards retro songs? The answer may lie in what one searches for in music.
A 10 year kid (I have seen class III kids rambling Honey Singh and class IV kids shouting Despacito) is most probably going to go by the music – that is to say, one which amuses them. A grown up kid, with his inquisitiveness and tendency to follow the crowd, often finds herself listening to English songs. “What’s there in Bollywood songs?” she may shoot up to her friends; there may indeed be nothing in the Bollywood songs but she, note me, doesn’t know this. She doesn’t understand the English songs either. What marks, then, the tendency to retard to retro?

Retard to Retro
I have listened to French, Russian and Spanish songs along with English in my college days. I know none of the prior three languages and have hardly understood any but a few pristine English songs thoroughly (Guaranteed). But still I listened to them. I did so religiously.
Only a personal awakening, I believe, can bring about a change in music taste. It is largely related to what one’s going through in life. I bet Mister Sherlock Holmes could have inferred a great deal about a person from her musical taste.
Others who don’t understand why the majority likes retro songs, I have a hint. The answer has got something to do with lyrics and life. Modern songs can either not press the sore nerve or if they do, they do so in a very mainstream manner (exceptions are everywhere – Dil Diyan Gallan). Retro songs did so in both an accurate and intricate manner. Take this with a pinch of salt for I am no expert and am doing this essaying for the very first instance in my life.
Here’s a proof for you:
Ye roshni k saath kyun,
Dhuan utha chirag se?
Ye khwaab dekhti hu mai
Ki jag padi hu khwaab se?
(“Ajeeb Daasta Hai Ye” by Lata Mangeshkar)
The setting of the song is serene and simple. The protagonists are seated on a boat with a band and passengers aboard. The movie was shot in monochrome. All the scene has to provide is this and the actors’ expressions. The effect is a chill that creeps up your spine whenever you listen to it.


Basic Rationalism
The conversation went awry and religion entered the scene. We were talking about sorrows when I remembered the Four Noble Truths of Buddhism: that world is full of sorrow; that sorrows have a cause which generally is desire, ignorance or attachment; that sorrows can be removed by destroying the cause; and that this can be done by the practice of the Eight Fold Path.
This is no advocacy of any particular religion but this is the ultimate scientific and rationalist approach I have seen in any religion (again, I have little to no knowledge of what other religions teach). Mr.T found this incredible – for this was no rocket science! Indeed, every action has a cause; so do sufferings – what’s new? That every action has a cause is rationalism. Still we believe that walking all the way to a religious shrine barefoot (or any other concept readily believed in by believers) will wipe out our sorrows. Why so? What has this journey to do with sorrows? In this regard, Buddhism can’t be treated as a religion. The Buddha was silent on the existence of God – the very basis of all major modern religions. Buddhism started as a way of life and now, like all others, can be regarded as just another religion. This is not to blame any religion or God in particular – but to blame us.

Symbols and Methods
The truth is that we have always been substituting the real thing with symbols. Give us a symbol and we are ready to defy all odds for its love. In the hassle for these symbols, the real thing is long lost. The practice of non-violence is lost amid the huge statues. Vasudeva Kutumbakam is lost amid the construction of certain temples. Similarly, respect for national symbols is seen as equivalent to patriotism. A reason behind this is that the real thing is often cumbersome and difficult to maintain. Additionally, there is no suitable or unified method to obtain it. Non-violence, for example, is an element of the Eight Fold Path to liberation. It is against the very nature of human beings. Sustaining it is even more difficult. After all, one can’t even notice all their endurance reaping any gains. Who is going to prefer it to a very systematic and ideal pilgrimage, however difficult it may be, when it is going to give you the feel that you are at least doing something?
                

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