The in-betweens between Art and Perfection!

The in-betweens between Art and Perfection!

Perfection, a term which is just a mask for a compliment, I prefer “Your voice goes down like a molten metal down my throat and freezes when it reaches my heart.” That’s what I wrote to an artist on Instagram. She probably loved it and replied to the comment.

Flawlessness, an abstract idea for it is the imperfections that make something a masterpiece (based on a conversation I had with someone long time back.)

I loved the unblemished skin on women I saw on the internet and then I came across something called ‘makeup’ that made them look that way, foundations and highlighters with sponges to ‘blend’ the ‘contours’.

 

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I was pointed out for my tight jeans by a close friend, extremely offended I termed it ‘fashion’. But I have realized that the fashion and beauty industries have falsified the examples of the perfect skin, hair, nails and clothes. – The ideals on which the modern industries are running.

(Now you wouldn’t really wear those skull high neck frills, except on a ramp.)

 

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                             Even the puffer looks shocked for she pulled it better than him!

The health industry has us dissatisfied with the way we look- so they developed the treadmills, when walking and jogging serve the very same purpose!

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(An average man wouldn’t have those muscular arms. – A painter would definitely have those hollow, sunken eyes and a musician cannot worry about his perfectly trimmed beard!
The beard! Ah! The beard! Such a manly thing to have! Though it doesn’t run the world- personally I’m not a big fan either.)

(A housewife cannot worry about her perfectly manicured nails and a business woman cannot paint hers with a bright neon colour. It does not define any personality trait!)

The perfect body? It’s more of genetics and will power! – I shall leave out no contradictions for it is the in-betweens that are to be defined!

 

 

 

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The mere illusion of a perfect body!

 

You’ll have to be Manhji, The Mountain Man to make way through this obstacle in this society (I don’t know of the other countries- having little exposure and a humongous boulder of social connection.)
When a woman ages, they think of her as evaporating, rotting, decomposing as if her purpose is deteriorating – the big question of marriage comes up when she turns 25 (much, much earlier in some cases)- the likelihood of her remaining happy seems to be a lost cause.
But a bachelor, twice her age can allure women half his age!
A middle aged woman is mocked at and told that she will suffer for the sins of her youth, surrounded by cats (another ill omen in the country.) But did they not worship cats in Egypt?
If a woman fails to have children or doesn’t want any, she is yet again condemned and has failed the purpose of being a woman!
“Mai baby doll sone de” – Why is the idea of gold-digging on a rise? We have our answer. All the posh cars, fancy houses and prada accessories in those videos! Give us an idea that that is what we should have.
“Ho gayi jawaan, tujhko zara khabar na
Teri body karti shine jaise midday summer” – the extremely obscene voice with which the singer lusts over the female body, gives the idea to the general uneducated male population that the very lecherous voice can be used for a female walking on the streets. 

(Not that it isn’t already in the people, but this is all the more a boost and an excuse – the mainstream media gives the idea that this is how our culture should progress.)

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The conventional pornography industries advertise sexual scenarios where a woman has sex even when she doesn’t want to.
The action becomes unintimate and immediate that this generation has begun to think that this is how it is done.

Despite the depiction of women in magazines and internet, one on the street is mocked, criticized abused (physically or verbally).

[But she really doesn’t care what reply you gave to that filthy comment under your post, because you are not in the position of that one who got her guts spilled out – and she probably doesn’t care for my words either, for I wasn’t in her place and no matter what neither you nor I can turn back time and give her sanity back.]

In truth our country isn’t ready for that mindset yet.

(Kalki’s recent video on World Music Day “Noise”- a masterpiece of all the conventional problems prevailing in the society- Go watch it if you haven’t!)
And you don’t even need to read this anymore!

A man is expected to marry to make his home comfortable, let his wife take over the chores which his mother can no longer do!

Where did the mere mortal aim of companionship go? Where did the love go?

(Another dying emotion- but I shall speak of it another day.)

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Revolution and change are a long way from here, you and I might not be here to witness the changes we want, it is not an overnight process.

A hundred years! That’s what it took Romanticism!

But the question; will human race live that long or are we going to destroy it sooner than that?

Time is probably running out and we need to find our humanity soon and create a masterpiece of this change, not perfection.
It never was a perfect world, it never will be! Art has only found a way through the imperfections and without art the world would be a dull and dreary place!

Samrta Marks
June 28, 2017

 

 

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For the undying love for tea.

For the undying love for tea.

Just one whiff and your mood instantly perks up. When you inhale that divine beverage the only sense that doesn’t numb is that of smell. When you open the lid of the freshly purchased bottle of the lovely Assam tea the aroma wavers to your nostrils and you inspire the rich flavours. The grainy leaves, the greens with a texture of black slip past your fingers and into the boiling water. The water swivels –the leaves at an earlier stage leave a golden trace and the water almost magically changes colour, almost the colour of whiskey. A few more minutes and the color changes to that of a stronger beverage, rum perhaps -a yet more enticing redolence floats in the kitchen, past the lobby and the diner and into the parlour. Within four minutes the beatific beverage is ready. You pour the liquid gently and hold it near your lips; you inhale – shut your eyes and let your tongue be seduced by the sumptuous sinful drink. Your senses which were earlier numbed are now fully aroused; your mind does the happy dance in a bright red hula skirt as the hot liquid trails past your buds and down your throat. The other flavours of that scrumptious tea have the same bewitching effect. Want another cup?
                        I bet the fifth cup in the day and the wondrous beverage has the same effect even on the last sip and your inner goddess has sat up in a lotus position looking serene except for the sly, self-congratulatory smile on her face.
                      I believe in the present age it is really difficult to draw people out to get them to talk beyond certain things and to know them in person. The best conversations I have had with my family and friends has been over a cup of tea -things I never knew about them surfaced over this magical beverage- ambitions, fears, craziness etc…

                    It’s almost an addiction and you often try to convince yourself that it isn’t harmful, but the uneasiness that resides in the head and the pangs of desperation that knock on the insides when you haven’t had a cup when you open your lids; is almost like a drug leaving your body and the body aches with the lack of it.

                   But perhaps the best tea I’ve ever had has been; in those streets, on railway stations, in a dhaba on my last bus stop, when we stopped the car while travelling; on a wintry morning the warm liquid slipped down my throat and subsided the chills in my body, that moment was somehow when I disregarded the drink and gulped it down my throat to ease the cold and only at my second glass (yes, I do not say cup) I realized the aroma and the flavour.
And now it is my tea time.

 

 

-Samrta Marks

(June 26, 2017)11

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