Being detached with any kind of popular media from India makes me realize how much it constructs us. I am talking about the television serials, soaps, films, newspapers, magazines or any such sources that mediate reality for us, make it ready for us to be consumed. It constructs us as much as we construct it. When our thoughts become real, the do not necessarily represent us completely. they are always fragments. When mediated (read realized in media), they are available for us to pass our judgments, critique and critically look back at what has been said and done. They are available for consumption, to take on identities, to define ourselves and to thus make up our own image.
Meanwhile there is nothing really to look forward to. Thus I save a lot of time thinking about many other things that I once used to think of. A huge repository of material that generally irritates us, but also gives us some common ground to talk about, creating some kind of space of dialogue, debate and general discussion. I wonder how much time does it take to absorb and be able to comment about a new culture? And would it be even appropriate to talk or pass opinions about a culture that one is not brought up in?
It was funny, today I saw a child (perhaps 7-8 year old boy) playing around the MoMA courtyard where a number of sculptures are placed. One of them is that of a lady almost in a falling position abutting the shallow pool. The sculpture is made up in black stone (perhaps), the lady is naked. The child goes to it and in amusement, looks at the naked sculpture. He soon explores it from all sides, and points out funnily, the ass hole of the lady to his sister. I dont know what exactly he felt - he laughed in amusement, perhaps finding it erotic, yet funny. He then pointed it to his mother, sharply laughing by now. The mother laughed too, that was her only response!
I wondered how would this incident take place in India? Would the reactions of the child and the parent be the same? We do have our temples filled with erotic sculptures. Would our parents sit and discuss them with us?
Anyway, I think I have digressed, but the this whole thing of lack of cultural understanding doesnot allow me to talk - I may be voicing a wrong opinion all the time in here, so I keep questioning and doubting myself when I talk about America. But all one can do is compare - being detached gives a perspective. Difference in everyday practices makes us experience the extent of deviation of doing things. Analysis of this deviation helps us to understand the way in which this society functions, thinks. All of these operations or thoughts are embedded in histories. And much of history is mediated - in which we believe, revel and find ourselves.
Being away from home is thus difficult. It limits your sphere of operation, but at the same time allows you to look beyond.
There are plenty of naiive questions I wrote here, and erased. Only because I know these questions cannot be answered. You only have to take a position!
Meanwhile there is nothing really to look forward to. Thus I save a lot of time thinking about many other things that I once used to think of. A huge repository of material that generally irritates us, but also gives us some common ground to talk about, creating some kind of space of dialogue, debate and general discussion. I wonder how much time does it take to absorb and be able to comment about a new culture? And would it be even appropriate to talk or pass opinions about a culture that one is not brought up in?
It was funny, today I saw a child (perhaps 7-8 year old boy) playing around the MoMA courtyard where a number of sculptures are placed. One of them is that of a lady almost in a falling position abutting the shallow pool. The sculpture is made up in black stone (perhaps), the lady is naked. The child goes to it and in amusement, looks at the naked sculpture. He soon explores it from all sides, and points out funnily, the ass hole of the lady to his sister. I dont know what exactly he felt - he laughed in amusement, perhaps finding it erotic, yet funny. He then pointed it to his mother, sharply laughing by now. The mother laughed too, that was her only response!
I wondered how would this incident take place in India? Would the reactions of the child and the parent be the same? We do have our temples filled with erotic sculptures. Would our parents sit and discuss them with us?
Anyway, I think I have digressed, but the this whole thing of lack of cultural understanding doesnot allow me to talk - I may be voicing a wrong opinion all the time in here, so I keep questioning and doubting myself when I talk about America. But all one can do is compare - being detached gives a perspective. Difference in everyday practices makes us experience the extent of deviation of doing things. Analysis of this deviation helps us to understand the way in which this society functions, thinks. All of these operations or thoughts are embedded in histories. And much of history is mediated - in which we believe, revel and find ourselves.
Being away from home is thus difficult. It limits your sphere of operation, but at the same time allows you to look beyond.
There are plenty of naiive questions I wrote here, and erased. Only because I know these questions cannot be answered. You only have to take a position!
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