The Practice of Organizing Ideas

I guess organizing things and ideas is my favourite pass time. In order to organize first, you have to collect a lot of data. I collect data around the random questions that occur in my head. There are various kinds of things that one is confronted with in such a broad first instance - just like how the fishing net would gather, along with the fish, all the other junk from the sea. Ofcourse, I filter, and in the process of browsing through these items, new ideas open up, and inevitably deflect me. I keep collecting them, and often, in the course of time, also forget them. These items, still stay somewhere. Then, when I have nothing else to do, I come back to this random collection and a new world appears. A sudden urge to make something out of the seemingly undisposed things begins to emerge. Thus, these knowledge objects are not necessarily approached with an intent of a particular argument, rather argument emerges from these objects that are dumped together into lumps. Sometimes, these lumps emerge in tandem with collection, and feel more and more relevant. But often, they are just lying as dump. Then, with these items, things like writings, presentations, images and other knowledge-collages begin to happen. I have so many presentations, books, and such stuff that are just lying like that. I tell to myself that these will keep growing, just like cabinets of curiosities. But I keep forgetting them, and they only reappear when I am shifting computers, harddrives, or searching for something else. My stream and surety-filled intent is often deflected by the unexpected encounters with these knowledge-collages! At times, it feels like I have started a hundred projects, each which hold a potential, but cannot be shared because they are all incomplete. 

Everyone likes to call these things archives. But for me, they are ideas that are yet to find the rest of their body parts. Most of the times, they lie unfinished because I have simply slipped into another zone of thought, or it is time to do something else. Mostly the latter. But also, the duration for which one can pursue a though in this capitally set time space produces a huge anxiety for ideas that almost seem orphan. These are not born to feed the world outside, rather to satiate and pleasure the world of inquiry within. Thus, they are personal. And in the capitalistic world, all things personal, that do not have any demand in the market (even if it is the intellectual market), are auto-low-priority. The way in which captialism works with history, to produce a "relevant" for the "contemporary" is annoying. It makes a universal that is unable to recognize the value of these personal endeavours. Marxists will argue that the inquires of the personal are never a-contemporary, for they are produced through the very forces of the society that one exists in. Yet, in this strand of thought, there is the notion of the centre and the periphery - where certain people have the power to shape the discourse!

But to move away from this anxiety of who benefits from the archive of the personal, I wanted to pen down how I have found my own "system of collecting" or collating rather deceiving. The more one curates into structures, the more difficult it becomes to find material. Once sectioned, it is always difficult to find a knowledge-item for another purpose. I believe that since I am always looking at each object to fit in numerous constellations, they often get lost when they are curated into certain specific knowledge collages. Management of knowledge not only limits the intellectual imagination of an object, but sometimes, also obfuscates it in the process and frame of a renewed search. I have found it perplexing. What I mean to say is that when the archivist begins to codify each item in his archive into some crypt, only so that he / she can retrieve it later, it may not readily be available! A lot of times, filenames, descriptions and locations of things switch places, and then they become invisible... But this is what produces the chance encounters, that once again trigger thoughts to be taken them into new directions! Such is the practice of collection - only provisionally directed, forever wandering.