Wednesday, 20 May 2020

Naming life !!

The dusk divine !!


Every life has a unique tale to tell. It scripts itself as life meanders on—staggering in aspirations and desperations, enamoured of passions and illusions, armed with name and fame, induced with dreams and deeds, and inspired with wills and nerve—in wealth of ripening. Numerous bends on its course—some meaningful, some memorable, some forgotten or some tragic—are testimony of its conciliation with the circumstances for sake of securing own existence. Yet, it presents a sheer bafflement in defining itself with an identity—an identity that establishes, who is who, which is which and what is what, in the mirror of the world around. It raises an awkward question, “Do I exist sans a name?”

What is in a name? Even an elementary scholar knows what Juliet expressed in her soliloquy. The name binds the bond, tears apart too. But, does it deny the existence too. It raises my perplexity and I carry it for so long.

Once I met a little girl and her brother (I wrote about them a decade back on my blog too) who did not have any name. Is life such meaningless that we presume that they don’t exist at all? Nameless is not faceless, yet the story of a life seems suffered when it is exposed to social scrutiny. But, is such an average assessment defines existence in life ?

In peaceful settings of Manderley, second Mrs Winter didn’t have any name. She narrated the tale of her life—her dreams, seclusion, haunting shadow of Rebecca, indifference of her husband—the killer of his first wife, and gradual accession to confidence. All without name in the entire novel.

Jane, an orphan raised at the home of her aunt, when was asked by Mr. Rochester, “Am I hideous?”, replied affirmative with certainty. She was the governess in his house, love him, he didn’t disclose about his earlier marriage and it all surface when she was about to get married with him. Rochester had a name and fame too. Yet, his real face is hidden. He was still bearing a faceless identity before Jane, and with certainty. They got married and the novel had a happy conclusion. Neither name nor fame nor its suppression was a matter of rejection in life.

Meursault was enraged and brutally killed the Arabian. The glimmers of the sun on the edges of his rapier generated so much irritation that he couldn’t resist himself from such crime, and without any future remorse. Was it the Sun, or the Arab man or the knife or the hatred or the intent of crime to be blamed; or the namelessness of the Arabian? The killer had a name and pride of race, but the Arabian didn’t. The novel of Camus evolved around the life who was nameless native and justice was faceless. The stranger remains a stranger so long life doesn’t attempt to know it. Knowledge is, perhaps, also something which exists when known. Does life have similar existence? I exist only when you know that I exist and get attributed by a name to be known? My confusions have grown up with me since childhood.

Jeanne’s life unfurled itself in exploration of delight in everything and died in disillusionment of its staleness. She tells her life through the events of her life. Nothing more than that. Yet, the existence retained itself without her professed identity in social mirror. She spent her end days forsaken—the dreams dried, emotions died and prospects baffled. In concluding sentence, she tells Rosalie, the maid and the mother of her husband’s son, “The life, you see, Rosalie, is not so good or so bad, what people think.’

Life, perhaps, is an impression. An impression has complexity of explaining the truth and value. We run after it without knowing, and leave it when experience. Our pride confines us only to its grave.

10 comments:

  1. A scholarly look at 'What's in a name?' Good to encounter these classical characters once again.

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    1. Your comments are very valuable to me....my regards

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  2. Knowledge is, perhaps, also something which exists when known. Does life have similar existence? I exist only when you know that I exist and get attributed by a name to be known? . . . . . . Beautiful just Beautiful. . . pure poetry. . . in between listening and reading about
    the extremely severe cyclonic storm Amphan ravaged Kolkata from yesterday night. Hoping you and your loved ones are fine.

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    1. Thank you so much, friend, for your words of appreciation and concern...
      Have a very feeble network after 36 hours after a 4 hours assault of storm..we are used to high wind, but never seen such a tempest for such a longer period in my long life.....my orchard, backyard and flower garden all look like a battlefield...still glad to see nature in its fluency of rejuvenation from the wounds inflicted by us...my regards

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    2. Oh. . . At least you are safe and good, that's important. . . :)

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  3. So well written....We talked about it for so many times...Love the way you have presented it...

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  4. " I exist only when you know that I exist and get attributed by a name to be known?"....somehow these lines reminded me of this book called Journey of Souls by Michael Newton... A beautiful book which kind of answers this question to some extent.

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    1. Thanks for enlighting on book...read it quite a few times...rather his a few other books too...analytical, more suited definitely for imbibing spiritual appreciation in life's approach in the social as well as profeaaional platforms..the crisis of existence and defining it, perhaps, one of the most debated aspects like theory of knowledge in philosophy...it is almost undecided in diverse schools of thoughts, which exists independently, how, for so long, why and of which and without which...and come dilemma if knowledge precedes existence or the reverse...life takes so complex a path and an individual undergoes so much perception shifts through maturing, it remains caught in identity crisis, either in reality or in perception, both affecting the existence....thanks agins for taking pain in going through this absolutely weird piece of writing and sharing your thoughts...best regards

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    2. I am yet to read his other book 'Destination Of Souls'... After reading your post and getting reminded of it... It's definitely my next book to read :)

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