Meet The BrideA Story by DayranThe Relatives of the PrickThe Indic practice of match made marriages … is probably not confined to India alone. But I hope to take the experience of the event ...in this narrative … to refer to the state of mind of individuals that's highly illustrative of its … functional design and architecture. Its also illustrative … of the multi-dimensional nature of the human mind … and how that is perceived and experienced by the individual. Its the cause at the base of … how we view our present conditions in society.
In the match making experience … a young man … raised under conservative conditions of … moral natures … faith in God … and respect for parents … is viewed as come of age for marriage. The regular match maker is engaged and he makes the rounds for a suitable … girl … from an honorable family. When its found … a date is fixed for the meeting of the two families … and for the prospective bride and groom … to provide their consent.
Then comes the visit by the groom's family … with the groom in tow … to the house of the prospective bride. Everyone gathers in the living room … and it includes the groom's father and mother … perhaps sisters … and the bride's parents … and family members. Its not uncommon for the groom … as a young man … to experience the greatest anguished elation about the event. Its the day … his libido and sexual impulses … long cramped under the weight of social decorum … is endorsed … made cognitive … and brought into a valid realization of its amorous natures.
Individually … for the prospective groom … he finds himself in the middle of attention … and is only faintly able to persuade himself … that's its not all about sex. Besides he's taking part in a well established Indic tradition … and expects that its entirely correct in its avowed practice. So he ignores the obvious sense of exposure of his intent and passions … the primary drive of the sexual impulse … and displays a total lack of expectation or motivation … that dismisses his mind's affirmation of his will in the matter.
Its a well known social guffaw about Indics … that they display a naivety about sex. And while the whole world may view their ego and libidinal experiences a certain way … especially the Caucasian … the Indic lives the fantasy of his non-volitional participation in the sexual experience. It creates an isolated individual experience … that transfers the sexual impulses … to that which they view as the play of the Gods … with the human … as its lead actor … in a life where … the whole world's a stage.
Obviously the experience … of the non-volitional sexual experience … is shared by others … but I'm obliged to stay with what I know of the Indic experience. Hence the awkward imitation of an Elvis or a Douglas Fairbanks … begins to be apparent. Is the phenomenon sourced from its sudden exposure to a situation of endorsement … of the sexual impulse? Is the individual left to account for it later? Are we then ill prepared to face up to the full force of the libidinal power of the sexual impulse? Does it cause us to throw up our arms in loss of control …on account of a Catholic upbringing or … when schooled in the civilizing influences of social and moral self control?
On that day … in the living room … of the prospective bride … the groom comes to … a valid full blossoming of the light and promises of his sexual energies … that was managed by social norms. He has no choice in the matter … for its blossoming did not take place in the isolation of his personal possession. By extension … its not incorrect to say … his sexual energies become guided by the environment … including his volition … in the way he thinks … adapts to new conditions … adjusts to change … or whether able to heal and refine his past beliefs in favor of the new.
The significance of the eros development in the youth of the individual … its opening to the physical natures and environment … and the special impact of its creative effect … cannot be over-emphasized. As I sit here today … I'm reminded of the days of my youth … when I used to roam … the beach villas near my home … when I experienced a sweet sickening scent around the place … that I couldn't quite identify. Today I'm able to say with certainty … that it was the odor of the sandy soil … and the salty breeze … mixed with the scent of ripe guavas around the villa. Its a scent humans sometimes encounter … naturally … on their bodies.
In a heated up intensity … its also the scent of sex … and is sometimes allured to by writers of the experience of love in tropical conditions … among the wild orchids … as if it floats … mixed with life in the air. It may be what prompted one writer … Nigel Frith … in his book … Krishna … to comment that … ' life lives outside the body.' It proves the adage that we … learn as much from life … as we bring to it. In fact … it is quite often … indistinguishable.
It causes a peculiar difficulty sometimes to people … who claim … ' I know ' … who are unfamiliar with the many dimensions of the experience of knowledge. And from there … we build a perception of the entire view of life … our personalities … and the truth of things. Its like the match we make between knowledge … and reality … the groom and bride … and find that its filled with the greatest mysteries regarding life. We seek the perfection … that Indics call … Sivan and Sakthi … the perfect union.
And on the occasions … when we contact the strange intimation … that its all also me … we may be forgiven for thinking that its entirely separated. And we do know the moments … when we were embroiled in the … muddy earth … of such an experience … before we are trained to deal with it. Its therefore nice to meet folks out in the world … who bring their concise natures to social occasions … a brevity of thought … and economics of meaning. Its refreshing … but its no meet the bride session. Its just grazing bovine.
Which reminds me … I met up with my school friend on sunday … and ended up with a bunch of others for beers later. The sweet sickening scent of beach villas was entirely absent. We had grown … and each had their own responsibilities and life to live. Our conversations had the mark of self volition. We had stopped grazing. I woke up today … and realized that they had once again blended in with the rest of the world. Do I continue to experience the world oyster of two friends? I don't think so … unless we can call the world … friend.
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1 Review Added on November 17, 2015 Last Updated on November 17, 2015 AuthorDayranMalacca, MalaysiaAbout' Akara Mudhala Ezhuththellaam Aadhi Bhagavan Mudhatre Ulaku ' Translation ..... All the World's literature, Is from the young mind of the Original Experiencer. .. more..Writing
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