Ever since I can remember, I’ve always tried to have an open mind about different genres of the arts. It could be openness towards different kinds of music, or reading different kinds of books... always tried to be inclusive as opposed to exclusive. And I'm always a little amazed when people refuse certain types of books or music in their lives or say they “hate” certain kinds of music or books or art or what have you. Like detesting the opera or hating rap or never reading science fiction to the point where it becomes a passionate revulsion.
Maybe it’s just a problem with the word “hate” and the sense of intolerance harbored therein (pointing, of course, to my intolerance of intolerance, but that’s leading me down a road I don’t much care to walk on tonight, so I’ll get to the point I thought of to begin with).
The reason I mentioned being open to different kinds of the arts was actually in reference to my music collection. Have you noticed that no matter how large a collection you have, you land up defaulting to a few select albums when you do listen to music? It definitely happens to me. Of late, especially when I’m in the car and going somewhere I know is going to take me at least half an hour to get to (not hard out here in the sticks), I find myself wanting to listen to Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida (Prospekt’s March Edition),” the soundtrack to “Across the Universe,” Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Chronicle, Vol. 1” or Joni Mitchell’s “Both Sides Now.” At home it’s either the sacred Hindu chants of the Guru Gita and the Rudram or the soundtrack to the 2005 “Pride and Prejudice.” Before this the top favs were the soundtrack to “Pulp Fiction,” Sting’s “Brand New Day,” U2’s “The Best of 1980-1990,” collections from The Buddha Bar... I could go on, but you get the point.
It’s not that I don’t want to hear those songs any more. It’s just that for the moment I’m kind of happy swimming in the tunes that I do hear. Almost like if you listened closely, you will find some bits of me in each of these albums or songs, the bits of me that are in play currently, so to speak.
Make sense?
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"Intolerance of intolerance"? Hmmm....Is the true complement to intolerance tolerance or acceptance? e.g., is the opposite of love hate or apathy? Must the terms have positive and negative assignments? "A time to love and a time to hate"...even "a time to kill"? Ah, the dualities: they free us, ja? Answers to all these may require a few more sunsets, a dear unjudging friend, some Ziggy Marley, and perhaps even a good bottle of merlot--DQ
Nice one Rashmi!
Indeed we all do tend to hang on the forms of art which we are made to like than trying to implore the world that beckons us with its variety..
Keep blogging..
Would love to read more from you!!
Cheers :)
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