Wednesday 11 July, 2007

WHAT IS BEAUTY?

"It's a beauty", my dad would exclaim, when he'd see a flick of the wrist and a shot that went across the boundary. That was about the time I was studying the Harappa and Mohenjo Daro civilisations in school, and 'beauty' would conjure up images of the caption below a picture of a young girl's statue discovered among the Indus Valley ruins.

An age of difference here, but the connection's not as tenuous as it appears. Essentially, beauty is what hits the eye -- or the other senses -- and gets lodged in our sub-conscious over time, through repitition.
All our overtly expressed notions of beauty relate to concepts of immediate recall: nature, women, music and so on... It's primal, if it relates to the senses, and quite possible that images and concepts of beauty are stored in our collective unconscious as a human race.

A study recently released in the journal Psychological Science showed that what we think is attractive or beautiful is whatever requires the least amount of effort.
A lot like watching television: A soporific for the mind. There's an entire generation out there that's picking up its concept of beauty (read attractiveness) from Paris Hilton and Victoria Spice. Imagine that.

It's no surprise, then, that advertising relies heavily on these very concepts of 'beauty' to peddle products -- from two-wheelers to cosmetics to even homes. A favourite hunting ground for feminists. Naomi Wolf argues, in her 1991 best-seller, The Beauty Myth, that the old myth that women were fulfilled as housewives and mothers was gradually replaced by advertisers with what she calls "the beauty myth." To be accepted in the world of the liberated and independent “new woman,” she says, one has to meet rigid standards of slimness, beauty and fashion.
Interesting, how she puts it: "How to make sure that busy, stimulated working women would keep consuming at the levels they had done when they had all day to do so and little else of interest to occupy them? A new ideology was necessary that would compel the same insecure consumerism; that ideology must be, unlike that of the Feminine Mystique (Betty Friedan's “feminine mystique” -- advertisers consciously manipulate their portrayals of women to ensure they serve as good consumers), a briefcase-sized neurosis that the working woman could take with her to the office..."

Feminine mystique or not, feminist movement or not, one thing's for sure: In an increasingly consumerist, appearance-obsessed world such as the one we live in, we constantly get "constructed", interpreted images of skin-deep beauty. Maya, perhaps? A grand illusion? In all this clutter, you wonder: What IS true beauty?
And what kind of beauty gives you happiness?

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty — that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know,' said John Keats. My criteria come pretty close: Compassion, above all. An all-encompassing love, irrespective of prejudices. Plus honesty, confidence (a certain self-assuredness), and tonnes of creative energy.

GLOWING IN THE DARK

Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We got to work when people go to bed.
We got a tremendous work overload. The boss don't care about the dress code.
So if your hair's messed up, come on in. Nobody don't care 3 o'clock in the morning.
I'm fantasizin' about a six four, broke as hell moppin' the floor.

Graveyard Shift by AFROMAN

Okay, okay, I don't really do the graveyard shift, in the strictest sense of the term. But I'm half-way into the grave all the same... With my odd hours of sleeping, I have eyes that look like a racoon's. My back hurts like hell, blinking at a computer screen all evening (and the early part of the night). Acid's burnt its way through my stomach lining, by now, I'm sure... Par for the course for us "swing shifters" -- people worse off than I am, I'm sure, who work in hospitals or the armed forces.

Researchers say the graveyard shift causes ischaemic heart disease, cluster headaches, disturbs circadian sleep rhythms, and leads to poor mental health. All of which is no doubt exacerbated by lousy dietary habits like munching on fried snacks and guzzling cup after cup of overboiled tea through the shift.

The upshot? Power, perhaps? Creativity? The sense of doing something different? Contributing to the world around us? And of course, not having to travel during peak hours! Well, who in this world DOES work 9 to 5 all the time? There are also those who work better at night -- students, for instance, who can only absorb complex theorems at night, when all's quiet.

Besides, someone has to be the vigilant, street-smart dog. Criminal to let breaking news slip past the precious forty winks.