Bodiless Existence
Very few, if given a choice, would opt for a bodiless existence. I would happily run with this choice. Let me cite one immediate benefit of this during these winters. Bathing wouldn't be a physical act anymore, but a state of mind. Vibes do not stink.
A body, though a masterpiece of creation, is a body after all, bringing my creatureliness to the fore. No matter how much I care for it, its vagaries subject me to untold sufferings. Ask me what it is to have an upset tummy marching south and no asylum around. Somebody has said: "How long a minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you happen to be." Even on the other side the things are not always pleasant. Sensing the urgency, at the summons of nature, when I take up the call I realise that I don't command my bowel movement. My body lets me down. After the little that I manage to extricate from the clutches of my bowels, imagine, the tap runs dry and the tissue roll hasn't been replaced:-(
After all the exertions of the corporate world, when I am abed and after an equally tiring attempt to catch sleep, it is a Herculean task to walk up to the switch and turn off the lights. In this little time sleep has again eluded me. And, strangely it is just before sleep that bodily repercussions raise their ugly heads. All that was held at the workplace for the sake of decorum erupts in the form of bodily prick. All my sins pertain to the body. I have sinned in caring for it, in appeasing it and in desiring it. The worst of the bodily afflictions is the itch: The unreachable itch, the abominable itch, the insatiable itch. Am I am not justified in desiring a bodiless existence?
A bodiless existence will obviate the differences between man and man, man and woman. The rich bereft of their brands and the poor bereft of their rags. The quality of thoughts will decide who is rich and who is poor. Simple living and high thinking would be the order of the day. Trust in God would not rest on a physical demonstration of His existence. Age would be commensurate with one's learning. Illogical thinking would be recognised as the only sin.
To think of woman would be to have her, that too, without contraception taking away from the pleasure of lovemaking. Woman would stand for all the qualities that we call feminine and man would stand all the heroic qualities. Poetry would be the highest avocation for individuals. Mosquitoes won't bite, bullets won't wound and famines won't kill.
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A body, though a masterpiece of creation, is a body after all, bringing my creatureliness to the fore. No matter how much I care for it, its vagaries subject me to untold sufferings. Ask me what it is to have an upset tummy marching south and no asylum around. Somebody has said: "How long a minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you happen to be." Even on the other side the things are not always pleasant. Sensing the urgency, at the summons of nature, when I take up the call I realise that I don't command my bowel movement. My body lets me down. After the little that I manage to extricate from the clutches of my bowels, imagine, the tap runs dry and the tissue roll hasn't been replaced:-(
After all the exertions of the corporate world, when I am abed and after an equally tiring attempt to catch sleep, it is a Herculean task to walk up to the switch and turn off the lights. In this little time sleep has again eluded me. And, strangely it is just before sleep that bodily repercussions raise their ugly heads. All that was held at the workplace for the sake of decorum erupts in the form of bodily prick. All my sins pertain to the body. I have sinned in caring for it, in appeasing it and in desiring it. The worst of the bodily afflictions is the itch: The unreachable itch, the abominable itch, the insatiable itch. Am I am not justified in desiring a bodiless existence?
A bodiless existence will obviate the differences between man and man, man and woman. The rich bereft of their brands and the poor bereft of their rags. The quality of thoughts will decide who is rich and who is poor. Simple living and high thinking would be the order of the day. Trust in God would not rest on a physical demonstration of His existence. Age would be commensurate with one's learning. Illogical thinking would be recognised as the only sin.
To think of woman would be to have her, that too, without contraception taking away from the pleasure of lovemaking. Woman would stand for all the qualities that we call feminine and man would stand all the heroic qualities. Poetry would be the highest avocation for individuals. Mosquitoes won't bite, bullets won't wound and famines won't kill.
(446 words)
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