Last night at 2:14 a.m., someone posted this comment on my last post 'The Song of Silence':
Waheguru!!! it is beautiful...wonderful....love it!!!! great work indeed!!!
A great comment indeed!!!! :) Before we try to get a glimpse of the inner self of anonymity of any comment, we will have to think a little deeply about the activity of blogging itself. Blogging, first of all, is a narcissistic activity. But this narcissism is no ordinary narcissism, its a beautiful narcissism. The narcissism of a blogger. A narcissism of blogging. A narcissism disclosing itself through blogging. Blogging then is the manifestation in cyber space of narcissism of the blogger. Blogging emerges when a prospective blogger is alienated from his immediate environment. Blogging is a kind of art, a new kind of cyber art, blooming in the virtual space through unartistic technological apparatuses like laptops and intenet connections. Now, coming back to the comment. A comment is that which interrupts the unreigned narcissism of blogging. Comments are strange creatures who make us love selves who are other than our own. Thus, a comment is like a saviour who saves blogging from falling pray to its own narcissism. Narcissism remains always fraught with a danger of closing upon itslf by being imprisoned in its own being. A comment saves it from such closure. We short, we can say that a comment is that which deconstructs the narcissism of blogging and simultaneously opens it toward the possibility of living some other being than its own. But comments can also be dangerous in their own manner. The greatest danger posed by a comment is its anonymity. This anonymity shoots the heart like the last words of a friend who departing forever. Words of the anonymous comment are words from a friend who is talking to us for the first and last time. Whom its almost impossible to meet again, impossible to hear from him again because if he speaks to us again then it will eternally remain undecided that it was the same voice which spoke earlier. Thus, every anonymous comment wounds the heart, opens the heart toward the other, the other who is also unknown. But there is faint ray of hope in such a situation. We can try to guess who is the author of the comment. So, lets try without wasting more time. It cant be S. She has no internet connection at that time. It cant be K., because its not his language. It cant be PS., he seldom becomes anonymous being himself a blogger. Who on earth is this???? It might be A. But its not sure. There is no A. written at the end of this comment as it is with previous comments by her. It might be P. Yes, there's all probability that its from P. If its by P., then the anonymity must be intentional. P. is angry with me. Such a comment at this time has not much probability. Then what should we do now with every attempt at guessing ends in obscurity. It must be by N. Who is N.!!!!!!!! N. is my Nameless friend. :) :) :) This comment by yet nameless friend (I hope his name will be disclosed in future, or I pray so) has broken the hold of narcissism on me and at the same time it has wounded my heart with its anonymity. I am now waiting with my wounded heart to witness the fading away of the fog of this anonymity and the emergence of the NAME of my nameless friend. Perhaps, it will heal my wounded heart. The bliss of life lies in the pain of beautiful wounds.
On Sunday morning, we went to Amritsar for visiting Darbar Sahib. I remained there to meet my friends. Today in the morning at 5:00 a.m., I left for Faridkot. At around 8:31 a.m., I got Kuldeep’s ‘where are you’ message( he was still sleeping when I left from there). When I replied that I am going back to Faridkot, he responded with the following message;
“Bhaji chup chupeete hi uth ke tu paye. Punnu wang…”
I was feeling so guilty that I was unable to respond. After a few minutes, I got another message;
“Bhaji tuhanu sunaun layi main do linea likhiya si, tusi ta sunaon da moka v nahi ditta.”
This was too much for me. I was feeling so much pain for behaving like that. But then suddenly, this pain started to melt into the following lines: