Let’s Make Out a Few Interesting Lies – Stories by Nagendra Sarma
Fiction is fun. Fiction is the totality of everything we are ever doing everyday inn our diurnal routine. The fundamental definition for life given by Ancient Indians and Orientals is also the same. This is all a fiction which is acting through our senses. That is why, this is Maya.
Even Plato talks of this. Our world is twice removed from the real (or) ideal world. This is not true. Simulated? I am not talking all that, but there is a higher reality. Just like how we are fictionalizing the reality we are seeing, we are fictionalized by something from a higher realm.
The way to live, love and cherish the world is demonstrated by Fiction. The way in which a person (particularly the author) wants to live, love and cherish the world is demonstrated by self. Parallel universes are created, perceptions are questioned, solutions are challenged and new questions are raised. Philosophy and psychology are given the primal importance and Fiction is the playground for them to play: Sigmund Freud on his 70th birthday or something has defied the praise that he is the father of modern psychology. He said instead, that all the poets and writers have explored all of it better than anyone and they, psychologists just have to learn from them.
The portrait of real life human being from his deepest of souls and the representation of contemporary society and recording the advent changes in a particular times has always made the fiction sociologically and historically very important. The religious, social, political and linguistic clashes that has taken place in the pasts were recorded precisely by the writes of old ages, whom didn’t know that they were leaving gold behind to us; paving an opportunity for us to understand them better.
All that we are living is nothing but a mere illusion. All that we are doing is meaningless. All the constraints and all the ideals, all the nobility and all the rules are nothing but mere illusions of the mind which are rooted because of the collective consciousness of ours timeless ancestors. And that collective consciousness is collected through fiction.
Even a Myth is born out of Fictionalization of a truth.
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The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
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