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از خوابِ گِراں خوابِ گِراں خوابِ گِراں خیز
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Saturday, 13 September 2008

Comformity???.............

"Sitting there, he pleaded with himself into writing that first letter. The ordeal was a sense of apprehension of reading what he would write. What if it wasn't a hopeless piece of work? Zhan bit his lip and smothered out that first letter. "C". A brown "C', or rust as the label said it. Ever since he'd taken up writing, he always used crayons for acts of expression; he believed it allowed him to write without that brashness that came with the pen. A crayon was a medium not to be trashed and forgotten. 

'Conformity' he began,' is an act of belonging. It is man's struggle to be charitable in his acceptance of ideas and ideology. It is the simplest of sacrifices one makes for a human relationship. Conformity approaches one's initial bias by rewarding it with the stature of acceptance. Even those who rebel out of tradition continuums, conform at the poles. Conformity by its very nature results out of an act of thought. Conformity is the original sin.'

He paused for the slightest of moments, as if to perhaps contemplate what he had only just claimed.

'The East in its mystical framework takes into consideration the conditioning of man. Thus, the initiate gets to observe how he perceives everything based on what he was conditioned to perceive and how he responded based on how he was be expected to respond. That is not in itself an elusive task to accomplish. You and I, in moments of misplaced sincerity, sometimes feel as if our lives are being constrained by forces beyond our influence or control. As if we have all been allocated timeslots and are being subjected to a subtle experiment. Everyone has left the red pill for the blue one. This feeling of doubt, perhaps even a sense of utter bereavement, refuses to last for any considerable period of time. No mysteries are solved, no conspiracies exposed and no revolutions erupt. The solace of our monotony is rejuvenating. What I cannot help but wonder is where this theatre of self-reassurance leads to? Does it create in us the inklings of a pattern of amnesia for the conformity of contemporary response - or say contemporary behaviour? Let us imagine that the members of most social, political and cultural sororities are coerced into acquiring this reflex. Each individual now follows this pattern, and when faced with an analogous predicament, they may look for a comparable solution. If I easily dismiss my doubt in being controlled, would I not then be as easily able to dismiss the doubts I have of my faith? This is by the far the surest track to instil a doctrine moral and religious hypocrisy into the psyche of the masses. Suddenly all those New World Order plots seem slightly subtler, slightly more plausible and possibly more true. ' "

I'd written all of that a few months ago in condescending cynicism. I had also failed to notice that I had fallen into the very same fallacy that I had been busy describing in the slightest of time spans. With the bravado of enlightenment and all that, of course.

Let me explain. For the longest time, I had been accepting morals and ideas, not just on the basis of conformity but also on whether I could intellectually subscribe to its justification or prohibition. Hah, I thought, I don't fall into the trap of letting myself be a complete hostage to conformity. Then if at any occasion I found myself making an ethical opinion, I'd readily find myself delving into the matter, until I could attach to it an abject morality. It would assure me with a sense of righteous personality and complete that struggle in me. Everything deconstructed to smallest detail: The devil's in the detail as we all know (excuse the pun). All thought of and debated, of course.

That was it, that would complete the process within me and it would be over. Like the above written story. And like it, I would rejuvenate in misplaced sincerity and chuck everything out of the window. You know of the cliché where everyone attacks the religious leaders and clergy of having done nothing but orate and repeat? Just like that.

It was only later - much later - that I began to notice the real essence of morality. I'd always figured that unless you actually understood why you were committing an act, you weren't really committing the act with purpose. I had also never tried to equate the more complex moral questions like war and abortion with things like rudeness and procrastination. But instead of going on about what thought about it this time, let me just say this: No matter what the circumstance or issue, the morality of any situation is of equal importance; it's about choosing what one personally feels is correct. And its about actually making an effort to follow on with that choice It's really simple. As long as morality stays within us, it'll only stay there. I think it's time we take it out and led it spread some.

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