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Showing posts with label authority. Show all posts
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Enter the Facebook

A few days ago, my wife and i had an almighty row about something i put on facebook.

now, before i begin, both of us don't particularly like facebook. i could have used hate, but we don't really hate it. we see it for its benefits, such as the ability to be in touch with people we have been far removed from in time, geography, culture and directions. we like that we can get connected to a virtual flowing river of thoughts, and responses, and so on and so forth.

but then again, facebook seems to get under our skins and freak the fuck out of us.
i get seriously disturbed by how people are so feverishly fervent in consuming such copious amounts of details about EVERYONE else's life. once i saw someone update their status as "just got back from dinner, loved for the yummy food" and about 12 people had 'liked' it. what is there to like, what is there to appreciate in such a banal statement? yet i don't judge it really, i get overwhelmed by it, that virtual river slamming down on me and pulverizing me into its bed.

as for my wife, she despises how people turn into vapid sheep blindly embracing the latest 'it' thing on facebook with over-exuberant, psychotic and hollow passion. to quote an example, remember when israel bitch-slapped gaza, and facebook was inundated with status updates 'donated' to the plight of the palestinians? these were the same people who had been under blockade for almost a year at that point, and yet it was only when the showbiz happened (the ka-booms and the bleeding children) when people suddenly became infatuated with fatah and hammy over hamas.
so this was her retort to them facebookers back then.
of course, it was only fitting that no sooner had she done that (the links are all to stories about swat which back then no one gave a fuck about) people began to be interested in her opinion as well, because facebook junkies love to follow anything and everything.

ironically, her rant brought little attention to swat, but a facebook viral video turned out to be the gamechanger in the whole politics of that region.
which proved the power, and emptiness of this whole facebook phenomenon.(on an aside, i love how the earliest status created responses absolutely unconnected to the content, as if the controversy of it had forced a response, but the addiction to banality did not allow any acknowledgment of it.)

now what both of us were fighting about was my decision to post my film on my profile page. she felt that i was whoring out because things that existed on facebook immediately lost all gravitas, all purpose, all integrity. she complained that i was denuding my work of art, robbing it of its purity. that which existed on facebook was meant to be consumed, like a can of pepsi or a box of detergent. it was consigned to be eventually relegated to the trash.
i argued that by being on facebook, i was creating buzz about myself as a film maker. in a country without a breathing institution of cinema, a new comer would need to have people know about him, to have seen his work, to have heard about his reputation in order to be convinced to go out and watch his work. facebook is where viral happens, especially in pakistan. by being there, i was reaching out to an audience i couldn't otherwise reach. my blog for example, generates hardly a pittance in terms of viewership, while my completely meaningless profile page gets a lot more. in essence, what i was arguing was that i needed to 'brand' myself as a film-maker, generate buzz about my brand, so that when my 'brand' offered new products, it would have loyal consumers already present to spread the gospel.
i can feel you cringing.

if you are at this blog, you are probably inclined to have a knee-jerk aversion to brands, and corporations, and marketing and all such concepts.

let me enlighten you.

your aversion is surface deep. you are already a brand.

no, i'm not getting all naomi klien on your ass. remember your university applications? remember how you wrote essays about what drives you as a person, and attached certificates of sporting and artistic achievements which provided proof that you were a well-rounded person, and recommendations from experts who attested to your qualities? that was you branding yourself.

in fact, it's not just university applicants. job applicants do the same. and so do rishta applicants.

it permeates even further than that. foucault had argued that modern society was one ruled by discipline. but one of his contemporaries, deluze, reasoned that modern society was not about discipline, but control.

it is a subtle distinction, but a poignant one. deluze felt the reason behind this was that the institutions which governed society, had in contemporary times become highly diffuse, in the form of corporations. hence instead of the omnipotent state you have the omnipresent corporations.and a society of corporations consists of brands.

you present one brand to your parents, another to your grandparents. another to your first cousin, a far more liberal one to your friends, a far more devious one to your lovers, a far more honest one to your siblings, a restricted and much convoluted one to your boss, a domineering one to your subordinates, a squeaky clean one when you are at a religious ceremony, an unabashed one at the party you were dying to get invited to and so on.
it is far more easier for girls in pakistan to relate to this, as their brands have to switch rapidly depending on who can see them or hear them, and they are constantly on display, within their homes, on the street, in their rooms, on their profile pages, and ultimately, alone in front of the mirror as well.

and so, you are left with the essential question at the heart of this debate - is there a stable core sense of self beneath these ever fluctuating identities, brands or masks that we present to the world? or is our sense of self really an amalgamation of the cluster of brands we are putting out there?

is it possible to know one self, or are there too many selves, each fighting for dominance, each arising when needed, discarded when out of fashion, or possibility of use?

to paraphrase pink floyd, is there anybody 'in' there?

The Joys of Quality E-Mail FWs

You are definitely staring at a monitor right now. but you may or you may not have your speakers on, or have headphones either.

Similarly, when you are watching the tv, there is a way to mute the sound, but you can not mute the picture.

it is perhaps why music aficionados don't like videos - those who access videos inevitably become viewers, rather than listeners.

but even the visual sense has its own class markers - much the same as everyone on the blogosphere cares more about the class and ideological differences amongst themselves rather than realizing that they are all part of the smallest pyramid on the income distribution chart.

so, there is text, images and moving images. clearly, text is the clear loser, because it is slower, useless unless focused on and thought about, and requires the greatest effort.

the difference between the image and its moving counterparts may be difficult to split on aesthetic differences, but the moving image category provides you the most bang for your buck, so that's where people end up going the most.

so, it's all about what you see, often over what you read.

now, i received an e-mail this morning proudly exclaiming that
"FW: Most Good Looking Man In The World Is a Pakistani! (Internal)"
now my eyes saw, but they did not believe. but, as the Oracle says "Believe"

but why take my word for it. who am i to tell you what to believe and what not to. 

why.

don't you see.

for yourself.


TA-DA!


it's ok


you can scroll back up.

do i really need to write anymore?

well, what you saw up there was the straight-on to camera, look-me-in-the-eyes, understand me, know me, luuvvee me style. it's important to note that even if not visible, the hands are not on the hips, in a threatening or aggressive manner, but probably pressing lightly against the thighs. it suggests a laid-back, lackadaisical, almost bohemian approach sprinkled liberally with good-clean-fun. but that is not what is arresting you.

it's the eyes. 

as mansoor malangi put it so eloquently, "teray naiiiiin, tere naaiiiin, te-ray naiiiiiin..." 

a set of eyes almost perpetually behind some dapper set of shades are presented in all their un-tinted glory. and it's a sensual, almost holy experience. these are not the eyes of a politician, a statesman, a deeply respected icon... 

 these are the eyes of a young boy, 

playing on a karachi street, 

in the blazing afternoon heat, 

and he's asking you...

... to love him

but it doesn't end there.

Chotay, agli slide lagao.


After all the eroticism, it is perhaps almost a relieved soul that greets this image. the maddening ecstasy induced by the last picture can now subside into a calm ocean of wisdom and gratitude, the waves of reverence gently lapping on your grateful feet. 

when the continued encroachment of the Taliban *coff* Pathan*coff* worries you, when the hollow words of the media and Imran Khan compel you to take the streets in the month of May, when the issues of federation, feudalism and fucking-staying in power are not to be found in any political party's manifesto, you need not despair. 

because somewhere, in England, in a small garden, in the morning, a well dressed philosopher is slowly composing his daily voice-mail,  issuing instructions for you, your family and your friends.

and it's not just there, in the garden, where the creative grapes are fermenting to produce the intoxicating wine of wisdom. the thoughts are just as powerful when composed in a coquettish glance away from the lens, into the lookspace of the mysterious realms of the metaphysical world

and now, what do we have here...

as mentioned above, the placement of the hands is a lovely indication of the disarming, unarmed, welcoming tone of the body language. but here again, one sees the vision on display. that glorious path towards fascist emancipation that we all await deliverance upon. and that smirk - that gentle, mirth-filled little scrawl made by the positioning of those full lips that signify hope, elation, contentment and eventual salvation. 

but it's not all about being a leader, forever frozen in thought amidst middle-class English town surroundings. a leader also immerses himself in the cultural milieu, a leader's heart beats with the passions of the masses, a leader is he who lives the lives of his people.


i'm not sure if he's dressing like Osama bin Laden would at a qawwali. i am even further unsure about how much i like the people around him - i hope they are not his companions. the guy on the right seems to be sleeping, and has a large camera bag, which surely has no place at a performance such as this unless it involves a cameraman, which snoozing beauty over here clearly isn't. and those guys on the left - what is the guy in black wearing, and why are they talking. i mean, what the fuck is so important that you have to talk about it during what was clearly early-era Salman Ahmed doing the solo for "Do Pal Ka Jeewan". I mean, what else would move the Bhai of all Bhais and their Behens to such a pure moment of bliss? 

The eyes are focused in concentration, the arm extended in simultaneous appreciation of the sound, as well as creating a symbolic connect - like an antenna - with the fabolous energy floating in the auditorium. 

Rock on Altaf Bhai, rock on.

At first, this picture seemed to have too many colours that the BJP likes to wear. That can never be good. But then, it becomes obvious that Pir Sahab is visitng another Pir and the ecsatsy of the divine union has climxed into an orgasm of colours which have flocked to  the shareer of the Bhai who is Pir.

In fact, such mortal divinity causes collective cumming across the confounded devotees, and they often like to express their honor and love. Sometimes, they do that through a placard. 

"Welcome In Delhi, 
Mr. Altaf Hussain
A Man Loves To All Folks

By - Indo-Pak Friendship Forum"

A Man Loves to all Folks. 

How true. How poignant. 

No other man has the amount of loves that he can dispense upon all folks like my Saathi. So many loves, so many folks. It is truly incredible. And don't be put off by the cringe binge expression he's carrying, he likes it - he likes it a lot. 

but sometimes, a man who loves to all folks also sends his love to all tribes. and the nomadic peoples of the desolate stretches that is Bumfuckistan, Pakistan. and as i had mentioned, the leader is one with his people, and his people are the Mohajir. Those who migrate. And since all of us are forever migrating, forever in transit, across time, space and the ether, we are all migrants, we are all Mohajirs, and we all have one leader - a man with the ability to effortlessly lose himself in to costumes of any one. His visceral link with the common man means that even in strange costumes, he immediately appears as the perpetual native. it is only when you look at that visage, that self-content mystique of the seer that you realise it is not just a common man, it is the Common Man. 

Pir Saab can also be the Nawab, the Khan, the Malik, the Makhdoom, the Chaudhry, the Mian and the Malik, the Syed and the Thakur, the Saeein, the Saaaaaaaaaattttttthhhhhhhhhiiiiiiii...

But then there is one pitcure I can't really say much about. Only a question, if you were the handsomest man alive, and you went online, what would you look at?



On the Demerits of Modernity or why slutty behaviour should no longer be risque


Here's something to titillate you.

Miss Bimbo is an online registration game where you get a "bimbo" to tend to.

The goal of the game is to make your Bimbo the " the hottest of hot Bimbos," which involves dating "that famous hottie," becoming a "socialite and skyrocket[ing] to the top of fame and popularity," and even resorting "to meds or plastic surgery", because girls should "Stop at nothing to become the reigning bimbo!"

The catch, is that the game has over 200,000 users who are between the ages seven to seventeen.

The average age is nine to twelve year old females.

How wholesome.

You can read more about this here, and here, and here.

Notice how in order to validate my claims, i provided several links to various websites. It comes from a habit garnered during the time i would write academic papers. The trick is that you always make sure that whatever you are saying, or reporting, is attributed to someone, somewhere.

It's not really a trick as much as its the law. or the rule.

it extends to journalism as well for example. if you don't attribute your claim, then you are just stating an opinion. any information, in order to be regarded as legitimate 'truth', requires for it to be backed up by someone.

but not just anyone. someone of authority. and the more someones you have, the more authoritative your 'truth' becomes. essentially then, contemporary times require that truth be a collaborative entity. the falling tree does not make any sound if there is no one to hear it.

that leads to the creation of a cataclysmic disconnect between what is perceived reality, and what is legally reality. if you can't prove it, it doesn't exist. of course, it is the preserve of sad blogger types to whine incessantly about how such situations are somehow debasing some vague notion of what 'should' be, but the fact of the matter is that this is it. how things 'are.'

but this collaboration in the creation/verification of truth is an intrinsic facet of the contemporary/western/modernized world. by having something which can be proven, you can apply a law to it. in order for laws to exist and function, there must be a ready manner for reality to be determined and be acted upon so that 'justice' can be ultimately delivered.

And modernity, as Weber foresaw, is big on rules and laws.

but if our sense of justice is based upon a system which requires you to fashion truth upon a foundation of authority, and that sense of authority resides solely within institutions and not personalities*, then some intriguing conclusions can be drawn.

*(Its a well established fact that the idea of authority stemming from individuals is a throwback from the bad days of monarchs and absolute power. Modern ideas of authority are intrinsically rooted in the ideas of institutions being the purveyors of all things worth being obeyed.just take my word for it.)

because we can now claim that we do not have to affiliate ourselves to what we know to be traditional (also known as indigenous, cultural etc) values or morals, but rather to institutions of our choosing. and institutions can be defined as “established law, practice, or custom.” Customs are “a traditional and widely accepted way of behaving or doing something that is specific to a particular society, place, or time”

Now in a world of i-want-it-i-got-it individuality customs can be rapidly established, especially those of a viral web-savvy nature. but in order for customs to be established as institutions they require validation, from some sort of institutional authority. and something like ms. bimbo can achieve that validation simply by becoming a popular website. because once you are popular, you have achieved celebrity, and celebrity status can bestow institutional authority.

i concede, that last statement was a head-spinner.

the reasons i would equate celebrity to institutional authority are many, but i would boil them down to five letters – Paris. as in the hilton heiress. despite all your protests, what paris does is increasingly followed around the world. for all that rankles about her, people accept her as some sort of authority on how to live “the good life.”

if nothing else, it can be proven that the world is extremely interested in her. a google search for her throws up 80 million websites. a search for pope benedict xvi throws up 5 million websites. george w bush, arguably the world's most powerful head of state, shows up on 49 million websites. so we can see that paris fascinates the world.

but what i must stress here is that it is not paris who is an institution, but rather her status as a celebrity. the institution here is celebrity, not paris hilton. the comparison with bush and the pope was to explain that celebrity dwarves both religion and politics. and like the pope and bush, paris won't be around forever. but in our epoch, the preeminence of celebrity as an institution will be unquestioned.

soooo, did the idea of 7 year olds jostling for breast jobs bother you? have you realised now why it shouldn't?

its how things are now. face it.