The spectacle [Re] thought

Yes, we are a society of spectacles; we need something extraordinarily sensational to feel alive. Normal, routines don’t do. Rape somewhere in outskirt of capitals, in some obscure place: obscure in imagination, is not worth responding. A rape in a moving bus and then serious injury and trauma; its narrative brings more sensationalism than anything prior that has happened. The sensation thus is chased by lenses and produced by electrified screen perpetually, with brief interruptions of ‘fair and lovely’ and ‘tips for softer skin’ thus adding to the sense of apathy which we are experiencing.

The spectacle is then democratized: an imperfect democratization of the spectacle, as the perfect is yet to be seen. The spectacle extends bringing more varieties of obscurity and insanity into the Center stage. While we all are shouting from our vantage point: as woman, as men, as ignorant, as intellectual, as Facebook celebrity, as political pimp, as non political chimp: the rape continues – in day, in night, in cities, in villages, of rich, of poor, of casteist, of casteless, of women, of society.

The rape is an experience not of body but of everything in the body – the mind, the spirit, the psyche. One who is never raped or has no possibility of being raped is external to the experience and then the experience-less exteriorization is the spectacle where rape – more than ugly must flash like the sensation so that the spectacle is more alive.

Tragedy consequently is the most potential object of spectacle – the eclectic one. While the name, the identity of the victim is unknown; what shall carry on the drama of life? When the object is only identified by the operation/oppression done on the body, what is the sole identity of the body beyond body? A rape victim – an identity enough to co relate, perhaps!

The state in no state of statelessness is more than eager to bring more laws than the protestors: laws you demand and laws you don’t demand. How the question of ‘social’ will be resolved by ‘political’ or there is no question of ‘political’ which can resolve the ‘social’. Our deepest desire and most seductive temptation to clean the ‘external’ remains our greatest delusion.

@ Musab Iqbal

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