Dear Albert Einstein,
You died in 1955. I was born in 1985. I was born exactly 30 years after you died. Sometimes, I think I was born as your re-incarnation. I know this may sound very ridiculous. But dear Albert, read this letter very carefully, I am not just writing the meaningless sentences with psychic syndromes. I am talking about possibilities of science and mystery behind it. But, the reason behind writing you letter after decades is different. The reason was just a moment of millisecond when I was having tea in cafeteria. I can't imagine the power behind that portion of second. And I am still unsure how the moment fused into an urge to write you. Let's leave it. Let me jump to the topic. I know you are not used to keeping yourself busy with any non-theoretical statements.
Dear Albert, sometimes I feel, after you died your soul roamed in this universe observing the unsolved mysteries. I think your soul was tired of dealing only with facts. It was really tired of searching the reason behind every consequence. When you saw people with pain, when you saw the masterpiece of good and evils in the same planet, when you saw people falling in love, when you saw people going crazy, you realized that every thing don't necessarily have reason. So your soul was very frustrated with science and you entered an artistic mind and that is me. Albert, I know you can't believe it. But I can prove it.
Albert, you may wonder how a scientist can be reborn as an artist. But listen to me carefully, as a scientist you always dealt with the science of attachment and detachment. And as an Artist I am dealing with the art of attachment and detachment. The common thing between us is the capacity of dealing with attachment and detachment. And we have to deal with these factors, however we are masked with.
Dear Albert, when I was thinking to write some words to you, I was thinking to write about pain and frustration. I mean I have not started the topic yet. That is the difference between an artist and a scientist. We go through the background more than necessary. It is the thing that scientists never know and artists over know.
When I get tired of thinking and dreaming, I try to be more scientific. I mean I try to be the real Albert Einstein. But I have failed so many times. I never knew which compound of this universe form love, pain, smile, and all these abstract things. I never knew the science of living and suffering. I never knew the chemical formula behind the relationship. I never knew the density of love. I never knew the pressure of dream. I never knew the parameter of pains. I never knew the number of protons and electrons in heart. I never know the frequency of the fluctuations existence.
I really never knew so many things. That is why I couldn't be a scientist. Being artist is rather easier. Artists don't need to prove anything. They just write it and let the world deal it. People can understand the art the way they like.
Albert, tell me one thing that you never told anybody. Or more possibly, nobody asked you this question. What is life? Is it art or science?
Hopefully,
The Artistrick
I forget that you are 22....you really seem older...more mature. (i mean that as a compliment)
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While going between the lines of this very piece of writing I felt that I was going through the mind of a PHILOSOPHER. I totally forgot that I m reading the piece by a renowned journalist. And after having completed reading these lines, I must salute the ARTIST, who is flourishing enough to draw a distinct line between ART and SCIENCE.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to read more........
Ya I am in love. I know the feeling floating in my heart and mind is exactly the same when people fall in Love. So I not confused in this matter as I miss when we are far apart and I miss more when we are together. I always go through each and every corner of your heart in search of the reflection of my own Image and my quest never ends. I wait even if I am unknown about ur presence ... Is this my madness only or what????
ReplyDeleteYou used to ask me, "Hey, Why don't U Love anyone?" I used to make the fun by saying "I don't wanna be mad..." But now I have realized that it comes without asking, without taking permission....Ya I am in such a turning of life now from where I can feel myself. I can touch myself and you know I am getting lost within myself day by day.... I love myself more for loving ...Don't U believe....!!!
Ok I will let U know .....My Last Truth is I am in love with your words. You know your words have somewhat fulfilled my passion of reading. I really enjoy reading ur each and every lines which reflects my own feeling. I am happy to know that we share the same grief of seeking own ness within ourselves.