Science of Art by Aateqa Hashmi
Does the universe spin on the principles of chemistry, anthropology, mathematics, literature, sociology, physics or philosophy?
Why is it strange if an engineer interns among nurses and beeps of ICU and why shouldn't a doctor passionately attend a workshop of quantum physics? Are artists meant to be appreciated confined in art galleries only, or dispersed in every possible human form:
a motorcyclist, his child in front hugging him tight, slowly moving on extreme left to protect him from cold,
the rikshaw driver paving his way through traffic jam and getting stuck even worse, the metro bus driver closing door as passengers load, sliding button as smoothly as artistically a painter strikes acrylic with brush, the teenager humming مجھ سے پہلی سی محبت and selling steamy hot qah'wa sitting on a footpath damp after drizzling, the never-seen Bata guy sending shoe colour and size of demand from a backstage store, the alcoholic resting on stretched left arm anticipating the whirling ecstasy his just infused drug promises, the boy calmly loading and unloading luggage from bus amid hasty shouts, the father at red light amusingly planning out how to introduce his three year old to an exotic fruit he is bringing home this evening, two friends strolling empty headed on Mall road in comfortable silence while the sun sets in background.
And, and non-human forms.
Tell me who pronounced subject-wise definite boundaries and heat-fixated them in our grey matter so firm?
Who dared enough, fooled enough.
Convince me that what we can and can't see through two tiny slits in our flesh, is something less than a thrilling interwoven meshwork of murmurs; each significant, loud and distinct from its predecessor. The only way you can appreciate one is when you have heard the previous, the same way you live the whispered secrets of universe a little more once you have studied the logic of law, the same way you excel in medical physics once you are able to successfully integrate human biology and mechanics.
For the universe must be hysterically laughing pointing at our narrow synapses while it keeps on expanding on unified energy, since we so diligently built concrete walls between our institutes of engineering and medicine and arts and technical education, not to forget cementing them time to time, making sure to stay as far as possible from what we all desperately wish for deep inside: the ultimate Truth of the universe.
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